#i decided ill try seeing how the babes would look in my new style
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guhroovi · 5 months ago
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Oh, we're so back.
I just wanted to doodle the babes and ended up making a new cover for my angelbutter spotify playlist (which you can find here.)
Im sure some of y'all recall it. Im open to suggestions of songs that give an angelbutter vibe.
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emonaculate · 4 years ago
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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2
`❥ AU: Modern!AU
`❥ Genre: Fluff
`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader
`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork
`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time
Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten
You were a foreign student studying abroad
He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you
You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet
Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.
"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"
"I can't find the letters for my cross word."
"....Aha lemme see."
He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.
During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up
Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.
" 'Ren stay still."
"It feels moist."
"Never say that again."
"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."
"Thingy?"
"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."
"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."
"Yeah that shit."
"Don't swear. Kids are watching."
"Man fuck them-"
"Yeager."
"....Ahem... sorry."
He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3
Kept the make up on even after the stream finished
He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity
LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down
"What that's shit on your face?"
"It's an Indian face mask."
"It looks like throw up."
"Do you wanna try it?"
"Yes."
Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.
So the only natural solution was to make a bet
You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)
He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through
"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."
"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."
Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5
Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you
But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German
He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.
It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him
He finally comes around and just holds you tightly
No words or anything
His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.
He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao
Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying
He thought his trauma was normal pfft
While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel
"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "
Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities
He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.
Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way
Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried
But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain
Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you
Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams
Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.
And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"
This is one of those times he gets cancelled
Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash
"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."
IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..
You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again
"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"
"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."
After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.
"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.
Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.
So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how
Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.
His pattern is always the same
He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.
Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless
"What were we talking about?"
"We were just going to get some food."
You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3
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spideymarvelws · 4 years ago
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What would frat Peter! Be like if he found out the reader is a Virgin?
i put to much time into this
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Warnings : SMUT! (dirty talk, slight degrading, protected sex, oral [fem rec]), cursing, floof, peter going from simp to cocky real quick
Word Count : 4.6k (okay why is this longer than 90% of my oneshots i-)
Frat!Peter finding out the fem!reader is a virgin
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It all starts when you and Mj are lounging in your shared apartment watching a movie like you both did every Sunday
The both of you were cuddled into the endless amount of blankets on either side of the couch, eyes trained on the bright screen in front of you
But your mind was focused on something else, namely a certain brown haired boy that just couldn’t seen to leave you alone
Peteyboi💗👀: hows the movie going lovebug??
you : lovebug?
you : thats a new one
Peteyboi💗👀: just trying out new things
Peteyboi💗👀: spicing stuff up a bit yk?
Peteyboi💗👀: do you like it?
you : im not really opposed to it
Peteyboi💗👀: ill add it to the list then
you : list?!
Peteyboi💗👀: pretend you didn't read that
You giggled at your boyfriends words, mouthing a quick sorry to MJ when she gave you a hard glare with the sudden burst of noise
But you couldn't help it, every time you saw the notification pop up on your phone, you couldn't help but act like a lovesick teenager falling in love for the first time
At this point the both of you had been dating for around seven months
Seven months of cliche coffee dates and pulling all nighters
Seven months of stolen kisses in the library or holding hands under the table during lectures
Seven months of pure bliss
“So why haven’t you guys fucked yet?” MJ said abruptly shaking you out of your love sick stare texting Peter
“I’m sorry, what!?”
“You know,” she pounded her fist into the palm of her hand repeatedly, “Sex,”
 “What- I-” you shook your head, trying to process her words, “How did this come up all of a sudden?”
“Since you decided to ignore me on our movie night,” she smirked, “Were you sexting him?”
“WHAT!”
“So I’ll take that as a no?”
“Yes thats a no!” you buried yourself further into the blankets, “Should-” you took a deep breath, “should it be a yes?”
“I don’t know, should it?”
“Oh that’s a good question! Almost like I already asked it,”
Mj laughed at your pouty glare
“No, no it shouldn’t,” she rested a comforting hand on your leg, “Do you want it to be though?”
Yes you did
More than anything
It was stupid, but what you had with Peter was different from anything you’ve had with other people in the past
He was everything a girl could ask for, smart, caring and a sweet personality that could make anyone smile
Let’s not mention his impressive build
And out of all the girls and guys that threw themselves at him, he choose you to love
You wanted to take that step with him, but you were scared that he would reject you
You weren’t experienced, in any way, to the point where you were completely innocent 
And you were dating a frat boy, the name that carried the reputation of sleeping around with most people on campus
How could you match up to that?
You couldn’t help but feel insecure in that area
The most you’ve ever went with Peter was a heavy make-out, it happened quite often too but he always stopped things before they went any further
There wasn’t any explanation, only peter bringing you close to cuddle for the rest of the night, forgetting the spit covering his lips and neck
Which lead you to make your own and none of them were exactly positive
Didn’t stop you from imagining a life where he wouldn’t drop you figuring how untalented you were in bed though
Or just daydreaming of him railing you out of existence
im looking you
“Yes?” you covering your face with your hands, embarrassed with your confession, “I don’t know about him though,”
MJ was aware that you were a virgin but only scoffed at your answer, “Oh come on, that boy is head over heels for you, why wouldn’t he want to fuck you,”
You felt your face heat up with the choose of words, “If he did wouldn’t he have made a move by now?”
“Better question, have you noticed his moves,”
Her question made you think as she continued
“Because I sure have,” 
“What do you mean?”
She rolled her eyes, “The looks he gives you when your not paying attention,” she started to count on her fingers, “Always touching you, constantly, like all the time. Biting his lip anytime you do anything remotely sexual and always blushes afterwards because he caught himself. Oh! Remember that time you wore that skirt? Like the pretty tight one? Yeah, his eyes were on your ass for like the whole day-”
“Okay, okay you could stop now I get it,” you groaned, “How do you know all of this?”
“I’m observant,”
“Makes sense.”
“The point is, he’s is definitely interested in you Y/n, it’s just a matter of you showing interest back.”
“I-” you sighed, “I can’t do that mj,”
“Like hell you can’t,” she rolled your eyes but pried your hands away from your face softly, “Do you want him to be your first Y/n?”
You nodded your head, “Yeah,” you looked back at her, “Yeah, I do,”
“Then you need to talk it out with him, see where you both stand when it comes to that regard in your relationship,” 
“I know, I know, I’m just scared for his reaction,”
MJ only sighed, “This is Peter we’re talking about y/n, he’d respect your boundaries until your ready, and I know you’ll respect his. Its just a matter of who makes the first step,”
“Okay, okay,” you took a deep breath, “I’ll just ask him when I could see him again and just-” you paused, “Ask him,”
“There we go!” MJ cheered as you reached for your phone
Peteyboi💗👀: hello??
Peteyboi💗👀: hellooooooooo
Peteyboi💗👀: is this about the list?
Peteyboi💗👀: i promise ill try them all out sugar
Peteyboi💗👀: ...
Peteyboi💗👀: tbh i didnt like that one
You looked up at MJ, motivated by her reassuring eyes and words, you texted back
you : dont worry petey, the list is cute 😂
Peteyboi💗👀: good good
Peteyboi💗👀: did mj catch you??
you : maybe
you : i blame your clinginess
Peteyboi💗👀: i thought you said you liked my clinginess🥺
you : never said it was a bad thing 😘
Peteyboi💗👀: you implied it tho 😪
you : nah
you : i think thats just you
“What did he say?” MJ interrupted, her legs bouncing up and down anxiously
“I- uh, didn’t get to it yet,”
“I will take that phone, throw it across the room and make you do this in person if you keep stalling,”
You didn’t want to test her words
you : i miss you tho
Peteyboiiii💗👀: sorry babe, just been really busy with the internship
you : i know petey dw
you : do you know when you’ll be free next?
Peteyboiiii💗👀: uuuuhhhh
Peteyboiiii💗👀: the guys are suppose to be out Thursday
Peteyboiiii💗👀: i was suppose to tell you tomorrow but you beat me too it😂
you : oh really?
Peteyboiiii💗👀: would be just the two of us...
fuck circumstances
you : its a date then?
Peteyboiiii💗👀: hey! thats my line😤
you : sorry for stealing your thunder loverboy
Peteyboiiii💗👀: 👁👄👁
you : oh so you could do pet names but i cant???
Peteyboiiii💗👀: never said it was a bad thing 👀
you : ...
you : goodnight peter
The couple of days leading up to the Thursday were stressful to say the least
But MJ was there to hype you up, telling you everything that you should expect, what signals to use and even going out of her way to buy you a red set of lingerie
“It’s going to be awkward at first-”
“Well no shit it’s going to be awkward at first,”
“Hey! No talking back to your teachers,”
“Sorry...”
The drive to the house was nerve wrecking
You were anxious to see his reaction, but even with the doubt clouding your head, there was a ray of light that passed through, reminding you that Peter wasn’t that type of guy
That these past months have proved that he loved you, and you loved him
That he wanted this just as much as you did
You just needed to show him that
He greeted you at the door with a bear hug, rocking you back and forth in his arms
“I’ve missed you angel,” he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck that made the hairs on your skin raise
“Angel?” you squeaked, “Where did that come from?”
“The list remember?” he pulled back, beaming brighter than you’ve ever seen, “going down one by one. I quite like this one though,” his voice lowered, “Angel, suites you don’t your think?”
“Yeah,” you cleared your throat, “Could we go inside?”
“Yeah of course,” his hand squeezed your waist, moving to small of your back and leading you inside
You didn't know how long you could last. With the new pet names, your hyperawareness to his touch and all of his words suddenly having new meaning behind them
You started to miss being so oblivious
“It’s been so long since we’ve had a day together, holy shit,” he said, falling back against the cushions of his couch with his thighs spread making you gulp, “come here,”
“Huh?”
He pouted, “I want to cuddle with my girlfriend so come here,”
the dude likes cuddles leave him alone
You shook your head, remembering MJ’s words,
“First step, get into the bedroom,”
“Wouldn’t it be more comfortable in your room?”
Peter’s head tilted to the side in confusion, “We have the whole house to ourselves and you want to spend it in my room?”
You nodded, walking up to him and stretching out your hand for him to take, “What’s so wrong with your room?”
“nothing, nothing,” he sighed taking your hand and standing up, “Just not as comfy as the couch,”
“You’re just being dramatic,”
“Dramatic?” he teased, raising your hand to spin you around, pulling your back to his chest, “I know nothing of a sort,”
You knew it was suppose to be playful, you knew he was just teasing you like he always did
But the feeling of his hard chest against your back, his hair tickling the base of your throat and his arms wrapped strongly around your waist, keeping you tight against him
You couldn't help but imagine this in a very different scenario
“Ready to go then?”
You nodded, not sure if you could even form words correctly at that point
Peter smirked and within one motion he had you in his arms bridal style, taking you to the stairs that lead to his room
“Nothing of a sort my ass,” you mumbled into his neck, cracking a smile when you felt the vibrations of his chuckles rumble from his chest
“You should know me well enough by now angel,” he kicked open his door, closing it back with the heel of his shoe, “I like to play,”
You sure fucking hoped so
You shrieked when he threw you down on his bed, hopping on top of you and holding you down so you couldn’t move
“Peter!” you whined, giggling when his fingers trailed up your side
“What’s wrong angel?” he kissed your noise, moving to kiss your cheeks, your forehead and finally a small peck on your pouty lips, “Do you not like this,”
“No, no, no,” you cupped his face, keeping him still do you could look at him directly, “I love this,”
“good,” he whispered, bumping his nose against yours, lips brushing against each other, “Good,”
“great,” you whispered back, hesitantly raising your head to connect your soft lips on his
It was slow, reminding you of the first time you kissed in the park, trying to figure out you’d lead, you’d follow. Getting the timing right when opening your mouths, and tilting your heads at the right angle for the perfect combination of comfort and touch
It was almost like he was memoizing the motion, stopping after every movement before continuing again sometimes with the same thing or trying out something new
Soon enough his hands gripped the side of your waist, pulling you up slightly to flip the both of you over so that you were on top
He pulled you closer, your chest practically moulding into his when his tongue swiped along your bottom lips, asking for entrance
You gave it to him immediately, letting him explore your mouth in any way he wanted
It went on like that for a few minutes, just the two of you sloppily making out in the middle of his bed. You tried to take it a bit further, grinding your hips subtly but his grip tightened and he pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours
“I missed that angel,” he whispered, grinning at your small giggle
“Me too,” you paused, letting out a shaky breath, trying to recover from the kiss and ignore the wet feeling in your pants, “Could I ask you something?”
“Anything,”
It was now or never, “Why did you stop?”
“Well I- uh, didn’t think you would want to kiss for the rest of the day,” he laughed to cover the crack in his voice, “I know I’m irresistible angel, but you don’t want to wear me out so soon,”
You bit your lip, “But what if that’s what I want?”
Peter’s eyes widened as he shifted on the bed, “You- you want that?”
“Only if you do,” you started to regret your words, “You know what? Just forget I said anything-”
He quickly cut you off with a kiss making you gasp lightly at the sudden contact, “I want that more than anything,” he said quickly, “It’s just- I don’t want to force you into anything, didn’t want to make you feel obligated in any way,”
“I- I want this peter,” your said, feeling the heaviness on your chest disappear, “I want this with you,”
“Are you sure?”
“More than anything.”
“Okay, okay,” he nodded, trying to hid his smile as he lifted you off his lap, laying you gently on the bed, “Hold on, I’ll be right back,”
You watched with your head tilted in confusion when peter walked out of the room only to come back with a blindfold in his hands
“Petey, as much as i would love to, you know it’s my first time and uh-”
He quickly caught on to what your implying, burning bright red, “No, no, no that’s not what this is for,” he scratched the back of his neck, “I want your first time to be special and this is a bit rushed but I want to surprise you and make it nice,”
“Oh,” you stood up, “Okay yeah,”
Peter walked behind you, gently laying the blindfold around your eyes and tying it behind your head. He leaned down to place a cheeky kiss on your neck, trailing up to behind your ear
“Stay here,” he demanded softly before stepping away leaving you frozen in place
He couldn’t help but stand back for a few minutes and admire your state. Your feet were tilted inward, hands rubbing your shoulders with your head tilted down
The perfect display of submission
But he had to kick those thought aside, just for today
After a couple of minutes of waiting, you jumped when you felt hands on your arms, calming when you recognised the rough skin
“Are you ready?” he could hear the smile in his words
“Yes,”
The blind fold feel from your face, your eyes blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light
But it was a lot darker than before, the lights dimmed drawing attention to the groups of candles sitting on his nightstand. The sheets were different as well, the white blankets replaced with soft black ones, the grey pillows now red with intricate designs sewn into them
“It isn't much but, I hope it’s everything you dreamed it would be,”
“It’s that and more Peter,” you smiling, turning around in his arms to place a quick kiss to his cheek, “Now it’s time for my surprise,”
You pushed him down on the edge of the bed, turning around and taking off your hoodie, shuffling out of your black tights to reveal the lingerie 
You turned around with a harsh exhale, feelings small under his gaze
“fuck, you were ready for tonight weren’t you baby?”
You fiddled with your fingers in front of him, “MJ helped me,”
“Figured,” he took your hand, pulling you back to gently straddle his waist, “You’d be beautiful in a potato sack angel, you have nothing to worry about,”
You shook your head, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and settling in his lap, “I find that hard to believe,”
“Then let me show you,”
He leaned in, kissing your lips briefly and pulling back, smirking when you mindlessly chased them
“tease,” you muttered, your forehead falling against his
“You love it,” 
“Yeah, yeah I do,”
You both leaned back in, your mouths perfectly in sync as your lips moved against one another, the practise before hand helping tremendously  
Your arms tightened around his neck, your hands running through his soft brown locks, tugging lightly on the strands
He groaned into your mouth, bitting the your bottom lip and pulling lightly, “You’re going to be the death of me angel, you know that?”
You only giggled, “Seems more like a you problem,”
“Oh? Is that how it is,”
You nodded shyly, playing with the edge of his shirt, “I just think it’s unfair that I’m the only one without a shirt on,”
Peter bit his bottom lip, reaching down and pulling off his shirt and connecting your lips right after. He hooked his arms under your thighs, lifting you up as he stood and lying you back down on the bed
He moved his lips from yours, down your throat to your colour bone, leaving his own marks in the process
Sealing you as his
And his only
“Can I?” he gestured to the front clip of your bra
You nodded, lost in the feelings of his lips on your skin
“Words angel,”
“Yes, yes please,”
He laughed, “Didn’t even get to the main event and you’re already begging for me,” 
You whined, “Peter,”
“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, unclipping the garment, helping you raise slightly so he could fully discard it to the side
“Beautiful,” he whispered before latching his mouth on your left nipple, stimulating the other with his forefinger and thumb
“Oh my god,” your hand shot to his hair, tugging at them slightly while the other took the sheets tightly in its palm
“Feeling good angel?” he smirked knowing damn well the answer
He just wanted to hear you say it
“So good Peter,”
He chuckled, switching to the other nipple, “We haven’t even reached the good part Y/n,”
You only let out a shaky sigh, your hand falling from his hair once he started to move further down your body
He liked that he could make you melt with the minimum things he could do
He wanted to remind you that he had the power to do so
And you enjoyed it
Your back arched when he kissed down your stomach, his fingers trailing down the side and hooking them on the lace of your panties
He looked up at you, waiting for your confirmation 
“Please,” you said once again, raising your legs slightly so he could take them off easily
“So needy,” he muttered, taking them off in once motion, crawling back up to place himself between your thighs, “Going to make you feel so good angel, so fucking good,”
His arms wrapped themselves snuggly around the base of your leg, pulling your core down closer to his face
“Ready?” he purred, trailing kisses up your thigh
“Yes,”
“Good.”
He took a bold lick up the length of your pussy, his tongue swirling around the bud of your clit
“Holy fuck Peter!” you shouted, bitting down on your finger to suppress your noise
“No, no, no angel I want to hear you,” he almost growled, “I want to hear you scream for me, know that I’m the only one that would ever get to hear and make you feel this way,”
His possessiveness turned you on even more
You slowly moved your hand from your mouth, placing it down by your side as peter continued eating your pussy like a starved man, listening to your moans and paying attention to your sudden jerks and reactions to his movements
“Taste so good angel, fuck. I’ve been fantasising about this moment ever since I laid eyes on you,” his fingers started to play with your lips, “The things i’ve wanted to do you, to absolutely ravish you, make you my own” he plunged his finger slowly into you, his strength keeping you pressed against the mattress, “But that’s for later, today is all about you,”
You couldn't even form a word when he added a second finger, sending your head back against the pillows. It was so much, his mouth toying with your clit, his fingers entering you that were so much thicker than yours, hitting places that made your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure
With the third finger you could feel something change, a sudden spike run up your body, clearing your mind of everything but the feelings of your high quickly approaching
“Peter I-”
“Going to cum angel? Gonna cum all over fingers?”
“Yes Peter fuck!”
“Go ahead Y/n, cum for me,”
You high reached with his words, shaking your body. Peter slowed his pace, dragging out your orgasm for as long as possible
He crawled back up your body, stilling his fingers inside of you while littering your blown out face with kisses, awarding you with his touch
“You did so well angel,” he whispered, “So fucking well,”
“Really milking the use out of that name huh?” you managed to mummer, throwing your arms lazily around his neck, not wanting him to leave any time soon
“Do you want me to change it?” he teased, pulling out his fingers, muttering a small sorry when you winced
He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your wetness of his skin while more continued to form at his dirty display
“How about...” his fingers popped out of his mouth, moving to caress your face, leaving a trail of his spit down your cheek, “Princess, my pretty princess,”
Your legs clenched at his tone and new name, making Peter giggle, “Princess it is then,”
He reached over to his bedside table, grabbing a condom and ripping the package open. He rolled the plastic on his impressing length, making you both drool and scared that that’s what was going inside of you
When he took off his sweatpants? you didn’t know
He flipped the both of you over for what felt like the hundredth time that day. His hands were tight on your hips, keeping you hovered over his hard cock
“We go at your pace okay?” his looked at you with dark eyes, “Are you sure that-”
You cut him off with a messy kiss, taking his member into your hand and guiding it to your hole 
“You talk to much,” you mumbled, taking the red tip inside you with a groan
He moaned with you, your pussy tight and snug 
“Take it easy,” he whispered, whipping off a bead of sweat that began to form on your forehead, “We have all the time in the world,”
“So big,” you whimpered, slowly take him inch by inch. Soon enough you started to loose balance on your knees, falling forward with your hands on his chest and your thighs relaxing, letting him bottom out inside of you
“Fuck,” you both said in unison, letting out a breathy laugh
“It kinda hurts,” 
“Well I’m not exactly average in that department-”
You scoffed, moving around on his lap, trying to find a comfortable position
“Tell me how you’re feeling princess,”
“It- it’s getting better,” you were fully relaxed now, “I- I want to start moving,”
“Go ahead Y/n,” he raised himself up so that his chest was pressed against yours, “I’ll guide you okay?”
“Okay, okay,”
You started moving up and down, more so just humping his body because your legs already starting to feel weak
But peter was patient with you, constantly making sure you were okay and keeping his eyes on your body
Not like he wanted to take them of of you
You looked angelic above him
No wonder the name suited you so much
Your mouth open, hips moving slowly bringing the both of you pleasure you’ve never experience before
He wanted to keep that picture in his mind forever, framed in his memory
Because you weren’t some girl at a party he picked up or guy he drunkly made out with
You were someone he loved, with all his heart 
That trusted him enough to share this moment with him
And just perfect an every way
“You’re doing so well princess,” he groaning, staring to rut his hips back into yours, making your moans grow even louder
“Fuck,” you fell against his chest, “Peter,”
“You want me to take control princess? Too fucked out already?” he couldn’t help himself while muttering those words, getting lost in the feeling of you
“Please peter I can’t-” he cried, “Please,”
“I got you princess,” he planted his feet on the mattress, thrusting up roughly into you, “I always got you,”
He began pounding into you, gradually getting faster and faster as your whines and moans grew louder and louder
Your second orgasm was quick on its way, and with Peter’s pace becoming irregular, you could tell he was almost there as well
“So fucking tight princess,” he groaned, pressing his cheek against yours, “Are you close,”
You mewled in response
“Cum with me princess, scream my name and cum on my cock,”
“Peter!” you shouted, cumming hard on his member and sagging against his chest
You could feel the condom begin to fill up inside of you, his hips stilling against yours
Part of you wondered how it would feel shooting inside of you without the protection
From there it was a blur, the feelings of peters lips against your skin, his arms wrapped around you, something cold and wet moving across your body
You caught your bearings when Peter pulled you into his chest, his shirt now covering your form along with the same fluffy blankets that covers the couch downstairs
Peter started, “That was-” 
“Amazing,” you finished for him, giggling and cuddling further into his chest
Peter looked down at you, his hand caressing your face like he did moments before but this time his touch was filled with comfort and reassurance, “Are you alright?”
