#i should've left my company last year but i didn't. because i didn't want to deal with the job market

[pandora15]

it's kinda annoying that i can't apply to manager level positions because i don't have managerial experience

and the reason i don't have managerial experience is because i've never been promoted! love that for me :)

[tomatoswup]

Love, Vash

summary: one last letter to the love of his life

warnings/tags: angst, hurt no comfort, except for kuroneko comfort, yeaahhhh

pairing: vash x reader

A/N: oh yall gonna hate me for this one,,,,,,

Dear love,

I'm writing this letter as a goodbye.

Well, I already know you've said yours those few years ago but I couldn't accept it. How could I?

I could practically hear your voice scolding me for not feeling better even though you said to continue on without you.

Remember our little wooden house? After you passed, I had rebuilt it with a little help of a few friends! You'd be proud to see it with fresh paint and all!

Times are changing, and all this new stuff and tech is coming out I can barely catch up! Kinda wish that things were like the old days but change is good!

I remember you telling me that.

I still visit Meryl and Milly when I get the chance, and reminisce about back then. Their grandchildren are a handful though! The youngest great-grandchild kept pulling my hair as if it weren't spiky enough! But they're good kids :)

Well, after visiting them, I traveled all around No Man's, and on my little adventure, I found a cute black cat! I have decided to call them Valentinez!

Just kidding! I decided to call them Kuro, cute name ey?

I think you would've like it.

I got the chance to visit and leave flowers on Wolfwood's grave like we use to every year on his birthday. Even got him a pack of cigs to put next to the flowers! I think he'd like that alot..

I miss you.

I miss the little dances we use to do in the kitchen, I miss hearing your worries.

You always looked beautiful, no matter back when you were young, or when you would look down at your wrinkled hands.

You never ceased to take my breath away. Remember our last dance? Sure I had to help you get up from bed but I didn't care about that. Sorry I was still a bit too tall, and you knoww, you shrunk a bit but I leaned down just for ya!

Small steps and small breaths but you held on tight.

I don't think you realized how much it hurt though, it hurt so much. I wanted to dance with you forever.

I don't wanna be a plant, I should've passed with you. I wanted to leave this planet with you.

It hurt to watch you pass, that you took your final breath, and it pained me for so long I couldn't stay in the house alone.

Whenever the house was silent and empty, I left. I didn't care where, I had to just get away.

It took a while and I had alot to think about, but I got the courage to come back again. I neatly put your things away because I know you weren't a big fan of a messy home, but I kept some things you had untouched. Remember the necklace you left on your nightstand? I kept it there just how you left it.

The cat's been a big help with keeping me company, he's a trickster sure but it keeps me active!

I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise and move on. But you never ceased to leave my mind.

I'm glad I had all of these beautiful memories with you in this little worn down house, on those adventures that I first met you on, and the 60 years we've spent together that went by like a blink of an eye.

But I'm going to go on my last adventure before I come back home.

Give me your strength to face my foes and continue in peace as I take my final steps towards the end of this chaos.

Love,

Vash

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for snapping at my (18f) friend (19f) and then not talking to her again?

In middle school I met this girl who was in the same grade as me. We met because we were both friends with the same person, and slowly became friends as well. I wouldn't have called her my best friend though, she was just one of the people I hung out with at school (one of the few people, I struggled with having friends back then)

Flash forward to high school. The mutual friend moves away and just leaves us two. We're also in some of the same classes together, namely a digital media class we were in all four years of hs (we even sat beside each other all four years)

And well. her company was nice, but I wouldn't have called her a close friend. I never really told her many secrets, but I would be there for her in emotional support over her family being pretty shitty to her over and over again.

During our last two years, we both worked on the school yearbook (which was what you did in the last two years of that digital media class). I thought it was very enjoyable to work on it, and was extremely proud of the first one we produced, especially because the staff complimented it.

The second year (our senior year), however, was a little different. My friend started missing a lot of school because she was having stomach issues, and when she was at school she either spent more time roleplaying with her long-distance boyfriend (technically fiancé??? I didn't really understand their relationship, I was honestly very weary over it) over discord or half-assing the work she was supposed to be doing. In the end, she kinda stopped showing up to school, and I ended up taking over all the pages she meant to be doing, and changing the ones she did do because we changed up the scheming and her work was now very out of place.

Anyways, I'm wrapping up my senior year and the yearbook staff (which was me, two other students, my friend, and the digital media teacher) took a staff picture for the end of the yearbook. As usual, the friend isn't there. When we put the photo in and write down the yearbook credits, I ask my teacher if we should put the friend's name down since she was technically part of the group, and the teacher reveals to me that since she missed so many days she ended up being removed from the digital media class, which meant she wasn't on the yearbook staff anymore. I felt that was a bit of a rude move, but I also understood, so I left that decision alone.

Yearbooks then come out, and it took a while, but I guess my friend finally got her copy somehow, because she suddenly texts me in a fit of anger about not being in the yearbook staff section. She accuses me of not talking to my teacher about it (even tho I did) and going off on me about how I should have stuck up for her. She said a lot of other things too, but I long since deleted her contact, so I don't exactly remember.

What I do remember tho, was that I was pissed at her for making an assumption like that. I was also stressed as hell because at the time, my grandfather had just gotten diagnosed with lung cancer. The same cancer that killed my grandmother, his wife, when I was young. I remember that I replied to her telling that unlike her assumption, I tried to stick up for her, but I had to do what the teacher said. (She had been removed from the class anyways!) I also remember that I told her about my grandfather and being stressed about it, and that "now is not the time to do this". I wanted us to talk more about it later, after she calmed down and I got my head on straight.

It was the first time I snapped at her. She never replied to me. Eventually, I just decided to move on and deleted her contact. If she wants to get back in touch, she'll be able to. I know I probably should've checked in on her at some point, especially with her rocky home life, but I was honestly getting sick of her. Sure, we were there for each other emotionally, but I was starting to feel like all I was there for was to help her with her schoolwork and listen to her vent 24/7, which was slowly starting to make me more and more stressed.

It's been a little over a year since that happened, and I still hope she's doing alright and was able to move out at the very least. I was wondering if me snapping and choosing not to check in was an asshole move, considering the context.

What are these acronyms?

[mousegard]

this june is the 4th anniversary of an eagle among lions. i should've made a post about it on june 8 but i was extremely busy moving to a new apartment and would have just as easily forgotten my own birthday

but instead of looking at how the fic began (shitposting about "mayo dimitri" in a discord chat with my beta reader @nolivar6136) i want to take a look at the last 11 chapters of this fic and the context in which they were written, and why i have always been so thankful for the enthusiastic reception eal received from my readers.

on monday, march 21, 2022, after publishing one of my favorite single chapters of the fic—desdinova's POV chapter, "the tears of god flow as I bleed" (a blue oyster cult reference, naturally)—i was abruptly let go from the marketing job i'd had since 2019 with no warning and no reason given.

i have had my suspicions as to why. the tech startup i had originally been hired by had been acquired the past year by its own sister company, and there was a growing sentiment from the original company's employees—who were increasingly becoming ex-employees—that the new company, now that it had acquired the old company's core technology and production facilities, no longer needed its people. in particular, rumor had it the higher-ups hadn't wanted anybody from the ancien regime on the company's marketing team. my old boss had already left of her own accord (i probably should have followed her; she'd been the best boss i'd ever had).

it was also likely that the company wanted to purge people who preferred remote work to in-office work. these suspicions came as a relief to me, because my termination had also come just over a week after offhandedly mentioning to the marketing team that i had a girlfriend before taking a week off to spend time with her (that's right, i was fired literally the day i came back from vacation), and the timing had felt suspicious. turns out my new boss wasn't homophobic, just an incompetent asshole working for other incompetent assholes!

