#fucking hell this changes so many things about my upcoming fics

[asterinthewritten]

GENSHIN 5.2 ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS!!!

oh my godoh my gucktign we got so much capitano lore!!!!! HIS NAME STARTS WITH A TH!!! AND HE FUCKING TOOK OFF HIS MASK!!!!! i'm both extremely ecstatic and truly fucking pissed bec WHY DIDNT WEEEEE GET TO SEE HIS FACE !!!! i'm foaming at the mouth he sounds so GOODJFNGJGNFNG

[static-symphony-fm]

you are in love (true love)

now playing: you are in love (taylor's version)

pairing: magnus chase x fem! reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: 5 people who knew magnus was in love with you before you did + 1 sword

an: FIRST FANFIC LETS FUCKING GOOOOO this took so long to write! I love how I accidentally made it blue themed even though that's magnus's least favorite colour 😭 its ok we all know he's canonically a 1989 girly

fun fact i actually took the first picture! i shit you not I was on a road trip with my family READING MAGNUS CHASE and I look up and see THAT SIGN and i SCRAMBLED to take a picture

content/ warnings: 5+1 things, background blitzstone bcs c'mon they're basically canon, shitty writing, kissing ooo spooky, magnus being a simp, there actually isn't a whole lot of reader in this x reader fic, minor allusions to sex stuff, a lot of swearing, weird use of perspective, i was trying to go for third person limited but magnus is the one it's limited to not reader? but reader is referred to using second person? sorry if it's confusing.

1. samirah al-abbas

  if someone had told magnus a year ago that in a couple month’s time, meeting for coffee weekly with one of his best friends and not getting kicked out of the overpriced coffee shop was going to be the most normal thing in his life, he wouldn’t have believed them. probably would have flipped them off, too, and stole their wallet as he walked away. but he’d like to think that he was a changed man, seeing as he was, in fact, in a hipster café in boston, trying not to make fun of all the fancy menu options. like, seriously? who orders a dragon fruit, pomegranate, and kale smoothie?

he realized he’d been thinking for too long and returned his attention to samirah, sitting across from him and discussing wedding plans for her upcoming marriage to amir as she sipped her latte. he noticed the way her eyes seemed to get brighter, and her entire body language conveyed how excited she was as she talked about him. magnus had a fleeting thought about how good it must feel to love someone so unconditionally like that, and have them love you back just as much. 

as if reading his mind, samirah finished her sentence and studied him, tilting her head as she seemed lost in thought, peering at him like he was a calculus problem she couldn’t quite figure out. 

after a few seconds, magnus broke the silence. 

“alright, it’s getting weird. why’re you looking at me like that?”

samirah snapped out of it, focusing on what he was saying.

“nothing, just… do you think you’ll ever get married?”

jeez, that was a loaded question. magnus narrowly avoided choking on his black coffee, swallowing and burning his throat before answering.

 “sam, i’m dead.”

“so? people get married in valhalla all the time. i have been to a very disproportionate amount of weddings in the two years i worked there.”

“yeah? how many of those end in divorce?”

samirah took a long drink of her coffee, swallowing it slowly as she responded.

“forever is a very long time, and no relationship is perfect, but wouldn’t it be better to have someone to spend that time with?”

“…i guess.” magnus accepted, lost in thought. truthfully, samirah was right, like always. if circumstances were different, if he hadn’t died at sixteen, he could imagine himself getting married. settling down. living in a cabin in the forest with two kids. 

a thought came into his mind, entirely of its own accord, of doing all of that with you. your laugh, your soft hair, the way your lips curled up and your eyes widened when you smile. you’d probably be a great mom.

whoa, what the hell? he should definitely not be thinking about getting married to his friend, what the fuck? that is not normal. 

he pushed the weird thought out of his mind as best he could, gulping his coffee and focusing on the burning in his throat and not what he was just thinking. samirah had gone back to talking about amir, and magnus was not going to think about marrying you any longer.

2. alex fierro

after nearly getting his head cut off by alex’s garrote for the third time that day, magnus needed a break. alex had decided that magnus needed to learn to fight without the help of jack, and it wasn't going too well for him. he collapsed on the bench next to alex, chugging half a bottle of water before even taking a breath. alex rolled her eyes. 

“it’s not that hard, you just aren’t fast enough.”

magnus managed to control himself and not say a snarky comment back, but it was a close call. instead, he ignored her, staring straight ahead and not engaging. unfortunately, you were in his direct line of sight, sparring with mallory only a few metres away. alex picked up on this quickly, nudging his side. 

“you like watching y/n fight, huh?” she teased, smirking. damn, why did she have to be so perceptive?

“what? no. shut up.” magnus replied quickly, trying to hide his blush. “i mean… she’s a good fighter. not like i like her or anything like that.” 

“mhm. suuuure you don’t.” alex replied, definitely not believing him. fuck.

“i’m telling the truth!” magnus protested. god, how was arguing with alex harder than physically fighting her? 

“yeah. did you see her necklace today? pretty, right?”

“she’s not even wearing a neck- fuck.” magnus said instantly, before catching himself. 

“go to hell.”  he swore, glaring at alex, who was grinning at him in a way that reminded him a little too much of her mother. 

“you first.”

      3 + 4. blitzen & hearthstone

“magnus? magnus?”

a pale hand reached in front of magnus face, waving and then snapping its fingers, bringing him back to reality. he blinked and looked around at hearth and blitz, sitting across from him in the dining room of the chase space. hearth took his hand back to sign finally, raising his eyebrows sarcastically.

“your head’s way up in the clouds, kid.” blitz remarked, drumming his short, well manicured fingernails on the table, his silver engagement ring glinting.  he was right. magnus definitely was pretty out of it lately. 

probably thinking about y/n, hearth signed. jeez, why did every conversation he had have to be about you? and no, he most certainly was not thinking about you and your pretty eyes and your delicate hands and the way your ass looked in those jeans you were wearing yesterday… jesus fucking christ, he needed to stop.

 he buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly, then raised his head back up so hearth could read his lips, hoping that his blush wasn’t as visible as it felt. 

“i am not thinking about her.” he lied through his teeth. 

“there’s nothing wrong with having a crush, you know.”

ugh, why did they have to act so much like his dads? 

“i don’t have a crush!”

“kid, you’re a terrible liar. everyone can see the way you stare at that girl. now remember, if you’re doing anything intimate, you gotta use protection…”

that’s it. magnus couldn’t stand up from the table fast enough

 “nope! this conversation is ending right now. good talk!”

5. annabeth chase

magnus and annabeth had been walking around new york for the past three hours, trying to make up for the ten years spent apart.  annabeth had shown him her favorite library, and pointed out a bunch of cool architecture in nearby buildings, with a promise to show him and his friends camp half-blood in the summer.

 they were currently taking a break, stopping for lunch at a falafel place that wasn’t quite as good as fadlan’s, but it was still falafel. magnus was enjoying listening to annabeth talk about her architecture projects– she was taking online classes to prepare for the higher level of new rome university’s program. 

magnus loved listening to her talk about things he didn’t understand. as a child he’d always thought she was a genius, the way she always solved puzzles and math problems easily. ten years later, that theory still held up, hearing her go on about a bunch of terms he didn’t understand.

“sorry, i’m probably boring you to tears. you wanna talk about something else?”

annabeth offered.

“no, it’s fine… i really don’t have a lot going on.” magnus replied, smiling politely.

“come on. there’s gotta be something interesting.” an idea seemed to come to annabeth.

“you have a crush on anybody?”

magnus swallowed. 

“no.”

but he was too slow. those steel gray eyes that matched his own were locked on him like a hawk, or maybe an owl. 

“yes, you do. come on. spill!”

magnus stayed silent. he was not telling his cousin about his crushes, but those metallic eyes stayed locked on him. he eventually gave up. annabeth could be scary when she wanted to be.

“fine. fine. her name’s y/n…”

+1. jack

 it was movie night at the chase space. was magnus ever gonna stop calling it that? no. it was cool. shut up. the credits were rolling on some disney movie that alex had insisted on, and everyone else was slowly but surely making their way to their rooms, yawning as they said their good nights. you had been sitting next to magnus on the couch the whole time, and suffice it to say that he had had some trouble concentrating on the film.  

it was just you and him, you in your nirvana t-shirt and gray sweat shorts, and in that moment, he decided to tell you.

 you got up to leave, waving at him, and in a feat of bravery so incredible it would be studied by historians for centuries to come, magnus managed to work up the nerve to speak up. 

“hey, uh, can i talk to you for a sec?”

“sure? what’s up?” you asked as you sat back down.

jesus, what had he gotten himself into? it’s ok, magnus, you got this. you beat loki in a flyting. you can talk to a pretty girl. 

“uh, i was just thinking… i just…” off to a great start, aren’t we? fuck off, voice in his head. he can do this. he took a deep breath.

“i really like you. you're gorgeous and funny and so insanely smart. i’m an atheist but i’m praying to god you feel the same way. will you be my girlfriend?”

you bit your lip, breaking eye contact as you looked off into the distance. fuck. you were gonna say no and then he was never gonna be able to talk to you again and he was gonna have to change his name and move to canada…

“can i kiss you?” 

what.

there were a million things magnus expected you to say, but that was none of them. he managed to stutter out a simple “please…” and then you leaned forward and your lips were on his and magnus chase died.

this felt more like the end of his life than being knocked off a burning bridge and drowning did. his heart was beating a million times a second, and he seemed to have forgotten how breathing worked. your lips were softer than anything he’d ever felt before.

 he managed to reciprocate a little, mostly acting on instinct, and all he could think about was how astronomically better this was than jackie molotov in the seventh grade.

what was he supposed to do with his hands? he was pretty sure that keeping them at his side was the wrong answer, so he moved one to your waist and the other one to the back of your neck, tangling it gently in your soft hair as his lips moved against yours.

gods, he could have stayed like that until ragnarök, but his stupid sword had to ruin the moment. jack started buzzing on his neck sleepily, seeming to have been woken up ungraciously. he hoped that you couldn’t feel it, but that was pretty unlikely, considering how close you were to him. jeez, he was blushing more and more every time he thought about that. 

eventually, you pulled away, smiling a little. 

“good night, magnus.”

he nodded, unable to form words, and managed to stand up and walk back to his room, wide eyed, operating on autopilot. he walked into his room and immediately collapsed backwards onto the bed, staring at the ceiling without blinking, completely still. not a thought passed through his mind for at least ten minutes, till he finally was able to reach up and pull jack’s pendant off of his necklace.

“dude, what happened to blades before babes!?!”

[ell-vellan]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for tagging me, @anneapocalypse ! 🥰 Gives me an excuse to share this tidbit I've been working on refining.

(Anybody reading this, consider yourself tagged :)

Been at the beach this week which is like 80 percent responsible for all the ocean metaphors in the upcoming chapter of my Iron Bull PTSD recovery fic, lol.

I mean, just look at the moody melancholy:

Minor CW for angst, language, mental health.

She breathed in and out, long and slow, and his heartbeat eventually matched to hers, slowing reluctantly. For some reason he thought of the shore. The crash of the waves. In and out. Inevitable. The world kept going, and he kept breathing, in and out. Even when he didn't want to. Neither of them said anything for a long time.  "You ever seen the ocean, El?" Bull asked, surprising himself. His voice was still hoarse. "The real one. Waking Sea doesn't count." "In that case, no," she replied, a smile in her voice. "Why?" "The beaches at Seheron. They were nice, actually. When they weren't…" "A battlefield?" she supplied gently. The weight in his chest was so fucking heavy. Choking him. Had to let some of it out. Something he could bear telling. "Mm-hmm. When the water was clear and nobody was trying to kill me, I'd go sit on the shore. Mostly when shit got bad, and I couldn't see any reason to getting up the next morning. I felt the truth of the Qun closest right there at the edge of the water. The waves coming in and out. Nothing would ever stop the ocean from doing what the ocean did. You looked around, and realized how fucking small you are. How insignificant. Just this deep, infinite, primordial thing. The waves never stop, they never change. It just is." El stroked the base of one of his horns with her fingertips. "It sounds peaceful. Moreso than the Waking Sea." He snorted. "Yeah. Waking Sea is the ocean but angry, all hemmed in on three sides. Just angry waves tossed back and forth trying to break free. Doesn't act the same, feel the same – it wants you dead. And if you're stupid enough to try to cross it, it's gonna do its damndest to make your life hell. The ocean just…doesn't give a fuck about you. No matter how big or important you are, you're nothing. Not even worth its notice. You learn to respect that you mean nothing, learn to deal with your own powerlessness, or it'll just fucking take you without even noticing you were ever there. The ocean will take any illusions you have about being in control, any belief you have in your own strength. No matter what you do, you can't fight it. You can't change it. Not even a little." The re-educators had used this. Replacing his memories of distended bodies washing up on shore like gruesome pale driftwood with this picture of a calm, cold, fathomless sea. Making him make peace with what he couldn't control. Reminding him his only purpose was in the Qun. The Qun was the ocean, and there was no point fighting the waves.

He knew it was shit, it was manipulative, but even still he was grateful for it. "I can see that," El said slowly, diplomatically. He could tell she was still treading carefully. "It helped you to feel powerless?" Bull made a cynical sound. "Guess it did. I already felt powerless, I guess, near the end. Knowing that maybe there was nothing I could do to even make a fucking dent. The war was bigger than me -- had been here before me and always figured it was gonna be here after me. It didn't care what I did, how many people I killed, it was gonna do what it was gonna do." Powerless in the face of the ocean wasn't a failure. It was just a fact.  It is to be.  Would be stupid to blame himself for not keeping the waves from the shore. No one could reasonably expect that of him. It had helped back then, to be reminded he was only a single, minute fraction of a whole. Alone, he was not important or powerful enough to change anything. His men were never going to leave that island. That wasn't something he got to decide. The Qun had demanded their blood and their service, through death, had been what was expected.

Knowing he couldn't change anything helped lessen the gutting failure of never making any of it better.

[imagines-oneshots-galore]

For Science

A/N: Hello all, it’s been a hot fucking minute. Some things have changed in how I write/ When i write/ etc. So I have no idea when I’ll get the time to write. Which brings me to the reason for this fic. I started watching the originals, and was immediately obsessed. Personally, I’m an Elijah girl, but this popped into my head and I couldn’t get it out fast enough. Wrote this in two hours 😅 Hope it’s okay! It was my first time writing for the Mikaelsons.

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

Word Count: 1,587

Summary: It’s the Fourth of July, Klaus isn’t home, Rebekah is oddly silent and Elijah, Hayley and Y/N decide to conduct a scientific experiment.

Warnings: Some saucy implications, swearing, Klaus, innuendos

AO3

Masterlist

Rebekah was up to something, a notion they could all agree on. Elijah, Hayley and Y/N sat on the couch in the living room of the Mansion, not hearing a sound despite knowing she was home. The one person who wasn’t present, was Klaus.

Thus, Rebekah was definitely up to something, but what it could be?

Lots of possibilities, with many different levels of peril, all designed specifically for one Niklaus Mikaelson. They knew they should probably get involved, especially Y/N, whose very boyfriend was the one at risk. But they also knew the outcome would be spectacular, so they all silently decided to do nothing. For now, Y/N would continue to write on her computer, and Hayley and Elijah would continue reading the same book together.

It may be a national holiday, but they had other things that required their attention at the moment.

A loud crash came from above them, followed by a curse only heard by the ones with supernatural hearing. They all looked up to the ceiling, right where they knew that Klaus and Y/N’s room was located. Simultaneously, they looked back to each other, one more silent conversation later, and they returned to their activities.

Hayley felt a buzz against her hip, and she knew it was Elijah’s. She reached between them to grab the phone, opening the notification.

“Klaus just texted saying he was on his way, based on the colorful vocabulary, I’d say the negotiation with Marcel didn’t go as planned,” Hayley said quietly to the group, not loud enough for Rebekah to hear as she showed the text to Elijah.

“He said he’ll be here in a few minutes. I wonder, should we tell her of her expedited deadline?” He muttered, thumbs poised working as he replied to his brother.

“Hell no,” Y/N laughed, and soon as it happened, the three paused, making sure Rebekah wasn’t listening into the conversation now. When nothing was heard yet, they all let out a collective breath.

“I want to see this play out, without interference” She said, softer this time as a wicked smirk came upon all of their faces.

“A scientific experiment, if you will,” Hayley said, suppressing the urge to laugh.

“Yes, for science.” Elijah said, and without another word, they all resumed what they were doing moments ago.

As promised, minutes later, Hayley and Elijah heard the faint hum of Niklaus’s vehicle. Apparently, Rebekah did as well, judging by the way they all heard another curse, followed by a frantic shuffling, and then she ran down the stairs and into the foyer.

She was slightly out of breath, and her eyes looked wild. The most damning piece of evidence was the lone feather sitting in her hair.

It didn’t take a conversation to know they would keep that information to themselves. Letting the cards fall where they may, in the name of knowledge. Rebekah smoothed out her shirt, letting out a breath as she walked over to sit next to Y/N on the adjoining couch. She picked up a random book as the car drew closer.

“I hope that I can trust you all to agree that I was here the whole time,” Rebekah said sweetly, an underlying threat laced in her words as she kept her gaze on the book.

“As long as my room isn’t destroyed,” Y/N said just as sweetly, and Rebekah paled slightly. Y/N may still be human, but she was still able to make Rebekah gulp.

“Rebekah…” She began to warn, right as they heard Klaus make it to the driveway. Only moments now.

“I will fix it myself but please say nothing,” She whispered, speaking fast, pleadingly, and before Y/N could agree or deny, Klaus sped into the mansion. His posture was tense, and his brow was furrowed. They all knew Hayley’s suspicion was correct.

“Marcellus Gerard is a conniving twit and I will be glad when we finally dethrone the treacherous bastard,” He huffed, as his gaze shifted to his girlfriend, and he softened in front of their eyes. He plopped down behind her, pulling her body closer to his chest. His hands traced down her arms as he whispered loud enough for only her to hear. Not that any of them would want to hear whatever it was. Based on their facial expressions, it wasn’t hard to guess what was being said.

“I rather think a long relaxing wash in my multi-headed shower sounds rather spectacular before the upcoming night of festivities” Klaus grinned into her skin. She shivered as she felt his warm breath on her neck, and she began to nod her head. But then she opened her eyes and gazed back upon Rebekah, with the damn feather in her hair.

She quickly thought of an excuse.

“I’ll be up in a moment, I have a couple more things I need to write down before I forget them.” She said, a little breathy. Both at the thought of what was promised, and her being put on the spot. Then another thought crossed her mind, as Klaus nodded, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.

If she didn’t say anything, she would surely not get to experience whatever Klaus was cooking up in his gorgeous head. But if she told him. He might forgive Rebekah’s attempted prank in favor of private time with his girlfriend. She locked eyes with Rebekah, and saw that she knew what Y/N had on the line.

After a tense millisecond, Y/N rolled her eyes, and let Klaus get up without another word. Rebekah breathed out imperceptibly, and Hayley rested her mouth against Elijah’s shoulder to conceal her smile.

Right before he left, Klaus turned and looked at Rebekah.

“There’s a feather in your hair sister,” He said, before turning back around, as Rebekah frantically pulled the feather from her blonde curls.

Klaus finally left with a pleased smile on his face, and suddenly they all felt a bit guilty.

Only for a moment though, he had staked and tortured (except for Y/N and Hayley of course, though Hayley was not immune to his taunts and quips) them many times over the centuries.

“Thanks for telling me,” She growled quietly, and Elijah casually looked up at his sister.

“For the results to be as accurate as possible, we could not interfere” He said matter of factly, as Hayley nearly snorted, her hand gripping his button up shirt. He reached up to grab hers, and brought it to his lips.

Before Rebekah had the chance to ask what the hell he was talking about, they collectively heard Klaus open his door, and then a mechanical grinding. Something that sounded like a liquid fell to the floor as Klaus cried out in clear surprise. Moments later, and a loud wooshing sound was heard.

It was silent for a few moments, and everyone waited in bated breaths for what was to come next.

“REBEKAHHH!” Klaus screamed dramatically, and before the name was even finished, she was out of the door, running away like her life depended on it. Probably because it did.

The group busted out laughing, and Hayley and Y/N looked to each other. Another wooshing sound and there he was.

Covered in thick chocolate syrup and a shit ton of feathers stood a murderous Klaus Mikaelson. Even the stoic Elijah couldn’t help the chuckle that left his lips at the clever prank.

“First, Marcellus turns down a perfectly good exchange of power, then my sister proverbially tars and feathers me, and now I begin to realize that my sweet Y/N let her devoted boyfriend walk right into a trap,” He said, continuing the dramatics as always.

“Happy American Independence Day brother” Elijah sighed, as fireworks started up outside. Hayley turned excitedly to the window, and his gaze turned to her, adoration clear on his face. Without another word, he stood up, Hayley cradled in his arms as she yelped at the sudden movement.

“If you’ll excuse us, I will be going to take my partner to watch the fireworks,” And he ran out of the room before Klaus had the chance to argue, Hayley’s giggle echoing in the wind.

Klaus huffed indignantly, getting himself all worked up again. Y/N lifted the laptop from her lap, setting it to the side so she could make her way to her whining boyfriend.

“I’m going to find Rebekah, and when I do I’ll…” He ranted, Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck, not caring about the sticky transfer of chocolate sauce and feathers onto her clothes. His arms wound around her waist as she quietly interrupted his threats.

“Pretend to laugh it off, to lull her into a false sense of security. Then you’ll come back to me to plan your revenge,” Her lips ghosted over the skin of his neck as she spoke, before her tongue darted up to lick a bit of the dark syrup.

“For now, I promised you a nice long shower,” She said as she pulled away, and met his signature smirk.

“You are truly wicked my dear,” He all but growled, pulling her harder against his body as she giggled. “I believe you are correct, I will most definitely be needing your assistance, love,” And as soon as the words left his lips, he picked her up and ran them to the washroom, the need for revenge forgotten for now.

A solid day's work in the name of Science.

[yungbludy]

the hills have eyes

plot ↬ being attracted to one overwhelming person known as yungblud is alresdy too much for you. adding mgk in the mix is even worse.

warnings ↬ there’s tension here yes yes, smut!! threesome!! fingering & handjobs, writing colson is so fun i didn’t realize how hot he was lol 😳, hint at something going on between colson & dom, dom & reader like each other, maybe a pt 2?

a/n ↬ i know y’all have been wanting this for the LONGEST, and it’s easily my most requested fic. enjoy it!

When you left college with a degree in music production, you never would’ve expected to land in the studio of Yungblud, a young but upcoming artist with his own charm to set him apart from the rest. He was easily the most hyperactive artist you’ve worked with, someone with a truly pure heart that cared deeply for his music and his fans. It was a breath of fresh air, because out of all the artists you’ve worked with—big and small, you don’t think you’ve ever come across someone so genuine.

It was almost fate how you went from being in the studio with him every other week to nearly every day. He loved your presence; you made him see things differently, made him hear things he had never heard before. You made him feel smarter, more experienced.

A friendship blossomed. It was nice, because you didn’t have that many friends when you left college. Dominic introduced you to other people too, such as his band mate Adam, and they adored you. You were the calm before the storm of Dominic in their eyes. You balanced each other out, like some rock n’ roll version of a Yin and Yang.

Before you would hang out in groups. You, Dominic, and maybe a few other friends attending concerts or going to a restaurant together. You liked it—these people knew you and liked you, and you felt like you had a place.

