#hopefully gonna pick up one or two more shirts tomorrow

[midnight-mourning]

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

Or at least, happy spookvember! Unfortunately couldn't get this out on time like I wanted, BUT it's here now (or will be soon). I figured since the poll I made back at the end of September was so close, I'd just give you guys a bonus of a Halloween thing for funsies. So, if you haven't guessed it already:

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YOU'RE GETTING ANOTHER ONESHOT!

in 24 hours, or less.

Let me explain

So, the promptober ended up being MUCH longer than I anticipated, and I think with how much that happened, y'all need to sit and digest it before i hit you smack in the face with another one. I also need time to write it and it's gonna end up being worked on today and tomorrow both. By the time you see this I will be back at it.

BUT KNOW THIS, it's on it's way, and it picks up right off where we left off in the promptober. It's going to be a much more light-hearted read as well.

So, KEEP THIS POST SAVED, as I'll update it with the one-shot once it's finished, as well as an ao3 link. I'll also post an update with the link so you'll hopefully be notified once it's here. SO, hope you enjoyed the first part, and be on the lookout for part two soon :)

IF YOURE SEEING THIS AND YOU HAVEN'T READ THIS STORY FIRST. DO SO. It's basically the set up for this one.

Okay, here's your story, hope you enjoy! Ended up being much longer than I anticipated but she's fun.

Borrowed Time

Word count: 5511

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"Hurry up! We're gonna be late!" You hear your sister call from outside your room. 

You adjust your shirt collar once more, and double check the green paint covering any and all exposed skin on your body hasn't smeared. Though, you doubt it. Lisa made sure to completely cover you. Be that because she wanted your costume to look nice or simply because it was a ploy to make you miserable, who's to say?

You turn around, facing your brother who's sitting up on the bed, still looking very cute in his pumpkin costume. 

Your sister bursts into the room, "Let's goooo." She moans, marching over to you and starting to shove you towards the door with gloved hands.

"Hey, hey cool it Frankenstein. There's a baby on the bed that has to come with us."

You can't see her eyes through the goggles she's wearing, but her frown tells you she's not pleased. 

You turn to face her fully, "Lisa. We can't leave Gabe at home."

She groans, and starts trudging out of your room, "Fineeee, but hurry uuupp."

"Okaaayyyy," You say, and put your focus on your little brother. 

You put your hands on your hips, "Alright Gabriel, ready to go?"

He sneezes. 

"Good enough for me," You nod, scooping him up and heading downstairs. 

Your neighborhood was filled with people in their 60s or older, all retired types and the likes, with a few families with kids Lisa's age here and there. Meaning it was a gold mine for candy. You make your usual lap around the block, Lisa guiding you as you pull Gabe along in his wagon. 

As you return to your house, Lisa's bucket and the wagon having collected a good bit of candy, you reach down and snatch up a chocolate bar, snacking on it.

You decide you have to mess with her at least a little bit, "You sure you still want to go to the Plex? This is quite the haul, you know."

"Yes! You promised!"

You laugh, ruffling her already crazed hair, "Just making sure. Go dump your candy on the table while I strap Gabe in, yeah?"

She rushes off, and while you're putting your brother in the car and loading up the wagon your phone buzzes. 

It's Abby, 'Hey! You going to make it to the party tonight?

Gonna be super spooky~ :)

And there's a costume contest! Winner gets a sweet prize'

You text back as you start up your car, Lisa rushing back out the door to get in, 'I'll stop by for a bit, team's making me, but Lisa's foaming at the mouth to trick or treat this year and that's my priority'

'Yeah that'd be mine too if I was dealing with her

Thankfully mom and dad have Jack and I don't'

You walk up to your porch, double checking you left the candy bowl out and lock your front door.

'If I have to take a guess, she'll be exhausted by nine and I can drop 'em both off in the Daycare for a bit

but not for long, I wanna be in bed by 11 tonight'

'What are you, 30?'

You get in your car, ignoring Lisa's whining to get a move on, 'Hahahahahaha no.

Just slept bad during my nap earlier'

You pull out, heading to the Pizza Plex. When you arrived, the place is packed, you just manage to grab a parking spot. As soon as she's out of the car Lisa is heading for the entrance, and you have grab her so you can get Gabe out and situated in his wagon. 

Upon entering, you're actually quite impressed. You'd seen some staff setting up over the past few days, but now that all the decorations were up it really added to the wow factor. People milled about from place to place, all dressed up, and Halloween music played from speakers all across the atrium. 

You look down to your sister, "Alright, where do you wanna start first-aaand she's gone. Dang it, Lisa."

After a quick search you spy her at one of the many tables and booths set up. You give her a brief scolding but then continue on with your evening. 

By seven you're the one that's exhausted, you're pretty sure you've hit every spot once if not twice. Except for one, that is. 

You'd been saving the Daycare because it's where you'd wanted to end, but now you had no choice, Lisa had quite literally visited every trick or treating spot already, and played most of the carnival games. 

The doors are open, and inside you see kids running about playing games and such. Tending to a long line of trick or treaters is Mia and one of the other helpers. She's dressed as a werewolf, while the other helper-Carter maybe?-is dressed as a ghoul.

The former greets you as you approach, "Hey! Good to see you! Love your costume."

"Thank you, I made it for them," Lisa speaks for you, chest puffing with pride. 

Mia drops some candy into her bucket, "Well of course! Excellent work, Dr. Frankenstein. There's more candy and goodies inside if you'd like to take a peek."

Your sister turns to you, eyes wide. You nod, and she's rushing in, almost knocking over Carter in the process. 

You cringe as you watch after her, her maniacal laughter echoing in her wake. 

"Sorry about her," You say as you step to the side, pulling Gabe's wagon up to beside you.

Mia waves her hand, "No worries, but look at this cutie here!" She bends down to Gabe's level, "Hello Gabriel! You look very handsome this evening."

He giggles as she continues to fawn over him. In the meantime, you scan through the Daycare, looking for the bot you're pretty sure was the subject of your crazy dream earlier. 

He shows himself for you, suddenly appearing on the ground in front of a group of kids, who shriek from fear and delight. He raises to his full height slowly, using his cape to cover part of his face. 

His cape bursts open and he poses, hands up and fingers clawed. It causes the little group to scatter, laughing as they run away. 

As he straightens again, he suddenly pauses for a moment, his focus turning to you. His rays spin once or twice and you smirk, waving. 

Another pause, then, one hand to his chest, he bows low. Your phone buzzes as he rises again. 

'We need to talk.'

You frown, but then shake it off, 'Can't even compliment my costume first? Lisa spent like three hours getting me this green'

'It's, fine. Perhaps a bit tacky, but fine'

You have to hide your gasp as you look up to him, he's now busy with several kids,  'You know, there's a particular emoji I want to send you right now, but I won't because at least one of us has class

I hope that glitter glue stains your faceplate'

'You're simply jealous I look better than you, it sounds like'

You grit your teeth, 'When and where?'

'Ball pit. As soon as possible, preferably'

You glance back to see Mia still messing with Gabe, they're playing peek a boo.

"Hey, this is a weird ask, but could you watch Gabe for me for a second? I uh, need to go check on Lisa."

She gives you a thumb's up and a grin, "Of course! Here Gabe, you wanna help me pass out candy?"

With that taken care of, you head off into the chaos of the Daycare. 

Dodging running kids, you do spy your sister among them, viciously trying to win a game with donuts on a string. Her snapping teeth and general, aggressive, energy does make you question for a moment how much sugar she's had already.

You shrug it off, she's probably fine.

Another group of kids running giggling from Sun by the ball pit, but his demeanor shifts as soon as he sees you. Standing tall, maybe even irritated. 

"Well? What's so important it can't wait until say, tomorrow?"

Sun's hands smooth out his shirt, "Something's going on with Fazerblast."

"Yeah, trust me I'm well aware," You scoff and shake your head, "Been working on it for days with no luck, why do you care?"

His eyes narrow, "Because it's an opportunity, Bright Eyes. Surely you see that."

"Opportunity? For what-Oh no. No, no, no, you are not doing this to me tonight."

He clasps his hands together, bending so you're eye to eye, "When would you like me to remind you then, Sunshine? When the attraction and, surrounding areas, are functional again and we're able to do nothing?"

You're mad. Because you know he's right. You hate it when he's right. Much less admit to it. 

The glitches that've been occurring have been, concerning, to say the least. The map bots have been going haywire after using the charging stations, the music that plays throughout becoming warped, distorted. Certain walls and such shifting randomly, in some cases trapping kids in boxed out sections, to the concern of angry parents. 

Not to mention that the guns have also been malfunctioning, misfiring and in some cases, shocking participants when fired. Both the wielder and their target, which should not be happening. And that’s on top of the power outages.

Sun leans closer, voice low, "I believe you are as aware as I regarding a certain, threat, looming in this building. Surely you don't doubt that they may see tonight as as much an opportunity, right?"

You feel your eyes widen a tinge, "You think, you know who, is behind it? Why?"

"It's not her typical method, but it's the only logical conclusion I can come to," His rays spin, "And I'd rather interfere now before it grows worse."

"Mister Sun! What are you two talking 'bout?"

You both jump, looking down and seeing a couple curious kids.

Sun goes into action immediately, taking your hand and spinning you into a dip, "I'm persuading them to join my legion of the undead for all eternity, and if you aren't careful, I'll get you too!"

That does the trick, they run off giggling and chattering. You're still in his arms when you speak up.

"What was that."

He seems to realize he's still holding you, setting you upright and brushing his hands off on his pants, "Acting. Try not to think too hard on it, wouldn't want to damage that brain you're borrowing."

You scoff, "Ha ha. Anyway, since when do you care about other people? I don't see how you're set to gain anything from figuring this out."

"It's not 'people', that I'm worried about, Bright Eyes. Freddy is supposed to be hosting a game of laser tag later tonight and I fear-" He stops himself, looking away. 

You're surprised, but stick to just a simple tease, "Aw, you care about your friends, how sweet. Fine, I'm in. But you better have a strategy for getting out of here without being noticed."

"I think the opportunity may present itself sooner than anticipated," You see he's looking behind you.

The kids from before are back, and have brought many friends, garnering a small crowd. You spot Lisa among them, hands on her hips and angry pout on her lips. 

She takes charge, pointing, "Hey! The only one that gets to boss them around is me."

Once again, you don't get to react. 

Sun laughs darkly, shifting to stand behind you and taking you by the shoulders. He bends so his head is by your ear, taking surprising care to ensure you don't get poked by his rays. 

You glance up and see the wire lower from the ceiling slowly, "I'm afraid you're too late, Dr. They've fallen into my clutches and I won't be letting go so easily. They're mine now, and I'll be whisking them away to live in my castle, forever!"

Suddenly, you're in the air, Sun holding you firmly around the waist to ensure you don't fall. 

"But, as compensation for your loss," He opens his cloak and candy falls to the ground where you'd been standing, "Please accept this gracious exchange."

To your sister's credit, she seems to considered the offer for a moment before, "I suppose this suffices, very well," And she has the audacity to wave her hand.

Your mouth is agape in shock as you're carried over to the balcony outside the Daycare Attendant's room, "Lisa!"

"He had skittles! That's too good to pass up!" She shouts back, already digging through the candy with the other kids.

Sun sets you both down on the balcony shortly thereafter, and ushers you inside.

"And what was that?" You look up to him, only for his hands to cover your eyes.

"Still acting~ Now, no peeking. I don't need you invading my privacy."

"But you're the one who brought me up here!" You protest. No fair. You didn't even get a single glance around the room.

He scoffs lightly, "Semantics, Sunbeam. Start walking."

If you were in a worse mood you'd have ignore the demand. But, you want to get this over with as quick as possible. You feel bad just leaving your siblings in the care of the helpers without any notice, and you'd also like to actually enjoy Halloween a bit instead of doing what you do every day. 

You hear a door open and shut, and the hands are removed. It's still dark however, and turning you see the other Attendant is standing behind you.

"How do you manage to completely change your outfit?" You nod to the lack of shirt and cloak. 

His faceplate spins, "Trade secret."

"Fair enough, how's your Halloween going? Besides this I mean," You start walking down the hall to the theater, where you hear a Halloween movie playing.

He walks beside you, passing out a candy or two to the kids who notice you pass, "Delightful. I rather enjoy holidays when they're open to the public. Thought a day off is nice every so often."

"Tell me about it, I'm glad we decided to take a half-day today."

You reach the door and Moon bids you farewell, "Good luck, and try not to be too hasty, Icarus."

"No promises," You wink and start to walk out of the theater, only to pause and spin around to watch the transformation but, "Oh come on! That was way too quick."

Sun adjust the collar of his shirt, "You have better things to be worrying about, let's get going now, hm?"

"Yeah, yeah, you don't have to tell me twice."

You set off, walking through the busy Plex to Fazerblast. It's actually easier than you expected. No one questions why you and the Attendant are together, which is a nice change of pace from always being concerned about being caught. With the added factor and chaos of Halloween, it's no trouble, save for a few kids wanting pictures and candy. 

You run into Chica along the way, she's dressed up as Roxanne. While the chat is cheerful, it's also useful in confirming that yes, Freddy will be hosting a Halloween tournament in the next twenty minutes. It also confirms your fears. 

"I feel so bad for him! He's been practicing so much, even choosing to charge over there as opposed to his room the past few nights," Chica sighs, "And yet, he seems so tired, kind of out of it, you know? Not to mention his laser gun keeps causing problems..."

Sun and yourself share a glance but say nothing.

Chica waves her hand, "Well, don't let me keep you anymore, have fun you two!" She shoots a wink and a finger gun your wave and you look away, embarrassed.

As you walk off Sun questions it, "What was that about?"

"Nothing, don't worry about it," You shake your head, coughing, then notice how he's paused, optics dim, "What?"

His eyes brighten again, but his tone is grim, "Freddy's not responding over the FECN. And after discussing with the rabbit, he apparently hasn't for over an hour."

"I'm guessing that's not normal?" 

Sun shakes his head slowly.

You curse under your breath, "Come on, we're almost there and now we know we don't have any time to spare-"

Your hand is grabbed by someone, Abby you realize, "There you are! Come on, we just watched Pete dunk Jesse's head in the apple tank and now they're fighting."

"It was so funny, Bri's trying to break them up but I don't think it's going well," Savannah puts her hand on your shoulder, also guiding you along.

You glance back in time to see Sun get pat on the back by Liv as she follows after you three, grabbing the bot's arm, "You should join too! Come on!"

Your eyes meet Sun's and you think you share the same, slightly panicked look. You don't have time for the party. Knowing what you do about Freddy there's no telling what's going to happen at this tournament.

But you can't think of an excuse as an easy out and thus, you have no choice but to join in the festivities and look for a chance to escape in the meantime.

Thankfully, Sun seems to think the same way, not resisting as the two of you are paraded into the west arcade. 

The music's booming, people are chatting excitedly, and laughter is heard every so often. The decorations here are just are spooky as those throughout the Plex, cobwebs and bats and pumpkins hanging off railings and the ceiling and so on. 

Sure enough, you spy a soaking wet Jesse and Pete sitting across from each other by the stage. Tyler meanwhile, is chomping on an apple while leaning back against the stage, you see it’s one of several. He shoots you a ‘hang loose’ upon seeing you.

Bri is standing over the pair on the ground and appears to be scolding them. She perks up when she sees you arrive though.

"Well look what the cat dragged in!" She grins, giving you a brief hug, "And Sun! You look great!"

He mutters a quiet thank you as she continues to chat with him. Meanwhile you scan your surroundings for any kind of distraction to you get out of here.

"Looking for something?" Pete asks from below you, drawing you out of your worried thoughts. 

You glance down to him, "Just observing. What's the deal with you two and water?" You gesture between him and Jesse.

The later stops rubbing his hair with a pumpkin towel, "Pete thinks if he waterboards me it proves he's right."

"That is not true, you started it! He said my costume wasn't good," He looks to the other man on the ground, sneering "Which, by the way, yours is shit."

Jesse throws up his hands, half-dried cloth flailing in the air, "You're the one who picked it out for me, and did my makeup!"

They start bickering and Savannah comes up beside you again, shaking her head, "Ignore them, they're especially annoying tonight because they're both drinking."

"Not surprising."

She pats your shoulder, "Hey, I know it's a party and I really don't want to talk shop, but, I had a breakthrough with the trigger pins."

"Oh? I'm listening," You can't leave currently, might as well find a way to pass the time. 

"I snagged one of the faulty guns and just, took it apart to see what I could find, you know, quality engineer brain," She takes a sip of her drink, "And there's nothing wrong with it. The triggers are fine. It's a software issue, got to be."

Your eyes widen slightly, and it occurs to you what situation you might have on your hands here. 

Unfortunately, the lights cut before you can react. The emergency lights come on soon thereafter however, so the room's only in relative darkness. People seem slightly alarmed, but once someone boots up a generator and the music starts again, they settle. 

You hear a couple whistles behind you, and several compliments. 

"Woah! That transition was slick, and your costume looks great!"

A quiet, shy laugh, and, "Thank you, Officer Perry."

You turn, finding Moon standing in Sun's place. And, yet again, you've missed the change in costumes. Damn. 

But, you know a chance when it's put in front of you like this, and checking the time you see you've got a little under ten minutes. 

You walk over to the bot who's still getting many compliments and take his hand, looking up to him, "Come with me to get a drink."

He nods, and giving a wave to your friends, you head off. 

"I don't believe this is the time for beverages, Pandora."

When you get far enough away you stop, turning to him, "I know. Just needed an excuse. Hopefully they'll buy it." You realize you're still holding his hand and quickly let it go, mumbling an apology.

You notice he seems on edge.

"What's wrong now?" You're almost afraid to ask.

"Freddy has been, removed, from the FECN."

"But the last time something like that happened-" You stop, swallowing your fear, "How fast can you get down there?"

Moon chuckles, "Depends on how much you trust me, Diana. And how strong your grip is."

You find out what he means as you're rushing through the rafters and the halls and over balconies to get to the laser tag area. You hold on for dear life, only able to hear the whooshing of air as Moon carries you.

"You're quicker than I thought!" You say over the noise.

You feel his chuckle more than hear it, "Is that a compliment?"

"You can take it as one, how's that?" You squeak and huddle closer to him when you drop from one railing to another.

"Still bitter about my costume change?"

You take the provided distraction, "You're hiding a modern engineering feat from me on purpose. That's cruel. Something I'd expect Sun to do to me, not you, Moon-man."

"You think so highly of me," He beams, "I'll keep that in mind for future use."

The conversation helps ease you a little. You don't think he would drop you, intentionally or unintentionally, but his secure hold along with teasing words offers you a bit of comfort as you worry over what you'll find once you arrive at Fazerblast. 

When you arrive in the staff hallway, it's as dark as anywhere else, only emergency lights being the way to see. It's enough, however, for Sun to reappear. 

"Still no sign of him?" You ask as you walk over to the door. 

You hear a click or two, "No, not yet-"

Suddenly, before you can get out your keycard you're pressed back into the door, Sun's body covering yours as he uses a hand to shield you. 

"What?"

His tone is low, pointed, "We're not alone."

You peek through the gap between his other arm and the wall. Sure enough, under one of the red lights down the hall, there stands a figure. You think it must be Rabbit Lady. Though, she looks different. 

Covered in shadow, it's hard to make out her features, but her build looks much bulkier than usual. More like Bonnie. It's decrepit as well.

Gaps in her costume that look like they've been torn away, small strands of something poking out at odd angles in spots. Her eyes are two small, purple pupils which stare you down. 

A sound from the opposite end of the hall, you both turn to see another shadowed individual standing at the edge of the light. This one, you don't know who, or what they are. Also bulky, but more human in stature. One of their hands is a giant claw though, and their pigtails look like they're made of thick cables and not hair. Their pupils are green.

There's a smell of smoke in the air. But it's, faded.

"Unlock the door," Sun mutters.

 You nod shakily and fumble in your pocket for the keycard. No movement from anyone. You slowly start to raise the keycard by your side.

There's a noise from down the hall. Rabbit lady-that has to her right? what who else could it be?-has taken a step forward. A sound from the other side of the hall. Pigtails has also taken a step.

In a moment's hesitation, you drop your keys and they clatter to the floor. 

"Shit-"

Both figures start rushing towards you and you fumble to snatch up your keys in time. Just as you grab them Sun takes hold of you to shelter you. You hear both of them rush closer and realize it's too late.

You squeeze your eyes shut when there's a loud noise of something booting up. Opening your eyes, you find the lights are back on, and the figures are gone. Like they were never there in the first place. Like,

"Ghosts..." You whisper. 

Sum murmurs in agreement at first, then shakes his head.

"Ghosts aren't real." He states, releasing you.

"Okay then how do you explain that?" You motion to how the hallway is completely empty save for the two of you.

His rays click, "I can't. But we don't have time for this, hurry now, before it's too late."

You huff, but nod, unlocking the door and rushing inside. 

Fazerblast is up and running, and you spy everyone gathered around in the center of the arena. The contest hasn’t started yet. More importantly you spy,

"Freddy!" You rush over, Sun in tow. 

He turns to face you both, zombie costume doing nothing to hide his friendly demeanor, "Hello Y/N! Hello Sun! What are you both doing here? Have you come to join laser tag?"

"I, you, you're okay?" You're slightly out of breath, and confused. Very confused. 

His brows furrow, "Well of course, should I not be?"

"Friend, you're not on the FECN," Sun steps forward and puts his hand on the shorter bot's shoulder, "No one could contact you, we were all so worried!"

Freddy's eyes widen, "Ah, I forgot! Lizzy removed my access for the time being to save my battery for the competition! It will be restored once it is over."

You feel a bit relieved, and you can tell by how Sun's posture relaxes he does too. But still, you need clarification.

"Chica said you haven't been yourself lately, would that be why?"

The bear looks down, hand coming up to scratch his neck, "I... have not been charging properly the past few days due to improper power flow to the charging station. I was so focused on preparing that I did not realize I wasn't getting enough rest until they informed me of the issue. I am sorry for making you all worry."

"No trouble at all, Friend!" Sun steps back to stand beside you, "We're just glad you're alright!"

Sometimes you forget how nice he can be. Your eyes a squint as he puts a hand on your shoulder. But then you snap out of it and shake your head, turning back to the bear in front of you.

"So wait, would that be what caused the issues with the staff bots? Just faulty charging stations?" The fact that it's not related to the previous issues, that it's not even a glitch, has you relieved.

"Not quite."

You turn, and see Lizzy standing there, holding something covered by a white cloth. Their hair is manic, and they're covered in cobwebs and grime from head to toe. You cringe, at least they're wearing coveralls. 

They approach, "Figured out the source of all our issues. Want to take a guess?"

"Have anything to do with that there?" You nod to the white sheet. 

"Oh yeah."

They remove the sheet, revealing a cage filled with-

"Mice?" You and Sun both question. 

Lizzy looks ready to lose their mind, "Yup. I know. Turns out, there's a crawlspace behind where all the machinery is for this place and these little guys," They lift the cage, "Decided to make it their home. Then when they got tired of that, they thought that the generators running Fazerblast would make for a great sub-division to their mousey-neighborhood. You have no idea the number of mice nests I've cleared out of there. Not to mention the number of wires I'm going to have to finish replacing that they chewed through."

"So, it's not related to the mechanics, or the software at all," You say in awe, "Just the power, and some mice."

"And some mice," Lizzy repeats, sighing, "So, so many mice."

You look up to Sun, he looks down to you.

"Huh." "Huh."

You're half out of it when you stumble back into the party upstairs. You brought the Attendant with you because, well you don't really know but you're both here now.

You find your friends in front of the stage, who greet you as you arrive. 

"Long time for a drink," Bri quips, "You get lost?"

You laugh weakly, "Something like that."

"You're just in time for the contest results!" Liv exclaims before turning back to the stage.

You sigh, leaning back onto the bot behind you, not caring if it bothers him, "Oh goody."

Sun huffs, but allows you to stay leaning against him while Abby gives her brief spiel on stage before announcing the runner ups and then the winners.

"And in second place, in a surprise entry, but with many votes, we have the Daycare Attendant! Congratulations, Sun!"

People start cheering and clapping and you stand straight, shocked.

"You're joking."

Abby speaks up again, "And in third place, with their killer Frankenstein's monster costume, Y/N!"

"You're joking."

Sun snickers quietly behind you as the two of you are ushered onto the stage beside your friend. You do your best to hide your complete and utter disbelief and frustration.

You're handed a sack of chocolate coins, you're too mad to pay attention to what Sun's prize is. His head is held high, waving and posing and it makes you want to throttle him.

Abby clears he throat, "But of course, we still have first place, which goes to, none other than the other Daycare Attendant, Moon!"

"What."

You bust out laughing, and continue to do so as the lights dim to only a few blue and purple ones remaining, allowing the Naptime Attendant to claim his prize. After the ups and downs of tonight, you'd consider this a pretty good way to end it.

"So," You pop another chocolate coin in your mouth, "You don't think those were ghosts?"

You're sitting on the floor of the Daycare, an hour or so later. Halloween night isn't over yet, but it's starting to wind down. A few straggling kids run through the Daycare here and there, and Mia and Carter are finishing out with the trick or treaters. 

Your sister is asleep, laying partly in your lap. Gabe is still awake, but his eyes are drooping as he plays blocks with Sun. 

The Attendant looks up from his task, scoffing, "Don't be ridiculous, of course they weren't."

"Okay, well we aren't in a panic situation anymore, so give me an explanation."

His rays spin, staring at you, then glances back down to your brother, "I don't have one."

"Ha!"

"Yet. There's a logical explanation to what we saw, I'm sure of it." He shakes his head a smidge, muttering, "There must be..."

You crumple the gold wrapper in your hand, flicking it so it hits square in the middle of his faceplate, "Well, we thought Rabbit Lady was causing the glitches, and it was just a couple of mice, so I guess anything is possible."

He nods. Then, reaches behind him, holding out two items stacked on top of each other. A folded up t-shirt, and a mug. The second and first place prizes for the costume contest, respectively.

"Here. These are useless to us. You should have them."

You're, incredibly surprised.

"I, wouldn't you want to give them to someone like Bri? Or maybe one of the kids?" Sure it was just silly prizes, but still. It's, kind of flattering? You don’t know how to feel, really.

Sun shakes his head, urging you to grab the items, "You're the only one that makes sense. Take them before I change my mind on the shirt."

"Okay, okay," You do, and after maneuvering around your sleeping sister, switch out your coat and undershirt for the orange t-shirt. It has print on it for 'Fazbear Frights'. You forgot that attraction even existed until you saw the shirt.