but i digress. it had been my first time being let go from a job and my first time being unemployed, and i would continue being unemployed until august 2022. i don't need to tell you how awful being unemployed was. we all know how awful being unemployed is and how traumatic being fired from a job you love can be. the only bright side was that i had more time to write than ever before, and that was how i dragged an eagle among lions across the finish line. i wrote like it was my part-time job. i wrote like the comments from my readers could pay my rent, because telling this story to my readers and seeing them react to every crazy twist and turn the story took in its final act sustained my soul.

eal had an extraordinary cohort of regular commenters who would comment on every chapter, or almost every chapter, which is an exceptional rarity for fics on ao3. every chapter had some of the liveliest comments sections i've ever seen. the joy that came from sharing the story with such a responsive community was what gave me the strength to keep going. if i'd just been shouting out the story to a void, my motivation would have likely died out. i might not have ever managed to bring the story to a conclusion.

i think i've talked about how much i loved eal's commenters before, but i haven't shared the exact circumstances of eal's final arc and the specific way these enthusiastic readers and commenters made the most unbearable four months of my life tolerable. when i'd lost a sense of purpose in my life, they helped me hold onto one. they made this story feel worth telling. they made me feel as though it was worth it to do my best and drive the story to its best possible conclusion when hardly anything else in the world felt "worth" doing. when resume after resume vanished into the void and potential employers ghosted after one, two, or even three interviews, eal's commenters made it so that at least my magnum opus didn't feel like wasted effort, even when every single interview and job application did. when you're unemployed, your life feels meaningless. eal's readers made me feel like a rockstar.

even two years later, i'm still so happy and grateful to have met so many wonderful people through eal's comments sections.

thanks, everyone. i really appreciated it.

[livelovesimallways]

"Prayed Up"....Pt. 3 Cont.

Previous/Next

Next following Leah (IYLIML)

Sean: "So since she has me blocked, I can't see her last location on this Life app. I don't see any purchases on the cards I gave her either."

Teeleah: "Okay...umm, what about her truck's GPS?"

Sean: "I don't have any way to connect to that from here."

Teeleah: "Actually, you do. Lamborghini has location services. There's even an app."

Sean: "Wow...Never knew that was a thing. Kind of glad she didn't know either, otherwise I would've been..." *feels her death stare* "Aight so it's taking a sec to verify...It says the car is...Hmm."

Teeleah: "Hmm?? What does it say?"

Sean: "It says her truck's in front of your place. Orchard Ct. in Nova Park right?"

Teeleah: "Yeah." *very confused*

Moses: "See...You can breathe now. At least we know she's safe. "

Teeleah: "True.." *smiling* "Let me go before she leaves. Are you coming Mo?"

Moses: "Nah, y'all need space. Plus, Sean can use the company." *gives him the death stare too*

20 Minutes Later.....

"You had me worried as hell." *gives her a hug*

"I'm sorry girl. I thought I could handle it on my own. I didn't want to dump on you but now..."

"It's okay, let's go inside."

"Damn, I forgot how nice it was in here. I feel horrible for poppin up on you like this. Y'all just got back from your honeymoon. I would've bought a charger and called, but I wasn't thinking straight."

"Dana..." *puts her hand on her shoulder* "It's okay. Trust me. I wasn't home because we were out looking for you. You think imma sit back after some shit like this and be fine without reaching you for days? Shit, I was tempted to go to the police."

"Girl, really??" *both laughing* "I would do the same though. We're a little overprotective."

"Just a little." *smiling* "So where did you end up going?"

"A hotel. Nothing fancy, just the closest one I could find. I was a mess Leah. A fuckin mess. You would think it was all over Sean, but he takes up maybe one percent. That man has always been for the streets and I should've left a long time ago. Never in my life did I think Deanna would do some shit like this. And for years??" *starts crying*

"Shit...This is exactly how I was in that room." *wipes her tears* "Sleep didn't help. I woke up feeling worse and today it got to a level that scared me. I felt like there was no point anymore. Since our parents died, it's been me and her against everything. For fifteen years, Leah, she's been my priority. Legally, she is my daughter. She used to call me Mama-Sis when she was little and started back after we lost them. I thought we had this special bond, but it's clear she gives zero fucks." *still crying*

"The first thing I want you to do is breathe." *taking a page out of Moses' book* "I know it's overwhelming right now, but trust me, you will feel better with time. There's always a point to living, Dana, even if you can't see it yet. If you want, I can give you the information to my therapist's office."

"Never been to one but I'm sure it won't hurt. Thank you."

"Of course. And as far as Deanna goes, try not to focus on why and how she could do what she did. She and Sean don't matter at this point. It's about you finding peace and a new meaning to your life." *holds her hand* "Now another thing...You're not going back to that hotel. We have plenty of room and a huge guest room."

*hesitant* "Thank you, but it wouldn't feel right. Y'all are newlyweds, I can't interrupt that."

"Girl, please. We're good, trust me. I already talked to Mo about it and he was on board. I'm not taking no for an answer, Dana."

"Okay, fine. I promise it won't be long." *smiling* "Thank you, friend, for everything."

"You're very welcome, friend, that's what I'm here for."

To Be Continued......

[jetravenex]

Ohhh I see, the phrasing was weird (and also just recently dealt with a person harassing me so that's why it sent some alarm bells blaring).

I also shouldn't have spoken in absolutes, but, if someone HAS expressed they wish you to leave them alone. Just, leave them be.

You're valid in feeling bad about it, you're valid in wanting to apologize, wishing you could take it back, all that's human emotions.

I've said things I wish I could take back. I've done things I regret. I had this nice friend in high school who I wish I did better by. I was not a good friend, I brought a different friend into our lunch table who left her feeling unwelcome, I was bad at reading the signals she was giving off that she was uncomfortable, she straight up asked me if it was okay she sat somewhere else and that should've been my sign to wake up and do better. She'd told me when I was being a bad friend, but I was too in my head to see it and when I hurt her badly to where it was the last straw, I didn't apologize right away like I should've. I made her feel so alone and awful when she was hurting, even though it wasn't my intention. I was ignorant and I hurt her, and when I finally realized I had I chickened out of telling her how sorry I was. I waited until it was too late.

I chased after her a few times, I had a kind friend try to intervene on my behalf because she missed having both of us around. And when my former friend slammed the door on that, I accepted it. Truthfully I should've accepted it the moment I spoke with her personally alone, but I was young and my other friend just saw her two friends apart and thought she'd try to fix it.

I'm not unclean or awful because I was ignorant and not fully cognizant of what I was doing wrong at the time. But the thing was I made a mistake. I made several mistakes, and in truth my former friend was willing to put some of them aside, but it was a pattern that I wasn't learning and I was hurting her so she shut the door on our friendship.

And though I long for her company, and I occasionally I look back and grieve over the moments we shared that we won't anymore. I do recognize my failings, and I try to take that and learn from it. I'm not vile, I'm human, I made mistakes and all I can do now is go forth and try to learn from them.

Life is a journey and sometimes you meet people you get to have walk by your side for a very long time, and other times you have someone join you for a little while before your paths diverge. Sometimes it's just a matter of them going elsewhere but then reuniting further down the line with you and you're back together again. Other times it can be abrupt and they will cut you off from them all together, erecting gates and walls so you two can be separate.

You're absolutely allowed to want to apologize, but you must ask yourself 'is this apology me taking accountability for what I did, or is this to make me feel better?' I was misbehaving as a kid and not getting along with some other kids, and I told a counselor 'but I said sorry' and she pointed out to me that if I said sorry, but then did the behavior I apologized for again... was I really sorry? Or was I trying to put a bandaid on the situation and expect that to just smooth things over. Was I holding myself accountable for the fact I'd hurt someone, or did something wrong, or just trying to make myself feel better?

I will admit that even now at 28 years old, I haven't figured out how to fully let go of my regrets. I grieve the lost friendships I had, I grieve the fact I hurt those I cared about so deeply to the point they wish to no longer be by my side. I wish I'd done better to communicate.

And my therapist has noted that I'm not evil or vile for making mistakes. I'm not forever stained from this, I'll meet new people and from the lessons taken from those who no longer walk beside me, I'll strive to do better by them.