You didn’t know when the... shift started. When it started becoming just you, and Dominic. When he texted you if you wanted to hang out at his place, (not a date or anything, just hanging out lol 🖤). When you still saw your friends, but you were seeing Dominic’s face more and more.

But you knew as soon as that started happening, that the feelings you had for Dominic—as a friend and as a partner, started becoming way too deep way too fast.

And honestly? It scared you. Your last relationship was in college and that didn’t go so well because you both had different outlooks on how you wanted to continue your life. You weren’t ever a relationship type of person and barely found yourself developing fucking crushes on people.

But you were crushing on Dominic. Hard.

As cliche as it sounds, being around him gave you literal butterflies. Seeing texts from him made you smile, and when his arms wrapped around you and he looked at you with all his teeth out, his eyes clenched shut—God. You were falling, and you were falling hard.

That was, until, Colson came into the mix.

You liked some of his music. You weren’t a big fan of “MGK”, and only really knew about him because of the whole beef he had with Eminem. You remembered that one song—fucking Wild Boy, being played in a few clubs and parties during college, but you didn’t have any liking towards him.

But... wow. He and Dominic together were a force to be reckoned with.

Colson was a good person. A loving father and a talented individual—not to mention he was also fucking hilarious too. Having him around in the studio guaranteed no bad days, because he could also make you feel better with a corny joke or a funny assortment of curse words.

You liked him, over time. Not to mention he was drop dead gorgeous, tall and tatted and pierced and just... fuck. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t intimidated by his presence.

But in reality, he was a sweetheart. A gentleman.

So why did you start feeling butterflies for him too?

Having a crush on two people just seemed so out of this world to you that you didn’t even understand it. It made no sense. You and Dominic had known each other longer, and you weren’t dumb—you knew he liked you back. But with Colson.. you didn’t know if those butterflies were in your stomach, or if they were somewhere were they definitely, definitely shouldn’t fucking be.

You were good at controlling yourself when it came to these two. It had been a few weeks since you’ve met Colson and two months since you met Dominic. They were working on music together—a song, that they didn’t know what to title yet, and you were right there, helping them with everything.

This also meant that they were together. All. Of. The. Time.

Having two extremely attractive men, men that you were also extremely attracted too together all the time was going to be very bad for your health. But all three of you had a main goal at the end of the day, and that was to make a song together. They wanted to make a song that pertained to them, that took both of their struggles and related them to each other. Being Dominic’s right-hand-man at this point, you were more than happy to oblige in helping.

But you just didn’t know what you were getting yourself into.

“Maybe some shit that’s like, kinda emo, kinda not?”

“Kells, man... you need to /make/ that make sense.”

You can’t help the laugh that leaves you, smiling when both of their heads turn towards you.

“Y’all are just cute when you bicker.”

“Y/NNNNN,” Colson whines a little, his arms stretching to drape over your body. God, he has so many tattoos that you couldn’t possibly count them on your two hands and feet. “Help us. I’ve never been this stuck on a song.”

“Well, a mix of punk and rap, right?” You asked, humming as you scoot up to your monitor, going through a list of sample beats you always stored when songs were being made.

“That sounds ‘bout right,” Dominic spoke, both of his elbows being placed on his knees as he looked up at you. “Think that’s a perfect mix of us two, yeah?”

You picked out some beats—layering some, taking some away. While this process could be therapeutic to you, it could be also quite annoying, and it would’ve been if it wasn’t for the two grown men looming over your shoulder.

“What about this one,” you almost jumped as you heard Colson right near your ear, his voice powered into a whisper. He reached over you, his skin brushing against yours and you had to force yourself to look at the screen. Jesus Christ, you really needed to get laid. “How’s that?”

“‘ts good. I like it fo’ now!” Dominic joked, and a laugh rumbled in you stomach. “If we don’t like it, we could always change it tomoro or somethin’.”

“Okay, well, beats settled... now we need some lyrics.” you spoke, backing up a little—you would’ve backed up farther if Colson’s arm wasn’t on the back of your chair. “Got any?”

Silence. You rolled your eyes—you had told them days prior to come with lyrics. Nothing had to rhyme, but something to make an idea off of.

“Too busy clubbing to write lyrics-great.” you huffed, shaking your head as you stood to leave, but two hands reached out to stop you.

“Sorryyy, that’s our fault, really.” Colson spoke, locking eyes with you when you turned to look at the both of them. “Let’s make some together, yeah? All three of us motherfuckers. You know we couldn’t make up good lyrics without you anyway.”

You caved. Goddammit, he was so good at charming you and so good at fucking /flirting/. You found yourself sitting back down with a notebook out in just a few minutes of playful begging from the two of them.

“Since I watched The Hills Have Eyes for the first time yesterday with you two wankstains, I think that should be incorporated into here~” Dominic giggled, scribbling down the title of the infamous horror movie on a piece of notebook paper. “Where did all that shit happen, by the way? New York, Cali, Las Ve-“

“No, dipshit, Nevada. Did you watch the movie at all?” Colson huffed, reaching over to flick Dominic in the center of his forehead, in which the British male playfully bit down on Colson’s finger. The blonde grinned, and your eyebrows furrowed. What the hell?

“Nevada’s by Cali so we’re using California.” Dominic shrugged, scribbling more words down. “How’s... I wunna hide in the hills of California—but these hills have eyes, and I have paranoia?”

It took you a minute but you eventually nodded at it. “If we revise it a little bit then—yeah, that could work!”

“Awesome! Maybe you should get on your shit, Kells.” Dominic teased him, pink tongue pointing out at Colson, and your lips twitched.

“Fuck off.” Colson continued that grin—that little smirk, like they both knew something you didn’t. The day dragged on—more lyrics, more laughing, more inside jokes. By the time the session ended you were exhausted, your head kinda hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to head home and sleep, but Dominic stopped you before you left completely.

“Are you alright?” he asked, your hand in his as he looked at you with slight worry. His hair was pushed back, so he looked just too adorable with his forehead out and crinkled. He was worried. Worried about you, and that made your heart flutter.

“I think I’m good, just a little tired,” you offered a reassuring smile, lifting your bag up to your shoulder. “Why?”

“You seemed a little out of it,” he remarked, keeping your hand in his as he started to walk next to you. This was normal—Dominic walking you out to your car, then watching you drive to your apartment after he gave you a kiss goodbye, of course; some of them were on your forehead, some cheeks, and most recently, he’s teasingly brushed his lips against yours, only to see you blush and frantically push him away. “Just making sure you’re alright.”

“I’ll be okay, Dom,” you snicker, but you just love the fact that he can see through you. See when you’re uncomfortable or feel weird. “Thanks, though.”

“Of course darlin’,” his voice has dropped in volume and when you look at him, his eyes are boring into yours. You blink. “Drive home safe, yeah?!”

Both of his hands grab your face, squishing your cheeks—and you sputter a laugh as he kisses all over your face. Covering your forehead, your nose, your cheeks—and finally resting at your lips.

It’s like time has stopped. You smile, feeling warm—his hands haven’t left your face and you can feel his warm breath against your mouth. He leans in closer, and you feel that familiar thrum in your chest, his lips brushing against yours one, two, three times, before he only pecks you and pulls away.

You don’t even remember closing your eyes, but when they open, he’s walking back into the building, leaving you feeling lost.

To make it up for you for yesterday, the dynamic duo wanted to spend the entire day getting a good portion of the song done. This meant you had to wake up at nine am to be at the studio, something you were definitely not looking forward to, but you couldn’t complain about it. You three had a pretty good work ethnic, so you knew once you would get there, time would probably fly by.

You came to the studio in some fuzzy Hello Kitty pajama pants and a long sleeved shirt, not bothering to dress up too much since you would possibly be here all day. You didn’t look your best, but by the way Dominic’s eyes scanned you when you walked into the studio, you doubted he really cared.

“Well hello kitty-kat,” you heard Colson’s amused tone from the small couch by the door behind you, his body approaching yours to walk past you. His hand slipped over your waist, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. “Doesn’t Y/N just look the absolute cutest.”

“Shut up, asshole.” You grumbled, your cheeks hot as you ditched your slippers and made your way to your seat. You stretched, hearing some bones crack in your back, a tired yawn leaving your lips before returning to your sitting position and opening up your notebook. “So. Where are we starting today?”

When you looked up, both of them looked a little dazed—but the expressions disappeared in just a few seconds. That was weird.

“Welllll, I think I’ve got a title,” Dominic grinned cheekily, standing up with his hands clasped. “I liked what ya said yesterday... I think I’m good. That sounds pretty—American, doesn’t it?”

“Eh...” you started, but quickly took it back when Dominic’s face fell almost comically. “No! It’s not bad, but, I don’t know... how about another word, other than good?”

“Fine?” Dominic asked, looking at you with a smirk. Confusion racked through you.

“Okay,” Colson spoke up, reading over the page of lyrics with narrowed, concentrated eyes. “I think I’m okay.”

You contemplated it. It reminded you of My Chemical Romance, but there wasn’t anything wrong with that... their fans would probably like that, too.”

“I think I’m okay. Yeah, I like that.” you smiled, moving to your monitor to title the beats you already had. I Think I’m Okay.

“Perfect.” you beamed. “Now let’s get to work.”

The day went by pretty smoothly. Dominic and Colson worked better than you thought, and in your opinion, you were the icing to their cake. Being a producer meant you were there to perfect things—add something to make them sound just a tad bit better, to make the song flow just a little smoother. Perfecting the beats was something you absolutely adored to do, especially when you felt them both staring at the side of your face as you did it.

They admired you. And that sent shivers down your spine.

“Jesus fuck, ‘m hungry.” you grumbled. The clock above your head read two pm, meaning you had been here for six hours total. It wouldn’t have seemed like that if your stomach wasn’t grumbling like crazy.

“We can tell.” Colson joked, his fingers poking at your tummy. “Kitty’s talking to us.”

You knew it didn’t mean to be an innuendo, but you took it that way, and you’re sure Dominic probably did too with the expression that crossed his face.

“I’ll order some pizza.” Dominic sung out, British accent flowing through the air as he stood to grab his phone and leave. You had been alone with Colson once before, but that was before you recognized your attraction towards the male. Now, you were very, very aware of the fact.

“Cmon kitty, you’ve been sitting in that chair for hours and I know that ass hurts,” Colson smirked knowingly, grabbing your hands to lift you out of your seat. “Lemme help you stretch~”

“I don’t need help, you damn skyscraper.” You said stubbornly, but Colson paid no mind to you, grabbing both of your arms and lifting them above your head. It did make you feel much better, and you would’ve stayed in the position if his long fingers didn’t suddenly dig in your sides and under your armpit.

“I-get off of me!” you laughed loudly, squirming in his tight hold as he squeezed you even closer to his body. You could feel his chest press against your back, but you weren’t focused on it, just how much you were laughing from his antics.

“Hell nah! I’ve barely seen you laugh today, kitty~” he purred into your ear, and your thighs clenched. “Keep on fighting, nothing will happen babe.”

“Fuck you!” you shouted, successfully finding your way out of his grasp, but that didn’t stop him at all. He grabbed you again and while he did so, you were moving backwards—eventually landing you both on the small couch in the room. You wiggled your arms through his grip, letting your fingers dig into his sides in a similar manner—and your smile hurt with how loud he started laughing afterwards. You were sure after the short five minutes the tickle attack took that you were all over the place, and so was he—panting on top of you with both arms over your body.

“You’re an asshole.” you murmured against his shoulder, since his body was draped over yours. You wished it would’ve stayed that way, because he lifted himself, and you turned into jelly with how he looked at you—and that stupid fucking grin that spread across his face.

“Got you to laugh, didn’t I?” he asked, rolling off of you. The warmth that left your body—from your stomach, ribs, and a few inches below your bra, told you that the tickle fight was much, much more than that.

A month had passed since that day. It was more then enough time for more tension filled encounters—more of Colson’s hands on you, more of Dominic’s teasing kisses. It had gotten so bad that you needed to excuse yourself in the middle of a session to calm yourself down in the bathroom, because holy hell. Those boys were a lot—and the fact you had the audacity to think about taking both of them at once. You literally could never.

The song wasn’t that hard to make. With a few more helping hands, plus your expertise and their work as well, it was nearly done. Final vocals just needed to be recorded and some cleans up—and then, I Think I’m Okay would be released to the world.

This Friday would be a night that all three of you would go out clubbing, but you decided to visit the studio to listen to the rough draft the two had recorded previously. You were in matching all black outfits which definitely wasn’t planned. The dress you were wearing was a bit out of your comfort zone, but you decided—why not? You wouldn’t be the only girl there and you knew you looked decent, at least.

“Wow,” you murmur, a little speechless as the rough vocals of I Think I’m Okay fill the studio at full volume. The lights are off because it’s dark, so the only source of light in the room is your monitor. “Wow. We fucked this up.”

“What?!” Dominic shouted, eyes wide. You laughed.

“Not in that way! I mean, we fucked this, in a really good way.” you said, excited, bouncing a little in your seat. “Fuuuck, can’t wait to release this shit.”

Colson’s hand is hot and heavy when you feel it against your thigh, playing with the hem of your dress. “Couldn’t do it without you, kitty.”

You swallow. No, not tonight. You were going to have fun tonight. Not be in a state of sexual frustration because of these two.

“Right,” Dominic hummed, and you freeze when his arm wraps around your waist, his chin on your shoulder. “Y/N, I never really thank ya properly for all you do for me, do I?”

“Huh? Of course you do.” you tell him, but you’re a bit distracted by Colson’s wandering hand. It shifts, moving to the inside of your thigh, rubbing softly at your skin. His thumb is close, too close to your pussy, but you don’t push his hand away, because you don’t want to.

You like it. You want his hand to come closer, just a little closer—

“I don’t,” Dominic whispers, those thick lips brushing against your ear, and you almost jump out of your skin. “I should.”

“Dom...” you whisper nervously, eyes widening when his hand slides to the middle of your back and up your spine, fingers locking at the zipper. The slide of your dress being unzipped goes along perfectly o the tempo of the song, and so does Colson’s molding of your thigh, his hand eventually finding way because your closed legs, pressing right up against your underwear.

“Think the kitty wants me,” Colson sighs huskily, and your jaw drops. Holy fuck. “Am I wrong?”

“Is he?” Dominic presses when you don’t answer, his hand somehow making its way inside your dress, finding its way to your sleeves and yanking them down. Oh, fuck. “Ya want us both, don’t ya darlin’?”

“Oh my god.” is all you can whisper, earning chuckles from both of the men who play so deviously with your body. Colson finds your clit with no help at all, pressing against the little bud, right as Dominic takes both of your breasts out of your bra and palms them hungrily. Two sets of hands touching you makes your head roll back, and you can only comply as one of Colson’s hands presses against your left thigh, spreading your legs open.

“Put your legs on the desk for me, pretty,” he whispers and you do so, heels still on your feet. “Mm, yeah, that’s good—damn, look at you. So fucking hot.”

To your surprise, it seems like Colson is doing most of the talking, since Dominic’s mouth finds itself on one your perked nipples. He sucks it into his mouth, making it all pert and wet and your toes curl against the velvet surface of your shoe.

“When I had you on that couch, I wanted to ram the shit out of you, even if you were wearing those stupid ass pants,” Colson tells you, slipping your panties to the side and dragging his fingers up your slit. You’re almost embarrassed from how wet you sound. “Had to remember the British cunt has a little crush on you, though. Didn’t wanna break his heart.”

“Fuck off, ya asshole.” Dominic’s mouth leaves your breast, cheeks red at the fact that he was just exposed like that. “I was gonna tell her that my fookin self!”

“You’re telling me she didn’t know?” Colson chuckled, one of his hands grabbing your chin to roll your head towards him. “Did you?”

“Mmf—I-I knew,” you murmured helplessly, your back aching as two long, thin fingers push inside of you, spreading themselves. “Always knew.”

“But I like you too, kitty, maybe like you even more than him,” Colson smirks, his mouth pressing against yours, and you bite down on his lip when Dominic bites down against your nipple. “Now we’re both gonna make our girl cum.”

Our girl.

You could cum from those words alone.

Colson’s fingers work magic inside of you, pressing further until you feel lightheaded, then easing themselves out and repeating the process. Dominic’s fingers find your clit, rubbing it quicker then the pink vibrator you used before even getting dressed. Your hands are against both of their thighs as your body grinds down against them, both of their mouths meeting yours at different times, kissing you or letting you moan out against their mouths. I Think I’m Okay plays over and over again with no one to stop it, hiding your loud sounds.

You’re close. So, so close, but you don’t want to cum without giving them some type of pleasure—so, to the best of your ability, you start to unzip their pants, bulges very angry underneath the fabric.

“Ooh, fook yeah,” Dominic whispers, taking his jeans off quickly and wrapping your hand around his cock, going cross eyed at the feeling. “Yeah, jerk my fuckin cock.”

Colson isn’t too far behind in revealing himself. You try to stroke them both, but you’re so overwhelmed that sometimes your pace quickens on one and slows on the other. Their bodies are pressed as tightly as they can be against yours, and sometimes wet fingers find their way against your neck, or grabbing at your chests—with wide open mouths against your face.

“I-I think I’m gonna cum,” your pant out, your hips rolling in circles and your grip on their cocks growing even tighter, causing them to make their own sounds of delight. “So close-“

“Cum, kitty kitty,” Colson tells you, his lips wrapping around your earlobe. “Soak this fucking chair, pretty.”

And that’s exactly what you do.

Dominic busts right after you, feeling your clit spasm against his fingers was enough to send him over the edge. Colson isn’t too far behind, getting extra leverage because of both of your cum covered hands jerking him off until he shoots his seed out as far as it can go. It’s a heavenly sight, and for the first time you hear him whimper—a sound that’ll be engraved in your mind for days.

You three sit there, panting, covered in sweat and cum. You lick your lips, your hearing picking up the two shifting to clean you up and dress you, much to your confusion.

“What? You think you were gonna cum once tonight and that would be it?” Colson chuckled, already helping you out of your chair.

“Just wait till we get to this club,” Dominic continues, his hand tightly groping your ass. “You’re gonna have the night of your fucking life.”

And you’re certain that you will.

[bloody-peach]

Voyeur (FNAF: SB - David [OC] x Peach [OC] smut)

(Above art by @fatgumsupremacy)

Author’s Notes: Ok, so my bestie Festen and I have been doing a thing where we ship our FNAF OCs together in a poly relationship and I decided to make several fics and add them to my upcoming comic series. This fic is the first in what will be many (depending on how many ideas I have). This first one includes one of Festen’s OCs, David, who is pictured above, and my OC, Peach. 

Goody Bag: Fluff, some angst, voyeurism, f masturbation, nudity, grinding, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), vaginal sex, pet names, Spanish pet names (best to use google translate if you don’t know), groping, creampie, cursing (I’ll add more if I think of any)

Taglist: @fatgumsupremacy @koi-fish69 @deleteddewewted @omniuravity​ (the last few, I’m not sure you’ll enjoy it, I just didn’t want Festen to be lonely)

Now Playing (what I listened to while writing this): Solar Fake - Your Hell Is Here (Acoustic) - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijSbq2nUVvs [It just fit for some reason. Probably because of the angst and fluff]

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Peach had known David for quite a while since they lived in the same apartment complex, right next to each other in fact. The day she moved to the complex was when they met, he saw her moving stuff in all by herself, so he helped her out. When Peach first saw him, she couldn't help but get flustered over this cute guy helping her out who just so happened to be her next door neighbor. While he could be kind of a jerk, she knew it wasn't out of malice. Dude was just snarky and playful about it, nothing wrong with that, she figured.

Turns out they both worked at the Pizza Plex in town; he ran the raceway while she was Sun and Moon’s caretaker. When either of them had time, they would visit one another, and at home, they hung out and she even met his two other friends, Marcus and Cornell. As time went on, Peach realized she started to develop a crush on David, which soon turned to love, but she believed that he didn’t feel the same way, so she kept her feelings quiet and tried not to act differently around him.

But one night changed it all.

It was a dark and rainy night, the lights from the cars on the road and nearby buildings making the wet roads shine. Peach had come back from work, completely soaked from the rain, from her head to her toes. She got her mail as she called herself an idiot for not bringing an umbrella to work, and she noticed that David hadn’t gotten his mail yet. ‘Might as well bring his up while I’m getting mine,’ she thought.

She grabbed both mail piles and after she dropped hers off at her place, she went towards his. She knew he was home, since she saw his car in the parking lot, so she knocked on the door, saying, “Hey, Dave? It’s me, Peach. You there?” Nothing. ‘Maybe he’s sleeping. I’ll just slide it under the door then.” She bent down and noticed that the space under the door wasn’t big enough. She tried doing it one by one, but they wouldn’t even go through the slit. ‘Shit,’ she thought. She tried to figure out what to do, because if she held onto his mail, he’d probably see her as some obsessed stalker and then she had an idea pop in. ‘Ok, maybe by some chance, he left his door open. I can secretly leave it on the counter and leave. And if that doesn’t work, I’m fucked.’

So she slowly reached for the doorknob and once she grabbed it, she slowly turned it, and was surprised to see that it was unlocked. She slowly opened the door and peeked inside. “Uhm...D...Dave..? I..It’s just me..” No response. The place was dark, save for a lamp in the corner of the living room and a light above the kitchen sink. She tiptoed into the apartment and carefully put the mail on the kitchen counter. It was then that she heard water running. She turned towards the sound and saw that there was a light and slight steam coming from his bathroom, the door cracked open a sliver. Oh, he was....showering...

Peach felt the intense urge to go for a closer look, but she already knew she was risking a lot just being in his place without him knowing. But her curiosity and her hormones got the better of her, so she gulped and thought, ‘Ok, just a tiny peek, and then we leave. He won’t even notice.’ She slowly crept to the door and peeked through it, and almost lost it.

The showers in the complex were the sliding glass type but they were straight plate glass, not the usual warped wavy type of glass, so you could see everything and more. Peach could see the soap suds drip down David’s tan and lean body. He had a nice slight-muscular build and he was a bit hairier than other men of his body type. She watched as the water and soap suds slid down his body and over his tattoos.

She instantly felt her pussy starting to twitch; she was definitely turned on by this. She tried to fight it, but she just couldn’t look away from David’s nude body. To her, it was almost like looking at a God from Olympus. Before she knew it, she had her hand down her pants, gently rubbing her throbbing clit. She had the ability to stay completely silent whenever she masturbated, to keep David from hearing her at night whenever she got aroused. She felt her face grow hot and her pussy needing more, so she slid a finger inside, and fought not to moan as she kept watching. She felt so embarrassed that she was doing this inside his apartment while watching him shower, a peeping tom, but she couldn’t help herself.

She then saw him reach lower towards his groin and start to wash his privates, his cock starting to grow hard from the interaction. Peach was gobsmacked at the size of it as she felt her mouth start to water and she stuck a second finger inside her. God, it had to be 6 1/2 inches, she thought, and good lord was it thick and veiny. When he was finished and rinsed the soap off, she then saw that he had a Jacob’s Ladder piercing underneath, going down the length of his cock.