You finish putting it on and fix your hair, "Well?" 

Sun stares down at you, rays clicking. You raise a brow. 

"You know, I think it probably would look better on me."

You gasp, and he snickers, narrowly dodging your hand as you swat at him, before hitting him with more crumpled wrappers that were laying around, ignoring his complaints about needing to 'clean up'. 

All in all, not a bad Halloween. 

Maybe, just maybe, one of the best.

Maybe.

🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃☀️🎃🌙🎃

And there you have it, my written spooky month content is done! I have to finish my trick or treat asks, but that'll be it. Though, there is of course, the OTHER things on the spookvember schedule, wonder what they could possibly be referrring to?? 🤔🤔

Ah, you'll find out soon enough, thanks for reading!!

Also, before I go, THE GHOSTS ARE JUST GHOSTS AND HAVE NO DEEPER MEANING IN RELATION TO CONFUSED SPIRIT, they're just here to add to the suspense and the spookiness I promise

on another note totally DONT read into that pause from Sun

[theworstcreature]

Guess who got tired of the endless wait for a restock and said fuck it ✨✨✨✨✨

[rbfclassy]

STILL IN LOVE! #5 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

It’s been an entire month since your argument with Toji. Neither of you had said a word to each other, not even when he comes to pick up or drop off the kids. He keeps his distance, not bothering to wait by the door with them, instead he waits on the sidewalk and waved goodbye to them when you open the door. It seems like the kids haven’t took notice of the hostility between you and your ex husband and you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t want them to witness anymore than they already have. Occasionally, Naya asks if she can go over Toji’s more often, growing an attachment to her father, but you always have to explain to her that he’s busy working during the week. It breaks your heart knowing that your children aren’t growing up with a fully family. You know deep down, they question why they have to go back and forth between houses just to see their father, or wondering why their mommy and daddy aren’t together like the other kids. But knowing how young they are, they wouldn’t understand a single thing. Hopefully when they’re older, they’ll learn from the mistakes you and Toji have made.

You and Nanami have been going strong recently, finding that he makes you forget about the hardships in your life. He hasn’t met the kids yet, which you don’t plan on letting happen anytime soon. He’s a nice guy, great intentions, but you want to take things slow before overstepping your own boundaries. He has took you out on two more dates ever since the first one, and each time he impresses you more and more. It feels like you can be open with him, comfortable without getting judged. He’s also a great listener, not saying a word and just letting you vent all of your feelings out until you feel better. He puts a smile on your face when he knows you’re feeling down or thinking about something that stresses you out. And most of all, he doesn’t mention what happened that morning when Toji showed up at your house. You know he heard most of everything and it was embarrassing to say the least. Toji embarrassed you.

“Mommy, can I go see daddy?” You daughter tapped your leg as you were cutting up her and megumi some fruit to snack on.

You looked down at her with a soft smile. “Tomorrow, baby. You’re gonna see him tomorrow.” You popped a raspberry in her mouth, her favorite fruit.

“Dad’s been drinking a lot.” Megumi walked into the kitchen, stealing a piece of pineapple off of the cutting board.

“What do you mean?” You immediately question, placing the knife down.

“Beer. He gets uncle Gojo to buy it for him and drinks a whole bunch,” he explained. Your lips pursed together, inhaling deeply before you let out a frustrated sigh. You shook your head in disappointment, trying not to show the anger flowing through you right now.

“So can we go see him? I’m worried!” You daughter batted her eyelashes at you, a small frown on her face. No wonder she’s been asking to see Toji so much, it all makes sense now.

“How about you guys call him to say goodnight, mommy isn’t driving right now. Plus, it’s late.” You picked up the knife, cutting more pineapple into smaller chunks.

“Please! Please! Please, mommy!” You daughter grabbed onto the hem of your shirt, nearly ripping it off of you with the way she was begging.

“Naya, cut it out! Mom said no!” Megumi slightly raised his voice, an annoyed look on his face.

“I wasn’t asking you, dummy!” Her brows furrowed in anger, her gaze now on her brothers.

“Shut up, idiot!” Megumi shouted back.

“Aye! Cut the shit!” You warned, sharing looks between both of them. Naya huffed, stomping her little feet over to the living room. “I don’t need you guys calling each other names, alright? Naya, I said no, and that means no. And Megs, stop being mean.”

“She called me it first!” He exclaimed.

“I don’t care who did it first! I don’t need y’all fighting. Naya, come here!” You shouted from the kitchen. “Eh, stay here.” You pointed at Megumi when he tried to walk away. He let out an annoyed sigh leaning against the counter. “Naya!” She turned the corner with a frown on her face, eyes watery as she looked up at you. “Baby, what’s wrong?” As soon as you asked her that question she burst into tears. Before you could even place the knife down, Megumi picked her up and held her in his arms while she cried.

“Ny-ny, what’s wrong? I’m sorry I called you an idiot, okay? I was mad, but I shouldn’t have said that,” he said softly, rubbing her back as she cried on his shoulder. The little girl hiccuped softly, wrapping her arms around her brothers neck tightly. “Do you wanna tell mommy what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her. He brought his hand up to her face, wiping the tears.

“Da…daddy!” She sobbed, trying to catch her breath. “I wanna see…daddy!” Tears streamed down her chubby cheeks as she laid her head back on her brothers shoulder. Megumi turned to look at you, and you could see that he was also worried about his father, even if he wasn’t as vocal as it. “Mommy!” She cried.

You reached your hands out, picking her up from Megumi and holding her to your chest. “You really wanna see daddy?” You asked, wiping off her tears with your shirt. She nodded, still whimpering and sniffling. She rubbed her puffy eyes, little fists holding onto the fabric of your shirt. “Okay, we’ll go see daddy then. Megs, put your shoes on.”

You held Naya’s hand as you walked up the steps with them. She had a little smile on her face, excited to all hell to see her father. Megumi rang the doorbell, waiting patiently with you in the cold. “You excited, huh?” You chuckled, looking down at your daughter.

“Who is it?” Toji’s deep voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Dad, it’s us!” Megumi answered. You were a little nervous to see him, knowing that this was going to be an unexpected surprise, but you had a very valid reason for showing up here. Toji unlocked the door, confusion written all over his face when he seen you and his two kids standing outside in the cold. He barely had time to register the situation before Naya ran over to him and hugged him.

“Daddy!” She yelled followed by a giggle.

“Hey, peanut!” He picked her up like she weighed nothing, sitting her on his hip and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “What’re doing here so early, huh?” He asked with a smile.

“She’s been asking about you all day…all week actually,” you spoke. “She started crying cause she missed you so much, so I brought her over here,” you explained.

Naya fiddled with her dads lip scar, as Toji stood there and stared at you for a few minutes. It’s like he almost forgot how you sounded, it’s been so long. “Well, uh, would you like to come in or are you just dropping them off?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I’ll come in.” The only reason you accepted was because you wanted to speak to him about his drinking problem that Megumi suddenly brought up.

“Hi, buddy.” Toji ruffled Megumi’s hair, giving him a kiss on top of his head. He closed the door behind you, your eyes immediately taking notice of the four beer cans that sat on his coffee table. A rush of disappointment came washing over you as you continued to stare at them. “Don’t mind the mess,” he awkwardly chuckled, quickly trying to clean up as he sat Naya down on the couch.

You stuffed your hands in your coat pocket, standing in the middle of the living room as he grabbed the cans and quickly took them into the kitchen. “I told you,” Megumi whispered. Toji walked back into the living room, looking at you.

“So, uh, she was crying you said?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “she…she was like full on sobbing for you. Scared me shitless at first if I’m being honest.”

“Ny-ny, you can’t be scaring mommy like that.” Toji walked over, pinching her cheeks until she giggled. You watched the scene in front of you, seeing the smile on your daughter’s face when she was with Toji made your heart swell. “If you want, I can take them early, and come pick up their stuff tomorrow. You look…tired.”

You shrugged. “Just a little. It’s been a long week.” Toji nodded in agreement, standing back up right as all you stood there in silence while the two kids watched whatever was on the tv. “Toji, can I speak with you?”

“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” He asked.

“In private.” You stared at him.

“Um, yeah. Megs, Ny, stay here, okay? Watch whatever you wanna watch.” He smiled at them.

“Megs, can we watch The Incredibles again?” Naya clung to her brothers arm as he grabbed the remote.

You followed Toji down the hallway to his bedroom. “How have you been?” You asked, shutting the door behind you.

“Me? I’ve been fine. How are you?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were locked onto him as you stood there by the door. Toji had a confused expression on his face. “Something wrong?”

“How have you been, Toji?” This time you asked with more sternly, clenching your jaw.

“I don’t get…I don’t get it.” He looked around the room as if he was being pranked, awkwardly rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“Megs told me about your drinking problem. You got Gojo going out and buying beer for you all the time? Getting drunk when the kids are here?! I can smell it on your breath!” You yelled in a whisper, folding your arms across your chest.

“I only drink enough to get tipsy, okay? I wouldn’t get drunk around the kids, y/n,” he sighed, holding his head in his hands.

You scoff, “like that makes it any better. Naya keeps asking about you because she’s worried, crying her eyes out because of it, because she misses you. Megumi doesn’t say a word about how he feels, but I can tell he’s scared, Toji. You had four beers on the fucking coffee table when I walked in!” You exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I just…I’m dealing with shit, y/n.” He rested his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor.

“We are all dealing with shit, Toji, but you gotta be there for our kids! I’m not here to argue with you, okay? I just want to know what is going on. The kids want to know what’s going on.” You looked at him with concern as he avoided your gaze completely, head still hung low.

“I can’t say it.” Toji looked up, finally locking eyes with you.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because it won’t matter, y/n. I’ve made mistakes, and I’m dealing with them. That’s all there is to it.” He bit the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes.

Your expression softened. There was no need for Toji to explain what he was talking about because you already knew. He was talking about you guys, your relationship, your marriage, your family. “It wasn’t just you, Toji,” you spoke softly. “It was me too. We grew apart. It happens.”

He shook his head. “You were only acting that way because of how I was treating you. It’s not your fault so don’t say it was, please. I’m the one who fucked it up. Back then I fucked it up, and now I’m fucking it up. Every time I got something good going on I find a way to ruin it.”

“Toji…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He stood up from his spot on the bed and walked towards you, his muscular and tall frame trapping you against the door. “I’m sorry. I miss you, I miss what we had, mama. You gotta understand me.” He cupped your face in his hands.

“No, no, don’t do that.” You shook your head, removing his hands from you.

“Do what, mama?” He asked softly.

“That, Toji.” You kept shaking your head at him. “I can’t. We can’t.”

“Why not? Hm?” He tried to catch your eye.

“I’m with someone else,” you bluntly said. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, almost deafening in your ears as you stood there against the door. There was nothing but silence from Toji. He took a step back from you.

“Is it him?” Toji asked. All you did was nod. He scoffed. “So y’all are really together?”

“Yeah, we are,” you answered. “He treats me good, makes me happy.”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” Toji questioned.

“I didn’t say that!” You looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s not what you said the last time we spoke to each other. What you said fucking hurt me. You hate me. You wish you never married me. Remember that?” Toji cocked his head to the side.

“I was upset, Toji.” You rolled your eyes.

“You just don’t say shit like that, y/n. Never once in our entire relationship together have I said some shit like that to you.” He stood there, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t.

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to say! I came here because Naya was worried about you and Megumi told me about your drinking problem. That’s all I came to talk about! I didn’t come to talk about what we had going on, okay? So just fucking drop it. I’m happier, I’m better. I’m getting treated the way I deserve to be treated for the first time in my life." You snapped.

“For the first time in your life? Are you hearing how you sound right now? I know I wasnt perfect, but I did everything I could to make you happy. Yes, there were some things I could’ve done better, but I loved you like you were supposed to be loved. Why else would I marry you?” Toji walked towards you again.

“Then you should’ve showed that love. Just know I’ll be better without you.” You opened the bedroom door, walking down the hallway.

“Y/n!” Toji shouted. He followed after you as you ignored him. “Y/n!” He shouted again.

“Stop following me, Toji! I’m leaving!” You screamed.

Megumi and Naya looked over at both of you, seeing you two yelling. “I’m not done talking to you!” Toji grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“Well, I am!” You snatched your arm back from him.

“Stop it!” Megumi yelled, covering his little sisters ears.

You and Toji looked over at the kids sitting on the couch, Naya’s eyes watery, lip wobbly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Megumi shared looks between both of you, concern and fear written on his face. “Come on, let’s go back home. You’ll see daddy tomorrow.”

“I wanna stay!” Naya pouted.

“Naya, please, get in the car.” You sighed in frustration, grabbing her hand.

“No! No!” She started screaming, dropping to the floor and kicking around, throwing a tantrum.

“Get up, Naya! I’m not gonna ask you again!” You lifted her off of the floor, grabbing her hand again. She pulled away from you, running over to Toji, hugging his legs.

“Fine. Fine. Stay with your father. I’ll see both of you in a few days. I love you.” You grabbed your keys from your coat pocket, walking to the front door, slamming it shut behind you.

“Come here, baby girl.” Toji picked his daughter up.

“You two always fight! I hate it!” Megumi stormed out of the living room and into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him, making Naya jump. Toji stood there in the living room with his daughter, a lump forming in his throat. He let out a choked sob, immediately hiding his face from his daughter.

“Daddy, don’t cry.” She wiped his tears away.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He sniffled. Your family was falling apart right in front of Toji’s eyes. Megumi is looking for a way out of this family at such a young age, indulging in video games and tv to drown out the real problems. Naya conflicted with her feelings, crying constantly because of the state both of you were in, affecting her. Nothing is like it was before. Toji hated this was happening. This is was last thing he ever wanted.

You sat in your car outside of his house, wiping your tears from how overwhelmed you were. You were at a loss on how to fix this. Each time you tried, it ended the same. You were fearful it was going to keep getting worse, worse until there was no way to reverse the damage done.

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[anotherspnfanfic]

Surprise Visits

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x reader

Word count: 2400

Warnings: seizure, epileptic reader, possible inaccuracies

Summary: Eddie shows up unexpectedly. Reader is glad he did for more than one reason.

A/N: This is only my second time writing for Eddie and last time it was a co-write. I did a whole bunch of research and had some proof reading from the lovely @thatonewriter15 and @muchamusedaboutnothing. Hopefully this is a somewhat accurate representation... 🤞🏻

Trudging up the stairs towards her apartment, she cursed the elevators for being broken. All she wanted to do was collapse into her bed and sleep for two days. Unfortunately, that was impossible since it was only Wednesday and she had an important meeting first thing in the morning.

Passing the third floor, she considered if she was going to eat before she went to bed. She was starving, but cooking seemed like too much effort and time. Then she considered having something delivered but guessed that would take even longer than cooking. She decided to just eat a spoonful of peanut butter so that she wasn’t battling hunger while trying to fall asleep.

Finally reaching the fifth floor, she exited the stairwell and took the four steps to her door. It was a small victory for climbing the stairs— at least she didn’t have further to go once she got to her floor.

She unlocked the door and pushed it open. Immediately, she dumped her purse, jacket, and laptop case on the floor beside the door before pulling her shoes off one at a time to drop in the pile.

Rounding the corner into the living room, she gasped. Her favorite scented candle was lit on the coffee table next to several containers of Chinese take-out. Eddie stood from the couch as she approached.

“What are you doing here?” she asked as she let herself fall into his embrace.

He pecked a kiss to her temple as he pulled back to look at her. “You sounded a little overwhelmed when you called earlier. So I had Buck take Christopher for the night, and I brought you dinner.”

Tears welled in her eyes as she was overcome with emotions. “I love you. You are the best. I was about to eat some peanut butter because I’m too exhausted to cook or wait for delivery.”

“And let me guess, you’ve barely eaten anything all day?” he chastised.

She shrugged. “I had a bagel for breakfast.”

He pulled her over to sit on the couch. “I’m glad I came then.”

“I’m really glad you did.” She grabbed a fortune cookie while he started to open the other containers. “Are you staying all night?”

He nodded. “I’m all yours. Buck is taking Christopher to the zoo tomorrow.” He dumped some rice on the plates he’d gotten out of the kitchen. “Chicken, beef, or shrimp?”

“Some of each, please.” She set the fortune cookie back down as she stood. ”I’m gonna go change out of these work clothes. I’ll be right back.”

Before Eddie could even finish dishing up the food, she returned in sweats and a shirt she’d stolen from him.

As she sat back down, she picked up and opened the fortune cookie. She pulled out the piece of paper. “‘Life will soon become interesting,’” she read. “I think it’s already plenty interesting.”

Eddie chuckled. “Yeah, where’s the one that says we get a vacation soon?”

He finished adding everything to their plates as she flipped on the television and started an episode of How I Met Your Mother.

They ate in a comfortable silence and had finished before the twenty-minute episode had ended. He set the mostly-empty plates on the table, and she shifted to curl in against his side while he wrapped his arm snugly around her shoulder.

As the credits rolled, he asked, “Bed or another episode?”

She yawned. “One more. I’m probably going to fall asleep, but I’m comfy.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as the TV rolled over into a new episode on its own. “As you wish, mi amor.”

She had just started to doze off when, suddenly, she was overcome with a familiar, distinct, full-body tingling sensation along with intense nausea. She quickly shifted to leaning forward on the edge of her seat. “Oh, no. No, no, no.”

Eddie reached out and placed a tentative hand between her shoulder blades. “What’s wrong?”

She stood and moved over to the empty dining room, which she kept devoid of a table and other furniture precisely for this reason. “Seizure,” she stated as calmly as she could before lying down in the middle of the floor.

“Oh, uh, okay.” Eddie was surprised, but quickly stood. He grabbed a blanket from the recliner and moved to sit beside her. He knew about her epilepsy and the medications she took for it. However, in the eighteen months they’d been dating, she’d never had a seizure. He lifted her head to slide the folded blanket underneath.

She let out a quiet whimper before her eyelids fluttered closed.

“Okay. You’re okay. I got you.” He pulled out his phone, opened the timer, and set it on the floor. He continued to whisper soft reassurances to her and started the timer as soon as she started to seize.

Despite his training and having treated patients with seizures at work, he couldn’t help but notice the way his hands shook as he carefully kept her rolled on her side. “You’re okay,” he repeated, more to reassure himself than anything. He continued to repeat it several more times as he waited for her to stop.

He felt his anxiety spike again as he watched the timer hit four minutes. He thought about what time it was, trying to figure out which shift was manning the 118 currently. He knew if she hit five minutes, he would have to call 9-1-1. As the timer rolled past four and a half minutes, her movements finally began to slow. He breathed a sigh of relief and pushed some hair out of her face as she stilled. Next, he used the corner of the blanket to wipe the saliva that had dribbled out.

For his own peace of mind, he checked her pulse, satisfied that it was steady and only slightly tachy. Next, he counted her breaths, ensuring her breathing was also back to normal. Then he sat there, running his fingers gently through her hair, and waited for her to wake.

Finally, after several minutes of anxiously waiting, she groaned.

“Hey, sweetheart. You with me?”

Slowly, she cracked her eyes open and looked around for several moments before finally landing on his face. She was clearly confused and still disoriented.

“You’re okay. You just had a seizure,” he explained. “Do you remember feeling it coming on?”

She thought for a minute before finally nodding. Groaning again, she rolled onto her back and threw an arm over her face. “Trash,” she slurred.

Eddie shifted away to grab the trash can sitting in the corner and move it beside her. “Do you want to sit up?”

“Not yet.” She lied there, trying to regain her bearings.

He took her hand in his and ran his thumb softly over her knuckles. “Anything I can do?”

“Mmmm, make the jackhammer in my head stop? And the nausea, too.” She rolled back onto her side before starting to push herself into a sitting position and pulling the trash can between her knees. “This blows.”

Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her temple. “I know. I’m sorry. Do you want something for the headache?”

“Not yet. I don’t want to puke it right back up.”

She didn’t know how long she sat there, taking slow, deep breaths in an attempt to clear the nausea. All the while, Eddie rubbed soothing circles across her back. The soreness was already starting to settle in all her muscles. Eventually, she pushed away the trash can and leaned into him.

“Ya know, this isn’t the kind of interesting I was hoping for. Stupid fortune cookie,” she grumbled.

“Me either. You think you’re ready to move?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her gently.

“Yeah.” She nodded. He stood, and she reached a hand out for him. “Help me up?”

Instead of pulling her up, he bent down and slid one arm under her knees and the other around her back and easily lifted her. He walked slowly towards her bedroom, cautious of making the nausea worse, then set her gently on the bed. “What do you need?”

“Uh, I will take that Tylenol now. Plus, water and some Advil for in the morning, and the trash can by the bed,” she listed, then, with a pout, added, “Please?”

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She laid back into her pillows as she waited for him to return. Next thing she knew, she was peeling her eyes open to find Eddie beside her, rubbing a hand across her head.

“Here, take these and then you can go to sleep.” He handed her the pills and then opened a bottle of water before offering that as well.

Once she’d swallowed them, she took a few deep breaths to clear the flare of nausea. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” He pressed another kiss to her hairline.

“As much as seizures suck, it’s really nice having you here to help. I’ve just slept on the floor in there so many times because I just didn’t have the energy to move.”

“I’m glad I was here. I hate that you’ve had to go through that alone.”

“I hate that I have to go through it at all.” She sighed. “And I just broke my longest streak. At least I didn’t try to take a chunk out of my tongue.”

“Ouch.”

She nodded. “Yeah, one time, I had to get stitches from biting it so bad.”

He cringed. “That sounds awful.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed, eyes fluttering closed. “Work is really going to suck tomorrow.”

“No, it won’t.” Eddie argued. ”You’re taking the rest of the week off.”

“I can’t!’ she declared, opening her eyes and leaning forward. “I have too many things to get done and a meeting first thing that we’ve been working toward for three weeks.”

“You just had a seizure,” he pointed out the obvious. “For the first time in, what, two years? And a long one at that. You were about twenty seconds away from a trip to the hospital. You don’t think your stress levels had something to do with this?” His tone was one of frustration, but she could tell he was just worried.

She sighed, knowing he was right. “Maybe.”

Eddie climbed into the other side of the bed and settled nearly in the middle. “So take the long weekend. Just relax and get some rest. Doctor’s orders.”

Shifting to curl into his side, she giggled. “You’re not a doctor.”

He huffed. “Medic’s orders. Is that better? Or I can call a doctor.”

“Don’t you dare.”

Rolling impossibly closer to her, he pressed one more kiss to her forehead. “Good night, mi amor.”

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was her alarm clock. She was surprised to find it was nearly ten already. Slowly, she shifted onto her back and turned her head to look at the other side of the bed. She found Eddie sitting on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Good morning,” he greeted as he noticed she was awake. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Just a bit sore. Which is pretty much what I expected.” She took Eddie’s hand in hers. “And maybe a little grateful that I got to sleep in and I don’t have to get up and go to work.”

He lifted her hand to kiss her knuckles. “You needed it.”

“Oh, shit!” she panicked. “I didn’t call. I missed the meeting. I’m gonna get fired!”

Eddie shushed her. “I called. Just breathe. It’s okay. I called earlier and talked to your boss. He knows you’ll be out today and tomorrow and told me to tell you to take Monday also, if you need to.”

She took a deep breath and let herself relax. “Okay. Thank you.”

“Of course. How about some breakfast?”

“Mmm. Yes, please.”

Eddie let go of her hand and got up off the bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”

He disappeared out of the room, and she could hear him moving around her kitchen. A few minutes later, he returned with a plate and set it on the bed in front of her.

She looked up at him, surprised. “Since when do you make omelettes?”

“Uhh, well, never?” He laughed. “I may have called in reinforcements. Bobby dropped it off earlier. I just reheated it according to his very direct instructions.”

“Eddie! I could have just had some cereal or something. You didn’t need to make him drive over here so early on his day off.” She reached over to grab her phone off the nightstand.

“I figured you could use real food. I was going to order delivery, but Bobby offered.”

“Why would he have offered?” She opened Bobby’s contact to send him a thank you text. “Oh. You told him about last night.”

“I couldn’t fall asleep. Then they were all texting in the group thread. So when they asked why I was still up, I told them. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have without asking you first.”

“No, it’s fine. It’s not like my epilepsy is a secret. They’re your—our— friends. I’m sure I would have told them anyway.”

He nodded. “Okay. Eat and then you can go back to sleep for a bit. If you want.”

She cut a piece off the omelette and ate it. As she chewed, she spoke, “Bobby says we’re invited over there for dinner if I’m feeling up to it. I told him we would let them know a little later today.”

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

She took another bite of her food. “Aren’t you going to eat?”

Shaking his head, he explained, “I ate earlier.”

“Oh, right.” She glanced at the clock. “I forgot it was so late already.”

“Anything else I can get for you?”

She contemplated for a moment. “Umm, maybe a glass of apple juice?”

He disappeared from the room with a simple nod.

Soon after he returned, she finished her omelette and he took the plate into the kitchen.

“Did you want to go back to sleep?” he asked.

“How about a shower and then a movie on the couch?” she countered, throwing off the blankets she was still tucked under. As she stood, dizziness flared, causing her to sway slightly before sitting back down.

Eddie was in front of her instantly, steadying her. “How about a bath instead?”

“Sounds perfect.”

[monkeydlesbian]

shopping spree

nami x fem!reader (word ‘girlfriend’ is used for reader, but otherwise can be read as gender neutral)

wc: 951

warnings: none really, fluff, somewhat suggestive bc nami is a little brat (affectionate) and also a tease

a/n: probably my last fic before classes start back up bc i’m moving back in tomorrow :( hopefully i’ll find the time on the weekends to crank some stuff out and continue to watch op if i’m not too busy LOL 😭 anyways enjoy!!

“How about this one?”

You tilt your head curiously, looking at Nami in one of the dresses she’s picked out and is currently trying on for you.

This one is hot pink with spaghetti straps and two bows that tie around the back, showing a little bit of her skin. It’s quite short, too. Your gaze travels down her body, noting how nicely it accentuates her chest and curves, but more importantly how short it is, and how much of her long legs it shows. You smile at her, sitting up straighter on the bench in the dressing room.

“You do look quite good in pink.”

She giggles at you, giving you a slow little twirl, “you think so?”

You laugh and nod in response, rubbing the fabric of the dress between your thumb and forefinger when she steps closer to you, standing in between your spread legs.

“It’s also short…”

“Is that a problem?” She’s quick to ask the question, a little defensively, and it makes you grin before you look up at her.