“Better than I’ve ever been,” you giggled, peter chuckling along with you
“I think I’m going to need to start adding names to that list,” 
You looked up at him, “Like what?”
He sighed, a sly smile forming on his face
“I think I’ll start off with my little slut,”
...
fun fact, this was originally gonna be different types of frat peter like cocky, soft etc like some fucking frat peter multi verse but i just lost interest halfway through. 
My mind just said no♥️ so i scraped that and this was born instead
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torilovestowrite · 4 years ago
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Dabi x Reader; Try Again pt. 8
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Synopsis: Years ago, (Y/n) was left by her villain boyfriend, Dabi after discovering an unexpected news. Ever since then, she never had a lover— focusing on her only son, Yuta. Later on, she meets Todoroki Touya— a new co-worker who seem to be persistent towards winning her heart and attention.
Ship: Dabi x Fem! Reader
❗❗❗Content Warning: Mentions of Abortion, Unplanned Pregnancy, Manga spoilers, Dabi is a Todoroki theory
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"Yuta L/n, you're not going out!" Y/n strictly reprimanded as she tried to keep her son still from his position, lying on bed with a cold towel on his forehead.
It was during a Wednesday when Yuta, y/n's son, had a fever that reached over 41 degrees. Y/n felt threatened about this because her son has never reached this temperature. It's too high— and he also stated something about his body feeling heavy. What could be happening?
"B-but... we're about to watch a movie in school today! I don't want to miss it!" Yuta began bawling his eyes out while Y/n sighed at his dramatic tone. Does it really have to be like this? Yuta has to be emotional and sensitive every time he gets sick? This only reminds her of him— the way he would caress her soft hands every time she would tend his wounds every after a tiring day— the man he used to love, Dabi, would appear to be more gentle and affectionate every time he gets worn out... or ill.
"We're going to watch a movie while you take a rest here at home, okay?" Y/n gently tapped her son's side in an attempt to make him close his eyes and sleep. "For now, take a rest. Or else, it would take longer before you could go outside."
Immediately, Yuta turned his back from his mother in an attempt to be more comfortable; and to have a good sleep. Y/n smiled at his actions. Good thing, her son has always been considerate on her hardwork and the way she disciplines him.
It wasn't too long until she heard a notification from her phone— a message coming from Touya.
touya ❣ : good morning y/n. how's ur pretty face doing?
It's been four months since y/n realized her feelings for Touya. Both of them started dating two months ago and so far, he has been understanding towards her obligations as a mother. Most of their dates included Yuta and there are times when Touya would volunteer to watch over him while she's away during her day shifts. Y/n could never ask for anything— Touya was doing his job greatly; as a boyfriend and as a paternal figure to Yuta.
you : yeah, i'm all good babe. thanks for asking. but yuta's sick rn... i dont really have anyone to take care of him and i need to go for my day shift.
touya ❣ : you want me to go for it? i mean, i only work during nights anyways
Y/n's smile lit up as she read his message. Finally! She thought. She could go to work!
you: sure thing babe 💗✨
Few more minutes, when Yuta has finally travelled to dreamland, Y/n left the house, wearing her thick f/c coat with her hair styled to become more neat-looking. Another day for work, she thought.
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It's been two hours since Touya arrived in Y/n's home. Using the spare key under her house's doormat, he decided to enter her house that was silent when he went inside. Until he heard a child's high-pitched scream coming from Yuta's bedroom. His instinct caused him to immediately run towards this direction; but what he saw caused a heavy sensation in his chest. Those familiar blue flames that was once his signature— as Dabi; the heartless villain who claimed 30 innocent lives.
"U-Uncle T-Touya!" Yuta cried in panic while his right hand was burning with blue and heated fire. "W-What should I do?! M-my—"
"Breathe." Touya immediately replied as he kneeled next to him, rubbing his back with his huge and rough hands. "You have to control your breathing and your emotions. You have to control it because the more you panic, the more it will get stronger."
Yuta closed his eyes and focused in calming himself down— taking deep breaths and thinking about things that he liked in life— ice cream, Y/n, Uncle Touya, pro-heroes... all the things that makes him happy. Slowly, the fire became smaller and smaller— until nothing appeared on his hands.
"I-It's gone! The blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as a grin crept on his face. "Did you see that awesome thing on my hand, Uncle Touya?! That must be my quirk, right?"
"Yes, it's an awesome quirk that you have." Touya smiled sadly as he stared at the young and naive child— as if he was seeing his past self; the pure child who was corrupted by his father's evil desires and deeds. It was all fun and games knowing he has an awesome quirk like that... until his father, Enji Todoroki, decided to ruin everything for him.
But he swore to be someone better than him; to be a man suitable to be called a father.
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That afternoon, Y/n arrived at her home with such beautiful sight; Touya and Yuta scooped in each others' arms while the movie was left streaming. She smiled at the sight. It was so cute. For a few seconds, she almost believed that Touya was Yuta's father. The young mother couldn't help it but to take a picture of the two while having their peaceful slumber.
"I saw you," Touya spoke, "Delete it."
Y/n giggled as Touya stood up from his position as he tried to grab the phone away from her hands. It was such a cute sight. She was sticking her tongue out while she was trying to chase him. Y/n couldn't help but to feel as if they were all.. what? 17? Whatever, it felt cute, though.
"Yeah, whatever. Have that pic all you want. You can even make it your wallpaper." Y/n got her cheeks pinched by him as he gave her a light kiss on the nose. "I'm going now, sweet cheeks, I'm attending night shift for tonight."
"Sure, sure." Y/n smiled, planting a kiss on his cheek, as she watched his lean and toned figure leave their house. All that's left is her and Yuta. Slowly, his eyes opened to see his mother watching him sleep.
"Mommy?" Yuta spoke in a drowsy tone.
Y/n responded, hugging her son beside her while his eyes still looked sleepy. Seems that the sleep wasn't enough for him, huh? The young lady laughed at this, ruffling his hair, and deciding to ask him. "How was your day with Uncle Touya? Is it better than it was when you're at school?"
The young lad aggressively nodded and decided to tell Y/n the greatest thing that he discovered today.
"My quirk just manifested, ma! I have blue flames!" Yuta exclaimed as he tried to show it off with the tip of his fingers. Y/n's eyes widened at this— it created a tingling feeling in her heart. It was like a slap on her face. Yuta is really Dabi's son, isn't he?
"T-That's awesome." Y/n replied, trying to stop tears from flowing.
While her son was still busy talking about his day, her hands were able to feel something on the couch. It was... hard. She pulled out to see a black leather wallet. Did Touya forget his stuff here? Y/n sighed at his forgetfulness. Well, he's a person, she thought, so he has flaws too.
"Did Uncle Touya forget that, ma?" Yuta asked in a polite tone. "Bring it back to him tomorrow, okay?"
Y/n smiled at what he said. She really raised her son well. "Sure!"
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It was night time. Yuta went back to sleep and Y/n was busy contemplating inside her room— walking back and forth; thinking about whether she should check his stuff or what.
It's not what others would think. It's just that it's been two months since they got together but Touya only says few things about himself. All she knew is that his parents are living overseas and he's left alone here. He has siblings who lived with their parents in abroad. Nothing more, nothing less.
Aside from that, it wouldn't hurt to peek just a little bit, right?
Y/n sighed as she finally came to a conclusion to check his wallet to see if there's something that would tell more about himself. It's not like she was nosy. She just wants to get to know him at a better level. He's quite of a silent and mysterious guy himself, which got the young lady curious about him.
Of course, there was nothing new; just few IDs, bunch of credit cards (which Y/n thought was odd because if he had this much money, why would he work in an old bar as a bartender), and a thin wad of cash. Nothing else— until something that was so unordinary in her eyes— fell.
Her eyes widened as she saw that memoribilia. No words could come out from her mouth. Her vision felt so dark; as if it was slowly fading; and her heart hurt so much. Only tears could come out from her eyes. No scream, no words, no phrases— simply, nothing.
"Y-you..." Her fists clenched tightly as her form started shaking— she didn't know what to feel. Is it anger, sadness, remorse— what should she feel first? She began to wail as she stared and touched at this object from the past. Whatever that happened was too painful for her to bear.
"You fooled me... Dabi."
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That night, Touya was looking for his wallet. It was nowhere to be found; not even in his car. Maybe he left it at your place? Well, whatever the circumstances are, he was hoping that none of you would be able to find it. Maybe, he'd drive towards your place again and—
His thoughts were interrupted as his phone rang. The caller ID showed Y/n— and a selfie that she sent him as the profile picture. Immediately, he answered it.
"Hello, bab—"
"Don't you babe me. We have to talk." Y/n's voice sounded cold and harsh. She was angry... and he knew it. Touya knew that tone several years ago; and if he hears that, he knows that hell will break because of her wrath.
"What is it?"
"Stop acting dumb." Y/n scoffed.
"How the hell are you alive, Dabi?"
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a/n: i kinda did stop updating this but like bnha chapter 290 got me like 😭😭😭😭 dabi can i give u a hug plspslslslsl 😗😗
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chemiste · 5 years ago
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Voicemail. ~one-shot~
a/n: howdy babes, last night i was reading through @toothpastekissy​ masterlist, basically gobbling up everything and came upon Leaked Feelings! I loved the concept of it so I decided to write my own version :) lmk if y’all want a part two!
ALSO, i recorded myself singing both songs i wrote for harry,,,, if ya want to know the tunes i was thinking for them, comment if you want them and ill post em.
my masterlist
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There they were.
The leaked files.
When you got a call at 4 am this morning, you did not expect your publicist to be telling you some of your exes songs were leaked.
“What’s that got to do with me?” You asked, still half asleep.
“They’re about you, Y/N.”  Well now you’re awake.
“What?” You shot up out of bed, padding over to your white desk, fuzzy pink socks on your feet. You opened your laptop and jumped onto twitter, scrolling through with one hand while the other held your phone. #StylesLeak was trending worldwide, as was #Y/N.
HarryUpdates tweeted:
OMG OMG RED ALERT WE GOT LEAK SONGS Y’ALL
FineFuckinLine tweeted:
OOF, what the fucccccck did harry do to Y/N? These are all apology songs!!! No wonder the break up was hush hush
E!News tweeted :
Hey everyone! We know Harry Styles and Y/N L/N stans are up early this morning! Leaked songs from Harry sales have been put out on the web for everyone to see. The two singers had called it quits 3 years ago, but now they’re the trending topic again! #shipname is now trending #1 worldwide, I didn’t ever think we’d see that one again! Go to our website for more!
You heard you publicist let out a big sigh, you put your phone on speaker and set it down on the desk next to you so you could keep looking.
“There are 7 songs, and each one has your name in it or as the title.”
It was a bit of shock, to say the least.
You had hung up with your publicist a while ago and were now debating on whether to listen to the songs or not, you had found a fan account that had the leaked files all ready to go for your entertainment, but something made you hesitate clicking the url.
“You Bastard!” You screamed, shoving him back into the wall. 
Mascara was streaming down your face, the satin red cocktail dress you wore now crumpled as your crouched to grab your suitcase from underneath the bed.
“Please listen, it’s not what you think—“ Harry started, you whipped around to the man before you, fire burning in your eyes.
“Oh, really Harry? How is me hearing you say ‘yeah Y/N is alright, but gotta keep the media happy ya know’ on a voicemail I probably wasn’t supposed to get not what I think?” 
Quickly, you zipped the bag closed, kicking your heels off and shoving your feet into your beat up converse. He let out an exasperated breath, tears starting to shine in his eyes.
“I—I was drunk Y/N! I was with some friends just joking around and—“ 
“Drunk words are sober thoughts Harry.” 
You snapped back, slipping your tench coat on and racing for the stairs, luggage in hand. You rubbed away the endless tears running down your face as you made it to the living room, collecting your keys.
H raced down after you, mumbling over words—
‘Excuses’, You thought.
Right before you opened the front door, he grabbed your hand that was wrapped around the handle of your suitcase. 
“Please Y/N, can’t we just sit down and talk this out—“ 
“There’s nothing to talk about Harry, you made that perfectly clear when I had to listen to you compare me some ‘other models’ while at a very important record dinner! I had to fucking sit there, eyes on me, and act like you weren’t ripping my heart out one word at a time!” 
You snatched your hand out of his and moved out the door, 
“Don’t call me,” was the last thing you said before slamming the door shut.
Bringing back those memories was something you didn’t want to do, it had been 3 years since the break up. Harry didn’t come after you, even though a part of you wished he had. Wished he had tried harder to get you back. But alas, shortly after, he started dating a model, Camile or something, and your relationship was tossed aside like yesterdays newspaper. 
You moved back and forth with your mouse on the link, eventually you closed the page. Instead of fully chickening out, you decided to go to your favorite platform for celebrity gossip, tumblr.
“At least one of his die-heart fans must have the lyrics written down already.” 
You mumbled to yourself, logging into your secret side blog about cats, Captain America, and cute outfits. 
After not that much digging you found a blog, harrysmygod, (you definitely rolled your eyes at the name) had a whole posting written out about it already.
“They’re sure on top of everything, I’ll give them that.”
You started to read.
Hello my harries! 
So if you’ve been up these past few hours, something big has happened! HARRY STYLES HAD SOME FUCKING SONGS LEAKED!!! And no, I don’t mean songs that could have been on the FineLine album, I mean OLD songs! 
And they’re about, you know my fav girl, Y/N! Now, we know their break up 3 years ago was very quick and hush-hush, not much details ya know? 
BUT WE GOT THE JUICE NOW LADIES!! 
The boy wrote 7 songs that got leaked, and you wonder why I know they’re about her? Y/N is a lyric or title word used in all of them! Thats right, all 7 songs. I’ve done the best thing for everyone and written out the lyrics for you to look through, I’ve only kept one chorus and each new verse, if you listen to the song and its repeated I only wrote it down one for you, blah blah you get it? 
Great! Heres the first one, it’s called Voicemail.
You took a deep breath and scrolled down.
The look on your face,
The hurt in your eyes,
Made me realize, my lover was gone,
I never got to say goodbye.
Oh, Oh, Ah, Oh.
The words I had said, not true,
I’m so sorry you heard them too.
When you came home in that dress,
Mascara dripping onto your chest.
I knew I had fucked up,
One voicemail turning us to dust.
If you ever hear this song,
Know that I was wrong,
You were the best thing in my life,
Now those flames have turned to ice.
Oh, Oh, Ah, Oh.
Y/N, please remember the love we once had together,
So I know I am real
And then maybe, we could try to heal.
Heaaaaaaaaaal.
Wow you guys, this SONG! Totally sucks that harry didn’t mean to release them cause totally invasion of privacy (sorry harry), but lucky for us we’ve got some info on what happened between Y/N and him! 
I’m thinking maybe a voicemail gone wrong? They could have been in a fight and he said something that cut too deep? Lmk what you guys think, heres the next on called Gone.
You scrolled through them, you read all the songs. Lover’s Funeral, Drunk Thoughts, Empty Seat, Your Sock Drawer, and then finally, Y/N.
Alright, we’ve made it to the last song my dudes. And personally it’s my favorite!!!! This was the last song leaked, but I feel the most important. Here’s Y/N.
Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,
You make my heart fly,
I feel as though I could touch the sky,
I only need your love to try.
My love, love, love
You shine brighter than any star above.
Make me count everyday,
I should have tried to make you stay.
Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N
I know we can agree
That I’m a bastard
Im a flake,
You made the right choice
Walking out on me
But could I have
A second chance,
I know it would be worth it
In the end
Because I’d get,
On one knee,
And promise myself to you
For all eternity.
Oh, Y/N Y/N Y/N
My love, love, love
Oh, Y/N Y/N Y/N
My love, love, love
You gasped, basically jumping away from the computer like it was on fire. Thoughts raced through your mind, you grabbed your head, trying to keep it all together. 
He wanted to marry you? Impossible. 3 Years ago this man was thinking about proposing, then how could he say all those horrible things about you?
“He’s not worth another heartbreak, stop it, stop it!” You chanted to yourself.
While you paced back and forth making a dint in your soft white carpet, you had tuned out the notifications for instagram, twitter, and calls coming through to you. 
But then a certain dial tone popped up that you had only set for one person.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
You glanced to your phone on the table and froze.
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent you a message.
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent you a message.
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent a voice file “Mrs. Styles.”
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent a voice file “I Should Have Fought.”
Bastard (wasn’t allowed to block, fuck PR)
Sent a voice file “I’m Sorry.”
<3
here’s part 2!!!!!!!!!
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ladyfogg · 4 years ago
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May I? - 23/?
May I? - 23/? 
Fic Summary: Ensign Faith Diaz struggles to hide her mental illness from her fellow shipmates aboard the Enterprise until an intrigued Data goes out of his way to try to understand her behavior. At his insistence, Faith tries to figure out what she’s truly passionate about and eventually seeks the professional help she needs. Fic Masterpost.
Fic Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Data/Female OC
Warnings: tw: depression, tw: anxiety, fluff, friends to lovers, eventual smut
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Sharing a space with someone else was a new experience for Data. He had spent hours on end with Faith in the past, however, having her there with him after his shift or on his days off brought a new level of intimacy. His bed was now their bed and his quarters were now their quarters. 
Her clothes hung in the closet next to his. He even had set up a terminal for her across the room from his and occasionally they worked together. 
The transition did have a few minor inconveniences as sharing a space normally would. However, through communication, the two were able to establish boundaries. For example, Faith would pick up after herself and Data would not rearrange her belongings without asking.
All in all, it was a positive experience. 
They had not told many people about the arrangement. Data had improved on keeping the details of their relationship private, limiting any questions to a select number of confidants. 
With his and Faith's relationship on solid ground, Data turned his focus to his upcoming art show. The closer the date approached, the more it consumed his thoughts. He found himself having difficulty narrowing down which paintings to showcase as he had painted thousands over the years. Faith helped with the event details themselves, such as food, decorations, etc. It was turning into a wonderful joint effort between the two.
Data sat at his console, running diagnostics while simultaneously organizing his artwork yet again. He heard the door open and glanced up to find Faith entering their quarters.
"Ten Forward is looking great," she said. "Guinan took over decorating and kicked me out." When she saw him at his console, she sighed. "You were there when I left hours ago. Shouldn't you take a break?"
"You are well aware I do not need to rest." Data continued to work. "The show is twenty-two hours away and I have yet to decide on which paintings to display. Aside from the ones involving you, of course."
Faith crossed the room and moved to stand behind him. Her hands ran up his arms to rest on his shoulders. "There is such a thing as over-thinking, babe. You need a distraction."
"There is not much that can consume my thoughts enough to qualify as a distraction."
Data found his console blocked by Faith as she slid her body onto the smooth surface. Her legs moved to trap him between them, forcing Data to look up to meet her eye.
"I can think of one thing," she said with a flirtatious smirk.
Intrigued, Data studied her. "You are attempting to seduce me in order to take my mind off my problem."
"Correct." Faith cupped his face as she leaned forward, eyes shining with excitement. "Also, I believe making love in a work-like setting was on your list. Number thirty-two, right?"
"Thirty-three," Data corrected. "Thirty-two involved the armchair, remember?"
"Mmmm, yes I do."
When she kissed him, Data closed his eyes and surrendered to the sensation. He had grown used to the strange tugging feeling in his stomach when they touched and the way his hands seemed to move on their own accord, coming to rest on Faith's thighs. 
Before they could go any further, however, Data found his mind too preoccupied. He drew back and gave her an apologetic smile.
"I am afraid it is not working."
Faith smiled back, running her hand through his hair. "It was worth a try. I figured it would be a long shot. Do you want me to leave so you can keep working?"
"I would rather you stay."
Faith slid off the console and placed a kiss on his forehead. "Whatever you need."
Data returned to work. "I would appreciate your input on the pieces for the show."
"Of course! Did you narrow down which ones you want to focus on?"
"I have settled on one-hundred and twelve possible paintings and combinations."
Faith blanched. "You might want to pair it down a little further."
"I am aware."
"Have you tried laying them out and looking at them?"
"I do not understand how that will help."
Faith smiled at him while she stroked his hair. "I know you have your lists running through that amazing mind of yours, but an art show is about visuals. So, maybe you should choose based on that."
Data had not considered such an approach. "It is worth a try."
He stood and the two of them went into the next room. Every surface aside from the bed had paintings either propped up on or leaning against it. Each time Data thought of a painting, he had taken it out of storage and the result was a room filled with various works of art. 
As Faith spread the potential paintings around, Data studied them closely. All he could see were the change in techniques. How his style shifted each time he studied another artist or how the colors changed when he focused on color theory. 
Remembering Faith's comment about visuals, he concluded that style and color were not exactly what she had been referring to. So he focused on the subjects instead. Once he began following that train of thought, he started to move the paintings around himself. 
Faith stepped back and let him work as he picked up speed. Eighteen minutes later, he stopped, taking a few steps back.
Without realizing it, Data had selected paintings of his friends and family. He stared at the collection of faces, reliving his memories of each one.
In the beginning were Dr. Soong and his wife; his parents whom he had never really gotten to know. There was one of Lore, his brother and rival, yet no less a part of Data than anyone else.
Commander Riker followed, someone who Data looked up to and came to think of as one of his closest friends. Lieutenant Worf, Wesley, Dr. Crusher, were showcased as well. He had learned so much from each of them and cherished their friendships. Guinan and Counselor Troi had been instrumental in his growing relationship with Faith. Their advice and wisdom was something he would always value.
Captain Picard's place among the collection was well-earned. He was not only Data's captain but had advocated for him when no one else would. Without him, Data had no doubt he would not be where he was. 
Spot was no less important than anyone else. Through his cat, Data had learned to take care of another being. Geordi was his first and best friend. Data had come to think of him as family and hoped the sentiment was returned.