Peach mindlessly inched a bit closer, but that caused her to slip on her wet socks and fall forward. She pulled her hand out of her pants to try to catch herself, but she fell through the door, her head hitting the sink and landing hard on the floor with a loud THUMP! “OW!” She yelled, which was followed by a familiar voice exclaiming, “Peach!” The shower door slammed open and David rushed out and went to Peach. “Are you okay?” Peach got up and rubbed where she hit her head, groaning and squeezing her eyes closed to keep tears from coming out. David took her wrist to look at the spot she was rubbing, and he said, “Mierda. That's gonna leave a mark. Hm, doesn’t look like anything but a bruise.” Peach then opened her eyes and raised her head, seeing that David was in front of her, kneeling down, completely naked.

She was caught.

As a heavy blush grew on her face, she quickly stood up straight and said all in one breath, “I’msosorryimeanttoleaveyourmailherebutigotdistractedandsawyoulikethisireallyshouldstoptalkingokayi’mgonnagonowlet’spretendthisneverhappenedandpretendiwasneverhereBYE!!” She quickly turned and started to bolt. “Hold it, mirona.” Dave grabbed her, wrapped his arms around her, and pinned her back to his chest, preventing any means of escape. Peach froze, shut her eyes tight, and silently prepared for death, but he didn’t say a word. She noticed that he wasn’t doing anything. His grip wasn't that tight either, just holding her close, like...he was hugging her. The silence was torturing Peach, but all she could say was, “P...P...Please don’t be mad...” “I’m not mad, Peach.” This caused her to open her eyes and ask, “Y..You’re not?” “No, I’m not. It’s just you. We’re friends, remember?”

Those words felt like a stab in the chest to her. She didn’t even hear him say, “I’m just glad you’re okay.” All she could focus on was the word ‘friend’. She dreaded hearing that word come from his mouth when he referred to her. That word meant that she would never mean anything more to him than that, just a friend. She felt her heart shatter in her chest as tears started flowing down her face. She tried to hold her cries in, but a few sniffles escaped, drawing David’s attention. “Are you crying?” “No..” “Don't lie to me. Listen to yourself. You’re crying. Why?” She yanked herself away from his hold and just stood there, her hands gripping onto her drenched pants. “Not like you’d care...” “Of course I'd care. I told you, we’re friends.” “Yeah.....just friends....only friends...” “The hell’s that supposed to mean? You got a problem with that?” “No..it’s just...” Peach couldn’t finish the sentence as more tears fell from her eyes, causing her to rub her eyes with her sleeve, but the rain water along with more tears got her face wet again.

After that, David put a towel around him, and grabbed her arm. “Come on, you’re soaked. We gotta get those off of ya before ya get sick.” Peach was confused as he turned her around to face him and started wiping her tears away. “And quit crying. I hate when you do that.” Before she could react, he pulled her out of the bathroom and towards the living area, throwing her onto the couch and pulling her shirt off. He was like a parent getting their kid's muddy clothes off, focused on the task at hand and not even saying a word. “H-Hey! W-What are you doi-? Hold it-!” was all Peach could say, but David had the upper hand, pulling her pants down and off her ankles, throwing them to the side. She was left in her bra and panties, but they ended up soaked too, so he started pulling them off. “Whoa, wait a min-! Wha-?!” When he took the panties off, he saw the pink winged heart tattoo on her belly and commented, “Cute tattoo you got there.” That left Peach blushing and frozen in shyness that she didn’t even realize that she was completely nude. After that, he grabbed her arm and brought her to the counter top, brushing the mail off it and onto the floor, then lifting Peach up to sit on the counter top in front of him. She tried to escape, but he put himself between her legs and held her arms down, preventing any escape.

“Let me go!” “Not until you tell me what's going on with you.” Peach still struggled to get out of his grasp, but he wouldn’t budge. Peach started to cry again, pleading, “Please don’t make me do this...” “And what’s with the crying? You’re not hurt that bad, are you? Did something happen?” Peach kept crying, clearly scared of being put in this position. David sighed and said calmly, “Hey, hey.” He put his hand on her cheek, lifting it up to look at him, and wiping a tear away with his thumb. She saw that he had a softer expression on his face. “I said, I’m not mad at you. You're starting to make me worry. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

Peach knew that there was no choice: She had to come clean. She put her head down and said demurely, “You called me your friend...” “Yeah, so? You don’t wanna be?” “It's not like that, it’s just that...I....I...” She then rested her head on his chest, eyes all out of tears, and said, “I love you... I’ve felt this way for a long time...I...I want to be more than friends with you...but when you called me your friend, it solidified my place in your life, as nothing more than a friend. That’s why I was crying...” While she did feel better having that off her chest, she was mentally preparing herself for rejection, emotionally shutting herself down.

David put a hand on top of her head, saying, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for you to tell me that?”

Peach came back from her shutdown mode and raised her head, asking, “What..?” David looked at her and said, “A month. I’ve been waiting for a whole damn month. Took you long enough.” “What do you mean..?” He groaned and said, “Cabrona.”

He pulled her head towards him and their lips met.

Peach was blindsided by this. Was she dreaming? She had to have been. There’s no way that Dave could be kissing her right now. But the feeling of his lips on hers and his tongue roaming her mouth made her realize she wasn’t dreaming. This was real.

She put her arms around him and kissed him back, small moans escaping her mouth and entering his. This caused him to put both his hands on her hips and pull her closer to him, her crotch grinding against the towel, his fingers slightly digging into her skin. He broke the kiss, their breaths hot and heavy, and said, “I think I know why you spied on me.” “You do..?” It was then that he dropped the towel entirely, revealing that his cock was rock hard. He gripped the base and let his cock rest on Peach’s groin and belly, the tip reaching her tattoo. “You just wanted this, didn’t you?” He asked softly, a smirk on his face.

Peach’s face grew hot and she could feel her heart race, along with her lower half tensing up and her pussy starting to twitch. His cock felt so hot against her cool body, and she could feel the metal from the Jacob’s Ladder pressing onto her skin. She felt shy about it, having to turn away before saying, ”..Probably..” He put his lips against her neck and brought his hand up to grope one of her breasts, causing her to gasp softly from the sudden warmth. “If you wanted me to fuck you, you could’ve just asked, babe. Didn’t have to cry about it.” “I..wanted to...but I didn’t think you’d feel the same way...” “And this is what you get for assuming.” He then started to pinch and pull on her hardened nipple, causing her to whimper. Her nipples were very sensitive, so this caused shocks of pain to shoot through her breast. “Ah! I..I’m sorry! Please..I..I want..” “You want what, babe? I might just give it to you.” he asked with his lips brushing against her neck as he started kneading her nipple. “I...I want you...Please....please fuck me..” “Can do.”

He let go of her nipple and brought her face back to his, kissing her deep as he put his hands on her ass, holding her close and lifting her up, taking her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed. Once he was on top of her, his hands started roaming her entire body as he started to kiss down her neck and collarbone. Peach’s body felt like it was on fire with each touch from David. Each moan David heard from her drove him insane to the point of wanting to just stick it in her already, but he knew he had to slow down for her sake. His mouth and hands soon reached her breasts, as he licked and sucked and gently bit on one nipple, while kneading and pinching the other. Peach could feel the gap in his teeth graze along her sensitive nipple. Soon, he started to kiss down her belly and above her groin until he lifted her hips to bring her pussy up closer. He marveled at how completely smooth she kept the area, almost like she shaved it just for him.

He chuckled as he said, "Damn babe, you're soaked." Peach got shy and said, "Please..D..Don't stare so much.." "Alright, I'll do this instead." He then gave her pussy a slow gentle lick to get a taste of her, making her let out a shuddering gasp. He realized that she tasted very sweet, like a fruit that he couldn't pin down the name of. All he knew was that he loved it and wanted more. He put his mouth over her pussy and started licking as much as he could, causing Peach to moan and squirm a bit. "Ahh! D-David, not there! I'm-! Hahh! David, I want you now!!" David just kept at it, his tongue deep in her cavern, getting as much of her juice as he could. There was so much of it, that it started to drip from his chin. He then lifted his face away, a small string of juice connecting her pussy and his mouth for a brief moment.

He climbed up so he was looking her in the eyes and said, "You really live up to your name, durazno." Peach blushed red and had to look away because she was too shy. "I’m not that good...” “Of course you are. You're irresistible, babe." Peach turned to face him, but was met with him kissing her deeply. She kissed him back, moaning as he soon reached his hand down and slid two fingers into her pussy, moving them in and out. After a bit, he broke the kiss and asked, "You like your taste?" He brought his soaked fingers up to his face and Peach could only watch as he put them into his mouth to clean them, one by one.

After that, he pulled back and grabbed the base of his cock and rubbed the length against her lower lips, the piercing brushing against her clit and the tip dribbling pre-cum. Peach couldn't help but ask, "D..David...d..doesn't that hurt..?" He figured out she was referring to the piercing rubbing on her and he smiled. He found it so sweet that she was worried about him. "No, it feels amazing. Here, I'll show you." With that, he started to push the head against her opening until it broke through and his cock slid in with ease, causing Peach to moan out. David bit his lip as he bottomed out, loving how tight she felt. "Ahh fuck.." he whispered.

Peach was grabbing the sheets tightly, her body riddled with pleasure. David then started to move slowly, causing Peach to moan softly. He really wanted to start pounding her, but he wanted this to last as long as possible, just enjoying the feeling of Peach's walls gripping onto his cock. He bent down to face Peach and he asked, "How's it feel, baby girl..? Does it feel good..?" Peach responded, "Y..Yes..it..it feels so good..ohh god.." Peach reached out and hugged David, his head over her shoulder and her hand on the back of his head, fingers going through his hair. "More...please...fuck me more..." she said softly. It didn't take long for him to oblige, increasing his speed. As he listened to Peach's moans for him, he wondered why in the hell he waited so long for this. He should've just asked her out first so they could've done this sooner.

He then held Peach and sat up, letting her sit in his lap, which caused her to bring her head back and moan as his cock hit a spot deep inside. She instantly started to move her hips and ride him, which made David smile. He must've turned her on something fierce, he thought. "Tell me how you're feeling, doll," he whispered in her ear. "I..it's in so deep...s..so big...I..I can hardly think anymore..!" "No need to, mi alma. Just let go and let me make you feel good." He laid her back down and grabbed her hips, controlling how deep and how hard he went. He couldn't help but say, "mmm..that's it..take it, take it all...ah, fuck yeah..."

Both of them were in pure bliss as it went on. At one point, David had Peach in his lap, facing away from him and he held her breasts as she rode him, the piercing rubbing against spots Peach didn't even know she had. "You're clamping onto me so tight...glad to see my little plan got you so hot.." "P..plan..?" "Oh yeah..I had the whole thing set up. The unlocked door, the bathroom door being open, it was all just to pull you in..did you like the show?" He pinched on one of her nipples to get a response. "Y..yes..! I..I did!" "Yeah, I could tell..I could see you the whole time..how about next time, you just come in and join me? Would you like that? Yeah?" "Y..Yes..! I..I'd love it..! I..I'm gonna cum..!" "Okay, I'll let you cum. But on one condition. From now on, you'll be mine. Anytime you want me, just ask and I'll fuck that little pussy of yours into oblivion." "O..Okay! I'll be yours! Just please let me cum..! I want you to cum in me..!" "Okay, princesa."

He then reached down and rubbed Peach's clit, which drove her over the edge and caused an earth-shattering orgasm. As her orgasm crashed over her, she could feel David's hot cum fill her up. Once they both finished, he laid her down and marveled at the mess they made until he flopped next to her, both of them panting from exhaustion. After a minute, they looked at each other, smiled, and held hands, letting the afterglow set in. Peach let out a breathy, "I love you." "I love you too," he said. After the whole ride, they were left with sweat all over their bodies and strands of cum where they were connected.

Guess another shower was in order.

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Sparring Partners

Chapter Two: Preparation

A/N: Thank you guys so much for the love on the first Chapter of this fic, I hope you enjoy this one just as much. I’m aiming to post a new chapter each week, not sure yet how many chapters this’ll have yet. Feedback and comments as always are so welcome, I’d love to hear your thoughts, and if you’d like to be tagged for the upcoming chapters just let me know! xxx

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F! Reader

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Summary: You and Agent Whiskey are long time rivals. As Statesman agents you both have been put up for the same promotion and this mission is your final chance to prove yourself. Have you got what it takes?

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CHAPTER TWO: Preparation

You both leave the conference room minds reeling from all the information that was just given to you.

As one of the younger agents at Statesman, being chosen as a potential candidate for Champ’s position was a real honour. It showed that Champ really thought highly of you and your skills. After 8 years of working as an agent, going on your fair share of dangerous and difficult missions, taking a bullet more than once, and now training the new recruits with Tequila, you knew you had worked your ass off to get where you were.  However, even with all this experience it paled in comparison to some of the more senior agents, some with 10 or more years under their belt. Hell, the person you were up against had been on the job for about 15 years, making a name for himself as one of the most fearsome agents that Statesman had to offer. You knew for a fact that Whiskey had been hoping for this position eventually, it had been something he mentioned to other agents that you heard in passing. At the top of his game and at the height of his career you realised, this cowboy was going to be one hell of a challenge to go up against.

Whiskey mulled over this new mission and Champ’s offer over and over in his mind. He wasn’t particularly surprised that Champ had propositioned him as a potential candidate for this position, he was one of the most senior agents at Statesman. Probably the closest in age to Champ and with the extensive experience he had it seemed rather obvious, but Vodka? You were still so young, in your mid 20’s the world was yet to break your spirit. Mind you, you had that bossy tone down packed. He chuckled to himself. He was hesitant to admit but you had a certain leadership quality that you didn’t see in most of the agents here. Most were contented to follow orders and carry out missions as asked, but you always had your own way of doing things, always taking the initiative. He supposed you had a fresh and young perspective that Champ must see as endearing. He however, found your constant need to take charge rather infuriating. You always seemed to think you knew best and even if you were correct, more often than not he was resigned to admit, it was still frustrating as you always seemed determined to show him up. He knew you were going to be a challenge, so determined to prove yourself, and a damned good agent to boot. Fuck this is going to be harder than he thought.

Both of you walking in the same direction out of the room, neither of you realising the other is turning to walk in the opposite direction. Both too caught up in your own thoughts you collide into each other your head smacking into Whiskeys chest. Quickly recoiling from the unintentional contact your rub your forehead with the palm of your hand. “Dammit Whiskey, watch where you’re going for Christ’s sake.”

“Well jeez Vodka how am I supposed to avoid you and that ego inflated head of yours?” He scoffed, eyeing you up and down.

You scowled at him, “You think I have a big ego? Have you looked in the mirror lately Whiskey? You and that cocky ass grin of yours have got a lot of nerve talking about my ego.” Rolling your eyes, you swiftly turn and storm away from the narcissistic cowboy.

“If you liked my smile so much you should have just said so… sunshine.” He calls back to you as you walk away. You could practically hear the smirk in that smooth as silk southern accent.

What an absolute dick. He knew exactly what he was doing when he spoke to you like that. It infuriated you. The way his southern drawl echoed in your ears, his words dripping like honey, they way he called you those stupid little pet names. Everything about Whiskey drove you up the wall, he always knew just how to get under your skin. “Fuckkkk…” You growled to yourself as you stormed into your office your heeled boots clicking angrily through the hall. Why does he always have to be so intensely irritating? You needed to get that stupid fucking smirk out of your head and get prepared for your new op. Slamming the door shut and sitting down, you start reclining in your office chair taking a deep breath and relaxing. Whiskey’s scent had lingered on your clothes creating a cloud around you after you had slammed into his chest. Inhaling the smell of cinnamon and sandalwood, a soft oaky smell, your breathing began to slow and calm. You would never tell him but that was one thing you did unfortunately enjoy about Whiskey. He always smelt good. Why did he always have to smell so damn good? Shaking your head to clear your mind of any remaining thoughts of Whiskey you leaned towards your desk and opened your laptop. This was going to be a long night…

***

Pushing the door closed with your heeled foot, you stepped into your apartment and sighed. You were exhausted. Checking your watch, you realised it was now 10 minutes past midnight. Swiftly moving to the bedroom, you flopped onto your bed groaning as you flipped yourself over and pulled off your boots, quickly changing into your pyjamas. Finally laying back down in bed you stared up at the ceiling running over the research you’d done over the course of the afternoon and evening, and the plan you had organised for tomorrow. You had spent the afternoon working, collecting copious amounts of information on CleanPlanet and the history of their company. It seemed that they were attempting to pass as an almost ‘mom and pop’ style family-owned business “Dedicated to the bettering of the planet and all the people who inhabited it.” What a load of rubbish. You had uncovered multiple articles from smaller news publications questioning the companies credibility, some families of recently passed away individuals even coming forward and accusing the company of foul play in the deaths of their relatives. CleanPlanet was owned and run by Howard Jacoby and his wife Constance, two very well-off socialites and academics who were every bit as snobby as they appeared in pictures. At least you wouldn’t be dealing with them directly thank goodness you hated dealing with high society types, that would be Whiskey’s issue.

There was a particular video that had caught your eye whilst combing through their internet presence, a TedTalk style video starring the one and only Howard Jacoby. He was speaking about how the planet was struggling with things like overpopulation and pollution, a speech which sounded eerily similar to Professor Arnold’s work, the man who had assisted Richmond Valentine and encouraged his plot to wipe out most of the planet. You shuddered at the thought. Either way you and Whiskey would get to the bottom of this. If the company and its owners were planning on anything like what Valentine had tried to execute then you needed to figure it out quickly. Deciding you’d brief Whiskey in the morning about your hunch, you set your alarm and curled up in your soft cotton sheets. Looking out your bedroom window at the twinkling of the city lights, your head sinking slowly into your pillow. You drift off into a restless sleep, anxious of what tomorrow would bring.

***

You arrived at Statesman the next morning rubbing your eyes. Your sleep had been restless, anxiety of the coming days keeping you from a comfortable evening. Pushing the door to your office open you hear a chipper voice behind you. “Well mornin’ Vodka. You ready for the op today?” You turned to see Whiskey standing in your office door frame, leaning his broad shoulder against it with a large smile plastered across his face.

Rolling your eyes at his unnecessarily wide grin, “And what’s gotten you in such a fabulous mood this morning?” You say with an exasperated sigh as you drop into your office chair with a small thud. As soon as the words fall out of your mouth his smile somehow grows larger as he pulls out the arm that was behind his back forward as he saunters into the room. Holding a large paper bag, which as soon as you spot the smell hits your nostrils. Fresh pancakes. You look at him with sudden excitement and surprise, your mood instantly lifted and the last feeling of tiredness leaving your body as you inhale deeply.

“I thought I’d bring us some breakfast to get us in the right headspace for today. I also thought we should probably trade what we found out yesterday during our research to make sure we’re both on the same page…”

“Oh, so this is a bribery breakfast huh?” You questioned as you drag your eyes away from the mouth-watering food on the desk in front of you, finally taking a proper look at Whiskey for the first time this morning. The first thing you notice is that he is not currently donning his regular black Stetson, a rather big change from his usual cowboy appearance. Instead, he was showing off his thick, brushed back hair, his wireframe Statesman issued glasses resting on his strong nose, obscuring his dark brown eyes. He was wearing a gorgeous grey checkered suit with a white dress shirt underneath, a casual yet striking look on his glowing tan complexion. It was a very nice change for the cowboy. He cleans up well, you thought. Your gaze flicks up and you notice Whiskey’s cocky grin once again. He must have thought you were eyeing him up, not that you weren’t but you weren’t about to let him know that. You roll your eyes at him trying to keep his knowing smile at bay. “So, what are you after then Whiskey?”

“Well sunshine, since you always seem to know everything, I thought I’d get your run down on things this morning before we both head out to our separate ops today.”

“Ahhhh there it is, the usual candour I’m used to from you cowboy. I was worried when you showed up this morning with a kind gesture that I wouldn’t be enjoying any of that snarky wit I have become so accustomed to.” You look down at your computer and notepad, focusing on the research notes you had made last night in somewhat of a delirious, fever dream state. “Alright let me have a look…” you trailed off.

Whiskey sits down across from you at your desk pulling the steaming pancakes out of the paper parcel you had brought this morning. Setting up the two meals Whiskey observes you, wearing a pair of simple black high waisted work pants tapering at your waist, a simple white blouse tucked into them, the buttons undone just low enough to show off your neck and the top of your chest. He darts his eyes back up to your face, so you don’t catch him staring, nose scrunched up in concentration under your matching Statesman glasses as you palm through your somewhat excessive amount of research notes. He lets out a light breath of amusement seeing you like this, confused but copiously prepared, it was a nice change of pace from your usual so certain self.

Looking back up from your notes as you find what you were looking for you see the small meal containers opened on the desk, filled with pancakes with a small pot of maple syrup on the side. Turning your focus back to Whiskey you begin to go through what information you’d gathered that you thought was pertinent to the both of you. You ran through the notes you had made, both of you working your way through breakfast, Whiskey chiming in occasionally with a mhmm and a nod here and there. “One thing that kept bugging me last night was that Ted Talk type video of Howard Jacoby… talking about the human race being a plague on the planet that needed to be cured so the earth could thrive again…”  you trial off as a look of concern crosses your face, “It was really eerie and reminded me a lot of that professor that assisted Richmond Valentine in his attempt to have the world turn on each other.”

“Well, it seems I missed that video, that sounds mighty concerning…” Whiskey trails off, leaning his elbow on the side of your desk slowly pushing his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. “Wonder what their testing at those new hospital facilities of theirs then…” He turns to look at you, the same worry sparkling in his eyes.

“My hunch is that they must be testing something similar to what Valentine did, something that can affect extensive groups of people on a large scale. Something that would be easy to distribute and spread, but obviously more related to the medical profession because of the labs…”

“Maybe some sort of virus or infection?” He chimes in.

“Seems more than likely… I guess we’ll find out more today. Speaking of…” You glance down at your watch realising it was almost 8:30am. Still so early for your tired demeanour, but almost time for you to both be heading off. Ginger had organised a cover story for you last night and sent in for a ‘staff transfer’ so that you could get into the CleanPlanet facilities and gain access to the hospital quickly. You needed to get to the bottom of this puzzling situation fast, especially as it seemed to be becoming more concerning by the minute. “I think its time for us to head off.”

“Seems it is.” Whiskey nods and swiftly packs the remnants of breakfast back into the paper bag, throwing it into the bin beside your desk.

“So, you know what my, rather detailed I might add, plan is but you have yet to share how you plan on approaching this op.” A slight leer in your voice, aiming to provoke him. “Care to share… cowboy?”

“If you must know, Vodka,” he drawls, the civilised tone from earlier gone in a heartbeat as the two of you pick up your bags and make your way down the hallway to the elevator. “I will be posing as a one of multiple wealthy investors eager to take a tour of CleanPlanet’s new business acquisitions. A high society gentleman looking to expand my portfolio into areas I have true passion for you could say. As it so happens, it seems that Howard Jacoby is searching for some people who share his vision and have a healthy wallet.” His voice dripping in sarcasm, for this type of persona was so unlike himself. A charmer by nature his honeyed voice had made many a lady fall victim to a one-night stand, but a high society man he was not. Whiskey cleaned up well, but he was certainly a working-class gentleman with a love for simple living.

“Well, your certainly dressed the part.” You say as you eye up Whiskey admitting to yourself that he was pulling of the sleek look. You shake your head clearing your mind of the potential minute attraction forming, focusing once more on where you were going. Stepping into the elevator and tapping the basement level button, you continued. “You definitely look like a pretentious asshole.” You say, chuckling to yourself as the elevator started to move.