We cannot change the past, only learn from it. And while we may not get forgiveness from those we wronged, we can forgive ourselves. We can be kind to ourselves and recognize there is no perfect person. There is no point regardless of whether you have a mental illness or not where you're 'perfect' everyone's made mistakes. Everyone is going to make more.

What matters is taking accountability for what you did do. And recognizing when someone else just wasn't a good fit for you.

Not fandom related particularly, also a hot take about social trends

Am I the only one who finds it disturbing how comfortable people are these days with just... Permanently cutting someone out of their life for the mildest inconveniences? They'll cite "you make me uncomfortable" like comfort is guaranteed 24/7 in relationships. Sometimes, conflicts happen and you can't be comfortable with everything in your life 24/7. That would be perfection, which doesn't exist in this world. (It's such a vague term too, like... "Uncomfortable" could mean LITERALLY ANYTHING!)

My point is, can we just... Stop demanding perfection from everybody in our lives? If someone makes you uncomfortable, then say something to them. Talk it out, and resolve the conflict like adults. Don't just cut people off for minor things. That's the nuclear option. You're only supposed to cut people off for big things or repeated problems. I hate this "one strike and you're out" rule that almost every single relationship in this day and age is based off of.

I've had people cut me off over the dumbest things both irl and online, and as someone with BPD, I really wish it would STOP HAPPENING. I can't take this shit, being abandoned is absolutely agonizing. Anyway here's some examples.

Getting drunk at the very first house party I've ever been to. I was still lucid but uncoordinated, and apparently that constituted "blackout drunk" to them and made me "uncomfortable and dangerous to be around". The only two times I'd been around this group in person was at a convention when I met them, and at this party. We never had any issues when we talked online.

Saying I didn't want to talk about politics

Agreeing with my mom when my brother and her were having an argument

Getting upset and trauma dumping about my harassment. This was one occasion, and I didn't get the chance to apologize

Please people, stop demanding perfection and smooth sailing from every relationship. That is how you break people.

[f1letters]

bigger than the whole sky | ms47

"i'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been what should've been you"

summary: guilt consumed her alive when she lost the baby she initially didn't plan on having... maybe the outcome could've been better if she did something different, she thought

warning: very heavy and very sad story, angst, heartbreak, swearing, mentions of a panic attack, grief, death, mention of unplanned pregnancy, miscarriage, brief mention of blood, loss of a child, mention of the hypothetical future that the baby would have had, happy-ish ending

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

word count: 2.9k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. I would also like to point out that this one has to be the hardest story I have written so far as it is very personal to me. I've thought a lot about NOT posting it over the past few days, exactly because of these heavy topics. but I think this needs to be spoken about a lot more than it is, especially with how many women/people with reproductive systems suffer from miscarriages in silence. please read the warnings before reading!

german words used: liebling = darling; schatz = sweetheart; mama = mom

on a less sad note, I think everybody knows how much I love mick, I hope we still get to see him next year (please papa toto, rescue my man!!!)and that he gets another chance in the 2024 grid. with this being said, I hope you enjoy this one and have your tissues with you!

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No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea

Many say that grief is the price of love.

That grief is just a form of love; a love that can't be given anymore to someone we could hug and kiss and see before they were gone.

That grief is the result of a space that is left empty in our lives after someone physically loses strength and lets their soul rest.

But as much as we are prepared from childhood to grieve for someone we had time to love, nothing prepares us for the heart-wrenching experience of losing someone we didn't even have a chance to know and cherish.

Such suffering, pain and anguish seemed impossible to fit in Y/N's small and fragile heart, as she tried to accept the aftermath of the loss of her baby.

She stood there, stuck in time, just thinking of everything she could have done differently. Searching for an explanation for why life had played such a cruel trick on her. Wondering why. 

Why me? Why with us? Why them?

As the young woman lay on her back in the middle of her big white bed in search of answers, the only sound that echoed between those four walls was her painful sobs as salt streamed out of her eyes and into her ears.

That same sound was her only company, as her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

She couldn't blame him though. She knew that his absence in the room they shared was due to her own cold and distant attitude towards him over these last few days.

But she just couldn't face him.

Looking into his eyes would only make her realize that they mirrored the exact same pain in hers.

And as selfish as it sounded, she wasn't ready to face his loss when she could barely accept her own.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

She didn't want to see him or talk to him. Even during the night, Y/N found herself escaping to the uncomfortable couch in the living room to avoid sleeping next to Mick, almost as if she was too afraid to touch him and thereby infect him with her sadness.

Everything for her suddenly changed, and she couldn't wrap her head around how a being so fragile and so precious that never even had a chance to live could be the only meaningful thing in her life at that moment.

'Pregnant 1-2'

Leaning against the cold tiles of her bathroom, sitting on the marble floor, the young woman tried to calm her uncontrolled and panting breathing.

It couldn't be. This couldn't be happening to her.

Her eyes read over and over again the small letters on the digital display of the pregnancy test in her hands. Almost as if she expected that at any moment they would change and that she would wake up from the nightmare she saw herself in.

Her head was all over the place. She couldn't have a child now. She was in her early 20s, she had only been with her boyfriend for a little over a year, and he was just starting his second year in Formula 1.

Not that she doubted her love for Mick or his for her. If there was one certainty she had in the world, it was that he was the love of her life, even if their relationship was fairly recent.

But they never even spoke about having children in the long run, let alone already. She hardly saw him herself most of the year. How would she be able to take care of a baby in those conditions?

The pressure was building in her lungs and her vision was beginning to blur as the girl panicked more and more, until she was awakened by the sound of someone knocking on the bathroom door.

"Schatz, are you okay? You've been there for over thirty minutes." She heard the driver's concerned voice on the other side of the door. "I'm getting worried, can I come in?"

From inside the bathroom, Mick got no response and only heard the cries of his partner who had finally given in. Without thinking twice, he opened the door and went down to her level, kneeling on the floor in front of the girl.

"Liebling, what's wrong? Talk to me." He brought both his hands up to the sides of her jaw, leaving soft caresses with his thumbs until her gaze met his.

"I'm sorry, Mick. I'm so fucking sorry." Y/N replied, shaking her head in denial while crying uncontrollably.

The boy was only more confused by his girlfriend's apologies, but when he looked down at her lap and saw the blue stick, he immediately realized what was happening and his arms dropped to his sides in shock.

"Fuck. Y- You- Are you pregnant?" He asked, shaking with nerves. He leaned against the wall on her side as well, letting his head relax against the tiles. 

His hand went to Y/N's thigh in an attempt to comfort her and after a few minutes to assimilate everything that was happening, he spoke again. "Okay. Okay. We're going to be fine. Don't worry, we'll handle this together. I have more than enough money to support the three of us and-"

"Mick, stop." The young woman replied, with some aggression in her tone. "I can't have a baby right now. This is insane."

Remembering that day now brought only heartache and pain, because it was all over now, all out to sea.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

"Y/N, I know you're nervous. I am too, but I know that together we can do this." Mick confessed, grabbing both of the girl's hands and looking at her with the most loving gaze she had ever seen on anyone.

"I barely know your family, you don't even know my parents." She continued with her rambling. "I spend 99 per cent of the year alone in this house while you are God knows where around the world."

"I'll quit." Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the boy's suggestion. "You are worth more than any sport and any dream. You are my dream, both of you are. I want nothing more than to grow old with you and have a family together, so I'll quit in a heartbeat if I have to."

"I would never let you give up on your dreams, Schumacher, and you know it." Y/N felt her body relax for the first time in hours, letting her back lay against her boyfriend's chest, his hands resting on her stomach. "Are we completely crazy for even considering this?"

And for a short time, they were indeed crazy. Crazy for each other and for the future they envisioned for the three of them.

Even without seeing them or touching them, their baby filled their hearts so intensely, with a love they never knew before, that they grew in size with that insane amount of adoration.

Only to be broken into bigger pieces.

Did some bird flap its wings over in Asia?

Did some force take you bеcause I didn't pray?

