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american wedding l ln4
summary: lando dating zak brown's daughter leads to a lot of pr disasters, like getting married in vegas
notes: can be read as a part two to boss' daughter or a stand alone
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yourusername wasnt gonna drink tonight but i miss my bf like a mf.
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user real tbh
user i miss u like a mf. show ur face at a race already queen.
user no cause it's been forever since she went to one and i miss the chaotic content with her and lando
user you know damn well you were gonna drink regardless liked by yourusername
landonorris i miss u moređ just drop out of uni and come to all my races
zbrownceo excuse me?
landonorris JUST A JOKE! ha ha ha.
user LANDOđđ
landonorris but i just booked a flight to nyc because of this post btw. see you this weekendđ
yourusername i was about to start crying until i realized what emoji you usedđ
oscarpiastri dont we have be at the mtc this weekened??
yourusername SHHHH OSCAH
landonorris yeah oscar shhh
user poor oscar is always getting tag teammed by those two
user lando getting that in-law privilege by skipping important meetings to see his boss' daughterđ
user i love this relationship's dynamic theyre so perfect for each other
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f1gossip Lando and Y/n's Brown's weekend in New York City! It seems Lando skipped his trip to the MTC to be with his girlfriend where they were pictured clubbing and walking around the city multiple times.
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user IN THE CLURB WE ALL FAM
user he finally met his match lol
user lando is a clingy drunk confirmedâ
user i really want to know what their drunk conversations sound like
user hot take but if she wasnt zaks daughter most of you guys would hate her
user shes making him blow off important meetings so he could be with her? she sounds like a distraction from racing
user girl what- her dad is literally the ceo? if there was an issue im sure he wouldve let them know bffr
user zak brown is probably tired of these twođ
user is partying all they do together?
user no cause she lowkey seems like a bad influence
user i agree𫣠shes always posting herself partying and drinking, thats not wag material
user she might be a pr nightmare but i stand with my canceled wifeđ
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landonorris nyc to vegasđŠ aaaand i brought the bad influence with
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user the caption IM-
user nah hes lowkey dissing y/n hatersđ
user how did he bag someone 10x cooler than him
user the bottle of alcohol and the vape, she really is ready for vegas
user Y/N'S BACK!!!
yourusername vegas aint ready for us
landonorris no they arentđ
yourusername enough.
user no hate to the other wags but y/n is truly the realest one out of all of them
user fr she truly is just a normal girl in her twenties
oscarpiastri đ
yourusername what is that suppose that mean OSCAH!!! my father will hear of this
oscarpiastri ok calm down draco malfoy
user why is there lowkey beef between y/n and oscar LMFAO
yourusername he hates my swag!!!
oscarpiastri she brings a lotttt of energy to the garage when shes heređ
user im crying at oscars responseđđđ hes had enough of yn and lando
user idk if her holding a bottle of alcohol is appropriate to post!
user pls grow up omg
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yourusername postt race partoes >>>>>> the avtual race
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user THEE party girl
user i need to party with them so bad
user lando.jpg when???
user the typosđ shes already drunk
user yup theres already videos of her and lando drunkly dancing together all over twitter
user yeah and oscar was in the background of those videos looking miserable LMFAOO
user oh to be a wag partying in vegas with lando
yourusername posted a story
user i voted fall to my knees and cry btwâŚif you even care
user um this is a random question to ask at 3amâŚ
user what stores are even open rnđđ
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oscarpiastri Y/N??? IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU AND LANDO FOR LIKE A HALF AN HOUR AT THE CLUB AND YOURE NOT EVEN HERE??
oscarpiastri if you guys dont pick up your phones i swear to godâŚ
oscarpiastri of course i get stuck as babysitter to the two most drunk people at the party
yourusername heY oscahđđ sendingg u my lpcation now cuz we need a witness so come ASAPPPPPP
oscarpiastri WITNESS FOR WHAT?
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danielricciardo if this means what i think it means, youre both so deadđ¤Ł
user babes didnt u just post at the club like an hour ago
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yourusername do u guys thonk my dad will be mad thaT oscar walked me down the aislee?
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user OH MY GOD??
user mclarens pr team are going to have a rude awakening in the morningđ
user shes never beating the bad influence allegations i fear
user crazy to think that this time last year he was flirting with her through her instagram commentsđ
user and now theyre married omg i remember everyone was teasing lando but he truly got the last laugh
carlossainz55 i dont know if i should congralute you guys or be concerned?
user mind you, its almost four in the morning in vegas
danielricciardo getting married is crazy, you should be at the club
yourusername u mak a grrat point! otw now
mclaren we cannot congratulate until the boss says its okay sorryđ
zbrownceo answer your phone.
oscarpiastri sir, i would like it to be known that she blackmailed to be there
yourusername okay snitch!
zbrownceo im not kidding y/n
danielricciardo ouuu youre in trouble
user its so over for them
user zak finally putting his foot down with these two LMFAO
f1gossip
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f1gossip Wedding celebrations at the club! Seems like the newlyweds are back partying after their wedding announcement was made just a few minutes ago. Congrats to them?
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user everyone is freaking out and theyre literally at the club im cryingg
user "congrats to them?" is literally all of us rnđ
user they are not real omg
user zak is probably blowing up their phones and they do not care at all lmfaooo
user truly winning the idgaf war
user real question is are they getting an annulment once they sober up???
user i really wanna know what zak will make them do
f1gossip
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f1gossip Newly weds update! The two were seen this afternoon leaving Las Vegas with Zak Brown himself. Neither were seen wearing wedding rings, possible divorce?
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user well that was fun while it lasted
user damn they beat kim kardashians record of the shortest marriage
user at least theyre still datingđ
user they definitely got yelled at lmfaoo
user cant tell if zak is happy or angry that his daughter married norris considering how much he loves him
user oh hes def happy about it but not happy they posted it LOL
user good for him for getting an annulment. shes a mess
user and hes not? bye theyre both messy
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landonorris annulment? we're in our honeymoon
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user oh so theyre fr about this marriageđ
user does bro know theres a race on sunday
user they look so in love im honestly really happy for them
yourusername we beat the fraud marriage allegationsđ
mclaren now thats its been approved by the boss, congratulations to the best papaya couple theres ever beenđ§Ą
user wow so zak approves! im shocked tbh
user i wish i couldve seen their reactions the morning after the wedding
yourusername ohhh we didnt remember any of it tbh but were happy now!
user LMFAO OMG....
user she finally got her ring!! and here you guys were thinking they got a divorce bc she didnt have one
danielricciardo never thought id see the day
yourusername me neither tbh
landonorris excuse me WHAT
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landoupdates Lando was questioned on his Vegas wedding in new interview.
"We decided not to get any annulment or anything and just keep this Vegas marriage as sort of like a promise for a real one in the future." đ§Ą
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user omgđđthey are too cute
user not to be dramatic but i would honestly cried if they broke up
user no literally they mean everything to me
user "i really do think y/n is the one" DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING
user he gets so smiley when y/n is brought up ughhh me and WHO
user and to think y/n has haters is crazyyy this man is so in love with her
user if oscar isnt the best man ill riot for him, he was there for the og wedding
user imagining them trying to convince zak to not get a divorce is the cutest but funniest thing ever
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more notes: has anyone seen anora?? it inspired this haha A FRAUD MARRIAGE!!!
#lando norris x reader#f1 x reader#lando norris#lando norris fanfic#lando norris imagine#lando norris smau#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x you#ln4#f1 fanfic
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later, then | i. rin
⎠tags ; gn!reader, pre-relationship, tooth-rotting fluff, rin in his actor era, assisstant!reader. this is sfw but i am an 18+ blog so minors do not follow me lol.
⎠wc ; 1.4k
⎠a/n ; a comm for @rabbbitseason that i had to rewrite a couple of times. i rlly liked being able to write something like this. i hope u like the direction i ended up going in sdjksdj
⎠synopsis ; on his last day of filming rin tried to keep you out of his thoughts.
"Rin-kun,"
He knows your voice well enough to know it's you before he even opens his eyes. "Hn,"
"We'll be shooting your scenes next," You say, tapping his shoulder lightly. "They told me to wake you up."
It's not like Rin to fall asleep on a set somewhere, no matter how tired he is. He's usually the type to push through it no matter what. It's petty, but it feels like he's lost otherwise.
He was exhausted before hand though. Months of shooting and he still can't get used to his schedule.
He's here from a morning flight from France that he took all the way back home to Japan. After he arrived, he immediately hailed a cab and busted ass to get here on time. He would normally rest on his journey but found he couldn't bring himself to actually fall asleep.
Professor Heartbreak is a Japanese TV drama (airing domestically lived and internationally on Netflix) and Rin's first acting role. The series follows a romance between a graduate student caught in a lot of debt and her relationship to one of her pupils, college student and heir to mega corporation.
Rin has never had any interest in acting, and had even less interest in acting in a romance drama. His manager however urged (read: forced) him to take the offer, emphasizing how good it would be for his public image among other things. Of course, Rin still declined but no matter what he did - he couldn't actually seem to get out of doing it.
He's off-season now though he started filming during. He can say with confidence there's nothing he likes about the job. No matter how much his manager or director insists that all he needs is to have a pretty face - there's still a level of annoying obligation he feels towards doing it.
The reception was more positive then they were expecting. Apparently Rin is a half-decent actor. He's not playing a character he feels is so different from him, if not much more cringe.
Rin plays the love interest Yukio. Not very expressive and rich with a tendency to chase what he wants. Generally aggressive about the female love interest.
It doesn't suit him and he doubts he'll do it again. But a lot went into getting the role. If he's going to do it at all, he might as well do it well.
Rin hates shit that's half-assed after all, lukewarm acting doesn't suit him.
Today is the last day of shooting and happens to be one of the last scenes. Shooting is sometimes chronological, but not always. Regardless, after today it'll be the last time Rin steps foot on this set. No more long nights, or trying to memorize lines, no more out of place press runs. The practice season will start again and he can go back to the busy he's been used to since the debut of his soccer career.
That also means it'll be the last time you and Rin spend time in the same room. It's the first thing he thinks of when you wake him.
Rin sits up and carefully rubs his eye, careful not to disturb the makeup he wears for set.
"When the fuck did I sleep?"
You laugh under your breath, handing him a water bottle like you already knew he would want one. He takes it from you and takes a long drink trying to wake himself up.
"Been a little over an hour. Hour and a half, maybe. Did you sleep okay?"
He scowls, just slightly. "It was fine."
"I'm glad you slept well," You add, voice full of mirth and amusement as you read between the lines said all too easily.
He was moody when he came on set with you, worse then normal and refused to sleep. You suggested he rest his eyes and Rin scoffed at you for thinking he's so stupid. He's not a kid you can trick into going to sleepy.
You conceded easily, made a single sly comment about hoping he's all there when it's his turn. It'd be a shame if he had to keep shooting the same scene and ended up home late after all. Enough of a provocation to submit to your stupid suggestion.
Rin supposes this was why his manager hired you in the first place. You're in a temporary position, your contract to be in place until filming is over and Rin's back on normal scheduling. Rin realized pretty early on that you're more like a glorified babysitter then an assistant which is why he didn't have very pleasant expectations of you at the start.
But you're competent. Push without pushing too far. Clever even when it's annoying. You've known each other for a year and the only thing that binds you is work but you're with him all the time. Maybe it's just the job, but it still feels like you know him better then most.
Not like he cares.
Realizing he was tired enough to sleep and goading him into doing it are two separate things though. But you've managed both pretty easily which he can admit is a feat. You're always like that. You remind him a little of another annoying striker in that way.
A quiet settles between you. Rin gropes around for his phone, checking his messages and the time. Still a few hours until the set wraps and no doubt social obligations afterwards. He groans.
"I'm going home after we're done shooting,"
"You can't," You say, apologetic. "Manager says you have to show your face during the after party."
"That doesn't make any fucking sense."
"You're the main male love interest, you should at least drop in for a little bit. Have a beer, unwind."
"I don't like drinking,"
"A soda then. Don't be so stubborn."
Rin huffs, carefully pushing a hand through his hair careful not to mess up the styling. There's a beat of silence.
"Are you going?"
"To the drinking party?"
Rin looks at you as if to ask isn't it obvious. You just chuckle.
"Why?" You tease. "Will you stay longer if I go?"
Rin pauses. And it's quiet for just a second too long before he realizes. You seem to understand the implication almost instantly.
Even before Rin who catches himself just a second too late.
"...I don't mind staying with you until you've filled your quota. If that's what you're asking." You supply.
Rin frowns, faint warmth creeping his neck. "Then do that."
You fight back a smile. "Sure, sure. What time were you thinking of leaving?"
"As soon as possible," He says bluntly. You laugh that time. Brightly. Sincerely.
"Seems like a waste. You can handle fifteen minutes without me, right? Doesn't feel like I need to go if we're gonna part ways so soon anyhow."
Rin pouts. A petulant, ugly feeling in him. He speaks without thinking. "You're saying it like we're never gonna see each other again,"
You both catch it.
"Are we?" You're grinning at him where you stand next to him, eyes cast down to look at his face. He fights off a blush but fails to keep from turning red. Fuck. "Seeing each other again, I mean."
He doesn't know what it is exactly that makes him answer the way he does.. "No shit."
You grin, beam really - and your fingers brush his hand on the couch. Rin jolts, clearly in deeper than he thought.
"Okay. Then let's go together and get something to eat after," You say, coy. "Since we're seeing each other again,"
Rin rubs a hand on the nape of his neck.
"Shut up. Fine. Whatever,"
You laugh again no longer hiding it. He hands his water bottle to you as he gets called onto set. Standing to his feet, he takes a breather to stretch out all his limbs.
You give him a mischievous smile, staring at him openly when something seems to strike you. Like you've just realized something.
"Rin-kun. Bend down a little. I need to tell you something."
Confused but not concerned, he complies without thinking.
You place your copy of the script strategically to obscure both your faces, and in a single split second - Rin feels something soft and warm press against his cheek followed by another giggle like a bell chime. He flusters, instantly scowling and tomato-faced and nearly cussing as you look so self-satisfied.
(Warm. So warm where you linger on his skin. Hot where you've touched him despite how brief.)
"For good luck. I'll see you later then. Knock 'em dead, okay?"
He curses under his breath before they call him one more time and he watches you disappear to go do the other half of your job. He puts his hand to his cheek and takes a breath.
Stupid. He closes his eyes and buries the explosion of feeling in him as he replies to no one in particular.
"Idiot."
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Actually we r at 6 months now without any major deaths in my life, which is great! That's the longest I've gone without any major deaths since last May! The second longest was 4 months between July and November last year. Wow !
#speculation nation#negative/#i mean not exactly but also. ya kno.#really i dealt with death after death in may july november and the biggest in february#actually i think my great grandma died within the span between july and november. but i wasnt close with her & dont remember when#so idk if id count that. if i did then the longest would be 3 months. between november and february.#all this is to say. wow what a Fucking year last year was huh#i still dont rly feel like i have much trust in people staying alive in my life.#but maybe im a bit less scared of even more people in my life suddenly dropping dead.#... then again now i apparently have something wrong with my liver. which i am still not happy about.#the only reason why im not dying of anxiety is bc i still feel relatively normal overall.#but i also just remembered how. well. 28 has Long been my unlucky number. and im turning 28 next year.#so ive been half convinced im just gonna die when im 28. bc thatd be just my luck wouldnt it#and like overall theres no real reason why i Would die at that age. but now theres something wrong with my liver.#and like ok i dont think it's liver failure. i dont have any real symptoms for it#and if it was an emergency my doctor wouldve told me to go to the hospital. probably.#but idk. my truest anxiety about it is that it could be something cancerous. or something.#and really i have no reason to suspect that specifically. it's just one of the potential causes for the enzyme abnormality we found#but bc it's not entirely off the table. well now my mind has latched onto it. and is like 'What If'#and ok i just now looked into possible liver diseases to try to calm my anxiety. with mixed success.#bc i found all sorts of liver diseases. including cirrhosis. which is irreversible damage.#im just clinging to the hope of the fact that my readings werent Too high... just.#every single one associated with the liver was high. which means theres Definitely something wrong with my liver.#and im kind of scared it's bc of my prior alcohol use. i wasnt an alcoholic but i did drink pretty regularly for a bit.#but also how unfair would it be for me to get a liver disease from that??? the most i ever drank at one time was 8 shots#which is a lot but there are some people doing that kind of thing Regularly. and they dont get liver disease???#regardless this has been extra persuasion to stay off the alcohol. especially until i know what's up with it.#heyyyy mr liver inside me i prommy i will take good care of u from now on. pls dont die on me đđđ#see ok this is what happens whem i start to think. i get anxious. i just need to keep not thinking.#it's 10 pm i think thats a good time for sleepies
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OPPOSITES â p.jongseong
PAIRING: ceo!jay x fem!reader GENRES: fluff, smut, a little angst WC: 12.1k+
WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, slightly drunk, a brief argument. kissing, foreplay, (almost) dry sex. lmk if i've forgotten anything.
SYNOPSIS: jay was the most serious ceo anyone could meet and remember, but not when you were around. while he had a difficult smile, you captivated anyone with your cheerful and relaxed manner. one night, he decided to take you into his world, the business dinner, but you didn't know if it was a good idea.
NOTES: a little treat i wrote for my little sweetheart @bluej4ym <3 to thank you for all your care and for always being here for me. you deserve more stories (which i'll write later, spoiler yeah) and what's more, you deserve only good things bc you're like that, full of good things. thanks for your friendship, i love you very much. and i hope you enjoy the story as much as i do.
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Working in a multinational company has two aspects that you can't avoid. First was the growth of shares and partners, dealing with people at the top, and seeing the numbers rise as you closed really important deals. Secondly, there was the gossip that went around the corridors of the company, even more so if you were the CEO.
Jongseong could boast of having a major multinational, being a billionaire, and having shares rising by the second. He took the trouble to congratulate all the employees for their hard work and dedication while they were in that building, giving their all so that the numbers would rise even higher. But Jongseong couldn't control what they said here and there, especially about him.
Not that it was something he needed to care about, like hearing that he was a really serious and scary boss⌠Well, he could take that title with ease. Jongseong wasn't one for easy smiles and small talk, saying only what was necessary to his employees and being strictly professional and polite. Greeting passers-by regardless of whether they were having a good day or not. But his facade was cold and methodical, as you'd usually hear.
What Jongseong didn't like to deal with was the gossip that arose after he met you. Introducing you as a romantic partner was something he didn't want publicly at the beginning of the relationship, private life being exclusively for the two of you. As well as keeping you out of the eyes of employees he knew would be the talk of the town, Jongseong also liked to have all the time in the world for you. But the town was too small, he had thought when he heard one of the employees say, the next day when he met the two of you in a restaurant.
âThe boss is dating a very beautiful womanâ he'd boast, having good taste, having heard how beautiful you were and the compliments the young man made on your appearance, although he was a little annoyed that he'd looked at you so much to find out about your physical characteristics.
âDoes he really have a heart? I mean, how is he supposed to treat this girl when he's so serious all the time?â well, Jongseong wasn't expecting that comment.
That's what had been hammering at him for so long, not denying any gossip that involved you and him specifically. Since your employees knew, there was no hiding it. This led him to take the liberty of asking you to come to the company a few days a week. Walking hand in hand with you down the corridors or holding your shoulder to guide you, or with his hand on your waist talking about how the evening would go at home and what he was planning for the two of you to have for dinner.
He didn't need any kind of validation from anyone, but he also didn't know how to explain how annoyed he was at the thought of people thinking he didn't pay enough attention to you. Just like you, the woman who stole his heart just by the simple way she treated him. You were unlike anyone he had ever met, and Jongseong would spend hours talking about you and how much you meant to him if it were possible. He would replace the weekly stock meeting just to talk about you.
âMr. Park?â the voice interrupted him slightly as he rambled on about you and how he felt about you. His eyes left the computer that was open on the stock spreadsheets and quickly went to the door. Jongseong's secretary stared at him with a small smile without showing her teeth, politely and discreetly âI have some papers for you to sign, can I take them?â
âOf course, come inâ he settled into his chair, waiting for the secretary to walk towards him and place the papers on the table. Jongseong rolled his eyes at the small mountain of sheets she had placed there and his eyes quickly went to the corner of the desk. A small picture frame was turned towards him, without anyone being able to make out what was there. A photo of you. The first picture he took on the analog camera you had at home. Jongseong hadn't tinkered with these things for a long time, ever since his camera had broken and, with the hustle and bustle of life and work, he'd never thought to fix it. But you had one, and it was in perfect condition. Capturing it was no effort when you were graceful to the extreme and your beauty had been captured without any problem.
He smiled so openly at the photo that he didn't notice that the secretary was still standing in front of his desk. Her gaze followed where he was looking and, curiously, she tried not to bend down to notice the photo, although she had a slight notion that it might be a picture of him or someone he loved very much.
âDo you need anything else, Mr. Park?â she asked shyly, and he noticed the astonishment on her face when he connected the dots⌠Jongseong had smiled openly for the first time in front of someone other than you or his parents.
âNoâŚâ he huffed, picking up one of the sheets from the pile of papers and looking at the written lines to try and disguise how fervently his cheeks were burning âYou can go now, miss. Thank you.â
Just as she entered, greeting Jongseong on her way out, the door closed and left the man alone in the room again. It wasn't a big deal to smile like that in front of someone else, but he found it strange and felt that he had let his guard down for an employee he only had a professional relationship with. Jongseong thought he only had to show that side to everyone he worked with, he had no reason to be affectionate like that.
Apart from you, the only person who broke this kind of protocol was someone he knew would be coming into his office in the next few minutes. And without thinking to wait for a call or a message, or even a sign that he was coming in, the door was flung open.
The playful smile on Jaeyun's lips indicated that he had heard something in the corridors of the company.
âWhat's up, Mr. wide smile?â he hummed after closing the door, his hands in the pockets of his dress pants as he walked slowly over to Jongseong's desk.
âAre they commenting yet?â he snorted, throwing the paper on the table and stretching back in his chair.
âShe said you have a beautiful smileâ Jaeyun bit his lower lip to stop himself from laughing at his best friend's pained expression as he walked over to the table and sat down in the armchair right in front of his best friend and company owner âI think you should smile more, you know?â
âAnd I think you should fuck offââ
âHey, is that how you talk to the vice president? How disrespectfulâ the other pretended to be offended, his posture mimicking Jongseong's in the chair, throwing all his weight on the back of the armchair while sighing heavily.