Suddenly Whiskey was directly in front of you looking you up and down. “Don’t pretend you haven’t been eyein’ me up little lady.” He says, voice velvety smooth. Pinned down by his gaze you suddenly feel cornered, claustrophobic in the small metal space. You feel your face begin to heat up with an incriminating red tint, uncertain whether it was from anger or something more primal, you quickly sidestep his imposing figure. The elevator dings and you swiftly exit the elevator, “You wish cowboy.” You respond, a quick exhale escaping your mouth as you calm your racing heartrate. Why was he trying to rile you up before such an important op? Why does he have to be such a cocky arse? Eyeing him up? He’s got to be kidding. He’s the absolute last person on the planet that you could ever be attracted to. He does nothing but irritate you. He may be attractive, you begrudgingly admit, but you certainly were NOT attracted to him.

You hear him chuckle behind you, “Did I touch a nerve there sunshine?” he drawls behind you as you both head towards the garage where Ginger would be waiting. Rolling your eyes in anger to yourself, you choose to ignore him. Responding would only make him continue.

Pushing the doors open to the garage you see Ginger talking to one of the mechanics. As she hears the doors swinging, she turns to you quirking her eyebrow, seeing you seething with annoyance. “Everything alright here agents?” She says, confusion evident in her tone.

“Fine Ginger,” your voice comes out strained attempting to mask your irritation, “So what have you got set up for us for the next few days?”

“For you Vodka I’ve organised this ID card so you will have access to the basic areas of the hospitals but there are higher clearance areas which I wasn’t able to duplicate. You’ll have to figure that out when it comes to it.” She hands you a small ID badge attached to a clip which you then hook onto the belt loop on your pants. “I’ve also got small earpieces for the two of you to keep in communication while inside the facilities. They’re undetectable but very effective so try not to scream while wearing them if you can.” She passes you both the tiny in ear tech piece.

“Thanks Ging.”

“Now for you Whiskey,” She pulls out a small wallet and a set of car keys, “Here’s a new wallet with your cover identity and some cash to show off of course.”

He chuckles to himself pulling out his new drivers’ licence, “Introducing Duke Silver!” He smiles and bows towards you and Ginger. You roll your eyes again, scoffing at his ridiculousness.

“And… If I can finish, Duke.” Ginger continues giving Whiskey an exaggerated frustrated look, “Here is your new automobile.” Handing him the keys she gestures to a car sitting behind her. A brilliant turquoise blue Shelby Cobra 427 with white racing stripes down the middle.

“Alright… Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Whiskey dashes over like an excited child to admire his new personas gorgeous ride.

As Whiskey admires his new toy you turn to Ginger, “What do I have the luxury of driving to ‘work’ then Ginger?”

Passing you the keys she gestures to the car behind Whiskey’s, a slightly beat-up silver Toyota Corolla. “Sorry hon, you unfortunately need to blend in as a semi-broke medical student.”

You sigh, clutching the keys in your hand. “Thanks Ging.” Walking over you pass Whiskey, still ogling his own ride, making your way to the new car you’d be enjoying for the next few days. A far cry from your own beautiful red Mustang you sighed once more. The two of you hop into your cars and adjust the inside to what you need, throwing your bags into the back seat. You look over at Whiskey and slump into your seat, incredibly jealous. “That looks like one fun car to drive…” you mutter to yourself, green with envy. “Lucky bastard.”

Whiskey revs his engine excitedly, “Thanks darlin!” He shouts to Ginger over the loud purr. Turning to you he winks, bringing your irritation back with full force. “Have fun at ‘work’ then sunshine. Talk to you later!” His voice ringing out across the concrete as he drives off, the garage doors opening as he takes off out of the facility.

“I guess I’m off too then, see you later Ginger!” You smile at her as you close your door, taking off after Whiskey ready to face whatever the day would bring.

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The Half of It

A Mc x Poppy fic inspired by the film 

Summary: Bea, the town’s outcast is recruited by the school jock to win Poppy’s heart. But what happens when she starts falling for her as well?

Author’s Note: So this will be a multiple part series that includes scenes heavily inspired from the movie “The Half of It”. I certainly recommend watching it. My version will have different twists and a different ending, and definitely more angst. It will include mature themes as the story progresses.

Warnings for this chapter: Swearing. This is a good thing for now.

Chapter 1- 

“Love is simply the name for desire and pursuit of the whole.”

                                              ��    - Plato, The Symposium

It is said that when one half finds its other, there’s an unspoken understanding. A unity. And each would know no greater joy....than this. 

 ...Except this is highschool. And in my opinion, there is no other half. Maybe the other half is a paper on Greek God philosophy due at midnight. But make that four papers, including mine. 

 My name is Bea Hughes and let’s just say...this is not a very happy story. Well maybe some parts are, but you’ll have to read to find out. I come from a small town called Farmsville, and when I mean small, I mean really small. Except the highschool seems fucking huge, with never ending hallways and when you do somehow find the end, there’s usually two inbreds eating each others mouths off. Lucky for me I am the epitome of antisocial, reserved, an introvert, or whatever the inferior beings, aka every other senior, calls me when they think I can’t hear. But I hear everything, including that one time Bradley Denbrough, upcoming hotshot actor, or so he claims, found out about a crush a poor unsuspecting freshman had on him. Everybody knew what Bradley and his goons did to that boy, even the adults, but no charges were pressed. This town is as conservative as it gets, but no one knows of my secret. I carry this school on my back when it comes to having everyone graduate, but that’s all I am to them, a pawn. And that’s all I wanted to be, nothing more and nothing less. I preferred to be in the shadows. 

 ***

 ...Except the mandatory Senior Talent Show forced Bea out of her hibernation hole. The thought haunted her as she sat in the dance studio, the last fucking place she wanted to be. Dance was so not a Bea kinda thing, but the blonde knew exactly why she granted herself the misery of picking the class. Poppy Min Sinclair, the golden girl of Farmsville High, the preacher’s daughter on a more serious note. She is...the most fascinating girl Bea ever laid her eyes on even if her boyfriend was a complete asshole who sermonized his duties as her future husband. Like seriously? Poppy has got to have some screws loose to date such a fake loser who plagiarizes all of his speeches at sunday church, and once literally begged Bea to write an apology letter to his father for him after completely upending their summer cabin. Except the blonde wrote the opposite of an apology, it went something like this…

 Dear beloved donkey, I mean dad,

 I am terribly sorry for inviting 20 hookers to the summer cabin. I have these strange impulses and you should at least be grateful I didn’t invite the big boss as well. His wife came though, in many, many ways. You should get the carpet changed. 

 Sincerely, your STD free son

 It was safe to say that Mr. Denbrough had a near heart attack after reading it, and Bea did kinda feel bad, kinda. He never mentioned the letter to Bradley though, instead silently calling up the owner of Teopoli Catholic Summer Camp and essentially deporting the boy to Canada for the summer. No son of his would end up in hell was what the old man preached everyday from then on. It was the quietest summer Bea had ever experienced. 

 Being the towns outcast, Bea could have her fun when she so chooses to, but that didn’t pay the bills. In fact, the multiple essays that people paid her to write was her way of surviving and taking care of her mother. They weren’t very rich but Bea worked with what she had, helping her mother manage the farm, which included getting on her knees and wrestling the pigs. And that’s how she was gifted the name “pig girl”, stupid Bradley and his fake friends just had to wander too far and catch Bea in the act. She swore a remixed video of her hog calling surfaced the web at one point and that gave the blonde her five minutes of fame. Boy was it an awful time in her life. 

 Bea worked her mother’s previous job as station master or signalman for the trains that passed through, even if it barely paid her shit. The secluded feeling of sitting in that booth and having a moment with her thoughts was enough to give her purpose. Bea was fond of poetry and it usually helped her come up with song lyrics.

 Song lyrics…

 That she would have to sing at the talent show. A huge sigh escaped her lips as she slumped further into the ground, maybe hoping she could bury herself six feet under. It wasn’t that Bea hated singing, no she absolutely loved it. Playing her guitar at night and belting out lyrics that only resulted in her mother banging on the ceiling below in efforts to shut the blonde up. But the mere fact that she’d have to sing in front of the ruthless seniors rubbed her the wrong way. Something would go wrong, it always did. Bea was shaken out of her thoughts when Poppy crossed the center of the room, moving her hips slowly to the sound of Rihanna’s voice. The class chose a slow r&b song to choreograph today and of course all eyes were on Poppy.

 If i’m your girl say my name boy

let me know i'm in control

 Her silky blonde locks swayed as she danced to the beat, hands thrusting sensually along her sides. Bea stared in awe, almost like Poppy was the only one in the room and a spotlight illuminated every movement, every curve. Except she definitely wasn’t the only one picturing Poppy in that way. Carter, the school quarterback leaned against the railing, arms crossed and eyes trailing the rise and fall of her chest. 

 Got me wondering, I’m wondering if i'm on your mind

 Bea sat up straighter but nearly lost her bodily functions when Poppy locked eyes with her before spinning away. It was simple eye contact Bea, don’t let it get to your head. You already have multiple lyrics inspired by Poppy offering the bare minimum in human interaction. She doesn’t actually like you. Poppy is popular and has the perfect life...and boyfriend, even if Bea heavily disagrees. Poppy was a bitch of course, but not a bitch bitch. Unlike the other wannabe mean girls, the blonde didn’t give Bea hell, well that was because the girl paid her zero attention. She seemed distant, off in her own world, or well in her parents world learning the strategies of business. Poppy was expected to follow in her parents footsteps and keep up with her reputation of being the richest in town, and of course a faithful future wife. So fun. But the blonde had other prosperous dreams of travelling and following her passion of music and dance. Highschool was her only outlet and she took advantage of it any chance she’d get. Bea knew this because she would ride her bike every friday night to the school and watch Poppy dance from outside the glass window. Maybe Bea realized it was kinda creepy, but she’s dumb enough to not realize her obvious growing attraction. I mean who pedals miles just to watch someone trip on their feet? 

 ***

 The sound of the bell caught everyone's attention and the teacher slowly lowered the music. Bea watched as Bradley approached Poppy and smothered her with kisses and praises. She rolled her eyes painfully, this kind of PDA definitely wasn’t it, she could have gone her whole life without seeing that. She walked silently through the crowd of kids in the hall, everyone was laughing and talking to their friends. All Bea could allow her mind to focus on was the very intimidating billboard of names a few feet across from her. 

 Winter Talent Show Sign-Ups (Mandatory For Seniors)

 Bea glared at it quietly before signing her name on the sheet, sealing her inevitable fate. Through the hustle of students, Carter watched the blonde with a yearning look from afar. This should be great…

 The next few classes were a blur and Bea eventually found herself getting up to hand Ms. Kingsley her paper. The older woman looked at her with a knowing glance as she took a generous sip of her coffee, which was 75% tequila.

 “6 different interpretations on Plato? Colour me impressed Miss Hughes.” 

 Bea shrugs nonchalant, “yeah well would you rather read their actual essays?”

 “Oh hell no.” Kingsley feigns shock as she looks at the stack of papers with a comical expression. She takes another sip, watching her younger, prodigy of a student carefully. “You know there are places outside of this godforsaken town where you can put your talents to use... Real use. I teach at Belvoire University occasionally.” Ina winks and slides Bea an application, studying her initial reaction. “It’s...in New York.”

“Damn right! The Big Apple.”

 “Kingsley you know I have to stay here. It’ll be easier for me to manage the farm and be close to home”, Bea says confidently even though her body language displays otherwise. She predicted the big sigh filling her ears before it actually happened and it still managed to faze her. “Who ever said you had to do anything? What about what you want to do?” Bea doesn’t make eye contact with Ina, that woman could convince you to do just about anything with a certain look. “No we are not doing this. You can take your reverse psychology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. I’m outta here.” The blonde stomps out of the classroom, the sound of Ina’s chuckles still ringing in her ears.

 “Hey! Everyone in this town fears God, but you know what God fears? My ability to hide a bottle of Don Julio in my left boot.” Ina pulls out the newly bought bottle and cradles it. “Come to mama.”

 ***

 Bea rode her bike alongside the dirt road, Kingsley’s words on replay the entire ride. Maybe she did deserve to experience something more than what this town had to offer. But would her mother manage without her? Sacrifices, sacrifices. Bea was used to making those for her mother after her father’s death. What would her dad think of all of this?

 “Hey!”

 He’d surely smack Bea upside the head for the little antics she pulled occasionally. And then he’d buy her vanilla coconut ice cream and ask for every single detail of what happened as they sat and laughed together. That’s the kind of relationship Bea would have had with her father, she liked to assume so. She also liked to assume that she’d get home safely everyday without a scratch, but then there’s Carter.

 “Hey wait up!” 

 The jock seemed to be running ridiculously fast and crashed right into the rear end of Bea’s bicycle, sending her face first into a mount of dirt. The initial impact was enough to boost the blonde straight back up like nothing happened and into a fighting stance, fists out and eyes wild. Very scary Bea. When she realized it was him...well it only pissed her off even more. “What the fuck Carter! You asshole!”

 “I’m sorry Bea! Here let me help-”

 “No! Move away! You- my bike- I…” Bea groans frustratingly, stepping away from the wreck as she tries to catch her breath. Carter watches her sheepishly, rubbing an envelope between his fingers awkwardly. After a few minutes of painfully uneasy silence he speaks up, “Okay...I didn’t want to ask you this way but I was wonder-”

“Oh, so you practically break my ass and now you want me to do you a favour? Real nice way of communication you have there Mr. Quarterback. What is with you and those freakishly large muscles anyways? Maybe it’s my fault I didn’t hear your avalanche built ass coming from behind.”

 “Hey! They are not freakishly large!”

 “I hate to break it to you Jackson but mine are significantly more appealing to look at.” Bea smirks widely, flexing her arm as best as she could. It’s a work in progress… just bare with her.

 It didn’t take much effort for Carter to break out into a smile and look at her fondly. Maybe there was more to this girl than just being a human dictionary. Well that’s what people called her, and he maybe believed it at first.

 Bea noticed the lack of response and shifted awkwardly, clearing her throat. “Listen, its $10 for three pages, $20 for three to ten, I'm not in the over-ten-page biz.”

 “No..no I’m not here to cheat!” Carter blurts out. “But I’ll let you know if I do plan on- anyways. I uh..” He hesitates before handing her the envelope. “What’s this?

 “Well you see it’s a letter..”

 “Yeah but who writes letters these days?”

 “I thought it seemed romantic..”

 “And I thought women writing Jeffrey Dahmer letters in jail seemed romantic”, Bea says sarcastically, her smile dropping instantly after catching a glimpse of Poppy’s name at the top of the paper. It was like the blood stopped flowing through her body for a few seconds as her mouth went dry. This had to be the work of the so-called God everyone praised in this town, or it was one cruel coincidence. Bea wasn’t sure why seeing her name made her heart beat ten times harder, but it also wasn’t a necessarily uncomfortable feeling…

 “I- I can’t help you.”

 “But if you just add a few more words-”

 “I’m not writing a letter to Poppy Min Sincla- to..to some girl for you. Letters are supposed to be authentic, from the heart, your own words, your...feelings.” Bea hurriedly turns to grab her bike, suddenly losing all interest in being social. 

 Carter was afraid this would happen. But he was stubborn. “But I can pay more for authentic!” 

 Too bad Bea was stubborn as well. “Just get a thesaurus...Good luck, Romeo.”

***

 Bea sat in her room, strumming away softly at the strings of her guitar. Some of the keys were off but the old thing still worked, and that was good enough for her. She could hear the tv blasting downstairs, her mother most likely watching the news. There’s something about old people and news, were they secretly ogling the news anchors? Just like Bea ogled Poppy any chance she could. The blonde frowned to herself, her eyebrows crunching together in question. What so hard about writing a letter to Poppy? It’s not like it's coming from her. Well it technically is, but Carter is taking the credit and Bea never had a problem with people taking credit for her words. So why did this very thought prove to be such an inconvenience? Lucky for Bea, her mind drifted elsewhere when she heard a painful snap. Even if it wasn’t physically connected to her body, she felt a horrible ache. Slowly peering down at the guitar in her hand, Bea found that the neck of the guitar had miraculously split almost clean off, a splinter of wood just holding it intact. She wanted to scream but nothing really came out, except air of course. Much to her disapproval, this was definitely a result of her strength. Stupid muscles couldn’t contain themselves at the thought of Carter being with Poppy. Now how could that be? 

 But now she had no guitar. And no guitar means no strings to strum, and no lyrics to sing, and no talent to show at the talent show. Now she was in trouble. Probably because she knew that the only way to get the money to replace the guitar would be through sealing the deal with Carter. Oh fuck it!

 ***

 “One letter. And enough money to buy a new guitar.”

 “Deal!”

 Bea turns away with a sigh, completely ignoring Carter’s high five. Now all she had to do was write this letter, and pray that Poppy wouldn’t completely consume every fiber of her being in the process.

                                 -------------------------------------------

End note: So how we feelin’? Carter and Bea Brotp??

Tags: @samanthadalton @somewillwin @clowneryme @baexpoppy @zigxryanz @uselesslesbianfr @aleiramacaii @thedaft1 @alexlabhont @iamsimpforpoppy

[ectonurites]

the core four for the ask game about headcanon types! ? no matter what i believe in Ur opinions

HFSDG im glad u have so much confidence in me... thats very flattering. im doing them as a group here esp bc i already did tim on his own (but if u/anyone wants me to take a stab at them individually i can also do that just send another ask fsgfdh)

A (realistic headcanon): 

alright so this kinda sits on the edge of hilarious and realistic but i have something different in mind for that one so: there is LITERALLY NO WAY they don’t have a group chat. they are Teens in a modern setting, like especially now that everyone’s back in continuity and reunited and everything. they HAVE a group chat. and god i can only imagine the chaos. bart can type so fast, so if he had an idea he was trying to communicate he would just be crazily spamming the chat. tim sending really weird cryptid-spotted style photos taken around gotham while on patrol. cassie going OFF on rants (also cassie like lowkey canonically likes kpop she makes Diana go to a kpop concert with her in WW:Agent of Peace #13 sfdhgf... cassie on kpop stan twitter and talking about the drama) and the rest just emoji reacting bc they support her but don’t always know what she’s talking about. kon just sending videos of the all farm animals and giving updates on things Ma bakes. i am open to suggestions on what their group chat’s name would be

B (hilarious): 

SO. you may have seen a lot of art i’ve made of the core four/yj in general that were based on memes. i have a whole planned fic i am GOING to write someday that essentially connects & gives context to the situations around creating those memes and pretty much is just a social media au crack thing but treated kinda seriously and is set relatively canon compliant at the start. basic premise being young justice makes an instagram account just for general PR stuff once they have reunited and it goes off the shits. but yes so the headcanon here would be: wanting to explore the inherent chaos of making an instagram account for your teen superhero team and all the possible ways it could go both so right and so wrong

C (heart-crushing): 

ok so i kinda talked about tim’s side of this a little bit already in my last post like this, but in general this is less of a headcanon but more just... i think when you actually think about the stuff these four went through that pulled them apart and how they managed to come back together only to get then pulled apart again by the reboot and now having reunited in yj 2019, (JUST FOR KON TO BE GETTING SEPERATED A G A I N but im ignoring that part for this rn) and how that would impact each of them, theres just a lot of angst there.

mostly gonna focus on the current current here but god Bart and Kon both coming into this new world that they don’t know how many people actually remember them, with Tim and Cassie managing to be there and having some memories and being some of the few people who can be a familiar comfort... except it’s not all there. i talk about it a lot but that one scene in yj 2019 where Tim isn’t sure if his memories of him, kon, and bart’s sleepovers in mount justice are real or just a dream... that hurts! there’s likely a lot of stuff like that in the time before death metal when the only force giving back memories for him is some brain magic from Zatanna. the four of them managing to come back to each other despite all the odds but having pieces of it just not quite the same because of how the world was tampered with... that hurts me so bad and i wish we could have gotten that explored more 

D (canon is a coward and won’t):

im sorry that for pretty much all of my ‘canon wont do it’ hcs are just about actually making the characters lgbt but its the truth. nobody in young justice is cishet. i think i’ve mentioned before that im pretty loose on specific gender and sexuality hcs for a lot of comic characters (because it just... the way characters are written isn’t always consistent bc Comics Be Like That so my hcs can kinda change based on different things/eras of characters) but yeah. feeling particularly strong lesbian cassie vibes today tho i will say that

also again another thing that unfortunately canon won’t fucking give us right now is just the four of them staying in one group... why the hell are they making Kon go on the suicide squad in upcoming stuff im dying 

[annkdarar]

The Little Things You Do

Turns out Anders isn't that much of an asshole after all...

Words Count : 1,839

Pairing : Anders Johnson x Fem!Reader

Warning : NSFW→Mentions of sex, brief mentions of period sex, menstrual cycles, sex jokes (ofc)

Author's Note : This is my very first Anders fic and I'm so nervous I'm literally SWEATING. I hope you guys will like it.

Also thanks @laurfilijames for proof reading this. You're the best!

The office was still plunged in darkness when you came in. It was no surprise, really, for Anders was always late. There wasn’t much that the man actually cared about, and sometimes you wondered if his company was even one of those things. 

You turned the light on, revealing a pretty much empty room, and you walked over to your desk with an exasperated sigh. There were still a ton of things left to do, emails to be sent and names to research. And many other things Anders was too lazy to do himself that you had been assigned to do.

As you sat down, you felt the faintest pain in your lower stomach, causing you to frown. Of course, that very morning, you had been graced by mother nature’s monthly visit. If only it could have waited until the next day when you wouldn’t have had a million things to do. 

Ignoring the upcoming pain, you turned on your computer and got to work, which was easier said than done. With each passing minute, the pain became stronger, heavier, more intense, and you had to stop every now and then to take a breath. You forced yourself to focus on the too-bright screen, typing endless courtesies to men and women who wouldn’t even work longer than a month with you due to your boss’ unnerving and arrogant behavior.  

To say the man was an asshole would be the understatement of the year. Yet, you were fond of him. Not only because of the occasional festivities you and him would partake in, in the privacy of his bed. No, that was just a bonus. Oh, you did want to punch him, quite often, but you also wanted to remind him to drink some water when it was really hot outside and not forget to get enough sleep. 

Another spark of pain pierced through your body and you closed your eyes, burying your face in your hands with a loud groan. The day was going to be long, extremely, and painfully long.

Caught up in your suffering, you didn’t hear the door opening. Or perhaps you did hear it but decided to ignore the loud steps that filled the room. You didn’t flinch when you felt a presence behind you, so close that the warmth of Anders’ chest spread through your back.

“Working hard, I see.” His hot breath crashed against your ear and you rolled your eyes, dropping your hands off your face. “Wanna know what else is hard?”

“Bearing with your existence?” You replied, turning around to look at him.

Somehow, he always looked professional with his white button-up shirt and black tie hanging from his neck. If you didn’t know him, you would say that he was a pretty respectable man. But that, he wasn’t.

He brought his hand to his heart with a pout, in a faked hurt expression. “Ouch. But no, I was thinking about something a bit more...Fun.”

“Not today.” You cut him off, spinning your chair to face the computer’s screen again. You read the email you had typed once more before hitting the send button and getting on to the next one. 

“Actually, I think today is a pretty good day.” He insisted, grabbing your shoulders. “What would you say about coming to mine later on tonight? Pick up where we left it last time?”

With an annoyed huff, you wiggled out of his grip. “I said not today, Anders. I’m on my period.”

“Nothing we haven’t done before.”