Every single thing to come has turned into ashes

'Cause it's all over, it's not meant to be

So I'll say words I don't believe

For a few more weeks, the couple lived inside their dream bubble, filled with so much happiness and excitement for their future. Although no one else knew about Y/N's pregnancy yet, everyone noticed how much they glowed, more in love than ever.

Until Mick had to come back to the real world and had to travel to the United States for a race, leaving his girlfriend alone again in their home in Switzerland.

The young woman couldn't explain why she felt so apprehensive and so scared at the idea of being alone. It was not the first time this happened, but inexplicably her sixth sense was already on high alert as she held the German much longer than usual at the airport, as if she was too afraid to let him go.

Two completely normal days passed after the driver left: he called her every day when he woke up, at lunchtime, and when he went to sleep, in an attempt to make her feel less lonely.

But on the third day, she didn't answer him.

He didn't think anything special of it, thinking she was probably busy with something at work, so he went about his morning as if nothing had happened. Hours went by as he was dealing with his media duties, until, on his lunch break, he picked up his phone again and his world seemed to come crashing down in a single instant.

'15 missed calls from Schatz'

'9 missed calls from Gina'

'7 missed calls from Mama'

Alone at home and with no family living in Switzerland, Y/N found herself in complete despair when she saw blood running down her legs. She knew right away what it was, even though her brain begged for another possible reason.

The girl silently prayed for the better as she searched through the kitchen drawers for the paper where she knew her boyfriend's mother, Corinna's number was written.

Y/N simply couldn't face this all by herself.

Although they only met a couple of times before that day, the young woman couldn't be more grateful to have had the Schumacher family's matriarch by her side, to hold her hand and to wipe her tears away as the doctors told her the worst news she would ever hear in her entire life.

"I'm sorry miss, but I'm afraid your baby no longer has a heartbeat."

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Those words just turned every single thing to come into ashes.

And she couldn't help but feel guilty.

Maybe she had done something she shouldn't have done. Eaten something she couldn't. Made physical efforts that she could not.

Maybe she should have prayed for the baby. She should have accepted the pregnancy sooner. She shouldn't have doubted their ability to have that child.

She was looking for something: an answer, an explanation, a reason.

And although her head knew it wasn't logical, she blamed him too.

Maybe if Mick were here. If he hadn't travelled to the other end of the world. If only he hadn't left her in that house without help and company.

She needed him more than ever, but at the same time, all the distance between them didn't seem enough for Y/N.

The wooden door to their room opened unexpectedly, making the girl turn her back to Mick to prevent him from seeing her tears.

He slowly approached her figure and she felt the mattress lower next to her as he sat up and placed his hand on her bare shoulder.

"Please, I beg you. Talk to me." Y/N heard his voice shake, and it became clear that he was crying too. "I can't take this silence anymore. I'm suffering too, you know?"

She knew she was being unfair to him. After all, he too had lost his child, his future, a part of him, even if he wasn't the one to physically carry it.

She was a childless mother, but he too was a childless father.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

The truth is, she didn't believe the words she was saying in her head.

Mick was the most supportive person she knew. He made a point of asking her over and over again if she was okay, if she needed anything, if she wanted to talk.

But it wasn't until she was forced to face her partner's sadness that she realized that blaming him wasn't going to mend the hole in her heart.

He was the only one who could ease her pain if she let him in.

The girl turned to the boy, finding his back trembling with the sobs he let out. She hugged him from behind, feeling his body relax against hers with the physical contact he desired so much. 

Mick lay down next to her on the bed, pulling her as close to him as possible, and they stayed there for hours, in comfortable silence, while they both mourned their loss in each other's arms.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Y/N broke the silence. "I was trying so hard to find a reason for all of this that I ended up blaming myself, blaming you. It was unfair, and I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have ever done that."

"It wasn't anyone's fault, liebling." Mick whispered with his lips brushing against her forehead. "It just wasn't meant to be."

Y/N looked up at the driver, meeting his sad gaze, and the two let the tips of their noses touch.

The two lovers' lips met again after days apart and, even if only for a moment, they both felt whole again.

What could've been, would've been you

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

What could've been, would've been you

Nothing hurts like an unexpected goodbye, but they both knew they would carry their baby forever in their hearts, even if they hadn't been able to carry them in their arms.

They were never going to be able to see the baby say their first words and take their first steps.

They were never going to have the opportunity to see their child go to school for the first time, or attend their graduation.

They were never going to be able to comfort them when they had their first heartbreak, or tease them when they had their first crush.

But even though they knew their baby was more than just a short time, they knew the mark they left on them was permanent.

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

Two years later, the couple couldn't be in a better place, even though their loss would never fully heal.

Y/N had just won a promotion at work, allowing her to reach the position she always dreamed of holding at the company she worked for.

Mick had returned to the Formula 1 grid after two troubled years in his career and now wore the four Audi rings on his polo shirt with the greatest of pride, alongside his longtime friend and returning champion, Sebastian.

But most of all, the incomprehensible sounds that came out of their rainbow baby's mouth were what made them the happiest they have ever been.

Their newborn baby girl filled their hearts with renewed hope and unlimited love, bringing back colour in a world that was previously only black and white.

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you

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HARD TO GET [20]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything.

pairings: ran haitani x f!reader

word count: 4.7k

notes: P.S this is the final chapter by the way. it's also the so called happy ending.

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7 YEARS LATER

"Stressful day?" The bartender asks the moment she sees you slip through those doors. You nod and take a seat in front of her, watching her do her job. This is your favourite club to go to. It's near your house and the workers are so friendly. Emi recommended it to you when she started working here 2 years ago. She left the job though because she got hired somewhere else in a corporation.

You still attend here though, whenever you're feeling sad, mad, stressed or just bored.

"I got fired." You sigh. "It's so stupid. Guess why?"

"Why?" She asks as she mixes your drink together. You didn't even have to give her your order. She knew it off by heart, it was pratically muscle memory already.

"My boss— well ex boss, told me that I didn't live up to the company's expectations. Which is total bullshit. He’s just mad that I didn’t want to sleep with him.”

"Well, you should've let him hit." She laughs and hands you your drink.

"No. Ew." You grab a straw and stuff it inside your drink and begin taking small sips from it. Not wanting to get too drunk so fast.

"Are you still hung up over that dude, from college. You told me about him, few months back but I forgot his name. Beings with an R...."

"No." You say quickly. It's true, you're not. You moved on. Ran was a douche, his friends were also douches. You knew better than to fall for his tricks again. "I don't care about that pig."

"Ran! That was his name." She begins laughing and you scowl at her. "Okay, stop staring at me like that. I just have 1 question."

"If it's about him then no."

"It's not."

You take a moment then allow her to proceed with her question. "When was the last hookup you had?" You choke on your drink, lips pulling the straw from your mouth as you start coughing.

"What sort of question is that?"

She shrugs. "Just wanna test something."

Once you're done with your coughing fit, you take a moment to actually remember the last time you had sex. It's been a while. "I... can't remember."

"So you are still hung up on him!" She cheers and you shake your head.

"No! I am not. I just have better things to do." You say half heartedly. The real reason was because..... it felt horrible. You had around maybe 3-4 hookups over the last 5 years and each one felt bad.

When you consulted in Kaash for advice, she told you that men just sucked at sex and only fucked for their own benefit. Which wasn't a total lie. But then over time, as the sex got progressively worse, you assumed that you were the problem.

So you just stopped having it overall. It had been a couple years since you actually had sex after your realisation, but you weren't even complaining.

"Better things to do like what? You're currently jobless. You should just find some rich dude and use him for his money." She insists and first you think it through, then realise that will never happen to you.

"This isn't a movie. C'mon."

She shrugs. "Well, I'm saying there's a few good looking people in this club. You should find one."

You turn around, eyeing the men inside the club. There was some good looking people. Some looked a bit too old for your taste, some looked too young for your tastes. Some looked perfect, but they already had women by their side.

You shake your head and turn back to your drink. "I'll go home lonely tonight. It's fine."