Sim Jaeyun had been Jongseong's best friend for as long as he could remember. Remembering Jaeyun running around at company parties when neither of them knew how to add two and two together. He had a tooth missing when he greeted Jongseong for the first time and asked him to play in the middle of a gigantic crystal fountain in a particularly large hall. When Jongseong and Jaeyun broke the statue and fell into the fountain, getting wet from head to toe, it was there that he knew for sure that this boy would be his best friend.
That's why he had asked him to be vice-president of the company because there was no one better than Jaeyun to help him with his business. He had always been by Jongseong's side and seen him through all the good and bad times, where Jongseong wasn't ashamed to be vulnerable around Jaeyun, let alone show the side of him that almost no one knew about.
That's why it was impossible to remain serious around his best friend, even in the workplace. Jongseong didn't like being in the same environment as Jaeyun for too long, especially in meetings, because he knew that at some point his best friend would say something that would make him crack up and laugh at the same time. That was one of the reasons why the two of them hardly had any meetings together, even if Jaeyun did manage to get them together once in a while to talk to some employees.
âDo you know what I was thinking?â Jaeyun asked.
âAnd you were thinking?â the other joked, receiving Jaeyun's middle finger affectionately and a grimace soon after, making him laugh jokingly.
âWe have less than a week until the Swedish partner's welcome dinnerâ he sighed happily. Jaeyun liked dinners because the buffet was always very well served and he knew that someone always remembered to put out the appetizers he liked. Good champagne and he would judge people's clothes along with you because he knew Jongseong would take it. Jaeyun was sure of it, he made friends with you so easily that it was like a perfect fit that you had come into his best friend's life. Because Jongseong would never say anything about anyone else, even though she was completely underdressed. But Jaeyun knew that you would drop a comment and laugh at something he said because you and he were Jongseong's karma. In a good way.
âAnd what does that mean? We're going together as a couple again?â it was Jongseong's turn to ask, making his best friend roll his eyes.
âFirst of allâ Ewâ he pretended to shudder with disgust, but there were countless times that the two of them went to dinner together. One because neither of them had any thoughts of dating or anything like that, and two because it was cooler to be with his best friend âSecondly, I thought you'd take Y/n. You have to take her!â
âWhy?â Jaeyun noticed that Jongseong hesitated a little. His posture shifted in his chair as he uttered his name in the middle of the conversation. He thought his best friend would be happy about the mention and how much Jaeyun liked you, practically a sister-in-law to him. But he saw the company owner's expression change a little.
âBecause, well⌠she's your girlfriend?â it seemed obvious to say something like that, Jongseong wanted to slap himself for acting like that, even more so in front of Jaeyun âAnd because it's a company event, it's your chance to bring her closer to the gossips who say you treat her badly.â
Jongseong hated how oblivious and sincere his best friend was. The words came out of the other with no intention of hurting or offending, and he knew it. But he also knew how sincere the boy was being because although Jongseong had never been so open about his personal life, having you around where almost everyone â or everyone â from his company was, would be a good opportunity to at least show that he cared about you. Not as he would have liked because you were in public, but he would have tried.
âI don't know why I'm bothering with this, honestlyâ he put his hands over his face, his voice coming out muffled and he holding back the overwhelming urge to shout. Jongseong was sincere when he said it and he knew that his best friend understood, after all, he had known him almost all his life.
âMaybe it's because you really love her and can't stand the idea of people making things up about you dating herâ was another naked truth coming out of the mouth of the world's most sincere best friend, whom Jongseong felt incredibly lucky to have. He took his hands away from his face, letting them rest on his lap as he looked at the boy in front of him.
That was completely true, and also because you were the first person who took him out of the CEO posture and saw him only as Park Jongseong. You saw him as someone other than a suit and tie, expensive clothes, and a closed face. You smiled so beautifully at him that it was then that Jongseong knew he should marry you.
âI hate youâ was the only thing he managed to say to Jaeyun, hearing his best friend's laugh after a big thud on the table. He had slapped the thick wood a few times to celebrate that he was right.
âNow that I've convinced you to take Y/n to dinner, I'm going to send her a messageâ Jaeyun stood up.
âWhat? You're going to text my girlfriend and say what?â Jongseong narrowed his eyes at the boy.
âI want to ask if that best friend of hers is available⌠What's her name again?â Jongseong listened to Jaeyun speak several names until he guessed the name of his best friend, whom he had seen a few times when the two of you went out together somewhere more relaxed.
Jongseong genuinely laughed at this, Jaeyun's intentions always being serious, but with a comic undertone that took away all the weight of working hard all week. He watched his best friend walk out of the office humming something without saying another word, leaving him there with a smile on his lips and the thought of introducing you to a sea of people next week.
Jongseong had parked in front of your apartment countless times, waiting for you to come down and walk out the door as gracefully as ever. This time something seemed different and he knew he was too nervous â and unnecessarily so. It was just a dinner he was tired of being at, with boring people, although the subjects were really necessary. He was cordial and polite to partners and future investors, waving and greeting people who were as rich as he was just to make an average while sipping some expensive drink he didn't even care about.
Having you by his side that night would make things a little different. Jongseong didn't know if it had been a good idea to invite you to that dinner, he knew it was a world you weren't used to, although he never said he felt uncomfortable knowing how much he was part of it. Your life, completely opposite to his, was what gave grace and balance to the relationship between the two of you. While Jongseong was counting the company's millions in revenue, wearing a suit worth almost a hundred thousand and always with his hair combed with gel and straightened, you were the opposite. A baggy, comfortable suit soiled with some kind of paint or clay, your hair curled or tied up however, you could manage, inside a room full of art and paintings that you sold everywhere or gave lessons on how to make a good canvas painting. You made your money quietly and unhurriedly, while Jongseong needed figures and results the moment he opened a spreadsheet on his computer.
While he was serious and had no chance for a relaxed smile, you smiled at everyone and greeted anyone who passed in front of you. Your good mood was recognized by Jongseong the day you met, in the coffee shop you shared â in secret â because he knew it was the only quiet place, while you liked the aroma of the coffee and the few people who went there. He was in such a hurry the day he entered that establishment that he didn't see you and knocked over all the coffee you had just paid for.
There was no way he could have cursed you, after all, it was his fault because he didn't look where he was going. He didn't wait for you to pass and even made you waste your drink. Looking in your direction, you kept a smile on your face, even though your T-shirt was dirty with iced caramel coffee. Apologies wouldn't be enough for him to make up for what had happened, so buying you another coffee would be the least he could do. But as soon as he sat down at the table to wait for the compensation coffee, he was surprised by your good humor and smooth talk.
As if you weren't intimidated by him and how well-dressed he was in front of you. Nor did you care that your coffee was sticking to your shirt by now and the smell of caramel was invading the conversation you were both having. Jongseong never thought it would be so easy to talk to someone until he met you. Until he fell in love with you so naturally that he wanted to see you even more every day.
Jongseong sighed slowly, feeling nostalgic for the first day he laid eyes on you. How lucky he was that everything had turned out the way it had⌠He was overcome by that feeling until he stared at the entrance to your building. There you were. As beautiful as he remembered you to be. So perfect walking towards him while carefully holding the scarf that covered your shoulders to keep the wind from hitting you as the night went on. Although you were covered by his blazer by the end of the night, though.
âHeyâ you said as soon as you got close enough, giving that smile that Jongseong was sure was his fuel for anything.
âHey, darlingâ Jongseong said back, stretching out his hand enough to touch your waist over the dress. The silk making contact with his skin and the softness of the fabric made him smile. It hugged his body so perfectly that Jongseong was beginning to wonder if he should take you like that.
âDo you like it? Jake helped me choose, he said you'd like this colorâ your pout was soon broken by his lips, a quick kiss without much depth since you were both still out of the car. Jongseong took a good look again. The navy blue silk highlighted everything about you; from the color of your eyes, the tone of your hair, and even the tone of your skin. He certainly liked that color.
âHe knows me on thisâ Jongseong kissed your lips once more, his other hand going to your face to caress your cheeks and feel the softness of your skin this time âYou look stunning, baby.â
âI'm glad you liked it, loveâ you thanked him, and it was your turn to kiss him quickly to pull away and pull him into the car. You didn't know what time dinner would start on the dot, but you were sure that Jongseong couldn't be late, after all, he was the CEO. He would need to be there a little earlier as he had to welcome the guests and greet a world of important people.
He wasn't a difficult person for you to read, ever since you first met, so this evening it was easy for you to notice how nervous Jongseong seemed. From getting into the car and holding your thigh as his drove, to arriving at the dinner space and getting out of the car with you. Everything seemed to move in slow motion and every time you saw him look in your direction, his adam's apple would jiggle a little more, indicating that Jongseong was swallowing dry for some reason. A reason you couldn't think of. Perhaps asking Jaeyun would be a good idea since he was with Bonnie, your best friend. The two of them were relaxed with each other and would be your company while Jongseong went off to greet the first business partners of the evening.
âDo you two want something to drink?â Jaeyun asked when he found the table that the four of you would be sitting at for the rest of the evening, with only Jongseong left to join you.
âYou can bring me whatever you're drinkingâ Bonnie smiled at Jaeyun, who smiled back.
âI think I'll take a water.â
âWhat?â Jaeyun's expression contorted, a grimace appearing as he wrinkled his forehead at you while sticking out his tongue âWe have so many nice drinks and you're going to ask me for water? Please, Y/n.â
âThat's right Y/n, how about the three of us have a drink together?â Bonnie tried to cheer you up with Jaeyun's help. If denying your best friend was a difficult task, having someone else do it made it even worse.
You weren't able to say anything else before Jaeyun left in search of a really good drink in addition to a glass of water. Meanwhile, the moment passed in complete silence between you and your best friend, because she knew you needed some time to yourself. That environment was something different for you and knowing that the stares you received were because you were known as the CEO's girlfriend. What would they think of you⌠that you were a gold-digger? Or did Jongseong's employees even know about the solid relationship you and he had?
It was clear that he acted strangely when it came to you and his working environment, and it was something you didn't question or care much about. Because you didn't meet Park Jongseong, the CEO. You met Jay, Jongie, the loving man who smiled at you no matter what situation he faced that day. The man with the warmest hugs and the best kiss you've ever tasted in your life.
Much of that dinner was a blur to you after Jaeyun brought some drinks and the three of you chatted about various things, with a little time left over to judge the outfits of people who swore they looked great in that space. But in fact, they were dressed so strangely. Like⌠Even you, who had never been to such a fancy dinner before, knew how to dress â although Jaeyun helped you with the choice because he knew what Jongseong liked â but that was no excuse! You looked much better than the people who were the talk of the table.
Jongseong had finally joined the table and the conversation between him and Bonnie was pleasant, making you feel good that your boyfriend got on well with your best friend. Just as you and Jaeyun had gotten along. Your boyfriend kept his hand on your thigh under the table, stroking your leg as the conversation between him and your best friend flowed smoothly. The tender touch of Jongseong's fingers, was a silent way of telling you that he was there for you, even though his perfume was everywhere. At least to you, who could tell exactly what he smelled like?
You looked at Jongseong's profile, his sharp jaw and plump lips making your heart race. The way his dimples appeared every time he smiled at something the other two at the table said made your heart leap a little more than usual in your boyfriend's presence. You got so lost in his face, in Jongseong's stunning beauty that you didn't notice when he abandoned his conversation with Jaeyun and Bonnie to look in your direction.
âAdmiring?â Jongseong said, a low tone knowing that you would hear it anyway because of how close you had to each other.
âFeeling lucky, maybeâ you shrugged, noticing him leaning towards you. His face a few centimeters away from yours, Jongseong's gaze lowered to your lips and then back to your eyes.
âLucky for what?â he asked, shifting his gaze back and forth between your eyes and your mouth. The way he did it was so natural, yet it made you boil with shyness. Your cheeks would already be visibly flushed if it weren't for the make-up masking it and the amount of alcohol you'd drunk. You could blame it on Jaeyun and Bonnie.
âFor having you with meâ you finally replied, causing Jongseong's gallant exterior to crumble and giving way to the man with the silly smile and passionate gaze. He leaned in a little closer, his forehead touching yours and the tip of his nose brushing against yours.
Even if you knew that that intimate touch was the furthest the two of you had gone in front of everyone, you didn't know that practically all of his employees would be watching and commenting on it. Seeing how enamored Jongseong seemed to be with that simple touch.
âIf I'm going to count myself lucky on this, then I'm the luckiest man on the planetâ with a final whisper, he was ready to kiss your lips. Tasting the flavor of the drinks you'd had that night and how the fruity ones would have tasted on your tongue against his if it hadn't been for the mere interruption.
âSorry to disturb youâ Jongseong felt your breath quicken against your face, slowly pulling away so that he could straighten up and pay attention to whoever was calling him. And so he did. Sitting properly next to you as he had before, his hand still lingering on your leg as he looked at the middle-aged man standing behind Jaeyun's chair âI didn't mean to interrupt the guys, but I need you two with a so-called investor near the bar. Can you accompany me?â
A company dinner with business at a time that didn't need to happen. Jongseong and Jaeyun hated being president and vice president at this time.
âWill you wait for me for a few minutes?â he turned towards you, his eyes meeting yours effortlessly. The intense glare in your gaze made Jongseong unable to control himself even a little, so he leaned in and captured your lips without waiting for you to give anything away.
It was no lie to say that Jongseong had the best kiss in the world, even more so when he started caressing your lips with his cracked lips. The muscle of Jongseong's tongue came into contact with yours slowly and gradually, tasting the light fruitiness of the cocktail you'd had a while ago. He knew he would taste it, knew it would match the slow kiss you two shared. Unfortunately for both of you, the time had come to pull away and Jongseong did so with a small smile as he noticed the surprise on your face at having such a sudden kiss.
You held back the urge to laugh when Jaeyun came out and slapped Jongseong on the shoulder in excitement at the kiss that had just taken place. You caught a glimpse of the best friends pestering each other as, together, they walked to the bar where there were a few men much older than the two of them.
âI guess it's just you and me now, dear best friendâ Bonnie moved between the chairs to sit next to you, facing the bar where the two boys had arrived a few minutes before. She slowly laid her head on your shoulder, feeling the weight of your head resting on hers straight away.
âHow about some more cocktails? I loved what Jake brought us both.â
âThat's how you say it. That's my Y/n!â she celebrated, raising her head and making you raise yours too. Bonnie's smile infected yours, along with her excitement at getting up from the table and going after another cocktail to face the rest of the night.
Jongseong's eyes were asking for help as he looked at Jaeyun and saw him order another glass of whiskey from the old man sitting between them. The deal had been made a long time ago, but the older man insisted on drinking a little more to celebrate. He didn't even want to celebrate more than he should have, one glass of whiskey was enough and Jongseong just wanted to go back to sitting at your table, be in your arms, and get out of that dinner.
Thinking about you and how much he missed you, he turned towards the table where you were supposed to be with Bonnie, expecting to see you talking to your best friend. But what Jongseong found was an empty table and nothing but the empty glasses that you all drank before leaving there.
He looked around, looking for some sign from you or Bonnie so he could have an excuse with which he could walk away, say that one of you two needed his help with something and get Jaeyun out of there too.
Jongseong was starting to get nervous without seeing you for more than two minutes, no sign of you anywhere. Then he looked at Jaeyun, as tired and bored as he was. Waving to his best friend as a silent request to leave, neither of them thought much other than to give a small excuse to the old man and walk away.
âWhatâs wrong, man?â Jaeyun whispered as the two of them walked away, looking at the table where the two of you should be and finding it empty âOh, I seeâ then he started to search the place together with Jongseong.
âI think we can split up for a bit, maybeâ he suggested as he started to get impatient. He had already walked through the long dining room and not a single solid spark from you or Bonnie. He sighed heavily, Jaeyun looking around before landing his eyes on his best friend.
âThe second floor has some rooms from what the organization people saidâ he answered to Jongseong âDo you want to look there and Iâll go outside to see if the girls went out for some air?â
âGreat idea, Iâll go up,â Jongseong said.
Climbing the stairs two at a time, he didnât know he was capable of being as fast on a staircase as he was at that moment. The second floor was huge and he would spare no effort to open each door to get a signal. Maybe one of you two was drunk and needed some help and wouldnât be able to speak. Jongseong thought he should have left someone from the company to keep an eye on you at least, so he would know where you were just by asking. But that annoying man rented his and Jaeyunâs time in such a long and tiring way that he didnât even have time to think.
âPark Jongseong?â he didnât want to see anyone right now other than you, but the call of his name made him turn towards the vast and empty corridor. Jongseong looked at the woman who was approaching, an eyebrow raised and a smile on her lips that made him wonder what was going on in her head.
âYes, itâs meâ he tried to sound as cordial as possible, as he did with everyone he talked to that night. The woman took a few more steps before stopping dangerously in front of Jongseong, her hand stopping halfway as she wondered whether or not she should raise it and touch him.
âI was looking for you.â
âLooking for me? What would be the reason?â he asked, a little confused when she took another step and Jongseong felt his back hit the wall furiously.
âI can breathe a sigh of relief because my husband finally closed a deal with youâ her hand ran down his chest to the top button of his shirt, where she quickly unbuttoned it. Jongseong would have raised his hand to close it and push her away, but the woman was so close that any movement could make him touch some part of her body that he didnât want to do at all. âThat way I can go to your office often. Such a wonderful viewâŚâ she held his face between her hands, this time there was no way to think and Jongseong touched her hands to push her away, mentally cursing himself for touching the skin of another woman who wasnât you.
âIâm sorry, but I donât think you understandâ he tried not to sound as nervous as he was, breathing deeply so that his tone wouldnât falter and remain serious. Jongseong looked at the woman who was trying to maintain an innocent look, which didnât match what she wanted to do. âI closed a deal with your husband because the offer was great. And I have a girlfriend, soââ
âOh, donât be silly, Jongseongâ she laughed. âThat doesnât work in the business worldâŚâ
He felt sorry for the man who had married her because if this was happening here, Jongseong couldnât count how many times the woman in front of him had slept with her husbandâs business partners. Did she think she would do that to him now? It made his stomach churn at the thought.
Jongseong looked ahead, looking for some sign that she was backing away so he could gently push her away and leave as quickly as possible. But again, the woman didnât seem to give up and held his face tighter. Her perfectly painted and aligned nails dug into his skin strangely and painfully. Jongseong wanted to scream and tell all etiquette and manners to go to hell, he just wanted to get out of there. The woman stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to kiss him, but he was faster. His face turned in the opposite direction to hers to feel her lipsticked lips touching near the final line of his jaw.
This was something he would have to explain to you, the lipstick mark on your skin or any mark on your face that would have been left if you weren't at the end of the hallway. He felt his chest burn and his eyes widen when your figure was there, standing there and completely confused. Jongseong found some strength to push the woman in front of him without caring about any explanation. The only thing on his mind was to run towards you even though you were running in the opposite direction this time.
âY/n, wait!â he shouted as loud as he could, running through the hallways until he came down the stairs after you. Jongseong didnât know how you were so fast after a few cocktails, not even he was able to catch up to you.
The sea of ââpeople flooded the hall and the entrance, coming in and out, walking in all directions. But he was focused on your figure heading outside, so thatâs where he would head without thinking twice.
âY/n, please listen to meâ Jongseong shouted once more, his breath hitching as he continued running towards you until he saw that there was no escape for you anymore. The parking lot wall is the barrier to stop you from continuing to move away from him âLove, Iââ
âDonât call me that, pleaseâ by the tone of your voice he knew that you were holding back tears, and it hurt to know that it was because of him. Because of what you had seen. But what Jongseong wanted most was to explain to you everything that had happened.
âI call you because youâre my loveâ he continued, walking towards you even though you still had your back to him. Hearing each step of your boyfriend getting closer and closer until his warmth was against your back, âCan you turn around to face me, please?â
As much as he wanted to hold you, turn you around, and kiss you to get rid of any thoughts, he knew he had no right to do that at that moment. So he waited patiently until you turned around, finding your face blurred by tears and your eyes slightly red.
Jongseong hated himself so much at that moment. He hated himself more than anything in the world.
âDid you see everything that happened?â he asked, seeing you nod slowly, âDid you see that I tried to push her awayââ
âJongseongâ he froze in place, it was his turn to widen his eyes because you never called him Jongseong. Even when you were mad at him, his name never left your lips. That hurt more than seeing you cry.
âDonât call me that, you never call me Jongseong.â
âJongseongâ you repeated, your lower lip trembling and your eyes burning a little more. The nail marks on his cheek were still evident. You had seen everything from the beginning, since when that disgusting woman showed interest in your boyfriend thinking he would be another one she would sleep with. The shock had been so great that you hadnât been able to scream to push her away or do anything, so it was only when your boyfriend walked away that your presence had been noticed in that hallway. You just wanted to find a bathroom to use, anyway, and ended up finding the worst scene that you wanted to forget now âIf this happens at a dinner I've been invited to, I wonder what must have happened on the nights you were alone since we started dating.â
âWhat? Honey, noââ
Your broken sob was the last thing he heard before you walked away again. The desire he had at that moment was to go back to that hallway and make that woman tell him the whole truth about things. Jongseong had never been through a situation like that, the shock running through every fiber of his body as the vivid image of your face contorted in pain and sadness broke him more and more.
âFuckâ he threw his head back, wanting to scream as loud as he could until that horrible feeling passed. Even though he knew it wouldnât.
Two weeks had passed, and Jaeyun counted on the calendar on his desk and his cell phone. Today was the end of two weeks exactly in which Jongseong had not left the office for anything. Meetings were postponed or only attended by Jaeyun. Calls were answered only by his secretary, with the answers to reschedule visits or that he was not available at the moment. And seeing him in the company hallways? No one did that. Jongseong would arrive an hour before everyone else arrived, only the security guards were able to find him wandering the hallways before entering the confines of his office and leaving an hour after work ended. He didn't want to be disturbed by anything.
"This is getting worrying" Jaeyun looked at his best friend's secretary. Yuna was a cool intern â and a gossip â but not in a bad way, she was the one who passed on all the information to him while Jongseong didn't participate in it. Jaeyun was a more relaxed boss, according to her.
âHe postponed another meeting for next weekâ Yuna looked at the notes of all the interactions she had with the boss and owner of the company. Each message was written down with details and the times the contacts had happened, all so she could keep him informed later. âDo you think we should do something?â
âWhat if I go to his office?â Jaeyun asked her.
âMr. Sim, you know thatââ she hesitated a little, unsure of what to say, but when Jaeyun continued, Yuna knew she wasnât that wrong.