“Yeah, but today it hurts like hell.” You explained. “I’m not in the mood for sex. At this point, it will be an achievement if I even survive the entire day.” He snickered and mumbled something you couldn’t understand as he walked away. 

The first half of your day went...okay. The pain was strong, but nothing you couldn’t handle. It was around lunch break that it got worse. The pain had gotten into your lower back, causing you to wiggle in your chair in an attempt to find a comfortable position. The food you had brought along didn’t look appetizing anymore, and you picked at it without eating anything.

You thought the pain had reached its peak but oh, how wrong had you been. You began to feel nauseous, and soon enough, you find yourself running into the bathroom to empty your stomach from what remained of your breakfast. Rinsing your mouth, you closed your eyes. You were exhausted, and there were still several hours to go before you could leave.

A knock on the bathroom door startled you and you almost choked on the water that filled your mouth. You spat it out in the sink and opened the door.

“You look terrible.” Anders pointed out. “How about you go home before you throw up everywhere and soil my floor, uh?” 

The thought of refusing his offer and staying to keep working crossed your mind. But you quickly nodded as another wave of pain washed over your body. Without another word, you grabbed your belongings and rushed out of the office. 

The ride home was equally terrible. Despite turning the heater on, you felt cold. And of course, the traffic was slow. Everything was against you today. At least, Anders had the decency to dismiss you, even if it was only to keep his floor clean.

“What an asshole…” You cursed. Was your anger towards him, the cars in front of yours, or the excruciating pain? You didn’t know. 

When finally, finally, you reached your apartment you almost fell down several times as you rushed in and exchanged your work clothes for a sweatshirt. And when your head hit your pillow, it was like a spell had been cast upon you, and you fell asleep almost immediately, your knees pressed to your chest.

The sound of your apartment door opening dragged you out of your sleep and you sat up abruptly. Inside your chest, your heart was pounding. You weren’t waiting for anyone to visit you. Panicked, your eyes scanned the room for your phone. It was nowhere in sight. You had probably left it in your car when you had rushed inside. If someone was breaking in, you wouldn’t be able to call for help.

“Someone there?”

The familiar voice made you sigh in relief and you flopped back down, one hand on your chest to try and slow your heartbeat. “Bedroom!” you yelled. 

After a  few seconds, your bedroom door was pushed open and the light turned on, causing you to close your eyes. 

“You could’ve taken your clothes off, now I’ll have to do it myself. Not that I mind of course.” The bed dipped under his weight as he came to rest above you, his elbows supporting his weight on each side of your head. 

“I told you I wasn’t in the mood for sex.” You groaned, pushing at his chest. He moved to lie next to you and you looked at him intently. “How’d you even get inside? You don’t have the key.”

“I don’t. But I saw your neighbor and kindly asked her to let me in.” He explained with a wink.

“Great, now that I know how may I know why you came here?” You asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I texted you in case you had changed your mind but you didn’t answer. So I came here. More questions or are we ready to go?”

“You fucking suck, Anders.” You said, turning your back to him. 

“No, that’s your job, darling.” He retorted, poking your ribs. You clicked your tongue and reached behind you to punch him, causing him to laugh. “Also, brought you this.”

Anders dropped something close to your stomach. Something hot and soft. You looked down at the hot water bottle and pulled it against your belly, its warmth spreading in the area. 

“You got me a hot water bottle?”

He hummed and scooted closer to you. He pushed your hair away from your neck and leaned down to press gentle kisses to the sensitive skin. You tilted your head to the side to give him better access and closed your eyes. Anders’ hand found its way on your hip and traveled down your body slowly. His fingertips brushed against the naked skin of your thighs and went back up.

“Anders, I swear to God if you even try to go anywhere near my underwear, I’m chopping your dick off in the next twenty-four hours.” 

He groaned and pulled away. “You’re no fun, really. I came all the way here to take care of you and that’s how you treat me?”

“Why don’t you go out then? Find someone to replace me.” You said, bringing the blanket higher on your body.

Gentle, yet strong fingers grabbed your face and you were forced to look at him. His blue eyes were on yours, soft, but intimidating. Sometimes, he looked as if he was reading right through your soul, and you hated it.

“No one can ever replace you.” He said, his voice filling your ears with a pleasant buzz. “You understand that? No one.”

You nodded eagerly and he let go of you, a smirk painted on his lips. Hesitantly, you grabbed his arm and brought it around your waist, keeping his hand close to your chest.

“Stay?” You asked quietly, placing your head back onto your pillow. 

“Depends,” he said. “Can I touch your boobs?”

“Go away, you perv.” you groaned, pushing him away. He laughed again and dragged you against his chest.

“Ok, ok. Just kidding.” 

It was comfortable, to just lie down with him. You felt warm, and the pain was not as intense as before. You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, but you wished it would happen more often. You were beginning to drift off to sleep again when he spoke.

“Does it still hurt?” he asked, putting his hand onto your stomach. You gave him a small nod and you felt his fingers digging slightly into the soft skin.

The moan you let out as he started to massage your belly gently could have been mistaken for one from an adult movie. It felt good, extremely and utterly good. You leaned closer to his chest, almost purring under his ministrations. This definitely soothed the pain.

“Oh, God, don’t stop.” you moaned, grabbing his wrist in case he was considering pulling away.

“The name’s Anders, but as you wish, darling.” he said jokingly, and you pinched him. Not harshly, of course. You were too tired to fight for real and you didn’t want to hurt him.

And now, it didn’t matter that he was the biggest asshole to ever walk the earth, nor that this was way more intimate than sex. At this moment, you felt safe, he made you feel safe. And good, oh so very good, as he massaged the pain away. And if he was still holding you the next morning when you woke up, well, neither of you mentioned it. Not yet.

[spicysoftsweet]

Why Not Her? (Illumi x Reader)

A/N: Buckle up, this is long as fuck and dramatic as HELL. Please read @hisokapegger‘s fic for the first part, and consider this the other perspective. If one of us is feeling up to it, we’re gonna write some more perspectives.

To the tune of Jolene by Dolly Parton here ~

Part one by @hisokapegger here

TW: pregnancy

---

To love is to trust.

You had done the unthinkable by choosing to love and to trust what to others was despicable. You had made the leap and been rewarded for it with the love of Illumi Zoldyck. 

Your relationship would be strong and lasting; you were sure of it. Prior to coming to the sprawling mansion he had grown up in, he had already paved a way for you after all. With enough convincing (or rather, over a year of quiet arguments and louder fights that you thankfully weren’t privy to), his parents had begrudgingly accepted the idea of you. 

And today was the day you would finally be presented as his fiancee.

He had chosen you yourself. There was nothing to fear, as long as he was with you. You reminded yourself of this as you held his hand while he led you into the manor.

You kept your smile on as you navigated through, following just a few steps behind but still linked. What you needed to do was look charming, even if you were afraid - first impressions were paramount to people as elitist as Illumi’s family. You had to channel grace, even if the butterflies in your stomach would barely settle the further you went.

And you did so well, exuding charm and inner peace to everyone you met - that is, until you met eyes with her. 

Illumi introduced the beautiful, sylphlike creature as one of his most trusted butlers. She smiled at the praise, and the moment you took in the soft features painted on pale skin with a hint of olive, something inside of you trembled for just a moment. 

“This is Kali. She’s been with me ever since I was a child,” he explained, with fondness. 

You nodded, trying to ease the thump in your heart, keeping your smile genuine. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Kali.”

You were being truthful. You sensed intrinsically she was sweet and kind, and you knew you would end up liking her the longer you spent time together. She would be your personal butler from then on, anyway. You decided to ignore the nagging sense of impending doom that knocked at your subconscious, shoving it into the deepest recesses of your mind.

As Illumi took you away to move on, you turned back to sneak a look at Kali once more.

And then you saw it; you wished you hadn’t seen it: her eyes shining with sadness for just for a split second before she noticed you and looked away.

----

As you had anticipated, you and Kali became fast friends. You knew Illumi loved you and that his feelings hadn’t changed by the way he spoke excitedly about your upcoming future together, took the time to fill up your quarters with the things you liked, and indulged you in soft kisses and touches when you were alone together.

But the thought that you were assuming a space that didn’t belong to you, and not in a way as innocuous as sitting in someone else’s seat, continued to linger in the back of your mind.

It festered every time Illumi came by to see you while you were exchanging stories with Kali when you failed to see a difference in the way he looked at you both. It reared its ugly head whenever she teased him in your presence, or whenever she gave you a tidbit about his favorite things. There was a twinkle to her eye whenever she spoke about him, and while you loved her, you started to hate it.

But jealousy was such an unbecoming emotion, wasn’t it?

Illumi loved you, it didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter.

---

“I want Kali to make one of the wedding cakes.” Illumi stated, voice as light and inconsequential as usual, as you sat side by side in one of the many gazebos on the field. 

“Oh?” You asked, looking up from the catalog of flower arrangements you were perusing, despite the fact that you knew his mother would override any decisions you made anyway (you had decided you would let her win the battle over flowers so that you could win the war, after all).

“There’s a recipe only she knows,” he continued. “It’s been my favorite since I was a kid. She’s aware and has agreed.”

“That sounds lovely, Illumi.”

It truly did, and that was the worst part.

---

Your wedding came and went, and it was every bit as beautiful as you imagined. You remained in Illumi’s arms after consummating your union, and somehow, shockingly, he fell asleep first. Or maybe he was just closing his eyes - yes, that was the more rational explanation. You snuggled closer into his neck, and wrapped your arms even tighter around him.

Still flushed, you whispered a breathy, “I love you.”

And to your terror, the little green monster that had spared you for the past few days came back in full force. 

But so does Kali! It screamed from the parts you thought you had locked away, and your heart started to race.

Illumi didn’t open his eyes, but he pressed his lips to your forehead in a small, quiet motion before pressing you even closer to him, likely sensing your unrest. 

What you needed to hear him say was those three words back.

But alas, those three words never came, and the little green monster grew just a little bit stronger that night.

---

You could have your choice of men, but I can never love again

He’s the only one for me, [Kali]

---

It didn’t take very long for you to become heavy with child, and for whatever reason, pregnancy was particularly hard on you. The fatigue, back pain and constant nausea would have been manageable if it weren’t the fact that your ankles swelling was nothing compared to the swelling in your face, and you were unsure if the stretch marks that coursed over your belly would ever fade. Just looking at yourself in the mirror some days would ruin your morning.

Kali remained lithe and beautiful as always, graciously by your side to help you with the most menial tasks. Taking your hand to help you get to the bathroom or to take a daily walk around the manor to prevent blood clots from sitting around, keeping you company while Illumi was away; you were in need of constant assistance, and she was always there for you.

She was an angel, and your best friend.

One evening as you ate dinner, just the two of you, you let out a sigh.

Kali smiled in response, attempting to reassure you. “Pregnancy seems difficult, but you wear it well,” she mused, pouring chamomile tea for the two of you to enjoy.

You gave out a dramatic snort as you took a sip. “I’ll never look the same again, and I’m pretty sure this whole story about a “pregnancy glow” is fake,” you huffed as you set the teacup down.

“But Illumi’s so happy, he talks about it all the time!” Kali exclaimed cheerfully, setting down her own cup. “Just yesterday, he was talking about baby names you had discussed, and settling on a few. It was quite funny to watch actually.”

A knot formed in your stomach. The last time you spoken to or seen Illumi was multiple days ago... 

“Was he home yesterday?” You blurted out, then were embarrassed to even have to ask your friend about your own husband’s whereabouts. 

She furrowed her brow as she looked at you in confusion. “Yeah, of course, he was just here for a couple of hours, but...”

He didn’t come see you? What she left unsaid was enough to set you on edge, but you couldn’t be mad at her, only at yourself. 

Who could love you anyway, the way you were now?

It took you a moment to get up on your own, but you had to stand and make your way from the table. Turning away from her so that she couldn’t see the bitter tears that were ready to fall from your face.

“__, are you alright?”

“Mmhmm,” You choked out and nodded, your voice regrettably higher than usual. You bit your lip.

“I think I’m going to bed early tonight.”

You could hear the chair shift back as she rose.

“Okay,” she said, in a soft, compassionate voice. You heard her light footsteps make their way to the door, pause for a moment, and finally the door closed shut behind you.

And at the sound of the closed door, as if on cue, your tears began to fall. 

---

Your smile is like a breath of spring

Your voice is soft like summer rain

And I cannot compete with you

[Kali]

---

You spent the rest of your pregnancy on bedrest, before producing a beautiful, dark-haired little girl. Skin to skin contact was brief before Illumi took the baby in his arms, inspected it, and with the smallest smile of pleasure, handed it to Kali.

You watched as Kali cooed at your new child, standing next to your still pleased-appearing husband, the picture of a perfect family. Even their features complemented each other; it was like a knife twisting in your chest. 

Kikyo gave you a quick look over before running over to them to pick up her new grandchild. For a split second, you wondered if you had imagined a look between pity and understanding, hidden beneath her visor. 

The nightmare of being overlooked.

---

And I can easily understand

How you could easily take my man

But you don't know what he means to me

[Kali]

---

It took you not too long after that to grow bitter. Maybe it was postpartum depression, maybe it was a year of feeling inadequate, maybe it was the fact that you knew your friend was more deserving than you. 

But either way, you withdrew. From Illumi, from Kali, from everyone. It wasn’t hard to do so. You did what you were there for. You’d produced a child to appease your husband and your grandparents. 

How you yearned for freedom...

The freedom that Kali had to love without the responsibility. If only you could switch places.

“___, please eat-”

“I’m not hungry,” you replied, before she could even finish. Kali pulled the plate of food back to her.

“Illumi is upset with me that you’re not eating.”

“Are you worried about Illumi or me?” You quipped, then covered your own mouth, shocked at what had come out.

“...”

Kali was speechless, but the look on her face betrayed a layer of guilt that you couldn’t tolerate. You were right. It was less about you than about Illumi.

You knew she cared about you too, and yet…

“I know you love him,” you choked out. Kali said nothing, her beautiful eyes still on you, as you began to cry. 

“I know you wish he had chosen you instead of me, and honestly, I wish he had.”

----

I had to have this talk with you

My happiness depends on you

And whatever you decide to do

[Kali]

---

The next morning, you decided you would seek some professional help. You didn’t know how much of this was depression vs. postpartum baby blues, but something had to be done. Kali did not deserve your anger at all.

You didn’t see Kali that morning. 

When you finally spoke up your concern of your whereabouts to Illumi, hoping not to avoid any trouble, his face was impassive as usual. 

“She asked if she could leave.”

The butlers didn’t just have the option to leave… Or did they?

“I didn’t know they could quit,” you questioned, suspiciously. 

“They usually can’t. But in this case, there was an exception.” He said. With that, he turned fully to face you, and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. It had been a long time since you’d kissed, since you’d withdrawn from him in your depression, and you missed it. But it felt wrong.

You withdrew again from his touch.

“What did she say? What was the exception?” You demanded to know.

“She told me she loved me, and that you knew the entire time,” he said, simply. Your stomach did a backflip.

“Normally the punishment is immediate death, but I know how much you care about her. And she was good to you.” He continued, taking your hands in his. You pulled away slowly, staring straight through him. He didn’t insist on it.

“Where is she now?”

“Off the manor, most likely.”

You started to walk towards the gate, and he held on to your arm.

“Where are you going?”

A panic started to rise in you.

“Bring her back! I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong!” Tears started to stream down your cheeks again, as the realization set in that such a petty feeling such as jealousy had managed to turn you into a villain. 

“She wanted to leave.”

“She loves you!” You protested.

“So?”

So? It was such an aggressively simple sentence. You looked up at him in shock, enough that it gave you pause.

“What do you mean so? Why me? Why not her when she’s perfect?”

“She’s not you.”

Your hand almost flew to his face from the sheer level of rage, the urge to defend her feelings coursing through you, but your palm stopped right at the side of his face. Instead, you sank to the floor, and sobbed for Kali, and for yourself. 

---

[Kali, Kali, Kali, Kali~]

I'm begging of you please don't take my man

[prince-liest]

fic writer interview!

How many works do you have on AO3?

37, though another one is going up tomorrow because haunted AO3 hours started and I don't want to post it in the middle of the night on a Monday. Also like 4 or 5 more in reserve from zines/bangs. I'm kinda impressed with myself, but also, side-eyeing y'all with fic counts in the 100s. Phenomenal. Effervescent.

What's your total AO3 word count?

257,246

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

In chronological order of first fic on AO3: Percy Jackson, Soul Eater, Steven Universe, My Hero Academia, Dragalia Lost, Avater: the Last Airbender, the Witcher, and Genshin Impact! That's 7 fandoms and I'm not counting Homestuck (I only wrote OC stuff) or D&D (same thing).

I also have works from Axis Powers: Hetalia and Katekyo Hitman Reborn! on Fanfiction dot hell that none of you will ever see. I definitely posted and deleted a Twilight OC fic once.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Dish Duty | ATLA

The Sword of Damocles is Swinging | MHA

The Ancient Art of Jerkbending | ATLA

Dishabille | MHA

Summer Break | MHA

ATLA is a powerful fandom so I'm not surprised both my ATLA fics made top five. Dishabille's popularity continues to pleasantly surprise me. Damocles is only surprising because it isn't first. I am so proud of Summer Break and that entire Shinsou series, I'm glad it made top 5 and is gonna break 1k kudos soon. <3

(Now get Dog-Tired up there, I fucking love that story. q^q)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

To quote Mido: I do, but not consistently. Q^Q I read them all and I really want to reply to them all, but I very frequently simply to not have the energy. I have it posted on my AO3 profile, though, so hopefully it doesn't hurt anyone's feelings... I have recently been trying to at least answer all new incoming comments and not let the backlog increase! (That said, the backlog is over 100.)

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to do angsty endings (I am a hard lover of angst with a happy ending), but I've written some questionable and bittersweet ones. I think arguably the best contendor for angstiest ending is probably Kindred Spirit. I wrote it to low key revenge myself on @thegc4life for insisting that Shinsou gets a hug (he does! technically!) and it certainly ended ominously.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

As much as I love "Edward Elric gets transported into X universe and proceeds to kick everyone's ass" crossovers, I don't relaly write any. I do enjoy full transplant AUs, though, and the one I recently posted on AO3 is an MHA-at-Hogwards AU called the Birds and the Mares that I wrote for the HP/BNHA Zine!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Deeeeepends on what you mean by 'hate.' :X has gotten two comments (one much politer than the other, haha) complaining about my use of the r-slur in Shinsou's internal narrative in one of the chapters, but one person backpedaled and said they understood the purpose of it while the other (more vehement) one never replied to my explanation. That's all, though!

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yeah. It's never going on my main AO3 (and the one time it did, I orphaned the fic). I have a side account I might post it on once I get over the fact that people who know me also know about the account. It's all 100% PWP of stuff I personally am into, and I have a very specific set of things I'm into, so... idk, feels a little personal! ^^"

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No, but I've had people adopt general concepts I used (fabulous!) and steal my RP OCs back in ye olde fantroll days (not at all fabulous! incredibly hurtful, actually). I am vehemently opposed to plagiarism, even of concepts. It feels so gross.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone in the comments mentioned that they are translating Bloodied Hound into Russian and I am SO EXCITED. I desperately want to read it. Of all the languages, it happened to be the only other one I'm decently literate in! I also want to show my grandparents. I really hope the person follows through. <3

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've roleplayed a lot, but I can't see myself ever co-writing a fic. I'm not even sure how it works, to be honest!

What’s your all time favourite ship?

Urgh. Pass. I can't pick one. Perils of a multishipper.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I was going to proudly say "I never post things I don't plan on finishing!" but in reality that is a lie, because Falling Down A Rabbit Hole exists from back in 2015 and is in fact the reason I made that rule for myself. ^^" Honestly, what's there still holds up, but the reality is that I didn't actually come up with a plot, so there's nowhere for it to go.

What are your writing strengths?

Interesting/relatable/funny dialogue, and also writing feelings in a 'show, don't tell!' kind of way that leaves strong impressions with people!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting out long stories with good pacing! People thought Damocles had a plot, apparently? Joke's on you, it was a series of "I wanna see this happen" scenarios that I made Hawks suffer through and subsequently strung together like a haphazard multicolor plastic bead necklace that I told everyone was actually pearls.

That's why all my stories after Damocles are either short or split into a series. Shinsou's Bad Days is my attempt at proper pacing, hence it being so episodic.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'll do it if I know the language well enough (so, Russian and ASL, I don't trust my casual Japanese), but I'm generally a stickler for making things come off naturally, so I otherwise will instead try to find the closest tonal equivalent in English (such as having Childe call Zhongli "professor" instead of "xiansheng"). Sometimes there just isn't one (like Kazuha calling Beidou 'big sis' but in a way that doesn't sound kiddish and overly casual for him), though, which sucks. :( Language is cool!

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

T. Twilight. QUQ I wish that fic still existed, it was like a single chapter of two multicolored hair OCs befriending Alice Cullen and being cool. I deleted it but I SHOULDN'T HAVE. IT WAS HISTORY.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

This totally changes with each new slew of fics I post. I think currently it is Dog-Tired because despite being unsatisfied with the title, I think the story itself turned out amazing. I also am extremely happy with the entire Shinsou's Bad Days series (including upcoming installments).

Tagged by: @touchmycoat (THANK U LOVE <3)

Tagging: anyone who's read this far, LOL. seriously, though, I have a lot of writer moots and I don't have the time to tag them all but PLEASE do this and tag me so I can read it if you are so inclined! <3

[theinvisibledreamergirl]

Chap. 7: “An unexpected support”

A.N: I’m sorry that I’m posting this late but school has started since 11th of January (damn back to the hell)... Hmm don’t know how this is going but yeah... here it is folks and hope you enjoy it even it’s a bit long angst! I’m still not liking it though...Maybe stand-alone fics are much better than AU’s? I have considered this for a while now.

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Have you ever been in grief?

Dr. Ethan Ramsey needed to settle down a bit in the office at his own company after another fight with his menacing intern Dr. Klaw Craig with her last words still haunting his mind. He didn’t know why she would say that and couldn’t forget her flushed face like a damn broke her.

Craig.

What are you doing to me?

He gritted his teeth knowing that the Rookie was always one step ahead of him and was always right about everything. He ran his hands down his face and scratched the scalp furiously. The other attendees would praise her work especially Dr. Tanaka and he hated it.

Instead of being proud as his mentee was slowly progressing and learning in the field of medicine he was furious at how she would judge him for being wrong. There were several occasions that he would hear from the nurses station when passing by, talking about them.

“You know what Dr. Craig says about Dr. Ramsey? “He’s not only an asshole, an entitled jackass but also a dick!””

“Oh my gosh, really?”

“Yeah and she also calls him ‘blue jerk’.”

“What is that for?”

“Pff who cares girl. That woman is highly dangerous. I think she can knock him off.”

“No way she can beat our Dr. Ramsey.”

“Ye, ye that’s what you say but I think she’ll make him beg for his life. Do you want to bet?”

“For that crazy woman? Absolutely not! Don’t you know what she said to Marlene last night when she heard gossiping around about her? I don’t want to end up in her position!”

“Why? What happened?”

“She gave her a glare that none of interns have ever done in years and she glowered by saying in a court tone: “If I ever catch you again pulling stunts like this- you’ll not only be seeing yourself to this place but even to this whole country. A good suspension from the board comes to you and then- hasta la vista! Your career is over. You don’t want that, don't you? So go back to your shit before I smash your head to the wall. Got it?””