Nami has always worn revealing clothes. Clothes that show off her legs, her breasts, her ass; pretty much everything she has to offer. It never stopped once you earned the title of girlfriend, either. Not that you wanted it to, especially since she just looks so good.

“Did I say it was a problem?” You ask rhetorically, dropping your hand from the fabric of the dress down to one of her thighs. She shakes her head, and you grip onto her thigh with your whole hand, smiling at the way the doughy flesh spills in between your fingers. Dragging her closer to you, your other hand slips around to the back of her other thigh to help.

“I can fight.”

She laughs, and you can’t help but laugh yourself when she rolls her eyes at you. Her hands move to rest on your shoulders, fingers sneaking to play with the collar of your t-shirt.

“Do you like this one?” She asks after a pregnant pause, looking down at you expectantly. She asks the question like the dress is for you, like it’s going straight into your closet after she purchases it. You smile at her again (because that’s all you seem to do around your beautiful girlfriend) before glancing down at the dress. One of your hands leaves her thighs to feel the pink fabric again, humming in thought for a second before nodding.

“It’s really pretty. You look good in it. Shows off your legs real nice.” You grin up at her playfully.

She laughs again, shoving at your forehead with two fingers playfully before walking back to the mirror and checking herself out. Her hands run over her body to smooth out the fabric, over her breasts and down her stomach. She turns to the side with her back towards you to examine it further, smoothing the dress over her ass slowly. You fight the urge to laugh, knowing she’s being a tease completely on purpose. If anything, Nami keeps you on your toes.

“Okay!” She announces suddenly, ripping you out of your debauched daydream. She turns to you with a wide smile, her eyes squinted happily and crinkling at the sides. “I’m getting this one!”

“You’re not gonna get the green one?” You ask curiously, pointing to the dainty green sundress that hangs up on the wall rack. Her eyes lit up when she tried it on, and she looked really happy when she set it back on the rack in the ‘keep’ pile. It was kinda cute, honestly. “You really liked that one.”

“I know, but you like this one more.”

You give her a look. “But you liked the green one more. So get that one.”

She pouts, and opens her mouth to retaliate but you cut her off.

“Get both. How much are they?” You ask, standing up from the bench and walking over to green dress to check its price tag. 50 Berries isn’t bad at all. You reach for the price tag on the pink dress she’s wearing; 50 Berries as well.

“Honey, you don’t have to—“

“Stop it. If you want both, I’ll buy both,” you say firmly, taking the green dress and folding it over your arm. She blushes, looking off to the side with a shy smile.

You can’t help but laugh, stepping closer to her and taking a strand of her long orange hair to twirl it around your fingers.

“For someone who likes being gifted money and material things, you sure are shy when being gifted money and material things,” you tease her, brushing the strand of hair behind her ear tenderly. She looks back to you and glares, and you can tell she doesn’t really mean it.

“…Fine. Only because you insisted,” she says with a huff and still pink cheeks, slipping the straps of the dress off of her shoulders and shimmying it down her body. She stares you down the whole time, making sure you’re watching every fold and crease and jiggle of her skin and plump areas. You are, of course, with raised eyebrows and a growing smile. You watch as she picks up her skirt and top from the bench and puts them on, still staring at you. She slips her sandals on and grabs her purse, and you finally allow yourself to laugh.

“You done being a brat?” You ask teasingly, grabbing her other shopping bags and the two dresses. She snorts and wraps her arm around one of yours, leading you out of the dressing room to the checkout line. She presses a kiss to your cheek, smiling when your eyes widen slightly.

“Just for now.”

[prettyiwa]

12 November 2018 | 09:45 (PST)

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Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

Oikawa’s ringtone can be heard in the kitchen where Iwaizumi had left his phone. It’s been two months since you left and a week since you called. The apartment is empty without you, even if all of your belongings are here, promising your return.

For what it’s worth, Oikawa’s been surprisingly helpful, carefully listening to both sides, understanding that it’s a case of frayed nerves, miscommunication, and shitty circumstances. So Iwaizumi wastes no time answering the phone.

“Iwa-chan! How’s California?”

“The same as it was two days ago. Kinda shitty and on fire.”

“Tsk. Always such a downer. Are you sure that it isn’t the absence of—”

“Her absence is exactly why it’s shitty and you know that.”

“Hm. I suppose I do,” Oikawa muses lightly. “Are you still on track to graduate just before summer?”

“Yeah. Spoke to my advisors this past week. I could graduate in two months, if I wanted, but…” if he does, then he’ll be leaving California. Leaving you. You’re nearly done with med school, almost ready to return to Japan.

He has no intention of returning alone. He’ll fight tooth and nail for you, for this relationship. Even if you two are… in a tough place right now, he’s not going anywhere.

“Ah. Well. She misses you. She’s wrapped her pillow with one of your old Godzilla shirts.”

He snorts at the image, at the knowledge that it was you who had taken his shirt, that he hadn’t lost it at the laundromat. “That… sounds about right, I guess. How—how is she?”

“What? She hasn’t called you?” Oikawa asks, sounding surprised. Overwhelmingly surprised.

“No? She called me last Tuesday and I haven’t really heard from her since.”

“That’s—maybe she picked up extra shifts at the clinic? I could ask when I see her tomorrow.”

“You’re gonna see her tomorrow?”

“We were gonna watch a recording of the Adlers-Black Jackal’s game. I wanna watch Ushiwaka and Kageyama lose to Shōyō! Do you want me to tell her to give you a call?”

Iwaizumi hesitates, wanting to talk to you more than anything—actually, no, he wants to hold you more than anything—but he wants it only if you’re doing it because you want to.

“Nah. It’s okay. I’ll, ah, I’ll shoot her a text. Hopefully, we’ll be able to talk today or tomorrow. Hey, listen—”

“Iwa-chan. She’ll come around,” Oikawa states, catching onto Iwaizumi’s discomfort. “It was nice chatting with you, but practice is about to start.”

“Yeah, man. Talk to you later.”

Iwaizumi sinks into the couch, letting his mind wander over what the future holds. With his program coming to an end, will he be able to find work with the V. League? When you return, will you two be able to reconcile properly? Will you want to be a part of his future?

Before he can spend too much time dwelling on the infinite possibilities that lay ahead, he receives a text from you.

Hey. I miss you. A lot. There’s so much I want to tell you but I know you’re probably busy. Please give me a call if your schedule permits? I have two days off, starting tomorrow. I’ll be watching a recording of the Schweiden-MSBY game with Crappykawa tomorrow, but that can be paused... I miss you. I hope you’re well.

over the course of 24 hours masterlist | haikyuu!! masterlist

[a-dirty-secret]

Johnny's Girl - Part 16

tw: dub/non-con, hematolagnia, dacryphilia, blood, violence, stalking, rough sex

You were out back, laying alone in the bed of an old truck that Johnny had previously filled with blankets and pillows. He'd picked up food from a diner you'd mentioned before and set it up in the back of the truck. You'd mentioned it being your ideal type of date, and of course Johnny remembered.

It quickly became one of your favorite places, so Johnny wasn't surprised to find you there. "Hey, been waitin' for ya'. Why didn't you tell me you were comin' out here?"

"I wanted to give you some time with any new whores you have locked in the basement." You say bitterly.

"You ever gonna let this go? I dunno what you want me to do about it, I keep tellin' you it won't happen again."

You sit up and glare at Johnny. "Maybe I should go out and let some guy stick his cock inside of me. Let him cum inside of me. Then we can have a competition to see who lets it go first."

Johnny reaches out and grabs you by the shirt, yanking you out of the bed of the truck. One hand keeps a tight grip of your shirt, the other grips your jaw tightly. "You. Belong. To. Me." He says through gritted teeth.

"See? You can barely even handle the thought of it."

He releases his grip and takes a step back as you rub your jaw. "It's not the same." He says, avoiding your gaze.

"How is it not the same?! Am I your girlfriend or your victim?! I hate to fucking break it to you, but in an ACTUAL relationship, it's a two-way street Johnny."

"Oh, you feel like a fuckin' victim?! Maybe I should tie you up and throw you back in the basement!"

"Don't avoid the actual point, Johnny!"

"I said I won't do it again, what more do you want from me?!"

"Oh, excuse me for thinking the cheating, cannibalistic serial killer may have a hard time keeping his word!"

"If that's all I am to you then why are you even here?!"

"BECAUSE YOU WON'T LET ME LEAVE!"

With that Johnny turns, lighting a cigarette as he walks away. You sigh, getting back into the bed of the truck. The truth is, you had a hard time planning out an escape, because you couldn't bear the thought of leaving Johnny. In your mind that fact further confirmed that getting out was necessary.

Johnny walked to the front of the house and sat on the steps as pain radiated through his body. He felt like he was losing you. He had to figure something out, some way to make it up to you.

The door opened and Sissy poked her head out. "Your mama's on the phone, sugar!"

Johnny got up and made his way to the phone. "Hey mama."

"Johnny, I need some help over here. There's been some people snoopin' around and I can't handle it by myself. Need you to make your way over here first thing in the morning."

"I... Yes ma'am."

"You what? You got somethin' to say? Don't wanna leave your little whore all by her lonesome?"

"I'll be there." He says, hanging up the phone. His mama would yell at him for that when she saw him, but he didn't care. He sighed, heading through the house and making his way back to you.

He got in the bed of the truck and sat there silently for a few moments. "I don't know if you give a damn, but I gotta leave to go to my mama's tomorrow." A few more moments pass before he speaks again. "Look, I know it don't make it better, but I wish I could take it back. I never felt like a monster until I hurt you."

You sit up and move to Johnny's side. He links his fingers with yours as you rest your head on his shoulder. "How long will you be gone?"

"I dunno. Hopefully only about a week. I don't much like the thought of being away from you for longer than I have to be."

"Don't worry, Sissy will still be here to babysit me." You say flatly.

"Goddamn it, I can't say nothin' to you! I just wanted to spend one more night with you before I left, but it's clear you don't want me around. I'll just leave now, make it easier for ya'." He gets up and makes his way to the house.

You sit, unmoving, watching him walk away. Johnny being gone would give you the perfect opportunity to escape, so letting him walk away without even one more kiss...

"Johnny, wait!" He stops, turning around and crossing his arms.

You walk up to him and place your hands gently on his arms. He lowers them, allowing you to close the distance between you as your arms wrap around his neck. He kisses you tenderly, pulling you against him tightly.

"C'mon, we'll have a private going away party." You say with a wink, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the truck.

*** You woke up to the sunrise the next morning, a sense of dread filling your chest. Johnny ate breakfast quickly, letting the family know he was going to be leaving. Far too soon you're following him out the door and to his truck. You quickly run in front of him and lean against the drivers side door.

"Not gonna let me leave, huh?" He says with a smirk, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm gonna miss you, Johnny..." You say quietly.

"Don't worry darlin', I'll be back before you know it." He says, taking your chin between his thumb and index finger and placing a soft kiss on your lips before you step aside. You watch him drive away until his truck is no longer in view, then make your way inside to start your chores.

*** You were quiet for the next couple of days. Sissy assumed it was because you missed Johnny, but she was only partially right. Escaping should be easy, you'd gone over it in your head a thousand times. They didn't trust you enough to give you keys to the property, but it wasn't difficult for you to find something to pick the lock with while you were cleaning.

You sat in the bed of truck, staring at the house. It was a dark and cloudy night, perfect conditions. Feeling like you'd laid there long enough, you quickly and quietly make your way to the back gate and begin working on the lock. Your hands shake as the lock finally gives way.

You turn off the battery that's electrifying the exit and run. You run for what feels like hours until you reach a road you recognize, then continue running. Just as your legs are about to give out, you make it to your house. You open the door and collapse on the floor, tears streaming down your face as you desperately try to catch your breath.

You force yourself to stand on shaky legs, knowing you need to get on the road as soon as possible. As much as you'd like to stay here, you knew it wasn't possible. You grab a flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen and head for your bedroom. You grab a bag and throw in some clothes before reaching your hand behind the bottom dresser drawer. You let out a sigh of relief when you find your savings right where you left them.

You put the money in the bag and rush to the car, thankful you'd just filled up the tank before finding yourself in the Sawyer basement. You start it up and get on the road. You didn't know where you were going, but for the first time in a long time, you were free.

[sensitiveho3]

T-shirt - Evan Peters

Part One;  T-shirt

Pairings: Evan Peters x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Masturbation, Smut 18+

Words: 1.5k (1,595)

A/N: I’m just posting my fanfic that I’ve just written that have been requested by my friends and I’m still working on part two for this currently. I’m still trying to improve my fanfic writing especially for the smut portion, I need to write some fluff as well...

“Okay I gotta go, I don’t want to be late,” you watched Evan as he swiftly put on his shoes. “What time are you coming back?” You asked in a dull tone whilst handing him his jacket.

“I don’t know y/n. I’ll try and come back home early if I can…okay?” He looked at you while fumbling to put on his jacket. You nodded and quietly hummed in response. 

“I’ll text you if anything, I love you.” He pecked your lips not letting his linger upon yours for more than a second. “I love you too,” you smiled dryly as the door in front of you shut, echoed through your home. You touched your lips as if you can still feel the sensation of his lips on yours. 

Evan had been working a lot lately, whether it was going to work or working at home. It was always work. He had been trying to spend more time with you but something always came up. You missed him so much. His touch especially, he always knew how to make you feel good. 

You sighed to yourself constantly as you went through the day. It had only been a few hours since he had been gone and all you could do was lay on the couch watching television to swallow the time. Looking around your home you decided to try and be productive. Cleaning up, putting things away, organizing. Before you knew it four hours had passed. Sitting on the sofa taking a break you saw your phone light up. Seeing the words “Baby” on your screen. 

“Hey,” you held the phone to your ear waiting for Evan to respond. “Hi baby,” he spoke in a calm sweet tone. The sides of your mouth curl into a small smile. 

“Listen, so good news I hopefully may be able to be home very soon,” he spoke fast. “What time or how many hours are very soon?” Raising your eyebrow. “Mmmm maybe an hour or two hours tops,” you smiled at his response. “Okay well hurry up I miss you…a lot.”

“Yeah I know you do,” you hear his smirk through the phone. “Yeah yeah, whatever,” the both of you start laughing. “Okay I gotta go back inside I’ll see you soon I love you, baby.”

“I love you too bye.” Setting down the phone on the table you continue with your productivity. After cleaning up you decide to take a shower, a hour had already passed so you were preparing for Evan to come back home. You were planning to order food since you were to tired cook anything. 

Stepping out of the shower you headed into the bedroom to grab your phone. Picking it up off the nightstand you saw two missed calls and four messages from Evan. Unlocking the phone the messages read: 

“Why aren’t you picking up your phone?”

“Listen I’m gonna be home pretty late…later than I said.”

“I’m sorry I know you expected me to be home sooner but they want me to stay a little later. I don’t know how late.” 

“I love you so much I promise I will make it up to you tomorrow and take you out.” 

You sighed heavily staring at the messages…you weren’t surprised. You don’t why you got your hopes up. At this point, you were stressed and needed a reliever. Rummaging through the drawers you pulled out your vibrator setting it to the side. Putting on your clothes you decide to wear one of Evans' shirts, you bring his shirt up to your nose. It smelled like him and his cologne. When Evan was away for long periods of time or wasn’t able to give you attention, you had started a habit of touching yourself while wearing one of his shirts. 

Slipping the shirt on only in your underwear you grabbed the vibrator, jumping on the bed getting comfortable. 

You stacked the pillows to your liking to lay comfortably. Propping your legs you spread them apart looking down. Bringing your fingers to your pussy you began rubbing yourself through your panties, groaning softly at the feeling beginning to pick up the pace. You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth biting down on it holding back the noises you dared to spill out. As you felt yourself nearing the edge of your climax you stopped, just edging yourself teasing yourself. 

Grabbing the vibrator that laid beside you turning it on a low setting placing it on your clit.  Your limbs tense up at the vibrations now biting down on your lip once again. Watching the wet patch form on your underwear you took off the panties throwing them somewhere across the room.

Putting the vibrator against your clit your hips slightly lifted off the mattress. You brought Evan's T-shirt up to your nose revealing your stomach, thinking about him as if he was there with you. “Mmmm Evan,” moaning his name thinking about his hands roaming around your body. The way he’d praise you for obeying him and for cumming around his fingers. 

You thought about him the thoughts becoming more intense as well as the pleasure, turning the vibrator on the highest setting. Your toes beginning to curl moans getting louder, practically screaming Evan's name. You were getting closer to your climax.

Evan pulled up in the driveway, turning the ignition off he looked up at the house seeing all the lights were still on meaning you were still awake. It was only 10 pm but it was a Wednesday and you always had a somewhat busy schedule on a Thursday, you were probably waiting for him to get back. He felt bad about not being able to spend time with you lately and having to leave abruptly this morning. He said he’ll make it up to you and he will, one thing about Evan he will never break his promise especially when it came to you. 

He pulled his keys out of pocket, twisting and turning with the lock entering the door. Evan took his shoes off at the door that was a rule you implemented when you both first moved in together. “Y/n! I’m home, the meeting ended a little earlier than expected so I’m here.” He looked around the room with a face of confusion, you weren’t responding which was very weird. He went to the kitchen, the backyard, the study, going back to the living room he stood there for a second. He then earned a small shriek coming from upstairs, “Maybe she’s upstairs but what the fuck was that noise?” Evan said to himself as he quietly walked up the steps. 

As he got closer the noise got louder, hearing whimpers and groans. Evan looked towards the left of the hallway to see the door of their bedroom halfway closed light shining through. He began walking closer to the door but then halt in his steps when he hears his name being groaned over and over. His face turned somewhat pale. Once reaching the door Evan took a deep silent to breathe closing his eyes as well. Opening them he looked through the crack of the door, letting out almost a choking noise at what he was seeing. 

His girlfriend was wearing his shirt and touching herself while saying his name. Suddenly all the heat rushed to his dick quickly becoming hard at the sight, cursing at himself he looked back through the crack of the door. Watching you have the time of your life and without him. Evan was gonna watch you finish but he wanted to have a little more fun with this. 

Barging through the door you became startled at the loud noise then hurriedly hid under the covers peeking your head out from underneath. You saw Evan walking up to the side of the bed, anxiousness took you over as he most likely heard everything. He looked down at you his shirt wrinkled his hair a mess bags under his eyes and a hard-on in his pants. You got wetter at the sight of him. 

“We’re you just touching yourself,” you avoided his face shaking your head no. “Ahhh come on don’t lie to me now unless you want me to pull back these covers,” your eyes widened now tightening your grip on the sheets shaking your head no once again. “I watched and listened to you through the door y/n don’t lie. I heard you screaming my name like a fucking whore too,” he spat. He grabbed your face forcing you to look at him, “Is this what you do when I’m away…huh? You have your little fun without me? Fucking yourself in my clothes.” You and Evan just stared at each other for a split second, until he grabbed the covers away and off of you in an instant. Now revealing your naked lower half wetness dripping between your legs and a wet vibrator laying next to you. “Look at you a fucking mess dripping everywhere,” looking down between your legs as he spoke. 

“I’m sorry baby your just always gone a lot lately and we haven’t…you know.” He looked into your eyes you were embarrassed and flustered but you were still clearly upset. Evan smiled, “Then how about I fuck you as many times as you want tonight? Huh, how does that sound?” You smirked nodding your head yes. “You in for it though got it?” You bit your lip humming in response nervously. 

“Good girl now lay back and spread your legs for me, and let me take care of you.” 

[metalbuckaroo]

Hey, lovely! For your sleepover. How about...

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Please feel free to ignore if you received this. 💖

Checking In

Summary// A hotel getaway with Bucky's favorite receptionist

Warnings// Lil angsty, some fluff, some smut, cursing, tiny mention of drinking, 18 plus only, minors dni

Note// I kinda love this request. I didn't use the quote, but its based off of the quote, this also got LONG and took sooo long.

My new masterlist and taglist will hopefully be done tomorrow night.

Im really hoping it doesn't flop bc I'm lowkey proud of it and also spent a lot of time on it

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @commonintrest

This was the slowest Bucky had went with someone in a very long time. Three dates in and he hadn't even had the chance to see you naked. It was driving him crazy to say the least.

Anyone else wouldn't have gotten a call back, but for you; it made him want it even more. So, he came up with an idea to take that extra step.

Walking into the hotel you worked at, he gave a nod to the security guard and flashed you a charming smile; his hair much shorter than when you saw him last. "Like the haircut." You said, turning in the chair to look at him. "Feels more... professional."

"Checking in again?" You asked, leaning your chin on the base of your palm, reaching your other hand to card your fingers through the short hair.

Bucky shook his head and leaned his forearms on the desktop. "No. We are checking in somewhere else. Tonight, when you're off."

His eyes trailed down to the top of your blouse, looking at the few buttons that where open. "Buck, I'm not staying in a hotel with you." You smiled, shaking your head. "Come on, I'll sleep on the couch if you're too uncomfortable." He smirked.

You thought it over for a moment before sighing and nodding your head. "Yeah, ok." You agreed, letting him pull you in for a brief kiss by the back of your neck. "Fantastic. I'll be here at five to get you."

"I'll have to go get cl-" Bucky shook his head at you. "Won't need 'em." He said, turning to walk out. "Bucky, don't you dare."

"See ya tonight, pretty girl."

As promised, five o'clock hit and Bucky was pulling in front of the doors in his sleek black car; quickly getting out.

His usual suit was traded in for a more casual button up tee and dark jeans, the prosthetic that matched the shape of his right arm perfectly on display.

He rounded the desk and picked up your bag. "You can't be back here." You teased, making him roll his eyes. "Come along, babydoll. We have plans." He said, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you with him.

Bucky's plan would surely get that extra step at least jumpstarted. The heated make out sessions in his car when he dropped you off were starting to get to him.

He refused to call anyone else to handle the tightening of his jeans, the wait made him yearn for you even more.

So, he patiently waited as you changed into the lavender sundress he'd sent for, listened and talked over dinner on the patio of the motel, and just basked in your enjoyable presence.

"Dance with me." You said, hand laying on his bicep. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't dance, sugar."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing down the vein that ran the length of his arm and to his hand. "Well, you're going to, or you'll be sleeping in that room alone." You laced your fingers in his and he looked at you with an amused expression. "Oh, really now?"

"Mhm, c'mon. It's a slow one, so you won't embarass yourself." You teased, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as you turned your back to him. "I never said I couldn't dance. Just that I don't, babydoll." His gruff voice said in your ear, moving to stand in front of you once in the midst of the other couples enjoying their night.

"Couldn't say no to you if I tried anyways." He said softly as your hands rested on the back of his neck, his on the dip of your waist.

The Bucky who took you on dates was different than the Bucky who strolled in your lobby at least once every two weeks. He wasn't glowering when he looked at you; instead he had a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and your heart flutter.

He hadn't smiled so hard and so much in years. He was addicted. To your voice, fiery attitude, and gleaming smile; and he couldn't even imagine how much more he'd crave once he finally got a taste of you.

"Gonna let me sleep in the bed, pretty girl?" He cooed, hands roaming over the swell of your ass. "Of course, Mr Barnes." You grinned, pecking a kiss to his dimpled chin. "Could dance with you all night if you wanted me to." He said, squeezing gently. "I wouldn't complain."

His lips slotted over yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of them.

He suddenly lifted his head, bottom lip brushing the tip of your nose as you opened your eyes again.

Bucky's cold demeanor he usually had while walking through the lobby of the hotel returned, smile fading into a deep scowl as he looked at something behind you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you cupped his stubbled jaw in your hands, feeling the muscle of it flex. "Just stay close." He murmured, pulling you closer to his front.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, lips parting to say something, but the stern look in his eyes stopping you as they stayed glued on whatever was behind you.

"Barnes, didn't expect to see you here- like this." A voice that was slightly higher in pitch than Bucky's sounded from behind you.

Bucky tucked you into his side, hand on the small of your back as he stared at the shorter man. "Just enjoying my night. That a problem?"

You swallowed thickly and gripped onto the back of Bucky's shirt, crumbling the perfectly ironed fabric in your fist as your heart pounded. "Needa talk." The man said.

Bucky's eyes flicked to a group of men sitting at the corner of the patio before looking back to the man in from of him. "Go sit down. Order us some more drinks." Bucky said sternly. "Bucky-"

He finally looked down at you with an icy stare, making you shrink back slightly. "Now isn't the time to argue with me. Go sit down." The tone of his voice was one you hadn't heard before.

You nodded and turned to walk back to the table, picking at your nails as you took your seat again.

Looking to where Bucky was sat at the table with the group, you chewed your bottom lip. You knew what you were getting into when accepting that first date, you just didn't think it'd follow you everywhere.

He tried to stay patient, he was in rival territory and knew it was a terrible idea; but this was one of the nice hotels and he wanted the weekend spent right. Keeping his cool was the only way he was going to be able to do that.

He was barely even listening to half of what the men were saying, glancing over at your nervous posture as you picked the nails he had just paid to get manicured; even though you protested against taking his money.

Until one statement had his head snapping back towards one of them. "The girl seems... sweet. Make you happy?" It wasn't meant in a way a friend would ask when checking up on another friend. Bucky felt it burn through him like a threat.

"Yeah, well, she's got a mouth on her and I'm losing my patience. So, you men have a good night, you owe my girl an apology for ruining her night." He stood, teeth gritting together.

You noticed Bucky's tense stance and straightened in your seat as he got closer. "Rude bastards." Bucky grumbled, taking your hand in his and tugging for you to stand. "What did they want?"

Bucky thought about lying, but he promised you he wouldn't. "Talk business. Can't believe they'd interrupt me over stupid bullshit." He sneered, pulling you along with him back into the hotel. "Where are we going? They're going to bill you for those drinks." You huffed, picking up your pace to walk next to him. "Don't care."

By the time the two of you reached the door to your room, Bucky had you pressed against it; fumbling to swipe the key card as his lips attacked yours.

Your hands fisted into the front of his shirt to keep your balance as shoes were kicked off, Bucky backing you towards the bed with his large hands holding the sides of your face.

You fell back onto the bed when the backs of your knees met the edge of the mattress, taking him with you; Bucky's body parting your legs.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, sharing breaths as his hands gripped at your outer thighs and pawed their way under the skirt of your dress.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he dipped his head to latch his lips on the underside of your jaw. "Bucky, wait-" You panted, pressing his shoulders lightly. "What?" He breathed, stopping all movements as he looked at you; eyes dark and lips kiss swollen. "I-"

"You're a virgin. We can wait, if so." He cut you off, face dropping slightly. "No, no. It's not that. I just haven't had sex in awhile." You said, gnawing at your tongue. "Want me to go slower?"