She pouts at your words, only wanting the best for you. But decides to drop it anyway. She turns around to grab some wipes and wipe the surface down. The club doors open and a group of men walk inside. You don't look, but you can hear the bunch of women screaming for the nameless men.

You roll your eyes and place your elbow on the table, chin in palm as you twirl your straw around in your drink. You were so bored. You didn't feel like going home either.

The screams are getting even louder and it's starting to irritate you. Even though you're half way across the club from the entrance, you can see a group 6 men and a crowd of women surrounding them. You can't see them well but you just shrug it off, turning back to your drink ready to ignore.

The bartender looks over at the door, smiling to herself. "Oh, they're back tonight."

You look up from your drink. "Who is?"

"Those men. I don't know them personally but I they come in like once every few weeks. You see the pink haired guy?" She leans in closer to your ear as she points at the dude. You can't see his face because his back is towards you, all you can see is pink hair. Your mind flashes back to college, Haruchiyo's face pops up in your head. Not since then have you ever met someone with pink hair just roaming around.

"The pink dude comes in and orders like 4 strippers at once. It's crazy. He has his own section over there." You follow her finger as she points upstairs, the third floor. People like you were only allowed on the first floor, because it's what you could afford.

If you had connections, or it was your birthday, they allowed you to use the second floor, which was more spacious. The third floor, you heard was only for super important people. That or they were just rich enough to use it.

"Wow. Third floor? Must be loaded." You say, eyes trailing back to the pink haired.

"Yeah, I know right? He mistaken me for a stripper like 2 times. It was embarassing but he paid me for it. He's oddly sweet."

"Huh." Your gaze travels to the rest of the group. They all look rich and expensive. From what you can see of them at least. Their backs were still facing you.

"One of them is coming here, I'll be right back." She says and heads over to the other end of the counter. "Sir, I'll send a waitress over to the third floor for you."

The man nods his head and turns around. The two of you make vague eye contact before you quickly look away, back to your straw. From what you could see from the 0.01 second eye contact, the man was hot. He had short purple hair with black streaks and a few black peircings in his ear.

You try to focus on sipping your drink, but fail when you can feel his gaze on you. How long is this guy going to stare at me.... You think, feeling very awkward as if your every move is being examined thoroughly.

The stool next to you gets pulled open, the loud scrape from the floor makes your skin itch. He plops himself down next to you, chin in his palm as he examines your face.

You blink a couple seconds, then pull the straw from your lips. "Can I help you, Sir?"

"You look... familiar. It's weird." He says, voice deep and low as his eyes narrow while scanning your face.

"I have never seen you before in my life." You say, not even lying. You genuinely have no clue who this gentleman is. And he's apparently loaded since he's allowed in the 3rd floor. You've never met any rich people before in your life so.

The second Ran made eye contact with you, something inside him told him to approach you. He's not even sure himself, but he always listens to that voice inside him. Just as soon as he was about to get up and leave you alone, the bartender calls out your name.

"Y/N, I'm back, sorry to keep you waiting."

"It's alright." You face away from the rich man and back to her, giving her a sincere smile.

Ran's eyes widened. But he didn't show it of course. He was a master at hiding his emotions. He hasn't seen you in a good 7 years before he dropped out of school mid year along with Rindou and Sanzu.

What on earth were you doing in a club? It blows his mind. The Y/N from years ago wouldn't even step foot in a place like this unless your friends forced you too. Ran looks around, but there's no sign of your friends anywhere. So, you willingly came here? He thinks.

"Oh, Sir. You're allowed on the third floor now. It's open." The bartender said to Ran. You turned back to face him, remembering he was still there. Ran makes eye contact with you, smiling at the way your eyes dart around to look anywhere but in his eyes. You were still the same old cute Y/N from years ago deep down.

"Alright." Ran says, not standing up from the chair though. You look at him confused. You were the only person sitting here aside from him. Was he here for you?

"She said your floor was ready." You repeat, just in case he missed her words.

"I'm aware. I want to stay here. Get to know you." Ran shifts closer and you blink for a couple seconds.

"Okay... what do you want to know?"

"How old are you?" 25. Ran thinks.

"I'm 25. You?"

I knew it. He's smirking to himself. You seriously can't tell who he is? Is it the hair? He thinks he sounds the exact same, sure his looks has changed a bit, but so has yours, yet he was able to deduce you so quickly. Either you were just stupid or the alcohol you were having was getting to you.

"26."

You nod. "Cool." Then take another sip of your straw. This is so awkward you think. You still suck at making conversation, despite all these years.

"You single?" He asks, testing the waters.

You eye him skepitcally, "What's it to you?" You have no clue what this mans intentions are, but it can't be good. Because one, he's hot. Probably full of himself. Two, he's rich. Probably looking for a sugar baby or something. Your mind fills with all these dramatic conclusions.

"Cause you're too pretty to be sitting here alone. You get stood up or what?"

You look back at your glass, for some reason, you just can't maintain eye contact with this guy. Shaking your head as a response. "No, I didn't get stood up. I am single."

Good. Ran watches as you finish your drink, hands rubbing against your eyes, then checking your watch. "Are you leaving?" Ran asks, placing a hand on your wrist to stop you from going.

"Yeah, it's like 11."

"So?" Ran gestures for the bartender to make you another drink but you shake your head.

"No. It's fine. I don't want to drink anymore. I have to drive home."

"Then water." Ran suggests and when he sees the undecided look on your face, he gently pushes you back down to your seat. "Please? I want to get to know you."

You raise your brow, then finally cave in. "You're paying though."

"It's water." Ran laughs, "of course I'll pay."

"So you just wanted to flex on me?" You say, hand grabbing the water that was placed down in front of you.

"There's a lot I want to do on you."

You inhale sharply, watching how his eyes travel up and down your body, then back to your face as if he wasn't shamelessly checking you out in public. It's been so long since you did anything explicit with anybody, that your body immediately reacted to his words. Thighs rubbing together to try and reduce the ache in your legs.

Ran noticed and places his big hand on the skin of your thigh. You stop your movements, looking down at the hand on your thigh. "Sir?-"

"Hm?" Ran tilts his head, fingers sliding down, spreading your thighs apart. "What's wrong doll?"

You make eye contact with the bartender who winks at you and then tilts her head over to the bathroom. You knew what she's insinuating. Fuck it. You'll never see this man again in your life.

You slide off your stool and walk over between his legs, placing your hands on his shoulders. Ran's eyes go wide for a second, not expecting you to be the one to initiate anything. "Do you want to go somewhere to be alone?" You ask, pressing your thumbs into his shirt, rubbing circles as you stare into his eyes.

"Fuck, yeah. Let's go." Ran says, standing up tall. Your hands drop from his shoulders and admire how tall he actually is. His hands slip into yours and squeezes lightly to snap you out of your momentarily gaze.

You follow him up the stairs leading to the third floor, then into one of the bathrooms. The moment you get inside, Ran pushes you agaisnt the sink, hands trailing down your skin. "H-hurry up." You say, wanting to get over this fast. It's not like sex felt good for you anyway.

"I want to take my time." Ran says, lifting your dress up and over, exposing your bare ass. Ran grips it with his hand, squeezing the flesh hard enough to make you wince.

"I don't have all day." You say, trying to sound a bit annoyed but your voice comes out whiny as you make eye contact in the bathroom mirror. Ran grip on your hip tightens and he leans forward, his chest touching your back and his erection rubbing hard against your ass.

"You don't have all day? You got someone waiting for you?" He asks, voice hot in your ear making you flinch a little bit. Ran's grip tightens even more, enough to leave red marks on your skin as he waits for you to answer the question.

You shake your head, looking straight down, not able to look up and make eye contact with this man. Why was it so hard? You wince when he grabs a bundle of your hair, pulling your head back so he can see your face fully. "Use your words."

"No, I don't have anyone waiting for me." You say softly, staring into his purple eyes. That should have been the dead giveaway for you. Sober you would have instantly recogonised him just from the eyes alone. It's not everyday you meet someone with eyes like his. But sadly, sober you was long gone and would return hours later. You just knew you found his man smoking hot, and your body needed him.