At first, Data had hesitated to include Tasha due to their intimate history. However, she was and always would be special to him and Faith knew of their past. When he first told her, they spoke for hours about Tasha. Data felt if Tasha were still with them, she and Faith would have been fast friends.
Lal stared up at him from the painting, captured exactly as she had been when she was alive. Data still had her memories and accessed them from time to time. The idea of creating another android child had not left him, though it was a discussion he and Faith would have to have when they were further along in their relationship.
The final paintings were of Faith. The first one of her he had even done, leading up to the stars one he had shared with her weeks ago.
As Data was studying his work, Faith came up next to him and slipped her arms around his waist.
"I love it," she said.
"Does this look visually pleasing?"
"It's more than that. It's beautiful to see all the people who made a difference in your life."
"Then, these are the paintings I will display."
Faith beamed up at him. "I'm so proud of you."
The way her face lit up as she looked at him gave Data that feeling again and he bent his head to kiss her. 
"I must go relieve Commander Riker from the bridge, and you must sleep. Tomorrow will be a busy day for both of us," Data said.
"Don't remind me. My brain is already spinning with everything that still needs to get done."
"I shall make you your tea before I leave. Do you wish for me to stay until you fall asleep?"
"No, no. I'll be okay. Besides, you have duties to attend to." 
Data replicated Faith's evening tea while she changed into her sleep clothes. Once she climbed into bed, Spot slunk out from behind the chair where she had been hiding and took her usual place at Faith’s feet. It pleased Data to see his cat warm up to Faith so much. 
"Thank you, babe," Faith said, taking the teacup from him. "If I'm not awake when you get back, feel free to wake me. I have some diagnostics I have to run before preparing for the show."
"Faith, you should set aside downtime for yourself as well. I appreciate all your help but I have noticed you have not properly rested in many weeks."
“What do you mean? I’m sleeping better than I have in years.”
“Sleep is not always the same as resting.”
With a sigh, Faith leaned back against the headboard, hands clutching her steaming mug. "Deanna said the same thing. I agree but I just don't know what I could do to take my mind off things."
"Perhaps we can spend time on the holodeck."
"Yeah but what program? My mind is blank."
"I can create a program for you if you trust me."
Faith smiled softly. "With my life. I'm sure I'll love whatever you come up with."
"Then I shall do so." He leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "Goodnight, mi alma."
"Goodnight, babe."
Data began creating said program by the time he left their quarters. He wanted it to be perfect, not just because he cared about Faith but because she had been such a big help with the show. 
When he arrived at the bridge, Commander Riker smiled at him. "There he is! How is the planning for the art show going?"
"Very well. Faith helped me decide which artwork to display."
"That girlfriend of yours is a gem." Riker stood to allow Data to take the captain's chair. "You're a lucky man."
"Thank you, Commander. I believe so too. Will you and Counselor Troi be able to attend the show?"
Riker smiled wider and clapped him on the back. "Wouldn't dream of missing it."
As he turned to go, Data realized he would like Riker's advice on helping Faith relax. "Commander, may I ask you a question of a personal nature?"
Riker stopped, his eyebrow quirked in amusement. "Sure, what's on your mind?"
Data stepped closer and lowered his voice to avoid others overhearing. "I have offered to create a holodeck program to help Faith relax. As you are aware, it has been a stressful time for her and she has difficulty resting when she’s not working. What would you suggest?"
"A program is all well and good, Data, but what Faith really needs is shore leave. She needs time off the ship and not spent in a crashed shuttle or being held captive."
"It is difficult enough to convince her to take time off on the Enterprise. It will be a task to get her to leave the ship."
"Well, I assumed you'd go with her. You both have plenty of personal shore leave available and you deserve a romantic vacation."
Data could follow Riker's logic. "That is an interesting idea. I shall work on that for the future as it will take some planning. In the meantime, what would you suggest for a holodeck program?"
"Sunset dinner on the beach," Riker said without hesitation. "Soothing, romantic, and leaves room for a moonlight swim if you catch my drift." He winked.
Data did not but he assumed the commander was referring to something intimate. "I see. Thank you, Commander."
Riker gave him another pat on the back and a smile before he took his leave.
Data had to switch his focus to his duties but kept building Faith's program in the back of his mind. His subroutine had specific perimeters for showing appreciation. He needed to put as much work into thanking Faith as she had put into helping him. He had often heard from his various male colleagues that anticipating their partner’s needs or showing adequate appreciation was difficult in a relationship. Data had thought as much for some time but that was no longer the case. As his and Faith’s relationship progressed, he found it easier to do so. His urge to make sure she was happy and healthy outweighed most anxieties about failing. Most. Not all. 
His shift was routine and once it was over and Captain Picard arrived to relieve him, Data returned to his quarters. Faith was still asleep when he returned, which pleased him. True to her earlier statement, she had been sleeping for longer, uninterrupted periods of time which he knew was good for her overall well-being. 
As he sat beside her, he admired her relaxed features. He appreciated seeing her void of the anxiety that so often took hold. Sometimes when she thought he was not paying attention, she would let her anxiousness show and her forehead would crease with worry. It was those times that Data was concerned about. With many good things happening around her, it made him curious about what could still be plaguing her ever-working mind. Counselor Troi had explained to him that anxiety and depression did not simply disappear because things were going well. But when Faith slept, Data noticed that was all gone.
He reached out to stroke her wavy hair. A moment later, she stirred, opening her eyes and giving him a sleepy smile. "Good morning." Her voice was soft and hoarse.
"Good morning, Faith. You asked me to wake you when I returned."
She gave a large yawn and a stretch. "I did, didn't I?" 
Data could tell sleep was not leaving her as quickly as it usually did. "Perhaps you should remain resting. No one would fault you for taking advantage of the time."
"But, I have diagnostics…"
"Are they urgent? Do Geordi or the captain need them today?"
"Well, no."
"Then go back to sleep." Data readjusted the blanket. "You can run them later."
She pondered his response before giving him a sly smile. “Or you can slide into bed with me and we can make out a little.”
Data was intrigued by her switch in priorities. He had known sex and physical contact could distract humans but it was interesting to witness it firsthand. Faith was quite driven and focused when it came to her work, but it seemed the thought of being sexual with Data was enough to change her mind about continuing her rest. 
He saw no reason to deny her request and found the idea acceptable. He stepped out of his shoes before sliding into bed with her. Once settled, he pulled her close. When their lips met, she no longer had any traces of sleep. Her body curled around his, her hands clinging to the front of his uniform. Per his program, his eyes closed while he kissed her and he focused on using his other senses. Her smell invaded his nostrils and the way her mouth moved against his activated his sexuality program. However, since Faith had not specified whether or not she wished to engage in intercourse, he shut the program down. 
“I love kissing you,” Faith mumbled, her sleep-addled brain making her more vocal about her feelings than she normally would be so early in the morning. “I can kiss you for hours.”
“While physically I will be able to do so, I do not believe you will.”
She chuckled, peppering his lips with kisses. “I can try.”
Data knew she was being facetious so he let the comment go without discussing exactly why that would not be advisable. He cupped her cheek and kissed her deeply, the way he knew she liked. At least, he concluded she appreciated such action. Her pulse tended to race faster and she often let out a small noise of appreciation. 
The results were instantaneous. Faith clung to Data even tighter, throwing her leg over his hip. He may have shut down his sexuality program a bit prematurely…
Before they continued, however, Data wished to discuss with her the idea of taking shore leave. Since she was so obviously relaxed, he thought she may be more agreeable to the idea in such a state. 
“Faith,” Data said in a hushed voice when she pulled away to catch her breath. “May I ask you a question?”
“Now?” Her response was not said with any annoyance or malice. It was more of a whine as she attempted to kiss him again. 
Data gently stopped her. “I realize my timing may interrupt our current intimate session, however, I promise it is relevant.”
“I was only teasing, Data. Of course you can ask your question. What’s on your mind?”
“While our duties on the Enterprise do not allow us to indulge in such intimate activities on a regular basis, I was wondering how you would feel about taking shore leave with me sometime in the near future.”
Faith pulled back to look him in the eye. “You want to take a vacation with me?”
“Is that not an activity most couples participate in?”
“It is. I’ve just never been on vacation with someone I’m dating. And the thought of taking shore leave always makes me feel so guilty. I mean, the Enterprise—”
“Can function without us for several days. It has done so numerous times in the past when neither of us was on board.”
She pursed her lips as she usually did when Data made a valid point. He allowed her to take her time answering, not wishing to rush the process or put pressure on her answer. “I’ll definitely consider it,” she concluded after a time. “It’s not that I wouldn’t love to have several long uninterrupted days with you in a comfy bed somewhere tropical. It’s just…” She trailed off. 
“Is your anxiety a factor?” 
Faith nodded. “I tried taking shore leave when I first joined Starfleet and for some reason, I could never relax enough to enjoy it. The guilt of being off having fun while my colleagues worked just felt wrong. it was always difficult to turn my brain off.”
“I do not believe humans can do such a thing. It is my understanding, that would be fatal.”
Faith chuckled, stroking his cheek. “Not literally. Figuratively,” she explained. “What I mean is, when I’m on vacation, I can’t help but worry about all the stuff I should be doing on the ship. What I could be helping with. It got to the point where shore leave made me more stressed than staying on board. So I stopped taking it.”
“Perhaps with me accompanying you, that can change,” Data suggested. “You do tend to lose track of time when we are in bed together.”
She gave him a sly smile as she drew closer once more. “Are you saying that I’ll be so distracted by your sexual prowess that I’ll forget all about the Enterprise?”
“When you phrase it that way, it does seem as though I was boasting,” Data realized. “I can assure you, that was not my intention.”
Faith chuckled and gave him a small peck on the lips. “I will take shore leave with you, but I’ll need some time in advance to get used to the idea. Is that okay?”
“I only wish for you to be comfortable and happy.”
“If you want me to be happy, kiss me again.”
Data obliged. 
They did not spend much longer in bed as there were still many preparations to complete before the art show. Hours later, after Faith assisted Data with carefully packing his paintings and transporting them to Ten Forward, she stepped away to get herself ready for the show. Data did not know what she meant but was unconcerned. He set about putting the paintings on display himself, readjusting them to account for the flow of the room or certain lighting. Data had just put the finishing touches on his work when Guinan approached him. 
“These look wonderful, Data,” she said with a proud smile. “Everyone is going to love them.”
“Thank you, Guinan. And may I say, you and Faith did a wonderful job with the decorations.”
Ten Forward had been transformed into an elegant art gallery. Faith had insisted on having what she called “finger foods” and various kinds of synthehol, all for the guests to graze at their leisure. 
Guinan looked around. “This was mostly Faith. She was adamant about making sure your art show was ‘perfect’. Her word, not mine. Said she even researched what other art shows look like. She really cares about you, Data.”
“That is good to know. She is special to me as well.”
“It’s more than that,” Guinan said, linking her arm with his. “Her feelings for you run deep. And while I know you are just developing feelings yourself, I want you to know how serious she regards her relationship with you.”
The tone of her voice led Data to believe her intentions were serious. He had known Guinan for some time and she would not make such a statement for no reason. 
“I appreciate your concern,” Data said. “But you need not worry. I am serious about our relationship as well. In fact, Faith and I have been sharing quarters for some weeks now.”
Guinan actually looked surprised. “Really?”
Data nodded. “We did not want to tell many people as Faith values her privacy. I am learning to appreciate it as well. I am also eager to continue this relationship with Faith. She is…” He could not find a word sufficient enough to describe exactly what Faith was to him. 
Thankfully, Guinan did not need him to finish his thought. She patted his hand, her smile widening. “I understand, Data. You better get ready. Your guests are going to be here shortly.”
There was not much left to do so Data took the time to do one more walk around the room, making sure his paintings were in the exact position to give them the best appearance. Eventually, Guinan opened the doors to Ten Forward, and Data’s friends and colleagues began to arrive. 
To his surprise, a large number of people began to file in. He imagined if he was capable of feeling nerves, he would certainly be feeling so. Having others experience his creative endeavors tended to heighten his senses to a degree. He found himself focusing on their expressions and stances, trying to decipher what they thought of his work. 
Geordi was among the first group of people to arrive. Data watched him walk through the show, admiring each of the paintings for a significant amount of time before approaching Data to congratulate him. 
“Data, this is spectacular,” he said, giving his friend a smile. “I’m really proud of you, buddy.”
“Thank you, Geordi. I hope you do not mind that I included a painting of you in the show.”
“Not at all. I’m honored and touched. I think these are some of your finest work.” Geordi looked around. “Where’s Faith?”
“I do not know,” Data admitted. “She helped me bring the paintings down and then said she had to go get…” He spotted her the moment she walked in and almost lost his train of thought. “...ready.”
Faith looked stunning. She was not dressed in her Starfleet uniform or formalwear. She had opted for a dark blue sleeveless dress that hugged her curved frame. While the front did not dip as low as the dress Fajo forced her to wear, it still accentuated her breasts. When she turned to greet Counselor Troi, Data noticed the back of the dress dipped provocatively, stopping just above her lower back. The skirt of it folded around her long legs when she walked, occasionally showing off a smooth leg through a slit in the side. Her hair was pinned up in a simple style which highlighted her natural waves. 
She was a vision of pure beauty.
Geordi followed Data’s gaze and smirked. “I’ll leave you to it,” he told his friend, before disappearing into the crowd. 
Data did not notice him leave. 
Faith caught Data staring and gave him a shy smile as she crossed the room to him. “Sorry I took so long,” she said, fidgeting with the dress. “I wanted to try something new and had to work up the nerve to actually leave our quarters.”
“Faith…” Data was speechless which was a strange feeling for him. “You look beautiful. I am honored you dressed so…” His eyes scanned her frame once more. “...exquisitely for my art show.”
“Well, it was more for you than the show.” She slipped her arm around his and smiled. “Shall we mingle then? Everyone seems so excited.”
Data had to admit, he found it difficult to focus on anything else with Faith on his arm. He found his gaze constantly drawn to the stray curl around her ear or the way the dress draped over her backside. Thankfully, she was more focused than he was and was able to draw his attention to those who were speaking to them. The compliments on his paintings came one after another. Person after person approached them to congratulate him on his work. His friends were each thrilled to be included. 
At one point during the evening, when Faith was engaged in conversation with Beverly, Data slipped away from her to approach Captain Picard. He had seen the captain enter Ten Forward some time ago but had been reluctant to engage with him until he had time to study the paintings. 
“Hello, Captain,” Data said, coming to stand by his commanding officer. “Thank you for taking the time to come to my show.”
“Data, I have to admit, I didn’t know what to expect when you told me you were putting together an art show,” Picard said. “This is wonderful. Seeing all of us depicted by your own hand is very moving.” They walked down the line together and Picard smiled at the image of him. “I will say, you could have at least made me look a tiny bit younger.”
Data recognized the light tone of Picard’s voice as a teasing one. “I shall keep that in mind for the future.”
At the painting of Tasha, Picard paused. Data recognized the sadness in his eyes. He often wondered how the Captain handled so many losses under his command. In the past, Data himself lacked the emotion to really dwell on such matters. But when Tasha died, that had changed. And now that he was with Faith, he could not imagine losing her in the same manner. It was a scenario he did not entertain. 
When they reached Faith’s paintings, Picard’s demeanor changed to a lighter one. He gave Data a look out of the corner of his eye, his eyebrow cocked in amusement. “You and Ms. Diaz certainly have come a long way in such a short time.”
“Sir, do you think our relationship has progressed too quickly?” Data asked. “I had my concerns about such a thing but was assured we should move at our own pace.”
“Mr. Data,” Picard said, giving the android his full attention. “I may not know a lot on the subject but I do know this: love is love. It is going to happen whether we wait or jump right in. I envy you, Mr. Data. What you and Ms. Diaz have is special.”
“You are not the first person to tell me such a thing.”
“That’s because it’s true. We can all see it. And we’re all happy for you.” He gave Data’s shoulder a brief squeeze before pulling away. “Now, tell me about this one here…”
By the time the last of the guests left Ten Forward, Data was ready to retire to his quarters. He imagined he was as close to tired as an android could be. Talking to so many people in such a short time was a lot. But there was another reason he was eager to leave. The entire evening he had been watching Faith and planning how to show her his appreciation for everything she had done for him. Guinan offered to clean up and all but shooed Faith and Data from the room. 
“That was wonderful!” Faith gushed as they stepped onto the turbo-lift. “Everyone loved your work. It was a magical evening. Some people even want to know when the next one will be. I don’t think I have the energy to even think about that let alone—”
Data silenced her with a deep kiss. Faith let out a noise of surprise, almost stumbling from the force of it until Data’s strong arm looped around her waist to catch her. He was overcome by a strange sensation pulsing through his body. When her mouth opened in surprise, he immediately slid his tongue past her lips. He could not understand it or contain it, causing him to kiss her with almost bruising force. Thankfully, he caught himself before he could accidentally hurt her. 
When he drew back, she was panting, her brown eyes wide. “Where did that come from?” she asked, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. 
Data’s eyes followed the movement. “I do not know. But I have been wanting to do that since the moment you stepped into Ten Forward.”
Faith smirked, slipping her arms around his neck. “Oh really? What else have you been wanting to do?”
The doors to the turbo-lift open and without warning, Data scooped her into his arms, making her squeal in surprise. "Data!" 
He wanted to experience her sexually. Their intimate moments had become a comfortable and enjoyable part of their relationship which he looked forward to. It was not only because of the feelings that emerged during their time together but because of the closeness it provided. 
Faith had shared a similar sentiment with him so he knew the feeling was mutual.
Feeling. It was strange for Data to use the term so frequently. Desire and happiness were the emotions he associated most with Faith. When they were engaged in intercourse, most of his background processes were shut down or filed away for later. 
As he carried her down the hallway towards their quarters, his hand found a slit in her dress, coming to rest on her thigh. He touched the warmth and smoothness, wondering if it would feel different if his hands had human nerves. 
Would his skin goose pimple like hers did? If he had a heart, would it race? He noticed her pupils dilated when she was aroused so he had adjusted his sexuality program to do the same when they were intimate. Faith had not mentioned it but he noticed she seemed to smile wider when it happened. Even then he saw it happen right before his very eyes. 
“Faith,” he said as they approached their door. “May I make love to you again?”
“I want you to do more than that, Data,” Faith told him, her voice dropping into the low register she only used when they were intimate. “I can tell you’re feeling something and I want you to give into it. Don’t think. Don’t analyze. Just feel.”
The doors opened and Data carried Faith over the threshold. “I could not stop this feeling even if I tried.”
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friccinfricks · 4 years ago
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The Princess & the Pauper Pt. 1- Ben Hardy x Reader
Synopsis: Princess Lucy’s kingdom is on the brink of destitution, Prince Ben’s father is growing ill and he’s in search of a wife to join him on the throne, Y/N’s a seamstress with bigger dreams, and Rami is Lucy’s bighearted tutor. Will all four of them follow their hearts or remain devoted to their duties?
Warnings: Bad writing, cursing, you know.
A/N: I haven’t written in FOREVER. Depression or something like that lmao. Anyways I’d love to get some feedback, yes, I re-watched the iconic movie from my childhood, Barbie and the Princess & the Pauper and I just... I had to write this. Please don’t hate me. Also, this concept was loosely inspired by @freddiesaysalright and their Fairy Tale AUs :)Sorry for grammar mistakes and such, I’m pretty rusty ://
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“Uh, your highness?” Rami mumbled sheepishly as he knocked gently on the door to the princess’s library. Lucy hummed a soft, “Come in.” as she sat at her desk, book in hand, her eyes not bothering to glimpse up from her current page. Rami, clad in a light blue vest that hung over his white puffy shirt and navy pants, breathed a heavy sigh, knowing she wouldn’t like what he said next. “Your mother... she wants to see you.” Lucy emitted a sigh of her own, rolled her eyes and gently put the book down on the desk in front of her.
“It was just getting good, too.” She mumbled as she stood, straightening her pastel pink gown. She walked to Rami, who had a quizzical look on his face.
“What book were you reading?” He asked as he held his arm out to her.
“Something about horticulture.” She shrugged. Rami chuckled as she took his arm. “What? Don’t laugh!”
“I’m not laughing at you! I’m laughing at the fact that your book about horticulture was ‘just getting good.’ What exactly is the plot of a book about horticulture, Princess?”
“The plot isn’t necessary when there’s a chapter about how to grow roses over an impromptu gravesite.” Lucy deadpanned, trying her hardest to suppress her own giggles. 
Rami had been hired a few years ago to tutor Princess Lucy in the art of science- the only art she seemed to be interested in after her father died. He always knew how to cheer her up, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t have feelings that were more than platonic for him. And though he would rather not admit it out of pure fear of overstepping his place, he returned her feelings wholeheartedly. Although that didn’t stop him from cheekily flirting with her any opportunity he got.
The pair walked down the corridor, cracking jokes about plants until they arrived at the throne room. Sitting on the throne was Lucy’s mother, and to her right was Abigor, the royal treasurer. He stood a little too close to the Queen for Lucy’s liking, but she said nothing. Before leaving her side, Rami whispered in her ear, “Oh, yes, a meeting with the Queen and the royal penny pincher. Your favorite.” Lucy suppressed the urge to smile, and only squeezed his arm as he left.
“Hello, Mother.”
“Hello my darling... I’m afraid- I’m afraid Abigor and I have some rather bad news for you.” The Queen said, her voice shaky as she averted her eyes from the princess. She stared at the floor as Abigor, dressed in his purple robes and his pompous hairstyle to match his personality looked straight at Lucy.
“The kingdom is broke.”
“What?”
Abigor rolled his eyes and repeated himself. “The royal mines are out of gold. We are destitute.”
Lucy felt the color leave her cheeks. “Wh-what does that mean?” 
“It means we’ll need to salvage the kingdom by making an alliance with another... we need to combine the wealth of our country with that of another...” Lucy’s mother said softly. Rami listened intently from the doorway, putting the pieces together just as Lucy did. An alliance.
“An alliance? You don’t mean...?” Lucy asked, her lip quivering as her mind raced. Her eyes bounced from Abigor to her mother to Abigor again. Then to the portrait of her dead father hanging on the wall behind his old throne. Her mother nodded silently.
“You are to be married to one of our neighbors.” Abigor said flatly. 