“Holy fuck. Imagine if she does the same to Ramsey!”

“Oh girl if they do this on my birthday in the upcoming month, I’ll gladly watch the show hi hi.”

So she was not only judging him but also disrespecting him in front of all other people. Was that a part of a game to win his attention? Or was just the whole truth about him as a person? He had never been such doubted for little things but it seemed like this time something was changing inside of him.

But what?

He couldn’t decipher it.

But he knew something for sure. He was afraid.

And the consequences were coming faster than he thought. Naveen would always tease him about her, telling that she was like him in his first year and they had so many in common together. And of course Ethan would roll his eyes by changing the subject.

His thoughts were interrupted when Simon entered to his office hurrying.

“Ethan I need your sign now!”

“Don’t you know how to knock on the door Dr. Tennant?”

“Sorry man but I need this urgently about the case of Mr. White now as I’m going to be his surgeon.”

“Fair well.” He took the papers and scribbled his signature. “There you go.”

“Thanks man.” Before he would left he tilted his head back to him. “Are you okay? You seem like something has dawned upon you. Like you have grey clouds comin’.”

“I’m fine Simon. There’s nothing to worry about. Don’t you have an emergency now?”

“Well,” he gave a thought first, closed the door and sat across him with a suggestive smile “It can wait an hour at least.”

“Seriously? You did all of this to stay here?” He shook his head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable.”

“Look pal- we’ve been working together for ten years and never in my life I have seen the indestructible Ethan Ramsey thinking such tensely and being as distracting as now. Or better saying sixteen years of knowing you since at John Hopkins.”

“Hmph. And that’s why I hate you.“

“Aww that’s so sweet of you my friend.” They both let a laugh. “Now come on- tell me what’s wrong.”

Ethan let a long sigh seeing he couldn’t escape from Simon’s insists. “Do you think I’m failing to be a mentor?”

He snorted. “You’re kidding right?” When he saw his hardened gaze he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Oh shit. This is really something serious going on huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Hm. And what is the cause behind this?”

Ethan firstly hesitated but he needed really to talk, to clear his mind before going in an aneurysm and gladly- his friend was there for him.

“Dr. Klaudia Craig.”

Simon’s eyes widened in shock while his mind was trailing the most unusual scenarios he could imagine. Did she do something wrong? Did Ethan hear the endless gossips around speculating about him and Klaw being as a couple? Yuck he thought. He even discussed her confrontation with Marlene in which he scowled her.

“Have you lost your mind? What if one of the board members would see that especially Dr. Wen which I may add thanks to your banters against her she hates you. This is literally called threatening!”

“Look she deserved that and I’m not going to say sorry to her okay? And about the board- I simply don’t care because I did this to protect my dignity and yours too Simon! She was dragging a lot of dirt and I just gave her a simple warn to not mess with me again. I know you’re mad but it was the only thing that came to my mind.”

“This, little miss is going to be the last time you put yourself into the edge because if there’s a next time- I’m not going to be there for you.”

He really was hoping it wouldn’t be another next time.

Did she consider Ethan as a friend? Or- something more? Did she enter herself into a trouble again or was she planning in destroying this man? These were stupid thoughts but a heart of a brother always puts everything on plate when it is about caring for a special person like her. A rebel one.

He didn’t know how long was staring back at Ethan until he came back to his senses. “And why is that? What is she doing to you?”

“This is exactly what I want to know!” He said while getting up from his seat and went to the window, letting his fist punch it. Then he creased his forehead and let a loud frustrated sigh. “What the hell is that intern doing to me Simon? Who does think she is to ramble and complain to her attending, who’s trying his best to teach her but no,” he shook his head. “There’s no way she is going to learn! I’ve told Naveen before that I didn’t want to work with such an irresponsible and stubborn intern like her. And now I have to hear from some random nurses that she’s underestimating me!”

“Ethan.” Simon’s voice was more concerned but also mixed with confusion. “What you’re saying now isn’t connected with what you just admitted pal. Don’t you think you’re overreacting a bit?”

Ethan gulped. Simon was right about it even though he didn’t want to admit it. He was totally confused while speaking and still he was back at square one.

Simon considered his silence to somehow break the ice. “Have you drank a coffee today? If not- you should and it’ll make you feel better. Alright?”

He groaned loudly. “Don’t make fun of me! What the hell is wrong with you? You never skip cases especially when it’s about my ‘life-changes’.” Said when he motioned with his fingers. “Seriously, is there something you want to tell me?”

I definitely have so much to tell you Ethan but I can’t. I promised to Klaw that I wouldn’t tell anyone that we have family connections as cousins-in-law so in that way she won’t be biased. And for many other reasons that my heart has locked inside. I really wished you didn’t have this perspective for her. Because she’s an incredible woman with a sharp mind and no one can surpass her. Not even you.

“Well what I’m trying to say my dear friend is- this thing you are experiencing now is just a temporary stress and it’ll pass.”

“You sure?”

“Come on Ethan don’t tell me you’re actually afraid of an intern right?”

“Of course not! I didn’t say-”

“Then let your negative thoughts fade away. It’s not good for the heart though. Especially for men in our age.” He said mockingly and tried to stifle his laugh while his friend was glaring at him.

“Okay fine.” Ethan admitted when raised his hands in defeat. “Maybe you’re right. I’m just overthinking for some attitudes that exist in every intern’s bloody character.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Thank you little rat. For not being mad with me as always.”

“You’re always welcome apeshit.” They both shared another laugh as their calling in nicknames was a tradition that enjoyed it and no one knew about it.

”Now I have to go too.”

“Where?”

“To check on Mrs. Martinez.”

But first I have to see Naveen’s results. I really hope that is what I’m thinking now and not some other questions without answers. I’m sorry that I’m keeping this from you Simon but is the only way.

“Ah mi Titi I really missed her jokes today. I’ll finish this stupid surgery as soon as possible to see her too.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks pal.” Simon patted on Ethan’s shoulder. “And as always you can page me if you want to talk again so in that way you’re not going to worry me. Okay?”

He nodded. “Will do.”

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The last time her pager buzzed was when she went to an operation room again led by Dr. Tanaka along with other surgical interns and residents about esophagesctomy. It was a long procedure which lasted about four risky hours to reconstruct the area between the stomach and the healthy esophagus successfully managed.

She was going now to the supply closet. In the only place to calm down her nerves for an entitled jackass. She sighed while shutting the door behind her and closed her eyes. Sometimes when facing someone in these kind of situations she wanted always to leave it behind and act like nothing happened but in the same time she wanted to slap it in their faces for being arrogant as hell and somehow that would made her look harsher. Klaw has never felt such like this before.

What the hell are you doing to me Ramsey?

Maybe it was because of her first experience as an intern or maybe it was from her health management. She didn’t have any idea how was she going to cope with her “broken-heart syndrome” that was leaving not quite good signs for her. She made several times blood analyses and still the levels of Hb were low and her skin was almost pale. When the cases were assigned to her from Ines simultaneously she would feel chest pain and she would clench her teeth so hard trying to suppress any whimper from her mouth. The only thing that could somehow change her condition was the famous rule of breathing.

Inhale. Exhale. That’s it. That’s what you’re going to do. Good. Another one. Inhale. Exhale.

Three times experiencing PTSD had left irrelevant marks in her life especially in her health. She was taking the ACE inhibitors every time she would feel dizzy or not hungry despite the fact that they were giving her some serious side effects. Klaw would feel her heartbeats faster than she used to which was getting scarier or even worse- her burned forearms which she covered with a concealer or wearing T-shirts with heat-resistant forearm sleeves- by hiding them didn’t seem to be an hopeful solution as she felt itches on her skin and it was becoming such awful.

In all of these things she would say right now that her life sucked.

After freshened up a bit she tilted her neck to both sides noticing that she really needed to sleep. If she could sleep of course due to the nightmares where her grandmother’s and Alex’s face would appear and there was no rest for her. Another problem to add to the list.

She was looking herself at the mirror wondering that how was possible that she was in that state? Where was that Klaudia Craig who hadn’t fear death before- and now? Where was the one who didn’t care what people said to her despite many provocations? And still her mind lingered in Aurora’s words even though she tried to convince herself that she wasn’t caring about it.

“Why everyone thinks you and Dr. Tennant have such good chemistry huh?”

She was lucky that Klaw didn’t lunge forward if it wasn’t for Dr. Ramsey coming at that moment.

And- who the hell was she going to be if she failed in medicine? That would be the end of everything.

Also she remembered Colt’s words when they separated from each other the last time.

Y’know that the doors of my, our company will always be open ‘cause you have the most contributions there and I don’t want you to lose such an opportunity like this but... the most important thing is your opinion.

Or maybe her parents were right- she would never be a doctor because she was never ready for it and didn’t have the capability to learn that much. Her hands were shaking and was trying her best to keep her balance to the nearest shelter from this negative accumulation. If her colleagues knew even the smallest things about all of these, then she was going to be very screwed.

But as soon as her pessimistic thoughts were about to start again- she received a page in the emergency room. Or this was quite opposite- someone needed her and she was ready to face it.

It’s just another case Klaw. Don’t mess it. You’ve learnt how to deal with it. You got this.

As soon as she approached she went immediately to a pregnant woman who seemed to need much more help than the others while she was trying to protect two lives in the same time. While Klaw was placing the stethoscope in her ribs she saw that the baby was only mere days to be born and the thought of losing it was crossing her mind. No. She wasn’t going to let this happen. She would save both of them. They would not be separated from each other unless the mother wouldn’t go to the preeclampsia state.

Dear God don’t make this happen. Please I beg you.

“Poor you. Who might’ve brought you here?” She whispered.

“I did.”

She turned her back in surprise to see a muscular man in his paramedics uniform. From the look of it he seemed to be a Brazilian guy with a Latin-American accent which was totally obvious. And a handsome paramedic. Klaw thought for some seconds she was lucky that this hospital had not only the best medical staff but also a beautiful one just like in the TV’s. The paramedic started to explain the situation occurred.

“Her name is Dolores Hudson and her office was on fire. The other colleagues are safe ‘cause they escaped from the building successfully whereas she- she couldn’t move fast enough.”

“When did she fell unconscious?“

“In the ambulance.”

“I see.” Klaw nodded. “When I heard her heartbeats were strong. She must had smoke inhalation judging by the oxygen mask.”

“Yes indeed and I-”

“Alright then, thank you for the information.” She said rapidly and courtly which made the paramedic blink twice. “Danny!”

“Yes Dr. Craig?”

“Admit Ms. Hudson in the list and into a bed until I come with her blood analyses as her doctor taking the case. Got it?”

“Alright Dr. Craig.”

“You must be a resident to be such authoritative doctor.” The handsome paramedic said while letting a smirk.

“Actually I’m a surgical intern. Only one week here. I know it may seems weird but I do also some diagnoses.” He stared in awe by this admitting. “And by the way my name is Dr. Klaudia Craig but call me Klaw instead.”

She offered her hand to shake while his eyes weren’t leaving hers. Not only she was so damn gorgeous with those dark brown eyes and straight long hair but also he asked himself if he was talking with a Goddess or what? And he took a brief look on her elegant body that was covered in her green scrubs. He had never thought that even her name would be so beautiful.

Klaw.

“Nice to meet you. Rafael Aveiro but you can simply call me Raf.” She giggled while they were shaking their hands and god- she was even more beautiful when she smiled. He didn’t want to leave her warm hand which was giving him an electricity in his body and felt his cheeks blushing.

Oh fuck this woman is driving me crazy.

“Uhm- I really hope I got them out on time.” He said after he cleared his throat in purpose of changing the topic or better saying- his conversation with himself.

“Wait, what? You saved them?”

He let a chuckle. “Well actually there were no firefighters coming so I had to step inside the building, broke the doors and luckily I found both of them still alive.”

“Wow. Just like in the movies.” Her face lit up like those little children who had seen a miracle happened as she was getting cuter. “So I must call you our Superman of this hospital right?”

“If that’s what you-” He was interrupted when he received a message. “Sorry. This is my cue. I guess I’ll be seeing you around again?”

“Yeah, sure.” Klaw left immediately the ER after receiving a page from Ms. Hudson’s room.

“Gross.” Aurora shook her head after seeing she didn’t want to stay anymore and was ready to leave the ER but a higher profile stopped in her tracks.

“What the hell are you doing Emery?”

As always she wasn’t lucky enough to escape from Dr. Edgar Allen’s criticism.

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “Just doing my job as always- going to another patient with a much more interesting case.”

He crossed his arms and scoffed in disbelief. “Oh really? But why does it seem to me that you’re ditching the real case?”

“Maybe you’re dreaming with your eyes widened Dr. Allen and now if you’ll excuse me-” He caught furiously her elbow and dragged towards him which made her wince.

“What you’re doing now Dr. Emery is that you are leaving a patient who needs your help because of your own ego.”

“That patient had just smoke inhalation. See? Dr. Craig handled it as always.”

“Why do you let her a surgeon handling the case instead of you medical intern?”

She only let a weary chuckle and didn’t reply to him and honestly- why? Why she didn’t interfere and do the same as her fellow doctor? The resident saw her hesitation but also her irritation when it was always about that certain surgeon.

“Aurora,” Edgar said from an authoritative voice turning to a gentle one. “You are dragging pessimism in yourself. Don’t.” He set his palm in her right arm giving her a raise in her eyebrows. “You are much better than this.”

“Of course I am! I am the best from everyone else and I don’t need praises from you Dr. Allen because I can prove it!” When she saw some throwing glances over them she wanted nothing more to be gone right now. “I have to leave now.”

Edgar closed his eyes and inhaled sharply. He knew her. And couldn’t restrain himself to be away from her. She was an intern so what? He was a resident and after another year he would be an attending. He wanted to help her but- how? She was the niece of one of the most respected and talented neurosurgeon woman Dr. Harper Emery whom he denied to work with her to pursue general surgery instead.

Her name was always imprinted on his mind.

Aurora Emery.

And he didn’t know which was the best cure to forget her.

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Dolores Hudson didn’t want to examine herself and didn’t accept the treatment now that she was conscious and her oxygen mask was replaced with a nose tube as Danny informed Klaw by his paging.

Great. Now I have to convince a patient, a pregnant woman whose emotions are high like a child and she’s going to be very stubborn. Gosh I wish I had someone who knows her.

And the last person she would want to see on this planet was Dr. Ramsey. She widened her eyes and was ready to throw a dirty look to him but what was weird was that he was smiling while telling something to the patient Theresa Martinez. She didn’t know how many times blinked her eyes as if was part of a dream.

Wait? He’s smiling? Oh my god he’s- he’s laughing? What in the actual hell is going on with that man? Okay Klaw he’s human- of course he can laugh what did you expect from him? You’re grumpy too but still you can laugh. Right? Oh shit- he’s fucking coming.

“Why are you gawping like a fish that’s jumped out of its bottle?”

“Goodness gracious! You’ll never change that attitude of yours, won’t you?” She frowned in annoyance while she was putting her hands around her belly.

He scoffed while inching closer. “May I remind who you’re-”

“Speaking to my attending. Of course I know, how can I forget about it!” She said while rolling her eyes. “I’m truly sorry your royal highness but I have no time to discuss with you as my patient Dolores Hudson doesn’t want to examine herself okay?” When she was trailing off he stopped her by catching her wrist then unintentionally falling in her palm.

“D-Did you just say Dolores Hudson?” His voice had a complete change in which made Klaw stunned but instead she replied neutrally.

“Yeah? I’ve already said that.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Well we can if you let go of my hand.” She motioned their hands together when he got confused and then he straightened his posture.

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Where is she?”

He followed behind her and was somehow such a strange feeling going on between them that both couldn’t explain. Klaw felt a shiver in her spine when she heard his footsteps and could imagine how he was looking- determined, focused and observant just like always. But this time felt different. His icy blue eyes that would scold her were turned into worrying and almost shocking. His demeanour changed quickly meaning that whenever it was about the patients he would do everything for them. When she saw him laughing along with Mrs. Martinez she thought for mere seconds what kind of a character was he outside of the hospital.

Now Klaw was thinking all the possibilities of who that woman could be. Maybe it was his wife? A girlfriend? A sibling or a friend?

Ethan’s heart pound faster as he was pleading that Dolores would be safe but his questions were wrapping up his mind- where and when did this happen and why to her? He knew he was going to find the answers very soon. Dr. Craig was in charge of it and as she said to him Dolores didn’t want the examination. This was far beyond his imagination. He immediately entered the room when he heard an exclaim and made Klaw flinch.

“Ethan!”

“Dolores what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

As Dolores and Ethan were chatting Klaw felt a pang on her chest that made her almost choked but she kept steady. Her eyes fixed at the swollen belly of Dolores which reminded of her mother four years ago and how she was happy that in the 17th of May 2016 the baby Brian Craig was going to be born... And the clothes Klaw and Imelda bought in the most popular brands for the little angel while they were students in London... And the call from Boston... And then screaming... And then black clothes... What if this happened the same to Dolores? Could she face it? But now Dolores was okay so she didn’t have to worry for the worst. At least.

She cleared her throat. “Sorry for interrupting but I need to hear your breathing Ms. Hudson.”

“Dolores this is Dr. Craig and Dolores was my first patient and my first friend that I made.”

She nodded with politeness and after a brief check she courtly said. “Just what I expected- her breathing is short and she needs a chest X-ray.”

Ethan nodded while he was looking at the chart and Klaw leaned closer to him. Her eyes caught immediately the elevated B.P and for that they both said in low voice in unison.

“She needs an urine sample.”

Hallellujah. And for the first time they agreed on something which is for every kind of audience- a big turn. Anyways when Klaw felt enough confident she thought on why not tease him as she proved again how competitive she was.

“So Dolores, how was Ethan as an intern? A mean and gigantic grumpy?” She could see Ethan’s eyes widened in shock after hearing this. “Or a cute one?”

She let a loud laugh. “Oh my god Ethan wasn’t this grumpy with me but with the other colleagues he thought he was the king ruling the hospital.”

“What? I wasn’t even-”

“And you are right. He was indeed a very cute guy and the nicest one. Thanks to him I didn’t panic for my appendicitis surgery and I was able to face it.”

“Don’t exaggerate it. I just did what many other doctors would.”

“And as always Dr. Craig he will underestimate himself of being a great doctor. Don’t you agree too?”

She gave a thought ‘of being a huge asshole you mean?’ “Yeah... certainly.”

“Fine I think it’s enough for now and I want an answer from you Dolores. Why didn’t you accept the medications?”

“But Ethan those are bad for the baby!” She pouted. “And also I can’t believe I lost it!”

“What did you lose?” Klaw asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“A green stuffed frog. It was for this little tadpole here. I bought it a week ago and it was such adorable but I may have lost it at the building.” She let a sigh. “Which is on fire now.”

Klaw smiled to herself as an idea light up and now she could understand Dolores. “If this is what you want then Ethan and I will get it.”

“For real?!” She squealed in excitement while Ethan’s head snapped in shock.

“But only if you follow our treatment because those medications which you called bad are actually the best for your little prince right now okay? Trust us.”

When Ethan was about to disagree Klaw gave him a pointed look and when he turned his eyes to his friend which was looking at him with hope, he knew he couldn’t deny it.

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Ethan thought this was the stupidest and the most childish idea to get involved especially when that came from her mind. A crazy woman. Once her face was showing kindness and support back at the hospital she was now turned into another person- cold and strange. Klaw didn’t let a surprised face when she saw his expensive Mercedes-Benz and he didn’t expect that as most of interns would be gawking seeing such a pearl. She was so different and didn’t make any excitement sound as they hopped inside and wore their seatbelts.

She then took her phone out of her pocket to see a reminder saying: ‘Drink the pills before the third shift’ in which she totally forgot and was hoping that Dr. Ramsey wouldn’t see it. When he started driving he turned on the stereo in which was appearing an opera concert. Klaw’s right eye dilated in annoyance and knew she was about to go in an aneurism.

Please tell me this isn’t happening! Now I have to hear some drama drama women and men fighting for their precious love or whatever they are saying. If you don’t say something Klaw, you’re definitely going to break that stereo. Or just better don’t say anything if you don’t want another fight with this blue jerk.

And that’s what she did. She didn’t speak a word until they arrived at the building engulfed in fire. The fire fighters were trying their best to put out the flame while the journalists were reporting news to their respective broadcasts- luckily no victims. Klaw scoffed at them while cursing under her breath because she despised them.

“Here we are now. We can search the perimeter but if it fell from her purse in there.. I propose we separate and-” He cut himself off when he saw the intern looking intensely at the building. He rolled his eyes. “Haven’t you seen a fire before Rookie?” But then he didn’t take any responses and frowned in suspect.

Something didn’t fit. From his observation skills he could tell that she was having some flashbacks. And he hoped those weren’t bad.

Her heart beat faster this time and felt sweating on her back as she remembered the screams she let out to save Alex. She saw the fire as something that she would never escape from it. From those horrible memories and dreams she experienced every night. When the flame was doing his work his face appeared.

When she saw him at the hospital without the permission of the doctors she only stared and no tears were rolling off her cheeks. And she touched him to be sure that this wasn’t real- that his glowing face would appear behind her and tell her that it was another person there and not him- and then they could go back to the bar and celebrate her birthday. And when she pulled out the white blanket- she saw the ring in his right little finger that always kept with himself. He was gone- his dark brown hair, his beard, his eyes, his silky hands , his strong muscles, his lips that she desperately wanted to kiss... were gone. And she only stared. Again.

“Rookie?” He shook her shoulders gently. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah?” She nodded. “Yeah... you’re right we should probably separate... I’m going to see if there’s a paramedic truck around here so maybe can help us.” She said that so quickly that took Ethan a minute to paraphrase what she said.

After wandering for a while Ethan pointed them to a small green toy in the storm drain but it was out of his reach. “So what do we do now?”

“Lower me in.” She said it without hesitation and knew that was risky for her forearms. “Just hold my hand tight not my arm if you don’t want me to fall. Okay?”

“Seems like it’s worth a shot.”

Ethan gripped his other hand to hold Klaw tight and when she was tipping herself to get the toy the more she went there the more exposed her left wrist was. He took a brief look at the black sleeve under her scrubs and it wasn’t a normal shirt with long sleeves. It was kind of another material that he couldn’t make it. Another thing to suspect.

“I got it! Mission accomplished!” He lifted her with ease and for the first time in this week he sees her smile brightly. He let a smirk seeing her acting as a child while her gaze was totally focused at the toy.

“We saved you little one! Firstly we will do a sterilization to you so you’re not going to let anything happen to your friend’s mommy. Okay?” She giggled and saw Ethan looking with a quirk eyebrow. “I know, I know it sounds stupid but I like talking to puppets and toys. Especially bears. Mine was a rabbit and I named him Kiko.”

He shook his head and let a chuckle. She didn’t know why in that moment it was such a rare sight of him that made her feel... calm.

“Well now that we’re done we can go and give Dolores the good news.”

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Five hours later...

It was meant to be like this.

She was meant to be in that place. In that operation theatre. Dr. Allen told through her pager that she was needed most in that kind of operation and she took part of it without a single doubt.

Everything happened so fast and she feared that this would happen.

Again she was staring.

Again.

She was remembering how a paramedic save them both, her patient’s protests against the treatment, against the early delivery of her precious angel, against the rules...

She was remembering her happy face when she got the little toy and hugged both doctors lightly whispering thank you’s.