Ran leans down and kisses your forehead. An oddly sweet gesture for a simple hookup, you think. But don't decline it either way. He places his hand on your back and bends you over the sink, hooking a finger underneath your panties and pulling down. You watch from the mirror as he starts to unzip his pants and pulls his cock out.

You can barely see it at first, because of the angle you're bent over at. But the second he starts to push inside you, you can feel every inch of him. Making you cry out and grab onto the edge of the sink for some sort of leverage. It was slippery, but you managed to grip tight enough. "Oh-oh my god." You moan out when he places both of your hands on your hips, holding you in place as he begins to thrust inside you.

"F-fuck you're still so tight." Ran moans slightly, sweat already forming on his forehead as he fucks you. Once again, his words should have been the dead give away for you, but you're not focusing on anything he's saying. In fact, it's hard to focus on anything with his size splitting you open.

You're mumbling something as your body gets pushed forward with every thrust he's giving you. Your teeth closing in on your bottom lip as he drags you by the hair, pulling you up to his chest. Your walls clench around him seeing the sight of the two of your in the mirror. Ran dips his head down to your neck, littering your skin with kisses and bites to prove he's yours even after all this time.

He knows he has no right. None whatsoever. He's the one that stopped talking to you. He's the one that left out of nowhere, leaving you with no explanation. But he just can't help himself. He's going to make it up to you. But he had to get a feel of you first. "How's that feel? Hm?" He whispers in your ear, fingers slipping between your legs and rubs your clit with his index and middle finger. "Ever been fucked this good before?"

You shake your head, "No, ne-never." It wasn't a lie either. Probably the first time in years where a man actually considered your pleasure as well as his own. Your mind does flashback to your first time with the man that shall not be named. But you didn't want to bring that up right now -- feeling it's not really appropriate.

Ran stills for a moment to pull out. A noise is disapproval slips from your lips as he pulls out. The next thing you know, you're being spun around to face the beautiful man. His hands slip beneath your ass and lifts you up onto the sink.

You raise your brow at the new position, watching him grab just above your ankle and spread your left leg further away from your right. You have to place your hands behind you for balance. Ran holds the base of his cock before re-inserting himself inside you.

Balancing yourself on one hand this time, you use the other to pull him closer by his shoulders. His hips snapped into yours, leaving absolutely 0 space between the two of you. The position had him filling deeper inside you, noises you didn't even know you could make escaped you as he pressed his forehead against yours, looking down to where the two of you are connected. "Shit." He cusses when he feels your nails dig past the fabric of his shirt and into his skin, leaving cresent shaped marks as you felt your orgasm approaching.

"Oh, my god-- sh-shit fuck fuck, yes, please don't stop, I'm so close. Please, please please-" You begged and begged and begged, chanting please as you felt yourself reaching your limit. One more brutal snap of his hips hit directly against your spot, causing you to lose balance. The hand that was holding you up instantly flew to the man's neck, pulling yourself up now using his upper body for balance.

Your hips twitched and convulsed, body feeling as if you had just gotten several electric shocks as you creamed on his length, whispering curse words into his ear as you rode out your orgasm. "Fuck." The man breathes out against the skin of your neck, feeling your walls milk his cock, he cums inside you. His teeth sinking into your skin as he bucks his hips a couple times, just to make sure his cum is deep inside of you.

Your fingers start to play with the strands of his hair near the back of his head as he recovers from his own orgasm. The feeling of his cum soaking your walls made your heart flutter for some odd reason. Then coming to realisation that this is a stranger. A complete and total stranger.

When the so-called stranger finally does pull away, his cock had already softened inside you. He tucks himself back into his pants all the while making eye contact with you. Your eyes are droopy and there's sweat formed on your forehead. "Come here." Ran says, tugging your legs down from the sink top so he could stand between them. He presses a series of kisses on your lips before gripping onto your cheeks, squishing them in his hands. "Still so cute."

You're too exhausted to push him away, so you just allow him to fondle your face. Hands raising weakly to push him away, but fail when he grabs onto both of your wrists and places them back down to your lap.

"How was it?" Ran asks after a short moment. He already knows your answer, but in order for his ego to reach his peak -- the words have to come out of your mouth.

"Amazing." Your hand wipes away the line of sweat from your forehead.

"Are you drunk?" He asks, geniunely wondering if you're not in the right state of mind to recognise who he is, or if you know but you just don't care. Or if you're just stupid and can't recognise him.

You shake your head. "No, but I am sleepy."

Ran nods his head. So you're stupid. "You don't remember me. Y/N."

The way he says your name makes you blink for a moment, the sleep taking over until-- wait, he just said your name. You look up at him, any signs of sleep now long gone as you stare into his eyes. Those fucking eyes. It hits you now.

"Ran?"

He simply laughs, head dropping down as the realisation hits you so fucking late. "Took you long enough."

"Wh-what-wh- how?" You stammer on your words. So many questions forming in your mind, but yet you can't form a simple sentence.

"I was shocked at first, cause the Y/N I know doesn't go partying for one. And she would never hook up with a random dude she just met." Ran's hands find themselves on your hips, keeping you locked on the sink before you could run off. Not like you could anyways with that ache between your legs.

"I don't hook up with random guys." You admit, then wondering why the fuck you just hooked up with Ran before even knowing he was Ran.

"Your body couldn't resist me." That fuckin' grin is back on his face. One that has your blood boiling. "It's okay though," he leans down to your ear, "I couldn't resist you too." He admits then places kisses along your earlobe, making your body shudder. The kisses then travel downwards to your jawline, his lips passionately making out with your skin.

You want to yank him off. Scream at him for everything he did to you. This is the man that just took your v-card, then leaves with no explaination. You should be mad. But you find yourself closing your eyes, lips parted as he marks you. Fingers tugging at his hair to bring him even closer to you.

It's not him. You think. It's the way he makes you feel.

If that's what helps you sleep at night.

"Ran- stop." You finally say the words and he turns his head to look at you. His eyes scanning your face for any sort of discomfort. "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Says who?" Ran has his nose against yours, tilting his head to the side so he could slot his lips right against yours. But before he could, you raise your hand, using it as a barrier between the both of you.

"You really hurt me Ran." Your voice cracks and you immediately look down, not wanting him to see you cry. You thought you had gotten over him. You had well convinced yourself you had. But him right now, giving you the same attention and kisses he did back then, it's like all those memories came flooding back. And it was too much for you to handle.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I really am." Ran says, lifting your hand up to his lips, pressing kisses along your skin to soothe you. It works, but not enough for you to forgive him. "I-- I was stupid back then. Still am now, but--" Ran pauses, not sure how to explain his dumb actions. "I wasn't using you. The feelings I felt.. they were real. Too real. And I just got scared. I don't like being attached to people that aren't family. I didn't want to lose you, so I pushed you away before you could push me away. It's selfish I know. But-"

You look up when you see him lace your fingers together with his own. His large, longer fingers wrapping around your smaller ones. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Anything Y/N. I mean it."

"I'll think about it." You say. You think it's the perfect answer. It's not a solid yes I forgive you. But it's not a solid no I hate you. Truth to be told, you didn't know what you felt right now. You had every right to hate him and be angry at him. Yet you just couldn't hate him.

Yes you were still angry. But hate? You couldn't. Ever.

Ran pulls his phone out from his pocket, and you watch him unlock it. You can't tell what he's doing exactly, but from the reflection in his eyes, he's swiping to what seems like messages.

He hands the phone to you, and the phone is on a fresh contact. "I didn't know if you switched your number. Please?" You assume he's asking you to please put your number in.

You look up, seeing all signs of playfulness wiped clean from his face. He was being 100% serious now. You hold his phone in your hand and start to input your number. Ran smiles as he sees you co-operating and not screaming at him to leave your life again. This is showing him that you're willing to restart. He knows it will take time, but he doesn't care. He wants to make up the 7 years.

He's going to make up for those 7 years.