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“You can’t go on like this, Father.” Ben said, shifting his weight nervously in his father’s own throne room. The older stout man heaved as he coughed, pain written all over his face. 
“I can tell you’re in pain, the stress is killing you!” Ben exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. His stubborn, stubborn father. He turned to his mother, who shook her head solemnly.
“Benjamin, love, if you’re to replace your father, you cannot do so alone. It pains me to say this, I know you want to see the world, but the kingdom is your responsibility as well. And when has there ever been a great king without a great queen?” She said, her eyes lighting up as she thought of the prospect of her son marrying. It had been time for a few years now, but out of love for their son, the King and Queen of Westenzia had allowed him to go on adventures while he still could. But with the health of his father deteriorating, Ben knew his days of freedom were numbered. He nodded his head, aware of what his parents would say next.
“You need to grow up. Go find a wife so you can rule on the throne together.” His mother said, a certain softness in her tone.
“And don’t complain about love! Love is inconsequential!” His father said, clutching his sides. The Queen shot him a dirty look. 
“I mean... I mean, don’t worry about love. Love will find you if you look for her.” The King restated, pressing a clammy hand to the hand of his wife. She rolled her eyes just as her son did before he walked out of the room. 
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Y/N sat at the table, needle and thread in hand as she hummed a tune. She had been sewing for hours, and while it wasn’t the worst of trades, it was just as exhausting as being a lumberjack. Well, she thought it must be, anyways. She wiped her brow as she heard the door open and the bell jingle before setting down the gown she had been working on to approach the customer. Much to her dismay, it was a young woman in one of her gowns but... the woman looked nearly identical to herself. Aside from her blonde hair, this girl could have been her sister.
“Um, how may I help you?” Y/N asked, her own blue gown nearly colliding with the pink one of her lookalike.
“I’m getting my first and last taste of freedom and I... well, I wanted to see where all of my beautiful gowns came from.” The woman said as she looked around.
“Ah, well, welcome!” Y/N said, still slightly entranced by how similar this stranger was to her. “You look... familiar.” She mumbled.
“And you look like my reflection, but with Y/H/C hair!” Lucy chuckled. Y/N blushed, a smile finding itself on her lips. “What’s your name?”
“It’s Y/N. What’s yours?”
“Lucy.” She said shyly.
“Oh, like the princess?” Y/N asked before it dawned on her. What other Lucy’s were in the kingdom? Dumbass. Lucy smiled and nodded.
“You could say we’re acquainted.” 
“Are you looking for anything in particular, your highness?” Y/N inquired, folding her hands together in front of her waist. 
“A wedding dress, apparently.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes.
“A wedding dress? But... but there’s no news of a wedding.” Y/N said softly.
“It’s not exactly my choice... it’s- it’s my duty.” Lucy said, looking down at the ground. Y/N nodded her head. She knew all about duty. Before she could retrieve a book of dress designs, another person entered the store, with a single pink rose in his hand.
“A rose for a rose.” He said as he bowed to the princess. When he lifted his head and saw the two of you standing together he backed up and looked back and forth between the pair.
“Wait, what?” He furrowed his eyebrows. Y/N and Lucy giggled. “The two of you are... indistinguishable. Amazing!”
Y/N and Lucy smiled at one another before Y/N brought out a sketchbook with different designs.
“How long have you been doing this? Your dresses are amazing, I refuse to wear anything that isn’t made here!” Lucy inquired. Y/N blushed and shook her head in disbelief. The princess loved her gowns? Really?
“I’ve been a seamstress ever since I learned how to sew. I was orphaned at a young age and... well, I didn’t want to be in debt forever, so I decided to do something. Something that didn’t involve marriage for money instead of love.” Lucy winced at her words. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that. I um...” Y/N trailed off, feeling guilty for reminding the princess of her rather unfortunate situation. While Lucy hadn’t explicitly told the seamstress the reason for her marriage, it had been easily implied.
Lucy shook her head and put a hand up. “It’s alright. But I’m to be married in a matter of days.” She sighed, motioning to the book of sketches in front of her. Y/N nodded and discussed the different styles and layerings as Rami walked around the shop, observing the variety of fabrics and works in progress, trying to deny his own heartbreak.
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“Mother, I don’t even know where to find an eligible princess.” Ben whined as he sat with his parents in the royal dining room. He sipped his wine and nearly spit it out as his cousins, Joseph, Duke of Evania, and Gwilym, Duke of Mundil, entered the dining room.
“Cousins!” He exclaimed, excusing himself from the table and going to greet them. “What are you doing here?”
“Looking for babes.” Joseph said, a smile planted nearly permanently on his face. Ben laughed as he took him and Gwilym into a warm embrace.
“Welcome to the club.” He chuckled. Gwilym patted his back and the pair joined Ben for dinner.
“You know, word on the street is that the neighboring kingdom of Dulcinea is looking for someone to marry their princess.” Gwilym stated, looking at Ben.
“You cheeky wanker. Are you trying to sweep Princess Lucy off her feet?” The King chuckled. Gwilym shrugged his shoulders. Ben rolled his eyes.
“I think you should marry her, Benjamin.” The Queen said softly. Ben looked down at his plate, heat rising to his cheeks.
“Well I don’t know about that...” Ben muttered.
“Why not? Why don’t you travel to Dulcinea and meet her? And if it’s meant to be, you can tie the knot.” Joseph said, nudging Ben. Gwilym nodded encouragingly.
“Yes! The three of us can go visit, perhaps she has two beautiful cousins as well.” Gwilym suggested, getting a chuckle out of his two cousins.
“Fine. We leave on the morrow.” Ben ceded, shaking his head. His mother smiled at him, slipping the ring from her finger and handing it to her son.
“If it’s meant to be, I want you to be prepared.” She winked. Ben swallowed. This was really happening. It was bound to happen for months but now... now this was real.
He would be meeting, and likely marrying, Princess Lucy.
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Lucy and Rami rode in the carriage back to the palace, her head resting on his shoulder.
“Thanks for taking me out to the village.” She said, sleepily. Rami nodded, trying to control his breathing. 
“Of course, your highness.” He looked down and watched her lashes flutter closed, smiling to himself. She really was beautiful. He pushed a stray lock of blonde hair from her face and stroked her head gently before leaning his own back against the cushion of the carriage and falling asleep himself.
When he awoke, he noticed Lucy staring out the window.
“Princess?”
“Hmm?” Lucy turned her head back to Rami, sleep and stress evident in her eyes.
“Are you alright?” She blinked a few times and smiled. 
Nodding her head she gently whispered, “Yes.” Before placing a hand on Rami’s chest. Sparks exploded in his body and fire raced through his veins. Lucy’s soft hand moved up to his neck and clutched gently at his jaw. 
“I-I need to admit something before it’s too late...” Rami said softly, placing his own hand on her waist as he moved his head closer to hers. Their foreheads met and the stared intently into one another’s eyes, searching for a love neither thought the other actually reciprocated.
The carriage came to a halt.
Oh, right. The palace.
Escorting Lucy from the carriage, they walked arm and arm up to the palace doors. Neither seemed to be able to look the other in the eye out of sheer embarrassment, perhaps that was why neither of them noticed the pair of henchmen lurking around. In a swift and sudden motion, Rami was knocked unconscious and as was Lucy. However when the pair woke up, they were no longer together. 
Rami sat alone on the palace steps, searching for the princess while Lucy awoke to a start in a bed that wasn’t hers, and a bedroom that was just as unfamiliar to her as the bed.
Holding his head in his hand, Rami stood, scared for the safety of the princess. Who would do this, and why?
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kpoptrashibnida · 5 years ago
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Enough Pt. 12
A/N: Hey everyone, sorry for the weird formatting of this post. I am currently at work and have tons of down time. The work computers are not letting me log into Tumblr, so I have to post from my tablet, which is why this looks weird. I will however edit it once I get home, I just wanted to post this ASAP before I am bombarded by things to do at home or forget to post. Too many days have gone by and I have been anxious to update. Anyway, here is a new chapter! I hope you guys enjoy it. Things are starting to change my dears.... change is coming. As always, feedback is always welcomed and appreciated!
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The next few days after the call you got from Namjoon were a blur. You wanted to tell Jaehyun about it right away, but as soon as he came to your apartment after being gone for the weekend, he ravaged you all night. After that, you were so immersed with work and meeting deadlines that it slipped your mind and the right time to tell Jaehyun never came.
It was Thursday and Jaehyun invited you to dinner, claiming that you both needed a date night. He was going to get ready in his own apartment and he said he would pick you up at seven. He instructed you to dress in your fanciest outfit because the place he was taking you to was a trendy new restaurant and they had a strict dress code.
You were excited to say the least, because Jaehyun was always so thoughtful with his date ideas.
You found a gorgeous red silk dress that hugged your curves perfectly; the neckline making your neck look long and elegant, the delicate thin straps attracted attention to your collarbones and the slit drew attention to your thigh. You felt incredibly sexy and you knew Jaehyun would enjoy it too. It had been sitting in your closet for the longest time and you were glad to finally have a reason to wear it. You made your hair in waves that cascaded down your back and your makeup was neutral but elegant. You wore your diamond studs and a dainty diamond necklace to go with it. After pairing your gold strappy heels, you grabbed a black shawl and your clutch, anxiously waiting for Jaehyun to arrive. You just hoped that you could concentrate on your date and not on the fact that now you had about a week to answer Namjoon. As punctual as ever, Jaehyun knocked on your door, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering wildly. Opening the door, your breath was taken away by the sight of a gorgeous Jaehyun in front of you.
“Wow, you look amazing.” Jaehyun complimented, eyes scanning your body in that gorgeous red dress. To say that his pulse quickened would be an understatement, he just wished he could keep his hands to himself until dinner was over.
“You too.” You say breathlessly, Jaehyun looked amazing in his charcoal grey suit, the top three buttons of his black shirt were undone, giving you a glance of his chest.
“I got you these.” He murmurs, giving you a bouquet of red roses.
You hadn’t noticed that he was holding them, you were focused on his gorgeous face, his hair styled in a way that showed off his beautiful bone structure.
“Thank you.” You smiled, taking the flowers from him and placing them in a vase with water.
“We should get going, they’re pretty strict with their reservation times.” Jaehyun said, grabbing your clutch and shawl.
“Okay, lets go.” You agree, walking out of your apartment and locking it.
Jaehyun held your hand and squeezed it, giving you a small smile. Once inside the elevator, he stood there and kept his gaze focused on the door. He seemed to be a little nervous and you were not sure as to why. You placed your hand on his cheek, turning his head towards you and placed a chaste kiss to his lips.
“You okay? You seem a bit distracted.” You comment, noticing he is not his usual talkative self.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He smiled, not really convincing you.
Before you could say anything else, the elevator door opened and Jaehyun took you by the hand once again and led you to his car.
The drive to the restaurant was short but you could tell something was off. Jaehyun was making small talk, but his eyes were very shifty and his hands were clammy. Maybe he wasn’t feeling well and still felt obligated to bring you out on a date. You instantly felt bad, you didn’t want him to go out of his way to take you on a date if he wasn’t feeling well.
The car came to a stop and Jaehyun got out and walked to your side to open your door like the true gentleman he is. The valet took the car and you were impressed at the level of sophistication this restaurant had. You felt giddy about coming to such a fancy place but nervous at the same time because of Jaehyun’s attitude. He held your hand as you walked into the restaurant and up to the hostess podium. The hostess, dressed smartly in an all-black ensemble, took you to your table that was in a more private part of the busy restaurant. The whole place oozed sophistication and you were happy Jaehyun took the time to bring you here. It was fancier and more expensive than the usual places you went with him, but you were not complaining at the change in scenery.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re being very quiet.” You ask, noting how Jaehyun has not been doing a lot of eye contact with you.
“Yeah, everything is fine. I am just a little tired.” He said but you were not convinced. He had his eyes trained on the bread basket as he nibbled on it. You tried not to get frustrated because you did not want to ruin your date at such a nice place. You decided to give him his space until he decided when he wanted to speak to you.
You felt your phone vibrate in your clutch and furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as to who could be messaging you at this time. You had a few text messages from an unknown number which further confused you. Opening them up, you had a good idea as to who they belonged to.
Unknown: Hey, I know it must have been a shock to see me again
Unknown: I’m sorry if I took you by surprise, but I knew if you had known beforehand, you would not have wanted to work with me.
Unknown: I hope you know that I’m doing this for the mutual benefit of your company and mine.
You tried not to roll your eyes as you read Chanyeol’s messages, he is as imposing as ever.
Me: How did you get my number Chanyeol?
Unknown: Wendy gave it to me when I asked
‘Of course, poor trusting Wendy would fall into his nice-guy trap. He probably told her some crap about needing to speak to me about work stuff. The bastard knows my office hours.’ You thought annoyed as you put your phone away in your clutch.
When you looked up, you noticed Jaehyun looking at you and you instantly felt bad. Even though he was being quiet, it was rude and ill-mannered to be on your phone in the presence of company.
“Sorry,” You smiled sheepishly, “It was a work thing.” You explained, internally cringing at the mild lie. Technically, it was a work message since Chanyeol is a client even if the message wasn’t work related.
“It’s okay.” He said with a small smile. He reached across the table to hold on to your hand, intertwining your fingers together and giving your hand a slight squeeze. “I’m sorry if I seem a little out of it. I am just a little tired, I hope I’m not being a downer.” He said gently, your heart squeezing for him since you were on your phone earlier.
“Of course not babe.” You grabbed both of his hands, giving his knuckles a soft kiss. “Thank you for bringing me to such a beautiful place.” You said with a smile, wishing you could sit on his lap and kiss him until you were both out of breath.
“You are a beautiful and special woman. You deserve this and more. I hope you know that I love you so much and I’d do anything to make you happy.” He said softly, his eyes shimmering in the dim lighting of the room. He looked so sincere that you instantly felt guilty for not telling him about Namjoon’s call.
“Thank you. I love you too.” You say, noticing how he kept touching the pocket of his jacket. Thinking nothing of it, you took a deep breath. You needed to tell him now.
“Jaehyun, there’s something I need to tell you.” You notice how he seemed to hold his breath, not expecting those words to come out of your mouth.
“What is it?” He asked, the nerves he felt earlier coming back full-force. He absentmindedly touched the pocket of his jacket again, but this time you didn’t notice.
‘It’s now or never.’ you gave yourself a small pep talk and took a deep breath.
“Babe, I got a call from Namjoon. He told me that after all the last crucial details for the opening are done, he no longer needs me to stay in New York. He says he has some projects lined up for me in Seoul and wants me to consider going back early. He gave me until next week to give him an answer.” You said it all in one breath, anxiously looking at Jaehyun’s face for his reaction.
He stared at you with wide eyes, surprise clear on his face. He was not expecting that at all and it made his heart sink. He was already dreading the end of the year and now suddenly it was getting cut even shorter? That's not fair.
“Oh.” He said dejectedly, not wanting to show his disappointment. “Have you given him an answer?” He asked, a little afraid as to what your answer might be.
“I have not. I can’t decide. I don’t want to be away from you and I wanted to see the project through until the very end. But the projects that Namjoon has are very good opportunities. It’s so hard.” You say, your throat closing up and you could feel the tears gather in your waterline. It was not fair that you had to choose between the man you love and a career you also love.
“Well, I want you to do what’s best for you. I love you and I support whatever decision you make.” He said, a small smile on his face. You knew he was trying to be supportive, and you appreciate that, but you could not bear the thought of being away from him.
“I know, I need a bit more time before I decide. I know we never discussed what would happen once my year contract was up and now I’m afraid for what will happen.” You confess, finally letting him know how you felt about the inevitable.
“Hey, hey, don’t be afraid. We will make it work. We had not discussed it before but we will find a way, don’t worry.” He gave you a reassuring smile. You were grateful that you had him in your life.
After dinner Jaehyun drove you home and he no longer was quiet and reserved like in the beginning. He was making conversation and even encouraging you to not stress out about giving Namjoon an answer. He was being very supportive and calm, which is exactly what you needed at the moment.
“Are you going to stay the night?” You ask once Jaehyun turns the corner into your street.
“Not tonight babe, sorry. I have some things I need to do when I get to my apartment. I’ll probably come over tomorrow though.” He said. You gave him a small smile and hoped he could not see the disappointment behind it. You really wished he could stay the night, you had an overwhelming urge to have him near you right now.
“Okay.” You said softly, gathering your things.
Jaehyun opened your door and walked you up to your doorstep, always insisting on being a gentleman.
“I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” Jaehyun said, hugging you and giving you a soft kiss on the lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, bringing your body as close as possible to Jaehyun’s, wanting to feel all of him.
He placed his hands on your hips, lightly groping your flesh. You moaned into the kiss, the need for him becoming stronger as the kiss deepened.
“You sure you don’t want to come in?” You ask between kisses, hoping he would agree to spend the night.
“I can’t babe.” He groaned out, pulling away. “I’ll come by tomorrow.” He placed a chaste kiss on your nose, completely detaching himself from you.
“Okay, good night.” You whisper, turning away from him and heading into your apartment.
You tried to ignore the dull ache in your chest, feeling rejected for some reason. You knew Jaehyun didn’t mean anything by not staying the night, but for some reason the fact he didn’t stay felt like rejection. You shook your head out of it, feeling silly for even humoring that negative feeling. You started to get ready for bed, a wave of exhaustion coming over you all of a sudden.
After your shower you saw your phone blinking. You walked to it, figuring it was most likely Jaehyun. You were surprised to see three missed calls from Chanyeol.
After a few seconds of debating whether or not you should call him back, you hit the callback button.
‘It must be work related. Why else would he call?’ You say to yourself. It was a bit late for it to be a work call, but you want to give Chanyeol the benefit of the doubt.
“Hey, you called back.” Chanyeol answered after the third ring, his voice sounding a bit wobbly.
“Yes I figured it was something important. What do you need?” You were trying not to be curt with him, but you couldn’t push away the feeling of disappointment at the fact that Jaehyun didn’t stay. Everything was irritating you right now.
“I do have something important to say-” He hiccuped, making you furrow your brows. Is he drunk? “I-I want to say… that I am so happy to see you again. And I know you probably don’t want to hear this, but I really missed you.” He says, another hiccup coming out at the end.
“Chanyeol, are you drunk?” You asked incredulously. Of course he would be drunk, some things don’t change.
“Nnno. I am tipsy. Not drunk.” He drawled and you huffed in annoyance, this whole situation completely bizarre.
“Clearly.” You answer sarcastically. “Chanyeol, you better have a good reason to be calling me right now. It’s late.” You deadpan, already annoyed at the turn of events.
“I do ha-have a good reason-on.” He hiccuped, making you roll your eyes. “I wanted to say that I still have feelings for you and I used the gala as an excuse to see you again since you did a great job of shutting me out of your life.” He huffed, still slurred but more coherent.
You were silent for a few seconds, in shock at his declaration of still having feelings for you.
“Chanyeol, this is highly unprofessional. You shouldn’t have called me. I’m hanging up.” You said hastily, the rapid beating of your heart making it hard to breathe.
“Wait! I’m sorry, don’t hang up. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know it must have been a shock seeing me. The truth is that I miss you, a lot. And you changed your number and I couldn't contact you. When the opportunity to work with you came up, I took it. I had to.” He explained, the loud ringing in your ears making it hard to concentrate on what he was saying.
After a few seconds of processing his words, you took a deep breath to level your breathing.
“Chanyeol, you’re drunk. Go to sleep” You said, deciding to hang up on him before he said anything else.
You plugged in your phone and put it on do not disturb, hoping no one else would contact you for the rest of the night. You closed your eyes and willed the erratic beating of your heart to go away.
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Two days passed since that uncomfortable phone call with Chaneyol took place. He didn’t try to contact you, so you assumed he did not remember it at all since he was clearly inebriated. It was better this way, but you were still annoyed because you remembered it clearly. It kept playing in your head over and over and it affected your temper, to say the least. The stress of the final details for the opening gala was catching up to you, as well as the fact that you had about four days left to tell Namjoon what your decision was. Were you to stay in New York longer or cut your time short and go back to Korea to work on some exciting projects. On top of that, you had not been spending as much time with Jaehyun in the past couple of days. Ever since you told him about what Namjoon told you, he had been a little distant. He didn’t stay over at your place like he had said he would, claiming he was tired and had other matters to handle at home.
All of those stressful situations were making it hard to concentrate and it made you snappy, which you hated because no one deserved to be on the receiving end.
“Hey noona…” Mark said cautiously, slowly entering your office.
“Yes, Mark?” You asked, eyes still glued to the computer screen.
“Hey so I’m not sure if you saw the email yet, but Mr. Kim said that the final draft you sent him of the final details for the opening gala was incorrect.” Mark said, wincing at the end knowing that it was going to annoy you.
“Oh.” You sighed, refreshing your email and seeing the unread message that was sent almost an hour ago.
‘Fucking great. Had I seen this before, I could have gotten a head start.’ You inwardly groan, knowing it was going to take a while to get this rectified. You were mad at yourself for not being more thorough when double checking your work.
“Thanks Mark. I’ll make sure to finish this tonight. Go home. Have a good night.” You give him a small smile, returning your focus to the annoying task before you.
You had been editing the document when you heard a small rasp on your office door, looking over and seeing Jaehyun. Your mood instantly improved as you gave him a small smile.
“Hey, what are you doing here still? It’s late.” He said, walking in and closing your door behind him.
“I need to finish editing this document before sending it out to Mr. Kim tonight.” You explained, getting up from your chair and stretching your back.
“Oh man, that’s not good.” He said as his eyes looked at you intently. “You look very tired and stressed. Are you okay?” He asked, sounding genuinely worried as he sat on the corner of your desk.
“Yeah, I am stressed.” You agreed, needing to put some things out in the open.
“What's stressing you out? The deadlines?” He asked, genuinely curious.
“Yes, that. And you.” You conveniently decided to leave out the conversation you had with Chanyeol, not in the mood to deal with that.
“Me? Why?” He was surprised that you said he was part of your stress.
“Because ever since I told you about my phone call with Namjoon, I feel like you’ve been avoiding me. You never came to my place like you said you would. Are you upset with me?” You asked, feeling extremely emotional for some reason. You were trying not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, feeling very pathetic at that moment.
“I’m sorry you feel that way babe. I know I've been busy but I promise it has nothing to do with you. I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.” He came up to you and hugged you, making you slack against his body with relief. He held you close and caressed your back softly. You pulled away slowly in order to capture your lips in an urgent kiss.