"I just don't want to take things too fast." You whispered, tracing the collar of his shirt with your fingertips.

Bucky took a deep inhale, warm hand moving to hold your chin. "Babygirl, listen. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed when we're done. You got me attached with this damn chase you gave me. Wanna take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded and pulled him back down to you, his tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Gently pushing them away, you replaced his hands with yours to pop the buttons open as his tongue glided across every inch of your mouth he could reach.

You lifted your back off of the mattress for his hand to feel for the zipper of your dress, grazing your fingers down the tensing muscles of his chest and abdomen; stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Don't get shy now, take 'em off." Bucky mumbled against your lips, sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

The wetness between your legs grew as your tugged at his belt, whimpering into his mouth when he pressed his hips against you to show how hard he was.

Pulling away, Bucky sat up to tug your dress down your torso and legs; eyes drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him as he shoved his jeans off and palmed himself through his boxers.

"Take the shirt off." You panted, backing up the bed. A smirk grew on his face, metal thumb sliding back and forth in the waistband of his boxers as he looked at your glistening folds. "Ask nicely and I just might." He taunted. "Please."

You watched the way his muscles flexed with each movement, the shirt sliding off of his arms and to the floor; revealing the mess of scars Bucky hoped you'd ignore and a large tattoo on his ribcage.

Next were his boxer briefs, pooling at his feet as his cock twitched in the air; swollen tip red and leaking precum. "You're staring, babydoll." He said, voice low as he moved his body back over yours.

"Can't help it." You swallowed, the weight of his cock against your thigh as you felt the firmness of his back. His hand slipped between your bodies to guide himself to your heat, spreading your slick with his tip.

"So wet, barely even touched you yet." You whined at his words and gripped his shoulders. "Buck, please. Stop the teasing."

The smirk on his face grew before he brushed his lips against yours. "Hm, I don't know. Kept me waitin' so long, might just tease you a little more." He hummed. You bucked your hips against him, his tip barely pressing into you. "Fuck..." Bucky said in a low groan, a shudder passing through his body.

He made sure you felt every ridge and vein, pulling breathy sounds from you when he pushed deeper. Your walls so tight and warm around him, he already had to hold off his release.

"Look at me, sweet girl." He breathed, nipping at your bottom lip and rolling his hips into yours.

When you opened your eyes, the adoring look in Bucky's made your breath hitch. Hands wedging under your back as he sat up, holding you to him so you were sitting on his thick thighs.

"So beautiful." He groaned as his hands glided over the curve of your back to your ass, metal and flesh fingers digging into the skin.

Guiding your hips in a faster pace, he could feel you clenching around him, swallowing the blissed out sounds you made with a breath taking kiss as his grip on you tightened.

The soft ow that passed your lips made Bucky loosen his grip and move you in a slower pace. "Need me to slow down?" He panted, pulling away from you slightly.

You frantically shook your head, hands clinging to his shoulders; needing to feel his skin against yours. "No-no. Don't stop, please, keep going." You whined, bucking your hips along with him.

In a swift movement, your back was pressed back into the mattress. Your fingers laced with Bucky's as he pinned your hands at the sides of your head, his hips meeting yours in a faster, rougher pace that knocked the breath from your lungs and made your head spin; his cock sliding against every sweet spot, some that you didn't even know existed.

Salacious sounds from both of you echoed around the room, your eyes fluttering shut again and body arching into him so your front was flush to his as the coil snapped.

"There you go, baby. Feel so good, so worth the wait." Bucky moaned out, chasing his own release with shorter thrusts.

A whimper of his name falling from your sweet lips sent him over the edge, his hips flush to yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, riding the blissful feeling for all that it was as he looked over your blissed out face.

It was the moment your eyes peaked out, staring back into his lust darkened ones that Bucky knew. You were the one thing he needed to protect. To hold close and never let go.

A tender kiss was placed on your lips, a satisfied hum leaving Bucky as he slipped from between your legs to lay beside you.

You slowly moved off of the bed to grab a shirt and go to clean up, legs feeling wobbly with each step to and from the bathroom.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed when you walked back into the adjoined room, legs still a little jelly feeling as you made you way back to him.

He laughed, an actual belly laugh that made your heart swell as he pulled you between his parted thighs. "I have some... unexpected business to take care of in the morning."

You nodded lightly and sat your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to stay in this room and keep the door locked. When I come back, we'll do something." He promised, gently massaging your sides. "Something, huh?"

A squeak escaped your throat when you were pinned back underneath Bucky, his hips pressing into you. "Oh, don't you get me started. I'll keep you up all night."

[fawn-eyed-girl]

Sew right for each other sounds cute!

I pick that one

Ahh, Feeny, I'm so glad that you picked this one! It's been sitting in my WiPs for a LONG time, and needs to see the light of day. (And hopefully will, soon!)

The inspiration for this story comes from @kalcia, who drew me this unbelievably sexy Inu, and I knew he needed a story. And then I found this prompt and immediately thought of InuKag:

"You’re a seamstress at the place I took my clothes to get fixed and when I got it back it smelled like you so now I’m looking for clothes at the thrift store that have holes in them so that I can go back and see you again."

But when I put these two items together, the story took a very different turn, one that I hope is funny, but is probably just crack and smut 😅🙈

I've put a little preview for you below the cut!

Inuyasha sighed, adjusted his glasses, then checked the time on his Rolex before rolling up his sleeves, his white, fluffy dog ears fixed on the doorway. Kaede was late. Again. But Kaede was always late. And she always tested his patience.

But Inuyasha wasn’t allowed to lose his temper with Kaede. Because she was old. And only had one eye, the other lost in some kind of mysterious accident when she was a child. When his asshole of a half-brother had hired her to be Inuyasha’s secretary, Inuyasha had protested, but Sesshomaru had stood firm, immovable in the face of Inuyasha’s huffing and puffing.

“She is good for you,” he’d said, both then and many times over the past six months. “You won’t lose your temper at an old woman with one eye.”

Sess was right. Inuyasha wouldn’t. No matter how crazy she made him.

But the worst part was that Kaede seemed to have picked this up, and was now acting like she totally knew, and she totally didn’t give a shit.

So that’s why it was 6:30 on a Thursday evening, and Inuyasha was still in his office, now pacing the length of the room, waiting for Kaede to show up with his dry-cleaning, so he could change out of his work shirt and into something more formal for his dinner with Sesshomaru and Kirinmaru, the owner of the company that Sess was trying to acquire. Inuyasha didn’t need to be at this meeting, per se, but the company was half his, even if he was only the Vice President of Operations, and so Sesshomaru insisted on Inuyasha putting in the effort and the appearances. 

Which Inuyasha secretly didn’t mind, but he would never tell his brother that.

But still...he had to make it down to Chelsea by 7, from Midtown, and he...didn’t know if he was gonna do it.

“Damn Kaede,” Inuyasha growled, pushing up his sleeves in frustration, “where the fuck is the old bat?”

“The old bat,” said a wheezing, wizened voice, “has brought your dry cleaning, Inuyasha.” Inuyasha spun around, and there she was, dressed in an old cardigan and a dress that could have doubled as a muumuu, holding out several shirts all tied together, on hangers and under plastic.

Inuyasha grunted. “About fucking time,” he groused, but accepted the dry cleaning without tugging on it too hard. “Thanks,” he added, tearing open the plastic with his claws. “You can go home now. I’ll see you tomorrow, Kaede.”

“Your brother is waiting, Inuyasha,” snapped Kaede, who hooked a finger in his direction. “Should I call you a car?”

Inuyasha groaned. “A car will take for-fucking-ever,” he complained, the plastic now completely off the shirts. Almost immediately, a scent washed over his body, nearly knocking him back from the force. It was…

Lavender. And...vanilla?

Fuck. Whatever it was, it smelled divine.

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[my-tin-can-mans]

She Knows Part 2, (Wolffe x Reader)

OH BOY. First I'm sorry this took me so long I've been busy with college. But! this is the longest fic or anything really I've written so wow. Hopefully you enjoy.

Warnings: angst, mentions of Alcohol, mentions of cheating slight smut (minors do not interact or read).

Note: italics are flashbacks

“So, what do you usually do during leave?” the question threw you a little of guard. You’d been stationed with the 501st for four months now, four months since you’d broke it off with Wolffe after… everything. You had been the head medic in the 104th battalion, but quickly put in a request for a transfer after the humiliation Wolffe had put you through. The only position available was with the 501st, working under their head medic, Kix. It was a demotion sure, but honestly it took a lot of stress of your shoulders and well, anything to get away from the situation you were in.

Working with Kix almost 24/7 forced you two to grow close and form a close relationship. It was more of a brotherly/sisterly love than anything else, though others saw how well you two had worked together and insisted you would make a good couple, you both were comfortable where you were, which you were grateful for, it was nice to have a friend as kind and understanding as Kix.

Tomorrow the whole battalion would be stationed on Coruscant, the general had some jedi duties to attends to and the war was at a standstill for the moment, giving the men time to relax instead of being thrown under another general for a while.

You had been checking bacta supplies when Kix happened to spring this question on you. Freezing your hand in motion as you had begun to type up an order to restock while planet side. You’d never actually had a leave without Wolffe. Most of the time on leave was spent in that dark corner of 79’s, the other half in a hotel bed.

“Mesh’la, come on, up. I promised the men we’d meet them tonight for a round.”

“But I don’t wanna go Wolffe can’t we just stay here? The sheets are so soft and I don’t feel like wearing clothes.” You’d whined.

“I already told them we would be there, now come up before I drag you out of bed.”

“you wouldn’t,” you peeked your head out from under the covers, narrowing you eyes at him, he stood at the foot of the bed, wearing his blacks sans shirt. He himself had just untangled from you and the sheets. How he had the willpower to do so you had no clue. He dawned his famous predatory smirk on his face

“Are you questioning my word Mesh’la, because you know I always keep my word.” He took a step forward, his thighs now touching the mattress.

“of course not Wolffe,” you gave him a sweet smile, “but I bet I could change your mind.”

“oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “do tell.” He placed his hand on either side of your feet, leaning over the bed

“why don’t you come up here and find out.”

With one swift move Wolffe was on top of you now and you brought your hands to his face pulling him in and kissing him, it was rough and passionate, you really didn’t want to leave and you wanted him to know that, hoping he would see how desperate you were and decide to stay. But after a few moments he pulled back, looking down at you with that damn smirk again, “that was quite convincing.”

Before you could retort anything Wolffe had left from his position on top of you, yanking you up to your feet in the process, “but unfortunately like a said before, I am a man of my word and I already gave it to my brothers, sorry mesh’la but you’ll have to show me your negotiating skills another time, I promise ill make up for it.”

“To be honest Kix I’ve never really done much with my leave time, ya know? I just kinda destress and go out every once in a while.”

“Oh? Well do you have any plans for our first night off then? Me and a couple of the boys are gonna be at 79’s if you’d like to join.”

The mention of 79’s made your heart skip a beat. You hadn’t been back there since you’d found out about Wolffe. “I don’t know Kix,” you sighed, 79’s was a clone bar, and also a favorite hangout spot for the man you had been trying to forget about.

“oh come on, you think Jesse’s a horrible flirt now, just wait till you see him drunk, you’ll be laughing so hard your stomach will be sore in the morning.”

You snorted a laugh in response, Jesse and you were also pretty close, but he was notorious for always trying out stupid pick-up lines on you, he took every opportunity he could to flirt with you, even when he had gotten injured and you were stitching him up, “you look so pretty when your concentrated.” He had said.

But the issue at hand still itched in the back of your mind, what if Wolffe was there? Going back to your holopad, typing up the order you were previously working on to make yourself seem less concerned about your next question you asked him, “the 104th isn’t on leave right now are they?”

“no I don’t think so, why?” Kix had since turned around focusing on organizing medical supplies to help you order.

“Nothing, just, ya know making sure.” You’d told Kix about what happened between you and Wolffe. Just about every clone knew you two were dating, Wolffe always had to make it known you were his. So Obviously everyone was curious as to what had happened.

He turned and looked at you, realizing what you meant, “Oh Kriff, this is your first leave without him isn’t it?”

You nodded, too afraid, after months of finally getting yourself together you didn’t want to revert back to breaking down again.

“Hey listen, if you don’t want to be there I understand. But maybe it would help ya know? We’ll all be wasted you’ll totally forget about him I promise we’ll have a good time.”

It was very convincing, you’d seen the 501stparty and 79’s before, they went hard, unlike Wolffe who was usually more private and reserved. That didn’t mean you two still didn’t have fun in your own way on leave.

Much to your dismay you’d put on a dress and Wolffe had dragged you to 79’s anyways. The second you’d stepped into the place the music and dark lighting consumed you. It was loud tonight. The 501st was celebrating a successful occupy over a separatist world and you could tell. The blue armor was spread throughout the crowd, some at the bar hitting on the women already occupying it, and some on the dance floor.

You wished Wolffe danced more with you, you loved to dance but he only ever accompanied you once, and that was after a drinking competition with Thorne who was hard to beat. He didn’t even remember it in the morning.

Without a second glance to all the men, Wolffe grabbed your wrist and led you back to the booth he always sat at. Instead of the usual commanders, Sinker and Boost sat there awaiting their commanders arrival after being promised a drink with him. You slid into the booth and Wolffe sat right up against you.

He was broad so he took up most of the space, he always presented himself in such a way that he was always there, chest puffed out, shoulders broadened and head held high. When he got situated he spread his legs, taking up more space and knocked his with yours. The two of you practically sat in each other’s lap with how close you were to each other. he placed his hand on your thigh, resting just below the sundress you and reluctantly put on earlier.

It was a last resort to get him to stay in with you. It was his favorite. The first time he saw you in it he’d practically kneeled before you, although you were sure he was just trying to get a peak underneath.

Four shots were already at the table when you two had arrived and Sinker, who was sitting in front of you, had passed one your way while Wolffe grabbed his own downing it without even flinching.

As the night drove on, the men began to become tipsy and Wolffe’s hand grew higher and higher. It was when Boost was at the climax of telling you a story from before you had signed on with them that Wolffe finally breeched your center, rubbing his index finger over the already wet spot in your panties.

You jumped, not expecting him to be so bold as to touch you in front of his men. You turned to look at him but he was looking straight on at Boost, absolutely engrossed in the story he was telling. Without making eye contact he leaned over, giving you a small peck on your temple, while at the same time, he pushed you underwear over to the side and slipped a finger into you.

His face was flushed, from the alcohol or the devious act he was performing you couldn’t tell. It was probably a mix of both. Wolffe rarely showed PDA in public especially in front of him men. So you were practically in shock with what was happening right now.

You went to grab a sip of your drink while he slowly pumped his finger a few times before deciding to add another. You let out a chocking noise.

“Hey you okay?” Sinker seemed concerned at your reaction.

“Yeah, yeah just fine, drink must’ve gone down the wrong piper there” you tried to play it off.

He bought it just fine, resuming the conversation that had started up after Boost’s story. When you turned to look at Wolffe again he was wearing that shit eating grin he often dawned and maker you wanted to wipe it clean off.

When Sinker and Boost were distracted enough, Wolffe leaned into you, “come on now mesh’la, I did say I'd make it up to you, and as I recall we’ve already proved I’m a man of my words.”

“Well I guess a few drinks wouldn’t hurt.” You thought back to all the times you’d seen blue armor on the dance floor and envied the fact you hadn’t been there as well, “but I better get a couple of dances out of you guys”

Kix chuckled, “I can promise you, if you stop by for long enough those men will be fighting over who gets to dance with you next.”

You bellowed out a laugh at that. The thought of Jesse, tup and the rest fighting over you was quite the scenario. “Just comm me what time you boys are gonna be there at.”

He nodded his head in agreement, both of you chatting lightly about other topics as you finished the order.

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The ship had landed a few hours ago, longing for a good night’s sleep you had left the barracks for the stay, packing up your necessities and checking into a hotel a few blocks out of the main traffic for some peace and quiet.

As you were getting ready for your night at 79’s Kix had sent you a comm message, letting you know they were on their way and would be arriving in 10 minutes. All you had left to do was dress yourself. You rummaged through the bag of clothes you had. It wasn’t much, mostly GAR issued scrubs and a few dresses. You heart stopped when you saw the dress though. The one that was always Wolffe’s favorite. You picked it out, holding it up so you could see the whole thing.

Kriff. This dress brought back so many memories. It almost hurt to look at it. if you were being completely honest with yourself though, you did look damn good in it. screw it you thought. Time to make better memories in it.

After you slipped the dress on you hailed an air taxi to 79’s once inside you scanned the bar, looking for the men who were going to take up your evening. You spotted them at the bar ordering drinks and from the looks of it Jesse was already on his shit and flirting with the bartender.

You walked up to them and their heads turned. Jesse let out a whistle, “Damn, look at you! If I didn’t know any better I'd say you were trying to entice me.”

Kix shook his head at that. Putting his face into his palm. Tup who happened to be standing beside Jesse elbowed him to which Jesse frowned at. “Could you not flirt with my favorite medic?” he turned to you, “you look nice by the way, but not in a creepy I want to get with you way like he meant.”

You let out a giggle. You were already having a great time and you hadn’t even been in the building for five minutes. You took a seat at the bar between Kix and Jesse, Tup to the other side of him.

As the night ticked by you happened to get pretty tipsy, never getting truly drunk for fear you couldn’t make it back to your hotel safely. The men held their alcohol well though and although they were drinking twice as much, they were probably the same level intoxicated as you were. You all stayed at the bar, cracking jokes and telling insane stories, often Jesse would flirt with you or the bartender but it wasn’t too much and you both welcomed the light heartedness attention he gave.

An hour in you heard a voice behind you, “Hope I didn’t miss too much.” You swiveled in the bar seat, turning around to be face to face with the captain of the 501st.

“Captain!” Kix exclaimed, “what took you so long?”

“Sorry boys had a few reports I needed to fill out before the night ended.”

“Well, were glad you here now.” You said.

You got up to give the captain a hug. Something you defiantly wouldn’t do sober, but the alcohol had given you a little confidence. Rex looked surprised by the affection but embraced you anyways. He leaned down and you put your chin over his shoulder patting him on the back staying like that for a second.

It was then that you wished you hadn’t hugged Rex, hadn’t drank as much to give you a confidence boost, and hadn’t stepped a foot in this maker forsaken bar again.

He sat there, in the seat he always sat in when he came here. Only this time he wasn’t with any of his troopers or the other commanders. This time he was with another girl. She was a purple Twi'lek and she was drop dead gorgeous. And the dress she was wearing, or lack thereof because of how tiny it was , made you look like you had just picked yours straight out of the garbage. And you couldn’t help but wonder.

Was that her?

“Kriff Wolffe, what the actual Kriff!” you screamed, you didn’t care about the other guests in the hotel, you were so mad you were practically seeing stars.

“I'm sorry mesh’la I'm sorry I'm so so sorry.”

“No. No! don’t you dare call me that right now. I can’t – I don’t even have words for you right now.”

“please, please let me explain,”

You whipped you head around to him, seeing a whole new layer of red. “Explain? What is there to explain Wolffe. You cheated on me then proceeded to not tell me while apparently everyone else knew and I found out through one of your brothers! Isn’t that enough of an explanation.”

You sat down on the bed, head in hands. He kneeled down in front of your feet. Placing his hands atop of your knees. “I'm sorry.” He whispered. You slapped his hands off you, the thought of him touching you after another woman practically revolted you.

“you already said that.”

“I know, and I mean it I am, it was a mistake, I- if I could take it back I would, Maker I- I hate myself for letting it happen.”

“you should hate yourself.”

“I do, I do. Please, tell me what I can do to make this better.”

For a man who was supposed to be well tactical he kept making all the wrong moves.

“Wolffe there is no making this better. What’s done is done and now it's time to move on.” you finally made your decision, after debating back and forth in the air cab on how to react.

“Yes of course let’s move on, it was in the past but I love you Mesh’la I want you that’s all.”

Kriff that’s not what you meant. “No Wolffe, I mean I’m moving on. from you. I- I can’t continue to be with someone who has done what you’ve done. It's- it's not fair to me.”

By this point tears were strolling down your face. You turned your head to wipe them, not wanting him to see how much he had broke you. “no, no please I- I love you please we can fix this we can work this out please just stay I- I need you.”

“I love you too Wolffe, but there is no fixing this. I loved you so much that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I gave you everything thing, I gave you all of me and you took that and you stomped on it, you might as well of placed my heart in a dumpster and set it on fire.”

He put his head in your lap. A single tear rolling down his face. “please, please don’t go, I'm so sorry.”

“I know Wolffe. But I can’t accept your apology.”

Your head was pounding. He wasn’t supposed to be on Coruscant right now. Kix had said so himself. You pulled back from Rex. He placed his hands on your shoulders his face blocking the view of him. He smiled warmly but his expression quickly changed when he saw yours.

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost” he joked.

But you facial expression didn’t lighten, in fact it only got worse. With every waking second, every harsh beat of whatever hit song was playing over the speakers you drew yourself inwards more and more.

“hey hey what wrong?” Kix had left his seat at the bar quickly coming to your side. Him and Rex both dawned a look of concern.

“You said he wouldn’t be here.” You turned to Kix, channeling you emotions onto him.

He looked confused at first, but the realization hit him and he turned his head to look over Rex’s shoulder. Rex followed his line of vision and they both saw him. Sitting there in the booth, while the woman clung to him, practically in his lap.

She was kissing his neck, which honestly surprised you, Wolffe was never one for public displays of affection. Or maybe that was just with you. Because he seemed to be enjoying this.

Rex turned around to face you again, a look of panic and empathy on his face, “Kriff I'm so sorry I- he was on a solo mission with General Koon and they’re stationed here for the night so I told him I’d be here. I'm so sorry, it was an honest mistake.”

It wasn’t the first time you’d heard that from a man in this room.

You felt like the whole room was spinning, be that the alcohol or the nervousness and upset that came with seeing him again you weren’t sure. All the men you had come here with were suddenly surrounding you with sympathetic looks and it felt like someone had placed a spotlight on you and you just wanted it to go away.

This night was meant to help you forget him, be happy and have fun with your new assigned battalion. Kriff was the so much to ask for!

“hey hey come on now,” Jesse finally broke the silence, “forget about him! If I remember correctly I promised you a dance earlier?”

This made you finally break out of your trance. You needed a distraction, and had been waiting for someone to dance with all night.

“actually I would love to Jesse.”

“right this way then”

He held out his hand for you and took you to the dance floor. The song that was playing was loud and upbeat, you and Jesse moved together to the beat, it was fun and you really enjoyed it, when the beat of the song dropped everyone on the dance floor was jumping to it, you and Jesse did the same

When the song stopped, you were practically out of breath, you let out a laugh of relief, actually feeling a little better. You looked up are Jesse and he was smiling at you.

“Feeling better, huh?” he asked.

“A little, thank you.”

A few second later another song had come on. This time it was more slow, the partners on the dance floor started to grab each other.

Jesse grabbed your waist. “Come on huh? let’s give that son of a blaster something to look at, plus this might be the only time I get to be this close to you, despite my attempts” he smirked at you.

You nodded your head, letting out a giggle at his lame excuse to flirt with you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he pulled you in closer, your chest practically touching his. And finally you both started to sway to the beat.

A few seconds in Jesse started rubbing his thumbs on your hips, trying to calm your nerves, and it worked. Caught up in the music you started to lightly grind your hips into his, although it was soft guarded by his armor, he still took notice to it. smirking at you and grinding in time with you. His hands started to rise, growing closer and closer to under your breasts, but never reaching, knowing he would be crossing a line, and although Jesse was a flirt, his last intention was to make anyone uncomfortable.

He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. You could feel his breathe on your skin, and his nose rubbing up and down. He placed a soft his on your shoulder and the next thing you knew you were being turned around. His hand were back on your waits, but his cheat was now pressed up against your back. He gave you a harsh grind into your ass and you gasped. His arms now wrapping around you, pulling you impossibly tight into him. His head resumed its spot into your neck.

“is this okay,” he whispered into your ear.

“yeah.” You breathed. He kissed you neck this time. but it was just one short one, it was slow, and hot, you closed your eyes. he placed them all the way up your neck, all the way up to your jaw. All the way close to your mouth, and he whispered again, is this okay.

You nodded your head, eyes still closed and you turned you head towards him a little encouraging him. And his lips met yours.

You hadn’t kissed very many people. Wolffe giving you the majority of your experience. and although they were clones, they felt completely different. When Wolffe used to kiss you he practically stole your breath, he put everything he had into kissing you, and it was almost always hot and it made your insides flip, no matter how many times he kissed you, you always felt dizzy and perfectly happy, like his kissed could cure any problemed you had. To say Jesse was a bad kisser would be a lie, it was a good kiss, but it almost made you feel the opposite, all you could think about was Wolffe.

And when the song ended and you opened your eyes you were facing him again. Him. And he was sitting there with his lounge practically down the woman’s throat. And it hurt, hurt to know that he didn’t even acknowledge you. Hadn’t even cared that the person he once begged to stay with was with someone else now. Even though you weren’t actually. It hurt that he used to kiss you like that and now he was kissing someone else like that.

you weren’t sure if it was the beginning of the next song, or if your head was going fuzzy, but all you could hear was ringing in your ears. Jesse had unwrapped his hands from around you and the moment he did you sprang towards the doors of 79’s.

you heard the faint sounds of Jesse, rex and Kix calling out for you but you couldn’t be bothered to hear what any of them had to say. You left the building and walked a few blocks. Finally coming across an empty alley. You pressed you back against the cool metal of the building you were beside and let out a breathe. The air was cool and crisp against your skin, but it felt good.

After all the time you spent forgetting about him you were practically back at square one. And it pissed you off. How dare he have this effect on you.

You let out a sigh, gathering your emotions. And when you finally felt calm enough you went to comm Kix, letting him know you’d be going back to your hotel for the rest of the night, but you were interrupted.

“Mesh’la.”

ending notes: soooo, im not sure if im gonna do another part on this or not, i have some ideas for other fics but im kinda cramped on time at the moment so we shall see.

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[kaunis-sielu]

Fire Dogs: 4

It turns out that you didn’t break anything just deeply bruised. Steve brings you home and you feel terrible that he’s wasted his whole night on you and your drama.

“Do you wanna stop and pick up something to eat?”

“No, I’ve got dinner planned. As long as you’re okay waiting for dinner.”

“You’re supposed to take it easy.” He reminds you gently.