She was remembering how she and her attending were laughing along while watching a comedy on TV. It was such a beautiful sight that she dearly missed it. That familiar comfort they were giving each other made her feel a sense of pride.

She was remembering the time when that damn fucking pager notified her for the worst and the most fearful thing that after a few hours would happen.

She remembered her last words while she, Dr. Allen, Dr. Lozoya and nurses were rushing her into the OR. She didn’t know if her last line was about the baby or the attending before they entered the surgery.

“His name is Ethan.” She said while crying. “Please take care of him.”

The surgery wasn’t complicated to her. It was easy for her. A full eclampsia. But she knew that Dolores wouldn’t be alive and that’s why it stung her. How pity. This baby would be alone and his mother wouldn’t be there to protect him. She took the baby and watched his puffy face drained in blood and was a sight Klaw really really wished that even his mother could see it. She whispered in his ear in a soothing voice.

“Welcome to this world Ethan.”

After that they left him in the incubator because the chances of his survival were fifty-fifty. Klaw took a look at her patient- no heartbeats were heard and no oxygen mask was in her face. She made a promise to herself before walking away.

I’ll take care of him. That’s a vow from Klaudia Helena Craig. Rest in peace Dolores.

She felt her legs quivering because had to give the most difficult news to the only close person on this place.

“Dr. Ramsey...”

He scanned her with his hopeful eyes searching for any last miracle that could’ve happened. But instead he met a blankly expression from her. They didn’t let him to enter to surgery because of his close friendship with the patient as she told him that they would do the best.

“My condolences.”

He slumped on his seat while he ran his hands to his face totally broken. Klaw tried to speak again but it was better if she left him alone for some time. Maybe he was going to need her later. He needed to process all of this.

She was now at the Neonatal Intensive Care.

Again she was staring.

Again.

She was hearing the fast heartbeats of the little angel sleeping with the green frog and touched him with her little finger his tiny hand despite the insistence of Dr. Lozoya not to stay there.

“Craig, you are tired.”

“I’m fine doctor. It’s better if I stay here.”

“As you wish darling.”

“What are you still doing here?” His snarky and demanding voice would always be an insult so she tried her best to keep her composure and not let herself do something else.

“I’m staying here tonight. I’m not going to leave him alone.”

“There are plenty of doctors who can take care of. You should rest.”

“No.” She shook her head. “Whether you like it or not I’ll stay here. It’s my responsibility. I’ve already lost once and I-” She held the tears again as she caught the tongue furiously with her jaw tightened.

“Crying is not a weakness.”

He didn’t need to ask to sit with her in the couch.

What was heartbreaking was when he saw the baby’s name and his expression was such gentle that Klaw saw it again. Maybe he wasn’t that bad after all as she thought or as he thought about her. Ethan explained to her how difficult was his first loss of a patient in his intern year. How he managed to fight it and keep moving on (of course) with the help of his mentor. How he managed to hold himself and Naveen telling him to come back stronger. And they were exactly in that position.

She scoffed. “I didn’t think you would be such... soft. I took you as-”

“Demanding?” He asked and she immediately felt regret saying it.

“From what I’m seeing is that we have different point of views for each other right?”

“Everyone has their good and their bad side Rookie. Just like us. You seem to be someone who doesn’t care about rules and ethics but actually you worry about everything. You seem to be keeping yourself grounded... but you’re not.”

“Which means?” She asked with knitted eyebrows.

“I think you’re not naive to understand that.”

Klaw looked for the first time into his blue eyes sensing something else. Like he was giving her a clue. These kind words... his gentle voice... no she thought- it couldn’t be that thing. Right? No one has spoken to her like this- such caring and somehow comforting. Not since she broke up with her first boyfriend and left goodbyes with the second one. Something was changing in Ethan Ramsey and she didn’t want to think anymore of it. It looked like fate was giving her a warn and immediately she just wanted to break it.

“Do you mind if I go to supply closet? I think I’ve forgotten my pager.”

“Sure. While you’re there, I’m going to grab some coffee. Do you-”

“Yes,” she cut him off. “That would be perfect.”

When she trailed the halls of the hospital her heartbeats accelerated and ran fast so she could drink her pills even though was too late. Her fears were back again. No. She shook her head praying to not think about those imaginary scenarios in her head. She doesn’t believe in love anymore. She would never believe again. It is a huge mistake and she doesn’t want to be weak.

She started to cough loudly while keeping her left hand to her chest until she arrived there. Thank goodness for her no one was present there. She stumbled at first to open the locker cursing under her breath. She let a strangled moan from the pain on her chest as she prayed again to let this thing to stop already. Klaw drank the inhibitors and felt somehow relieved but unexpectedly her vision was getting blurred.

She blinked her eyes when her legs started to tremble and felt her skin heated. She touched her cheeks. Was she having a temperature? No-she was and if not... she would be fine. She had to go back to Ethan’s as soon as possible because she made a promise to Dolores.

While she was taking a step her body twisted in a quick motion and felt strong arms catching and calling her name.

She didn’t know who was the person behind her as she fell slowly unconscious.

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ps: thank you so much for reading this fellas and can you guess who the person may be hm? the first time I made a cliffhanger he he. tell me what do you think about it... I really would appreciate it because as I’ve said before I’m in doubt for continuing this au... and I know that I didn’t write much in Ethan’s POV but maybe I’ll do it in stand-alone fic...

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Spin off: “Reflecting”

Chapter 8: “Friendship questioned”

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Thank you ALL for being awesome and participating in my AMA tonight!! 

As a thank you, I’m giving you a sneak peak into an upcoming fic. I’m not quite sure WHEN I will be posting this, but it’s an idea I’ve had floating around in my head for over 11 years. 

God I feel old. 

This is still a massive WIP, and the following has not been edited!

Kagome sighed as she toed off her high heels, gently scooting them to the side with her foot, next to her island. She peeled out of her blazer as she walked further into her apartment, ditching it onto the closest arm chair, rubbing the back of her neck. 

God she was exhausted. And she wasn’t looking forward to tomorrow, but...that was a “future her” issue. She didn’t want to mull over work anymore right now. All she wanted was her Grubhub to arrive so she could have some sushi, pour some wine, and watch the Real Housewives of Atlanta. 

Their shit was always worlds better than her own. Their drama made her forget about her drama...and she fucking hated drama. When she was involved, of course. 

She still wanted to know 200% of it. 

Just leave her out of it. 

She meandered over to her bathroom and pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail at the top of her head, removing her jewelry. She would have completely changed, but...frankly...she knew that dinner would be arriving soon and she’d rather open the door with her bra on. 

That didn’t mean that she couldn’t get a little more comfortable first though. Try and wipe away some of the traces of her hellish day at work. 

That fucking magazine…

It was her blood. Her life. And they made her bleed for it. The deadlines were crazy, the stress insane, and her bosses even more so. Yet...she wouldn’t trade her life for anything. It was her dream job, and she had sacrificed a lot to get here. 

A social life, at times. Definitely love. 

This was what the trade off was for working at one of the most in demand, read, and famous fashion magazines in the world. 

She rolled her shoulders, before washing her face, drying it with a towel behind her. It was a bit better, but she didn’t feel refreshed. She felt exhausted, and now that the makeup was gone, she could see the bags under her blue eyes. She loved her eyes...was that conceited to say?

She didn’t know anymore after working for them. 

But she did.

They were large and round...had heard from many men before that it was like looking into the depths of an ocean and...frankly...she had to agree. They were one of her most striking features, next to her delicate features. Nose, cheekbone...brows...If she didn’t enjoy food, she had been told that she could have been a model. As it were, however, that wasn’t a path she wanted for herself anyways. 

She exited the bathroom, flicking off the light as she made her way back into her kitchen, opening the fridge door and taking out a new bottle of wine. Chardonnay. She had picked it up a few days ago, and nothing like her hell day to make her want to dip into it. 

She grabbed the corkscrew and began working it into the bottle as a knock came from her door, and she sighed in relief. 

“Sushi,” she grinned, placing the bottle onto her counter as she strode towards the door. “You have good timing!” she called out, placing her hand on the knob, turning it. “I’m famished!”

What greeted her on the other side of the door didn’t look like a Grubhub man. 

Afterall. 

Grubhub brought you food.

Not suitcases. 

“Hello?” she greeted, raising her brow at the man before her. Long silver hair, nervous yet excited golden eyes...His smile was shy but endearing. 

“Kagome?” he whispered, almost as if he couldn’t believe it. 

“Yes?” she replied slowly - hesitantly. Who the hell was he and how the hell did he even know her name?

“Kagome,” he grinned widely, sweeping her into his arms, his lips planting themselves firmly on her lips. 

She squealed as he began kissing her, his hands winding into her hair, his hand gently moving to lovingly caress the small of her back. She had no idea who the hell this man was...or why the fuck he was kissing her, but she didn’t like it!

Well…

She did…

But it was creepy as fuck and she didn’t like it!

She wormed her hands between their bodies and gave him a firm push, staggering backwards into her apartment. 

“What the fuck!” she demanded, running the back of her hand against her lips, and he looked absolutely crushed. 

“W-what?”

“Who the hell are you and why the hell did you just kiss me!”

“W-who...K-kagome…”

She darted over towards the butcher block on her counter holding her knives and grabbed one as he entered  her apartment. 

“Kagome! It’s me! Inuyasha!”

“You say that like it should mean something to me,” she growled lowly, keeping her knife pointed at him. She wasn’t letting him get any closer to her if she could help it. 

If only she were closer to her phone...Then she could maybe call for help. 

“I...We’re getting married,” he breathed, his face confused. Saddened. 

“What?!” she shrieked. This guy had to have a few marbles loose. 

“Do you...Kagome Higurashi?”

“That’s my name,” she nodded. “But I’m definitely not getting married, Buddy…”

“I don’t understand…” he whispered. He looked like he was on the verge of crying, and her heart softened a little. This man...Inuyasha...whoever he was...Seemed completely and totally baffled. 

“L-look. Maybe there’s another Kagome Higurashi that’s out there that you’re supposed to get married to. What...why don’t you...Shit,” she sighed. He looked so sad. He didn’t seem like a threat. He seemed as confused and befuddled as she did. She wasn’t going to put down the knife, but maybe she should take a few deep breaths and try and figure out what the hell was going on. Maybe ask him why the hell he had two large suitcases outside her apartment. 

“Why don’t you grab those and come inside,” she began again, trying to keep her words soft. They had gotten off on the wrong foot, but she was willing to start over and try and help him out. He just looked so lost...Like...A puppy. 

She could see him worrying the inside of his cheek, as he thought over her words before nodding and stepping outside to grab his suitcases. 

Why the hell did he need suitcases?

He moved to close the door but she stopped him. She would rather leave it open in case her judgement was impaired. Frankly, it wouldn’t surprise her if it was. What was she thinking anyways?

...That there was a strange lost man who needed help...who looked absolutely devastated...and she was going to help him out. Because she was a good person. 

Fuck. 

“Why don’t you leave that open,” she voiced, and he glanced back up at her in confusion, before understanding flooded his eyes. “I have dinner on the way,” she explained, but he didn’t look like he completely believed that. 

It was true though!

God...There went her relaxing night of sushi and wine and reality tv...She could already feel it as she removed her blazer from the chair, gesturing for him to sit down. He jerkily nodded, and slumped down, trying to find the words to explain his sudden appearance. 

Her standing probably wasn’t helping to ease him much...So she reluctantly decided to sit on the couch across from him, making sure they had plenty of distance - and a coffee table - between them. 

“Why don’t you tell me who you are, and why you’re here?” she prompted softly, and he nodded his head. She watched his fingers as they began to nervously pick at his nails, and she had to bite her tongue to tell him to stop. 

“My name is Inuyasha Takahashi,” he began slowly. “And I’m here to marry a woman named Kagome Higurashi. We met online six month ago...And...I’m sorry, I just...You even look like her…” he sighed, closing his eyes. “I can’t believe this is happening…”

He leaned forward, propping his head up on his knees as the heels of his hands pressed into his eyes. 

“I should have known better,” he chuckled dryly to himself. “Twelve hours on a plan and you...she...wouldn’t even come and pick me up from the airport?”

“W-what?” she sputtered. “Who the hell is this woman?”

“You! I thought!” he replied in exasperation. “I...Do you have a computer?” he swallowed. “Maybe it will be easier if I just...Can I show you? Please…”

“Yeah. Sure! Of-of course. Hold on,” she nodded, picking up the knife and packing out of the room, keeping her front to him as she made her way into her bedroom. She had left it on her nightstand last night, and now would be the perfect time to grave her phone too. 

Just in case. 

She had left it in the bathroom when she was washing her face, and when she grabbed it off the white and black marbled counter, she was surprised to see a litany of missed phone calls from her friends. Eri, Yuka, Yumi...What the hell did they want?

She shook her head and decided to table that for another time. 

She was already having a hell of a night. She really didn’t want to add their issues to it too. 

She left her bedroom, laptop, phone and knife in hand, and found he hadn’t left his spot. His eyes were red, and glossy, and it made her heart ache for him a little. He seemed so sweet and genuine…

“Here,” she offered, handing him her computer. 

He mumbled out his thanks, opening it and scrolling and typing away. When he was done, he handed the computer back to her, and she was flabbergasted. 

He had taken her to...what appeared to be...A website for mail order husbands?! She didn’t even know that was a thing!

“Kagome and I met about six months ago and it was…” he smiled wistfully. “I felt a connection to her almost instantly. You can...read through everything,” he blushed sweetly, and she absently found herself thinking how precious he looked. “I asked her a few months back if she...would like to move forward with an agreement, and she accepted. We were supposed to be getting married this week,” he whispered, looking down at his hands clasped between his knees. 

“Inuyasha...I…”

“Please,” he insisted. “There are photos that we exchanged,” he blushed. “And she...she looked just like you.”

She swallowed and nodded, her fingers scrolling through the exchange of messages...and she was stunned. 

Everything he had told her appeared to be true. He had been in touch with a Kagome Higurashi...He had agreed to come to New York to be with her...And the bitch had stolen photos of her. 

“Oh my God,” she breathed, and he winced. “I...I know when all of these photos were taken...My brother’s birthday...Pool party with Eri...Weekend away with Yuka…”

Wait. 

No. 

No.

Her heart was racing as an absolutely absurd idea struck her. 

Her friends wouldn’t have...Couldn’t have…

She scrolled up further and found a picture of the four of them at her birthday. 

The pictures. The missed phone calls. 

Please. 

Dear god let her be wrong…

Her phone started ringing again, startling them both. 

Eri...

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chasing euphoria | jeon jungkook

genre : angst, smut

parts : 2/2, (part 1)

pairing : jungkook x reader

synopsis : you didn’t see it coming when jungkook confessed that he likes you. how can you expected that coming when he is the person that your best friend is in love with? no matter what happens; you can’t be in love with him so it ends with rejection from you to him. but why does some kind of spark starts to twinkle in your heart, especially when he is no longer making his way, to you?

side note : this short fics didnt turn out like i want because my mind stucked but i gotta finish it or i will forget about its existence lmaoo. i wanted it to be a heavy smut but turns out to be some kind of failed angst and only a lil smut. i hope you enjoy this jungkook fic and im gonna work harder in my upcoming fics uwu love u guys 

words count : 4875 words

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Few days have passed already. Nothing has changed particularly except the fact that you have become a complete stranger to him. Everything is only business—like from the first time. For some reason, you can’t blame him for keep the distance between both of you—no matter how professional he is. If you were him, you sure don’t want to see that person who already made it clear—that they don’t want you. 

You’re not blaming him.

You are not sure what state are you in right now. There will be time—where you would find yourself scrolling through the old messages between you and him at night before you can feel your heart clenches a lot for no reason. You would bury your face on the pillow and it left with a small trail of tears on it. 

You cried sometimes, it can’t be helped.

And the next moment—you find that you’re all good even the work required you to meet each other’s eyes and talk like nothing happened behind this work. You can stand like a confident woman even every time he looks at you—you see that woman, who changed his eyes. 

It’s confusing sometimes. 

You stare at the huge building in front you as you tighten the heels on your feet. Out of 365 days—why do they need to hold the college reunion at times like this where you don’t feel like going, at all? 

You flinch for a second when you suddenly heard Chaeyoung calls your name as she comes closer to you—running giddily on her high heels, tighten her hands around his boyfriend before the couple stand in front you—with a huge smile plasters on her face.

Looking at Chaeyoung, you finally remember the conversation you had with her—that left you with so much questions and grief.

“Are you serious right now?” Chaeyoung laughed hysterically as she widen her eyes at you—probably not believing what you just said just now. 

“Yeah,” you shrugged, resting your head on the headboard. She chuckled at your remarks.

“Jungkook is only a crush. Did you really think I plan to go any further with him just because I spent most of the time talking about him?” she shook her head, still laughing like crazy every time she remembered your dead serious face when you asked her about Jungkook. 

“I don’t know. You were really into him back then. I was scared to even tell you about my work place,” 

She scrunched her nose.

“Idiot. So what, if you work at the same place with him? Do I need to be jealous? Babe, I have a boyfriend,” she giggled, making you widen your eyes at her before you sit straight.

“You do?” you squeaked—that was the last thing you would expected from her, your shy and passive bestfriend. Damn. So, you have been worrying for nothing, haven’t you? 

She nodded with a smile. Your mouth was opened slightly but nothing came as you have lost any words. What were you going to say anyway? Your wild dream where he is fucking you damn hard and rough?

“Do you like him?” Chaeyoung munched on the chip, cocking an eyebrow at you while squinting her eyes. There was an obvious suspicion in her voice as she looked at you with a smirk across her lips.

You almost choked on the coke—quickly wiping the residue in the corner of your lips before you brought your gaze to your best friend. Of course, she knew. You were a bad liar.

“No. I don’t. What do you mean?” a faint chuckle escaped your mouth. Chaeyoung scoffed.

“Whatever. I can’t blame you if you do. He is damn gorgeous and hot. How the hell you don’t go head over heels for him where you see him—almost everyday?”

You cracked a soft smile. For sure, Chaeyoung ain’t wrong.

Straightening the little velvet dress that have been wrapping your body, both of you and Chaeyoung go inside along with her boyfriend—you can’t help but reminiscing back all of the images from college days as those familiar faces start to squeal when they see you. 

It’s definitely a reunion when you see Taehyung and Tzuyu—still head over heels with each other even so many years have passed. You roll your eyes when you see that tall guy would comes closer to her girlfriend and whispers some thing, making her giggles like a school girl. 

Nayeon still looks the same—just as sassy and loud as she was before but the only difference is, she comes with her husband, Namjoon. There is an obvious spark on her face—staring at him like no one exists except for him. No longer that single hottest girl in the campus.

Talk about Seulgi—your sweet and shy nerdy desk mate finally becomes a fiancé to Jimin, one of the hottest athlete who used to hit on her like an annoying brat. You still remember how Seulgi always whine at you about the bratty Jimin but end up falling for him.

Life is weird, huh? No, love sure is weird.

“Oh my god! You look so good,” Irene looks at you from head to toe—wiggling her shoulder like she just saw a celebrity. You giggle a little at her sudden gesture which is making everyone to look at you. You receive a squeals from them before the party officially starts. 

Everything is fine. You like the food—the musics they are playing—the conversation you between those ex-classmates, talking about future jobs and marriage—the way they bring you into the conversation, knowing how quiet you can be sometimes. You love the environment.

It definitely brings you back to good old days. 

Part of you are excited to be in this circle but part of you seems like missing. It’s left empty—especially when everyone is here with a company, unlike you. You try to comprehend this weird feeling as you unintentionally space out in your own thoughts. What are you missing?

You lost in your thought until you hear the girls are squealing and screaming before you look up, bringing your curious gaze just to meet those deep eyes, again. You see him, standing there in black coat and skinny black jeans—showing off his broad shoulder and long legs. Both of you exchange eye contacts for few seconds before he looks away as the boys and girls hover all over him.

Your eyes twinkle at him before it disappear when you finally acknowledge that he doesn’t come alone. The same woman you saw few days ago—is there, looking just as ethereal as he is. Looking like they are perfect for each other, leaving you to feel small.

The same ache inside your chest, starts to throb again.

“Our student council everyone!” Taehyung wraps his arms around Jungkook’s shoulder as he gives some space for him and his girl. You sit across the table, trying to look busy with your untouched food. Chaeyoung glances at you with her raised eyebrow and lifted lips. She grins at you, knowing exactly what’s in your mind. She knows you don’t want to say anything about this so she chooses to keep quiet and let you in your own world.

Just like that—you spend the entire night, sitting there spacing out and playing with the untouched food that is making your appetite to die. You would glance at the short haired girl beside him—smiling and laughing along with them so well. Not to forget, the way Jungkook would pull her closer to his side—looking at her like his life depends on it without noticing, you are here, stealing few glances from afar.

It’s crazy painful for some reason. Not once, he brings his eyes to you—looking at you like he always does. You feel completely small over here, like your existence feels like an absence to him. It kills you inside to carry this unfamiliar pain inside your chest every time he smiles at her. 

You wonder, when will this misery end? Why does your heart scream—for him?

**

“Drive safely,” you lower your body, looking at Chaeyoung and his boyfriend inside the car. 

“Are you sure you don’t want us to drop you at home?” Mark frowns at you when you eagerly convinced them that you can go home by yourself even it’s already past 12 am. Chaeyoung pouts, you giggle at her drunk self.

“That’s fine. I can manage this. Bring her home safely,” you say as you take a few step backward from his car. Both of them finally agreed and the next second, the couple disappear from your sight which is leaving you alone in front the building. The place is still busy so you don’t mind spending some time to find a cab.

Your body sores a lot, the heels on your feet feels like a thorn. You don’t care about anything else because all you want to do is going home. Today is pretty tiring already.

You heave a sigh before you wait patiently at the side, to stupidly looking for any cabs or public buses Even for sure, it’s hard to find ones at this hours. The fact that you reject all the ride offers, amaze you. What the hell are you thinking?

“Hey,” a faint voice suddenly fills the quiet place, making you to look back before your heart thumps at the sight.

It’s Jungkook. 

You steps aside, to give him some space. His sudden appearance makes your heart races—especially when he cracks a small smile at you.

“Are you waiting for cabs?” he adds, bringing his gaze at the road before he looks back at you. You nod, silently. Curling your lips, you look at him and smile.

“Why are you still here?” you ask him out of curiousity. Well, you are more curious to why he is here instead of being with his girlfriend 

Jungkook hums.

“I know you always wait for a cab so I thought....of checking up on you,” he rubs his nape while chuckling at himself—making you to smile. Despite his masculine look, his shy side is interesting to you. They are very rare yet interesting whenever he decided to show them.

“I can send you home if you want,” he adds. You shake your head slowly.

“That’s fine. Thank you,”

He nods. 

A short silence fills the space between you too before you open your mouth again.

“Why are you here instead of being with your girlfriend?” you whisper.

He looks up at you to find your eyes. 

“She went home already,”

You frown a little at the answer before you nod silently. It’s a little weird for a boyfriend to let his girlfriend to go home by herself but you are not in that place to say anything about his personal life. 

Silence again. Swear it kills you.

“Jungkook,” you call his name. He hums.

“I’m sorry if I’ve hurted you in some kind of way that I didn’t mean for it to be like that,” clenching the purse around your hands, you meet his eyes again. This time, no one looks away. It’s just you and him—everything is fading.

“You don’t need to apologize, you know that right?,” he smiles but why does it hurt you?

“I need to.” you stare at him. 