âWe wonât know without trying, right? And he canât fight me for this, donât worryâ Jaeyun smiled at the girl and pushed herself off the counter of her desk, walking to Jongseongâs office. He missed the sigh of distress that Yuna gave, knowing the boss and owner of that entire building well. Jongseong would probably scold Jaeyun for bothering him like he did two days ago when Jaeyun insisted that he go out at least to eat something.
With a determined sigh, Jaeyun didn't even need to knock on the door and entered the room like he always did. This time just opening the door wide and walking in.
âI told you to get out of here, Jaeyunâ the other didn't even need to take his eyes off the computer to know that, once again, his best friend was trying to interact.
âSince when do you call me Jaeyun, you shit?â he walked over to Jongseong's desk, looking around and noticing the mountain of trash and takeout food. His best friend wasn't like that, never had been. This was worrying him to an absurd level and he didn't know what to do.
Or he did know, he just wanted to test it a little and see how far he could go.
âSince when do you disobey my ordersâ Jongseong finally looked at him. Dark circles under his eyes and eyes almost screaming for a minute of rest where he could lay his head on the pillow and get some sleep. Jaeyun wondered how long his best friend slept each night to be like that. âNow, please, get out of my office.â
âNoâ he replied, making Jongseongâs eyes widen. âWhat? Did I stutter, Jongseong?â leaning on the table, his hands in front of his body and his head down, Jaeyun looked at him a little more seriously. Looking away across the table, Park Jongseong hated how much the boy in front of him knew him so well. He didnât want to be like that and he also didnât want anyone to see him like that.
âJake, go to your office, please?â
âOnly if you go home, take a shower, and get some sleepâ he said. Jongseong gave a sad smile, really wanting things to be that simple. That he could get at least a little sleep, but every time he laid his head on the pillow, the image of your face came to his mind.
The first few nights, Jongseong could still see the sadness in your eyes and your last words to him before running away. Then he forced himself to think about the good times you shared during the time you were together. Your smile and your touch that he missed so much. The way you called him and told him your feelings in a melody so beautiful that it was the sound of your voice. Jongseong was lost without you.
âThatâs not going to happenâŚâ
âEither you go home, or Iââ
âWhat?â he asked, interrupting Jaeyun in the same second.
He seemed to think for a moment, pondering whether to say what was on his mind or leave Jongseong on the edge of curiosity. He decided to go for the second option and pushed himself away from the table.
âYouâre leaving this room today, wait for meâ he said finally, walking through the room until he left without giving his friend a chance to answer.
It was all or nothing, he needed to do this even if it cost him something that Jaeyun didnât even know what it was. But the sadness and worry of seeing his best friend like that was even greater than anything, so he would risk everything to make Jongseong leave that room that day.
âSo?â Yuna asked curiously, looking at Jaeyun with expectation and excitement. She knew that the two were best friends and could get everything from each other.
âI couldnât get him to leave thereâ he began saying, seeing that she was getting a little disappointed with what she was hearing. But as soon as Jaeyun took the cell phone in his hands, continuing to talk, Yuna smiled along with him, âBut I know someone who can get everything from him.â
The sound of the computer keyboard combined with the traffic outside the building was the only sound Jongseong had heard for almost forty minutes. No interruptions from his best friend or his secretary. No one had contacted him through Yuna, much less asked to speak to him. It was incredibly peaceful, although his mind was in turmoil.
Jongseong was grateful for the amount of work that occupied his mind for most of the day, although he needed to review some documents since he got lost every time he looked at the photo on the table. Your face in it made him sigh and stop for a few minutes, messing up his hair and wondering what was going on. He wished he could go back in time and simply switch places with Jaeyun and go look for you and Bonnie downstairs. Or better yet, not accept the deal with that man and not have to deal with his freakish unfaithful wife.
Everything would be in perfect condition and Jongseong wouldn't have lost you like that. He felt incomplete and unhappy, just like he used to before he met you.
Jongseong's thoughts screamed self-deprecation. He would have continued doing this for the rest of the day if he hadn't been interrupted by a knock on the door. It wasn't Jaeyun, he was sure of that. His best friend never knocked on his door. It could only be Yuna, and she wasn't to blame for what was happening, so when he politely asked her to come in, Jongseong wasn't surprised to see her standing with the door open.
âMr. Park, sorry to bother youâ she began, almost as if it had been rehearsed during those two weeks when Jongseong had asked her not to be disturbed. He knew she was making an effort to keep him informed of everything even though he didn't want to be there.
âDo you need anything?â he asked her.
âThere's an urgent visitor for youâ Yuna pressed her lips together, a little hesitant. Jongseong frowned for a moment, not remembering anyone who was an urgent visitor for him.
âIs this another one of Jaeyunâs works? Because if it isâŚâ when Yuna didnât answer, Jongseong knew his best friend was involved in this. He sighed heavily, taking his hands away from the computer and throwing his head back. âOkay, send Jaeyunâs visitor in, then.â
The last time Jaeyun had mentioned an urgent visitor, he had taken Sunghoon and Heeseung into Jongseongâs office so they could drink bottles of soju since he couldnât leave until he signed the last report of the week. He didnât want to drink right now, no drop of alcohol would be able to take away what he was feeling. He appreciated his best friendâs attempts even if he didnât know if it would work this time.
But Jongseong should also know that Jaeyun never messed around. Not when it came to getting what he wanted since the two had become friends since they were little. When he heard Jaeyun say that he would get out of that office at any cost, he didn't know that the boy would appeal and call for you. You were standing at the door of Jongseong's office now.
âMake yourself at home, Miss Y/nâ Yunaâs voice brought Jongseong back to reality as soon as she said your name, waving in your direction and smiling widely as she left you there, closing the door to leave just you and him inside the room.
âY/n? What are you doing here?â he almost stumbled over his own words, stuttering a little as he abruptly got up from the table, dropping some papers. Jongseong tried to fix some strands of his hair, which was certainly more disheveled than when he woke up.
âJaeyun called meâ as he heard your voice for the first time, almost like a song hypnotizing him, Jongseong walked around the table and approached you in slow steps. Looking your body up and down, your loose and casual clothes, just as he remembered, making you so beautiful that he swore he felt his heart swell even more. âArenât you eating, Jongseong?â
Now his heart could shrink in size when he heard you call him Jongseong again, falling back into the reality of the state you two were in at that moment. But he didn't care, he wanted to be close to you, so he stopped in front of you and let you look at him.
Apart from you, only Jaeyun was capable of that, of looking so closely. So he let you examine every particle of his face. From his unkempt skin to his tired eyes. His disheveled hair and his shirt looked like they hadn't been ironed or cared for in a few days as if Jongseong had just taken the same fabric and put it on in the rush of the moment.
âSorry, Iââ his adam's apple moved as he searched for the right words to answer you, feeling his eyes burn when he looked at you so closely âI don't want to leave the office, soâŚâ
âSo you're leaving nowâ you wanted to be firm at that moment, but you were as broken as he was.
When Jaeyun called you and asked for help, you had already been planning to see Jongseong for a few days. Your anger had already passed and you managed to cool your head about everything that had happened, talking to Bonnie and listening to the story Jaeyun told her about what had happened. It matched exactly what you saw from the beginning. Jongseong was not and never had been a cheater and a betrayer, you knew that. But your emotions were so intense that you could only think of the worst and wanted to push him away, although you didn't know that the result of that would be the man in front of you like that.
âWhat?â he asked.
âLet's go homeâ Jongseong almost moaned tearfully when your hand touched his face, letting a tear escape due to the sudden contact. Pulling his face close, you felt his forehead touch yours âYou go take a shower, I'll cook something and then we can talk, okay?â
âAs you wishâ he replied, his voice choked and his breath mixed with yours due to the closeness you two were in.
You reluctantly walked away, looking around and sighing at the carelessness of the place Jongseong had left. You felt guilty for getting him into that state, all it took was one phone call for him to come and meet you and the two of you to sort things out. But you also knew that if you had done it earlier, it might not have been the right time and you both might not be able to talk. You preferred not to think about what could have been and just focus on what was happening now.
Jongseong approached the chair and grabbed his blazer, throwing it over his arm and turning off the computer screen. Spreadsheets and files were being saved automatically and he wouldn't have to worry about that, because he was finally leaving his office with you.
Your steps were slow in front of him as if you were waiting for him to catch up with you until you reached the door to his office. Looking over your shoulder, you gave a small smile when you saw him standing right behind you. Then your actions were almost automatic, reaching out your hand for Jongseong to hold. He intertwined his fingers with yours. Your soft, velvety skin contrasted with the roughness of his hand, sending a shiver through both of your bodies.
Your grip between his fingers was enough to make Jongseong smile a little, his heart almost jumping out of his mouth at your smile for him. With your free hand, you opened the door, going out first and taking Jongseong with you out of the room.
âShit, I knew itâ Jaeyun almost shouted along with Yuna when he saw you leave the room hand in hand with Jongseong. The two of them looked like teenagers watching a couple of friends make it work because Jaeyun and Yuna clapped their hands against each other in a funny celebration.
âYuna?â Jongseong called for the secretary, causing her and Jaeyunâs celebration to be quickly interrupted. âTomorrow Iâm going to take the day off, rest⌠Can you pass my demands on to Jaeyun?â
âSure, Mr. Parkâ she smiled at you and Jongseong. Jaeyun didnât even care that he would have double the work to do. If that meant his best friend would be resting, then he would be fine.
âThank youâ Jaeyun hissed at you as Jongseong turned his back to head to the company elevators. You thanked him back, waving to Yuna as well and following Jongseong to the path he needed to take.
A lighter mood settled between the two of you and even spread to Jaeyun and Yuna. The boy was right when he said that you would be the one to get Jongseong out of that place. He should have bet with Yuna that this would happen because he would have won. But the only thing he got was extra work for an entire day.
But as Jaeyun thought, he wasnât going to complain about that. His best friendâs rest, combined with the well-being of his relationship, was all the boy wanted to happen.
Vulnerability was something that wasn't part of Jongseong's vocabulary until he met you. Before, he was able to handle professional pressures well, finding some amusement when people in the business flirted with him or Jaeyun. Nothing had ever happened, they were both too professional for that, but it always ended up being a topic of conversation for Jongseong the next morning. He also didn't let the few breakups he had gotten him down, managing to settle down and focus on what was most important: his company with Jaeyun.
But as soon as he met you, a lot of things started to change. Jongseong couldn't find people's boldness funny anymore, although he preferred to keep his personal life very private. He didn't cut Jaeyun off when his best friend said that the future Mrs. Park would be waiting. No partner or investor knew your name, but they knew about you just by the way he talked about you.
Jongseong also didn't know if those two weeks had been a real breakup between you and him or if it was just time you needed to get your head together. The only thing he was sure of was that it had hurt him in a way he had never been able to feel before. The anguish and fear of losing you were overwhelming. Jongseong didn't know what to do or what to think, leaving almost all the time lost in thoughts about you and being guided by Jaeyun when he needed some direction in the middle of work for a few minutes.
But as soon as you showed up at his office, showing concern and that you were there, he was able to respond with relief. Driving home with you in the passenger seat, constantly hearing you ask if he was hungry and what he wanted to eat. That was the most distant dream he had ever imagined living with you. The little things â after such a difficult time â made the boy feel luckier and luckier.
He came out of the shower with damp hair after what seemed like an eternity between going to the market to buy what was missing â Jongseong ignored your scolding after he said he hadn't done any food shopping in those two weeks â and arriving carrying the groceries, leaving you in the kitchen to prepare everything. He wanted to go with you, to watch you cook what you two had agreed on. But he also didn't want to be a hypocrite and say he wasn't tired. All the adrenaline mixed with all the distressing feelings Jongseong felt during that time were replaced by the calm that your presence brought to him, so taking a long shower was the only thing he should be concerned about at that moment. Your words after he went upstairs to his room.
Now that everything was finished, he could go down and meet you in the kitchen, guided by the delicious smell of curry that couldn't be missing from that recipe. Jongseong tried not to make any noise as he came down and stopped at the kitchen door, watching you. The care with which you prepared, your quick smiles as you chopped up a spice or added another ingredient to the pan. That was more valuable than anything he could ever have in life.
âJongseong, what a scare!â you said as soon as you noticed his presence, making his smile widen even more. Taking slow steps, he entered the kitchen and walked a little further until he stopped next to you. Leaning his forehead on your shoulder and inhaling your scent now. The scent he missed even more if he had to admit it. âAre you hungry?â you asked.
âA littleâ he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his hands on your belly and breathing slowly. âIs it ready yet?â
âYes, I promiseâ You smiled even though he wasnât seeing it. Your speed in the kitchen was enviable, but he knew you did everything in the best way you could just so he could get out of the shower with the food already prepared, needing a real meal.
Between the moment he hugged you and the moment the meal was finally ready, everything passed like a blur for Jongseong. Eating in silence by your side, enjoying the good food and the glances and smiles at each other. He made sure to hold your hand between bites, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb and listening to you sigh beside him, everything so perfectly that if it had been Jongseong's delusion and he was still in the office, he wouldn't want to wake up.
âYouââ he started to say, you were focused on putting the dishes in the sink and soon turned to him after the two of you finished eating âDo you mind spending the night here with me?â
He looked away after asking, afraid of any reaction from you. Jongseong took a step back to give you space in case you wanted to leave, but he was surprised when he heard you call him slowly.
âDo you want to go upstairs to rest now?â your question could already be a complete answer to him, Jongseong wouldn't even argue anymore. You would stay, he was sure of it.
Pulling you close to him by holding one of your hands, he was content to just guide you to the bedroom upstairs. Without saying a single word for fear he would ask you something and you would go back and leave him there alone. Jongseong wouldn't be able to face that house without you for so long. Even though you didn't live with him yet, at least before your visits were frequent, maybe even overnight stays. But for two weeks, you both lost that.
As soon as you both entered the bedroom, he went straight to the closet to look for something. You waited patiently, walking around the bed and going near the table where he usually got ready before going to work or going out. The smell of the mix of strong perfumes with Jongseong's after-shower scent was incredible. Everything in that room screamed his name and how the particularities of a serious man were completely guarded when he was with you.
âHere it isâ he approached you, a piece of cloth in his hands that was only identified by your eyes when he stopped in front of you. It was one of the loose shirts he lent you to wear when you slept here.
No expensive pajamas or lace things, he knew that, your essence could not be bought. And he didnât even want to. It was this difference between you and him that made the boy fall even more in love with you.
In silence, you began to undress, not caring about Jongseongâs eyes on your body or any corner he wanted to stare at. You, on the other hand, never took your eyes off his face. Wanting to catch every and any reaction as you took off your clothes, remaining only in your panties. Taking the shirt from his hand and easily pulling it over your head and letting the fabric fall on your body.
âLetâs lie down, you need itâ you whispered to him, looking him up and down and seeing the small effect you began to have on him. Between the sweetness of the relationship between the two of you, you knew that you were the one who provoked Jongseong the most in this regard, and being away for so long was also making you miss him just as much as he missed you.
Feeling the soft fabric of his bed sheets and the blankets covering the two of you, Jongseong sighed. A sigh of relief as he wrapped one of his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His lips rested on your forehead before lowering his face and resting his forehead against yours this time.
âDo you want to listen to me now?â Jongseong asked you, trying to ignore the provocation from a few minutes ago and focus on something else. Maybe this conversation would be a good one.
âI⌠would love toâ you pondered, but you knew he wanted to talk and that you had come there to talk too. So you let him tell you everything. Every little detail from the first word about how things happened.
You wouldn't hide from him that you had heard this from Jaehyun and Bonnie too, and how you had seen the scene from the beginning. But it happened like a shock and just like Jongseong, you had never experienced that kind of thing in a relationship. Not that you had many, but all the bad feelings invaded you, and dealing with it was something you couldn't do. So those two weeks had been frustrating, but at the same time necessary for you to think.
After all, your relationship with Jongseong was different from everything you and he had ever experienced before. The things that happened had to be dealt with between the two of you, so asking for his help or leaning on him on those occasions was the right thing to do.
âThank youâ he said after a while, his eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips, searching for any sign that you wanted to talk more or that you regretted talking to him. But the lightness in his expression said otherwise.
âFor what, exactly?â you asked.
âFor coming here and talking to meâ Jongseong began speaking, his grip on your waist slowly softening and giving way to a caress with his fingertips as he lifted the fabric of your shirt to touch your skin. âFor taking such good care of meâ that innocent and sweet whisper went straight to your heart, but his hands against your skin were doing something else to you.
You had to act fast, not stay behind. The conversation between you had already happened and you needed to take care of him completely.
âBut I didnât take care of you enoughâ you whispered, feeling Jongseongâs affection stop quickly.
âWhat? What do you meanââ when your lips pressed against his, he knew what you were talking about.
Letting you kiss him now was the only thing he could handle. Your tongue slowly entered his mouth as Jongseong returned to caressing your waist, pulling your face closer, and pressing you against his chest. In that kiss, everything you two felt for each other during your relationship was transmitted, in addition to what you deprived each other of when you were apart.
Your hands slowly moved towards his chest, making their way slowly to tease him as you guided yourself to the drawstrings of the sweatpants he wore. Jongseong could only sigh and moan against your mouth, the feeling of your hand on his body sending electric shocks through every little fiber of his being.
In a slow but deliberate movement, Jongseong got between your legs and let you continue the path of your hand to his pants. Keeping up with your rhythm as his hands moved up the shirt you were wearing, revealing every part of your skin to him.
Jongseong ran his teeth over your lower lip, sucking on the fleshy flesh of your mouth when your hand finally found his cock still covered by his underwear. Moaning into your mouth had become a habit ever since you kissed him in bed. He made no effort to hide the sounds that were being caused by you. As soon as your hand grabbed the outline of his cock, Jongseong slowly ground his hips to force the length into your palm, so small and yet so strong against his throbbing cock.
âFuck, Y/nâ he moaned as he pulled away from your mouth, his chapped lips shiny with saliva sliding over your skin until they found their way to your neck. Placing small kisses on the area, going down to the particular spot between your neck and your earlobe, Jongseong left a small hickey. Smiling against your skin when you moaned in response, tightening your fingers around his cock.
âJongseong, pleaseâ you asked hoarsely, right after your moan and trying not to falter in your tone. Knowing how impossible it was he teased you even more.
At your request, Jongseong lifted your shirt to below your breasts, enough so that the full view of your belly and panties were exposed to him. With his free hand, he took your hand off his dick and lowered his sweatshirt until he kicked it off his feet, leaving only the underwear and shirt he was still wearing.
âWhat do you want?â he asked, aligning the outline of his dick still covered by his underwear perfectly with the lips of your pussy covered by your wet and shiny panties. The shape was visible due to your arousal.
âI wantââ you moaned loudly when the head of Jongseongâs dick hit your clit. It was sensitive and swollen, and you wanted nothing more than to be touched, but with that attitude, you knew your boyfriend had other plans.
âI askedâŚâ Jongseong pressed his cock deeper into your clothed pussy, his slit covered in precum mixing with your essence as it made your panties even wetter along with his boxers. âWhat do you want?â
For lack of response, he knew the effect it had when he teased you like that. But Jongseong didnât want things to end so quickly, so he lowered his boxers just enough to release his throbbing, aching cock. With the same hand, he traced the outline of your crotch where your panties were clinging, feeling the essence dripping from how wet you were.
He looked down for a moment, his fingers becoming almost transparent from how wet you were as he pulled your panties away. With his free hand, Jongseong ran his cock along the side of your panties, feeling the pressure of the fabric as he managed to place his length right above your clit.
âFuck, youâre not going toâ Youâre not going to tease me like thatâ you whimpered a little too late because Jongseong began to thrust his hips slowly, making your pussy soak his entire length. With each touch of his cockhead to your clit, you wanted to cry out from the stimulation.
Jongseong swallowed a loud moan, the noise of excitement growing more intense as he soaked his entire cock in your pussy, his hips slowly moving enough.
âWhy, hm?â he asked, his gaze lifting to yours as he picked up the pace. Your fucked out face could make Jongseong cum right there, without even having penetrated you yet. Your legs gripped tightly to his hips, following along as he moved back and forth, his cock stuck between your wet pussy and your panties that were starting to get stickier and stickier, almost transparent.
You pulled Jongseong by the neck, joining your lips to his as you felt him pick up the pace. The sound of his wet movements turned you on even more. His cock moved up and down your pussy as his pelvis reached its limit, only for you to soak his cock all over before his hips came back and did it all over again.
Your lungs screamed for air, but you didn't want to let his mouth go, so you kept it there just to feel Jongseong sharing the same air as you. Your brow furrowed as his pace became faster, more urgent. The shape of his mouth molding to yours, the side of his nose pressing against yours, and your foreheads still together as the two of you synchronized the movements of your hips.
Even though his cock wasn't inside you, Jongseong knew every sign your body had before he came. Every clench your pussy made around nothing and every slow spasm you indicated when you were close. Along with that, his shallow thrusts became erratic, and his nibbling on your lower lip became frantic.
âJongieâ you moaned, a request you didnât know what it was. If it was for him to let you cum, if it was for him to not stop. You didnât know, you could have a little bit of everything.
âYeah, baby?â Jongseong kept his lips close to yours, his gaze never leaving yours because he wanted to look at you when you came.
âDonât stopâ you begged.
âI wasnât intending toâ he smiled with his mouth anchored to yours, his movements a little faster.
Jongseongâs thumb went to the base of his cock, making the completely wet glans â he couldnât tell what was his pre-cum or his essence anymore â slide over your clit and down your pussy to your hole. He circled it once before penetrating you without any warning.
âHoly shitâ you screamed at the sudden intrusion.
âCum on my dick, babyâ he begged, this time with a single strong thrust so that the head of his cock kissed your cervix, where he could reach.
The way your pussy tightened around his cock after so much stimulation and with just one thrust, you came like you had never done before. The trembling of your pussy walls was enough for Jongseong to cum in thick, strong jets inside you. The amount surprised him because he still came as he continued thrusting into you, hearing your whimpers knowing he was already overstimulating you.
Slowly he stopped moving his hips, the last drop of his cum inside you was released, and only then was Jongseong able to rest his body on yours, hugging you without pulling out of you yet.
âThat wasâŚâ
âIntenseâ you finished his sentence, running your hands up your boyfriendâs strong arms until you held his face between your hands. The tender and calm look you gave him was nothing compared to what the two of you had shared seconds before.
âCan I ask you something?â he asked you, still panting as he struggled to pull out of your pussy. It was so warm and sheltering him so well, he didnât want to leave anytime soon.
âSure, whatever you wantâ you said.
He seemed to think about it for a moment, smiling slowly as he pulled out of you, careful not to overstimulate you. You both moaned together at the abandonment of your hips, but as soon as Jongseongâs body fell beside you, exhausted, you snuggled up to him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. His scent calmed you down a little more as your breathing became normal.