“Yea, it’s just Spaghetti. Easy.”

“Come on Fawn, you heard Dr. May, you have to take it easy.”

“I’m right handed, I’ll be fine to put some noodles into hot water and heat some sauce.” You argue and he sighs heavily as he slows to a stop at a stoplight.

“Can you just humor me for one night?” He asks giving you some serious puppy dog eyes. You feel that little prickle of an Alpha command but he doesn’t, like he’d promised.

“Fine. But you don’t get to pay.”

“Woah woah. Now that’s not the deal.”

“That’s the deal.” You argue and Steve glances over at you with an affectionate glare.

“Fine. Has anyone ever told you you’re bossy for an Omega?” He sighs heavily before asking, “What do you want?”

You end up picking up burgers at a little takeout place called Stan’s and eating them at home. Dinner with Steve is fun. He’s smart and charming and you enjoy spending time with him. When you’re done with dinner you grab your Stark Pad and head up to your room. You hear Steve in the shower and you manage to struggle out of your shirt and into your pajamas. You’re supposed to take some painkillers but you’ve got to be up for Sam in a few hours so you don’t.

You’re in way more pain when you wake up at 3:30. You wrap your robe around yourself and open your door. Much to your surprise both Steve and Sam are waiting outside your door.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve says uncrossing one of his arms and holding an open hand out to Sam who pulls his wallet out and slams a twenty into Steve’s hand.

“Um, what?” You ask blinking at the two.

“I bet Sam that you’d be up to make him breakfast and something for Bucky before he goes to bed. Which also means that you didn’t take any pain meds.”

“I’m fine Steve.” You tell him trying to skirt past him.

“Uh, uh, uh Honey.” He pauses you with an arm in front of you, “I know you asked me not to but I wanna know why you need to do this? I just want what’s best for you.” You know he’s talking about not Alpha commanding you, part of it is a simple answer, the other part, not so much.

“Steve, I can’t just not do anything. Okay? I can’t.” You attempt to reason with him, “You guys are out there laying down your lives to help protect my home. I need to do something!” He studies you silently for a moment, just long enough where you’re almost uncomfortable.

“Okay Omega, but the second it’s too much take a break okay? And maybe take half of one of the pills Dr. May gave you. Just to help with the swelling.” He called you Omega again, not that you can lie about it now that Grant had called you an Omega bitch right in front of him. When Steve calls you Omega it’s, nice.

“Will you cut them in half for me before you go? I don’t have much range of motion in my left arm yet.” You ask softly, you have this weird feeling he might like to help take care of you as much as you like helping care for him, Sam and Bucky.

“Yea, I’ll cut one now and do the rest before I head out. If you’re too tired to get up with me please don’t okay?” You nod then follow him down the stairs.

Sam’s breakfast, and Bucky’s dinner, is a little more difficult with your aching body but if Steve notices any of your wincing he thankfully doesn’t say anything. You take the half pill that he offers then with Cooper on your heels trudge back upstairs. It takes you longer to get comfortable this time, you’re still awake when Steve and Bucky come to bed. You hear them talking quietly, you can’t really make out what they’re saying but Steve sounds annoyed. You can feel his irritation through the door and you’re worried you’ve done something. Hopefully you didn’t get him into any trouble with the other firefighters for leaving early.

You end up falling into a half sleep as the sun rises in the sky. You still hear everything going on around you but you can’t react, it’s a terrible way to sleep. You’re pretty sure you hear Steve open the door to check on you at some point, his scent invading the room when he cracks the door open. You relax further and finally fall into a restful sleep.

You wake up around one, Cooper is still laying at your feet when you stretch but he hops down and makes his way to the door with a wagging tail. You groan softly as you sit up, then make your way slowly to the door. You let Cooper out then struggle into your robe your arm aching. You make your way down to the kitchen to feed Cooper and find your bottle of pills full of halves. It makes you smile to see that Steve had taken the time to cut them, you take two of the halves, you’re not going anywhere today so you don’t need to be especially awake.

You do some drawing for your new book, it’s almost done and you couldn’t be more excited. Your deadline is in three days and with only two pages left to draw you’re feeling pretty good about everything. You’ve even decided what your next book is gonna be about, the therapy dogs that are coming in for the firefighters. You won’t use Cooper or any of the other dogs real names but you’re going to share the story.

You must fall asleep on the couch, when you wake Sam is in the kitchen humming away as he cooks. A warm ice pack falls off of your shoulder as you sit up, you grab it then move slowly to your feet. When you wander into the kitchen Sam gives you a broad smile,

“Mornin’ sleeping beauty. How do you feel?”

“Sore. Do you want me to take over?”

“Nah, Fawn. Buck said you didn’t even move when he let Cooper out and left. He did make sure you were breathing and put the ice on your shoulder. He said he wants to check it if you’re okay with that tomorrow before he leaves.”

“It’s just a deep bruise.”

“Yes but our Alpha told us to take care of you so we will.”

“Your Alpha? But you’re all Alphas?”

“Steve is a True Alpha.” Sam explains, “I thought he’d told you.”

“No, so he’s like, the leader of your pack?”

“Exactly.”

“What exactly does that mean?”

“He’s the boss.” Sam says with a shrug, “you like gumbo?”

“Can he Alpha command anyone?”

“Yea, but he wouldn’t. Not without good reason.” You’re almost positive that Steve must’ve Alpha commanded Grant.

“But he can.”

“Yes, why?”

“I think he did.”

“Who?”

“I mean, other than me. I think he Alpha commanded one of the doctors at the ER.” When Sam glances at you over his shoulder you look down at the warm ice pack you’re still holding. “Grant Ward, he’s my ex. He wanted to mate me but I just couldn’t, and he’s been making my life hard ever since.”

“You’re not a Beta are you.” Sam says softly and you look up at him in surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Steve has been off, like he’s protecting an Omega but Bucky and I couldn’t figure it out because you smell like a Beta.”

“Please don’t say anything. If the town finds out I’m going to have every stupid Alpha at my door.”

“Not with Steve here you won’t.”

“You’re not going to be here forever. When you leave they’ll be all over me.” You tell him hurrying to his side, “Please don’t say anything!”

“I won’t, none of us will.” He promises and you give his arm an appreciative squeeze.

“Thanks Sam. And I do like Gumbo, thank you for cooking.”

“Of course Fawn. If you wanna keep working on your book I can let you know when the food is done.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yup.” So you do as he says and get back to work on your book. You’re on the last page when you hear him call for you.

“Thank you again for cooking. It smells amazing.”

“If I let Carol cook we’d both die.”

“She’s not much of a cook?”

“No, not at all.” He admits with a laugh, “I love the woman but she can’t cook.”

“Is it hard being in an Alpha-Alpha pair?”

“I don’t think so, but it’s definitely a choice we make to make it work.”

“Sorry, that was a very personal question.”

“I don’t mind, I’d imagine things are pretty traditional here.” You nod, “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Why aren’t you mated?”

“I’ve dated but after the shit with Grant I think I’m just scared. All the Alphas around here want an Omega and they think I’m a Beta so they don’t really look my way.”

“Are you just waiting for an Alpha?”

“No, if I met the right Beta that would be fine too.”

“Which of us smells best?”

“Nope,” you tell him with a laugh, “I’m not going there.”

“I had to try.” He tells you with a grin of his own.

“All I’ll say is that none of you smell bad. All comforting.”

“Good.” Sam says with a nod and you finish the meal in comfortable conversation. You shoo him out of the kitchen when you’re both done. Insisting that he go to bed so he’s rested for his morning shift. You take another half of a pain pill then start doing the dishes. You finish your last drawing then send everything to your publisher so they can check it over. By the time that’s done it’s nearly ten and Steve should be home soon.

You get off the couch and follow Cooper to the back door. When you open it Coop doesn’t move, just stares out into the darkness.

“In or out Coop.” You tell him and he ambles out into the yard. You close the door and head back to the kitchen to grab a bowl of Gumbo to start heating for Steve. You go back to the back door and when you open it you find Cooper isn’t alone in the backyard.

“Hi Omega.”

“What.” You gasp as Brock moves closer to your house. “Cooper!”

“I think he got out.”

“What? Cooper!” You call shutting the door in Brock’s face you lock it and hurry into the living room. The front door opens and Steve comes in, Cooper trailing behind him. “Oh, oh thank god. Oh Steve thank you.”

“He was hanging out in the front. How did he get out?”

“I don’t know.” Steve tenses, “Brock is out back. He apparently knows I’m an Omega.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” He goes to go past you and upstairs when you catch his wrist with your right hand.

“No! Please make him go away. I don’t know how he found out I was an Omega but he did. I don’t want him here Steve.”

“You want him gone?”

“Please Alpha.” You whisper and Steve nods before going to the back of the house.

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[buckleyblueyes]

buddie + “what’s mine is yours. always.”

Thank you so much for this prompt! I hope you enjoy tooth rotting fluff (softness prompts)

Eddie woke to a disappointingly cold and empty bed. He let out a soft grunt and slowly opened his eyes to see that his husband—husband, shit, that was going to take some getting used to—had, in fact, abandoned him.

“Buck?” He called out, squinting in the bright tropical sun that poured in their window. It was their first full day in Hawaii, two days after their wedding. It still felt surreal to Eddie. Not only that they were actually married now, as if that wasn’t amazing enough, but that they were on their honeymoon. Two full weeks of just him and Buck, without interruption. It almost felt too good to be true, like it was all a dream that could be interrupted at any moment by the sound of the station bell.

Maybe it was because he and Shannon had never gotten a honeymoon--she was already pregnant at the time, and money was tight anyway. They always said they’d take a special trip for their tenth anniversary, but of course, that never happened.

He hadn’t even realized how badly he wanted a honeymoon until Bobby and Athena had surprised them with the trip to Hawaii about a month before the wedding, Bobby assuring them the time off was taken care of, and Athena even offering to let Christopher stay with them for an extended sleepover with Harry. He’d started crying at their dining room table, unable to articulate exactly what it meant to him.

Eddie was pulled from his thoughts when Buck stepped out from the en suite bathroom, inspecting a bottle of complimentary coconut scented body lotion. “Yes, dear?”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” He grumbled, and then, taking a longer look at Buck, he added, “Why are you dressed?” It was the first day of their honeymoon, he’d be damned if they left the bed. The beach would still be there tomorrow.

Buck chuckled, blue eyes shining. “Did you want me to talk to room service naked?”

Eddie furrowed his brow. “You ordered room service already? How long have you been up?”

Buck shrugged. “About an hour?”

“And you didn’t wake me?” Eddie’s frown deepened.

“Not for lack of trying,” Buck smirked, stepping toward the edge of the bed. “Someone must’ve really worn you out last night.”

Eddie huffed. “Oh, don’t look so smug. I think it had more to do with the five hour flight.”

“I’m just saying, that was only the first night, old man.” Buck flashed that insufferable look that always made Eddie want to kiss the grin right off his face.

“Shut up,” he groused instead.

“Make me.”

So Eddie did. He curled his fingers around the waistband of Buck’s sweats, and pulled him down onto the bed and into a searing kiss. Buck’s hands found their way onto Eddie’s bare chest, pushing him back down into the mattress. There was a time, early on in their relationship, when Eddie may have been more reluctant to give up control, but he’d long since let go of that desire, realizing at some point that he didn’t need to be in control with Buck; he was safe with Buck. It was a vulnerability he’d never found with anyone else. He let himself be pliable under his husband’s gentle touch. He settled into the soft nest of pillows, relishing in the firm weight of Buck on top of him and wrapping his arms around him.

Of course, the moment was broken by a knock on the door. “Room service!”

Eddie groaned when Buck pulled away from him. “Do we have to eat?”

Buck rolled his eyes, pushing off the bed. “I’m not letting you starve to death on our honeymoon.”

Eddie sighed. “Fine.” He lifted himself up on his elbows to watch Buck walk toward the door, shamelessly raking his eyes over Buck’s backside, hugged perfectly by his soft grey sweatpants. Eventually he pulled his gaze away from Buck’s ass to Buck’s upper back and shoulders, muscle bulging in his old, slightly too tight LAFD t-shirt. Eddie’s breath caught in his throat when he read the name on the back of Buck’s shirt.

Buck came back from the door with a cart laden with French toast, bacon, sausage, eggs, orange juice, and coffee. Eddie’s stomach growled against his will as he sat the rest of the way up.

Buck snorted. “Told you,” he said, sitting back down on the bed and pushing a coffee mug into Eddie’s hands.

“Whatever,” Eddie mumbled into his coffee. His eyes didn’t leave Buck’s shirt.

“What?”

Eddie shrugged. “You’re wearing my shirt.”

“Yeah?” Buck raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding. “Is that a problem?”

“Nope,” he said, keeping his voice light and casual. “What’s mine is yours, always.”

Buck flushed. “Then why are you staring at me?”

“I like my last name on you, Mr. Buckley-Diaz.”

“Oh.” Buck grinned. “Well, I like my last name on you, Mr. Buckley-Diaz.”

And Eddie just had to kiss him for that. He kept it quick, barely more than a peck on the lips, knowing if they let it go any further the eggs would coagulate and the French toast would go soggy. He reluctantly pulled away, pressing a sloppy kiss to Buck’s cheek on his way. “I love you so much.”

“Y’know, before the wedding none of our friends believed me when I told them how sappy you are.”

Eddie rolled his eyes fondly. “Hopefully writing our own vows showed them how wrong they were.”

“Hm,” Buck nodded. “Hopefully.” He turned to the breakfast cart and picked up the plate of French toast. “The French toast and sausage is for me, and the bacon and eggs are for you,” he said.

Eddie pouted.

“What?” Buck asked, through a mouthful of French toast.

“Are you not gonna say you love me, too?” Eddie whined, fully aware of how petulant he sounded, and not caring one bit. This was their honeymoon, damn it. The whole damn point was to be lovey-dovey idiots.

“Man,” Buck shook his head, grinning. “You marry a guy and all of a sudden he gets needy.”

“Excuse me for wanting to hear my husband tell me he loves me on our honeymoon.” Eddie crossed his arms.

That was all it took for Buck to break, grin softening into a warm smile. “I do love you so much.”

Eddie mirrored Buck’s smile. “I know.”

“Good.” Buck shoved the plate of eggs and bacon into Eddie’s lap. “Now eat your breakfast.”

[yoonzeeno]

hyena ━━ yjh. (i)

❀ summary: you knew there was something off with him, and you knew you shouldn't trust him, but even though there was something off about him, you couldn't help but get more curious as time passes by. ❀ pairing: jeonghan x fem reader ❀ word count: 14.3k ❀ genre(s): mostly angst with touches of fluff here and there ❀ warning(s): curse words, violence, mentions of sex (no smut)

━━ a/n: so after a month of pondering, i finally decided to separate this into two parts ― bcs it's so long it's probably gonna reach more than 30k words. also, part of the reason that this got delayed a month was writers block and (mostly) haikyuu. i am very sorry. truly sorry. anyways, i hope you enjoy the story! part two will (hopefully) be done by the next month!

inspired by hyena by my first story.

you’ve gone through almost 90% of your wardrobe. the charity ball is tomorrow, yet you still have nothing to wear.

your best friends, seokmin and seungkwan, came to your house in order to help you with your outfit, but it’s been two and a half hours and the three you have nothing. they were on your bed - seokmin leaning on a pillow, whilst seungkwan was on his stomach, peering closely at the dresses you were choosing.

“what do you think of this one?” you turned around, a strapless black dress on your hand as you eyed your friends’ reactions. this was the last of all the dresses that you have, and you pray that at least one of them is going to say it’s okay. seokmin’s eyes widened and actually looked like he was appreciating the dress, but seungkwan squinted his eyes and shook his head.

you groaned as you put your dress back in your wardrobe. almost twenty dresses yet you couldn’t find the right one for the next charity ball your company was hosting.

“look, y/n,” seungkwan spoke up, “it’s a charity ball. if you’re going to wear the same dress like every other girl, you’re not going to stand out!”

“i don’t even want to stand out, seungkwan,” you said, raising your hands up in defeat. “there’s no one in particular that i want to impress, so why would i want stand out?”

“well,” said seokmin, as-a-matter-of-factly, “you sure? because lee junghyun definitely has the hots for you.” you glared at him.

“anyone can see that,” seungkwan rolled his eyes. “he’s not even trying to hide it. and if anything, he’s the one who has to impress y/n.”

“well,” you said, dropping down on your bed, squeezing in between the two of them. “i don’t even know why i’m invited to this charity ball. it’s not like i’m the owner of the company or anything.” seungkwan scoffed at your words.

“are you serious? it’s obviously not because you’re mr. lee’s favorite employee or because lee junghyun has a crush on you.” you slapped seungkwan’s arm, causing him to hiss in pain, rubbing the spot you slapped to ease the pain.

“or maybe, it’s because everyone in her company is literally invited to the charity ball, and there’s no way she won’t be invited to it,” said seokmin, rolling to his side before getting off the bed, “you’re already invited, and that’s that. you can’t back out from it, bub.” he was now standing on the floor, rubbing the wrinkles off of his shirt. “if you’ve got nothing else on your wardrobe, why don’t we go shopping then? and then we can have dinner outside too.”

“that sounds like a good idea,” you said, pushing yourself up before facing seungkwan. “what are you going to do? are you going to stay here and sulk all day?” seungkwan glared at you before rolling out of your bed, landing on his feet on the ground with a thump.

“of course i’m coming with you. seokmin hyung’s not going to be able to pick a good dress for you.”

“hey!” seokmin cried, but the two of you only laughed at him before heading out of the room.

in the next two hours, the three of you have been going in and out of shops, but nothing was good enough for the three of you. either they were too plain or too scandalous. you were getting sick of looking at the colors, the designs, the special details that the staff had shown you but you cared nothing for it ー mostly because you're honestly sick of looking at dresses right now.

“why don’t we split up from here?” suggested seungkwan. “if any of us finds something good enough, we should take a picture and send it to our group chat.”

that seemed like the least time consuming idea, so both you and seokmin decided to follow seungkwan’s plan.

seungkwan and seokmin went to the other side of the street, so you were left alone, almost losing all hope for a good dress. even if you couldn’t find a dress, it’s fine, you thought. you won’t lose anything from not going tomorrow either, right?

as soon as you thought about that, something caught your eye. you turned towards the left side, and that’s when you stumbled upon the most perfect dress on the display. you gasped.

it was a navy colored sheath dress with an off shoulder neckline, the sleeves stopping right around the wrist of the mannequin. there were hints of gold glitter all over it, and it didn’t seem too simple nor too extravagant, nor did it look too plain or too scandalous. you felt like it fit you just right.

“you should try it.” you jumped in surprise as an unknown voice spoke from behind you. you turned around to see who spoke to you, and there, stood a man who you’ve never seen. his blonde hair reached the back of his nape, curling slightly at the end, and he was wearing a black tux over his beige colored turtleneck. he was grinning at you - it seemed innocent, but you know way better than that. something about this guy seemed off.

you raised an eyebrow at him. “who are you?”

he offered a hand to shake, but you only eyed him suspiciously. seeing as you had no intention to shake his hand, he only shrugged and held his hand down. “yoon jeonghan, at your service. it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“i can’t say the same to you, though.” he let out a laugh.

“feisty.” you scrunched your nose at his comment. “but, in all honesty, you should try that dress.”

you felt your own willpower wavering. you didn’t want to follow this suspicious man’s words, but on the other hand, you might not stumble upon a better dress than this. you were in the middle of contemplating before you felt a tug on your hand.

“hey!” you cried as you found yourself being softly dragged into the store by the stranger (whose name is apparently jeonghan).

“princess, i’m a frequent around here, and i can tell you with confidence that that dress will be sold out in the next fifteen minutes if you don’t go and try it on now.” he said, his tone didn’t sound as playful as he did a few minutes ago.

as strange as it was, you found yourself oddly agreeing with him, a stranger you've met less than ten minutes ago. as much as you didn’t want to listen to him, you have been looking for a dress for almost five hours now. you saw the perfect dress, and you didn’t want to let go of the chance.

you saw him grinning in victory when you sighed in defeat as the staff approached the two of you. before you could open your mouth, he had beaten you to it.

“she wants to try the dress on display.” he said, with an air of elegance to him. you looked at him in surprise. sure he looked classy, but you didn't think he could sound… high-class? you couldn't quite pinpoint the correct word for it. you didn't know what to expect from him, yet he sounded like he was more than what you expected. you squinted your eyes, not sure what to make of your observations, but you were almost sure of one thing.

you were 60% sure he sounded rather fake.

jeonghan stood there, waiting for you to change into the dress.

as you entered the changing room, jeonghan let out a deep sigh. this is just another job of his, he thought to himself.

you sure didn't seem like the other girls he's met around here. most of them would have giggled at his face, bat their eyelashes at him, buy him stuff he wanted, and, by the end of the day, he would be in their beds, letting them feel pleasure before leaving them without a word. thats how he would know they were just spoiled rich brats, not really giving a fuck about money in any way.

sure, he's also met with some people who were like you at first, suspicious and unconvinced. but it usually took him around ten minutes for them to fall for his charms. so he was genuinely surprised when you haven't let your guard down even in the first ten minutes, let alone batting your eyelashes at him. he inwardly chuckled. he liked challenges, and you were giving him one.

he was in the middle of planning how to get you for the night when you came out of the dressing room, and he almost choked on his own spit at how you looked.

the navy dress hugged your figure perfectly, as if it was made for you. the off shoulder neckline perfectly showcasing your milky shoulder, and the way your hair fell made you look… he couldn't find the right words to describe how you look, and how he felt. it was at this moment that he realized you were going to be a tough journey.

the staff was quick to praise you in the dress, and you smiled politely at the staff, before turning to face him. you shuffled in uncertainty, and jeonghan realized he must've been staring at you. he cleared his throat before smiling his money-making smile.

“that dress suits you perfectly.” you bit your lip, and jeonghan found that he liked the sight. most girls who tried to seduce him would bite their lip, and rather than finding them sexy, jeonghan only found them funny. he had never said that to their faces though.

“can you,” you mumbled, “take a picture of me?” jeonghan let out a small laugh as you frowned back at him. god, he's never found any of the girls he picked up around here cute, but you were cute in all your sassiness.

“sure, princess.” your frown deepened as you handed jeonghan your phone. he took a snap of you, checking the pictures before returning your phone to you.

jeonghan stared at you fumbling with your phone - looks like you were sending the picture to someone. jeonghan hoped it wasnt to a boyfriend. he wondered why though. the girls he had seduced usually didn’t care if they had a boyfriend or not - they’d willingly give themselves to him.

maybe it’s because of you reluctance to talk to him? he didn’t know.

jeonghan saw you return to the dressing room to, what jeonghan assumed, change back to your regular clothes. as soon as you were out of his sight, jeonghan started planning.

you were buying a dress, so there’s definitely something important going on. a friend’s wedding? a charity event? a company gala? he was going to have to ask you later - and definitely ask to be your plus one.

jeonghan didn’t know how long he was zoning out for, but he snapped back to reality as he saw you came out from the changing room from the corner of his eye. he took out his phone in a rush, scrolling through his messages and social media, but his mind was preoccupied somewhere else. jeonghan saw from the corner of his eye as the staff approached you and you nodded, smiling as you said to them that you'll take the dress. he pocketed his phone before approaching you, flashing his flirty smile.

“you looked gorgeous in that dress.” the smile that you showed to the staff earlier disappeared, being replaced with a frown instead.

“why are you still here again?” you raised an eyebrow at him. jeonghan stared down at you. okay. he knew you weren’t an easy target, but he didn’t know you would be this hard to get.

“calm down, princess.” he chuckled, trying to keep his cool. “it wouldn’t be polite to leave a girl alone, you know.”

“i’m perfectly fine being alone,” you said, clucking your tongue. “besides, i came here with my friends. they’ll be here soon.”

jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “and where exactly are they now?” you bit your lower lip. jeonghan smirked to himself. you must be bluffing.

“whatever,” you said, turning your back to him as you strutted off to the cashier to pay. jeonghan hummed in satisfaction, and went back to scrolling through his phone in peace. but his peaceful moment was interrupted when two guys frantically rushed into the shop, looking awry and disheveled, besides for the fact that they were looking quite handsome. jeonghan made eye contact with one of them, but they ignored him and quickly ran for you.

“girl1, tell me you bought it! tell me you bought it!” the shorter one of them held your shoulders and shook you. jeonghan stepped forward, ready to stop them, but you just nodded at them, grinning widely as you showed them the shopping bag the staff had handed you a few seconds earlier..

jeonghan stopped in his tracks. now, you do seem different when you smile. it made him want you for the night even more.

“yes, boo, i bought it. now will you stop shaking my shoulders?” the guy squealed. the other guy (looks like a horse, jeonghan thought) grinned at her with a thumb up.

“we couldn’t find anything but then you sent us the text and we were like,” the horse guy stopped mid sentence to jump up and down, apparently unable to describe his feelings with words. jeonghan stared at them. he didn’t think you would be friends with these two noisy guys, but yet you were.

jeonghan cleared his throat, causing the three of you to stop your festivities and look at him. you rolled your eyes at him the short guy eyed him up and down, whilst horse guy just looked at him with confused eyes.

“i forgot you’re still here.” you said at him. jeonghan placed his palm on his chest, faking a heartache.

“well, you didn’t need to say that out loud, princess.”

“who’s this?” short guy asked, eyes squinting at him. you waved your hand at seungkwan. “no one important. don’t mind him.”

“well,” jeonghan spoke up, “if it weren’t for me, you probably wouldn’t have bought that dress, would you?” jeonghan saw you squeeze your eyes shut, as if wanting him to just shut up already. but he knew he was right. and he also knew you knew he was right.

“kwan, seokmin, this is jeonghan. i don’t know his last name and probably won’t ever know it.” jeonghan smiled his perfect smile, bowing down to greet the two. horse guy, aka seokmin, smiled back at him, but shorter guy was like you - he looked at jeonghan with cautiousness.

“as a matter of fact, princess,” jeonghan said, “i did state my last name earlier. yoon jeonghan, at your service.” short guy tried to keep his straight face, but the way his lips were facing upwards and how his eyebrows were raised looked like he was super amused. horse guy, however, wasn't even bothering to hide it. his jaw dropped, and he looked at you with large eyes. you groaned at their reactions and slapped their backs, to which jeonghan smirked in response.

“if you can introduce yourself, why do you need me to do it for you?” you rolled your eyes at him. jeonghan felt himself getting impatient - god, he just wanted to sleep with you, but why were you making it hard for him? and with your two friends there, jeonghan knew his chances today were blown away.