You let your hands trail across his shoulders, bringing him closer to you as your tongue entwined with his. His hands were on your hips, kneading them softly as he rubbed you against his middle, allowing you to feel his bulge. You moaned softly, wanting to feel him closer to you. A sudden desperation took over you, making you palm Jaehyun over his slacks. He moaned into your mouth, hastily unzipping his trousers, freeing his hard member from its confine. He hiked your skirt up and moved your panties to the side, feeling your wetness pooling at your entrance. He groaned at the feeling and aligned himself, pushing all the way into you. You moaned at the feeling of being stretched out all at once, not minding the feeling of fullness. Jaehyun grabbed your leg from behind your knee, hiking it up his hip and thrusting faster into you. You moaned at the feeling of him reaching deeper in you, the pressure in your lower belly growing gradually. You tried keeping up with his thrusts, but he was moving at a speed you could not keep up with. His face was buried in your neck, his hot breath tickling you as you tried to move your hips in a way that would rub your clit against his pelvis. He grunted as he picked up the pace, your tight walls pulsing around him.
The position you were in was starting to get very uncomfortable and you tried to adjust; it was to no avail, Jaehyun was still pistoning into you like he had a purpose.
“Jae…” You tried, voice breathless, “Please, slow down.” You pant, scratching at his shoulders in order to get his attention.
He didn’t answer you and he kept up his pace, making you wince at the burn in your thigh and hips. He grunted at the feeling of you trying to move, your tightness finally pushing him over the edge. He released into you with a low moan, his hips finally slowing down. You stood frozen as he sagged against you, hot breath feeling sticky on your neck. He pulled out of you and reached for a tissue to wipe the mess between your thighs, throwing the soiled paper in the trash bin. He silently pulled himself back together, trying to look presentable before he left your office. You silently fixed your skirt as you watched Jaehyun straighten his shirt. You were still trying to make sense of what just happened, your heart thrumming in your chest uncomfortably.
“Are you coming over to my place?” You asked, trying to sound normal despite the tightness in your chest.
“Not tonight. Maybe another time babe. Want me to take you home?” He asks, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
‘Want me to take you home? Since when does he ask?’ You think, perplexed at his question.
“No, It’s fine.” You reply curtly, suddenly in a bad mood.
“You sure?” He questions, not understanding your sudden mood change.
“Yes, it’s fine. Have a good night.” You give him a tight smile. He keeps looking at you for a few more seconds as you gather your purse from your office. He silently follows you into the elevator and waits for your taxi to pick you up. The silence wasn’t extremely uncomfortable but it wasn't as comfortable as it used to be.
“Good night. Text me as soon as you get home.” Jaehyun says, giving you a small peck on the lips. You bid him goodbye and told the cab driver your address, not looking over at Jaehyun as he closed the door for you.
You were glad your cab driver was not one of those people that tried to have uncomfortable conversations. You were trying very hard to keep your tears at bay, not really feeling like crying in the back of a cab. You sniffled a bit and looked out the window, viewing the city passing you by. You were not sure why there was a sudden shift in your relationship with Jaehyun, but it scared you to not know where you stood and what was going on with him.
The cab stopped in front of your apartment building and you were about to text Jaehyun when you noticed a tall figure standing by the entrance of the building.
“Chanyeol?” You asked incredulously, not sure how to react to the fact that Chanyeol was at your residence.
“Hey, I’m glad you’re here alone.” He says, giving you a lazy smile.
“How do you know where I live?” You question, walking up to the steps of your building.
“I have ways of finding out.” He says mischievously.
“That’s really creepy, you know that?” You say, oddly happy to see him. You shake the feeling away as soon as it arrived, confused as to why you even felt that way.
“I guess so. Can I talk to you for a bit?” He questioned, actually looking a little sheepish.
“Yeah, I guess let’s go inside though, it’s cold out here.” You say, suppressing the shiver that ran through you at that second.
You led the way into your apartment, feeling very shy and nervous all of a sudden. You felt like you were doing something wrong. You felt guilty because it felt like you were cheating on Jaehyun. It was a stupid thought because you weren’t cheating on him and you were not doing anything wrong. And to be honest, you were still a little irritated about Jaehyun’s attitude change, so you didn’t really care if it would bother him if Chanyeol was here. You know it was childish, but you could not help it.
“Want some tea?” You asked, heading over to the kitchen to put water in the kettle.
“Sure, that would be great.” He said, sitting awkwardly on your couch. He looked comically small on your couch. For being such a tall guy, that is. He looked around your apartment, impressed at your place.
“Nice place you have here.” He commented, thoroughly impressed at how you had your life together.
“Thanks.” You placed the tea in front of him and sat across from him on the other couch. “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about?” You ask, sipping your tea.
“I just wanted to thank you. For everything.” He says, looking you straight in the eyes.
“Everything? Like, your promos? It’s part of my job, no need to thank me.” You shrug, not sure why he is thanking you.
“No, not that. I want to thank you for pushing me to be better.” He explains, wiping his hands on his pants.
“I don’t think I follow.” You say genuinely confused.
“You want to know the reason I've been able to become successful as Loey?” He inquires, confusing you further.
“Sure.” You shrug, not really understanding.
“You made me realize that if I was ever going to amount to anything, I had to work hard for it. If I was ever going to be good enough to be with you, I had to make something of myself. With that in mind, I worked hard until I reached my goals and surpassed them. Because I wanted to be someone who you could be proud to have by your side.” He explains, making you gulp loudly. You swear he can hear your heart beating in your chest, the air in your lungs running low.
“Chanyeol, I-” You began but were interrupted by him.
“You don’t have to feel pressured or anything. I know that you are in a relationship right now. But I just want you to know how I feel.” He says, giving you a warm smile, something that you never received from him before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your stomach do somersaults.
“I see. Well, I am glad that I was able to help you, even though I was never aware that my nagging was actually making sense to you.” You both chuckle at that. That whole time you thought you were talking to deaf ears.
“But like you said, I am in a relationship right now. So.” You said with finality, hoping that the little bit of uncertainty you felt right now did not show. Your relationship has been great, so that’s the story you’re sticking to.
“I get it. But I just want you to know that if he somehow messes up, I’m here. I’m waiting for you.” He said that last part with a whisper.
You looked away, not being able to handle his eye contact anymore. He cleared his throat, making you look at him again.
“Well, it’s getting late so I better go.” He stands up from your couch and heads towards your door.
“Okay, be careful.” You say, holding the door open for him.
He looks at you for a few seconds and goes in for an awkward side hug, surprising you due to the sudden action. Before you could react, he was already out your door and heading to the elevators. You closed the door and placed a hand on your chest, willing your heart to stop beating erratically.
‘What just happened?’ You think to yourself, shaking the feeling away and heading to your bathroom to get ready for bed.
The air around you felt hot and stuffy, your skin slick with sweat and the sheets sticking uncomfortably to your back.
Large hands held your waist in a death grip, slim hips keeping your legs apart as he thrusts into you. The fullness of him deep inside you makes you moan loudly, fingers scratching a trail down his back.
His hot breath tickles your neck and you arch your back into him when his rough fingers make contact with your clit.
‘Just like that baby.’ He encourages into your ear, hips grinding into yours, moaning at the feeling of your tightness enveloping him.
Your legs started to shake, a clear sign that your release was soon approaching.
‘Yes baby, cum for me. Open your eyes, I want to see your face when you cum.’ he grunts, hips picking up pace.
You open your eyes and are met with piercing brown orbs; the intense eye contact and the way he keeps hitting that spot inside you are all it takes for you to reach your end.
‘Chanyeol…’ You moan as white hot pleasure takes over your body.
‘That’s it baby. You take me so well.’ He grunts as he fills you with his cum, hips slowing down.
“You’re so good to me baby.” He whispers in your ear, pulling his dick out of you.
You wake up with a jump, heart hammering wildly and skin drenched in sweat. You look at the clock and see that it is 3 am. You silently curse as you sit up to drink some water, feeling completely parched. You see your phone blinking on your night stand and pick it up to see what the notifications were.
You see that you had two missed calls and five messages from Jaehyun.
Babe: hey, did you make it home okay?
Babe: Babe why aren’t you answering me? Are you okay?
Babe: You’re making me worried, please answer me
Babe: Mark has you on snapchat and says he can see your location and it says you’re home. How come I didn’t know you were on snap?
Babe: You must be sleeping. Please message me in the morning so I know you’re okay. I love you
You sighed deeply and put your phone down, feeling bad that you forgot to message Jaehyun yesterday. The memory of your dream coming back full force, making you gasp.
‘I can’t believe I had a wet dream about Chanyeol. What the fuck is wrong with me?’
Once you have completely cooled off, you get back in bed and close your eyes. You had work in the morning and you did not want to dwell on why you dreamt what you did. It meant nothing. You were sure of it.
It had to be nothing.
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drethanramslay · 5 years ago
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Part 1: Adara
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Pairing: Aurora x MC (Iris Everette)
Author's note: Hey guys! Here is the first installment of the mini series. Hope you like it and enjoy it.
Songs: Kiwi by Harry Styles and Nervous by the Neighborhood
Tagging: @agent-breakdance @miyakokurono
Warning: PG, slight swearing and violence and some fluff
Iris rode on her motorbike, feeling the fall wind sting her through her leather jacket. It was five am and there were hardly any people on the usual busy streets of Boston.
Iris enjoyed these moments. Riding her motorcycle, feeling the wind ruffle her red hair, making her look like a tantalizing flame, easy to see, hard to catch. The sun was slowly rising, and peaking through the various buildings as if it was playing hide and seek.
In these moments she felt free. Almost liberated.
But, such moments don't last very long. She saw the hospital's great glass facade and pulled into the parking lot. She took out her helmet and shook her windswept hair. She picked up her messenger bag and walked towards the entrance of the building.
She spotted Dr. Naveen Banerji stepping out of his car. "Hey Chief! Good morning." She called out. Naveen's kind eyes stopped at the red head and he smiled. "Well, a very good morning to you too, Dr. Everette." She waited patiently for the older diagnostician, so that they could walk into the hospital together.
"So, I saw Declan Nash yesterday in the foyer. Is it true that he got his own office here?" Iris said slowly, side eyeing the chief. Dr. Banerji was the most diplomatic person she had met, and was a very good actor. Hell, he had the entire hospital fooled regarding his illness. So when she saw him grimace, she knew that it was true.
Fucking cunt. It would only be a few minutes before my fist would bury into his mouse face.
"Yes Dr. Everette. That's apparently true. And I also learned that Ethan was responsible for this entire... transaction." ."But, Chief-" Iris began before Naveen held a hand up, stopping her.
"You don't need to explain it to me. I know how it went down. I don't blame him or you at all. Sometimes, we need to bite the bullet for the greater good." He said, with years of wisdom pouring out of him. Iris rarely respected authority, but there were very few people who she respected and Dr. Banerji was one of them.
Iris mulled over the words, lost in thought. Soon she reached the locker room where she saw her roommates, changing. "Hey frriiieenndsss." Iris said with a haunting voice.
The group burst into laughter as Jackie groaned. "For the love of Lord Ram, Iris stoppp." She grumbled as she tied her shoe laces. The previous week, on their day off, they had binged watch 'It lives in the woods' against Jackie's wishes. Jackie maybe as tough as a rock, but she despised horror. So they did the exact opposite. She disliked the 'black ghost thingy' and his obsessive need to say 'frrriiieeennnndsss'. She found it creepy and spooky. Spooky because, when Iris was going to bed, she saw Jackie sleeping with the lights on.
"C'mon Jackie. You know I love you right." She said as she nudged her shoulder. "Fuck off. I'm outta here." Jackie picked up her things and headed for the door.
"Don't forget, we are watching season 2 tomorrow night." Bryce hollered after her. She just flipped him off and walked out. Iris chuckled as she hung her jacket in her locker. She was just taking her shoes out when Bryce strolled and sat next to her on the bench.
"Well, your hair looks like sex hair. Who is the lucky someone??"
Iris just rolled her eyes. "Don't talk shit, scapel jockey. It is too early and I need a coffee or four to have the strength to deal with you." Bryce just laughed and stood up. "See you later bro. Dr. Tanaka allowed me to assist on a Whipple."
Iris whistled lowly. "Oh ho, Hotshot. Remeber me when you are famous."
She just shook her hair and smiled. She was in her underwear, reaching for her scrubs, when someone cat-called her. "Nice legs. Putting a show on for me, mia cara?"
Oh god, give me strength.
"Suck a dick, Vincenzo." She didn't bother looking at him as she slid her, scrubs on. He came forward and leaned at the locker adjacent to hers. "C'mon babe... It's meant to happen anywa-" She was done with his bullshit, so she opened the locker door, letting it bang on his face.
"Why you little-"
"Leave her alone, asshole." A husky feminine voice spoke out. Both of them turned to see Aurora standing there, with her hands in her waist and her eyes narrowed.
Iris' breath caught in her throat and she felt flustered. She usually was the one who made people flustered, which she found amusing. She wasn't one for all these- feelings. But, after she met Aurora, she couldn't help but be fascinated by her. She found the quiet, observent and intelligent resident intriguing and someone who she felt drawn to, like a siren.
"What are you going to do? Run to your auntie?" Vincenzo scoffed.
"No. After I am done fucking up your case, my aunt will almost look cute." She said cooly. Vincenzo's jaw dropped and he just turned tail and ran away.
During the entire exchange Iris, almost swooned. Operative word being, 'almost'.
"Careful Rory, it almost seems like you care for me." Iris said teasingly.
Aurora rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Princess. And, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is not RORY?!!"
"Well, I am gonna pretend that I didn't hear that. C'mon Rory, it's a beautiful day to save lives." Iris said as she dragged Aurora by the hand.
Aurora was caught off guard but she would be lying if she didn't enjoy the feeling of the redhead's warm hand in hers. She squeezed it gently and followed her for rounds.
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It was a crowded Friday night at Donahue's. Aurora hung her coat at the overflowing coat rack, praying to God that her coat won't become the new doormat for the pub. She then shoved her way towards her new roommates.
Roommates. That's a new term she was still getting used to. She never really had them before. She was from the hustling city of New York, before she shifted here for med school. She was a day scholar at Harvard Medical school and had stayed with her aunt.
She found herself a group of friends. She never really had friends before. She had learnt from a young age, that people always had an ulterior motive. She was basically royalty. They always wanted to impress her so that they could have a good word with her family.
Her mother was a famous actress, who had starred in various TV shows and movies. Her dad, was a nation renowned cardiac surgeon and her aunt was one of the leading neurosurgeons of the country.
Knowing her family history, it was but obvious that Aurora would get into medicine. As you expect a fish to swim in water, people expected her to nail her SATs and get into one of the best colleges in the nation.
She never really had the chance to decide her own path. She thought that she had escaped her overbearing parents when she shifted to Boston. Boy, she was wrong.
Her aunt's heart was in the right place but GOD, she was annoying. But, she was better than her parents. Anybody, would be better than her parents, who were just a bunch of robots who gave Ethan Ramsey a run for his money.
But, Iris changed that outlook. Iris really shook the walls she had spent years reinforcing. One look at her piercing green eyes, Aurora felt exposed. Usually, Aurora felt uncomfortable feeling this exposed. But with Iris....She was willing to take the leap.
But when she thought about Iris, she couldn't help but feel that she was still an enigma. She knew so very little about the young resident. She could see the fort, surrounding her. Iris maybe laid back and teased people incessantly but, there was so much more to her.
"Hey girl. Wassup?" Jackie greeted her. She shrugged and slid onto the barstool. "Same shit. Different day." Sienna spat her drink while Iris snorted. Jackie just smiled slyly. "Okay then."
"Rory, what do you want?" Iris asked, beside her.
I want to know more about you.
"The usual. Cherry vodka and soda." Iris nodded and then flagged down the barkeep.
"Hey Rory! How was your day?" Bryce asked.
Iris slapped his shoulder. "Only I can call her that. Be more creative, Lahela."
Aurora snickered and nudged Iris. "So overprotective."
"I am your knight in the shining armour. Get your facts checked, Rory." Iris exclaimed.
Everything was great, untill it wasn't.
Vincenzo was right behind Iris, trying to get to the bar table. It would have been completely normal if, he wouldn't have reached down to grab her ass.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. Iris turned around, grabbed his wrist, twisted it and pinned it to his back. He yelped but that didn't stop her. She slammed his head on the bar and kept him there. Collective gasps went around them and someone pulled the cord of the jukebox at the same time.
"Now, now Vincenzo. What have you done?" She asked, her voice so cold, that it sent a shiver down Aurora's spine.
"I-I didn't do anything!!" He sputtered.
She pulled his hand more, make him screech in pain. "Wrong answer. Try again."
He was sweating now. "I-I grabbed your ass."
"Correct. Now tell me, is it nice to molest people?" She asked sweetly.
"N-n-no." He gasped.
"Ding ding ding. That's the correct answer. Now listen to me, and listen good. Next time, if I see you anywhere near me or any girl, and try to manhandle her, I will skin your testicles. And don't feel for a moment think that I am joking. Because I am not." She said with acid dripping in her tone.
She lets him go. She straightens his tacky jacket and pats his cheek. She smiles. "Now run along, boy."
She turns around towards her drink and takes a sip of the smooth whiskey. Over the rim of her glass, she noticed the expressions of her friends and colleagues.
Sienna had her mouth open, with a lettuce hanging out.
Jackie, was stunned while, Bryce had a hand on his chest, taken aback.
Dr. Ramsey's eyes were as big as saucers, which was the most expression she had seen from him.
Aurora had a heated gaze.
And, Elijah had fainted.
"Elijah?!!" Iris rushed and shook his shoulder. He woke up disoriented. "Yeahhh I might have passed out after seeing something so scary."
"I don't know whether to be scared or be turned on." Bryce said, recovering first. "Well, I'm turned on." Aurora mumbled into her drink, so lowly that only Iris heard. Iris was as red as her hair.
"Well, remind me not to ever cross you Iris." Jackie said.
Iris laughed but her laughter was cut shot when she was pulled roughly of the chair by an angry Vincenzo. She was hurled into the table, hitting the back of her head, hard. Glass broke and cut her in the stomach.
She could see black spots in her vision and she froze. This blow reminded her of her personal hell. She was reminded of the monster, she had been running all her life from. The demons haunting her and reminding her that they are not very far away. That they would ways be there, right over her shoulder.
She stayed there, waiting for the next blow when she saw through her bleary vision, Dr. Ramsey and Bryce restraining Vincenzo.
"Hey, hey, HEY!!" Aurora said as she shook Iris' shoulders. "Stay awake for me Iris. We are taking you to the hospital to check for a concussion."
"Rory...stay..." Iris mumbled as she held onto Aurora.
"I'm here Iris. I am always here."
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Aurora flashed the light into Iris' eye for her neural check up. It blinded Iris and she slowly and painfully followed the source of light.
After a few moments, Aurora nodded to herself and switched off the light. "Good thing is that you don't have a concussion. Now about the gash on your stomach, I will stitch it up and give you a tetanus shot."
"But I'm sooooo sleepy." Iris said mid yawn.
Aurora chewed her lip, to come with something that could keep her awake. "Well, let's play the question game."
"Question game?" Iris asked amusingly. "Yap. I ask a question you give an honest answer and vive versa. You can even go first."
"Hmmm... favourite colour?"
"Forest green." Just like your eyes. She added mentally.
"Do you have any tattoos?" Aurora asked as she cut the shirt which was drenched in blood.
"Yeah... Two."
"I haven't seen them." Aurora as she lifted the t-shirt to rest below Iris' breasts.
Yup it it's a mess. She sighed and reached for antiseptic
"For that you might have to get me naked."
Aurora stopped in her tracks. She slowly turned to look at Iris who was giving a shit eating grin. Without hesitation, she dabbed the antiseptic, right on the wound.
"FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Couldn't give a warning Rory??!" Iris said as she hissed.
Aurora just smiled smugly and said, "Oops??"
"My chance. Why do you call me Princess?" Iris asked. She never really understood the reference behind that one.
"Well, you remind me of Merida, from 'Brave'. You haven't seen it?" Aurora asked as she searched the wound to make sure, there weren't any glass pieces left.
"Nope."
"Well, it's my personal mission to make you watch it. Don't move. I am stitching you up." Aurora said.
She picked up the needle and thread and moved closer to her stomach. "Sooo.... Tell me about your family." Iris froze and the room became so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
Way to go Aurora.
"You don't need to say if it's too invasiv-" Aurora quickly covered up but Iris just reached and squeezed her shoulder, with a soft smile on her face.
"It's okay...it's just been so long since I have spoken about them. Well, my mother was like a ray of sunshine. She was always radiant and positivity just oozed out of her like a waterfall. She had so much love for everyone and she was empathetic. She and I used to sing karaoke in the kitchen while we cooked food. We were not very well off but, she made sure that I never felt that I lacked a childhood. She was my best friend, more like a sister than a mother." Iris said with a small smile, her eyes having a faraway look.
"She died when I was sixteen. Leukemia. She had grown into a shell of a person because of the constant chemotherapy but, her spirit stayed strong. If you spoke to her over the phone, you wouldn't even realise that she was sick.
She always told me, "Adara, always keep your youth alive. Always be kind to people and don't hesitate to help your enemies. The day your curiosity and youth dies, you start wilting like a flower. Never give up and always stay strong." Iris recited from her memory.
"Adara?"
"Iris Adara Everette. It means 'fire' in Hebrew. She used to call me 'little red' when I was younger because of my fiery spirit."
"She sounds like a lovely person. I'm sorry..." Aurora said, gently.
"Nah, it's okay I have made my peace with it."
"What about your fathe-" Aurora asked.
"Hey, are the stitches done?" Iris asked, as she looked down at her stomach.
"Yup. Now, you need bed rest for the next one week-"
"One WEEK??!!"
"-with plenty of water. Keep yourself hydrated. I am keeping you in the hospital for the next two days, for observation and then you can head home after that.
"BUT-" Iris started but Aurora shushed her.
"Doctor's order. Don't worry about your patients, Elijah and Jackie will manage them. Dr. Ramsey is already aware so he has given you the week off."
"Fiiinnneeee." Iris blew a raspberry.