âDonât ever call me Jongseong againâ he said in a whisper, running the tip of his nose through your hair as his hands rested on your back.
You laughed softly but stopped when he slapped your ass and pulled you closer to him.
âIâm serious, itâs not nice andââ
âI knowâ your lips kissed him as you lifted your face, looking at him properly. âI wonât do it again. Only if you deserve it.â
âI promise, I wonât do anything to deserve it, loveâ Jongseong pouted, and you swore it was the most adorable thing in the world.
Because everyone knew Park Jongseong, and here, he was just your Jongie. Your boyfriend, and the man of your life.
Š ikeuverse, 2024. do not copy, translate or steal my stories.
#enhypen#enhypen smut#jay smut#jongseong smut#enhypen jay#enha smut#jay fluff#jongseong fluff#enhypen fluff#jay angst#jongseong angst#enhypen angst#jay x reader#enhypen x reader#enhypen hard hours#jay hard hours#jongseong hard hours#enha fics#enha fluff#enha angst#enhypen masterlist#enhypen imagines#bay writes.
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I keep thinking about the line "You're not welcome here, you're not welcome anywhere" because that means that Logan was driven away everywhere he went, that he was unwelcome at every turn. I just can't help but wonder what Logan was doing to care for himself for all those years after the incident. Like did he always have a place to sleep at night? Did he manage to get a meal in him every day or did he go days without eating? When he eventually did get kicked out of a bar after drinking himself to the point of blacking out, was it normal for him to just wake up in an alley or on a bench somewhere? Logan didn't even try to fight back with the bartender, did he ever just let people beat him up because it's what he thought he deserved? Did he ever get dumped on the edge of town somewhere after he got jumped by some anti-mutant assholes for daring to step into a motel to get a place to sleep?
Can you imagine what he felt when Wade asked him to stay with him at his apartment? Someone actually thinking about his needs, his wellbeing for once instead of turning him away? The feeling of being able to take a shower, to be able to get regular meals, to have a real bed to sleep in at night? Do you think Logan feels overwhelmed by Wade's kindness because he was just surviving for so long he forgot what it was like to have a home? For Wade it's so easy to provide for Logan, it's as natural as breathing. "Of course we can order takeout, what do you want to eat? You pick tonight, peanut, my treat." And then he's so shocked when Logan breaks down at such a simple thing but to Logan it's more kindness than anyone has ever shown him for decades? Do you think Al ever senses that Logan is not used to being taken care of, so she holds his hand and tells him that he's okay? That he's safe now, he doesn't have to worry about a thing, and she has to rub his back when he starts crying because he's not used to such kind words?
Can you imagine how Wade feels when he wakes up at night to find Logan crying while he's holding him so tightly, and he finds out it's not because he had a nightmare but because he finally feels loved and safe and taken care of? And how that fucks Wade up because *he* finally felt loved and accepted regardless of what he looked like or what he did with his life? And then they lay there crying into each other because they're both so grateful that they have each other?
#dont mind me just crying internally about poolverine while I'm at work#poolverine#logan howlett#deadclaws#peanutbub#deadpool and wolverine#wolverine#bluemoondelight
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THE THINGS HE TAKES FOR GRANTED
in which he takes a moment to justify himself after never noticing your little crush for him
starring. msby!miya atsumu x fem!reader
genre(s): angst to fluff, long scenario sets in post-timeskip!
warning(s): reader is nice and overworks herself. not proofhead i apologize
authorâs note: It's kind of not what i had imagined but hope you enjoy it.
choose your character:Â m. atsumu | k. akaashi
another clichĂŠ beginning for the person you are right now - the MSBY team manager - is that youâve loved the miya atsumu since high school. itâs not like being the teamâs manager isnât your dream, you loved this job and had been dying to do it because youâve loved volleyball, too. plus, you will have the opportunity to stay close and take care of the team, especially your crush who just merely thinks you are his best friend.
you first laid eyes on him when you were sitting alone on the subway, his dyed-blonde locks caught your attention as he first talked to you about the chase atlanticâs song you were listening to, he was cute, warm and friendly. at that moment, you were verified that he wasnât the guy who was fond of his fan girls that everybody had been rumoring about. He eventually found out that you guys went to the same high school, so as to start a new beginning of your bonding friendship.
It wasnât long until you finally realized that you might have adored the pretty setter a little too much than usual. his touches, his smile, the way he calls your name and his genuine characteristics when he was used to you being around seemed a little bit more easy to flutter your heart than every other day. Ever since then, you just hid your feelings and was grateful for what you got right then because you knew that if you confess, you couldnât get this best friend treatment that you silently fell for for any longer.
You impressed yourself for even keep it until now. you and him are mature and beautiful, but you still canât help but feel so âhigh schoolâ when you look at him. the least thing you could do for a friend (crush) is care for him through bottles of flavored electrolyte water, preparing his favorite after-practice snacks and even cool and soft towels to calm the heat down after a match. However, it seems like mr. miya doesnât notice all of the hard work you did for him, he was so used to be taken care of by you that he accidentally failed to realize the special treatment only for him but nobody else.
âHey, tired yet? you can call it a day for now if you want?â you smiled, hand over his bottle of water you prepared for him to the softly panting atsumu taking a break on the bench. He is quite preoccupied with his earlier techniques that he need to improve, he only spares you a glance then takes the bottle to drink without saying any words, you assume that he is in a bad mood.
âoh, andâ you search for the thing in your bag. âhere, your towelâ
he nods and takes it, it makes you feel awkward. thatâs⌠allâŚ? You try to not overthink yourself, after all, it was quite a tense match, and the fact that your team will have an important volleyball game the next month proves his concerns are valid.
you watch atsumu leave when hinata shoyo came up to you.
âoh? isnât that our manager?â you startle at his voice. âhehe, please donât mind tsumu at all, please, he just got pissed because he made a mistake during practiceâ the sunshine grins, having him around surely just brighten everything up, because he is just so sweet and comfortable to be with.
âno, no,⌠I really donât mind at all, actuallyâ you know atsumu better than anyone so you donât take his actions to heart sometimes, itâs justâŚ
âoi, oi! I know what youâre thinking, I saw you overthere doing things for tsumu. This guy, honestlyâŚâ Hinata sure saw you earlier with enthusiasm written on all over your face while preparing those towels and bottles, he felt bad for you and decided to cheer you up regardless atsumu has just cracked your poor heart a little.
âItâs okay, hinata. thank you for checking on me!â you smile wide, so my efforts wasnât invalidated at all, gratefully bow down to see the awkward hinata trying to stutter words out.
âno- no, donât do that, you are our manager, thatâs just nothing! besides, seeing you give tsumu so special treatment makes me real jealous!!â he huffs cutely. âI really want that flavored electrolyte water, too! what a shame he wouldnât notice.â
you laugh sheepishly as you guys return to your dorms to rest. things have been going hard for you like crazy, the work amount weighing on your shoulders make it almost unbearable, but you still stay strong and put a warm smile on your face so nobody would notices. you have been thinking of retiring just in case the situation just got worse to the level of destroying your mental health. but, by thinking of your small joy of seeing atsumu everyday, you hesitated.
your sleepless nights start when the important games take a step closer, you overworked yourself and often feel burnt out, your time with atsumu narrows as you find it hard to start a conversation even in lunch break. atsumu does feel weird. why isnât y/n sit with us? she is nowhere to be found these days.
âhey, tsum-tsumâ said bokuto. âwhat do you think of y/n?â he said, putting a tray of food on the table while making his way to sit.
ây/n? whatâs with her?â the fake blond raises a brow, munching on his food
âI think sheâs so cute and thoughtful, base on her affection for you, i betcha sheâs completely smittenâ the owl laughs as the other teammates giggle along. âyou should consider on dating her, what a waste if you donât, sheâs literally girlfriend material, same thoughts huh, hinata?â he winks and the tangerine head give him back a thumbs up.
âdating y/n, huh?â atsumu laughs as if he doesnât take bokutoâs statements seriously. âI donât date my friends, you know. besides, y/n is just a close friend of mine, she ainât my typeâ
âheartless tsumu⌠she worked so hard for you these daysâŚâ hinata fake crying when talking about you
âI know that she makes snacks and does things for me, but sometimes, thatâs just unnecessary, i donât need it to be all the damn time, it feels a little annoying, i just need to be alone to refresh my thoughtsâ he sighs. ânow you told me to consider on dating her, i wouldnât know how long i can take it.â
now there is dead silence following his statement, everybody just awkwardly continues finishing their lunch, and you do know eavesdropping is a thing that you shouldnât do. but you did. before you even notice, hot streams cover your face and you feel your breath hitches. the coach sends you to check on the team at such wrong timing, you canât face them, the voices earlier destroy your confidence, replace it with angst and hurt. so⌠what i did is just a bother to him, huh. you realize now, that you were such a dumbass trying to make him catch feeling by all of this. and with the tiniest amount of pride left, you back up a smile and step into the cafeteria, the atmosphere suddenly feels tense as everybody hasnât been moving on since their last conversation, atsumu feels an uneasy feeling when he sees you behind him, guilt? he thinks.
âhey⌠coach sent me to check up on you guys, please be well rested at your dorms after lunch, we have practice match at 2pm, alright?â your voice evidently trembles, you try cover it up with some fake coughs. oh, who are you kidding? itâs atsumu miya weâre talking about. he first notices how your eyes are a bit swollen, have you been crying? your tired figure due to sleepless nights, the way you havenât eaten properly shows right in front of his eyes. he suddenly felt a twinge in his heart, in which moment he never wanted to see you like this, ever again. but, whatâs all this for? he doesnât like you⌠right? because- youâre his best friend, and caring is whatâs best friends do, am I correct?
you left the cafeteria. atsumu feels like his whole head is going to explode, he regrets what he said earlier, knowing seventy per cent that you might have listened to it. he is weak because of guilt and distaste. the group feels uneasy and moody all of a sudden.
âi havenât told you this before but youâve seen her now, tsumu⌠she overworked herself with this huge amount of work with nobody beside her, yet she still maintaining to take care of you with these small gestures.â hinata sighs heavily. ây/n told me not to tell you about her state so you can concentrate on practising, but Iâm really worried because now she canât even hide it anymore. I tried to help, but she pushed me away and told me that i should do my own practices as our game is going to start soon.â
hinata pats atsumuâs back before leaving as if heâs signalling him to make it up to you. atsumu started to cry at this point. how could he be so clueless? he didnât even know that his best friend was undergoing such pressure, yet why does the term âbest friendâ sound so irritating? he felt like he had failed to protect you and worse, hurting your feelings and he regretted it, so badly.
The following day comes, atsumu's first task is to search for you. To his astonishment, you are once more nowhere to be found. he was so preoccupied, his spikes arenât as good, and he could not concentrate on practising, the coach sent him out, and gave him a moment to rethink by himself. and so, he reaches a staff, asking for information about you.
âY/n? oh⌠sheâs at the infirmary, we noticed her devastated state so we sent her to the doctor a while ago. now think about it I might write a report to the coach asking him to reduce the amount of work sheâs handling.â
âthank you, kind sir. may I be the one whoâll write the report? Iâm sure I could convince the coach.â
as the man nods, atsumu bowed goodbye to him and sprints to the infirmary where youâre at. he knows, that if anybody should write a report for you, it must be him. he must protect you because he has just realised it now, he likes you a lot more than he could imagine.
âY/N!â atsumu slams the door open, he faces you with your eyes widened, startled by the bright window.
âtsumuâŚ?â you softly speak.
atsumu in front of your eyes is the atsumu who tries to hold back his tears, biting his bottom lip as the poor heart lurching somewhere in his stomach but somehow still happy because he has found you.
âheyâŚâ he kneels down on one knee beside you. âiâm sorry, angelâ his hand softly squishes the smaller one, it holds back gently on hisâ
in all of the things you dislike, what you utterly donât want to deal with is your emotions when you see atsumu looking so vulnerable like this. you instinctually grab a tissue and wipe off the sweat drop on his forehead the moment you see it, atsumuâs worried expression wonât vanish unless you speak up something.
âheyâŚâ you smile. âdonât worry, Iâm okay now, tsumuâ you fondly touch his face with a hand, and he sinks in your touch, eyes glittering. atsumu intentionally plants a soft kiss on your warm palm and watches you go weak for him.
âi like you, y/nâ he sighs. âi donât want us to be just friends. i want to protect you, want to be the kind of guy who mentally support his girl to help her cope with any pressure.â
he looks up to see your widened eyes, without a response, he continues.
âiâm sorry i said the things i didnât mean when you were there, I was justâŚ" he gulps nervously and you sigh.
"tsumu... if it's too much for you to bear, maybe i should stop doing those things, okay?" you scoff bitterly, he becomes panic
âno, no, no,... i really like the way you care for me, please, i want your attention. please keep doing it. donât get tired of meâŚâ
you can feel the pulse bumping in your nerves, your heart flutters, and blood rushes into your cheeks just by hearing his confession. you kneel down beside him, fighting back the tears but then you canât, so you squish him in a hug. atsumu holds you back as you start sobbing on his white shirt, inhales fondly your intoxicating smell and pats rhythmically on your back
âthere, there, my angel. iâm here now. iâm sorry iâm late. let me make this up for you, yeah?â he chuckles.
atsumu loves his girlfriend. after hearing you ramble about your tight schedule, he immediately writes a report based on your experience to inform the coach about your condition so that everyone can share in your responsibilities instead of you having to handle everything alone. it wasnât that long for the msby mates to realize you guys are together, he wrote in that report that he is your boyfriend, anyway.
âyou nailed it, tsumu-kunâ hinata bumps him with a thumbs up, atsumu responds with a sheepish grin while bokuto laughs beside him and sakusa just doesnât really give a shit.Â
he spots you standing on the opposite road near the brand new cafe, waving back to him smiling, ânah, gotta run. gonna treat my girlfriend with extra pastry today.â
i guess he is the simp now.
Š 2024 dreamesamu. all rights reserved.
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If you believe the shit my abuser says about me and use that as your reason to not listen to trans men who are vocal about our issues then you dont care about trans rights. you make all of your moves based off of drama and a desire to keep the clique pristine.
#mood#if one person makes you lose alll sympathy for the marginalized identity they have then you never cared in the first place.#i honestly just think yall refuse to hand me any stmpathy for anything i go through bc then it means you have to consider actually#that maybe perhaps i am in fact telling the truth about my experiences. which ik is so incredibly hard for yall apathetic wastes to do#yall will hold so strongly to your black and white thinking and desire to not critically think to the point of dividing the community#and that tells me everything i need to know about how you function and how many fucks you actually give about liberating trans ppl#(which is none)#no no wait- you only give a fuck about liberating yourself specifically and only give af about doing it for your friends bc they let you do#whatever you want regardless of the consequences besides all the very very mean other trans people who ask you to actually#use your fucking brain and critically think sometimes.#like. the only reason you refuse to listen to my side is because you dont have faith in your own ability to hold on to what you believe in#once provided with different information. which is good in this case bc the info i provide is true to my experiences.#but if you're so weak and so bad at critical thought that you cant view ANY opinion that opposes your own without waning on that belief#that means you actually have to do more critical thinking and actually try to think for once instead of essentially lobotomizing yourself#in any of your thoughts bc dur nothing matters 𤪠even peoples rights đ¤Şđ¤Şđ¤Ş#god. what a boring personality.#nihilism with a twist of selfishness#and a desire to only ever indulge and never actually idk. do shit. bc idk. you're so hopeless so its just easier to drink away the pain ig.#literally mindless self indulgence! and you dont care about anything! how fun and unique of you and totally subversive#bc if theres anything we need rn its the younger generations to become apathetic and stop trying to soak in the things that make them feel#good than to ever actually do anything else bc it hurts bc you've been traumatized so much that now youll do anything to avoid the pain#like i get it but its not an excuse.#not saying you cant indulge ever but thats all yall ever do and its tired. gonna eat half of the world for your own pleasure. SAD!#imagine being that sad and miserable.#and stop trying and to soak*#reminds me of my dad. which makes me feel so ick inside since thats literally what my abuser is like#ig its true what they say that ppl tend to get in relationships subconsciously w ppl who abuse them in similar ways to their parents#oh and my dad was such a careless self indulgent fuck that didnt care about sexually abusing people either. curious!#its almost like theres a certain level of mindless self indulgence that becomes purely self serving and not giving an inch of a fuck about#other people in any capacity because You Need To Feel Good To Numb The Pain and thats all that matters.
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Peonies ; part four
Pairing: Theo Nott x Fem!Reader
Summary: Mattheo is in an awful mood after the party while Theo takes reader to the peony field.
Word Count: 4772
Warnings: Unrequited love & Mattheo and Theo get into it. Reader overthinks for a little bit. Mentions of drugging? One mention of Y/n. Let me know if thereâs more!
A/N đ I can't tell you how nervous I am to post this, I feel like it's not my best work. But regardless, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. As usual thank you to @moonpascal for reading, helping me with ideas, and just providing support and comfort. I love you endlessly!
SERIES MASTERLIST <3
âDid something happen last night between you and Mattheo?â Pansy asks, throwing the door open with an expectant look. Despite your low mood, you canât help but crack a tiny smile at the sight of herâhair a tousled mess, mascara smudged beneath her eyes. Sheâs the perfect picture of someone who had way too much fun last night.
âIs there any particular reason youâre asking?â You reply cautiously, eyes following her as she saunters over and slips into bed beside you. She gives the blanket a hard tug, leaving you to huff in irritation when she claims more than her fair share.
âBecause I heard him and Veronica fighting. I didnât catch much, but I did hear your name.â Pansy looks you over, taking in your rumpled clothes and tired eyes. Youâre not in much better shape than she is, and she can't tell if itâs the lingering effects of last nightâs drinks or the aftermath of whatever happened with Mattheo.
âMerlin,â you sigh, rolling your eyes and sinking deeper into the warmth of your bed. You havenât moved since Theo left about twenty minutes ago, and youâre not sure if youâll find the energy to do so anytime soon. Honestly, the idea of staying curled up here is more tempting than you'd like to admit. âWe got into it again last night.â
âAgain?â Pansy raises an eyebrow, shifting to face you.
âApparently, he does care.â Your voice is dripping with sarcasm and frustration.
âHe told you that?â Pansy shifts so quickly itâs as if youâve shocked her. Both of you know very well that Mattheo isnât the type to open up about what heâs feeling. Years of watching him around his parents taught you whyâwith how many times you had seen them scold him for even a flicker of emotion, it was no wonder he kept everything locked up.
You sigh, staring up at the ceiling, âHe said he wanted me to admit I have feelings for him too.â Pansy's eyes widen, her mouth falling open as she stares at you in disbelief.
âFeeling for him too?â She echoes, and you finally turn to meet her eyes with a weak nod. Your best friend sits there for a moment, studying your face carefully before choosing her next words. She knows she has a nasty habit of saying the first thing on her mind without considering that it might not be what you need to hear.
Pansy sits up, grabbing the pillow she was using and hugging it to her chest as she stares at you impatiently. Sheâs waiting to hear if youâve finally told the boy youâve been head over heels for, for years, that you like him too. âWell? Did you?â
âI couldnât do it.â
âPlease, tell me itâs for the reason Iâm thinking.â She all but begs, her eyes wide with hope.
You let out a weary sigh. âI donât know when I stopped having feelings for him, Pans. I didnât even realize Iâd lost them until he asked me to tell him I felt the same, and there was just...â
âJust..?â Pansy prompts gently.
A pause hangs between you as you search for the right words.
You hardly slept last night; your mind raced with thoughts of the past few months, trying to pinpoint when and how your feelings faded so quietly. You had liked Mattheo for so long, even convinced yourself that maybe you even loved him. But how could you truly love someone who was so closed off? Sure, he turned to you when he was struggling, but that didnât mean he ever shared what he was feeling. He liked your presence and relied on you to be there whenever he needed support, but he never trusted you enough to truly let you in.
Not in the way you wanted, at least.
If he wasnât comfortable with his own emotions, there was no way he would be able to handle yours. Maybe that was the heart of itâthe realization that he would never fully open up to you, and that had kept you from falling in love with him. And maybe that was the best thing that could have happened, no matter how painful or uncomfortable it was to come to terms with at the beginning.
Then there was Theo. Who had promised to help you get over Mattheo, and from that moment on, he was there for you without hesitation. He held your hand whenever you needed it, and honestly, you had begun to lean on him a bit too muchâbeing close to him had become your favorite feeling. He never made it feel like supporting you was a chore; instead, he made it seem like something he had always longed to do.
In truth, everything had changed for you. Spending time with Theo was no longer just a way to distract yourself from Mattheo; it became where you wanted to be. Being around him made you feel safe and accepted in a way you hadnât realized you craved.
And that was absolutely terrifying.
You sit up abruptly, fully facing Pansy, âWhen you said that you thought Theo would give me everything if I let him, did you mean that?â
âBabes,â she begins, sending you a soft smile. âIâve always thought you would be good for Mattheo. You bring something out in him; heâs happiest when heâs around you. Veronica seemed to make him happy at firstââ she adds with a snortââbut nowhere near the level you do.â
âBut with TheoâŚâ Pansy trails off. âIâve never seen you so happyâand not the kind of happy you were with Mattheo. Itâs not the relief of him not having a one-night stand or flirting with you a bit bolder at a party. Itâs genuine happiness; youâre truly yourself. Theo brings out a different side of you, and you do that for him, too.â
Glancing over at the vase of red peonies, battling the tightness in your throat and the sting in your eyes. You decide youâd rather not spend the day in bed.
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Since last night, Theo has been struggling to push away the thought that maybe the idea of you having feelings for him isnât so far-fetched. Especially after youâd implied that the two of you were together to the girl whoâd tried to flirt with him. The way youâd intertwined your fingers with his, staking a silent claim that he was off-limits, had left him reeling. There was no way youâd be so possessive if you didnât feel the same. At least, thatâs what heâd been telling himself all morning.
And then there was the way you hadnât been able to answer Mattheo about your feelings. Theoâs whole heart had been in his throat as he waited for you to tell Mattheo that you did have feelings for him, that youâd had them for years. But you hadnât answered.
In a way, though, you had, hadnât you? Youâd pushed past Mattheo without a word and gone straight to him.
âAre you coming with us to Hogsmeade or not?â Enzo nudges Theo, pulling him out of his thoughts. The boys had all planned to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend, a plan set firmly in stone since last weekend. But when Theo saw you this morning, he couldnât hold back. On impulse, he asked if you wanted to spend some time together, suggestingâalmost shylyâthat he could finally show you where heâd been getting the peonies.