“well,” short guy (seungkwan, was it?) spoke up, moving towards the door. “it’s late now, and princess here needs to get her beauty sleep for tomorrow. so we’ll be going now.”

jeonghan raised an eyebrow. so there was something important happening tomorrow. but before he could open his mouth to ask, the three of you had headed out whilst bickering with each other. jeonghan smiled to himself before heading out of the shop himself.

it was when he met moonsik later that evening that he realized he never found out what your name was.

“girl, you look fucking stunning,” seungkwan had said when he and seokmin appeared at your house to help you prepare for the gala the next day.

you did feel great about yourself. you had tied your hair into a bun and worn a necklace with a moon pendant. you took out your crystal earrings - they weren’t swarovski, but to you they were more than enough. inside the dress, you also put on your five inch stilettos, giving you a height boost. you had your beloved gold purse, some cash money, a credit card, and your phone inside the purse.

“if you weren’t my best friend i will probably ask for your number,” seokmin said, and you playfully slapped him on the arm. he yelped, before shaking his head, mumbling, “never mind.”

“are none of you willing to be my plus one?” you faked a pout, but seungkwan only shuddered, while seokmin shook his head violently.

“junghyun will kill us if he sees one of us with you.” seungkwan stated.

“oh come on! he wouldn't dare to!” but the two of them were insistent on not going, and you gave up on bringing a plus one.

“so, how are you going to the ball?” seungkwan asked.

“by car? duh?” you said, and seungkwan groaned in frustration.

“in that dress? no chance,” seungkwan grabbed your car keys. “seokmin and i are gonna drive you there, but find your own ride home.” before you could protest, the two of them had already dragged you towards your car., with seokmin taking the driver’s seat.

when you arrived, as soon as you got off the car, without saying anything to you, the two of them sped off somewhere with your car. you grit your teeth, swearing to curse them later. you walked towards the entrance, showing your invitation to the usher before going inside the ballroom, bracing yourself for whatever was going to happen later. not long after, a familiar voice spoke up - a voice you very much wanted to avoid.

“wow, y/n,” you turned your head towards the speaker, who turned out to be none other than lee junghyun. “you look stunning tonight.” and he looked so damn whipped, you actually felt sorry for him. sorry because no matter how much you want to deny the rumor that’s been going around, you also knew that his feelings for you was very obvious. but no matter how hard you try, you couldn’t return the same feelings back.

you faked a smile at him, and he seemed to fall for it. he offered an arm to you, and, having no other choice, you took it. the other people around you were staring at you - you tried to ignore it, but you knew what they were whispering about you. that the two of you were sleeping together, that you were sucking him up so you can get a higher position, yada yada yada. you took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying not to think about it too much. at least there’s someone you can talk to here, even if you didn’t desire his company as much.

“you don’t look so bad yourself,” you said (out of formalities), walking alongside junghyun, greeting some of the most important people as you walked, for junghyun was the son of the ceo, after all. when it was just the two of you, he kept talking about work and about the gossip around work, and if it wasn’t any of those, he would talk about his own life (which you honestly have no interest in). you realized right there and then that you just couldn’t be with the guy, couldn’t bear to listen to him bragging about his achievements and not even trying to get to know the slightest bit about you.

then again, every time junghyun offered to talk to you or anything, you pretended you were busy, or had other plans, so you never really knew what kind of person he was. until today, of course.

he was excitedly talking to you about his golf clubs and how he personally went to the states to buy a high quality one when your eyes caught the sight of a familiar blonde hair. you whipped your head towards the direction of the hair, but it was gone as fast as you saw it. you shook your head - now you must be imagining things. there was no way he could enter the gala - he had to have an invitation.

“y/n, are you okay?” you turned to see junghyun looking at you in concern. you smiled and slightly shook your head at him.

“don’t worry, it was nothing. now, where were we?” you smiled - part of you knew that smile was fake, but you’ve got to admit you’re only walking with him because he’s the son of your boss, and you didn’t want to let your boss down, especially since he’s helped you so much.

“you haven’t sat down ever since you arrived, haven’t you?” junghyun said, and you were honestly surprised he noticed. then again, as soon as you arrived here, he had dragged you around. this time though, he dragged you to the nearest table for two. you sat down one one side as he excused himself to go grab drinks for the two of you.

you were just gazing at the people around aimlessly when a very familiar voice spoke up next to you.

“i was right, wasn’t it? you look stunning in that dress, princess.”

your eyes widened. so your eyes haven't been playing tricks at you.

“yoon jeonghan?” said man grinned his pearly white teeth at you, while you were sure you were just staring at him, dumbfounded. he was wearing a beige colored suit, matching with his beige pants. his blonde hair was slicked back, and inside his suit he was wearing a black buttoned shirt inside, the top button undone.

“how are you here? this is a private gala!” you hissed as he took the seat in front of you, nonchalantly.

“ah, but princess,” jeonghan said, “i’m no stranger.” you wanted to retort, but technically, he was right. he was no stranger - you had called him by his name.

“you still haven’t answered my question,” you pointed out.

“which one?” you wanted to slap jeonghan’s grin off of his face, but you found that you were enjoying his annoying presence more than walking around hearing junghyun talk about his golf clubs.

“how did you get in here?” you asked him, eyes staring right into him. you couldn’t help but admit that he looked gorgeous for a man. one of the hundred reasons you find something wrong about this man, but you still couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason.

“you never asked that question, princess,” jeonghan said, popping a cherry into his mouth. you didn’t know when or how he got that cherry. “you did ask how i was here though.” he winked at you, and you instinctively gagged in disgust, realizing belatedly how that was inappropriate.

“just, please answer my question.” jeonghan opened his mouth to answer but his eye caught something behind your shoulder. you turned your head towards his gaze. junghyun was walking towards you, and he didn’t look delighted one bit.

“i’d love to answer, but your boyfriend there looks like he might kill me,” jeonghan said, palms pressing on the table to lift himself up off.

“he’s not my boyfriend,” you mumbled, and jeonghan opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped himself when he saw junghyun getting nearer.

“see you around, princess,” he said with a wink before walking off. deep down, you wanted to join him, but you had to keep junghyun company.

“who was that?” junghyun had asked when he arrived, handing you your glass of champagne before sitting down on the seat jeonghan had occupied earlier. you bit your lower lip before shaking it, deciding it wasn’t worth telling junghyun.

“no one important,” you said before taking a sip of your champagne, the bubbles feeling like crystalline pearls on the palate, exploding with acidulous flavours that stood out against a rich, smooth background of ripe fruit. junghyun only looked at you, as if wanting to pester you with more questions, but decided against it. if he really wanted to pursue you, you thought, then that would be the best choice.

part two: unanswered prayers.

“so how was junghyun?” soonyoung, aka your analyst, asked you as he handed you your morning coffee for the day. eyes not leaving your computer screen, you took the glass, sipping on the bitter liquid, savoring the sour aftertaste before thanking soonyoung.

you were lucky enough to have your own office - it wasn’t big, but it was cozy for you to spend your nine-to-five five days a week. right in front of the main door, there was a desk, papers neatly stacked in clear holders, a laptop on the center of the desk, and a phone on the right corner of the desk. shelves and cabinets stood on the left side of the office, filled with archives of previous transactions of the company. they were alphabetically sorted - you just couldn’t see anything alphabetically disordered. a medium sized cabinet stood on the right side of your office, right next to the door leading to your team’s office. on the cabinet, there were frames of pictures - of you and your team, you and seungkwan and seokmin, you and your cousin seungcheol, and one with you and your parents - and a small digital clock, displaying 10:42am on the screen. the room was enough for you - one of the senior analysts of the company. soonyoung was one of the people directly under you, and reports directly to you. senior analysts don’t usually have their own offices, but the company was rich and the office was large enough to make more rooms that they gave all senior analysts their own offices, with the catch that they have a connecting door to the analysts’ office room, where three people shared an office.

“what do you mean how was he?” you said, eyes still not leaving your monitor. your cursor hovered over the numbers - trying to figure out how to get it to balance.

“well, you did leave together after the party right?” soonyoung said, pressing his palms on the table to support himself. “they said you guys slept together.” you thanked the heavens you weren’t drinking your coffee then because you choked on your spit. even though you knew the rumors were there, hearing them still surprise you.

“me? and junghyun?” you scoffed. “no way.” soonyoung raised an eyebrow at you, but you ignored him, moving your eyes back to the screen in front of you. “as if i’d love to hear him talk about his achievements and all. gosh, i’d rather die.” you knew it wasn’t good to talk about your boss in a bad way - especially since junghyun was the cfo, and you were technically under him - but one drunken slip up happened and now you and your team were open about each other’s office lives. you tried to be professional in every way possible, but it was impossible when junghyun wasn’t being professional about it. he was being very obvious about his feelings for you - even during work, and that made you very, very uncomfortable.

“and for once i thought you finally gave in to him,” soonyoung shook his head. “as expected of my y/n.” you stripped your gaze from the monitor to glare at soonyoung, who was snickering quietly, his eyes disappearing into lines.

“i’m not your y/n,” you said, your boss mode turned on. “besides, don’t you have some reporting to do? it’s 10.45am and report’s due at 11.” you turned to soonyoung with an eyebrow raised and a smirk plastered on your face.

soonyoung’s eyes widened comically. “oh shit.” he scrambled towards the door on the right side. you laughed inwardly, grabbing your phone and dialed the shortcut to the next door office.

“hello?” a low. husky voice answered.

“tell soonyoung that if he’s even one minute late, he’s going to treat us all to dinner.” the voice laughed and you could hear him repeat exactly what you had said. soonyoung had screamed - he was known to be quite noisy, after all - and you could hear frantic loud keyboard smashing sounds from your office. it wasn't a secret that, apparently, soonyoung was also known to be a tech newbie.

“thanks, wonwoo.”

“anytime,” wonwoo said, and you hung up the call, turning to focus back on the numbers in front of your screen.

at 11 am sharp, you opened to check your email - there were two new emails. you grinned, opening to see that only wonwoo's and junhui's reports were in your inbox. soonyoung really hadn’t handed his report. you reached for the phone again, dialing the familiar number.

“i’ll have bbq grill for tonight,” you said as soon as you hear the line connected. you could hear wonwoo laughing, repeating your words to soonyoung.

“i was just one minute late, y/n!” you could hear soonyoung’s desperate cry, but you only hung up. you grinned - that means today’s dinner was free.

you spent an hour checking the reports before making your own report to send to your manager - a guy who goes by the name of jihoon. he was an introvert, not really talking to anyone else besides meetings, so you didn’t know much about him.

as soon as it hit 12 o’clock, you clicked send. after making sure the email was properly sent, you closed your laptop and grabbed your purse and phone. it was lunch break, and you placed your wallet inside your purse, getting ready to head out for lunch, when soonyoung texted you.

[ soonyoung | 12:05 pm ] junghyun's heading for your office

you groaned to yourself internally. you really didn't want your lunch break to be disturbed by him again, so instead of going out of your office's door, you decided to go out through the other main door - the next room’s, to be exact. you went through the connecting door, greeting wonwoo and junhui, the other guy who’s in your team, and winked at soonyoung. soonyoung stared at you in exasperation.

when you were about to step out of the door, however, wonwoo stopped you.

“wait, junghyun’s walking towards here. you go once he enters your office.” you peeked outside, and you see junghyun walking towards your office, entering the room without a knock. as soon as you saw him step foot inside the room, you slipped outside soundlessly, rushing towards the elevator. you thanked wonwoo in your head, promising to yourself to treat him to coffee sometime soon.

your team was probably covering you - out of all the employees in the company, they know best how bothered you were by junghyun's gestures. luckily, the elevator was open, a few people inside it. you gestured for them to wait as you run towards the elevator. when you finally got on the elevator, you pressed close several times in a hurry before junghyun came to view. thankfully, the elevator doors were already closing, so he couldn’t get in. you gave him an “i’m sorry” smile, but deep down, you were thinking about how to run away from him. you realized you didn’t bring your car keys - why, oh why, did you forgot them?

as soon as you reached the lobby, you sprinted towards the main entrance when you, again, heard a very familiar voice.

“what’s the rush, princess?” you turned towards the voice and saw a very familiar tuft of blonde hair. you didn’t know how he knew you were there or why he was there, but without much thought, you grabbed his wrist and dragged him outside of the building, not looking back to see if junghyun was out of the elevator already or not. he didn’t resist - so you just dragged him outside, to the side of the building.

“jeonghan, do you have a car?” you asked. you didn’t want to beg, but for fuck’s sake you would rather beg on your knees rather than having to spend lunch with junghyun too.

“i do, actually,” said jeonghan, grinning. “you need a ride?”

“please, get me somewhere far from here until lunch break’s over,” you begged. this time, jeonghan was the one who grabbed your wrist, tugging you towards the parking lot.

as soon as jeonghan unlocked his car, you entered the passenger’s side in a hurry - in case junghyun could still see you. jeonghan settled down on the driver’s seat, humming before pressing the start button. the engine let out a growl, the car vibrating as the screen and the lights turned on. jeonghan changed the gear to d, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car started moving forward. you let out a sigh of relief as the car left the parking lot and onto the main road, crowded because it was lunch break.

“so, what do you want to have for lunch, princess?” jeonghan asked. you bit your lower lip, before turning your head towards him.

“do you like jjamppong?”

“we’ll have two please.” jeonghan’s gaze turned towards you and the waiter - it seemed like you were a regular here.

the jjamppong place was only a ten minute ride by car, and jeonghan didn’t expect you’d like jjamppong. he liked jjamppong, but he didn’t think you’d eat here. you seemed like someone who would eat pasta for lunch and steak for dinner to him.

he also didn’t think the first time he went out to eat with you will be at a jjamppong place.

“so,” jeonghan spoke up, “will you ever tell me why you were running through the lobby for your life?” the waiter came again to bring the side dishes to your table, and you picked up two wooden chopsticks, handing one to jeonghan before breaking yours into two (almost evenly). you picked up the kimchi and ate it in your mouth, closing your eyes as if you were savoring the taste and ignoring him in purpose. jeonghan raised an eyebrow. he had to admit - you were smart, unlike all the other girls he’s been with before.

“princess,” jeonghan hummed, breaking his own chopsticks into half before picking up a pickled radish with his chopsticks. “i asked you a question.” you shook your head.

“nuh uh,” you said, taking another piece of kimchi, placing it in your mouth. “my name is not princess.” jeonghan chuckled. he knew that you were just changing the subject so you didn’t have to answer his question, and he let you be, because he was 99% sure of the reason you were running through the lobby for your life.

“then what is it?” jeonghan leaned closer, placing his elbows on the table. you eyed him, but he only nonchalantly shrugged. “you never did tell me your name, so i thought princess was it.” you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but jeonghan only stared at you. a second later, you seemed to come into the realization that you never did tell him your name.

“well,” jeonghan said, chewing a bite of his kimchi. “will you tell me?” you tapped your chopsticks to your chin as if you needed to think, before telling him your name. he hummed.

“y/n,” he said, your name feeling weird on his lips. it was only your third meeting, but jeonghan was already used to calling you princess. but then again, he half-assumed it was actually your name.

“meh. i still prefer princess.” you only gaped at him as he shrugged his shoulders. you were about to protest, but the waiter already came with your food, so you didn’t say anything. jeonghan only chuckled.

it was the first time that he’s been after a girl for three days and still hadn’t gotten into her pants. and it was not just any girl - it had to be the girl that worked at the company they were working at, and also the girl he was after. although, funny enough, you didn’t need to tell jeonghan the reason why you were running through the lobby for him to guess it.

life really does love to play tricks on people, don’t they?

jeonghan dropped you off at the office around one hour later. after three days, he had finally gotten your number, and he didn’t know why he felt so ecstatic. probably because his plan is finally ongoing.

after driving out of your office complex, jeonghan made a u-turn in the opposite direction of his office. he drove towards an expensive looking apartment complex - four tall towers surrounding the center garden, which had a big fountain in the middle of it. he stopped in front of the lobby, dropping his keys to the valet before walking into the lobby.

the lobby wasn’t big, but it looked very luxurious. on the right side was a receptionist table. the receptionist only smiled and nodded at jeonghan in recognition. it’s not the first time jeonghan’s been here, and not the last time he will either.

there were two elevators standing side-by-side on the right side of the apartment - jeonghan walked towards them and pressed the up button. he tapped his feet on the floor as he waited for the elevator. the one on the right dinged, signalling that it has arrived. jeonghan stepped into the elevator, pressing the number 11 before leaning back towards the wall, sighing.

he didn’t like going here, nor does he actually like the person he’s going to meet. but moonsik had basically saved his life and helped him, so he felt like he was bound to moonsik for life. he fidgeted with his phone - anxious to send a message to you, when the elevator dinged. he sighed and slipped his phone back to his pocket.

it’s been a week since he last slept with any women - a record, for sleeping with them and getting stuff bought for. he hadn’t received extra cash for a week now. he has his own job, of course, but it didn’t pay much. jeonghan knew the reason why, but he didn’t want to admit it, for admitting it means that it’s true.

he didn’t realize he walked past his intended destination. he retracted a few steps back, checking the number on it to make sure that it was correct. he knocked on the door before entering, needing no reply to go in.

a black haired man was sitting on the couch, leaning on it. between his fingers was a lit cigarette - the room reeked of cigarette, as a matter of fact - and he was closing his eyes, as if he knew it was jeonghan who came. his front hair was sprawled all around his eyes, giving him a messy look.

“so, how’d it go?” he asked, without opening his eyes. jeonghan scrunched his nose - he hated the smell of cigarettes. it reminded him of his childhood - of someone he never wanted to be reminded of.

“it went smoothly.” answered jeonghan, curtly.

he hadn’t always acted like that with moonsik - back when jeonghan was still fifteen, moonsik was literally his role model. he enjoyed fooling with those women, and jeonghan knew it was all thanks to moonsik. but as jeonghan grew older, he got more involved with moonsik’s business, and jeonghan decided that even though he liked fooling around, he didn’t like the businesses moonsik was associated with. he started distancing himself slowly, and moonsik had always regarded it as the boy finally hitting puberty, never really caring about it anyway.

no matter how hard he tried to distance himself though, jeonghan still couldn’t remove moonsik out of his life completely.

“hm,” moonsik hummed, his voice gruff because of the cigarette. “you seem weird.” jeonghan’s heartstrings tugged. has he caught on…?

“what do you mean?” jeonghan tried to ask, but moonsik only shrugged.

“nothing much,” said moonsik, before pressing his cigarette to the ashtray, extinguishing the fire. he stood up and headed for the refrigerator. “there’s a wedding at gangnam this saturday evening.” he didn’t ask if jeonghan wanted to come or not, for jeonghan never actually said no to his invitations. as a matter of fact, jeonghan also knew that moonsik had no relation to the bride or groom at all - he knew he had overheard it somewhere.

this time, though, jeonghan didn’t feel like going there, and he has to think of a way out of it, quickly.

part three: love at arm’s length.

you just came out of the shower when a notification appeared on the screen of your phone. the promised barbecue party was postponed to the next day, for soonyoung had other plans today, but promised to treat you all tomorrow, so you all decided on tomorrow.

you used one hand to dry your hair, whilst the other reached out to take your phone. you sat on the edge of your bed as you skimmed through your notifications.

[ unknown number | 20:17 ] hello, princess

[ unknown number | 20:17 ] i take it you’re already home

[ unknown number | 20:18 ] so what’s tomorrow’s plans?

you scoffed at the messages, ignoring the tickling sensation at the bottom of your gut. you decided to reply later, heading towards the kitchen to make yourself dinner.

you were in the midst of taking your kimchi out when your phone rang, notifying you of an incoming call. you sighed, thinking of ways to berate seungkwan who always called you at this time of the day, when you saw that it was an unknown number - not just any unknown number, but the one that’s been sending you messages. you bit your lower lip, head shifting into gear, trying to compare which is better, to answer or not to answer. at the fifth ring, you lifted your phone up in your hand and slid the call button.

“hello?” you said, sounding unsure.

“oh, you’re alive,” the voice from the other side of the call answered. you scrunch your nose.

“what do you mean by that?” you rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see it. he only chuckled.

“you didn’t reply to my messages, princess,” said jeonghan. “i was worried.” you half-laughed half-scoffed.

“i didn’t realize we were meeting again tomorrow.” you half regretted giving your number to him.

“well, it doesn’t have to be tomorrow,” said jeonghan. “you ate dinner already?” you bit your lower lip again, wondering if you should lie or not.

“don’t try to lie,” said jeonghan. “where’s your house? i’ll pick you up and then we can go and eat dinner.”

“you know, just because i gave you my number doesn’t mean you’re already my friend, yoon jeonghan.” jeonghan only laughed at her words.

“so, you’re saying you’d rather spend your night dirtying your kitchen utensils rather than go out and eat for free?” you perked your eyebrows.

“you never said it was for free.”

“i invited, so of course i should pay for your meal.” you bit your lower lip, mulling over the offer. it did sound tempting. but then again, free meals are always tempting.

after a few seconds of silence, jeonghan spoke up again. “so, what do you say?” you finally gave in and told him your address. you could basically hear him grin from the other side of the phone.

“i’ll be there in ten minutes. get ready, princess.”

you should really have more self control, you chided yourself, as a car appeared near your driveway. “so this is where you live,” said jeonghan as you approached the passenger’s side, opened the door and entered the car. you made a face to him.

“i’m only coming because this is free dinner,” you said, settling down on the passenger's seat before buckling your seatbelt. “otherwise, i wouldn’t have agreed on anything.” jeonghan chuckled at your words as he stepped on the gas pedal, the car finally moving. “whatever you say, princess. any song requests?” you let out a thought, before telling him the name of the song you wanted to hear. he fiddled about with the radio, turning on the song that you requested with one hand, the other on the wheel.

“what are we eating?” you asked jeonghan, who was humming to the song and drumming his fingers on the wheel.

“what do you want to eat?” he asked. you made a face at him. “you’re already driving towards somewhere, so why do you have to ask me what do i want to eat?” jeonghan only let out a small chuckle.

“just in case you have something in mind, princess,” said jeonghan, making a turn towards the right. “if you have nothing in particular, do you mind if we go and eat at my favorite café?” you pondered for a while, before shrugging.

“doesn’t really matter, as long as i get my dinner.” you saw jeonghan smirk from the corner of your eyes as he made another turn, this time to the left. not long after, he slowed down next to a small shop - he was right, for it was a café. but to be honest, you’d think he’d bring you to a fancier café. he seemed like the type of guy to do that.

“surprised?” asked jeonghan, as if sensing your thoughts. you turned to look at him, questioning him with your eyes.

“i don’t usually bring people here,” he said as he stepped on the brake, the car slowly coming to a stop. he turned the engine off, before turning towards you, continuing as he unbuckled his seatbelt. “but you didn’t mind eating at the jjamppong place, so i didn’t think you’d mind eating here either.” suddenly, he leaned over closer to you, and you leaned back in instinct. it took you a few seconds to realize he was unbuckling your seatbelt for you whilst smirking at you. you felt your cheeks grew hotter by the second, and instinctively slapped his hand away.

“hey! a thank you would’ve suffice!” but you ignored him as you got off the car, stalking off towards the restaurant.

something about him seemed off, but you can’t help get dragged towards him. you really, really, really need to have more self-control, for heaven’s sake.

it was ten past ten pm when the two of you finally paid the bill and returned to the car, and you were confused. everything about this guy was fishy, but you couldn’t help but have fun when you’re with him, not that you would say it straight to his face. it was the weirdest thing you ever felt, and yet, you would rather be with him than be with junghyun.

“so,” jeonghan started as the two of you settled down on your seats, “do you have to go home now?” you turned your head to look at him, an eyebrow raised in question.

“well,” he continued, “you up for some late night adventures?”

“late night adventures?” you scoffed. “what are you, a high schooler? and where do you want to go, exactly?” jeonghan grinned at your words. “you’ll see.”

instead of turning around towards your home, jeonghan went the opposite way - towards a highway. a highway? you thought. why a highway?

“relax,” said jeonghan. “i’m not gonna kidnap you. i’m gonna bring you home, so don’t worry.”

“and how am i supposed to trust you?” you said. “we’ve known each other for barely a week now.” jeonghan chuckled.

“just trust me, princess. and you’ll see.” you wanted to rebut - for you know every cell in your body cannot trust this man - but you found yourself feeling curious at the final destination. your heart and brain started arguing, but this time, you found yourself listening to your heart more than your brain.

and when you arrived at the destination, you did not regret it one bit.

it was a beach - you didn’t know there was a beach near here, to be very honest. it wasn’t big either, but when you stepped out of the car, you found that the sea breeze calms you down. it was a peaceful feeling - a feeling you haven’t felt in years.

“princess,” called jeonghan. you turned around instinctively, not realizing how you’ve gotten used to the nickname now. you saw that he had laid a blanket on the sand, and gestured for you to sit on it. you obliged, for you didn’t want to get your clothes dirty. jeonghan was already occupying the left side of the blanket, so you sat down on the right side.

as you settled down, it only occurred to you how romantic this must’ve looked to other people, if other people were there. you felt your cheeks reddening. what the hell is this guy planning?

“are you blushing?” you felt jeonghan poking on your cheek. you instinctively slapped his hand away, and he yelped. “ow! no need for violence!”

you were sure your face was red as tomato now, for you were flustered, and you rarely ever get flustered. “what exactly are you planning, yoon jeonghan?” he cocked his head to the side.

“what do you mean?”

“this,” you gestured with your hands, “and you going to my work place, and asking me out for dinner. what are you trying to do?” jeonghan chuckled.

“if it isn’t obvious to you, princess, i am interested in you.” his words made your heart skip a beat, but you tried to control your facial expression. there was no way you’re going to let this guy know what you’re feeling.

“let’s go out.” you choked on your spit, and started coughing uncontrollably. he only patted your back as if your response was normal.

“we’ve barely known each other for a week!” jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. “and?” you couldn’t tell him the reason - you couldn’t tell him that his words felt so off, so you came up with another excuse.

“you have to court me properly, duh!” he smirked at your words, and leaned close - too close to your face for your liking.

“do you want me to court you the way junghyun is courting you?” you shuddered at the mere thought of it - but something flashed in your mind.

“how- how do you- how do you know?” you stammered, pointing a hand at jeonghan. “i never told you about junghyun!” jeonghan chuckled.

“i have my sources, princess. i also know he was the reason you were running through the lobby for your life.” you can feel the alarms ringing on your head. you couldn’t think right now - should you listen to him or not?