Aurora turned and started disposing off the medical waste and her gloves when she heard a tiny voice saying, "Stay." Aurora turned around to see Iris giving her the cutest puppy eyes, which she could not resist.
"Pleeaaseee Rory?? What if I get a haemorrhage in the middle of the night?? Or or-"
"Calm down Adara, I will stay the night."
Iris smiled a genuine smiled which she had reserved only for Rory. She shifted and patted on the space next to her, on her hospital bed. Aurora took of shoes and settled in the covers.
"Thank you, Rory." Iris said as she nuzzled against Aurora.
"For what?" She asked as she wrapped an arm around Iris.
"For fixing me up... and calling me Adara."
"Do you mind? If I call you that??"
"Nope, infact I love it. But call me that, only if we are alone. " Those were the last words she said before they both drifted into a dreamless sleep.
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Rivamika Week 2019
So sorry this is late, I am terrible with time management. -___-
Day 1: Fake/Pretend Couple Trope 
Chapter 1:Uninvited
“Sasha, where are you?” Mikasa barked into her phone, as she waited in the large foyer of the hotel. Patrons made their way in from outside, dusting off flecks of white snow from their jackets and scarfs.
“Urgh, we are like maybe half and hour away, maybe?” Mikasa didn’t say anything, not buying it, with the uncertain tone of Sasha’s voice over the phone.
“Thirty minutes?”
“Umm, maybe more like forty five? I’m so sorry Mikasa, the traffic here is crazy. I think there’s been an accident or something. We would try and get out and walk, but I’m wearing heels.”
Mikasa sighed.
“No, it’s fine Sasha. I don’t want you breaking your neck before you even get here.”
“Oh Mikasa, you’re always so understanding.”
Mikasa could hear the relief in Sasha’s voice, said she would see her soon and hung up. Checking the time, she made a mental note of when to expect Sasha and the rest of her co-workers. Nine o’clock. Putting her phone into the pocket of her long blue coat, she made her way through the large double doors to the long bar. Dotted along were several people that were seated on the stools, but she did not recognise any of them. As she waited for the barman to take her order, she surveyed the large room. Christmas decorations that exuded pure opulence where strategically placed, tinsel behind the bar, clusters of baubles hanging in each corner of the room, springs of holly, and a beautiful pine tree in the far corner of the room, which Mikasa suspected was real.
“What can I get for you, Miss?” The middle-aged barman asked.
“Pale ale, please”
Mikasa thought she detected a flicker of surprise on the barman’s face, but being the professional that he was, he didn’t make anything of it. As he pulled the light amber coloured drink into its pint glass, Mikasa took out her purse placing on the counter as she shrugged of her blue coat. Sitting on a nearby stool, laying her coat over her lap, she took out the money from her purse in anticipation of paying.
“Are you here for one of the Christmas parties?” the barman asked her.
“Yes, I’m with EHL Ltd. I’ve not worked with them long. I’m actually waiting for one of my colleagues but she’s running late, and I don’t really know anyone else that works for EHL.”
“Oh, that’s a shame, though I do think Christmas parties are always a great opportunity to let your hair down and meet new people. Might I add that it’s not often that I see a woman drink pale ale.”
“I must have good taste.” Mikasa smirked
“Indeed, you do. The name is Merlin.” The barman said extending his hand, which Mikasa accepted.
“I’m Mikasa. Though I have to say you have an unusual name.” Mikasa commented, continuing the small talk.
“I could say the same for you.”
Merlin brought over her drink, the condensation on the glass and the rising of the bubbles subconsciously made Mikasa lick her lips.
“How much do I owe you, Merlin?”
“Surely a gorgeous girl such as yourself doesn’t pay for her own drinks now, does she?” A tall man with dark hair and a goatee approached her from the side.
“Who else is going to pay for them?” Mikasa said a little too sarcastically.
“Actually, the bill is being taken care off, by EHL ltd.” Merlin interjected.
“Oh thank you, Merlin.”
Mikasa turned to face the bar square on, trying to ignore the unwelcome man, and picked up her beer. Mikasa could feel his eyes watching her as she took a long sip of the cool liquid.
“Can I help you? Mikasa asked, not looking at the man still stood uninvited by her side.
“Did I hear that you work for EHL ltd, the security company?” The man was now causally leaning on the bar, completely unaware or ignoring the fact, that his attention was not wanted.
“So what if I do?” Mikasa said, looking down at the opposite end of the bar, hoping the annoying man would take the hint. There were only five other people. Two men at the far end, and a small group of two women and a man.
“Well, I happen to own a security company.” The man said, putting a hand inside his blazer pocket and returning with a business card which he gave to Mikasa.
It read, “Nile Dok, CEO of Sina Security”, his email address and mobile number followed.
“That must be nice for you Mr. Dok,” Mikasa said handing back the card, but he waved his hands.
“Baby, that’s for you to keep.”
Mikasa couldn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes as she took another sip of her beer and wondered how she was going to get this guy to go away. An idea occurred to her, but she would need Merlin’s help, he was currently handing the two guys at the end of the bar their drinks. The tall blonde man took the drinks, and handed one to his companion, the shorter man had black hair in an undercut style, who was currently looking in Mikasa’s direction. From this distance she couldn’t tell if he was looking at her or at Nile, who was still casually leaning against the bar facing her.
She raised her hand and smiled as Merlin approached her.
“Do you mind keeping this behind the bar and look after it until I get back from the loo?”
Without saying anymore, Mikasa knew that Merlin understood her intentions completely and took the drink for safe keeping. She grabbed her handbag and jacket when she felt a hand on her bare arm.
“Going already babe?”
“Before there is any room for misinterpretation, I am not interested Mr.Dok.” Mikasa said as she yanked her arm out of his grip, and walked to the lavatory, holding her breath the whole way.
See Mikasa, you can control your emotions. You don’t need to get into any more trouble at work. The last place you want to embarrass yourself is at the work Christmas Party.
She checked the time on her phone, eight thirty. It would be at least another thirty minutes of torture before Sasha and the others got here. Mikasa checked her appearance in the expensive art nouveau style mirror. Now that she thought about it, the sparkly blue cocktail dress looked ridiculous on her, but Sasha had somehow convinced Mikasa to buy it. She flattened down her dark  fly away hairs, and reapplied her bold red lipstick. Wishing that she knew someone else here at the party, she checked the time again, to find only two minutes had passed.
Deciding that she could not hide in the lavatory forever, she grabbed her coat and handbag and opened the door a crack to take a peek outside. She heard the small din of the band that had started to set up their instruments, and a few more people were at the bar now, but she could not see Nile. Wishfully thinking that he had left the party completely, Mikasa slowly closed the door behind her and made her way back to the to retrieve her drink and planned to hide a dark corner until Sasha got there.
Mikasa silently cursed under her breath that Merlin was busy serving other customers, but mercifully Nile Dok was still nowhere to be seen. Within the next five minutes, Mikasa thought she counted at least thirty people enter through the foyer into the bar. As more and more people took their seats, Mikasa thought her chances of getting her drink were fading to nothing, until Merlin finally saw her with her drink already in his hand.
Before she could even say thank you, Merlin was gone fulfilling another customers order. Taking another long sip of her beer she looked around trying to find a place to lay low, checking her watch again. Another 20 minutes left until Sasha got there.
“You know, you never told me your name,”
Mikasa knew who it was without even turning around.
“I don’t give strange men my name.” Mikasa said, her tone cold.
“Oh well that’s not fair now is it? Not after I told you mine.”
Nile Dok’s words and tone of voice made Mikasa feel ill at ease.
“But I didn’t ask you for it, did I?”
“That not very nice of you,” Nile said playfully, “I know all you girls are teases and I don’t like it when girls play hard to get, but you really don’t have to with me.” He eyed Mikasa’s drink, “Are you trying to impress someone.” Nile said, pointing to Mikasa’s drink
“And who exactly are you suggesting that I am trying to impress?” Mikasa retorted, now losing her patience.
“A man of course.”
“Why would a woman drinking beer, impress a man?”
“Because everyone knows that women can’t hold their drink.” Nile’s tone was playful, but he as he finished speaking, he started downing what appeared to Mikasa to be a least three quarters of his pint of beer, gulping it down, almost inhaling it. As he drained the last dregs, he took a deep breath and set his glass down on the counter and let out a loud deep burp. One of the other customers at the bar turned around to see who made the disgusting sound.
“Am I supposed to be impressed?” Mikasa said spying him from the corner of her eye.
“Who wouldn’t be?”
“Actually, I think very highly of temperance.”
Mikasa’s skin crawled, wishing that Sasha would just get there already, took another sip of her own drink.
“You must be the biggest hypocrite with that pint of beer in your hand.” Nile’s speech was so slurred she barely understood him.
“I said, temperance not abstinence. You might want to learn the difference.” Her tone was final, and Mikasa did not intend to speak to him for the rest of the night.
Still sitting on the bar stool, Mikasa turned her back to him.
“I don’t like being ignored either, darling,” Nile whispered in her ear, and she felt a hand around her waist.
Mikasa’s body whipped around, her hand already clenched around his hand that had clung to her waist. In a moment of hesitation Mikasa didn’t know if she would punch him or crush his hand.
“My dear, there you are.”
Both Mikasa and Nile turned to face the short black haired man Mikasa had seen at the end of the bar earlier in night. She couldn’t help but notice that his undercut styled hair fit perfectly with his chiselled jaw line and thin straight mouth. The only imperfection if it could be called that, were his dark deep-set eyes, like he hadn’t slept well the night before. His eyes. His eyes were staring at her.
“I’ve been waiting for you, dear. I didn’t see you come in.” he said to Mikasa. For a fleeting moment Mikasa wondered if she had ever met this man. She was sure she hadn’t. His left eyebrow flickered slightly, too quick for intoxicated Nile to notice and Mikasa understood at once what he was trying to do.
Mikasa put on her best smile, “There you are, pudding!”
Cringing inside at having said such a silly pet name, she gave the black-haired man kiss on the cheek, and he to her, keeping up with the ruse.
“Nile, I’m sure you won’t mind me taking my girl away.” The stranger said.
“She’s your girl, Levi? You do aim high, don’t you?” The animosity was not lost on Mikasa as she watched Nile look down at Levi, who happened to be someone of a shorter stature.
“Unlike you Nile, when I aim, I don’t miss.”
Without waiting for a reply, the man called Levi took Mikasa’s hand as they headed for a table at the far side of the room. No one was sitting at the table.
“Thank you so much. He was being very annoying.” Mikasa said, her arm still linked with the stranger at her side.
The man nodded, “I had been watching for a while, unsure whether I needed to step in.”
“What made you cave in?” Mikasa said, hoping her voice wasn’t too curious.
“When he put his arm around you. I wasn’t worried about you so much, but him. It looked like you were going to squeeze the very life out of his hand,” The man said, unlinking his arm from hers and pulling out a chair for her to sit on. “He’s still watching…” Levi whispered.
Mikasa sat down, trying to peek at the bar to see if this was true, but was unable to see him from where she was sitting. The man sat down in the next chair, his drink a short brown substance in a lowball glass with ice.
“What do I call my knight in shining armour?” Mikasa asked, taking a sip of beer that was nearly finished.
“Pudding,” Levi said, as Mikasa snorted mid-gulp nearly spraying him with beer, “Or Levi, if you prefer.”
Mikasa recovered herself, taking a napkin and wiping the side of her mouth, she couldn’t help but grin to herself.
“I knew that would come back to haunt me. Such a stupid thing to say.”
Mikasa looked at Levi, a slight curl at the corner of his lips, and his dark eyes watching her.
“You can call me Mikasa, I work for EHL ltd. I was actually waiting for my friend before… all that.” Mikasa said, her hand motioning for to the bar, supposedly were Nile Dok was still waiting.
Mikasa thought she detected a flicker of something in Levi’s eyes, he nodded his head.
“My own friends have gone for a smoke or something, disgusting habit…”
They both sat there silently, awkwardly looking everywhere at everything in the room except each other. Mikasa watched the door, desperately hoping for Sasha to walk through. She checked the time, still another twenty-five minutes to go. Mikasa scanned the bar, her dark eyes looking for Nile Dok. Levi was right, he was still at the bar trying to order another beer.
“So, you and Nile Dok know each other?” Mikasa was desperate to fill the void of silence.
“In a way. I suppose you could say that we are business competitors.”
As Mikasa nodded, the band in the far corner began playing starting off with It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
“Tch, I forgot this was supposed to be a Christmas party.”
“Hmm.” Mikasa wasn’t really listening to him, her attention was still on the door. The longer she looked, the more she willed that Sasha would come through those doors flaunting in with the floor length dress she had bought. Something caught her eye, it was Nile Dok, and he was heading for their table.
“Tch. Where the hell did Erwin go?” Levi said to no one in particular as he saw Nile approach their table. Immediately Levi stood up, draining the last of his whiskey he set down his glass and held out his hand to Mikasa. Taking his cue, Mikasa gulped down the rest of her beer and took his hand as he led her to the small dancefloor in front of the band where people had already started to congregate.
“I did promise to take you dancing tonight, darling.” Levi said loudly to Mikasa as they passed Nile.
The final notes of the previous song faded and there was a small applause of the audience that had gathered at this corner of the room. As the first notes of the next song started playing there was an instant buzz of familiarity that got people tapping their toes. The Christmas drinks were finally starting to settle in, feeling the liquid courage rid them of their trepidation, many started dancing.
“Rocking around the Christmas tree…”, the singer hadn’t finished her first line before the people on the dancefloor had doubled. In and instant Levi had spun Mikasa in a graceful twist and suddenly they were dancing. Mikasa’s head spun unsure if it was from the spin or from the beer she had consumed in such a short space of time. She could feel her inhibitions slipping away, and she wanted to have a little bit of fun. After all, it was Christmas.
It was obvious that Levi knew how to dance, there was a confidence that he held that could not be taught. Mikasa wanted to give him a run for his money, she wanted to see if he knew how to jive. Without missing a step, Levi was with her but with a hint of a smile on his face. Taken a little by surprise that Levi was keeping up, she prayed that her feet knew what to do now that she had started what could not be stopped.
Mikasa could hear the trumpet’s solo and was aware that there were other people dancing all around her, but she couldn’t stop staring at the man in front of her. His dark eyes ever watching her own. Every time she spun, losing eye contact for a split second and then meeting his eyes again, she felt a shiver go up her spine. Yet she felt no fear. For every time that she spun, those few moments where her body was vulnerable, Mikasa knew that he was always going to catch her. In the background Mikasa could hear the song coming to and end when Levi gave her a last spin and pulled her close, her back against his chest.
The last note of the song rang out and there was a raucous applause from the dancers, and those watching in the audience. Mikasa breathing was heavy, only now realising that how much energy she had spent.
“I’m imp-“, Mikasa was cut short but Sasha’s voice calling her name.
“Mikasa,” Sasha stepped forward from the crowd that had been watching the dancing. Mikasa thought she had a strange expression on her face but couldn’t quite recognise what it meant. Levi’s arms uncoiled and let Mikasa go, his hand sliding down her arm until his hand held hers.
“That must be your friend.” Levi said.
Mikasa heard someone call Levi’s name from the crowd but couldn’t see them, but their voice sounded familiar. “I’ll have a whiskey” Levi called back to them.
“Sasha I’ll meet you at the bar, I’m just going to grab my bag and jacket.”
Sasha nodded in recognition, as Levi and Mikasa walked with arms linked back to his table.
“Thank you for everything, Levi.” Her words were sincere as she reluctantly took her hand away from his. She picked up her pale blue jacket and her bag.
“That’s quite alright, anytime.”
Mikasa held her belongings in her hands, unsure of whether she should say what she really wanted to. Her was an attractive man, polite, courteous, and he could dance. She had never met someone like him before, with that strange look in his eyes.
“Is there…is there any chance I could get your number?” Mikasa asked, rushing to get her words out.
Levi’s eyes narrowed slightly, as he pulled a card and an expensive looking fountain pen, out from the inside of his jacket pocket. Mikasa watched as in a flourish the numbers were written down. He held the card for a moment, letting the ink dry and handed the card to Mikasa.
“Will you be staying at the party for a while?” He asked her, as he watched her put the card in her bag without even looking at it.
“Yes, my friend just got here. We were planning on staying until the end.”
“Would you save the last dance for me?”
Taken a little aback, Mikasa said that she would and said goodbye. As she walked over to Sasha she passed a tall blonde man and a woman with long brown hair and glasses, who approached Levi and handed him his drink. Something about the women struck her as familiar, but she couldn’t place how.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Sasha. I’m so glad that you’re here. You will never believe what happened!” Mikasa said, taking the mulled wine that Sasha had ordered for her.
“I’m certainly surprised at you, Mikasa.” Sasha said, about to laugh.
“What makes you say that?” Mikasa asked, only now noticing that quite a few people were looking at her, and one of them even pointed at her.
“Do you know who you were just dancing with?” Sasha asked, in a hushed whisper.
“He said his name was Levi.” Mikasa said, taking a sip of his wine.
Sasha nodded, “Yes. His name is Levi. Levi Ackerman. One of the three founding members of EHL ltd. He’s our boss.”
Mikasa stood there, incredulous at what Sasha was telling her. She had danced with her boss. Flirted with him.
Oh my god, I asked for his number.
Mikasa slumped herself on the nearest stool, wishing that the ground would open and swallow her whole. She closed her eyes, still not believing what she had done.
“Sasha, you have no idea how much of an idiot I have made myself look. I didn’t know he was our boss. I’ve never seen him before. And am I imagining things, or are people starting at me?”
“He’s been in France for the last couple of weeks, before you even started. You know they are trying to expand the company over there.” Sasha giggled, “Did I see him hand you his card?”
Mikasa opened her bag, she hadn’t even looked at it when he handed it to her. There it was in black and white, “Levi Ackerman, Co-Founder of EHL Security Ltd” his office number and email followed. On the back and written in deep blue ink was what Mikasa assumed was his personal mobile number.
“I don’t believe it! You have to tell me everything!”
Mikasa told her from the beginning when she was in the foyer, to Nile Dok pestering her and Levi coming to her rescue. When she got the part where they had pretended to be a couple to make Nile leave her alone, Sasha burst into a fit of laughter.
“Yeah, well when I saw you guys dancing you both seemed…very into each other. He obviously likes you. He has a reputation of being quite aloof and standoffish.” Sasha was grinning from ear to ear.
“Merlin, please to two shots tequila!”
Mikasa intended to avoid Levi at all costs for the rest of the night, now that she knew who he was and how much she had embarrassed herself. Sasha made her recount the story several times, each time roaring with laughter after every retelling.
“It’s not my fault, I didn’t know anyone else here!”
“That’s true,” Sasha said, peering down at the other end of the bar, “Is that the creepy guy you were talking about?”
Mikasa followed Sasha’s line of sight until she finally saw Nile Dok. Unfortunately, he was now also looking at her. Mikasa spun her head around, regretting that she had ever came to this stupid party.
“Mikasa, he’s coming over this way.”
“Shit! Sasha you know I nearly broke his hand the last time he spoke to me. I can’t get fired from this job because of him.” Mikasa pleaded with Sasha, she was already in trouble at work, for supposedly using excessive force on the job. “You know what, I’m just going to leave. Don’t hate me Sasha, you have other friends you can hang out here with.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to leave just because of some creepy guy.”
“I think it’s best for everyone that I go.” Mikasa said, already putting on her coat and bag.
“I’ll distract Nile so you can make your getaway.”
“Thanks Sasha, I owe you one.”
They quickly hugged, and Mikasa couldn’t help but notice a sad but understanding look on Sasha’s face that upset Mikasa. She didn’t want to have to leave, but it was the safest option for everyone.
Walking as quickly as her heels would allow, Mikasa quickly glanced back and saw Sasha accidentally spill her drink all over Nile Dok. She had nearly reached the doors to the foyer when she heard her name being called.
She stopped in her tracks and saw Levi trying to catch up to her. He had taken of his black blazer revealing a set of black braces and his white cravat was still in place.
“I take it I won’t be getting that last dance.” Levi stated, already knowing the answer.
“Shit, I’m sorry. But I must leave, I don’t want to deal with him anymore.” Mikasa said, motioning to the bar where Nile Dok was trying to mop himself up.
Levi nodded.
“By the way, what I did was totally inappropriate. I didn’t know who you were when…” Mikasa mumbled.
“When you asked for my number?” Levi said coolly, “If it helps, I knew who you were, and I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t want to.”
Mikasa was confused and shook her head.
“How could you have known who I was? I’ve never seen you before?”
“Well, Hange had mentioned that she had interviewed you in passing. But when you got in trouble during you first week working for us, all three of us, Erwin, Hange and myself were notified –“
“That was a complete misunderstanding, I was only try-“
“I read the report about what happened, and I personally agreed with your actions during that altercation. It was me that recommended that you only get a warning. But still…I had to meet the woman who threw down and broke several ribs of a man weighing eighteen stone,” Mikasa turned his words around her mind, trying to piece it all together, “You have my number. The ball is in your court, so to speak.”
Mikasa nodded unsure what to say for herself.
“I’ll walk you over to your taxi.”
The two of them passed through into the foyer and out the front of the hotel entrance, waiting in the shelter of the alcove away from the snow as they waited for sight of a taxi. Five or so minutes had passed without a single taxi passing by, the chill of the night air sinking into her bones.
“Levi, go inside you must be freezing. I’ll be fine waiting by myself.”
“With the likes of Nile Dok prowling around…I don’t think so. Besides I’m not cold.”
Mikasa watched as his eyes looked up to the sky following the powdery snow fall, until she spotted the mistletoe. It was hanging directly above them. Mikasa looked back at Levi to see if he had noticed her watching him. He looked at Mikasa, her hair already crowned in the soft flecks of snow. Without saying a word, their bodies were slowly drawn together like magnets, his lips gently meeting hers. She wrapped her arms around him, feeling the firm muscles under his shirt that lined his back.
The beep of the taxi broke them apart, and Mikasa strode over without looking back or saying goodbye. As the taxi took off just before it rounded the corner, Mikasa turned back and watched Levi run his hand through his hair and turn back into the entrance of the hotel as the snow continued to fall.
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voletapril02 · 5 years ago
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The Doctor Will See You Now Ch.2
Summary: You are an established artist living in New York. You just got out of a brake up when you physically collide with a handsome doctor that saves you from almost getting hit by a car. ever since then your electric connection is undeniable. But will it be enough to withstand the trouble that could be lurking just around the corner?