âNo, Iâve got plans.â Theo shrugs, and Draco sends him an irritated look from the opposite couch.
âWe made plans.â Draco huffs, clearly agitated with the change. He always hated it when the boys ditched at the last second.
âSomething came up.â Theo sighs, hoping that heâll let it go quickly. Heâs well aware that Mattheo should be coming down the stairs at any second. Enzo had told them that he was taking forever to get ready, probably hungover from last night.Â
âYou mean your girl.â Blaise corrects, and Draco looks disgusted. His head swings back to look at Theo.
âYouâre ditching us for her? Mate, thatâs pathetic.â Draco scoffs. âShe isnât even your girlfriend.â
âSheâs pretty damn close.â Blaise points out, and Theo tries his best to ignore the feeling that jolts through him when he thinks of you as his girlfriend.
He doesnât have a chance to say anythingânot that he would haveâbefore Mattheo walks over to join the group. He claps a hand on Dracoâs shoulder, only for Draco to shrug him off irritably. âCâmon,â Mattheo says, his tone leaving no room for argument.
As the others rise, stretching and adjusting their robes, Theo remains seated, gaze fixed on the fireplace in front of him. Mattheo pauses, giving him a puzzled look, one brow lifting in question. âYouâre not coming?â
âNo.â Theo answers curtly, clearly uninterested in extending the conversation. The truth is, he hasn't spoken to Mattheo in quite a while, and when they do, itâs nothing but tensionâa quiet frustration simmering beneath each exchange.
Mattheoâs curiosity sharpens. âWhy not?â
âHeâs got plans with his girl,â Draco interjects with a roll of his eyes, impatience seeping into his voice. âNow, can we go? Weâve waited long enough for you as it is.â
âWait. Hold on,â Mattheo turns to face him fully, and Draco huffs when he realizes theyâre not going to be leaving any time soon. âYour girl?â
âYou know what he means.â Blaise interjects calmly, his eyes shifting to Mattheo as he watches tension coil through his stance.
Mattheo gives a casual shrug, though his jaw tightens. âNo, Blaise, I really donât.â
Theo huffs, rolling his eyes as he stands, making to push past. âWhy the hell do you even care?â
Mattheoâs hand snaps out, stopping him mid-step. âYou know why I care.â
Theoâs gaze darkens, voice low. âOh, you mean because of your feelings for her?â He shakes his head in disbelief. âDoes your girlfriend know that you told Y/n youâve always liked her?â
Theoâs eyes flicker over Mattheoâs shoulder, catching the shared looks between Blaise, Enzo, and Draco. Thereâs no shock in their expressionsâonly a knowing look as if theyâd been bracing for this moment all along. Itâs unsettling, the way they seem almost resigned, like theyâve seen the tension building between him and Mattheo from a mile away.
Mattheo scoffs, an edge of irritation slipping into his voice. âDid she go and tell you everything I said?â
Theo raises a brow, âNo, I overheard you. But even if she did, what does it matter to you?â
Matteo narrows his eyes, âBecause I care about her.â
âBullshit. If you cared about her, you wouldnât have put her in that position last night.â
âI care about her more than you think.â Mattheo bites out, and the boys watch carefully as Mattheo takes another step forward.
âRight,â Theo scoffs, âYou care so much you went and found yourself another girl.â
Theo sees it before Mattheo even speaksâthe subtle shift in his expression, the tightening of his jaw, the flicker of defensiveness flashing in his eyes. âI wasnât ready toââ
âSo you werenât ready for her? But you were for Veronica? I donât get it. You canât just expect her to always be there when you finally figure out what you want.â
Mattheo laughs in disbelief, âI wasnât waiting, Iââ
âThen what the hell were you doing?â Theoâs voice sharpens. âYou had years to tell her how you felt, and you didnât say anything. Then you get a girlfriend, she starts spending time with me, and all of a sudden, you care? Leave her alone and quit messing with her.â
âIâm not fucking messing with herââ
âYou are. Youâve been doing it for years.â Theoâs eyes flash with frustration, and suddenly he feels the urge to make it clear that he wants youâthat he always has, and Mattheo isnât the only one. âShe deserves better than someone who canât make up their mind. She deserves to be someoneâs first choice.â
Mattheoâs expression hardens and his tone drops. âAnd thatâs you?â
Theo doesnât have the chance to answer, because Veronicaâs shriek causes both their heads to snap in her direction, âMatty!â
Theo watches as Mattheo steps back, anger giving way to frustration, a quiet curse slipping from his lips at the sight of his girlfriend. Veronica strides forward, pushing right past Blaise and Enzo without a second glance. Blaise shoots her an agitated look, irritation flashing in his eyes as she barrels through.
âI thought you said you guys were going to Hogsmeade.â Veronica smiles, reaching out to take Mattheoâs hand, but he subtly pulls away, dodging her touch with a flicker of impatience in his eyes.
âWe are.â He grumbles under his breath, but Veronica keeps smiling sweetly, unfazed, as if her boyfriend hadnât just blatantly brushed off her attempt to hold his hand. Mattheo turns to leave, muttering something to the boys, likely a brief comment about their plans.
Theo watches as an agitated Mattheo strides out of the common room, with the boys trailing behind him. But the boys glance back at Theo, their expressions a mix of caution and confusion. Theo turns to leave as well, but Veronicaâs voice stops him, soft and pointed, just loud enough for him to hear.
âYou should tell your girlfriend that last night was a mistake,â she murmurs, a sympathetic smile tugging at her lips. âMattheo thought she was me; you know how he gets after a few too many drinks.â
Theo thinks about correcting her, letting her know that he doesnât really know what she means at all. From what he saw last night, Mattheo was tipsyânot that drunkâand Theo has had enough years of experience to tell the difference. But instead, he shrugs it off, deciding heâd rather find you than spend any more time in the common room.
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âHogsmeade is that way.â You say, a bit confused, gesturing in the opposite direction as you walk beside Theo.
âI know.â He replies simply, his gaze flickering back to the trail that youâve never gone down before. Honestly, you had no idea it even existed. Itâs evident that this path isnât used often, as moss and grass have claimed most of the walkway. Vibrant wildflowers dot the sides, their colors brightening the greenery around them.Â
Heâs been quiet for most of the walk, which feels strange; youâre not used to this side of him. The more time youâve spent with Theo, the more heâs opened upâsharing memories of his late mum, the weight of his fatherâs expectations, and his hopes for the future. These walks, where you slowly unravel each otherâs stories, have become your thing, something that only the two of you share.
You frown slightly, glancing at him as you try to piece it together. âBut I thought you said you got the flowers from a shop.â
âI never said that.â Theoâs lips curve into that soft, gentle smile that never fails to send your stomach into a flutter. âI said Iâd take you with me the next time I went to get some. I never said it was in Hogsmeade.â
It takes you a second, too enamored with the view in front of you for it all to click. The walk isnât long, but as you continue down the path, you spot a patch of red ahead. It stands out against the greenery, a cluster of flowers blooming a pretty, vibrant hue. You canât quite tell what kind they are, but when you glance at Theo, you notice the way his eyes flicker nervously, and it suddenly feels like youâre walking toward something important.
But then it hits you all at once: âTheyâre peonies.â
On instinct, you grab Theoâs hand, giving it a playful tug to urge him along toward the blooms. He lets out a soft laugh at your enthusiasm, and a warmth fills you as his earlier mood seems to lift, the tension in his shoulders fading.
When you reach the edge of the flower field, you pause, still holding Theoâs hand as your gaze lingers over the vibrant blooms stretching out before you. Theo glances at you, heart beating a little faster as he wonders what youâre thinking, but he brushes aside his nerves and releases your hand, shrugging off his jacket to lay it carefully on the ground. You murmur to him, urging him not to squish any of the flowers, and Theo smiles, his expression softening as he gently reassures you that he wonât.
There isnât much room on his jacket, so you find yourself pressed against Theoâs sideâthough you donât mind in the slightest. Heâs leaned back on his hands, while you sit cross-legged beside him.
The quiet is soothing, broken only by the soft chatter of birds and the occasional hum of an insect drifting from flower to flower. The warmth of the sun on your skin feels heavenly, its heat a welcome contrast to the long, cold months that have passed.
âIs this why you left? The first night you stayed with me?â You ask, glancing to the right to watch his reaction.Â
From where youâre seated, you can see how the sunlight catches every small detail of his face, highlighting any imperfections. Thereâs the faint mole on his cheekbone, his dark lashes that youâre secretly jealous of, and the thin scar along his chin from when he fell off his broom as a kid. Another mark splits through his browâa scar whose origin he could never quite remember, but has always just been there. It tugs at you, knowing you can recall the origins of his faded scars. It might seem trivial, but it means heâs let you in, sharing parts of himself that not everyone gets to see.
Theo nods, âI had to go early in the morning to give them to Pansy. With practice later, it was the only chance I could.â
A smile creeps onto your face as you imagine Theo, slightly awkward but determined, handing over the bundle of flowers and the little card to Pansy, who no doubt teased him relentlessly. Youâd had wondered how she noticed that Theo was different with you, especially when most of your time together was just the two of you. But now, hearing this, you understand perfectly how she recognized a side of him that only seems to surface around you.
âI didnât want to leave, yâknow.â Theo continues, finally glancing over at you, and the effect is instantâthose watercolor eyes meet yours, sending a flutter through your stomach as you instinctively lean closer, feeling yourself melt into his side.
âThe flowers made up for it,â you tease, a soft smile tugging at your lips. âAside from you, they were the only thing that made me feel better.â
âYeah?â Theo glances down at you, tucked into his side, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips. Hearing you say the flowers meant something to you eases any nerves he hadâbecause they were never just a way to cheer you up. They were his quiet, unspoken way of telling you that he was there, that he cared. And that, despite your feelings for Mattheo, he was an option too.
âYeah.â You confirm.
For the rest of the afternoon, you and Theo sat together, talking about whatever came to mind as you picked flowers. You gathered a few, but mostly you watched as Theo picked the ones he liked the most, adding to the small bundle that sat between you both. Watching him carefully select the prettiest flowers, knowing he was going to give them to you, made something shift inside you. If you hadnât fully realized your feelings before, you were certain of them now.
You lost track of time with Theo, but eventually, he had to leave for practice. He handed you the freshly picked flowers and walked you back to the castle, stalling as if reluctant to say goodbye. In the end, you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek and murmured a quiet âthank you.â You didnât want to say goodbye either, but you couldnât bring yourself to be the reason Theo might get into trouble.
It wasnât until you got back to your dorm, leaning against the door with a giddy squeal, the flowers pressed to your chest, their scent lingering in the air, that the realization hit you. You shouldâve kissed him. The thought made your stomach dip with excitement, and for a fleeting moment, you entertained the idea of running after him, catching him just before practice, and kissing him. Absentmindedly, your hand rises to trace your lips, lost in your racing thoughts.Â
Youâre so caught up in the moment that you donât notice Pansy at her desk, watching you with an amused look.
âYou look like you had a good time.â Pansy smirks as you startle and send her a look before pushing away from the door.
âPansy, Iâm fucked.â You whine and she lets out a loud laugh.
âYou were from the second he stayed the night with you.â You pause for a moment, letting the realization settle in, and as it does, you know sheâs right. You couldnât remember the last time you felt so safe with someoneânot in the way you did that night. Sure, you felt safe with Mattheo, but it wasnât the same. It didnât compare to the way you felt when you were with Theo.
âDid you know heâs been picking me flowers?â You ask instead, setting the new bundle onto your desk before turning to face Pansy.Â
âOh, I knew.â Pansy hums, a knowing smile tugging at her lips.Â
âHow did I not notice?â You wonder aloud.Â
âYou were a little distracted.â Pansy shrugs, and you nod in agreement.
After Pansy tells you sheâs meeting Blaise after practice, you briefly wonder if you should go with her. You sit on your bed, lost in thought, weighing the decision, but before you can make up your mind, Pansy is already gone.
As much as you want to see Theo, you hesitate, not wanting to assume that today meant as much to him as it did for you. Itâs clear from the fact heâs been picking you flowers that he has feelings for you, but you donât want to get ahead of yourself or risk ruining something before it has a chance to begin. So, you stay in your dorm, trying to focus on an assignment youâve been putting off for far too long, though your mind keeps drifting back to him.
So when you hear the knock, your heart skips a beat, and before you can think, you're off your bed and rushing to the door. You know exactly who is on the other side and your stomach flutters in anticipation. You pause just before opening it, taking a deep breath to calm the flutter of nerves in your stomach, willing yourself to appear composed.Â
You pull the door open, forcing a casual smile as you try to sound unaffected. âHi,â you say, though your voice betrays the excitement simmering just beneath the surface.
Theo stands in front of you, one hand holding onto the doorframe. His hair is a tousled mess, and his cheeks are flushedâwhether from practice or the rush of seemingly running here, you canât quite tell.
And when he looks up at you, heâs out of breath and looks downright impatient, âIâm sorry.â
âYouâre sorry?â You pause, thrown off and completely caught off guard. That was not what you expected him to say, and your mind spirals into the worst possible conclusions. Was he regretting what happened earlier? Apologizing for showing you the flowers, or for picking some for you? Giving you flowers at all? Maybe his feelings for you werenât strong enough, or perhaps he only thought he had them? The thought that it could be too soon after your feelings for Mattheo crossed your mind, even though youâd started moving on from him months ago, gnaws at you.
âIâm sorry,â he repeats, releasing the doorframe and stepping forward, one step, then another. He pauses, giving you a moment to pull away if you need to, but you stay rooted to the spot, unable to move. Theo stands so close now that you have to tilt your head back slightly to meet his gaze. He reaches up, and your breath catches when his thumb gently brushes against your cheek, his hand settling just below your ear. His voice is quiet, but the weight of his words makes your heart stutter. âI shouldâve kissed you, dolcezza.â
He doesnât give you a chance to respond, his thumb tracing slow, deliberate circles on your skin as he steps even closer, his breath warm against your cheek. His words tumble out in a rush, desperate and raw. âAll through practice, all I could think about was you. The moment I walked away, I just wanted to turn around and kiss you.â His voice drops to a whisper, low and thick with a longing that sends shivers down your spine.
You murmur his name softly, but heâs barely listening, his gaze intense as he leans in slightly, his lips just inches from yours. âFuck, you've been on my mind for monthsâyears, if I'm being honest. I feel like Iâm losing my mind, wondering if you feel even a fraction of what I do.â His hand still lingers at your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin, the warmth of his touch sending a tremor through you as if heâs waiting for somethingâwaiting for you to say what heâs too afraid to ask.
Itâs you who closes the distance, your lips meeting his in a sudden, fervent kiss that catches him off guard, pulling a surprised moan from deep in his throat. His body reacts instantly, his free hand snaking around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing you against him. The sound he makes causes a rush of warmth to flood your veins. Heâs hardly touched, and youâre already too warm, and your knees threaten to buckle beneath you. You let him guide you backward, the pressure of his hand firm against your back until your steps falter just inside your dorm. Every inch of him feels like fire against your skin, and your previous worries fade into nothing.
Once youâre inside, he kicks the door closed with a thud but the sound barely registers. Without any hesitation, he presses you back against the door, his body close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. But you want him closer. So much closer. One hand rests flat against the door beside your head, while the other cups your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. Then, itâs him who leans in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss that deepens with an aching intensity. Thereâs no rush nowâjust an overwhelming wave of longing, a perfect culmination of the emotions youâve both held back. Your head spins, your heart races, and youâre certain that if you could take your temperature in this moment, it would be burning hot.
But then, slowly, he pulls back just enough to break the kiss, his breath heavy and uneven. His forehead rests against yours for a moment, both of you struggling to catch your breath. You feel the urge to close the distance between you again, to press your lips to his, because thereâs something about the way Theo kisses that leaves you breathless, already craving more. But then again, maybe itâs just himâthe way his touch makes a thrill course through you.
âI wanted you to kiss me before you leftââ
The door jolts against your back, halting you mid-sentence as Pansyâs voice cuts through the moment. âWhat the hell? Open the door.â You hold your breath, hoping that if you stay silent, she might forget the whole thing and simply go away.
But thatâs wishful thinking: âBabes. Please open the door."
âI thought you were hanging out with Blaise.â You call back, stealing a glance at Theo, whose expression mirrors your own surprise. Before leaving practice, heâd told Blaise to keep Pansy distractedâhe wanted time with you because he had planned on telling you exactly how he felt about you.
âItâs about Mattheo.â Your brows raise is surprise at the intensity in Pansyâs voice and you fling open the door without another thought.
âWhatâs wrong?â Theo stands behind you, watching the way your face turns nervous.
âVeronicaâs been giving him a love potion,â she says softly, her eyes studying your face as it twists in disbelief. âHeâs in the infirmary... and heâs asking for you.â
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Casually calling them "daddy" LADS
Word count; 1,913
Themes; slightly barely there suggestive content, fluff, established relationship
Warnings; mention of "daddy" ofc, fluff
Notes; So these turned out more fluffy than I originally intended...honestly, thought they'd be more smutty, but I've learnt that it's really difficult for me to write smut. Or at least, smut with little to no context before it all goes down. I might eventually write some smuttier drabbles, but regardless of smut, I hope you enjoy this little thing I wrote!
You saw that there was an old trend about calling your boyfriend âdaddyâ and videoing their reaction so, obviously, you wanted to give it a tryâŚ
XavierÂ
It's been almost a year since you and Xavier started datingâ and it was a wonderful eleven months! He told you everything about himself. What his future with you was like, all of his feelings throughout the centuries, and you listened. You wholeheartedly believed him, because it would be one hell of a lie if it wasn't trueâŚand you didn't think Xavier had the time or energy to come up with a complex lie like that.Â
But even if you now know, time moves on. There's not much you can do about your future self, so you can't really change the future in that way thoughâŚXavier's here now, in the past, and that's all that matters to you.Â
Anyway, today was just a normal day as any.Â
You were sitting at the counter, keeping a close eye on Xavierâ who was attempting to follow, yet another, cooking tutorial. The man was desperate to cook a decent meal for you. His heart dead set on making you something edible for your upcoming year anniversaryâŚand while that was cute, you also wanted to mess with him.Â
You push your cup just out of your reach and make a big show of trying to reach for it, before sighing loudly.Â
âDaddy, can you pass me my drink please?âÂ
You can hear the clang of a spatula hitting the floor and you watch Xavierâs body comically whip around to face you.Â
âWhat?â His head cocks to the side as his wide eyes were set on your face. âSay that again..â
âHmm? I said âXav, can you pass me my drink, pleaseâ.â You copy his head tilt and he quickly shakes his head.
 âNo, no you didn't.â He takes a few steps toward you before grabbing your hand in-between both of his. âSay it again.âÂ
You couldn't resist his sweet puppy dog eyes, so you hold back a smile as you meet his eyes. âI...called you daddy.âÂ
âReally?â He seems unusually excited. âSo are weâŚ?â His gaze lowers to your stomach and you canât help the giggle that slips from your lips.Â
Gosh, he was so cute.Â
âBabyâ no, no. We're not pregnant.â You run your fingers through his hair with a smile on your lips. âAre...you disappointed?âÂ
âMmh..â Xavier hums thoughtfully for a moment before he shakes his head. âNo. We can just make it a reality later. No need to rush.âÂ
ZayneÂ
You and Zayne have only been dating for six months, but it felt like much longer. Having known each other since you were little, you both had always been closeâ well, your definition of close and his were probably different. You always thought of him as a friend while he tried to keep a distance and thought you hated him. But time brought you both back together with him as your primary care physician.Â
The two of you had been flirting up until his birthday and finally made it official once he blew his candles out on the cake you made for him. It was a sweet time, but that was six months ago.Â
Now, though, you really want to fluster the man.Â
He always embarrasses you and makes you feel nervous, but you never get to see him that way. Sure, his ears will turn red and sometimes he won't meet your eyes when you get too intense with him, but you've never seen him absolutely shocked. And you just wanted to see one look of surprise from him.Â
So, what did you decide to do?Â
You decided to casually call him "daddyâ as a joke.
That should definitely go over well.Â
Zayne is seated behind his desk at the hospital, sorting through papers as you longue on his sofa. Your eyes continuously glancing toward the windows to make sure the door was shut and the blinds were closed.Â
âIf you keep staring at the door, you just might burn a hole through it.â Zayne says, though he didn't even look up from his paperwork. He was attentive like that and probably already knew you wanted something or you were ready to go home. And he was right.Â
âWhen are we going homeâŚdaddy?â You ask as you kick your feet in the air behind you. You were on your stomach, resting your cheek against your arms as you watched his expressionâŚwhich didn't change at all.Â
"Just give me a few more minutes, angel, and I'll be done.â Zayne pushes his glasses up with his index finger and clicks his pen, jotting down a few notes.Â
âIââ You puff your cheeks out with a small sigh and decide to keep going with it. âI want to go home now, daddy.â
âDidn't I just tell you to be patient?â Now Zayne finally looks up at you with one of his brows raised. âI'll deal with you when we get home.âÂ
RafayelÂ
It's been four months since Rafayel asked you out. Four months since you tugged Rafayel down into the bath with you, which set off a chain reaction of a steamy night, followed by him asking you out the next morning; he also complained that you both went out of order, but he wasnât too upset when you continued where you left offâŚ
Now, though, you moved out of your apartment and to Rafayel's home, âMo Art Studioâ at Whitesand Bay.Â
It was definitely odd at first, but it was a good change of pace. Always being by the ocean, able to take your morning walks together on the beach and collect seashells. You had a whole collection on your desk at work. He'd always give you the most unique and prettiest shells, saying âonly the best for his cutieâ.Â
He was also so easy to fluster.Â
You immediately knew you had him wrapped around your finger every time his ears would turn red. That same crimson slowly made its way from his ears to his cheeks, all the way to his whole face. So you assumed your little âprankâ would also have the same effect.Â
You were sitting on a beach towel in the sand with an umbrella blocking your eyes from the bright sun. In front of you was Rafayel, painting your visage, with an easel. His hand deftly moves across the canvas as he sketches the outline for his new painting.Â
Lately, you are the only thing he can paint. Always asking you to stop what you're doing so he can run and get his sketch pad. You could be doing something so normal and mundane, but he'd be struck with the inspiration to record your very image.Â
As much as you loved it and thought this was very sweet, after almost two weeks of thisâŚYou wanted some form of payback.Â
âHey, daddy, can we take a break for a second? Itâs really hot out here.â You squint your eyes to try and see Rafayel's face, your hand fanning at your body because you, seriously, are hot out here.Â
âHuh?âÂ
It's like Rafayel is frozen in time, or buffering. He's just blankly staring at you with a confused expression on his face until his pencil drops into the sand. That's when he quickly stands up and makes his way toward you.Â
âAgain.âÂ
Now, it's your turn to be confused.Â
âRaf, whatââÂ
âNot that, say the other word again.â His ears were red as he crouched down in front of you, a look of determination in his eyes.Â
âNoâ you're making it weird!â You put your hands on his shoulders, trying to put some distance between him as your face turns red.Â
âPlease, I really need to hear you say it again! I'm seriously going to die if you don't.â There's your overdramatic fishy.Â
âFine, but just this once.â You grumble, turning your head to look away from him. âDaddyâŚâ Though you say it as low as you can and Rafayel groans, tilting his head back.Â
âLouder.â He rests his forehead against yours. âCome on, cutie. If you don'tâŚI might want to change that to my new nickname.â
Sylus
It's been aboutâŚa year? Yes, definitely a year since you and Sylus started dating. Well, you both have differing opinions on when exactly you started dating. Sylus claims it was the moment he laid eyes on you in the N109 Zone, while you claim it was only about six months agoâ which is when you and Sylus made a bet.Â
It was a bet where if he came back safely from his mission, he'd leave you alone. He wouldn't bother you anymore, wouldn't talk to you, contact you, anything of the sortâŚand you won, but you didn't realize he'd actually do it. So whenever you seeked him out to make sure he was safe, and he ignored you, you realized that maybe you did want him in your life.Â
This led to you running across the street to him and jumping into his arms like this was a hallmark movie, and you claim this was when you officially started dating Sylus.