“I want to understand why am I feeling this way for past few days. I mean...don’t you agree we are getting too distant from each other now?” there is a hint of pain your voice, trying to make him see your point.

You are hurting.

“I don’t want us to be that way,” you inhale some air.

“But, today, I think it’s better for us to stop seeing each other like we used to so...you can’t hurt me, I can’t hurt you and...we can’t hurt her,” you can feel your tears are pooling in your eyes before you shake your head, to make them go away. He still there, looking at you, can’t believe what just came out from your mouth.

Before he could say anything, a cab is passing by and you immediately wave at the driver to stop. Looking back at him, your heart breaks a lot. 

Being with him is one of the moment that you would look forward the most every day—he makes you secure, he makes you share things with him, whom you never thought the person would be him. It’s crazy to see you cross path with the least expected human being in the world just to end that this way.

For real, he makes you want to be with him all the time. But, you can’t do that anymore.

You come closer to open the car door. before you comes inside, you look at him with a smile.

“The time we shared were great. Thank you,” you crack a smile even your heart is bleeding so much. You could cry anytime soon but you need to grip on yourself. Just a few seconds.

Nothing comes out from his mouth. Not sure if he has lost at words or else so you take it as an okay from him.

“Goodnight, Jungkook,” you say;pulling the car handle to close the door before he comes closer along with the darkened eyes and clenched jaw. He is flaming with anger all over his body.

Before you can say anything, he grabs your wrist and pull you out from the back seat, making you stumble on your heels as he brings you to somewhere far from the car. Your eyes widened at his sudden action.

“Jungkook! What the hell, stop!” you almost yell as you look at his stiffed back while he pulls you with so much intense. His jaw clenched, his eyes darkened, his voice—it is full of tension. He says nothing, tightening the grip around your wrist.

“Jungkook!” you call him again when the heels are clanking on the ground with so much rush, making you almost trip and break you ankle. Few seconds after, he stops and pushes you slightly against the cold wall along the alley before he traps you between his firm arms. You whimper at the coldness on your back.

“What are you trying to pull?” he grunts—looking straight to your eyes with fiery fire.  Even under such dim lights, you can see his eyes gleaming with anger—so much anger which is keeping your feet static on the ground. His face is only few inches apart for yours, making his hot and minty breath brushing your skin slightly. 

“W-what do you mean?” you squeak—looking back to his eyes even deep inside, world knows how dangerous can they be. Your legs become wobbly when he makes the gap between you and him disappear as he comes closer.

“Why are you telling me goodbyes even you feel like crying?” he groans.

You are taken aback at his words. How the hell he sees that?

“Why do you drive me this crazy?” nails clawed on the wall, he pulls away from you as he runs both of his hands through his long hair, looking frustrated as ever. It leaves you confused. What makes him changed this much? Why does he look like a beast. A sexy beast.

but The only question is why is your core pooling and wetting the panty when you see those eyes and hear that raspy grunts from him?

“Let me go. I want to go home,” gaining your strength to stand properly, you glare at him just to find his burning eyes again. You can clearly see the veins along his jaw and neck—leaving you breathless.

“Why are you such in denial? I don’t understand,” 

“What are you trying to say, Jungkook?! I’m confused. Can you just say what you want and let me go?” you voice screeches a few octave when you no longer can hold the sudden pissed off in yourself.

“Do you love me?” he whispers. 

Silence. Intense eye contacts.

“No, I don’t. Can I go now?” God know how bitter it sounds like in your throat when you say those poisonous words. How the hell your mouth says no but your heart says the otherwise? He heaves a sigh, coming closer to you, faces few inches apart.

He stares at you. They have changed. His eyes. No more fire—no more anger. Just pearls and..love. Your heart is thumping hard like it’s going to burst anytime.

“Say that again,” he stops, taking some time to calm himself.

“Say that again and I will let you go. Say that before we stop looking at each other again,” his voice becomes lower like he is hiding a pain behind that. There is silence between you two as you stare into his eyes, trying to contain this pain inside your chest. 

His eyes—they always speak louder than anything and seeing those, make your heart feels nothing but ache.

A small trails of tears start to stream down to your cheeks, to your chins before it drops, wetting your dress. You can’t look at him on the eyes anymore so you look to your feet while sobbing softly. You’re not sure how you look like right now but definitely a mess. 

“I can’t do it,” you cry. The small alley is filled with your sobbing as there is no reaction from him. 

The next second, he lifts your chin before you meet his eyes again. You look at him with a teary eyes before he comes closer.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispers. You nod.

Just like that, he crashes his lips against your mouth with so much force, sealing every part of his lips with yours—not leaving any space untouched. Taking a piece of clothes on his chest, you pull him closer to you, making him to bring his hand on your jaw.

He grunts in the kiss—licking your lower lip to give him the access before you open your mouth just for him to hover them with his tongue. You know he can taste the salty water from your eyes. 

You haven’t had such a sweet kiss. Every part of his mouth, tastes damn sweet.

Sucking on your mouth for the last time, he pulls away from the kiss as both of you pants for air like crazy. 

“Damn it, I want you so bad,” he whispers.

**

“Ah!” you whimper as Jungkook crashes his lips along you neck with his hands travelling on your exposed thigh. He presses you against his marble wall before finding your mouth for hundred times, kissing them deeply. 

A small yelp escapes you lips when he palms your soaking core—the thin fabric of the panty do no justice to his warm and slender fingers, that are rubbing your clothed clit. You moan to the air.

“Wet as hell,” he grunts, looking down at his fingers while grabbing your hips to support you against the wall. You spread you legs wider, making him chuckle out of joy. 

“Impatient, huh?” he whispers as he hovers your mouth for the last time before bringing his hands to the hem of your mini dress. The next second, the sound of ripping fills the room as he rips your dress , leaving you only with bra and panty. Your eyes widened.

“I just bought it!” you whine at him only to receive a boyish chuckle from him as he looks straight to your soul. 

“I can buy you a new one,” he whispers—rubbing your wet clit with his fingers and trailing a sloppy kiss along your neck—causing you to moan out loud. You throw your head when he quickened the fingers pace, twirling them to torture you even more.

“Ah! Jungkook!” you moan, grabbing both of his shoulders for support before he unclasp your bra. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you up against the wall, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“Why are you so wet when you don’t even love me?” he groans on your neck, biting and licking them to bring you to another universe. Your vision and mind seem like it’s leaving your system when you can feel nothing but his touch. 

He pulls his fingers away from your clit, making you whimper at the sudden missing touch. Then, with one gesture, he unbuckles the belt and pull down the pants, causing the huge throbbing buldge under the boxer to touch your inner thigh. Along with that, he pulls your panty—showing the soaking wet pussy to his sight.

Another moan and faint grunt fills the room. You look down at him and find his darkened gaze. His gritted teeth, clenched jaw. How the hell this sweet man turns out to be this aggresively sexy beast? Your core is throbbing a lot at the sight. Slowly, he rubs his clothed bulge on your pussy while keeping the eye contact with you—not leaving your eyes while he abuse the pussy. 

Mouth opened, you moan while staring at him. Both of you pant hard, chest pounding against each other as he quickened the pace—causing you to grip on his shoulders, even tighter. Your body bounce, synchronizing with his pace. 

“Did....you do this with her?” a faint voice escapes your lips along with the endless moans. He groans while clenching his jaws. Moans and moans.

“Do you want me to?” he asks you back before tugging on your hardened nipple with his teeth—making you to lose your mind immediately. You’re sure he can feel the dripping juice on the tip of his head as you almost find the climax at the intense rubbing. 

You don’t answer him as you throw your head and moans like a weak kitten. His twirls his tongue on your bud—kissing and sucking it while rubbing your pussy with his member.

“Answer me,” he slaps your ass, making you yelp.

“N-no,” 

“Why?” 

You bite your lower lip to refrain yourself from moaning even more. You’re so close to your orgasm before he suddenly stops. Opening your eyes, you see his throbbing cock—raw and hard. Before you could say anything, he pounds inside you—grabbing your hips to come closer to him.

“Ahhh!” you scream out of pleasure at the sudden contact as he starts to move without letting you to adjust to his size. He thrusts slowly before pulling them out, to make you whine again and again. He smiles before slamming into you again, burying his cock into your pussy as he starts pounding back and forth. 

You moan out loud at his cock stretching inside you—your body bounce against the wall while wrapping your legs around his waist to ease the tension. The slapping sound fills the space, like it is a background music both for you and him. 

You meet his eyes and just like before, his eyes never left yours.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes on your collarbone, clenching his jaw as he pounds your pussy. You feel the butterflies at his words. His eyes—speak thousand love and adoration. Only for you. 

“You don’t know how I want to fuck you this way,” he whispers—causing your butterflies go wild in your stomach. 

“Do you love her?” closing your eyes shut, you whisper.

“I don’t,” he says. Not sure why but your heart feels like it got lifted.

“Do you still love me?” you moan at him—he smiles and quickened the pace. Oh god. It’s so fucking good.

“I fucking love you, so much,” he groans.

“I love every part of you. You don’t understand,” both of you moan when he find the sweet spot in your pussy. Your breath hitched—finding some air.

Suddenly, he pulls out from you and let you stand on your feet before he tells you to bend down. Just as confused as you are, you bend down, gripping on the cabinet with both of your hands before he slams inside you again.

Your body arches.

“Let me love you,” he bends down to you and kiss your nape while his hands gropping on both of your hips, forcing you to move along with the thrust. You whimper, biting your lower at the pleasure he is giving.

“Love me, then,” you say, peeking at him over your shoulder. He seemed speechless at your remarks before he slams into you again and again, abusing the pussy with his huge cock as he rubs your clit. 

You moan his name. Both of you almost losing breath as you can feel the knot in your lower stomach, almost reaching the climax. 

With the remained strength, you move your hips back and forth, causing his tip to abuse your walls again and again.

“Oh fuck. Baby, you feel so damn good,” he curses, looking at his dick pumping you while clenching his jaws. You hum and moan, peeking at him while moving rapidly. 

“Jungkook...I’m coming,” you whimper. He kisses your nape.

“Do it for me. Cum for me,” his sweet raspy voice growls across his house—making you squirm around him. He moans, so fucking hot and sexy.

“Jungkook...” you call him. He hums.

“I love you,” you moan before you release the juice, coating his cock with the white substances. A trails of scream escaping your mouth when the next second, he fills your pussy with his warm thick cum.

Your body becomes sensitive after he pulls out, making it to twitch and flinch. When your legs feel like it’s going to collapse, Jungkook lift you up and place you on his lap as he sits on the sofa. 

You can hear his heart beat is racing, His chest is pounding as you lay your head on his chest—catching some air after the intense fuck. With you Tugging on his arms, he wraps his arms around your hips as he brings you closer to his chest.

“Eunha is my ex-girlfriend,” suddenly, he breaks the silence. 

“Our relationship has ended a year ago and she suddenly comes back to me,” he lifts your chin, making you to look at him.

“I was heartbroken when I sent you home, that night,” 

“It was crazy for me to move on when you don’t want me like I wanted you,” his eyes changed. There is a pain and sorrow—along with that voice. 

“I thought, giving another chance to love her like I used to, would erase you from my mind but the more I look at her, the more I think of you,”

“So, rather than hurting her, I broke the relationship again,”

He stares at you like he is telling you how heart broken he was. Just like you. His bright eyes, his pouty lips, his charming smile—you didn’t know you have been missing him this much. Straddling on his laps, you bring your hands on his face. 

You miss every part of him. The way he looks at you this way. The way he talks to you this way. You thought you have lost them all but when you see the familiar spark on his eyes—they are still there. Tears prick on your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” you bite your lower lip while rubbing your thumbs on his cheek, taking every part of his face into your sight.

You love this man. So much. Not sure when did it start but you know you love him when the thought of him not being yours—hurts you bad. 

“I’m sorry for making us this way,” you squeak with tears falling down your cheeks. Brushing the hair from your face, he leans closer and sealing your his lips with yours. Every time he kissed you, you feel like you’re on the cloud nine. It feels like a dream. The way he moves his mouth on yours, you don’t want him to go. 

“I thought we will be okay but why does it hurt me so much to see you with her”

You can feel your heart clenches at the thought.

“I love you. I love so much,” you sob when he pulls away from the kiss—staring at your messy face only few inches apart. 

He chuckles. Rubbing his thumb across you cheeks before he pecks your nose.

“I know that,” 

“I love you too,” he whispers. Your tears flow even more as you wrap your arms his neck and cry on his shoulder. He chuckles as he let you to calm down, letting go the pain in your chest for a while. He secures your waist around his arms, bringing you closer to his embrace.

When you finally calmed down, he looks at you with a grin.

“So...” he bites his lower lip.

“Are you mine?”

You giggle, scrunching your nose at him.

Jungkook grins, bringing his face closer to yours as he speaks,

“Tell me,” he chuckles. With that, you nod with a smile.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon,” 

He laughs before he takes your face in his hand as he hovers your mouth for millionth times with the other hand, grabbing your hips to grind on his hardened cock, again.

You squeal—completely ready to give your all to him. 

i think im failed at this one but whatever, check out my other smuts thirsty hoes *chef’s kiss*

[birdwonder]

Could I get life with the Bucci gang + Trish headcannons from after they defeated Diavolo? Like what do they do after they have freedom to do whatever they want now? Everyone lives AU of course because I miss my children 😔

|| i am a tumblr n00b who can not find a way to directly link my rules into my bio but i don’t take part 5 requests juuust yet. BUT. i have been wanting to write for part 5 so i’ll probably make an exception for you, lovely anon, and do some headcanons/fics i’m able to do in the future, until i’ve finished Golden wind ~! also - you hit my feels man.

 i made them s/o related bc i’m so used to them that i didn’t realise that the request wasn’t specified for that :,) 

Bucci Gang | Happy Ending Headcanons 

Bruno Bucciarati 

- God, he wants nothing more than to finally have some peace and quiet. Remaining in the mafia isn’t even the least of his concerns, instead he wants to know what you want. Whether you joined him on his journey to take down Diavolo or not didn’t matter as he knew that either way, the stress of him dying and you being tangled up in his mess would have been enough to cause premature grey hairs.

- Even if he does return to the mafia as a Capo, he wants a vacation, just perhaps not somewhere in Italy. With Giorno’s new status, and his own being fairly high ranking, he has the funds to take you somewhere away from any gangs and drama. His first idea would be a holiday island so the two of you can relax on the beach and feel the cool water from the pool washing away all the anxieties you once had; a couple spa day would not be out of the question.

- A change in scenery such as a cold country wouldn’t be too bad either, though he feels like the preparation for that would be a little harder as he doesn’t own many winter clothes.

- During the holiday, the two of you would spend every evening in a 5-star restaurant, dining in front of the sunset with joy in your hearts. On your final night of your stay, Bruno seems to be the happiest he’s ever been the whole trip and you can only assume that the effects of taking a break had finally worked on him. “It’s so nice to see you smiling, amore,” you tell him, resting your hand over his own on the clothed table.

- “It’s all thanks to you, [F/N],” Bruno softly explains, standing up while taking your hand into his own, glancing at the slowly falling sun. “I feel like I’ve been through Hell and back, and yet every moment with you so far has been Heaven.” Your heart melts at his words, eyes softening when he turns to look at you. “I’ve risked everything ever since my father died, and it’s made me realise how short life can truly be…”

- You can only gasp when he lowers himself to a single knee, one hand intertwined with your’s and another holding a small, velvet box with a ring fit for you. “I want to cherish every day, hour and second with you, amore. Will you marry me?”

- Whether you say yes or no, he respects your decision and makes it his goal to enjoy ever last day with you in a beautiful house. He still works alongside Giorno and his gang, but never once steps into a fight or situation without you and both of your safeties in mind.

Leone Abbachio

- He needs a drink, and bad. Yet, you stop him and instead force him into your arms on a couch and hold him until you’re crying tears of joy that it’s all over and even he’s close to shedding one or two; his face buried into the top of your head and muttering that he’s so grateful he hasn’t lost you.

- From there, his need to live for something or someone changes. His goal is no longer to be on hand and knee for an authority, but to be with you.

- His loyalty to Bucciarati remains, especially when they had been through so much together, yet much like his friend, he takes things easier. Leone’s mood is not as bitter as it once was and he softens every time he comes home from work to see you waiting for him or you return from your own occupation - both of you ready for some serious intimacy.

- If you’re apart of the mafia, he might pressure you to leave and live easy with his support, but he knows that you’d have to be pretty hard-headed to join the Passione, so leaving won’t be easy.

- After a year or so since the Diavolo incident he’d really want to settle down. Officially, the two of you would be living together by now but the house is just too quiet, which says a lot for such a silent, kept to himself man. During dinner one day, his cheeks are flushed red and he can’t even bring himself to eat or look at you. Worried that you’ve done something wrong, you ask what was causing this mood and the response of “I want children,” makes your fork drop to the floor.

- It’s entirely up to you if you both have children but if you do want to start a family, he’ll be overjoyed. He wants to commit to you and a rugrat or more. After all the shit he’s been through, having the ideal happy family dream is everything he could want. Also, he’d be an incredible father and husband. Nothing comes before his family, not even a mission. 

Pannacotta Fugo

- oh shit oh fuck he’s lost. what does he do?

- There’s a good chance he hasn’t announced his love for you yet, so that’s probably the first thing on his to-do list. He knows he shouldn’t wait for life to take it’s course anymore and that he knows to be with you. Sooo, with pure fear, he pulls you aside and yells out that he loves you and starts to ramble that it’s ok if you don’t feel the same. You shut him up with a kiss and tell him you feel the same.

- After that, he has no real plans. It’s ironic seeing as he’s a strategist who has everything planned out, but he doesn’t have much in mind. Would he stay in Passione? Maybe, maybe not. Fugo has realised that he’s missed so many opportunities when it comes to his education and that he could be using his high IQ for something good, yet he knows no where could handle his anger issues quite like Bucciarati and the others could; aside from you.

- He’s young still, so marriage and a settled life style is too early however he still wants to be with you a lot more. As awkward as they may be at first, Fugo takes you on many dates and makes sure they all end with him shyly telling you that he loves you.

- If he keeps up working with the Passione, he continues to mentor Narancia for sure. Still just as aggressively if the poor boy gets anything wrong.

- Might try to practice using Purple Haze in a way that doesn’t affect the others around him. After all, if he can’t develop himself academically in a educational field, then he wants to grow in other ways. His anger issues and reluctance to use his stand? He wants them gone, or at least manageable to a satisfactory level. Fugo knows it won’t happen quickly or maybe at all, though that doesn’t stop his efforts.

Narancia Ghirga

- He’s going to go to school, baby !!

- And you’re coming with him, whether you were already in it or not. He’s going to become smarter and at least try to experience a portion of a normal growing up experience with your’s and Fugo’s support. Both you and the strawberry man will be begged for tutoring, to which there’s no hesitation for agreeing.

- Narancia is so happy that the whole mess is over and takes you into his arms, kissing you at least hundreds of times, telling you in-between each kiss that he loves you and that he can’t wait to go back to how things were. “I (mwah) love (mwah) you (mwah) so so so (mwah) much! We’re going to (mwah) kick back and relax (mwah) and watch all our favourite movies and (mwah) eat all our favourite foods!” “Narancia, stOoOoP!”

- You don’t have a choice in the matter when it comes to sticking by him. You both are going to live free and happy, with no cares aside from homework and upcoming tests. 

- He’ll probably stay in Passione but makes time for school. It’d be a waste to not use Lil’ Bomber/Aerosmith and he wants to stay close to his gang until forever.

- Celebratory torture dance anyone?

Guido Mista 

- Both he and his sex pistols are all over you once they realise that you’re all free from the gruelling mission. His hands are under your arms and he picks you up, swinging you around with so much cheer that hearing anything but his joyous yells of, “we did it!” is impossible. At the same time, his sex pistols are crawling up your arms and towards your face, hugging your neck and face with their own mini cheers of victory. Eventually, they each place an individual kiss on your cheek while Mista plants his own right onto your lips.

- He sticks with the Passione as Giorno’s right hand man, living in the joy of being a top dog and working alongside his friends. With all that they sacrificed, he’s enjoying everything that he does.

- Much like Fugo, he feels as though he’s still too young to marry or start a family immediately. Instead, he helps set you up with your own job and visits you every lunch break to spend time together. If you’re in the mafia, he begs Giorno to let you work alongside him, which was probably the new Don’s plan from the get-go, otherwise he visits wherever you work whenever he can. If he doesn’t have the time, he’ll text you with a cute image of him at work to which you reply with your own.

- Oh, even without starting the family, Mista’s mini stands definitely act like you’re their mother. Everytime they see you it’s constant cries for food and attention, and sometimes they can only be calmed down by your affection, not even Mista can make them work well without them at least seeing you recently. Suppose that’s all apart of a stand being the true nature of a person. 

- Mista likes to spend his new raise in pay on himself and you. More rented movies, more lavish items, tons of gifts and bouquets that you insist you don’t need! 

- You guys would probably move in together just because he likes coming home to you and telling you about his day, or seeing your smile after doing nothing but stand around next to Giorno. He’ll lie at first and say it’s for the sake of controlling his sex pistols because they can’t get enough of you. 

Giorno Giovanna 

- Aw yeah, who’s head bitch now? This guy.

- He works day and night to make sure his dream becomes a true reality, not letting the opportunity that his gang members and you have given him by risking your lives by even associating with him. 

- Giorno’s head is in the game and he hits the floor running as soon as he’s the new boss, not wasting any time in claiming land and setting people straight with his new rules. 

- This leaves you a little down in the dumps. After all that, and he still wants to work… It’s only right that you grab him by the face and tell him that he deserves at least some sort of a break, preferably with you.

- Realising that he really does, and so do you, he complies by having at least a week of resting, eating fine food and doing whatever you want as money was no longer an object to him.

- Mafia or not, you’re his right hand aside from Mista and the others. He’s had a bad day or really doesn’t know what to do with all the work he has? You swoop in and relax him, telling him that it’ll be ok and suggesting ways that he could deal with things. 

- Mista jokes by saying you’re like his secretary like in those cheesy romantic movies and you come in the next day in a formal, assistant like outfit and Giorno’s heart stops. All and every ‘appointment’ for that day is cancelled.

- “I’m so proud of you Giorno, you got what you wanted.” You tell him, brushing a hand through his hair. “The love of my life and a fulfilled dream? Definitely, amore.” 

Trish Una

- She’ll probably want to stick by the you and the Bucci Gang since you all supported her so much. Plus, she wants to improve on using her stand, especially if it’s for good.

- The two of you are glad to be together and spoil yourselves rotten with a shopping trip and a long spa day or two. You spend a lot of hours hugging and comforting her as she definitely breaks down in tears after all she’s been through has caught up. Even if she tries in front of the others, she can’t hide the stress that’s been hitting a rubbery wall and waiting to break through.

- If you cry too, she’ll laugh and say “look at us. Aren’t we just the perfect mess?”

- She isn’t really sure about how or where she wants to live though she wants to see you a lot, maybe not 24/7 just yet but at least close to where you live. If you do end up living together, she’ll enjoy it all the same but will make sure she works hard or longer outside of the home so coming back to see you is a breath of fresh air. 

- Trish would want to have a committed, set life after all the bumps she’s had before. She knows who she is now, so from here on she’s going to be finding new parts of herself. From finding new hobbies and interests to doing some exploring across Italy and maybe the world, she really wants to come to terms with herself.