 Warnings: Cursing, suggestive conversation, Slow Burn
 Pairings: Chris Evans X Reader, Y/N X Chris Evans
 Word Count: 2,130
 ** Loosely Edited/ Proofread**
 **This is my first fic so please be kind. I plan on making this a series**
 **The photos and the artwork are not mine**
After your near death experience last week you have been taking it easy all week. However, it worked in your favor since your art show was coming up. You just stayed in your apartment and painted all day which was honestly your idea of a vacation. Ever since you saw your mystery man the other day you haven't been able to stop thinking about him. This was a nice change since you were still trying to forget about Evan and everything you guys had planned. You were siting in your at home art studio. When you first moved to New York it was almost impossible to find a space that was big enough for you and Evan that could also double as a work space for you that didn't cost a fortune. So you and him were able to swing the rent for a studio space that was just for you a few blocks from the apartment, It was half a floor of an abandoned warehouse. It had good light which was all you really cared about.
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It also gave you a space that was just your own to work and clear your head. However, when you and him split you couldn't afford the two places on your own. So you sold the apartment you too shared and you moved into your work studio since it was a good size for one person and all your work. You sat in font of your easel with your hair in a messy bun and scarf over your head to keep your baby hairs down. You were wearing your painting jean jumpsuit since it was covered now caked in paint after all these years. You were about to take a break from painting when your phone buzzed. You read it and it said you had a message from an unknown number. Intrigued you picked up your phone and to your surprise the message read,
 "Hey, Y/N it's your favorite doctor (; "
 The message made you smile since you didn't expect him to reach out. Yeah he said he would but he was so damn fine that you figured you knew his type. He was smart, funny and not to mention sexy as hell. There was no way he was gonna follow up with some girl he had just met on the street. It wasn’t that you were insecure or anything you knew you were a beautiful woman. You had a beautiful caramel complexion, long curly hair, beautiful brown eyes, and curves in all the right places. You just got the sense that he wasn't the kind of guy who would value what you had to offer. And you weren’t sure you were ready for the things you were sure he was more than willing to offer.
 "I don’t know if I would say 'favorite' doctor lol. But definitely in the top 10"
 "Ouch that hurt, but ill take what I can get. However, today is your luck day since I have the perfect way you can make it up to me (; "
 "And what exactly did you have in mind?"
  You were nervous to see his reply because you were praying the next message wouldn't be a full screen dick pic. He didn't seem like that much of a douche but it certainly wouldn’t be the first time you had been caught off guard by those things. You held your breath as the three little dots popped up and then he finally said,
 "I was I would take you up on that offer to make me a custom piece, I'm free for lunch tomorrow around 12:30 "
 You were shocked since you were in no way expecting him to actually take you up on your offer. However, he had saved you life so it was the least you could do. Plus it would give you an excuse to dress up for once since you spent most of your time working at him and just being at home in general.
 " Sounds great, there is this really great coffee shop around the corner from me that is usually pretty chill. We can go there if you want"
 "Sounds great see you then, goodnight (:"
  Reading his "Goodnight" text made you look at the clock, you hadn’t realized it was so late until now but it was almost 1:00 am. It wasn't uncommon for you to get caught up in your work like this so you weren't shocked. You decided to go ahead and go to bed since you had to get up early in the morning. You decided that you would wake up around 6:00 am so you could get a few hours of work in before you had to get ready to meet him. You were excited, even though it wasn't a date it was the first time you would actually be adulting since everything, it also didn’t hurt that he was fairly since to look at.
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  Buzz- Buzz - Buzz
 You heard the irritating noise and slowly stirred from your sleep, this was your favorite part of the day. The large windows in you apartment allowed you to see the city before it woke up. Before everyone was in a hurry to get every where and meet deadlines. You really did love the city, it was where you felt at home and as though any thing was possible. After you made your morning coffee you sat back in front of your easel you finished the last painting that was to go in your series next week for the art show. The whole show was centered around femininity and the female body the way you saw it. You had always wanted to do a series like this since you always wanted to show the female body from your perspective.
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 After that you got ready for your lunch you got dressed  in a lavender sweater and ripped jeans. You didn't want to look like you tried too hard, but you also wanted to look decent. You felt like you had found the right outfit for meeting him.
On your way out the door you got a phone call from your best friend Naria. You and her grew up together, you were basically sisters. Which worked for you since you were the only girl among three brothers.
"Hey babe, what's up" she  asked
"Nothing I was just heading out the door to meet that guy I told you about, the one you saved me from being sidewalk paint"
 "Ohh, so you're going to meet doctor love? And jut when were you doing to tell me about this" She asked with a knowing tone
 "Shut up, there is nothing to tell. I told him I would make him a custom piece a way of saying thank you"
 "And I'm sure he wouldn't mind you seeing his 'custom piece', that would sure be one hell of a thank you that's for sure"  you both erupted in laughter at her hilarious innuendo.
 "You're crazy and I have to go before you make me late" you laughed
 " Okay but if I come by there later and you're having trouble walking, don't say I didn't warn you"
 You were appalled at her joke, she was crazy but you loved her.
 "Goodbye" you laughed as you hung up the phone.
 It was 12:20 and you walked into the coffee shop looking around for him, you didn’t see him so you were about to  grab your phone from your purse when you heard some ne clear their throat from be hind you. Thinking you were in someone's way you moved and immediately began apologizing.
"Oh I'm sorry, am I in your wa-"
Just as you turned around you say him standing there looking delicious.
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  You hadn't realized you were staring until he looked at you with a knowing smirk. You needed to get your shit together if you were gonna get through this lunch. Before you could embarrass yourself further you smiled at him and greeted him by putting a hand out since you wanted to go ahead and put out your boundaries.
"Hey how are you?" you asked waiting for him to accept your offer of a handshake
He looked down at the handshake than back at you, reluctantly he shook your hand. You couldn't figure out why he looked almost disappointed.
 "Good how are you?" he smiled
 "Good" you responded
  You too stood there shaking hands and looking at each other, both of you equally lost in the eyes of the other.
 "Miss?" you heard a waitress call to you
  This broke your concentration on him and caused you to let go of his hand.
 "Yes" you responded 
 Turning your head to the young red head.
 "Your table is ready, just follow me"
 You nodded looking back at him as if to ask if he heard. He outstretched his arm as the waitress lead the way and you followed her. She brought you to your table and left you too alone after she got your drink orders. You too were alone again. You hated the awkward silence, so you immediately started going through your purse to look for your sketchbook.
 " So I was thinking you could describe your style or what your looking for and I can sketch something up and then we can discus size and colors and-" he stopped you by touching your hand in order to get your attention.
 "I have to be honest with you about something. I don't really want you to paint something for me"
 Confused you scrunched your brows as if to ask why.
 "That came out wrong, I want you to paint me something , its just not the only reason that I asked you to lunch"
You then had an even more confused look on your face. He looked down as if he was trying to figure out exactly how to phrase his next statement.
 " I asked you to lunch because I think you're beautiful. To put it quite frankly I just wanted to see you again. That day that you almost got hit I had been following you"
 This frightened you, making you slowly pull your hand away from his as your breath got heavier.
 "No, no, no, not like the. Damn I'm so bad at talking. I had seen you leave that art museum, I was across the street about to hail a cab when I saw you. You were breath taking, I was trying to cross the street to come over and talk to you but then I saw the car headed your way and that’s when I ran over and pushed you out of the way. "
 After hearing  his explanation you were no longer afraid, you actually found it to be quite sweet.
 " You really are bad at talking" you joked
 " I was half way out the door when you first started"
 This made him laugh so hard he cupped his peck, which really showed just how strong he was. This gave you the opportunity to look at him. And I mean really look at him. His shoulders were broad and strong. His lips were plump and looked good enough to bite. And hid eyes, don’t even get you started on his eyes, You was so damn sexy all of a sudden you felt like a bitch in heat. You knew you had said that you wanted to maintain boundaries and all that but it wouldn't hurt to at least see where it could go with him. It didn't have to be love you told yourself but you sure as hell were entitled to a little bit if fun. He stopped laughing and looked at you had mad up your mind. You were gonna let him be your rebound, you figured he would be the perfect horse to get back on as many times as he could handle.
 "So what do you think we should do with this information?" you asked as slipped off your heel and used your foot to slowly drag it up his leg until you reached your desired destination. He looked shocked by what was going on under the lovely table cloth. For a moment you thought you had him all wrong, he seemed shyer than he did the day you met him. That was until he looked at you and leaned in close to you causing you foot to drop from his crotch.
 " I don't know that you could handle what I think we should do with it" he said was a crocked up eyebrow and a sly smirk.
  This caught you off guard and caused you breath to increase and quite frankly a tsunami between you thighs. For a moment earlier you thought you were in charge here. But ,damn were you in trouble.
"Try me" 
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thinkingoutlouddblog · 6 years ago
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Summary: The mistreatment Harry suffered in a previous relationship causes issues in his current relationship with you. 
Tags: Harry Styles x reader, requested, angst, fluff, vomiting, references to a previous emotionally abusive relationship (please don’t read if this will trigger you and get help if you need it, I am always here to talk!)
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No one ever seemed to look at Harry and see what he really was.
“I’m heading off now, H,” you spoke to Harry from your place in the doorway of his writing room, breaking him out of his trance.
He turned his head to you, attempting to subtly adjust the papers on his desk so you couldn’t see what he had just been working on. You internally sighed at his complete failure at subtlety but said nothing, not wanting to intrude on the music he so often kept secret from you.
You felt the tug at your chest nonetheless. You were no fool. You knew why he was so private when it came to writing music. Despite the year you had spent sharing your life with Harry, you still failed to be his inspiration, his muse.
“Okay lovie,” he replied.
You, certainly, did not see.
“Will I ever get to hear any of this music you stay holed up in here to write?” You tried to adopt a teasing tone, silently cursing yourself for your lack of self control.
“You’ll hear it when it’s done, just like everyone else,” he gave you a half smile, still not quite withdrawn from his own head yet.
He tended to become completely immersed in his writing, and it would sometimes take hours for him to get out of his own head and back down to Earth. This was something you were used to.
“But I’m not just everyone else am I?” You failed to maintain the teasing tone this time around.
“Love-” Harry started, somewhat shocked, but you purposefully unlocked your phone and looked down at the time before he could even start.
“I’ve got to get going or I’ll be late,” the normalcy returned to your voice, and you took a few steps forward to press a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Love you,” you called as you walked out.
You heard not a word in return.
Not even Gemma saw what he really was.
“So how is Harold, who is far too busy writing love songs about you to attend this evening?” Gemma asked over drinks at Anne’s house some hours later.
“I would hardly say he’s writing songs about me,” you gave what you hope sounded like a light-hearted laugh.
“Are you joking?” Anne interjected, “All he ever seems to write about anymore is you. Every time I ask him what he’s writing about when he’s sitting on my couch with his journal and pen he says it’s something for you,” she laughed, not noticing the doubt etched in your brow.
He couldn’t be writing about you, you thought to yourself, what reason could he possibly have to hide his music from you if that was the case. He’s one of the most talented singer-songwriters around today. It just didn’t add up.
“I don’t know it’s just…” you spoke with uncertainty, “He’s really secretive about all of his music. The whole year we’ve been together he’s been working so hard on writing this new album, but I haven’t heard any of it. Not once. Surely I would have if he wasn’t scared I’d be angry that none of it is actually about me.”
“I’m not sure,” the cogs in Gemma’s head were turning. She knew for a fact that Harry wrote about you. All the damn time. So she knew you had to be wrong. But something there was clearly not quite right. He had never been precious about sharing his music before.
Oh.
It suddenly clicked in Gemma’s head.
“He did share a lot of his music with his… ex-girlfriend,” she hesitated, knowing this could be a sensitive topic, “but I don’t think she really received it well. She had no expertise and yet she was his biggest critic. She said she didn’t want him releasing any of the songs that were,” she hesitated once more, “about her.”
“Right,” you said, shocked. He had never mentioned this girl before.
“Oh, it’s not to worry love,” Anne piped up again, ever the one to shine positivity into a situation. “That’s his past and he’s going to leave all of that sensitivity behind soon enough I just know it.
“Do you know how I know it?” She smiled, leaning in closer to you.
“How?” You couldn’t help but smile with her.
“Because you’re his forever. I just know it.”
Nor his own mother, saw what he was.
Anne’s words reverberated in your head the whole night. Through the drinks and the laughs and the whole ride home.
You were still so dazed by Anne’s words that it took you a moment longer than it should have to process what was happening when you walked through the door of your shared home.
You could hear him before you see him, emptying his stomach into the toilet of the guest bathroom. “Babe?” you call from the doorway, alerting him of your presence before you nudge the door open with your foot to see your love hunched over the toilet.
It feels like a stab to the heart, seeing the boy you hold so so dear in so much pain and discomfort. All you want to do is take every bit of pain he’s feeling away. Almost as quickly as your caring instincts kick in though, he stops himself vomiting long enough to say, “Don’t come in! I’ll take care of myself I promise!”
Your brow furrows in confusion. “What?” you say, stepping closer towards him.
“You weren’t supposed to see!” He cries out, hysterical from the illness overtaking his body. “You weren’t supposed to see!” he repeats, tears slipping from his eyes as he continues vomiting into the toilet.
You kneel down beside him now and start rubbing his back as he finishes heaving into the toilet. “Baby why am I not supposed to see? You’ve taken care of me when I was sick like this, why can’t I do the same?” you ask, assuming he’s embarrassed for you to see him as he is.
He wipes his mouth and slumps down against the wall, clearly finished for now. You lean forward and flush the toilet for him. He sits slumped in silence, gazing at a spot past you, purposely not looking at you.
“So?” you ask him, after having allowed him a moment’s silence.
“She-” he paused, nervous, “she didn’t like it.”
“Who didn’t like what?” you prompted.
“My- my ex, she didn’t like it when I was sick. She told me not to go anywhere near her,” his voice grew softer, “she told me I had to look after myself instead of making myself a problem for other people.” He looked down at his hands, still refusing to look at you.
Now, now he was allowing you to see what no one but himself saw. He had been broken before. Absolutely smashed on the ground. Made to be self conscious, insecure, afraid. Made to call the mistreatment he was suffering love. And he escaped, yes. He put himself back together, yes. But he was still delicate.
“Oh baby,” you frowned, reaching forward and sweeping a lock of his sweat matted hair back behind his ear.
You felt as though you could actually physically feel your heart aching for him, the urge to take all of the pain he was feeling away doubling. You also felt as though fire was pumping through your veins, your anger at the woman you had felt at the woman you heard about for the first time tonight tripling.
“You’re not a problem. You’re just sick. Everyone gets sick. And no one should be forced to take care of themselves when they’re sick,” you stroked his hair, inching closer towards him from your seat on the bathroom floor.
“Especially not when they have someone who loves them so dearly. Because when you love someone, you take care of them. Even when it isn’t pretty,” you half-joked, trying to get a smile out of him.
“I love you,” he whispered, voice raw from illness.
“I love you too,” you pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Half an hour later, you both laid in bed, Harry shirtless and lying on his back, you lying on your side facing him, lightly tracing patterns over his stomach to put it at ease. You were trying not to crowd him, giving him room to try and make him feel better and also to keep his mind clear.
“You know your Mum and Gemma actually mentioned that girl at dinner tonight,” you spoke softly. Harry just hummed in response, giving you permission to carry on. “She sounds like she was a real piece of work.”
“Yeah,” he rasped. “She clearly did a real number on me with her bullshit,” he turned his head to look at you.
It was your turn to hum in response.
“I guess I’ve been holding back a bit, in some aspects of our relationship. Or acting out of fear because of her but-” he sighed, “you’re not her. You’re nothing like her. You make me feel safe. You make this house feel like a home.”
It was at that moment, Harry decided he was going to make a change. He had to erase his fears. He had to re-learn the instincts that he should have. And he knew, without either of you having to say a word, that you both knew that. He knew that you would be there with him every step of the way.
A few moments passed, with you still tracing patterns into his belly, trying to bring comfort with your delicate touch.
“Hey y/n?”
“Yeah?”
“When I get better can I- can I play you some of the songs I wrote?” He tried to remove some of the nerves from his voice, but she understood.
“If you feel comfortable playing them to me before everyone else, baby,” you spoke carefully.
“Of course,” he spoke without hesitation now.
Because after all, you weren’t everyone else. You were his forever.
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❝dating them would include❞ Tate Langdon
Dating Tate Langdon Would Include
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You met him when you first moved into the house
He showed up in your room introducing himself as your neighbor
You didn’t think much of it as he quickly began sorting through your music collection
“Do you got any Kurt Cobain?”
“Yeah, its.... right here!”
“That’s so cool. I never find anybody else who listens to him,”
“The older stuff is the best, isn’t it?”
“Tell me about it.”
He just sorta came around after that
Whenever you came home from school he’d be waiting for smoking outside your door
If you question him about it he just pushes it off or uses the excuse he's homeschooled
He’ll show up at your bedroom door and come in and talk to you
Or just listen to music
He tries to help you with your homework but he's only good at Art
Which he frequently shows his drawings to you
Their mostly gothic portraits that usually predict the person smoking
It carries the 90s grunge style he loves
Sometimes, he tries to teach you to draw
Which is just his excuse to put his hand on yours
Tate has been alone for a while (before and after Violet)
So he falls for you pretty easily
It’s the little things about you that get him in the beginning
Your lovely taste in music
The fact your both calming and quiet while still being spontaneous
How he can bitch around with you and you don’t get offended, just bitch right back at him
Then when you two got closer he just fell in love
You weren’t scared to pry
Asking him things about his past and his family
“How come your homeschool? I mean, Westfield isn’t that bad,” 
“It was just some stupid shit-”
“Don’t bullshit me, Tate, tell me the truth.”
You were slightly pushy but he kind of liked it
Plus he loved how you were unconsciously affectionate
When he’d show up at your house you’d always greet him with a hug, then shy away
When his dirty blonde curls would fall into his face you’d brush your fingers against the curls and fix them out of his face
Your eyes drifting down to his lips
Or the times you’d fallen asleep while listening to music and pulled him closer
While still denying the fact you were just as needy as he was
Finally, after he brazenly flirted with you, he made a move
You were both in the front of your yard
Sitting on the rail of the porch while passing around a blunt
You looked at him as he exhaled through his nose, a goofy smile on your face
You were always more emotional when you were high
“What?” he asked mimicking your smile.
“Nothing,” you said “Your just pretty,” you laughed. 
He laughed to wrapping his arm around you “Come here,” he said pulling you close
You scooted and pressed against his side looking up at him with red eyes
Then he pressed his lips against yours
The next day, you remembered what had happened
You tried to ignore Tate
But with him (secretly living in your house) almost always there to the point, your parents gave him a key
He found you quicker than you expected
He had you pressed against the closest 
“Look... you don’t have to pretend that you like me. I’ll understand if you don’t,” You said looking down.
Tate just stared at you confused for a second before he shook his head and laughed
“Kitten, I kissed you first. I want you... do I need to prove that?”
You looked up with a quiet gasp as he swooped to brush his lips against yours
“Please, will you be my girlfriend?”
“God, yes...”
Tate is a surprisingly affectionate boyfriend, he tones down after a few months, though
Whenever Tate is around (which is always) his arm is always around you
He’s always touching you
Holding hands, having his arm around you, keeping his hand on your thigh, on your back - just anywhere, really
He loves distracting you
If you're trying to study, he puts his hand on your thigh and just rubs slowly
He’ll move closer to you and kiss up to your neck
He sucks at that spot that just makes you melt and bite at your lip
“Tate, I really have to get this -- mhmm  -- done.”
He’ll just shush you brushing hair out of your face 
“That can wait ‘til later,” he says pulling you closer to him
He still is a sarcastic fuck, though
“Tate, I get that you don’t like her. You can dislike her... not everyone has good taste.”
“Kind of like her music, right?”
*going off on a tangent about something the school should do, in a serious manner* 
“Babe, you shouldn’t take yourself so seriously. No one else does.”
*rolls eyes*
“Stop throwing pillows at me! When someone is being dumb, it is my obligation to enlighten them with a sarcastic comment!”
He can be really serious when you need him to
If your upset at anything, he just wants you to feel better
So he’ll come over and he’ll hold you
Stroking your hear while he tries to get you to talk to him
“Kitten... everything is going to be fine. Do you wanna talk about? If you wanna talk about, I’ll listen,” he prods. 
If you struggle with depression or (most) other mental illness, he understands completely
It’s one of the few things he took from his past life
He’s just very understanding
If you find out about his dark part he tries his best to prove he's different
He tries to tell you about how he didn’t remember he did that
He’s clearly upset as he does but you just don’t know if it's true
So you avoid him for a little
He gives you your own space but after a week or two he starts leaving little notes
“I miss you”
“I’m sorry”
“I never meant to”
You try your best to ignore them and think of what you’ll do
You come to the conclusion that since Tate hasn’t hurt anyone you love he might be better
So you walk into your room seeing Tate walk that way and see a new note on your bed
“I love you”
You rush around the house and finally decide he must be in the basement
“Tate?” you call out “I wanna talk...”
“Are you mad at me?” He asks quickly.
You look over at him with sad eyes “No,” you tell him “I... I miss you... and I figured since you never hurt me or anyone I love. You might be better.”
He’d give you this hopeful smile and practically run other to you
He just wraps you in his arms burying his head in your shoulder 
“I love you so much,” he cries
“I love you too, Tate”
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shhh-no-ones-home · 5 years ago
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practice makes patience connor murphy x reader
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super short, still sorry if it sucks, i havent read it since i wrote it like two years ago
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120. "Can i do your hair"
117. "Hes pampering me, let him be"
57. "Dont talk anymore"
tag list: @cynic-spirit
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I sat on the couch and poked at my stomach, laughing at connor peering over at me. I could secretly tell he was a little peeved that i was having way to much fun with this pregnancy. It wasnt like we planned on having a kid but ever since we found out he'd been spending a lot more time with me, which i think was just an excuse for him to get out of the house and away from his family. I ran my hand over my stomach a couple of times before he got up in a huff and left me to watch the tv by myself. I rolled my eyes in a play manner before checking the channel guide for different movies that were on.