But between us, you just agree with Sylus when he says a year, because if you don't, he'll pout for the whole day.Â
...And today was one of those âpouty Sylusâ days.Â
You went on a mission that was probably way too dangerous, even though you told Sylus you were going to slow down on your Hunter's work. But you couldn't just ignore endangered civilians. If any of them would have died, that would've been too much for your sympathetic heart to handle.Â
And even if Sylus understands your reasoning, he's still upset that you left without telling himâ having woken up to a cold bed without you by his side sent him spiraling into a panic.Â
So, when you got home, you noticed he was sulking in the kitchen as he made dinner.Â
âSyâŚâ You take your shoes off by the door, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you tentatively walk into the kitchen. Standing behind the counter, you sigh, âI'm reeaally sorry...âÂ
âIf you're reeaaally sorry, then help me make our dinner.â He says, not looking up at you and that doesn't make you feel any better.Â
âOkay..â You finally step past the counter and you look around. âSoâŚwhat do you need?â You were trying to figure out somethingâ anything that could make Sylus feel better when a thought comes to your mind.Â
Most guys probably like it when their girlfriend calls them daddyâŚright?Â
âIn the cabinet, top shelf. I need a bottle of garlic powder.âÂ
Okay, you got this.Â
You take a deep breath and open the cabinet, straining your arm to try and reach the seasoning bottle, but your fingertips barely brush it and knock it over. âShitâŚâ You swallow back your nervousness before continuing, âDaddy, can you grab it for me?âÂ
The room fills with silence for a moment, but then you hear Sylus chuckle.Â
âSure, kitten.âÂ
Your back suddenly feels warm as a firm chest presses against it and Sylus reaches up from behind you to grab the bottle.Â
âI ask you to do one simple thing and you can't even do that.â Sylus chides, clicking his tongue as he pops the bottle open to pour some into the pan on the stove.Â
âDaââ
âIf you think a few empty words will make me feel better, kittenâŚyou've got to try a lot harder than that.âÂ
I'd like to say, this is definitely one of my better drabblesâ one of my favorites, in fact!
I have like...six more ideas for drabbles and then I'll need to come up with some more. Like these new cards and Rafayel's student photoshoot event really had me thinking of how seriously the LADS men would take roleplayingâ and that spawned a whole different drabble idea, so you can definitely look forward to that!
I'm trying to come up with new ways to do my drabbles, so that's why I did a little prelude before I started writing for the guys. Please let me know any feedback yall have for me! Especially with the coloured dialogue, I'm not too sure if I like it, but it seems really pretty and probably makes it easier to tell who is talking apart. (I won't use it for my fic though, only the drabbles!)
Anyway, I have a small personal project I'm working on this weekend so I probably won't be able to write any chapters for my 'Divisa' fic, but I'm still going to post chapter nineteen of 'Twist of Fate' and try to write at least two more chapters since I'm only on twenty-three or so.
I hope you all enjoyed these drabbles and I hope yall have a great night/day! đŠˇ
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đ đ¨đ§đ§đ đŚđđ¤đ đ˛đ¨đŽ đŹđ°đđđ || (kinda)dark!javier peĂąa x reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ || he's your dad's best friend, he's a narc, he's the guy you've been calling 'tio' most of your life... so he's not the guy you want to run into when you're out partying a little too hard.
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đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ || dubcon smut (18+ only; oral f receiving, unprotected sex, reader is under the influence and under duress), age gap (not specified but it's big lol but they are of course both adults), dad's best friend trope, pseudo incest (reader calls javi tio/uncle but they are not related), drug use, jealousy, unprotected sex, orgasm control, rough/aggressive sex, we're talking complete total and permanent gut rearrangement, crying during sex (from overstimulation not like, being sad), hair pulling, 'sir' kink (briefly), creampie, basically just a kinky filthy mess idk what else to say
The bass was so loud you could feel it in every part of youâ like your own heartbeat, but everywhere. The throbbing music, the heat, the sweat; it was an overwhelming experience, even before you took the pill⌠but now, it was transcendent.
Everything was lit up in electric colors, neon pink and green blending together into some impossible color you couldnât describe; the dancers around you had their arms raised in the air, jumping and swaying with the music, and it reminded you of the waves in the Caribbean Seaâ you know, the ones you never had time to go see even though you lived just a few miles from the beach.
Frankly, you didnât have time for this either: you should be studying for midterms, but the stress of college was becoming overwhelming and you were reaching a breaking point.
Or, maybe you already had, considering this was your coping method. It wasnât your usual approach, but you hadnât needed anything this drastic before. Maybe it was because you werenât just escaping from the stress of school, but from the tension at home with your parents.
Perhaps what was most frustrating about that situation was that you were pretty sure they didnât even realize how badly they were driving you insane⌠especially your dad. He didnât see any problem with the fact that he tried to control every aspect of your life, regardless of your age. You could appreciate them not wanting you to do anything dangerous or harmfulâ you could even understand the whole âmy house, my rulesâ thing to an extentâ but it went too goddamn far every day. You couldnât go anywhere else without being questioned, yet you couldnât exist at home without being criticized.
That was why you were here, and here, you werenât being critiqued or belittled or micromanagedâ actually, you were very⌠well-received, to put it lightly. Youâd caught more than a few glances this evening, and now you were getting more than that: they were dancing with you, pressing against you⌠touching you.
It shouldâve felt wrong, but youâd been craving approval of any kind, and the lascivious looks up and down from the guy in the indigo silk shirt felt like a compliment when you had a couple drinks in you.
A hand covered in gold rings groped your ass, and you hummed through a wide smile. He spoke into your ear, but even so close you couldnât hear anythingâ it didnât matter, anyways; you nodded, dazed. You figured the pill was enhancing, if not creating, whatever connection you felt with this stranger, but you didnât care. You didnât care how risky it was to go home with him, either, you just needed to feel tonight.
The voice in your ear mumbled something about how sexy you are, and you were about to melt into the arms of whoever it wasâ but then you heard another voice, just behind you. This voice was familiar; this voice spoke your name, and you turned around sharply.
"Tio!" you gasped as Javier glared down at you; you'd never felt so small in your life. He could do that so easily, but usually by giving you a big bear hug or calling you niĂąa; this was a less pleasant method. âIâ what are youâ?â
âWork,â he answered shortly, yelling just to be heard. âYou shouldnât be here.â
No, you shouldnât be anywhere that Javi was working, but you especially shouldnât be hereâ a nightclub, known for wild hook-ups and party drugs. Dancing with guys. Wearing a dress you picked out specifically because you liked the way it showed off your⌠everything.
âWhat would your daddy think if he saw you like this?â he growled, grabbing you by the arm, and you whimpered but gave in to himâ no point arguing, or denying anything, now.
He dragged you through the club, out the back where you could talk without the music drowning everything out. It was still loud until the metal door shut on its own behind youâ and even still, you could hear the thumping of the bass, catch a few notes of the melody here and there, but you werenât really focused on that with Javi giving you the glare of a lifetime.
âNever thought you were that kinda girl,â he frowned.
âI swear, I donât usually do this, I just⌠IâŚâ
âYou what?â he snapped.
âSorry, IâŚâ you trailed off again. âKinda out of it right now, and youâre so⌠that lightâs really brightâŚâ you complained as you squinted at the streetlight behind him.
He grabbed your face suddenly, forcing you to look up at him; you couldnât believe how he could basically hold your entire faceâ and control your entire bodyâ with one hand. He used his thumb and pointer finger to hold one of your eyes open wider; you winced and tried to move away, but he managed to get a decent enough look anyways.
âAre you fucking high?â he realized with a snarl.
âIâ just one pill,â you whimpered.
âWhat was it?â
âI⌠I donât know for sureâŚâ
âJesus,â he sneered, dropping your face and crossing his arms. He looked away from you, shaking his head, then put his hands on his hips in that disapproving way he did so well. âWhat were you thinking?â
âIâm sorry,â you mumbled, âI just never get to do anything funâ donât you need to be wild sometimes, do something a little misguided?â
âA little misguidedâ taking drugs from strangers, from men, letting them⌠touch you like thatâŚâ he shuddered as he said the last part.
You gulped, looking down at the ground. You were kind of hoping he hadnât seen that, somehowâŚ
Grabbing you by the arm again, he all but threw you in his truck; shrinking in the seat, feeling quite shy despite how youâd been acting just a few minutes ago, you watched him walk around the back in the mirror so he could get in the driverâs side.
There was silence as he started the truck and put an arm around your seat to back out of the alley, silence as he started to drive, silence as you went back and forth between looking over at him sheepishly and staring down at your hands in your lap.
But when you looked out the window at the passing scenery, you narrowed your eyes. "You'reâŚnot taking me home?" you realized.
"And give your dad a fuckin' heart attack, you coming home at this hourâ dressed like that?"
Your heart sank with guilt.
"No, I'll figure out what to do with you later,â he decided. âI'm guessing you snuck out?"
"I⌠told him I was staying with a friendâŚ"
"Then he must not be expecting you until morning. You can stay at my place."
"Thank you, Tio, I swear I don't usually do this, thank you so muchâ"
"Hey. I didn't say I wasn't gonna tell him the truth when I bring you back tomorrow."
You swallowed, glancing out the window as your eyes stung.
~
He sighed as he shut the door, and you sheepishly crossed one arm over your stomach to hold your elbow.
Last time you were in his apartment, it was for some dinner⌠thing⌠anyways, your parents were there, as were a bunch of other people they worked with, and you were sure the whole thing would be incredibly fucking boring. It was, for a while, until Javi broke away from the others to talk to youâ and he made you laugh, he spared you all the dumb questions about how college was going and talked to you about real stuff: music, dreams, life. You always felt like you could talk to him about the things you could never talk to your parents aboutâŚ
But you didnât want to talk to him about this. Especially not when he put his hands on his hips and gave you that stern glare.
âWhat the hell did you think you were doinâ in a place like thatâ?â he began but you interrupted with a sigh.
âIâm sorryâ I just needed a- a release! You know?â you tried to justify.
He scoffed, rolling his eyes before he glanced away from you; you, meanwhile, looked down with shame. You never expected to feel so guilty for thisâ if anything, part of you had fantasized about your dad finding out just so you could tell him off in the argument, explain to him that it was his overbearing nature that drove you to something so risque. Of course, now that the likelihood of that argument actually occurring had skyrocketed, it didnât sound so appealing. âYour dadâs gonna have a cow,â Javi warned you.
âI know! I know,â you groaned, hiding your face in your hands for a second. âBut Iâm an adult! I should be able to do what I want!â
He scoffed a bit, and you frowned defensively. He obviously resented those times you referred to yourself as an adultâ even if he couldnât deny it, he always acted like it didnât really count. You werenât a âreal adultâ yet in his eyes, still being in college and a bit starry-eyed according to some, and that always bothered you. Itâs not that you thought you really had it all figured it out at this age, itâs just that you wanted more respect and more acknowledgement of your efforts.
The look on Javiâs face made you pretty confident you wouldnât be getting much of that tonight. "Just don't tell him, okay? Please, TioâŚ"
"I won't tell your old man what you're up to," he promised, and you sighed. "But you need to."
"Iâ I can't," you whimpered, "he'll lose his shit! You know how protective he isâŚ"
"Clearly he's got a good reason!" Javi snapped, and you spun aroundâ you couldn't look at him now, not after he saw you like that.
"He's gonna kill me," you whimpered, defeated.
He stepped up behind you, wrapping one arm over your chest and holding your shoulder. âSâgonna be okay, sweetieâŚâ he mumbled to you. âHeâs not gonna kill youâ he loves you."
"But he thinks I'm still a little kid," you explained with a pout.
"He can't help that," Javi laughed softly, kissing the side of your head. "You're grown up now, but you're still his little girlâŚ"
You smiled a bit. "You really think I'm grown up?" you asked weakly.
"Yeah," he assured, "not sure how it happened, but you areâ still young, of course."
You laughed a bit, relaxing in his embrace, soothed by the familiar smell of his aftershave and his strong hand rubbing your shoulder. Without either of you saying anything, the air somehow shifted⌠perhaps because of the way he moved his head, and you could tell that he was looking down at you. Perhaps because he let out a long sigh through his nose that fanned over the top of your head.
His voice was as low as a whisper when he spoke again. "Can't believe how grown up you look dressed like thatâŚ"
The fingers of his free hand traced over your thigh, even starting to move inwards, and out of both nervousness and ticklishness you clamped your legs together.
"Aww, don't be shy now," he pouted. "You'll be a whore for all those guys but you're playing innocent with me? Don't even try it, baby, I know what you wantâŚ"
You sighed out a long, shaky breath as you relaxed your legs so he could reach between them. It didn't really feel real, especially when you shut your eyesâ then it could be anyone touching you.
"I know what this sweet little body needs," he continued, almost whispering as he spoke in your ear, making it impossible to forget it was Javi behind you. "Those little boys can't take care of you⌠need a real man to treat you right."
"Tio," you gasped as one finger just barely brushed over your panties, "d-don'tâ"
"Don't what, sweetie?"
"Don't⌠touch me like that," you breathed. "It's wrongâŚ"
"But you like it so much," he noticed with a smile right beside your ear. "You like the way Uncle Javi is touching youâ you like all this attention from your Tio, huh?"
Too afraid to respond to that, you shut your eyes tight as you felt him rub you through your panties more firmly, pulling up the bottom of your dress enough to expose the white cotton covering you.
âStill a good girl underneath your slutty outfit,â he smirked.
âWhatâ what are you doâ?â you began to breathe out, until he ran the blunt edge of his fingernail over the seam of your lips through the fabricâ when he traced over your clit, your whole body jolted.
âOh, babygirl,â he cooed, âyou know what Iâm doing. Say it.â
âYouâre⌠touching meâŚâ you panted out, rocking your hips as he began to rub slow circles against your pantiesâ each with more pressure than the last.
âWhere?â he prompted, his voice rough and echoing against the curve of your neck, which he began to kiss passionately a moment later just to make it that much harder for you to speak.
âMy⌠fuck, my pussy!â you managed to get out, and he groaned with pride as his teeth brushed against your pulse.
He suddenly let you go and spun you around, pressing you to the wall and then pressing himself to you in turn. The hard bulge against your hip made your walls throb, but his face made your heart dropâ you couldnât forget it was him, and it felt so fucked up knowing he had just done that to you. You opened your mouth to tell him this couldnât happen, that it had already gone too far, that you needed to somehow forget this ever happened.
But no words came out; they couldnât, when he delicately lifted your chin so you had to stare right at the darkness in his eyes.
He moved closer, closer, until instinct forced your hands to jump up to his chestâ god his chest, it was so firm and tanned and you swore you could feel the heat of his skin through his shirtâ and stopped him from kissing you. âWhatâs the matter?â he asked softly.
What kind of dumbass question was that?! Whatâs the matter? Your Tio Javi, your dadâs best friend since forever, the guy who bought you your first bike and taught you how to whistleâ that guy, calling you a whore and kissing your neck and touching you down there?! God, you knew you were messed up over this because you were mentally referring to your equipment as down there, like you were a little kid again.
But by god, you were not a little kid. Clearly, he knew that better than you thought he did. But you couldnât believe this was really happeningâ it felt like a dream, but too terribly real.
Whatâs the matter, he asks, like you couldnât spend all night listing everything wrong about this. You only gave him one reason aloud, though: âMy dad will kill me.â
He smirked, a short laugh coming more out of his nose than his mouth. âOnly if he finds out,â he replied. âAre you gonna tell on me, niĂąa?â
Though very little, you shook your head.
âAre you gonna tell him that I brought you here and touched you like that?â he continued, voice lower and rougher, fingers dancing over your hip again. âAre you gonna tell your daddy how you got on your knees for me, let me fuck you like a whore, creamed on my cock over⌠and overâŚâ
You shuddered as he left the softest trail of kisses up your neck.
â...and screamed my name until you lost your voice?â
"Fuck," you sighed, melting into his arms as he held you at your waistâ his hands were so big that you felt especially delicate when he held you. "Javi, we⌠we shouldn'tâŚ"
"But you want to so bad, sweetie," he noticed with a fake pout. "You're a half-second from begging me to teach you how grown-ups fuck, I can tell."
Your thighs clenched together and he smirked.
"Just kiss me," he encouraged softly, lifting your chin with his fingers. "Just kiss me, baby, and I'll show you. I'll give you whatever you want."
You hesitated, looking up at his warm brown eyes, admiring his face and lingering over his lips⌠they did look perfectly kissableâŚ
Shutting your eyes, you leaned forward and kissed him; instantly, he turned it from an innocent peck to a hungry gnashing of lips and teeth, his tongue dominating your mouth and muffling your moans.
His hands ran all over you and he started to guide you to walk with himâ he turned you both and walked backwards down the hallway, dragging you until you toppled into his bed together.
"Lay back, baby," he instructed as he climbed over you, "your Tio's gonna make you feel so fucking good, sweetie⌠gonna fuck you like you need, I promise."
He sat up, almost making you want to chase for more of that kiss, but he reached up under your dress and pulled your soaked panties down your legs.
"Oh my god, look at this cute little pussy," he purred, spreading your lips apart and tracing up the seam of your cunt to find your bud. He traced it gently with his thumbâ even the softest, slowest circles over it made you shiver and whine. "Sensitive, too. Poor baby, need me that bad?"
He crouched down lower, and you whimpered with anticipation. "JaviâŚ" you mumbled nervously.
Before he even put his mouth on you, he leaned in close and took a deep breath through his nose. "Smells fuckin' perfect," he grunted, and you moaned just because he said that. "Can't wait to taste you, niĂąa, been waiting too longâŚ"
You wanted to ask if he'd been waiting longer than just tonight, but you were distracted by the wet, sloppy kiss he gave you, right on your aching clit. Instantly your back arched and your mouth fell open into a silent scream.
He was painfully, infuriatingly good at thisâ like second nature, he just looked up at you and watched while his tongue traced your clit exactly how you needed. You could just tell he did this all the time, that he had made his fair share of women scream and sob and beg with that tongue; you writhed and whimpered, shutting your eyes tight so you wouldn't have to see him looking up at you anymore.
He devoured you with wide, hungry licks, his mouth overwhelming you and his nose poking at the apex of your mound. You could feel his long sigh fan over your sensitive skin when he kept his mouth wide open, lapping at you desperately; youâd never seen him this⌠lacking in composure. This animalistic. It made you feel hot all over.
Maybe the only thing more embarrassing than how quickly you barrelled towards your peak was how easily he recognized it.
"Wanna come, baby?"
He only broke away from you just long enough to groan it out, and then he was right back to making you squirm and sob. "Yes, fuck, please!"
"Beg," he ordered, muffled by your clit in his mouth, eating away at you mercilessly.
"Fuck, Javiâ please make me come with yourâ with your tongue, Iâ I've never come from that before, fuck it feels really good⌠pleaseâŚ"
He hummed around you, suckling harder at your throbbing bud.
"Ohâ f-fuck, I wannaâ please," you choked, "I'm so closeâŚ"
You felt him smile, and then you felt him do this thing with his tongue that made your thighs quiver around his head.
"Please, can I?" you whimpered.
He pulled away, but you could still feel his breath fanning over you and it made your walls tense up. "I like you asking for permission," he praised, "do it again."
"Please let me come," you groaned, arching your back when he latched onto you again. "I'm so close, just don't stop, please don't fucking stopâ"
He didn't, which you took as permissionâ not that it really mattered since it was inevitable now with or without his blessingâ and you shut your eyes tight as the electric feeling danced all over your body. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you only caught one more glimpse of him staring up at you with a scalding heat in his eyes.
Instantly it became too much, the sensations his tongue delivered to your clit painfully forcing your whole body to spasm. Gasping, you grabbed at his hair and sputtered out: âStop, stopstopstopââ
He broke away and dropped your hips back down onto the bed, his smile glistening with your come. An instant later he sat up to start opening his belt, that grin turning suddenly into a snarl. You looked up at him with wide eyes, still trying to catch your breath, dizzy even as you just laid there watching him lick your wetness off his lips. âNeed to fuck you,â he said, simple as that.
You still couldnât really believe this was happening; the effects of the pill were mostly faded, but this felt like some bizarre dream anyways. Seeing him like this was just beyond surreal.
âFlip overâ hands and knees,â he instructed firmly while he unbuttoned his jeans. You wanted to remind him that this was insanely wrong, that you thought of him like family and thought he saw you the same wayâ but then you remembered that what youâd done tonight was wrong too, and that he was your only hope of getting away with it and avoiding being locked in your room for the rest of your life.
"Shouldn't you⌠shouldn't we use a condom?" you suggested softly, and he smirked a little.
"We don't need that," he assured.
Doing as you were told, though it took some effort on shaky legs, you stared down at Javiâs bed under youâ youâd seen it before, even slept in it before (though when that happened, he always took the couch), but it felt incredibly different now.