“well, do you want me to?” he asked again, and, shaking off your thoughts, you grabbed him by the collar.

“i swear, if you court me like junghyun is doing i will never, ever talk with you again.” jeonghan laughed at your words.

“so, you’re allowing me to court you? you must be interested in me too.” you found the faded blush rushing to your cheeks again. you turned your head towards the other way, avoiding jeonghan’s gaze. damn him, you cursed.

“i swear if you don’t stop that-”

“okay, okay, i’ll stop.” jeonghan laughed. “and i won’t court you the way junghyun is. i’ll do it my way, so don’t worry.”

you squeezed your eyes shut. jeonghan was wrong - for there were so many things you have to worry about.

apparently, jeonghan’s way of courting you was to take you out for your lunch breaks, and take you out for dinner.

you also realized that his way of courting you was to save you from the catastrophe that is lee junghyun, which you found yourself grateful for.

the only days he couldn’t take you out for you lunch breaks, you had dragged your team out for lunch, treating them with your own money. they couldn’t say no to it, for it was free food, after all. and you lowkey enjoyed the frustration junghyun was feeling, although you had to admit it was a bit mean.

however, one friday, jihoon had told you to stay in the office because both junghyun and his father wanted to talk to you for an important matter - but they didn’t have a specified time, so you would have to wait for them in your office all day. you were in a bad mood all morning, and you could feel your team feeling your unhappiness, for they all had been a little bit wary that day.

you sent a text to jeonghan to tell him that you wouldn’t be able to go out for lunch on friday, when jeonghan came up with a different suggestion.

[ jeonghan | 11:21 am ] do you want me to get take out for you?

[ jeonghan | 11:21 am ] we can just eat at your office

you bit your lip. you didn’t want junghyun to know about jeonghan’s existence, merely because you didn’t want junghyun to question you endlessly about him. but then again, you kind of felt like the father-son duo were cornering you on purpose, and you didn’t want to fall victim to that. so you agreed to jeonghan’s suggestion.

as the clock turned twelve pm, your team came inside your office through the connected door. “staying behind?” wonwoo asked. you nodded solemnly, before your office phone rang. you picked it up.

“someone’s here to see you - said he made an appointment with you.” the voice over the phone - nayeon, you recognized.

“just let him in,” you replied as you saw your team eyeing each other.

“who’s coming?” soonyoung asked, and you were about to answer when someone knocked on your door.

“come in!” jeonghan appeared as the door opened, two plastic bags of food on one hand. he scanned the room with a grin on his face.

“damn, i didn’t know there would be much people here,” he said as he walked towards your table. “i only bought food for two, though.” soonyoung, wonwoo and junhui were looking at you dumbfounded. you glared at them, signalling them to get out, but soonyoung had a mischievous look on his face.

“ah, you see,” soonyoung started, “miss y/n here never told us she had company coming over.” jeonghan turned his head to look at you as he placed the bags on your table, smirking. “oh, did she?”

“are you going to introduce us?” junhui asked, his tone innocent, but you know there was much more hidden in that innocent voice of his. you smiled, gritting your teeth behind it. “guys, this is jeonghan. jeonghan, this is soonyoung, wonwoo, and junhui. now,” you turned towards the three of them, “i don’t think you guys would like to work overtime today, would you?” the three of them scrambled towards the door, hurrying outside, snorts and snickers could be heard as they exited the room.

you sighed in exhaustion as jeonghan took a seat across you, laughing at you. he took out the food for you - black bean noodles with tteokbokki - as you went to grab him a glass of water to drink. as the two of you settled down, you began eating on your noodles, making a sound of satisfaction as they entered your mouth.

“whoa, slow down there, princess.” jeonghan chuckled as he took a bite of a tteokbokki. “you’re gonna choke yourself to death.”

“that’s probably better than having to face this day,” you said as you swallowed.

“no,” said jeonghan, shaking his head in disappointment as you grabbed a tteokbokki with your chopsticks, taking a bite of them. “then you’re not going to be able to go on our first date tomorrow.” this time, you really did choke, fumbling for your glass of coffee.

“slow down there, princess.” jeonghan was already next to you, patting your back to relieve you from your pain. as you finally calmed down, you turned your head to glare at him. “what do you mean by date?”

“well,” jeonghan said, “you did say i can court you.” he pointed out.

“that doesn’t answer my question!” jeonghan was about to retort back when you heard someone knocking at your door. before you could say anything, the door was already opened, and at the door frame, stood junghyun and his father aka your boss aka ceo lee.

“y/n!” junghyun called, his face bright before noticing jeonghan standing next to you. his face immediately darkened - you wanted to laugh so bad, but you held yourself back.

your boss, however, had a weird expression on his face - something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. you stood up to greet him, but you found that his attention wasn’t on you, but on jeonghan instead.

“oh,” you said, in initiative, “ceo lee, cfo lee, this is jeonghan. jeonghan, mr lee hyungsik and lee junghyun.” jeonghan had his usual smile on his face as he offered a handshake towards the two of them, but there was something off putting about the smile. it seemed almost… wicked?

“yoon jeonghan,” jeonghan stated as he shook both of their hands. “it’s nice to meet you.” while everyone was smiling, you could sense the thick atmosphere forming. none of their smiles were genuine - they were all fake, and it bothered you, for some unknown reason.

“can’t say the same about you.” you heard junghyun mumbled. you were sure jeonghan heard it too, but even if he did, he showed no signs.

“ah,” ceo lee said, “yoon jeonghan.” as you took another look at your boss’s face, you saw that he was still looking at jeonghan in… awe? fascination? the way he said jeonghan’s name was weird, you thought.

jeonghan, however, made no signs of recognition at all.

“well,” you said, cutting the tense atmosphere in the air, turning to face your guests. “what did you need me for?”

“ah,” your boss spoke up, stammering for some unknown reason. “we- ah, we- well, i forgot what we’re here for.” you saw junghyun turning to face his father in disbelief, but his father did not turn to look at him. “i’ll mail you when i remember what it was about. sorry to interrupt your lunch.” he excused himself and exited your office, junghyun following him in tow - not before glaring at jeonghan, who acted nonchalantly. as soon as they closed the door, you breathed a sigh of relief, closing your eyes.

“wow,” stated jeonghan. “he made it seem as if he's already your boyfriend.” you shuddered at the mere thought of it.

“i know right?” you said, before sitting up and looked at jeonghan. “but the way ceo lee stared at you was weird. did you feel it too?” jeonghan only shrugged.

“i’ve attracted men too, before, y’know?” was the only reply you received, and for some reason, it made you uneasy. not because of the reply - but you felt like there was something way deeper than that.

several weeks passed after the incident, and you and jeonghan have gotten closer. he did take you out on a simple date on the next saturday, and would take you out for lunch or bring it to your office for you. your teammates loved him - sometimes, they would stay behind during lunch and have lunch with him in your office room instead, prompting you to glare at them. it went unnoticed, though.

on the weekends jeonghan didn’t take you out, you went out with your best friends seokmin and seungkwan. you told them about jeonghan, and they were more or less not too surprised about it.

“he called you princess at your first meeting.” seungkwan had simply stated. you scrunched your nose at his words.

“that doesn’t mean anything, though.” seungkwan chortled, and seokmin only looked at you, smiling sheepishly.

“well,” seokmin said, “he did sound like a flirt, to be honest. but then again, if he was only a flirt, he wouldn’t have gone through lengths to get to know you.”

“and more or less, we could see you not having any interest in junghyun,” said seungkwan. “though i don’t know why said guy cannot notice it, even though it’s so obvious.” the three of you had laughed at seungkwan’s words before going into a different conversation.

one particular saturday, your period came earlier than expected, and it was, for lack of better words, hell. you were curled up inside your blanket, writhing in pain, barely able to pick up your phone. so when your doorbell rang, you were filled with rage as you got out of your comfort zone to berate whoever was at the door.

when you saw jeonghan’s face on the doorframe, you scowled, not before letting him in (for in his hands were the familiar take-out bag of your favorite jjamppong and you didn’t want for it to go to waste).

“what are you doing here?” you asked as he headed towards the dining table. he carefully put the take-out jjamppong on the table, before turning to face you, who was already headed into your bedroom again. jeonghan trailed behind you, following you to your bedroom.

“i called your phone a hundred times, but there was no answer, so i came to check up on you.” you rolled your eyes, but he couldn’t see you.

“you sure you weren’t lying?” you said before crawling inside your covers again, sighing at the warmth before the pain in your lower abdomen and back attacked you, causing you to groan in pain. jeonghan called your name in worry.

“are you okay?” you glared at him. “what part of this looks okay to you?” jeonghan winced.

“that time of the month?” you nodded, not before groaning once more at the stabbing pain. jeonghan looked flustered, as if not knowing what to do.

“uh, what should i do?” you groaned, incapable of letting out an answer. he sat on the edge of your bed carefully, as if testing the waters. when you didn’t kick him out of the bed, he took it as a positive sign.

“should we cuddle?” he asked. the pain occupied your mind more that you couldn’t comprehend what he just said, and only nodded. so he snuck into your blanket, positioning some pillows behind him, before leaning backwards into it, pulling you into his arms. he had his arms around your stomach, your back against his chest, and he hummed an unfamiliar song to your ears. you didn’t know how or what happened, but you felt a lot better than you were a few seconds ago that you sighed and snuggled closer into his chest.

he didn’t stop humming and you found your eyes getting heavier and heavier, finally getting the sleep you couldn’t get a few hours ago, before reality hit you hard in the face.

“what the fuck are you doing?” jeonghan stopped humming and stared at you in surprise.

“uh, trying to make you feel better?”

“yeah, but, why in my bed?” he stared at you, still dumbfounded, until he managed to let out a laugh.

“you said it’s okay to cuddle, princess,” said jeonghan, and you felt your cheeks getting hotter. was the pain that bad that you couldn’t even remember what you had said?

“besides,” continued jeonghan, “you’re still here in my arms. so i know you’re feeling a lot better than you were earlier.” you couldn’t even deny it because it’s true - and you found yourself not being able to leave his arms even if you had complained earlier.

“you don’t have to fight the feeling, y/n,” said jeonghan, and you got taken aback. he never called you by your name, so it felt weird in your ears. “if you like it, then just say you like it. i’m not here trying to make you fall for me or anything, i’m just trying to make you feel better.”

“so, if another woman feels like this you’re gonna cuddle them too?” you said, absentmindedly. you didn’t realize what you had said until a few seconds of silence later, and when you did, you buried your face into jeonghan’s chest instinctively, trying to hide the blush that was forming in your cheeks. however, jeonghan noticed what you had said and laughed.

“well, it depends. are you jealous?” you could literally hear him smirk, so you only scoffed in response.

“not an answer, princess.” ah. back again to princess, eh?

“if you don’t give an answer i’m gonna stop cuddling you.” your pride still stopped you from answering, so you kept quiet, testing out jeonghan’s bluff. true to his words, he unwrapped his arms around you and slipped out of the blanket, causing you to lose the warmth he had covered you with earlier. he stood next to the bed, while you hid yourself inside the covers.

“one last chance, y/n,” said jeonghan. you groaned in response.

“fine, ugh, yeah, i’m jealous. happy now?” you expected a smirk, but jeonghan only smiled softly at you, before crawling inside your blanket, snaking an arm around your waist as he tucked his chin on top of your head, with you snuggled into his chest for the second time that day.

“see, now that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” he said, but you only whined because you felt the pain rushing towards your abdomen again. he massaged your back softly and hummed the unfamiliar tune again. you didn’t want to admit it to him, but you were in bliss.

“princess?” jeonghan called. you were halfway towards your dreamland at that point, so you only managed a hum in response.

“are you asleep?” you shook your head, feeling your consciousness being dragged into the surface.

“well,” said jeonghan, and for some reason, you detected nervousness in his voice. “be my girlfriend.” at those three words, your eyes opened up.

“eh?” jeonghan chuckled at your response. “what do you mean, ‘eh’? you know i like you.”

“well, but,” you stammered. “that was unexpected.” deep down, however, you know that the confession itself wasn’t the thing that surprised you.

jeonghan tucked a finger under your chin and lifted your head up, causing you to make eye contact with him. “i’m serious. be my girlfriend.” you scanned his words, trying to find anything in them. but there was nothing hidden in his words.

for the first time after meeting him, you felt like his words were 100% true.

“you couldn’t have asked me when i’m not curled up in my bed, writhing in pain thanks to my period?” you scrunch your nose at him, and he only laughed, pulling you closer into his arms, as if it was possible.

“i don’t care,” said jeonghan. “you look beautiful to me even now, and i wouldn’t want it any other way.” you smiled at him, before replying. “okay then.”

jeonghan only looked at you dumbfounded. “okay? as in… as… as in?”

“as in, yes i’ll be your girlfriend, you idiot.” you rolled your eyes at him, but he was grinning from ear-to-ear, and at that moment, you wondered why you had doubted his feelings for you in the beginning.

he buried his face in your hair, dropping a soft kiss on the top of your head. a few minutes later, when you felt the pain in your abdomen slowly disappearing, you sat up, causing jeonghan to sit up too. you were still in his arms - as if he had no plans on letting you go at all. and for once, you didn’t mind.

not until your stomach growled in hunger, at least.

jeonghan only chuckled as you complained to him, wanting to eat the jjamppong he brought you earlier. instead of answering back, he only looked at you with soft eyes, and you found yourself enthralled in them.

and when he leaned in closer for a kiss, you didn’t back away either.

part four: could be the two of us.

it’s been half a year since you and jeonghan started dating, and he’s been nothing short of the best boyfriend. the pictures on the left cabinet of your office had increased by one - a picture of you and jeonghan at the beachside he brought you to the first time you guys had went out together. he had his arms around you, facing the camera with a grin as the wind blew his hair backwards, and to you he looked nothing short of an angel.

and surprisingly, none of his words had sounded suspicious to you anymore. you couldn’t help but think if it’s because of your growing feelings for him, but you could still sense if others were lying, so you decided to trust him and his words.

instead of weekend dates, the two of you spend your days in your house more - cooking together, playing games together on your switch (with jeonghan beating your ass in mario kart almost every time). one time, seungkwan and seokmin showed up unannounced to your house, and the four of you played a game of mario kart too, which jeonghan still ended up winning.

“hyung, stop cheating!” seungkwan had groaned, but jeonghan only let out a cheeky grin. “it’s called talent, seungkwan. talent.”

you’ve been over to jeonghan’s a few times, but the two of you agreed that your house was far more comfortable than his apartment. he slept over at yours for a lot of times that half of his clothes were probably in your closet. though sometimes, you didn’t find the reason for all the clothes when he was going to discard them to the floor in the end of the day anyways.

however, the down side to it was the fact that junghyun wouldn’t stop bothering you, not even after you told him you were dating jeonghan now.

“so what?” junghyun had said. “you’re not married yet.” you only smiled, gritting your teeth inside. if he wasn’t one of your higher-ups, you would’ve berated him already right there and then.

but instead of getting your own revenge, jeonghan avenged you.

one particular afternoon, because it was the end of the month, you had a lot of work that you didn't even dare trying to leave your office. being the good boyfriend he was, jeonghan decided to come and bring his homemade meal to your office (you had wondered if jeonghan had his own job and he said he does, but he was free to do what he wanted. lucky him.) and on that particular day, junghyun decided it was a good time to barge into your office, uninvited.

you gritted your teeth when you saw him walking towards your table. “what do you want?” junghyun didn’t take notice of jeonghan, and sat down on the other chair next to him.

“let’s eat lunch together too.” you swallowed all the anger in your body, gathering all the remaining un-angry cells in your body, trying to speak to junghyun calmly when jeonghan beat you to it.

“i’m sorry, but she’s having a guest here and you’re barging in uninvited?” junghyun ignored him and only stared at you. you wanted to retort. what kind of person asked to have lunch together and did not bring anything to eat?

“sir.” jeonghan’s voice was firm, and you’ve never heard his voice like this before. it looked to you that junghyun was trying hard to stay ignorant, but jeonghan wasn’t losing.

“i don’t think it’s gonna be a good sight to the other employees if they see the ceo’s son being thrown out of the room, is it?” jeonghan said, a sly grin on his face. “y/n might be holding back because you’re her senior, but i don’t work here, and i can do anything i want to you.”

“if you touch me, i’ll make sure you’ll never be able to step foot in this building again.” junghyun had threatened jeonghan, and jeonghan only laughed - something in it sounded evil, but to you, he was looking very, very, very hot.

“try it. be my guest.” jeonghan said, returning to his meal. “but then again, wouldn’t it be a funny story? the ceo’s son kicked his crush’s boyfriend out of this building because he’s green with envy.” you stifled a laughter when you saw junghyun’s face getting redder by the second. he stood up abruptly and glared at jeonghan.

“it’s not over,” said junghyun, gritting his teeth as he stalked towards the door. “i will get you, one day, i swear to god.”

“you can get me, but you still can’t get your crush.” jeonghan sing-songed. junghyun glared at him before slamming the door of your office shut, and you bursted out in laughter.

“oh, thank fuck.” you sighed in relief. “he’s been pestering me so much more these days it’s driving me crazy that i can’t do anything about it.” jeonghan scrunched his nose in disapproval.

“what kind of unprofessional dude becomes your company’s cfo? sounds like nepotism to me.” you only shrugged.

“to be honest, i don’t know why he’s here either. i think if it wasn’t for the fact that he’s the ceo’s son, someone else would’ve been the cfo,” you said, swallowing the last bite of your meal. “anyways, you sounded hot earlier.” jeonghan raised an eyebrow at you. it was, as a matter of fact, very rare for you to say those kind of things.

“so do you want me to pick fights with your ceo’s son every time i come here?” you shuddered at the mere thought of it.

“no, but the way you laughed at him? kinda hot.”

“noted. i’ll do that next time we’re in bed.” you threw your memo pad at him as he laughed his mischievous laugh that you’ve grown to love.

after that, everything went smoothly - so smooth, that you couldn’t help but think that it’s just the calm before the storm. true to your words, something did happen only a few weeks after the incident with junghyun.

you were in your office, waiting for your team’s daily reports before getting off work when someone knocked on your door. without thinking much, you let them enter, crying out the words ,”come in!” and to your surprise, it was your ceo.

“oh!” you stood up to greet him, but he just dismissed you before closing the door behind him. as he walked towards your table, you saw his eye stopping on the cabinet at your left side, checking out your pictures. his eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and you frowned.

“are you,” he started, “are you dating jeonghan?” huh, you thought. he barely remembers the name of your team, so how come he remembers the name of your boyfriend that he met only once in his whole life?

“yeah, i am.” you said in confidence. “i know junghyun has been after me for years now, but i can’t say that i feel something for him.” ceo lee only sighed. you stared at his face, and felt something tugged your heartstrings. something about his face seemed... familiar?

“junghyun hasn’t really a lot of experience in that area, so i wish you would consider my son as a partner. there’s nothing you need to worry about if you choose him instead of your boyfriend right now. we have money, connections, everything for you to live comfortably.” you sighed internally, your earlier thoughts vanishing into thin air. was junghyun so desperate that he had to ask his father to court you for him?

“mr. lee,” you said, “i’m truly sorry, but i cannot be with your son. sure, the two of you may have the money and the connections and assets, but i don’t think i will be happy. jeonghan makes me happy, and i don’t feel forced to date him.” you braced yourself, ready for your ceo to get mad at you for refusing his offer, but he only sighed in defeat as he turned towards the door. he had his hand on the doorknob, before calling your name one last time.

“be careful of him,” he had said. “yoon jeonghan. he’s not who you think he is.”

and for some reason, that left you very, very uncomfortable.

it was in the middle of the night when the two of you finished. jeonghan dropped down next to your body, the euphoric feeling still lingering as he pulled your body towards him, skin to skin. you hummed in response, arms circling around his neck, turning to look for his eyes.

his eyes caught yours, and he dipped down to press a soft kiss on your lips. it started slow and soft, but it escalated deeper as he swept a tongue against your lower lip. you let out a moan (god, how he loved the sound) and he slipped his tongue inside, exploring your mouth. however, you suddenly pulled back, sitting up, leaving him whining in response.

“you know if we don’t stop we’re gonna continue and i don’t think i have the energy for it.” jeonghan only chuckled at your words, lifting his body to sit up with you, before wrapping his arms around your waist, caging you in a back hug.

“we can sleep for an hour and go for another round.” you slapped his arm as he let out another laugh.

“you’re saying it as if you have the ability to wake up in one hour.” jeonghan pondered for a while.

“well true, i don’t think i’ll be able to wake up then.” he tucked his chin on the crook of your neck, and you only hummed as he swayed your body side by side.

“jeonghan.” jeonghan hummed in response. “today, ceo lee came to my office.” he turned towards you, an eyebrow raised.

“what did he say?” his eyes squinted. you seemed… nervous? fidgety? you were playing with your fingers - a habit that jeonghan noticed you do when you get nervous.

“well,” you said, sounding unsure, “he said, uh, he said to be careful of you.”

something struck him as he stopped swaying both your bodies, shoulders tensing. you noticed it immediately, and turned towards him.

“are you okay?” you asked, and jeonghan felt like it was a pull towards reality. he nodded, his shoulders relaxing a little bit.

“i’m okay,” he assured you. “also, maybe your ceo meant, be careful of him, he’s going to make you whipped as hell.” you rolled your eyes as you slapped his arm again, and he only laughed it off, burying his face into the the crook of your neck.

hours later, when he finally lulled you to sleep, he opened his phone to see several messages from someone he’s been trying to avoid.

[ moonsik | 12:16 am ] where have you been?

[ moonsik | 12:17 am ] i haven't heard from you for months now

[ moonsik | 12:28 am ] come to my house sometime this week.

he closed his phone and tossed it to the bedside table, but he knew he couldn’t run away from him any longer.

against his own wishes, after he told you he was unavailable for the weekend and you said you had something to do, jeonghan went over to moonsik’s apartment. he hadn’t been there ever since he started dating you, and had hoped that moonsik would leave him alone already.

as he arrived in front of moonsik’s apartment, he took a deep breathe, and let out a big sigh. he hated the smell of cigarettes. it reminded him of what his mother went through, and he didn’t want to remember that part of his life anymore.

he braced himself and knocked on the door three times, before opening the door. inside, moonsik was sitting on the couch, smoking a cigarette. on his coffee table sat his ashtray - he’s been smoking almost one pack a day, and the smell sickened him so badly, but he held it in.

“it’s been a long time, jeonghan.” he said, breathing out smoke from his mouth. “why do you look so tense? come and sit next to me.” jeonghan obliged, but he felt his body went tense all over.

from the first time he met moonsik, he knew moonsik was a red light. it was obvious. but back then he was still a kid, trying to fight for his own life. he hadn’t given a fuck. but now, he wished he could take it all back.

“how are you?” moonsik asked, and jeonghan only nodded absentmindedly. “good, i guess?”

“haven’t heard from you in years,” said moonsik, taking another puff of his cigarette, and jeonghan only hummed in response. moonsik turned to look at jeonghan. “how’s your plan going?”

that struck a nerve in jeonghan’s body. for he had completely forgotten about his plan.

“it’s, ugh, it’s going- it’s going great,” jeonghan stuttered, the gears in his brain turning around in a hurry trying to find a way out of it.

“oh, really?” moonsik leaned closer towards jeonghan’s face, and jeonghan leaned backwards in instinct. “why are you so jumpy? is there something you’re hiding from me?”

“it’s none of your business,” jeonghan said without thinking. moonsik raised an eyebrow, crushing his cigarette in his ashtray. jeonghan grimaced internally.

“none of my business?” moonsik’s voice rose in anger, and jeonghan curled his fist. “i literally raised you after your mother died, and you have the right to say that it’s none of my business? anything connected to you is my business.”

“you’re not my mother,” said jeonghan. “you didn’t give birth to me, you only taught me how to survive. i thank you for that, but we have nothing else in common.” moonsik let out a maniac laugh, mocking jeonghan.

“you forgot about your plan, didn’t you?” moonsik sneered. “you fell in love with the girl. you wouldn’t chase after a girl for two days, let alone a week. but you keep going for this girl - you definitely forgot about it. that’s why you’re so scared of coming to me.” jeonghan desperately tried to deny moonsik’s words, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, for he knew that moonsik was right on spot.

“what’s the matter? cat got your tongue?” mocked moonsik, and jeonghan felt the anger inside him bubble. he brought his fist upwards, flying it towards moonsik’s left cheek. it hit moonsik as he growled in pain, eyes glaring at jeonghan, before punching jeonghan in his stomach. jeonghan groaned as moonsik threw multiple punches into his stomach, unable to fight back, for moonsik was physically more gifted than himself. he was about to let moonsik beat him to death, his eyes getting heavier by the minute, before your face appeared behind his closed eyelids.

it was as if you were the source of his energy. his hand found moonsik’s collar, and he stood up, pushing moonsik backwards towards the wall. moonsik was grinning like a psychopath. behind his fringes, his eyes were shining - as if he was taking pleasure in the fist fight. jeonghan knew he had to get out of that place quickly.

“i don’t mind if you cut contact with me,” said moonsik, laughing like a psychopath. “i don’t fucking care! because if she ever find out about you,” he leaned in closer to jeonghan’s face with a smirk that scared jeonghan out of his wits, “she’s going to leave you. for who wants to be with a weakling like you?”

jeonghan’s anger peaked as he punched moonsik in the face one last time before heading out of his apartment, moonsik’s laughing voice echoing in his mind. he took out his phone and blocked moonsik’s number from his phone as he ran for his car. as soon as he got inside his car, he leaned his head on the steering wheel, breathing hard, the pain in his abdomen hurting like hell. he started the engine, letting his mind take him anywhere else but this place.

unsurprisingly, his mind brought him to your house.

“jeonghan?” you answered the door, before gasping in surprise. jeonghan figured he must’ve looked like shit for you to react like that. behind you, a man jeonghan has never seen before appeared - with a boy, around the age of three or four, in his arms. the man had noticeably large ears, and facial features that resembled a camel, and the kid looked exactly like him.

before jeonghan could ask who the man was, you had ushered him inside, visibly worried. he made you sit on the couch, before mumbling around for the first aid kit. the man who stood with you let go of the kid, before following you to look for the first aid kit, which left jeonghan and the kid alone in the living room.

jeonghan doesn’t hate kids, but he doesn’t have much experience with them either. so when the kid looked up at jeonghan curiously, his only response was a tired grin.

“are you okay?” the kid had asked. jeonghan nodded, trying hard to bear the pain in his stomach.