I decided on one and not long after connor walked back out of my bedroom and leaned against the couch behind me. I reached up and haphazardly stroked his arm before resting my hand back on my stomach. He kissed the top of my head before resting his own head on top of mine. We sat like that for a minute before he opened his mouth.
"Can i do your hair?"
I was a little shocked and had to look back at him to make sure he was serious. He looked dead serious, and was definitely concentrating on something.
"I guess?'
"Well i mean, you always do mine cause i dont really know how to, and since we found out we are expecting a little girl i figured i might as well get some practice in right?"
I shrugged.
"Is there anything you want me to teach you how to do or are you just gonna try to do something on your own?"
He let out a nervous laugh.
"Actually ive been watching some youtube tutorials on how to do certain kids hair styles and i kinda wanted to try those."
I was a little shocked, hed never really taken a big interest in certain things the whole time we were together and gosh darn it if he wanted to learn something new then i was gonna help him to my best ability.
"Alright cool, do you want me to sit at the table or anything or is here good or what?"
He looked a little like a deer caught in headlights at my question.
"Crap i hadnt thought that far ahead."
"Thats okay, youre new at this, just pick a spot where you think you will have the easiest access to what you wanna try."
He looked up and thought for a second.
"You know what i think you can stay right there, i just need you to sit up a little bit."
"Alright, sounds good."
I offered him a proud smile and gladly obliged. I sat there and waited as he ran around the house collecting the things he thought he needed. Pretty soon he got to work and i was loving every minute of it. No one played with my hair as often as id prefer but it was happening now and i was gonna revel in it; that is until he caught a stray hair and started pulling on knots and things. Thats when it became a little less bearable but i was still willing to work with him. An hour or so passed when my mom came home, she was holding bags of groceries and was a little shocked to see connor concentration on not only me but also my hair. After she put everything away she joined us in the living room.
"Your letting him touch your hair like that?"
I felt him stop and i knew he had that sad face without even turning to look at him. I gave her a stern look.
"Hes pampering me, let him be. Hes trying his hardest and im gonna support him because he wants to learn how to do hair before our little girl gets here."
She just rolled her eyes and i looked back up at him to see him smiling down at me. I heard her call back in from the kitchen.
"When hes done he can come learn how to cook your little girl a propper meal too."
"Hes trying his best, and we've been working on that now shush and dont talk any more!"
I looked back up at him.
"Youve been doing great baby, we have a good while before shes actually gonna be eating real food, i mean for heavens sake she isnt even close to being here yet."
I let out a soft laugh and he sent me a reassuring smile.
"Ill be sure to add proving your mother wrong to my to do list. But for right now i gotta finish this."
"Right, ill hush now and turn around."
Another hour passed and i was beginning to think he hadnt done much despite what i was feeling being done to my head. He clapped though which caused me to turn around.
"All done babe, wanna come look at it?"
I smacked my knees before standing up.
"Well of course i do!"
He covered my eyes and walked me to the bathroom, he turned me around, had me open my eyes, and handed me a small mirror to look at it from behind. When i saw it my jaw dropped.
"Connor it looks fantastic! Our little girl is gonna look like an elf or a princess!"
He smiled really big at me.
"You really think its that good?"
"Of course i do, i love it baby."
He gave me a big hug.
"I told you ive been watching tutorials, i didnt think it would be that hard but a couple braids here and there aren't to bad once you finally get the hang of it."
"When her hair is long enough to do stuff with i know she is absolutely going to love having you do it."
We walked back out into the living room and he kissed my forehead.
"Thanks babe, i cant wait to do it for her."
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my-only-angelle · 6 years ago
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it had been nearly two weeks since Richard had been home from tour, and it has been the hardest two weeks for you because you had been keeping the biggest secret from him for so long already. You were nearly four months pregnant and you haven’t told a soul since you found out- you were adamant that the first person to know should be the father of your child. throughout the whole time, he had been home you still hadn’t found the right time to tell him. there was always so much going on and the two of you had been pulled in every direction since Richard came home. every other weekend Aaliyah was staying at y’alls house and throughout the week Richard was either in meetings, recording sessions or trying to catch up on everything he’s missed since he was on tour. enough time had passed that you knew you had to tell him soon or he would find out by other means. You had remembered that this weekend would be his families monthly get together and you were dreading the thought of not only having to hide your small growing bump from Richard but now his entire family too.
soon enough Saturday had come and you were trying to find the right outfit to wear that wouldn’t arise too much suspicion. you had begun showing a small bump about a month ago but you could easily play it off as bloating or eating too much during a meal to friends and family. But now, nearly four months along and it was starting to show more and you would need to find a top that was flowy enough that no one would notice. After deciding on a good enough outfit, you went to find Richard and see if he was ready to go- you knew all too well how impatient his family could get, especially with how rarely they had the chance to see him.
the entire drive to his families house was a mix of Richard talking about how much he missed being home, being with you and now finally getting to be with his whole family again. this was one of the big reasons why it was so easy to fall for him- his love for his family was so strong and that was a quality that you had cherished and not to mention how he was with Aaliyah. She was the only girl in his life for so long and when you came along he was very hesitant at first and very unsure of how things would turn out. he had been burned so many times before and even with Aaliyah’s mom, he had every right to be cautious with who he brought into his life and now his daughters’ life as well. after dozens of secret dates and a few sleepovers he introduced Aaliyah to you and honestly he couldn’t tell who was more nervous- him or you. but every nerve instantly dissipated as soon as he saw how well Aaliyah took to you and that’s when he knew that you would be different than any other girl before you. he didn’t realize how much he had already fallen for you until it was too late, and by then he was determined to make things work with you and he knew that you would be his forever. And that feeling was very evident in the way that he always included you in his plans for the future and by the fact that the two of you were always assumed to be coming to every family function. His family had welcomed you with open arms after he had spent months talking about you to anyone who would listen. This weekend was no different than any other time that you had gone over, at least that’s what you had to convince yourself of so no one would ask any questions.
Being snapped out of your own thoughts you felt the car door open to your side as Richard stayed there looking down at you with a puzzled look.
“Estas bien nena?” he asks as you take his hand to get out of the car and walk up to his parent’s house. 
“what? yeah, I’m just a bit tired babe- ah pues, Tengo hambre. how about we go in, yeah?” you said as you tried to blame your mindlessness on something else, hoping it would be enough for Richard to drop the subject.
the two of you were immediately greeted with loud screams and warm hugs. Every family member quickly exchanging ‘hello’s’ and then moving yall to the back yard where all the action was. It wasn’t long before Richard was basically tackled to the ground by yashua and everyone’s attention went to the two brothers making complete fools of themselves as per usual.
“SAY IT PENDEJO! SAY IT!!” yashua screams as he tries to pin Richard down on the ground. Your mixed emotions getting the better of you as you watched the muscles on Richard’s arms flex as he tried to break loose from his little brother’s grip. luckily with all the commotion going on outside, you managed to sneak away and go inside and get a little peace from all the noise. it wasn’t that you didn’t love his family because you did, and they all adored you- his entire family had welcomed you as soon as Richard had introduced you and that really meant the world when the two of you moved in together and you were left all alone when he went on tour. But at the moment you knew that you would spill the beans to anyone who even paid the smallest attention to you. unfortunately for you, you weren’t going to catch a break today.
“Hey! it’s so nice to see you again y/n, would you mind helping me in the kitchen real quick? I just need some help making the chile, can you mix everything together?” Richards mom asked you as you turned the corner into the kitchen.
“uh, sure, of course.’ you nervously laugh as you stand next to her, hoping that she won’t see the small bump that slightly going over the countertop.
She started with some small talk while she moved around the kitchen. easy questions like how you’d been, what it was like to have Richard back home and if y’all had any plans for the few weeks that he was still in town. at first, it was easy to give simple answers but as time went on, you could smell the overwhelming aroma of all the food that was filling the small room. you could feel your stomach come up to your throat and your mouth start to water as you knew exactly what was about to happen in a matter of seconds if you didn’t get out soon. You couldn’t hold it down any longer as you ran straight to the empty sink and let everything out. it took less than a second for Richards mom to be by your side and pulling your hair back and rubbing small circles on your back. so much for trying to hide it from everyone now. After you had calmed down enough to catch your breath, you apologized profusely for throwing up in her sink, but all she could do was sit back and listen while all the switches clicked in her head.
“so how far along are you y/n?” she questions, her knowing smirk evident. and then it happened, just like seconds before but now the truth came out like word vomit. you couldn’t hold it in any longer and her caring eyes were enough to get you to spill every detail and how far along you knew you were. it took a full minute to realize that she had pulled you into a tight hug as you told her everything. and it wasn’t until she pulled away and her smile fell as she looked directly behind you.
“ay, mijo.. um. I think you two should talk,” she says as she leaves the room and for the second time you could feel your stomach turn. 
you slowly turned around trying to avoid his gaze, knowing that you would break down at any second if he were to look you in the eyes.
“um… how-how long were you there? did you hear everyt-”
“-is it true?” he cuts you off while walking closer to you, small tears beginning to pool in his eyes. he held your chin and tilted it up so he could look you in the eyes. you couldn’t keep it from him any longer.
“i-…. yes… it’s true- i-i tried to tell you earlier, but it just wasn’t the right time- and i- I’m so sorry baby, i-”
“Woah, why are you sorry nena? this is…. this is the best news I’ve had all year!” he says as he wipes the few tears that fell down his cheek, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into his chest while his shirt easily caught the tears falling from your eyes.
“I’m going to be a dad again?” he whispered as his beautifully bright smiled crept on his face. your tears still freely flowing as your smile matched his, your head nodding as he picked you up and spun you around the room. the mix of emotions finally leaving your body like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders. he set you down gently as he gently placed his warm hand against your small bump. he quickly looks up to you
“We have to tell everyone amor!” he says trying to contain his excitement as he grabbed your hand and nearly dragged you outside with the rest of his family, clearly having no patience and wanting everyone to know right away.
 once the two of you were outside, he pulled you close as he tried to get everyone’s attention.
“YO EVERYBODY LISTEN UP! IMA NEED EVERYONE TO MAKE WAY FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND THE MOTHER OF MY CHILD!” he exclaimed excitedly to his entire family as he dramatically parted ways through everyone and brought you down the porch steps- obviously not paying attention to your red cheeks from all the attention being on the two of you. loud hollers and screams were being shared amongst his family as all of his tias came rushing towards you to touch your hardly noticeable bump. you could see from the corner of your eye Richards mom raising her cup to you, and then yashua jumping up and down telling Richard that this baby was going to be the best-styled baby ever and that he was ready to be the best tio ever just like he is with Aaliyah.
“this is the start of our forever baby.”  he whispers into your ear while he gently stroked the small of your back and swayed you back and forth.
this is unedited because i basically rewrote the whole thing, so ill fix it tomorrow guys lol😅😅😅😅
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dxlansfxck · 6 years ago
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Saints & Sins [G.D] - Part 1
Summary: there's nothing that pisses Y/N off more than her own life. her family is highly religious, wealthy and nothing she'd consider fun. her surrounding is boring, but once the new guy, grayson, decides to sit right next to her, Y/N enters a new world filled with romance & fun. little did she know that this kind of fun had his shadow side to it.
Warnings: DRUG ABUSE!, this story is all about drugs, sex & a toxic relationship, if you don’t like stuff like that, you probably shouldn’t read this.
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00 - Prologue
„I don’t get it, y/n! What did we do to you? How could you end up like this?”, her mother broke down in tears while looking down at her dirty, probably disgusting smelling self, “You’re the worst that could have happened to our family! Just because you needed to fall in love with this Grayson guy. The devil has sent him to test you, but you failed. You sinned just to receive a bit of pleasure instead of listening to your god!” She’s talking herself into some kind of rage but she isn’t even listening, ignoring her own mother like she did the past few months.
God here, god there. That’s all her family talks about, this weird guy that seems to live in the sky and watches us living. But how could she think him or Jesus when her mind is full of other things. Like her next shot. “Y/N, I can’t believe it! You’re not even listening to your own mother. I need to call the church so they can send father Louis to us, he needs to clean your mind! He needs to get those demons out of your thoughts.”
Suddenly, she starts praying, which Y/N’s opportunity to get out of here. She slowly walks back into her room, ignoring the cold floor on her naked feet, closes the door and smirks at the beautiful boy that’s already laying in her dirty bed. “Took you long, babe. Did your mother tell you I’m the devil’s son again? That I came straight from hell to ruin your life? Why don’t you listen to her, angel? Why won’t you leave me for your own sake?”, his fingers trail over her lips, making her already weak to the bones. Grayson chuckles, his still very muscular chest rising. His voice is full of sarcasm while his lips form the devilish grin that made her fall for him long time ago. Meanwhile, he takes the old, rusty utensils from the nightstand and slowly pours the white powder on top of the spoon. As soon as she sees his actions, her mind goes crazy and her tiny, destroyed body starts to shake from the sudden pain she feels. But Grayson takes his time preparing his own shot, holds the lighter under the spoon painfully slow.
“For fucks sake, hurry!”, her raspy voice breaks, but she bets he understood what she was saying, he just didn’t want to listen. “Gray, I can’t wait anymore!” Her cold hands were starting to shake so badly, that she was sure she couldn’t even prepare her own shot anymore but she knew Grayson, he wouldn’t do it for her, the were far past this point and he didn’t even wanted her to start this anyway. “If you’ve got enough time to prepare it that slowly, hand it over! I need it now! You know that once I’m on turkey I can’t do it myself. GIVE IT TO ME!”, she tries to rip the improvised belt out of his hand, but he just pushes her away with his foot before ramming the needle in his veins. A few seconds later, his eyes were already closing while a soft smile appears on his lips.
“Fucking son of a bitch”, she mostly mutters to herself before pulling the needle out of his arm and starts preparing her own shot of happiness. She didn’t even bother to clean the needle, if they didn’t get ill from sharing by now, it’ll probably never happen.
Her hands won’t stop shaking while cooking the substance on the dirty spoon and it gets even worse while she was trying to get it into the needle. She nearly dropped everything while searching for a good enough vein, trying not to shoot into the scar tissue, but after a few misplaced shots, she finally gets a good one that beams her somewhere else before falling asleep on Grayson’s chest.
01 - Grayson Bailey Dolan
Her life is boring. Not interesting at all. She’s been in this Christian boarding school ever since she was 6. Now she had to change to a Christian college and to be honest: it really fucking sucks.
She needs to take religion classes every day, visit the college  church every Sunday and her parents seem to be the most boring humans on earth.
“Y/N, c’mon, we’re coming late to Biology!”
Have I already mentioned that her classmates suck as well? She’s never seen someone coming late to class, it’s always been her and always her. By her, I mean Y/N Y/L/N. Ugh, she knows it could’ve been worse, because there’s a guy sitting in front of her called Thaddeus, I mean… You probably know what I mean.
After lunch – strictly vegetarian, of course – and without any motivation left, she attempted the last class of the day. Her uniform was already loose because she had opened the first two buttons of her blouse, the tie hanging loosely around her neck. Which college had uniforms anyway? This was a fucking cult.
“Ms. Y/L/N, could you please put your feet back on the holy ground instead of the table? Or do you want to clean it afterwards?” Y/N huffs in annoyance, placing her feet back in front of her. Instead of mocking the teacher, she gets interrupted by the door swinging open loudly. None of those fuckers would come late to class, but nobody heard of a new student joining them. The guy that walks in seemed a bit older, he was taller and… built. He was a giant, broad shoulders, thick thighs and you could tell through his uniform shirt, that his chest was phenomenal.
“My lovely students, this is Grayson Bailey Dolan. His parents moved here from New Jersey, please don’t be rude to him! I bet he’d be glad to know all of you. Grayson Bailey, why don’t you tell the class more about yourself?”
Grayson Bailey Dolan, as the teacher told them, didn’t seem to be very affected by anything. He studies every single face, which gives Y/N the opportunity to study his. A mop of bleached hair, narrowed eyebrows and brown eyes that had the same annoyed look as hers. His plump lips were pressed into a line, probably hiding a rude commentary to his introduction.
“It’s Grayson. And I don’t see the point in introducing myself, wouldn’t want to make friends anyway.” His deep voice didn’t surprise her at all, while he begins walking towards the only empty chair – which of course led to be the one next to Y/N. She fought for this place for about two years, she would never share it. Not with him, not with anyone. “I want to sit alone”, she spat. “And I don’t care.”
“Alright, the seat next to Ms Y/L/N is empty as you already saw. Now, tell us about your hobbies, your favorite book, don’t be shy!”, their teacher still tries to make him talk, but Grayson just huffs in annoyance. “No hobbies, I don’t read, just look at the pictures, and for that I prefer the dirty ones, you know?”
“Oh, okay, well… Anyways, we’re going to start with our next topic which will be DNS and genetics. I’ll show you a little short film and you have to take some notes so we can discuss it later on. Have fun with our little friend Geni!”
With that, the teacher started some stupid clip of an alien called Geni that wants to teach genetics while being funny. Didn’t work out that well.
“Hey, is she always like that? She seems to be a bit sick in the head.” Grayson’s voice drags Y/N out of her thoughts, and she was surprised that he decided to talk to her. She shrugs her shoulders while muttering a quick “dunno”. She feels his eyes burning through her body while he was obviously checking her out, so she kept starring at him. “Is there something interesting to see? You should focus on Geni, our little friend, not my unbuttoned blouse.” With that, she continued studying his face, his jawline was very strong in contrast to his hallowed cheeks. His eyes seem to be tired because they’ve always been kind of closed while his gaze is starring somewhere else.
Just in the moment he was about to open his mouth, the teacher screams “Well that was fun! Never been so amused while learning important lections! Ha, Geni is a genius. I hoped you wrote down anything important so we can discuss them in the next lesson. Have a night evening and I hope everyone will be there to cheer on our hockey team, they have their first official match today!”
 Soon, the classroom is empty, and everyone is inside their dorms. Y/N changed into something more comfy before sitting down on her desk while painting with her new oil colors.
“Wow, damn! This is sick! Looks like some kind of a trip. Do you draw often? I mean, of course you do, it looks so fucking good!” Y/N got so terrified that she nearly fell out of her chair, then she realized it was Grayson standing right next to her, his eyes on the piece of paper in front of her.
“Ehm, hi Grayson? Nice to see you, I guess, but that’s my room?” “Hi, cool room. I like your style, fits mine”, he points to her pair of joggers while opening and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he sits down on the bed which hasn’t had an owner. Yet.
“Anyways, this college sucks. I mean, it really bloody sucks. Teacher and students. Sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you, but you know how it is. Everyone seems to be manipulated by god, it’s really scary. Well, I live here now, but I gotta go. See you later, alligator.”
He was soon gone and Y/N was more than confused. She was a girl, living in a dorm, not knowing there was any chance to have a boy as a roommate. Of course, sometimes boyfriend and girlfriend were able to share a room, but most of the time, it was strictly separated. Shrugging the thought off, Y/N prepared her stuff for a quick shower, still thinking about Grayson Bailey Dolan and the impact he’s going to have on her life.
 The next morning already starts with a surprise, it seems like Grayson Dolan hasn’t been in there the entire night. His suitcase and most of his clothes are still spread across his bed. This boy was such a mystery.
Not even an hour later, Y/N finds herself in the first class of the day, not listening to what the teacher said, drawing in her notebook again. “Do you always draw that stuff? I mean, yesterday, today, literally all the time. Not that it bothers me, I really like it. But I wanna know what’s in your head.” She was kinda pissed about Grayson’s presence that she couldn’t ever answer his question. “Oh c’mon, don’t act like you’re listening to that bullshit this nun is talking about. And since you’re a student here, you should be drawing churches or the holy ghost or I don’t even know. But for sure not that”, he points to the burning people she drew, burning in the purgatory and her cheeks got instant red.
“Where were you last night? When I woke up I found your suitcase on your bed, just like you left it yesterday. Listen, those professors are so fucking strict, I don’t want to lose this place, okay? And one of their simplest punishments is scrubbing the church floor – which I don’t want to do either because there will be 20 Jesus figures watching you. And..” “Y/L/N, Dolan! This lesson is more precious than your conversation, seems like I have to inform both of your parents. Detention, both of you!” Their fat, disusting teacher interrupts them.
After 4 more hours of maths and religion, Y/N practically runs into her room, Grayson Dolan right behind her. “Y/N, why aren’t you talking to me? Are you angry ‘cause of the detention? Listen, I’m kinda sorry, but it’ll be just two hours of sitting there, it could be worse. And why is the ugly rat calling our parents? Y/L/N are you even listening?” She feels Grayson’s large hand on her shoulder, but shrugs it off. “Hm? Yeah, sure I am.” “You’re weird, but oh well. Are you hungry? Should we head out to Subway or McDonalds? We still have a bit of time left before detention starts and I’m starving.”
The girl is looking up to him, confusion written on her face. “Leaving? The only time you’re allowed to leave is between 3 and 7. Lunch is in the canteen, but the food is vegetarian.”
Grayson’s eyes widen in shock. “Vegetarian? Seriously? Dude, this is torture! How are you even alive?” “Dunno, never had meat, never wanted to, it’s dead animals. That’s disgusting. There’s plants for a reason, y’know?” “Sick”, Grayson nods. “Hey, Y/N! Why can’t ants go to church? ‘cause they’re insects. In-sects! Understand?”, he laughs so hard that he needed to sit down on his bed, holding his stomach. Y/N on the other hand opened the bible on her desk. “Haha, funny”, she mumbled and began to write down the daily phrases they needed to hand in the next day.
“Have you ever drunk alcohol? Or smoked? Oh, you hesitated, you’re a literal virgin. In everything! We need to change that, but first: lunch!” He drags her by her tiny hands and almost runs into the dining hall. “What’s that smell?”, he scrunches his nose, looking confused. “I don’t even know, it always smells like cabbage, but there’s never cabbage in the meals. You need to get the vegetable burger, but never the vegetable sausages. Everything with noodles or potatoes is fine, salad is okay but the soups are disgusting, got it? We can go to the city later on and find something better for you.” They both decided on getting the burger and while Y/N bites into it, Grayson takes a bite of the fries, then scrunches his nose again and adds half a bottle of ketchup onto them.
“I can show you around then, but there aren’t any cool stores to buy clothes, I usually order them once I’m home”, Y/N managed to speak while chewing her last bite of burger. “You’re pretty cool, angel. Never thought I could meet someone I’d like in here.”  
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