Speaking of things that felt incredibly different: getting fucked by your tio. He held your hips and pushed his cock into you, and you whimpered loudly as the stretch challenged you right from the start. You heard a soft moan from behind you, a needier sound than you expected from him, but it was drowned out quickly by your own cry as he buried himself in you completely. âMm,â he hummed, fingers digging deeper into the plush of your ass as he stayed still for just a moment. âThatâs goodâŚâ
Shivering, even though you were hot enough to sweat, you hid your face with a quiet whine right as he started to thrustâ with a lot less patience than you expected.
"You're not embarrassed, are you?" he wondered, petting the back of your head as if trying to coax you out of the pillows. "Actin' all shy⌠what have you got to be shy about? Getting fucked on all fours like a slut, the fuck you acting innocent for now?"
"Please just slow downâ" you gasped, reaching back behind yourself to try to grab his thigh.
"Hell fucking no, this is what you wanted," he groaned.
Whining, tears stung your eyes and you just tried to hold onto the bunches of his sheets in your fists.
"Wanted me for a while, didn't you? Dressing up all sexy when I came over for dinner, showing off how much you've grown⌠didn't even wear a bra, I could see your tits getting hard, wondered if it was because you were turned on. Turned on by your TioâŚ"
You weren't blind, you knew Javier was attractive, and you knew he did well with womenâ but you honest to God never thought about him like that. He was just your Tio Javi.
And now he was pushing you down between your shoulder blades to shove your face into the bed. Whimpering, you gave in, but the angle forced his cock even deeper and made you arch your back up with a yelp. "Shh shh, no baby, need to take it all," he scolded you softly as he pushed your back down. "Need to keep that ass up for meâ show Tio that ass, good girlâŚ"
It was hard to stay like this when it meant letting his cock hit way too deepâ it hurt, and you sobbed with every thrust. "Please, s'too much, I need a breakâ"
"A break? We just started," he laughed. "You can get a break after I come, but you're gonna be in this bed all night showin' me why I should keep your secret."
"God, you're just so deep," you whined, "it hurtsâŚ"
"Yeah, but it feels good too, doesn't it?"
Even though you somehow felt guilty, you nodded.
"Yeah," he encouraged again, "you like getting fucked like this, baby. Never had your whole pussy used? Never had a cock this deep?"
So deep that it shot up your spine and made the back of your eyes burn? No, you'd never felt this before; you sobbed with pleasure, already totally overwhelmed.
He grunted as he increased his pace, already picking up speed each time his hips collided with yours; the bed was creaking a bit, too.
"Fuck," you gasped, toes curling. His cockâs fat head was pressing into something so painfully deep inside you, and just as much as it made you want to beg him to give you a little mercy, it made you feel like screaming for more and praying this could never end.
You heard him grunt as he fucked you even faster; he must have heard you sniffling, in turn, tears falling from your eyes near-silently as the pleasure overwhelmed your body. "What are you crying for? Never had a big dick like this, huh?" he chuckled. "Then just say so."
"I never⌠I-I've never had a⌠a dick this big beforeâŚ"
"Mm," he hummed with approval, grabbing a handful of your ass and tilting his head so he could get a better view of his cock plunging into your hole. "Never been stretched out like this? That's too bad, I can tell you fuckin' needed it. Went out tonight cause you needed some dick, huh? Well you got more than you bargained for, honey, it's too much for this little pussy isn't it?"
"Yes!" you sobbed.
"Can't take all this?"
"Yes, Tio, pleaseâ"
"Don't tell me to slow down again," he warned. âI know what you need, sweetie.â
He grabbed you by your hair and forced your head back. "Ow!" you yelped instinctively. "Fuck, Javi!"
"Act like a slut and you're gonna get fucked like one," he reminded you, a frustrated sigh falling from his mouth. His pace quickened once more, thrusts coming faster until the sound of his hips and thighs smacking against your ass filled the room.
"I'm sorry," you choked, "I'm sorry, okay?"
"For what?"
"D-doing drugs," you listed, "going to clubsâ acting like a s-slutâŚ"
"Fuck," he grunted, "it's okay, baby, I'm gonnaâ godâ gonna make it all better⌠gonna teach you how to be my good girl, okay?â
You whimpered as you nodded. âPleaseâŚâ
Another tug on your hair made you whine and arch your back, letting yourself go a bit more limp in his grip as each thrust rocked your body. âFirst,â he began, âyou need some discipline.â
The hand on your hip let go to give you a sudden spank on your ass; you yelped and jolted, the pain somehow only adding to your pleasure a second after the initial sting had faded.
âYour daddy never gave you enough of thatâ discipline,â Javi chuckled, âI warned him he was gonna spoil you. Guess I was right, look at you now?â
He smacked your ass again, hard enough that you cried loudlyâ probably loud enough for the neighbors to hear. That thought made your face burn with embarrassment. Anyone who shared a wall with Javi had probably heard his bed partners before, heard women screaming his nameâ why did that thought make you feel sick and sad and empty?
Of course, you were anything but empty, you were full to the brim and it felt like he might split you in half each time he pressed his hips to yours. âOnce you get some discipline,â he continued, âyou need to start doinâ what youâre told.â
âY-yes, sir,â you choked out. You almost screamed when the hand that had been holding your hip slipped down to search between your legs; he grunted a bit as he roughly found your clit and rubbed it in fast circles.
âThen you need to learn some manners,â he continued, âlike sayinâ thank you when I touch this pretty pussy for you.â
âThank you,â you blurted out, your voice hoarse and wobblyâ even weaker than you felt. Your hips were instinctively trying to buck away, running from the amount of raw sensation forced upon you, but you were trapped by the strength of his arm.
All at once it all changed: he slowed his pace, though he went just as deep if not deeper with each movement; he leaned down and pressed his chest to your bare and sweaty back, putting his lips against your ear; he kept touching your clit, but the circles were slower, smoother⌠sweeter. âSâthat better, sweetie?â he whispered roughly. âIs that how you need it?â
Biting your quivering lip, you nodded; you fought another wave of tears that burned at the back of your eyes, but you were less embarrassed to cry now than you thought you would be. Youâd cried in front of Javi before, plenty of timesâ skinned knees, dumb boyfriends, failed tests, heâd been around for plenty of that. Obviously, this was much more vulnerable than anything that had come before, and yet it felt bizarrely natural⌠he pulled out this side of you so easily, a side you didnât even know existed.
âSuch a good girl,â he cooed at you gently, kissing the curve of your jaw, and you finally stopped trying to stop yourself from shaking (it wasnât working anyways). âSo good for meâŚâ
Everything was so blurry now, you barely even noticed him guiding you to lay down and roll over: you just noticed him pulling out, and pouted a little as if you actually thought he might just stop completely for no reason.
Noticing your displeasure, he smirked proudly. "Just wanna see that pretty face, sweetie," he soothed. But when he pushed back in, the new position made everything feel newâ and, somehow, even more perfect.
"Fuck, Javi, s'really deepâŚ" you mumbled, though it was deep in a different way than beforeâ not as painful, yet even more mind-numbing.
"Uh huh?" he taunted. "Never had somebody fuck you right, baby?â
You shook your head. You had no idea it could be like thisâ you thought it was normal not to come, for the guy to jackhammer for a few minutes and leave. You didn't even know you could make noises like thisâŚ
"Say it again," he encouraged with a moan, watching your face intently.
"It's really⌠really deepâŚ" you breathed, legs shaking as he held your hips down and tried to get even deeper; he started to grind up against you to force every last millimeter inside, roughly rubbing his pubic bone on your sore clit.
You squealed, barely able to take all this sensation, and he flared his nostrils. "What's really deep?"
"Your cock," you clarified.
"Whose cock?" he taunted.
"Yours, Javi, fuck! Stop asking me questions when I can barely fucking think!" you whined, and he laughed as he returned to his original motions.
âJust one more,â he promised. âGonna come for me, niĂąa?â
âYes, yes,â you admitted through a choked sob.
He leaned down, blanketing his body over yours. "Call me Tio when I make you come," he whispered his demand in your ear, and you shuddered.
Each thrust was faster than the last, harder too, and you sobbed as heavy pulses of pleasure took control of your body. "I'm so close, I'm so fucking close," you panted, unable to speak above a whisper.
"I know, I know," he soothed, kissing your face with more tenderness than you expected or felt you deserved.
"Iâ pleaseâ"
"Shh, you're doing so goodâŚ"
It all collapsed at once. "I'mâ fuck, I'm coming! Tio, I'm coming!"
He growled and latched his lips onto your neck, fucking you through it; your pussy pulsed in an erratic pattern, a new slickness coating him and running down your thighs. You would've been self-conscious about staining his bed if you had any room in your brain for itâ but you couldn't think about anything, you even forgot to breathe for a couple seconds. "Good girl," he groaned, "coming nice and hard for me. Good fucking girl."
Suddenly, your arms wrapped around his shouldersâ his broad, heavy shoulders, barely damp with sweatâ and your shaking fingers dug into his skin. You hugged him tightly, maybe to keep yourself grounded as convulsions rocked through you, maybe for a little comfort through such an excruciatingly ecstatic sort of feeling.
When it all seemed to gather right in your gut, it finally slowed down and you went all but limp under himâ though your arms stayed draped over his neck.
"Fuck, Javi," you moaned lowly, his thrusts faster and less even as he looked down at you with an exhausted smile of his own.
"Fuck, I wanted to make you come again," he admitted, "but I can't last much longerâ you're too fuckin' tight, baby, little pussy's too fuckin' good, gonna make me comeâŚ"
"Please," you whined, partially out of submission and acceptance of your desire to make him come, partially out of excitement for a chance to breathe after he finished.
"Gonna come inside you," he warned suddenly, and you gasped.
"Wait, pull out," you pleaded, a small bit of your sanity coming back as the height of your pleasure had passed, "come on my face o-or somethingâŚ"
He grinned when you said that, and you sort of regretted it. "That's cute," he decided, "but I wanna fill this pussyâ see you nice and stuffed with my comeâ and I know you want that too, babyâŚ"
You whined, hating how right he was, but you panted as you tried not to let the pleasure completely override your logical reasoning. "But I'm notâ I don'tâ"
"I'll get you a pill in the morning," he promised, his voice rough and needy as he fucked you even fasterâ he hissed in his breaths through his teeth, almost snarling at you. "Fuck, I'm so closeâ tell me who owns this pussy now, princess."
"Yours, Javi, it's yours," you sobbed, hating how true that really was. "Yours to fillâ you can come inside me, Tio, nobody's everâŚ"
You didn't even finish the thought, and he moaned as his grip on your hip tightened. He seemed pleased by the fact that you'd never been creampied before, even more excited to empty himself into you. "Beg," he ordered.
"Iâ I want you to come," you blurted out, not really sure what you were doing and struggling to put a thought together anyways. "Please, I want⌠want it insideâ"
"Fuck, fuckfuckfuck," he rushed, and a moment later he stopped as deep as he could go, letting you feel every pulse as he filled you.
You gasped, almost wanting to squirm away out of instinct and try to stop him from filling you, but he held you down and kept you helpless.
"God, yes," he moaned in a breath, grunting as he started to grind his hips on yours to get himself that slightest fraction of an inch deeper.
He let his weight relax onto you and though it made it tricky to breathe, you just accepted it, finally shutting your exhausted eyes.
You were probably more than half of the way to sleep when he brought you back to reality by carefully rolling off of you; you winced as he pulled out, first from the soreness and then from the gush of sticky heat you felt coming out a moment laterâŚ
Javi stayed on his side, propped up on one bent elbow, and looked down at what you could only assume was a completely gaping pussyâ and all his come leaking out.
He swiped two fingers through the mess he'd made, letting them linger on your throbbing clit until your hips jolted away; smiling, he brought the fingers to his lips and tasted his own come from your hole. "Fuck, Javi," you sighed, taken aback by the erotic, sudden gesture.
"You wanna taste too, princess?" he smirked, moving his fingers back to your pussyâ but this time he didn't just scoop up what was leaking out. No, he suddenly slid two fingers into your incredibly sore cunt, making you wince from the sting and watching your face carefully with a sigh.
When he pulled his fingers out, after twisting them around inside you for a moment, they were coated in both of you. His free hand held your chin and tilted your mouth how he wanted it, guiding you to take both his fingers onto your tongue.
"Lick it offâ good girl, like thatâŚ"
His praise made your exhausted walls clench just one more time.
"Taste how good we are together, baby?" he cooed. "You did so good for me⌠I haven't come like that in a long time."
I haven't come like that ever, you wanted to reply, but your mouth was full. When his fingers were cleaned off, he laid down beside you and wrapped you up in his arms. The strangeness of it hit you again: you, him, naked in bed⌠you still couldn't quite believe it was real.
"How much sleep do you need before you can go again?"
You widened your eyes and looked at him, amazed to see that he clearly wasn't joking. "Again? Javi, I'm gonna be sore for weeks alreadyâ"
"You're young, you can bounce right back," he promised, "I bet in a couple hours your pussy's gonna be even tighter than it was when we started."
You bit your lip. "I guess I canâ I mean, maybe one more time, if you let me sleep a little firstâŚ"
He smiled and kissed your head, making you sigh and hide your face in his neck. He smelled the same, that's what was so weirdâ he smelled like he always had, the same aftershave as you remembered from all those years ago, and now you were naked and sore and used. "Okay, sweetie, get some sleep," he offered. "I'll wake you up when I'm ready to give you another loadâ I bet you're gonna like the way I wake you up, too."
As he chuckled lowly, kissing your neck right by your ear, you shut your eyes and tried to ignore how bizarre this was so you could rest.
His fingers gently tickled your thigh, tracing random shapes that left goosebumps behind, and whispered praises in your ear to lull you to sleep. "That's my good girl," his low, gentle voice blended in with the growing darkness of slumber.
Even mostly asleep and exhausted like you'd never been before, you got the sense that being his good girl was on ordeal that lasted more than just one night. In fact, you hoped it did.
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๨ৠtender and careful abby who takes care of you to the best of her capabilities when she wakes up one day to find you with hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, constantly sniffling and wiping your nose with an endless stream of tissues, looking at her on the verge of bursting into tears. she knows you hate getting sick. knows that you feel completely useless when you get in that much pain, you canât move. it takes her over 30 minutes to even get out of bed, each time, when you fall ill. clinging onto her arm, weakly mumbling not to leave into her shoulder, and while she doesnât want to, she has to, to be able to get everything you need. always leaning down and kissing your forehead, leaving her lips resting against your skin for a couple more seconds, frowning at the obvious rise in temperature on your forehead, blatantly ignoring your whines about her needing to stay away from you for a few days until you get better. simply getting out of bed with a grumbled âyou being sick wonât stop me kissing you, now, shut up and wait hereâ knowing damn well you canât exactly get up.Â
๨ৠtender and careful abby who spends almost a full hour in the kitchen making you some honey tea and soup, soup that she knows you donât normally eat when youâre not sick, but will eat gracefully when you are. her body moves quickly as she reaches over the counter and grabs one of the lap trays she bought for you the last time you had gotten sick, and carefully places the bowl of hot soup with the tea gently, not scolding herself in the process. something she does quite a lot. eyeing up the candy drawer, abby looked back over at the bedroom door, back to the drawer, and dropped her head between her shoulders slightly. it wasnât that you werenât allowed chocolate, you were and abby knew that. but it always made her feel worse because when you got colds, or sick in general, you couldnât taste the food, and sweet treats like you could, but regardless, your girlfriend shrugged, opened the drawer and snatched a few bars of chocolate, and a bag of candy before placing them on the tray too.Â
you were still slumped under the covers and blankets when abby appeared in the bedroom. finally. the messy bun she let you do last night, wonât admit she loved it, but you know, now even more messy. strands of hair stuck to her now sweaty forehead, this is what rushing around to make sure her girl has everything does to her.
wiggling her eyebrows at you when she makes her way to the side of the bed, places the tray on the nightstand, and carefully places the back of her hand on your forehead, pulling it away instantly when she feels just how high your temperature has gone up since she left. âsânot good baby, we need to bring it down, yeah?â she mumbled, handing you the mug of tea carefully. âdrink that, then eat your soup. i brought you some chocolate, and before you say anything, yes i know you canât taste it when youâre sick, but itâs there in caseâ abby trailed off, waving her hands everywhere while you simply giggled behind the mug of honey tea.
âthank you, abs. always taking care of meâ you whispered, almost like a secret between you both.
âitâs my job, yeah? and you always take care of me when i get sick. we take care of each other.â the blonde smiled, holding out yet another item towards you.
a damp washcloth.
âwhatâs this for?â you grumbled, looking at the wet cloth like it personally offended you. taking it from her hands carefully, placing it on your forehead nonetheless, and sniffling quietly.
âfor your temperature, youâre too hotâ abby laughed like it was the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âyou told me that 3 days agoâÂ
âwell, youâre hotter today because youâre sickâ
âso youâre telling me iâm not hot when iâm not sick?â
âbaby, love of my life,â abby paused to laugh again and shake her head at you. âyou are always hotâ
âeven now?â
âyes, even now. very hot, especially with your blocked nose and wheezy coughs. sâcute when you suddenly sound like a cute duckâ your girlfriend winked, disappearing into the bathroom before you could blink.Â
quickly gasping in realization at her choice of words.
âabigail anderson, you did not just refer to my coughing as a duck!âÂ
âi love you!â she laughed from the bathroom.
âyeah, yeah. i love you tooâ you couldnât help but smile.
tender and careful abby always being there to take care of you.
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you talked about simon eating a lot, and i was wondering, what about a reader who doesn't eat a lot and struggles a bit with eating? sorry, feel free to ignore thisđ
no i absolutely love this!
simon knows heâs a big guy, so he just eats whenever he gets hungry, knowing his demanding job will help him maintain his weight. but he cant help but notice how often you turn down his offers of food, or lack ideas for meals youâd want to eat. he sits you down and asks you honestly, wanting to make sure youâre okay mentally and your thoughts on food.
âyou been okay, darlinâ? noticed you havenât been eating much these days,â his blonde eyebrows furrow, brown eyes searching your face for an answer. heâs just worried about you, he wants you to be healthy, being able to eat whatâs good for you when you need it.
he listens intently, asking questions to understand your struggles better. when you explain itâs just harder for you to eat, lacking a normal appetite and sometimes forgetting to eat meals, his hand holds yours, softly rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand as you talk. humming occasionally to acknowledge your words without interrupting.
âif itâs okay with you, dove, i think it would be fun to prepare our meals together. i can be a better cook for you,â simon offers, scarred lip curling into a smirk, his large hands squeezing your thighs.
he takes it upon himself to start meal-prepping, making sure to take into account things that are easier for you to eat. doing hours of research in his free time, finding itâs best to start with liquids before trying to add more food into your diet. he wakes up every morning and makes the two of you a delicious smoothie, packed with fruits and veggies, greek yogurt and milk, even peanut butter or a scoop of oats if he feels like it. if heâs expecting to leave soon, heâll buy everything you need in bulk so you can maintain it while heâs gone.
(and even if you donât live together, heâs scheduling deliveries for groceries or any food you mention wanting)
gladly spends more money on food whenever youâd like. oh, youâre craving a pizza from your favorite place in town? anything for his baby. oh, youâre craving donuts from krispy kreme at almost midnight? heâll be right back for his baby. he does anything to help you eat.
always encourages you when he sees you eating, giving you multiple pecks between his words as he cups your cheeks, âfuck, i love seeing you eat. youâre so cute.â
leaving you laughing while trying to swallow your bite, cheeks flushed red from his kisses.
regardless of whether or not youâre actively trying to eat more, he just cares that youâre healthy and eating 3 meals a day, drinking plenty of water, taking vitamins or medication. yes one of his love languages is acts of service.
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So I saw a post on Tumblr that read:
âImagine getting fucked from behind in a broom closet of the house of wind by Rhysand, his fingers in your mouth and his breath against your ear whispering âquiet down pet, you donât want Feyre to catch us huh?â
And I am so desperate for a fic inspired by this. đ
I love Feysand so, so much, but the thought of this did something to me.
I love your work so I immediately came to you. If you write it, thank you!!! If not, thank you anyway bc I love all of your work!! Ok byeeeee
.......alright you got me....
Extramarital Escapes
Warnings - smut, affair, slightly dub/con, abuse of power on Rhysand's end
A/n - I don't normally enjoy the idea of an affair and cheating, but I turned this into something I can work with.
Part 2
This was wrong.
So very wrong.
You gasped as Rhys hit that spot inside of you again, growling as you clenched around him.
This was not what you had in mind when he hired you to be their live-in nanny. It had started innocent enough. Rhys would seek out your company when Feyre would head into Velaris. There were short glances, a soft touch to reach around you at times. Those touches slowly became longer, though. They lingered on your waist, the sides of your thighs, your arms. You had thought you were imagining it until Feyre's first trip out of the Court with Nyx.
"Have a drink with me?" He had stopped you from sorting the heir's clothing, tilting your head up to look at him. "They say you aren't supposed to drink alone, Darling."
You had agreed, following him to the cigar room you knew even Feyre never entered. It was his sanctuary. His place to be alone. She had her studio. He had this.
That one drink turned into him getting closer to you on the couch, cornering you between him and it. He tipped the wine back further as you took a sip, trying to get you to relax with this dangerous look in his eyes.
You were pinned below him an hour later, drunk and begging him to fuck you harder, to let you cum. All while he smiled above you, eyes blown out in lust, saying over and over again that you felt exactly like he imagined.
You had told him the next morning it was a one-time thing, that it would never happen again, regardless of if you wanted it to happen. The High Lord simply smirked, undressing you with his eyes all over again. "We will see."
He cornered and took you anytime he wanted after that.
On his desk after Feyre would fall asleep.
On the table when she was out of the house and Nyx was down for a nap.
In your room during the dead of night when he decided his wife wouldn't satisfy his need to feel complete control and power over someone.
You had told him this morning that you were done. If he continued to touch you after this, you would tell Azriel, Cassian, or Feyre, believing one of them would protect you from him.
You loved Nyx and he was why you had put up with being Rhysand's whore for so long, but you needed it to end. You needed the guilt to stop eating you alive at night. You knew you were worth more, are worth more.
Rhysand had again smiled. "You love your job, don't you, y/n?" You nodded, eyes watering. "And in your contract, it is stated your job is to ensure the happiness of my family, correct?" You nodding again. "Then I suppose if you are not willing to fulfill that obligation, I should find a new nanny."
He knew he had you as you took a shaky breath, tears rolling down your face at the idea of never seeing his son again. "I'd hate to take him away from you. He loves you so much, and it is so very clear you love him."
"Rhys, please," you felt him pull you to him, slotting you between his legs as he sat on his desk. "I just can't keep being a mated males whore."