You swipe from the contacts, heading to messages to send yourself a text. But you also use this oppurtunity to look at his recent messages. For no reason. Just nosiness. You think. Definetly not because you want to check he hasn't been texting other girls.

Ran can see what you're doing, but stays silent to allow you the satisfication of thinking you're slick with your actions. After a while of scrolling, a slight giggle leaves his mouth. "There's no other girls Y/N."

You swipe off of messages app and close his phone. "I don't know what you're talking about." You play dumb, already embarassed that he caught you trying to be nosy.

"Yeah? So you weren't just looking through my phone just now?" Ran asks, gently taking his phone back and placing it back into his pocket. You shake your head, then slide off the sink. Knees wobbling almost immediately but you catch yourself before you could further embarrass yourself.

You start to redress yourself in the mirror. Adjusting your dress from it's hiked position back to normal. Leaning in closer to the mirror to examine all the marks he left on your skin. Ran wraps his arms around your sides, bending down so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. "Let me take you out. On a date. Wherever you want. As long as it's not a library or something."

"Hey! I'm not some geek." You frown and Ran laughs, tilting his head so his cheek rests on your shoulder. You also turn your head slightly to make eye contact.

"You used to be. It's cute though." Ran says, a genuine smile has graced his features. One that you've only seen a few times before. You turn back to the mirror, unable to look in the eyes of such sincerity. You make eye contact with him through the mirror, thankful that his big grip on your body was keeping you upright because you're for sure you would have fainted by now.

"Is that a yes?" Ran asks again, making sure he has your date secured in his books so he can clear out his entire schedule just to make time for you.

"I'll think about it."

If you and wanna forgive Ran it’s up to youuu

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[jaylaxies]

MARKING YOU MINE

PAIRING : dom!sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE : smut, dom!sunghoon, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cockwarming, angst, fluffy ending

WC : 1.9k words

SYNOPSIS : you've hated sunghoon ever since he came into your life, yet he was always around, making your life a mess. being your brother's best friend gave him a lot of access to you, but seeing you cozying up to jake at a party wasn't something that he could handle; so he decided to take the matter into his own hands.

WARNING : 18+ content

an angered scoff left your mouth thinking of what had happened just a few minutes back. this time you were adamant to not let it slide though. you barged into your home, straight up to your brother's room. you loved your brother, you really did; but sometimes you wondered why he had such peculiar friends. one of them being sunghoon. he's been friends with your brother, jay, for years now. you hated him to say the least. from eating your favourite snacks to putting hair dye in your shampoo, he's done it all; warning your crush to stay away from you was your last straw and that's exactly what had happened a few minutes back.

you had been talking to kai for a few weeks now and you loved his company, till sunghoon decided to ruin it for you. poor boy saw you approaching and tried to run away but you caught on and asked kai what's wrong, then he told you that hoon had warned him and he wouldn't want to get on the bad side of him. disappointed but not surprised.

getting into your brother's room, you noticed that heeseung and jake were there too but as soon as you found your target, you grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall, not knowing where this sudden boost of strength came from. hoon's eyes widened for a fraction of second before smirking, "if you wanted me then you should've just asked me babe." he let out which caused your brother to gag, "shut up." you almost screamed, "what made you think that interfering with my crush was okay?" you questioned. as he caught on to the situation, he laughed, "he actually got scared? this is gold." his laugh further boomed. everyone else just kept quiet to see your next move. "i hate you sunghoon." you had said it a lot of times but this particular one was filled with emotions. it made hoon believe that you were serious and it scared him. with that, you left his collar and the room. "you really messed up this time hoon." heeseung pointed out and he just sighed.

meanwhile you took a shower and tried to calm yourself down, good for you, your best friend yuna called you. "you're coming today right?" she asked and you contemplated on whether you should attend the party or not, besides you didn't want to face sunghoon anywhere. your silence was enough for yuna to form an idea, "you can ignore him you know? try to get touchy with jake, you know how much he loves to flirt with you. sunghoon can't control jake, can he now?" she chuckled making you rethink your decision. "i'll be there." you confirmed with a smirk on your face.

without wasting much time, you opened your closet to find something attractive to wear and got your makeup done while listening to chase atlantic, soon enough, you were all ready and dolled up to go. as you got out of your room, you saw your brother and his gang were leaving as well, dressed in their signature black outfits. jay saw your figure and got confused, "you're coming?" he asked you, "yes and you are taking me there." you announced confusing him further, you usually used to ride with your friends.

meanwhile, sunghoon was silent the whole time, partially because you looked drop dead gorgeous and mostly because of your fight earlier, yet you didn't spare him a glance. "i'll be riding with jake." you said, going out into the driveway. jake shrugged but happily obliged following you out. the rest three boys resorted to jay's car, hoon being silent the whole ride. jake kept flirting with you the whole time, he knew what was up though, "are you trying to make hoon jealous?" he finally asked, "by stealing his best friend away? definitely." you confirmed and he laughed, of course he'd help you.

you met up with yuna at the party and informed her that you'll be with jake the whole time. she winked and shooed you away laughing. jake asked you to dance and of course you agreed, seeing the sullen expression on hoon's face made it all worth it anyways. from sharing your drinks to dancing, jake accompanied you everywhere and it made sunghoon's blood boil. he wanted to be with you instead. the song changed to a slow sensual tune and naturally, jake pulled you close to him while swaying together, he whispered in your ear, "hoon is watching." making you look at hoon. indeed he had his eyes locked to you while his hand was clutching onto his drink with all his might. you smirked and moved in to hover your lips over jake's neck, making it seem like you were kissing it.

that's when sunghoon snapped. he practically sprinted to where you were dancing and practically dragged you away from jake, straight upstairs, "where are you taking me?" you demanded an answer but he said nothing and kept on finding an empty room, when he finally found one; he took you in, closing the door and pushing you against it, his hand choking your neck in a way that was more pleasurable than painful. "having too much fun with jake i see." he hissed in your ear. he was close, too close. you could smell faint alcohol mixed with his expensive cologne, the scent intoxicating you further.

"so what if i was?" you challenged, turning your head towards his face, your lips inches away from his. the grip on your neck tightened, "don't test me babe." he warned, "why do you even care anyways?" you fake laughed, annoying him further. instead of answering your question, he announced, "your safe word will be red, say it once and i'll stop." and before you got a chance to ask him what he means, you were already on the bed with hoon hovering over your figure. you had dreamt about it several times despite hating him but you won't ever tell him this.

he looked into your eyes, "say yes." it was his way of asking your permission. you nodded shakily, "i need words doll." he tilted your chin up. "yes– ruin me hoon." it was all it took for him to smash his lips into yours. the kiss was intense, it was something you both wanted for a long time. his lips were chapped yet soft, you parted your lips slightly, just enough to allow his tongue to enter sending you both into bliss. he groaned into the kiss. your bodies heavily pressed against each other, your flimsy dress material didn't leave much to imagination. your hands holding on to his broad shoulders while his roamed all over your body.

"fuck." he cussed, parting from the kiss and hurriedly took off his shirt before kissing you again. "hoon." you whimpered, wanting more. "yes doll?" he asked, making way to mark your neck, his fangs poking into your flesh in a pleasurable way. nothing made sense anymore and you guys hadn't even started. "touch me please." you whined. he kissed the marks he made and lifted you up to undress you completely while you fumbled with his belt, trying to get him out of his pants. as soon as all of your clothing articles were on floor, sunghoon sunk down to lap at your juices, "so wet." he hummed, making you shiver under his touch.

he kept on sucking and licking you while you kept begging for more. sensing that you were close, he added two digits in your pussy, making your back arch with pleasure. your moans getting louder and he kept finger fucking you at fast pace. "hoon i'm gonna–" he sped up as soon as you spoke, making you reach your high faster. he sucked off all your juices and kissed you yet again, you both moaning into the kiss. his tip was leaking with precum and was teasing your entrance as he continued to make out with you. "stop teasing me." you cried out. "let me get a condom–" he started, "go in raw." you spoke even before he could finish his sentence.

and before you knew it, you were screaming with pleasure as he kept pounding into you. the room was filled with noises, faintly of the music playing downstairs and mostly of your skin slapping whilst you screamed out of pleasure. "can jake make you scream this way?" he demanded as you let out a broken 'no'. "can kai make you feel this good, huh?" he further questioned, making you scream out another no. satisfied with your answers, he played with your sensitive nipples as his thrusts got sloppier. you knew that he was close, his pace fastening further making your hands grip the bed sheets. "cum in me." your words came out broken but sunghoon understood them, the idea of filling you up with his cum made him twitch. soon enough, with one last powerful thrust, he filled you up as you came with him. he stayed inside you for a few minutes, both of you breathing hard. without any words, he got a wet towel from the bathroom to clean you up, you stared at him, observing his moves. after cleaning up, he laid down beside you, staring at the ceiling.