“i’m fine, you don’t need to worry.” the kid looked up at jeonghan, head tilted in confusion.

“but dada and aunt y/n are worried.” aunt? this kid is your nephew? you said you didn’t have any siblings though?

“jeonghan!” your conversation was cut short when you and the man earlier came running to you with the first aid kid in your arms. as you arrived, you fumbled with the box until the man took over and told you to sit next to jeonghan instead. you obliged, sitting next to him and forced him to lie down, head on your lap. jeonghan found he had no energy to fight back, so he did as was told.

“aunt y/n,” the kid called. “is he okay?” you nodded, though to jeonghan, you looked like you were worried out of your mind. you had your arms around jeonghan’s face, checking around for the bruises and any other wounds jeonghan might have.

“this might hurt a little,” the man said before pressing a cotton of antiseptic to jeonghan’s wounds. jeonghan hissed in pain, and you grabbed his hand in instinct. he squeezed it to hold out his pain, and by the time the man was done treating his wounds, he was sweating hard. you were wiping his sweat away with the sleeves of your shirt, murmuring words of “it’s gonna be fine” and “it’s okay, i’m here” to jeonghan’s here.

and jeonghan completely believed in your words.

[ proofread. ]

[lubdubsworld]

Take all of my Firsts.

Genre : awkward humans in love. A lot of first times done wrong? Or possibly done just right. 

Rating : 21+ 

Warnings : Its written by me. Thats all the warning you’re gonna get. also Jungkook here is a whole cutie i’m in love. 

Summary : After getting fired and blacklisted for refusing to sleep with her boss, 26 year old Hana is kind of desperate for a job. So much so, she applies to be the secretary of the painfully awkward, absolutely anti-social Jeon Jungkook, the bumbling CEO of a brand new start up company. 

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1. First Date. (1/?) 

 “ This is blue.” Jeon Jungkook's impressively large figure filled the entryway to my tiny cubicle, shoulders brushing the two wooden frames on either side of him and when he carefully stepped into the workspace, the rickety old boards beneath our feet creaked ominously. 

Both of us paused, waiting to see if today would be the day the dilapidated warehouse finally gave up on us, plunging us twenty  feet down into the basement. 

When after a second, Jungkook still stood tall, very much not falling to his untimely demise in an explosion of broken floorboards and rubble, I finally exhaled in relief and looked at what he was showing me. 

I blinked, staring at the pen in his hand. It looked pretty ordinary by all standards, nothing remarkable. But the way Jungkook was staring at it, implied that it had done some sort of very personal affront to his person. 

“Uh..yes?” I wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with this whole thing. 

“There are three blue pens in my draw. I only require two on any day. One that i use and another as a spare in case the first one fails in some way. This is not required.” He intoned gently. 

I could feel the urge to scream, slowly build.

“Right... of course. Very carefully analyzed and concluded, sir. I just don’t know...” why  on earth are you telling me this?

“My draw is cluttered by this pen. A second spent picking and dropping this around is a second of my time wasted, Hana. And you know how I feel about wasted time and its effect on our productivity.”

And you know how I feel about this moldy ass warehouse office that you insist we use because its free and you don’t have to pay rent, there’s insects here that are probably extinct in the outside world, not to mention there's a very suspicious looking algae growing on the underside of my table and I don’t wanna know if its going to mutate and eat me whole, but you don’t really care about any of that , do you, you murderously oblivious pinhead ??

 “ Hana! Are you listening to me?” Jungkook’s voice snapped me out of own head and i smiled weakly, carefully plucking the open out of his hand.

“I’ll get rid of it , sir.” I said dutifully, getting up to drop the pen on a side table and the floor boards creaked again, louder . I froze, staring down at the small cracks in the floor, offering me a glimpse of the dusty basement underneath us. 

 Please God, don’t let me die in this hellhole.   

“Get rid of it?” Jungkook looked very serious, his handsome face scrunched in displeasure and I wondered yet again why I was still here. 

And yet i felt the familiar curl of reluctant affection as well. I had only been working for him for a little over two and a half months and i already felt a desperate need to save him from the world and himself.

Mostly himself. 

“Uh..no?” I asked confusedly and he sighed deeply. 

“That would be an awful waste. The pen should merely be stored away for future use, hopefully somewhere other than my draw. I hate clutter.” 

Right. Right of course. I tried to smile soothingly.

“ I understand your sentiments perfectly, Mr. Jeon. i take full responsibility for not ...de-cluttering your draw this morning.”  because i was too busy adjusting our budget for the month, setting up seven interviews with potential employees and seventeen other meetings with clients and investors. But who cares about that right? When there’s a whole extra pen that needs to be taken care of. 

“ Excellent. Also, the dinner with Kim Sera? Could you tell her that I am not available for coitus?” 

I choked on my own saliva, coughing in disbelief. 

“Are you dying? Do you wish me to call the ambulance?” He frowned and i spluttered, shaking my head. 

“No.. i... No. Just... Sera... You. I... What?” I choked out. 

He rolled his eyes. 

“I said, Could you tell Ms. Kim that I am not available for coi-”

“I HEARD YOU.” I shouted and he jumped a bit. “ I.. I heard you, sir. But ...just... She merely asked you out to dinner? She’s a potential client and-”

“I only meet potential clients here in my office. I only get asked to dinner, in order to have coi-”

“SEX!!” I shouted in desperation. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around Jungkook saying coitus. it was warping my insides and making my gut clench, intestines twisting like little snakes. 

“Excuse me?” He tilted his head in confusion and I felt my heart ache, completely at odds with the throbbing headache he was giving me, pulse racing at how ridiculously cute he looked, considering he was a grown man of twenty five. A whole three months older than me and yet it felt like i was babysitting him all the damn time.

“Please just say sex. its what every one says... coitus is just-” i felt slightly nauseous. 

Jungkook frowned deeply.

“Sex can hold different meanings. Like gender , for example. I merely wish to avoid confusion. when i say coitus I’m talking about the physical act of a penis-”

I brought my palm down on the table with enough force to scatter the papers and send the stationery flying . Jungkook jumped a little. 

“I  feel-” i shuddered, “ this conversation is getting derailed, a bit Sir.. Lets just talk about why you think, Ms Kim wants to have sex with you.” 

Jungkook opened his mouth to argue and i groaned.

“Coitus.” i choked out quickly. “ Why do you think Ms. Kim wants to have coitus with you?” 

Jungkook shrugged.

“Its what I get asked out for.” 

I blinked.

“You... Dinner is ... It doesn't always have to be for sex, Sir. People go out to dinner to talk to each other all the time.” I protested.

Jungkook frowned.

“Really? People don’t like when I talk.” He stared down at his feet. 

I felt that familiar fist around my heart again.

“I... “

“Its alright, Hana. I understand I’m peculiar and i make people comfortable. So they often just want me to eat in silence and take then back to my apartment.” He shrugged. “ It was wrong of me to assume that that is how all humans behave. I still don’t think Ms. Kim would want to have dinner with me. Even if she did, I may ruin our chances. I’m not.. I’m not good with people.” 

I stared at him.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” I blurted out, before I could think it through.” Sir.”

Jungkook looked up, frowning. 

“What?”

“A dinner date sir. You and I, tonight. I’ll reschedule your meeting with Ms. Kim to tomorrow night. I’ll show you how dinner dates go. And you can be ... well... you can feel more comfortable when you meet her.” 

Jungkook considered.

“That is an excellent idea. You will take me out on a date and teach me what to say and do.” 

I smiled, nodding.

“And there will be no coitus.”

That word had definitely grown on me. 

“No sir. No coitus.” I fought the urge to grin. 

“It would be my first date then. A proper date.” He looked excited. 

And then he frowned.

“What must I wear?” He asked confusedly. 

“Oh something casual should be fine?”

“Casual....you mean like my beige suit? i admit I haven;’t work it in years because its a bit too frivolous but I can make an exception. You’re a bit ...” He paused,” wild yourself.” 

Not sure what he meant by wild, i merely shook my head.

“No suits sir. Just some shirt and slacks should be fine.”

Jungkook frowned again.

“That sounds incredibly scandalous. Are you sure you don’t wish to have coitus?” He asked eyes narrowed in suspicion.

This time the laugh escaped against my will. 

“Your virtue is safe with me sir.” I said with a straight face and he sighed.

“Well, then. I shall meet you at the same restaurant where I was to meet her? At 8.00?”

I hesitated.

“Sure. Unless you’d like the full date experience?”

Jungkook leaned forward, clearly intrigued.

“What is that?”

“If you meet me at the subway station near your apartment at six, i’ll show you.” I grinned, “ Sir.” 

Jungkook nodded enthusiastically. 

“Excellent. I’ll do that Hana.” He smiled and then glanced at the pen , smiling.

“I’ll keep it safe , Sir. Don’t worry about it.”

I watched him walk out of the cubicle, heart racing. i willed myself not to stare at the broad back and narrow waist. 

 If you develop a crush on him, there is no doubt that you are the weakest link in human history. The reason humanity will die out will be because of your lack of sense, Hana, because even stupidity should have its limits. 

( TO BE CONTINUED) 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE : So, this is the drabble i was talking about. And i am terrible at fluff so give me ideas for their first date :’( 

[lucy-sky]

The Break of Dawn (Leo Barnes x f!Reader)

You work in a small diner not far from the bus station and try to get over a tragic event that happened to you three years ago. Leo Barnes is one of the steady customers, and at some point you realize there's mutual attraction between the two of you. There's no time for romance though - only one night left before the annual Purge, and Leo has an important job to keep Senator Roan safe as it's the only chance to finally put an end to the Purge.

Words: 3 656

Warnings: Sexual content (not super detailed, I would rate this story as Mature rather than Explicit, but still they f*ck), a bit of angst (trigger warning: loss), but Leo is a caring and protective guy who’s ready to hold you

A/N: My first time writing Leo Barnes or any Frank Grillo character, so please don't be mean :))

Taglist: @sweetfictionalworld, @skvatnavle​, @lunamoon-87​

“There he is.”

Stella pokes you with her elbow.

“What?”

“Your tough guy. He’s here,” she nods to the corner of the diner and you don’t even need to follow her gesture to know that Leo Barnes is sitting there, his usual spot. He’s a bit early today, and it’s understandable - you too find it harder to sleep well as the Purge is getting closer.

“He’s not my tough guy, Stells,” you roll your eyes.

“Oh yeah? Tell it to someone else,” she snorts. “So far I’m just wondering how long you’re gonna keep ignoring that sexual tension…”

“Stella, please.”

“What? Honestly, I don’t know why he’s being such a gentleman… But just FYI, y/n… You know it’s not the 19th century and you actually can make the first move?”

“Even if I wanted to, it’s not the right time,” you shrug. “You know he’s doing an important job. He’s got plenty of stuff to think about and it’s definitely not romance.”

“Who’s talking about romance, sis?” Stella laughs. “You’re both so goddamn tense, you need to blow off some steam. No, seriously. You need to get laid. He needs to get laid. It’s just way too obvious!”

“Oh dear god, just please shut up…” you groan.

“Fine,” she gives you a wicked smirk. “If you don’t want him, then I’m bringing his order.”

You chuckle at this.

“Don’t you dare.”

  To be completely honest, you can’t deny that Stella is partly right. There is something between you and this grumpy silent man in the corner. But what exactly? You can’t really put it into words, it’s not just the attraction, or sexual tension as Stella says. You do find him handsome though, you admit that. A couple of times when he was wearing a t-shirt, you caught yourself staring at his muscular arms. Yes, guilty. And still… There’s more than that. You’d call it some sort of mutual understanding.

Leo Barnes works for Senator Roan. In the past, he used to be a cop, now he is the head of security for her. You learnt that one night when he was here, having his usual late dinner. The TV was on, evening news, something about the election of course. And suddenly you noticed him there, standing behind Roan’s back with another guy in a formal dark suit. You blinked, stared at the screen, then looked back at him. He caught your glance.

“Is that… you?” you blurted, realizing too late that you said it out loud. But he smiled, and in his smile there was no anger or annoyance.

“Apparently so,” he replied with a soft chuckle and ran his fingers through his dark hair. “How do I look?”

You started talking ever since then. Barnes usually came to the diner twice - in the morning he just had a mug of black coffee, and in the evening he ordered something to eat. Mornings were often crowded as many people passed the diner before heading to work in the city, so you were busy. But the evenings were mostly quiet. 

You often stayed at work late, covering Stella who had to run to her kids or another date. You didn’t mind that since work was always your way to escape. Nobody was waiting for you at home anyways. Somehow, Leo Barnes started to keep you company. He wasn’t much of a talker and you were never into heartfelt conversations with the clients here, but something just clicked. Especially after you learnt about his job and it became clear that your views on the Purge are the same.

Many people hate The Purge, as well as many people support it. Some people hate it because they’re scared for their loved ones, their business (small shop owners who don’t have enough money to afford the Purge insurance often suffer), or they hate it just because they’re against violence in general. And the others… They have more personal reasons. You’re one of them. And somehow, even if you don’t know for sure, you just feel like Leo Barnes has personal reasons as well. He never really told you, and you don’t dare to ask because you know well enough how the memories can hurt. You didn’t tell him either. But still, you don’t know how exactly it worked, you just looked at each other and saw it. It’s like an unspoken secret between the two of you. The details don’t matter anyway. Your stories are in the past and you can’t change it, but what you can change is the future. If Senator Charlene Roan wins the election - the Purge will finally end. You can help with your vote, and Leo… Leo is determined to do anything to help her survive this year. Just this year, and hopefully no one would ever have to survive this nightmare again. You both want it more than anything else.

  “Hey.”

You smile at Leo as you place a mug of coffee and a plate on the table in front of him.

“Hey…” he looks confused when he sees the food. Nothing really special: eggs, bacon, some beans and a toast. “What’s that? I... only asked for the usual…”

“Just thought you might need some extra fuel,” you shug. “Only one night left before the Purge, so… you must have a lot of work to do.”

“Yeah, you’re right… I actually do,” he gives you a tired smile. “Thank you.”

“Welcome,” you nod and turn to leave, but Leo suddenly touches your arm and you freeze.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” you face him again.

“Do you work tomorrow?”

“Yes… Why are you asking?..” you give him a puzzled look.

“Well uh… To be honest I’d be happier if you took a day off… You know, just to make sure you’re safe…”

You feel the heat on your cheeks. Does… does he worry about you?.. The realization makes your heart shrink for a second. Apparently he’s not just someone who understands, he’s someone who cares. You already forgot what it feels like when someone really cares. Well, of course there are your parents, but they’re far away… And Leo, he’s right here.

“It’s okay,” you say, trying not to look too baffled. “Tomorrow we’re closing the diner earlier, right after lunchtime, so I’ll be home long before the Purge begins. There’s no need to worry, really.”

“Good,” Barnes nods. “I just… don’t think I’ll be able to come over and check on you tomorrow, so I just…” he stutters as if trying to figure out something to say. 

“I just want you to be careful, okay?” he finally utters, and to your surprise his hand reaches yours, squeezing it lightly. “Just be careful, yeah?”

“Yeah, I... Of course I will,” you try to smile reassuringly. “I promise.”

  *

There’s about five minutes left before closing hour when Leo appears. As usual, you’re still here, helping Mary, the chief and the owner’s wife with all the cleaning up after the working day. While she’s in the kitchen, you wipe the tables, TV-set is murmuring something in the corner. The election, the purge… Always the same.

“You’re closed?” he asks, meeting your gaze. “Sorry, I… Didn’t realize it’s that late already…”

“We’re about to close, but it’s fine, come in!” you assure smiling at him maybe a bit more brightly than you wanted to show. “We’ll get you something to eat, right, Mary?” 

“Sure thing,” she replies from the kitchen door. You weren’t the only one who saw Barnes on TV. Since then, he became an always welcome guest as the diner owners supported Roan as well. Otherwise, to be honest you don’t think you could possibly be able to work for them.

You put a plate with food in front Leo as he takes a seat at the counter. While he’s eating silently, you wipe the coffee mugs and place them carefully on the shelf. The TV keeps talking. Something about the bloomimg economy and international murder tourists who keep coming to the US to take part in the annual Purge. You glance at the screen, see their gut-wrenchingly excited faces.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter under your breath and shake your head. “Fucking insane.”

“True,” you nearly jump at his words, as you didn’t realize Leo heard you. “I knew people who killed someone on Purge night for… different reasons. But those who kill just because they enjoy it, for fun or sport or whatever you call it - those are the most dangerous.”

“They’re just psychopaths. People like that should be kept in mental hospitals or something. But they just walk around as if nothing’s wrong with them. And the new founding fathers keep telling them how proud they are of them…”

“Roan’s gonna make it stop,” Mary joins the conversation. “This lady’s got some balls, am I right, sir?”

“Yes ma’am,” Barnes chuckles. “She absolutely got them.”

  You leave the diner together with Leo. Mary chose to stay inside, waiting for her husband to come pick her up in a few minutes. The night is a bit chilly; you’re shivering, not sure if it’s the cold or the fact that you’re alone with him for the first time.

“Where’s your car?” he asks.

“Oh um… It’s in the service actually. So I’m going to the bus station right over there,” you point. Barnes frowns.

“What about tomorrow?”

“Stella promised to give me a ride home. Leo… I’ll be okay. It’s not the first Purge night in my life, you know.”

“Right,” he clears his throat. “Anyway, since I’m here I can drive you home.”

“You… sure it’s okay?” your voice betrays you a little. “I mean you must be tired…”

“I’m okay,” he assures, then nods at his car. “Come on. I insist.”

“Okay,” you hear yourself saying.

  *

You’re mostly silent on the way. You feel a bit tense, but also kinda… weirdly excited to be in this car, next to him. Damn. Is Stella right, and you’re actually into him? Definitely so. But after all these years you almost completely forgot how it feels - to be into someone or how the relationships work. As if you’re a teenager again. Leo Barnes is the first man who actually made you think of something close to romantic longing since… That night.

“It’s here?” he asks as you reach your house. You nod, and he pulls over. You wait for him to say something, to tell you goodnight maybe, but he doesn’t. Without the sound of the car engine, the silence between you becomes even more awkward. You open your mouth to say goodbye to him, but instead different words suddenly come out.

“Leo, I…” 

He looks at you intently. You stare down at your knees.

“Yeah?”

“I just… The fact that you worry about me - it’s very nice of you, really. And… I just wanted you to know that I worry about you too. I worry about you a lot actually…”

“Y/n…” his voice is quiet as he brings his hand to your face, gently urging you to look up at him. His eyes look darker than usual in the dim light of the street lamp nearby. You think if it’s possible to drown in someone’s eyes you’d already be gone.

“I’ll be fine, okay?” he says softly. “It’s gonna be a tough night for sure, but I’ll be fine, I have to be fine. You gotta trust me on this. You trust me?”

“Yes,” you barely whisper, unable to take your eyes from his, and when the tension becomes almost unbearable, his lips finally crush on yours.

You both expected and didn’t expect it, didn’t dare to admit even to yourself how much you really wanted it. Your breath hitches somewhere in your throat as you kiss him back eagerly, forgetting about everything and everyone for this moment that lasts so long and so painfully short at once. You’re both panting as your lips part, foreheads pressed together. 

“I… I think I should go,” you mumble as a rush of panic suddenly overwhelms you.

“Yeah… Yeah…” he nods. “You should get some rest.”

“You too.”

You squeeze his hand for a second. Gosh, you didn’t even realize your hand was on his all this time. 

“Good night,” you finally murmur, bracing yourself to get out of the car. You feel like something else needs to be said, but can’t really figure out what.

  *

You enter the house and just lean against the door, heart hammering wildly inside your chest. You close your eyes and try to catch your breath. What the hell just happened? And why are you reacting like that? There’s nothing wrong about this kiss. You’re two single adults… Well, probably single. Leo doesn’t wear a ring, so… Damn it, you really got out of practice when it comes to relationships.

A knock on the door made your eyes snap open. As if in a daze, you slowly turn and reach the door handle, already knowing who you’re going to see.

Leo doesn’t say anything. And you can’t read the expression in his eyes, or you simply don’t have time for it, because the next moment he steps inside, his hands cup your cheeks and he kisses you with such longing and desperation it nearly kicks the breath out of your lungs. You don’t know what you’re doing any more, but your fingers are already in his dark hair, scratching the nape of his neck while his lips and tongue keep attacking your mouth. It feels like shockwaves running through your body, and for the first time in years you feel just so alive. All this time your feelings, passions and emotions were asleep, everything around you seemed pale and lifeless as if someone turned down the contrast, but something changed. Not right now, not in the snap of a finger, of course; it happened gradually. Something kept changing deep within you since the very first time your eyes met, and now - you’re finally ready to feel something. To let him in.

You don't think about it though. Or about anything else, to be honest. All you can focus on is what his lips are doing to you, how hot his breath is and how weirdly nice his stubble feels against your skin. Leo’s coat falls on the floor. His big hands seize your waist as he lifts you up, causing you to grip onto his broad shoulders. Pressing you against the nearest wall, he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the kisses are sloppy, open-mouthed, and you can't suppress a soft moan. He's big and strong, you feel small underneath him, but you like it. 

You can’t even remember clearly how you finally reached the bedroom, frantically helping each other to get rid of the clothes. When you tumble down and he hovers over you, the skin to skin contact is overwhelming. He brushes your hair away from your flushed face, kisses you with sudden tenderness. The look in his hazel eyes is warm yet still full of passion as you cup his cheek and he presses his lips to your palm. An affectionate gesture that makes your heart skip a beat, but you both are too impatient to be soft right now. So he leans in, kissing you harder this time, grunting against your mouth when you pull him closer, craving as much of him as possible. You can feel him twitching against your lower belly as you wrap your legs around him, eager to get more pressure. He’s not even inside you yet, but it already feels so good you can’t help bucking your hips, earning a low groan from him at the friction. His lips trail along your jawline, down to the side of your neck, where he kisses and nibbles, and you just know there’s gonna be marks tomorrow, but damn, you can’t care less.

When he finally enters you and starts moving, you’re almost delirious. Clinging to him, you gasp and whisper his name into his skin, feel the muscles on his back tense as he thrusts deeper. The wave of bliss hits you so hard your vision turns blurry and for a few seconds it feels like you’re not there.

  *

Reality comes back to you slowly, with all the dark and troubled thoughts you can’t escape. Leo is lying next to you with his eyes closed, breathing evenly, so you think he must be asleep. Good for him. Carefully, you slip out of the bed to get a glass of water. It doesn’t help you to get rid of the lump in your throat though. Back to the bedroom, you sit on the edge of the bed and let out a deep sigh, trying to fight back tears. Too many emotions for one night.

“Y/n.”

Leo’s voice doesn’t even seem sleepy. You can feel him shifting in bed to reach you, the warmth of his calloused hand stroking your back soothingly.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, uh…” You shake your head, bringing your hand to rub your eyes. “I’m good. It’s just… It’s been a while since I… You know…”

“I know. It’s been a while for me as well.”

“I lost my boyfriend three years ago,” you blurt out, surprising yourself that you said it out loud. “During the Purge night. He um… He was a medical student. We lived in an apartment building and we heard someone crying for help. I wanted to stop him but he just couldn’t ignore someone who needed help, you know. He got shot accidentally, right into his head. There was no chance to save him.”

Leo’s hand gently squeezes your shoulder.

“Sorry, I… Don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I’ve never talked about him since the funeral…”

“It’s okay,” he moves closer, pressing a kiss against your shoulder blade.

“I was so angry at first, you know,” now that you start talking you seemingly cannot stop. “I wished I could find and kill them. But then I thought he wouldn’t want me to become a murderer...”

He presses his forehead against the back of your head for a moment. “I know how you feel, y/n.”

You finally turn to meet his gaze. 

“I lost my son. I know what this anger feels like. Two years ago all I was thinking about on the Purge night was revenge. I was determined, almost obsessed.”

“Did… you do it?”

“No. I was close to it. Very close. But… One wise person made me realize that it wouldn’t help. Violence only brings more violence.”

“It has to be stopped,” you whisper.

“Yes,” he nods. “That’s why I left the police. Cops have to stay away from the Purge. I couldn’t any more. At least now I know I'm doing the right thing.”

“Right… Just… I’m just scared of losing you too,” you say very quietly, but he hears you anyway. His strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you closer, enclosing into his warmth. Making you feel safe.

“Hey, hey...” He whispers into your hair as he nuzzles into the top of your head. “It’s not gonna happen, you hear me? Everything’s gonna be alright. I promise.”

  *

You have no doubt your colleagues noticed who drove you to work this morning. But today no one is in the mood for comments, not even Stella. Even though the work goes on as usual, there’s still this tension in the air before the Purge night. 

Through the window you can see a bunch of guys gathered around the car with an open trunk full of baseball bats and other stuff you can’t discern. The owner proudly shows off his stuff, other guys laugh, they look pretty chill and relaxed, and your stomach nearly twists at the sight. 

  *

All night you could barely sleep a wink. A knock on the door drags you out of troubled slumber. At first you’re not even sure if you really heard it or it was in your dream. But the sounds repeat and you jump off the bed and without even caring to slip something over the huge t-shirt you sleep in. Barefoot, you rush to the door, open it with shaky hands.

He looks so exhausted it seems like he can barely stand. The collar of his shirt that used to be white is now stained with blood. And yet… He’s smiling.

“Leo!..” you gasp, stepping towards him and bringing your hand to his stubbly cheek. “Oh my god, are you… Everything okay?..”

“I’m great,” he breathes out huskily, and his smile slowly turns into a wide grin. “We did it, baby.”

You don’t even try to hold back tears as you fall into his arms, bury your face into his chest. He smells a bit like sweat and blood, but you absolutely don’t care. “I’m so glad you’re here,” you mumble into his ruined shirt. “I’m here,” he whispers back, stroking your hair. Then you realize the two of you are still standing at the porch.

“Alright,” you say, drawing back a little. “Let’s get you in, you need some rest… And you’re probably hungry too… And you definitely need a shower…”

“Wait, y/n. Let’s just… Stay here for a bit? I think we both need to catch a breath,” he chuckles crookedly, reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. You smile back.

“Okay.”

  Sitting on the porch with your head on Leo’s shoulder, his arm wrapped around your frame, you watch the sky becoming lighter and lighter as the dawn breaks. You can hear the sounds of sirens in the distance. The city’s slowly getting back to life, waking up after another nightmare. 

You both know it’s not the end, the war isn’t won yet, but at least you won this very important battle. And for the first time in what seems like ages you have a good feeling about the future.

*

Thanks for reading! 

Hugs, Lucy