His face softened, hand moving to hold your chin. "You are not my whore. You are my escape. If you do not want that, if you do not want to be loved by me, then we have so few options."
You looked up and away from him. "I just want to take care of Nyx. Like I was hired to do."
"Then you do so on my conditions."
That was how you found yourself, chest pressed against the wall in an unused broom closet. The High Lord pounding you from behind, his fingers down your waiting throat to silence your cries.
You felt your eyes roll back, moaning loudly as you sucked those digits. His other hand was on your clit, circling the bundle of nerves in time with each heavy drag of his cock. "Shush," he growled in your ear. "Gotta be quiet, darling. You wouldn't want Feyre to catch us, would you?" He nipped your pointed ear, causing your walls to twitch around him. "Acting like you don't love my cock inside of you this morning, but now here we are. Sure, it feels like you love it when I'm inside of you. Don't you?"
You could only nod, eyes squeezing shut and moaning more as his hips met the plush skin of your ass over and over, driving into you again and again.
You could feel your orgasm building waiting for him to give the command to let go, and suddenly, he stopped. Pulling out of you and slapping your aching cunt. "This is your punishment for trying to end things with me," he whispered into your ear. "If you're a good girl the rest of the day, maybe I will let you cum tonight when she goes to Rita's with the girls."
He left you there, wet and aching for him in that broomcloset. You sunk down the wall, head falling to your knees.
A few hours later, you had finally gotten Nyx down for the night. You sighed, heading to Rhysand's office to let him know the heir was sleeping, that you would tend to him during the night since Feyre was gone, but two hushed voices had you stopping.
"You have to tell her," a feminine voice stated. "I don't want her to quit over this. Nyx loves her, Rhys."
"I know," Rhysand's voice was barely audible. "She tried today. I had to manipulate her into staying before I fucked her in the broom closet. You were supposed to catch us and join us."
You covered your mouth, hiding the gasp you made before standing silently. Feyre sighed on the other side of the door, "I got busy. Azriel had reports, and he was looking for you. I had to lie to him, Rhys. I don't want to keep lying to our family about her and what she is to us."
"Then let's replan it for next week. Since you are supposed to be out of the house. I wanted to give her the weekend off. I'm scared if I do now, she won't come back."
You walked away, having heard enough information, yet not enough all at the same time.
You could not tell if you were angry, excited, curious. You went to your room, closing and locking the door.
As you bathed, the side of you that hated games began to emerge, and you began a plan of your own. In that moment, you decided one thing, if Rhysand and Feyre wanted to play, you'd play too.
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Been almost a month since I last drank, and I still can't think about alcohol without feeling uncomfortable.
I wonder if this will ever go away, or if I'm just gonna be alcohol-averse for the rest of my life. For someone who used to really like alcohol, it's a strange position to be in.
#speculation nation#negative/#i guess.#the thing about having your father abruptly die from alcoholism is that any and all alcohol starts to feel. bad.#i wont say evil bc it's not like it's morally involved by itself. it's not even entirely unsafe if u drink in moderation.#and i wont say that others cant drink or mention drinking around me#i just... anytime i think about it i just get so uncomfortable. especially when i think about it in relation to myself.#i dumped half a massive bottle of whiskey down the drain when packing up my father's kitchen#my father's killer. part of me lamented the waste. more of me felt quiet vindication as i watched it go down the drain.#i know ive had a less than healthy relationship with alcohol. using it to stem the tides of total breakdowns#a form of self harm that doesnt cause lasting damage. and generally improves my mood too.#making sure i dont drink too often or too much. so i wouldnt call myself an alcoholic.#but given the family history. it wouldnt take much for me to turn into one huh?#and so im at a crossroads. that liminal time where everything is changing. however slowly.#will the current state continue? will i ever want to drink again?#but regardless. even if i do drink. i will need to be even more careful with it than i already was.#i wont let my father's killer take me too.#self harm ment/
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10 More Character Types the World Needs More of
Part 1 was specifically character dynamics, but Iâm considering this a sequel anyway.
1. Fiercely independent characterâs lesson isnât to âtrust peopleâ
Iâm not projecting. Youâre projecting. There is a divide wide enough to fit the Grand Canyon between âtrusting that someone isnât lyingâ and âtrusting someone to follow through on a promiseâ. Most dumpster fire attempts at these characters (almost exclusively women) rely solely on mocking them for the former because ânot all menâ or something.
Being consistently let down in life makes you hesitant to a) gain friends, b) pursue romantic interests, c) maintain familial relationships, d) get excited about any event that demands participation from someone who isnât you. None of this is simply a bad attitudeâitâs a trauma response. There is no lesson to be learned, and not even exposure therapy can help because itâs a real, legitimate, and common stunt people pull, whether they mean it or not.
So write one of these characters and legitimize their fears, give them someone who proves the exception to the rule, but do not let the lesson be âwell they just havenât found the right person yetâ. Even the âright personâ can let them down. It's about not becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy by sabotaging a good thing to prove it will inevitably go bad.
2. Conventionally attractive men who arenât horndogs
Iâm going to find every way I can to tell you to write more aces. This is to fight the stigma that attractive people must be attracted to people. Give me gorgeous aces and demiâs, men, women, enbys and everyone in between, who put a crap ton of effort into looking their best, and yet happen to not have a very loud libido. They look good for themselves, and not to impress anyone else.
Give me someone who could have anyone they wanted, gender regardless, and just simply has no interest. Or, they do actually have a significant other, but sex, how hot their partner is, or how horny they are, isnât their internal monologue. I donât even care if itâs unrealistic, itâs annoying to read.
And, you know, giving men male characters who arenât thinking about sex all the time can be good, right? Right?
3. Manly warrior men who also write poetry
A.K.A Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. Just give me more Aragorns, period. This dude is either covered in filth, blood, guts, and the last 30 miles of rugged terrain, or singing in Elvish at his own coronation while pink flower petals fall. A man can be both, and still be straight.
A man can also drink Respect Women juice, you know? He ticks off all the boxesâheâs gentle when he needs to be, not afraid to hide his emotions, kind to those who are vulnerable and afraid and need a strong figure to look up to, resolute in his beliefs, skilled and knowledgeable in his abilities without being arrogant or smug, and the first boots on the battlefield, leading from the front.
4. Characters who are characters when no one is watching
This is less a specific type and more a scene that doesnât get written enough. This whole point comes from Pixarâs Cars. I. Love. This. Movie. Itâs not Pixarâs best, for sure, but this is my comfort movie. The best scene, one thatâs so unique, is when Doc (aged living legend) thinks heâs alone when he rolls out onto the dirt race track and comes alive tearing around the oval.
This characterâs unbridled, unabashed glee and euphoria at proving to himself that heâs still got it, when heâs completely unaware of his audience, is perfection. Not enough credence is given to characters to just⌠enjoy being themselves. Heâs not doing it to prepare for the climactic race, heâs not doing it for the plot, heâs doing it just to do it, not even to prove Lightning wrongâjust for himself.
Give your characters a âDoc Racingâ scene. Whatever their skill is. Maybe theyâre a dancer, a skater, a swimmer, a painter, sprinter. Just let your character love being alive.
5. Characters whose neurodivergence isn't âcuteâ
A.K.A. Lilo Pelekai from Lilo and Stitch. Really, her relationship with Nani is peak sibling writing. But Lilo herself is just so realistic with how she interacts with the world, how she interprets her relationships with her so-called friends, how she organizes her thoughts and rationalizes what she canât quite understand, and how friggen smart she is for an⌠11-year-old?
But sheâs not âcuteâ. As in, she wasnât written by generic Suits who were trying to cash in on the ND crowd by writing what they think will sell, but also making her juuust neurotypical enough to still be palatable by the rest of the audience. Liloâs earnestness is what endears her to everybody. But also, she doesnât get a free pass for her behavior, either. Her âfriendsâ arenât forced to accommodate her and Nani isnât written as the cold-hearted villain for trying to discipline her.
6. Straight male characters with female friends
Am I double-dipping a bit here? Yes. While I completely understand how tempting it can be, this type of character is in dire need of exposure and representation to prove itâs possible. No weird tense moments, no double-glances when she isnât looking, no contemplations about cheating on his girlfriend (and no insecure jealous girlfriend either). Just two characters who enjoy each otherâs company and are able to coexist in a space and be in each otherâs spaces without hormones getting in the way. Peak example? Po and Tigress from Kung Fu Panda.
Let these two rely on each other for emotional strength in times of need, let them share inside jokes, let them have a night alone together at a bar, at home, cooking dinner, getting takeout, talking on the patio in a porch swing⌠with zero âwill they/wonât they.â
7. The likable bigot
Iâm actually on the fence with this one but itâs something I also donât see done often enough and Iâm adding it for one reason: Bigots arenât always obvious mustache-twirling villains and the little things they do might seem inconsequential to them, but are still hurtful. So showing these characters is like plopping a mirror down in front of these people and, I donât know, maybe something will click. They donât have to be MAGAs to be dangerous, and only writing the extremes convinces the moderates that they arenât also the problem.
Example: I have a âfriendâ who recently said something along the lines of âI have lots of gay friendsâ followed up shortly by âI donât think this country should keep gay marriage because itâs a slippery slope to legalizing pedophilia.â You know. The quiet part being that she *actually* thinks being gay is as morally abhorrent as being a pedo. But she totally has lots of gay friends. Including one who was driving her during that conversation. (Itâs me. Hi. Iâm apparently the problem, itâs me.)
Sheâs absolutely homophobic, but the second she stops announcing it, sheâs a very bubbly person. Sheâs a ~likable~ bigot and thus thinks she can distance herself from the more violent ones.
8. The motherly single father
I say âmotherlyâ merely as shorthand for the vibe Iâm going for here. âMotherlyâ as in dads who arenât scandalized by the growing pains of their daughters, and who donât just parent their sons by saying âman up boys donât cryâ. Dads who play Barbie with their kids of either gender. Dads who go to the PTA meetings with all the other Karens and know as much if not more than they do about the school and their kidsâ education.
Dads who comfort their crying kids, especially their sons. Dads that take interest in âfeminineâ activities like learning how to braid their daughterâs hair, learning different makeup brands, going on nail salon trips together. Dads who do not pull out the rifle on their daughterâs new boyfriend and treat her like property. Dads who have guy friends that donât mock him and call him gay. Dad who does all this stuff anyway and is *actually* gay, too, but the emphasis is on overly sensitive straight menâs masculinity here.
Wholesome dads: a shocking amount of single-parents to female anime protagonists.
9. The parent isnât dead, theyâre just gone
Treasure Planet is an awesome movie in its own right, but whatâs even better? This is a Disney movie where the parent isnât dead, heâs just a deadbeat who abandoned his son and isnât at all relevant to the plot beyond the hole he left behind for Jim to fill. The only deadbeat dads Disney allows are villains and those guys are very vigorously chasing an aspiration, that aspiration just doesnât include quality fatherhood. Or motherhood. Disney has yet to write a deadbeat mom, Iâm almost certain.
I just wrote a post about the necessity of the âdead parentâ cliche, but what is perhaps more relatable because itâs more common, and what earns even more sympathy and underdog points for the protagonist? The hero with the parent who left. Then thereâs a whole extra layer of angst and trauma available when your hero can now plague themselves with the question of if the parent leaving is their fault. Death is usually an accident. Choosing to abandon your kid is on purpose.
10. Victim who isnât victim-blamed or told by their friends (and the narrative) to forgive their abuser
Izuku Midoriya lost so much support from me the moment he told his friend, bearing the consequences of domestic violence across half his face, that Midoriya thinks heâll be ready soon to forgive his abomination of a father. I am firmly in the âEndeavor is a despicable human and heroâ camp and no Iâm not taking criticism. I audibly gasped when I heard this line and realized Deku was serious. Todoroki needs friends like the Gaang to remind him that he's allowed to hate the man who's actions caused the burn scar across his f*cking face.
I understand that the mangaka apparently didnât anticipate the vitriolic backlash toward Endeavor during his debut and reveal of his parenting tactics but the tone-deafness of telling a fifteen year old with crippling emotional management issues and a horrible home life that his abusive dad in any way deserves and is entitled to forgiveness on the grounds of being related is disgusting.
Take it back further to a more famous Tumblr dad: John Winchester. Another despicable human who got retroactively forgiven by his sons after his death in a âhe wasnât so bad, he really did tryâ campaign. Itâs one thing if the character believes it, itâs a whole different matter if the narrative is also pushing this message.
Katara is a perfect example: She lets go of her grudge for her own peace of mind and stops blaming Zuko for something he had no hand in, stops blaming him simply because heâs a firebender and heâs around to be her punching bag. She doesnât forgive the man who killed her mother, because that man doesnât deserve her forgiveness. Katara heals in spite of him, not because of him, and had she let him off the hook, she would have gotten an apology for getting caught, not for what he did (which is exactly what happened).
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STUCK WITH YOU â BLADE
âď˝ĄË â summary: in which you get sick and blade is wondering how the hell he got stuck having to take care of you. âď˝ĄË â contents: sickfic, fluff, swearing, gn!reader, stellaron hunter!reader, reader doesnât like room temp water LMAO only ice cold, bladeâs kinda mean but a softie trust me u.u âď˝ĄË â wc: 1.8k+ âď˝ĄË â a/n: i havenât written for blade in ages so i am very rusty but i hope u enjoy <3 this is a self-indulgent fic i wrote while sick and bed-ridden yesterday :c if any of yâall got the summer cold/flu too i hope u feel better !! :>Â
You felt like shit and the last thing you needed was someone threatening you to get better.Â
It would have been one thing if those threats worked in scaring your illness away. But you were certain that it did the opposite of helpâ It simply gave you an unwanted headache instead.Â
âCan you stop glaring at me whenever I blow my nose?â you demanded with a sniffle, tossing your tissue into the trashcan Blade so graciously placed next to your head.
âCan you stop blowing your nose so loudly?â
You glared at him, responding by grabbing another tissue and blowing your nose even louder. You winced at the force, feeling a slight throb in your head from the overexertion.
With an ever-present scowl on his annoyingly handsome face, Blade shook his head at you. You could practically sense the disappointment and annoyance radiating from him. âDonât make yourself feel worse.âÂ
âIâm not trying to,â you said, choosing to lay back down on your bed rather than arguing with him.
Your throat was sore, your nose was both runny and stuffy with no in-between, your muscles were achy, and your body was tired. There wasnât much fighting spirit left for you to spare in your current state. Hence, the reason the Stellaron Hunters had Blade stay behind on the mission until you recovered enough to join everyone. Why they didnât leave someone more personable and caring like Sam behind was beyond you. But you supposed you should be grateful Elio let anyone stay behind instead of having you recover alone.Â
Coughing, you reached for a glass of water to moisten your throat only to find it already empty. You groaned to yourself, the thought of having to get up from your warm and cozy bed to fill up your water in the cold, cold kitchen made you shiver.Â
With a sigh, Blade exited your room while muttering a quick, âStay put.âÂ
You blinked blearily, eyes barely able to follow his quick-moving figure out the door.Â
In a flash, Blade returned with two separate cupsâone filled with clear water, and the other with warm tea. He set them both down on your nightshade, collecting your empty glass to clean in the sink.Â
âThank you,â you murmured, touched that he brought you drinks without you having to ask. You grabbed the glass of water first, letting out a giggle when you saw the single ice cube floating on the top. With a smile, you questioned, âOne ice cube?â
Blade shrugged, a nonchalant look on his face that one could easily mistake as uncaring. âYou donât like room temperature water. If I brought warm water to you, you would rather die of dehydration than drink it.âÂ
A nodded sheepishly, unable to deny what came out of his mouth.
âStill, you need fluids to feel better. I figured one ice cube might be enough to satiate you.âÂ
Staring at the melting ice cube, you assumed it didnât do much to help the temperature of the drink, but the thoughtfulness of your fellow Stellaron Hunter was enough to coax you into drinking it regardless.Â
âThatâsâŚsurprisingly sweet of you,â you said, taking a sip of water. It was, in fact, not cold enough for you, but you still pushed onwards. âThanks, Bladie.âÂ
The scowl on his face deepended. âDonât call me that. And drink the tea. I put honey in it since its anti-inflammatory.âÂ
âYour frown lines are forming prematurely,â you jested, setting the glass of water aside to pick up the steaming cup of tea. The warm mug felt hot against your skin and you felt a droplet of sweat forming on the side of your head. In the blink of an eye, you threw the blankets off your body and fanned yourself dramatically with one hand. You shared a look with Blade. âItâs too hot for tea.âÂ
âItâs not too hot, you just have a fever,â he said with annoyance, walking over to the thermostat and turning down the temperature regardless of his words. âBut you can wait for it to cool down thenââÂ
Before he finished his sentence, you had already taken a sip of the drink. Immediately, you felt a burning sensation on the tip of your tongue and jumped. âOw!â you yelped, placing the mug down and glaring at it. âThatâs hot!âÂ
Blade glared at you. âTea is typically made from hot water. I just told you to wait for it to cool down.â
âBut you said that after you told me to drink it!â you sniffed, nursing your tongue by dipping it into the lukewarm glass of water. âYou canât give a sick person mixed signals like that.â
âYouâre sick, not incompetent.â He paused. âNot more than normal, at least.âÂ
âHey!â you protested. At the sudden overuse of your voice, you felt your throat growing more irritated. You coughed and coughed, taking in deep breaths of air to stop yourself.Â
He folded his arms as he scolded you, âDonât overexert yourself. Get some rest.âÂ
With tears forming around your eyes from coughing, you matched his haughty expression. You croaked out, âYouâre naggy. Did you know that?â
âOnly to those who donât listen.âÂ
âYou tell me like a million different instructions! How can I listen?â you retorted, your headache coming back as your shoulders tensed in irritation.Â
When he noticed your slight wince of pain, Blade sighed and relented. He walked over to the side of your bed and picked up the cup of hot tea. With a blank expression, he blew the surface of the drink, cooling it down until the steam went away.Â
âHere,â he said as he held out the cup to you. âNow drink.âÂ
Your stared open-mouthed at the drink. You felt as if he was giving you whiplash with his crass words and caring actions. You didnât quite know how to feel, but you knew you were at least a bit grateful.Â
Carefully, you sipped the cup of tea Blade gently (and begrudgingly) placed in your hands. This time, you did not feel the scalding heat burn your tongue.Â
âThank you,â you said, chugging as much of the tea as you could. âIt wasnât hot that time.âÂ
He nodded in response, stepping away from the side of your bed once he confirmed you finished your drink. Blade studied you as you laid back in bed, closing your eyes to try to soothe all your ailments. It didnât work, but you would certainly keep trying.Â
Without the blankets covering you, you felt cold again despite the sweat you felt gathering on your forehead. You heard rustling and the clanging of glasses next to you.
When you opened your eyes, you saw Blade walking away with the dirty cups in hand, muttering something about how he wasnât your maid. You smiled weakly, knowing he was doing his best to take care of you regardless of his bitching and moaning.Â
Blade returned with a slightly damp washcloth in hand, folded perfectly into a compact rectangle. You sniffled through your stuffy nose, watching as he held out the washcloth to you, before taking it back last minute. Confused, you pulled your hand back as well.Â
âIâll just do it. Before you mess up somehow,â he said, leaning down by your side and placing the damp washcloth on your forehead.Â
The instant he placed the towel on you, cool relief coursed through your body. You shivered at the sensation, letting out a noise of satisfaction.Â
You peeked one eye open, looking at Blade with another sheepish expression. âThank you. AgainâŚâÂ
âYou donât need to keep thanking me.â
âI do!â you insisted, staying as still as a board despite the passion in your voice. âI know you would rather be out on a mission right now, following Elioâs script with the others. But instead you got stuck here taking care of me.âÂ
He folded his arms as he leaned against the doorframe. âItâs not your fault. Kafka forcibly volunteered me.âÂ
You chuckled lightly at that. It certainly seemed like something Kafka would do. Either to annoy Blade, tease you, or irritate the both of you just for fun.Â
âYou just need to get better soon,â he said as if it were that simple. âThen we can both get back on the field.â
âIs that why youâve been such a good little nurse, Bladie?â you teased, touching your fingertips to the cool washcloth on your forehead.Â
He glared at you, but there was no anger behind the expression. âCall me that one more time and you will see what happens.âÂ
âWill you bring me more hot tea to burn my tongue on?â you asked in mock horror. Despite his menacing-sounding threats, you knew Blade would never hurt you.Â
âIâll bring you room temperature water with no ice,â he promised blankly.Â
Your mouth dropped in surprise and you shook your head fervently, the small towel falling off your face. âNo, please! I wonât call you Bladie again.â
Blade rolled his eyes at your dramatics but immediately went to pick up the fallen washcloth. âStop moving around like that. Youâre going to make your headache worse.â
âSorry, mother.âÂ
He scowled and plopped the washcloth back on your forehead, less gently this time than the first. You stuck your tongue out at him in response before feeling another fit of coughs come your way.Â
Once you managed to soothe your throat and gather your breath, you sighed. âI hate being sick.âÂ
âThen drink more fluids and go to sleep.â Blade grabbed the glass of water from your nightstand and began to walk out with it. âIâll get you some more before you try to rest.â
Closing your eyes shut, you couldnât help but smile to yourself despite your discomfort. He had a rough exterior, but he surprised you with how much effort he put into helping your sick self out.Â
His hidden thoughtfulness was enough to stir something in your stomachâbutterflies, you hoped, and not an unwanted stomach bug to add to your list of ailments. It was unfamiliar to you, but certainly not unwelcome.Â
Blade entered your room one last time for the night, bringing you a new glass of water with a single ice cube, and a fresh new washcloth folded to perfection.Â
You giggled, noticing his attentiveness to detail. âThank you, Bladie. I really appreciate all of this.âÂ
He sighed but didnât argue when he heard that nickname. Thankfully, he did not take the ice cube out of your water and hand the glass to you lukewarm.
âYou are so⌠Youâre welcome,â he relented, replacing the damp towel on your forehead with a fresh and cold one. âNow, hurry up and recover.âÂ
âIâm trying,â you laughed, no longer annoyed by his impatience. âIâm sure I will, with you doting on me like this.â
âI donât dote.â
âWhatever helps you sleep at night, Bladie,â you sang softly, your eyes finally feeling heavy after drinking more water and relaxing your muscles with the help of the cool washcloth. âIâm finally getting sleepyâŚâ
He nodded. âThatâs good.âÂ
âMhm,â you murmured, your voice drifting into a sleepy mumble. ââM tired. Goodnight⌠Blade.âÂ
There was a long pause before you heard Bladeâs response while you drifted off into a deep slumber. âGet well soon, Y/N.â
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