"i'm sorry." he finally said, making you look at him, "for what?" he'd done a lot of things yet never once apologized, this was new. "i'm sorry that i don't want to share you, i don't care even if it's jake whom you're with." he admitted. "i have nothing going on with jake." you laughed as you told him, making him look at you in confusion, "believe me it's nothing" you told him and he sighed, feeling content all of sudden. "well, i don't really know how to say this." he shyed away as if he wasn't making you scream just minutes before. "what's it hoon?" you softly asked him making his heart flutter. he loved it when you called him hoon. "i like you." it sounded so right coming out of his mouth, you've never seen him be this sincere before and safe to say, you liked him back. "i think i like you as well." you quietly admitted, staring into his eyes, "yeah?" he asked, confirming if you were sure. "yeah." you affirmed making him break out into a big smile and kissing you, both of you laughing into the kiss. "oh jay is going to kill me." the thought was scary yet hoon spoke it with glimmer in his eyes. he sighed, "i've always liked you, the pranks were just to get you to notice me, i guess it wasn't a good idea though." you laughed at his confession saying that putting hair dye isn't the best way to get the other person to like you.

he made you wear his black shirt and buttoned up two of the buttons, he could've sworn you looked like an angel, hair all messy in his black shirt and his marks all over your neck and clavicle (he can't wait for others to see your hickeys). he'd keep that in his memory forever. "who's room is this though? the bedsheets are ruined now" you asked. "well, let's hope yeonjun has other sheets to change into." he laughed and pulled you closer to cuddle your smaller frame. "can i stay inside you?" he asked in a whisper, it made you giddy "yes, you can." you allowed him and soon you felt yourself getting filled up by him again, "goodnight angel." was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep. a smile resting on both of yours faces.

© jaylaxies

[smurphyse]

In The Public Eye

Masterlist

Part 12 of Room 405

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3279

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Spencer getting angry, phone sex, awkwardness, angst

Summary: The Reader and Spencer talk on the phone after his case about what they're going to do next week. They run into one another at JJ's and the Reader's kids soccer game o.O

Don't hate JJ with this chapter... she's being protective and doesn't know the situation yet

The case that called Spencer away from you was over two hours after he arrived back in DC. 

It pissed him off, to say the least, that local police didn't take care of it like they easily could have, and deprived him of a full day with you. 

It was probably good in the long run, though. He'd tried to hold himself back longer before waking you up with his thrusts earlier, and those three little words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. 

I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. 

And in your sleep, you'd said it back. 

For a moment he'd been so taken aback, he was sure you'd awoken, his heart exploding in his chest as he never thought he'd hear you say it. But you had still been asleep, probably not even thinking you were talking to anyone let alone him. 

His control snapped after that, and all he could think about was showing you how he felt, because he wasn't brave enough to say it again. Not yet

Even if he never heard it again, Spencer would spend the rest of his life thinking about the way you'd said it, I love you, emphasis on the you. 

Spencer trudged up the stairs to his apartment, balancing his takeout in one arm while he fished his keys out of his pocket with the other. As he stepped in the door he tripped over the threshold he'd stepped over hundreds of thousands of times in the almost twenty years he'd lived there and spilled his precious food all over the floor. 

He harshly tossed his bags over the edge of the couch, his bad mood only increasing. His forehead throbbed angrily from pinching his brows together all afternoon as he went about cleaning up his mess. 

When he was done he shoved his bags onto the floor and plopped down on the couch. Leaning forward, elbows on his knees, Spencer cradled his aching head in his hands and sighed. 

The days spent at work were getting longer, draining him with each hour spent looking at crime scene photos and casefiles. He was almost forty years old, and each case made him feel another year older. 

He had vacation time coming up, and after prison Emily made sure each of the team took the full two weeks whether they wanted to or not. They all deserved their breaks, and the years being dragged from time off had been left in the past after he was released from Milburn.

He was looking forward to it, but he still had no idea what exactly he wanted to do. He'd taken his mother to Paris the last few years, but she wasn't feeling well lately, so that was out of the question.

He didn't really want to spend it alone, or far away from you. Things were going so well and Spencer longed for your company. It was six weeks away…

Maybe he'd ask you to go somewhere with him, even if just for a few nights. 

As he began to feel better thinking about you, as if on cue, his phone rang. Expecting another case, Spencer groaned and held the phone to his ear without looking at the caller ID. 

"What?" he snapped, and was confronted with your laughter.

"Oof, cranky pants," you giggled, and he perked up immediately. "Maybe you should've taken a nap with me instead of fondling me in my sleep."

Spencer chuckled, but he was unable to hide his exhaustion, "I'm sorry, I was expecting someone else."

"Your side piece frustrates you that much?" you teased.

"If you think I have the energy to please anyone besides you, you're crazy."

"Yeah, you do sound tired," you said quietly. "I wanted to check on you. You seemed upset after you got that call."

"I'm okay," was all Spencer could say. He didn't really want to talk about it, not when talking to you made him forget about his worries. 

"Okay…" you drawled, "just making sure, because if you want to talk about it we can. Otherwise, I wanted to go over some logistics for our date next week."

Spencer's brows raised, his cock already threatening to stiffen in his pants. If you were making plans, then you two were about to have a good night next week. 

"Oh, I wanna talk logistics," Spencer said excitedly. "What have you got planned, dirty girl?"

You laughed on the other end of line, and he knew you were probably playing with your hair with that coy look on your face. 

"I want to try something new, because I trust you and we've talked about it before."

"I trust you," he said, and he meant it. I love you is what he thought, and for him your trust was just as good, if not better, to hear. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Well…" you started, and you told him of your plans. 

Afterwards, you two talked for a long time, ending in a glorious round of phone sex that left Spencer wrecked and ruined on his couch. 

He stayed on the line afterwards, listening to your breathing and whispering praises in your ear. He didn't hang up, even when you fell asleep, just bathed in the sounds of your sleeping sighs and thinking about how he was going to make next Friday even more special than you'd planned it to be. 

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Somehow, JJ convinced Spencer to roll out of bed at 5:30 in the morning on a Sunday. After spending the night listening to you snore quietly and drifting off to the sound, he was less than enthused to wake up to her pounding on his door. At least she brought him coffee.

He’d completely forgotten he agreed to go to Henry’s soccer game, and now he found himself sitting in a drooping lawn chair and nursing his coffee while little children screamed and ran around him. He was doing his best to stay awake and alert for Henry, but you’d kept him up late and he was already working on minimal sleep.

JJ insisted sitting between two fields was the best way to enjoy the experience, and because Spencer himself had never played soccer, nor did he want to, he let her have this. He was sipping his coffee and watching Henry play while Michael sat on his lap when JJ pointed up the field.

"That woman is playing soccer with her kid while wearing six inch espadrilles," she said in awe, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees to watch. "That's commitment, that's badass."

Spencer looked up to see where she was pointing, and his chest swelled with nerves. Jogging their way, he watched with his jaw dropped as he spotted you, wearing said heels.

Silver hoops danced in your ears while you chased a little girl in a pair of tight jeans and a white long sleeve bodysuit. His brain quickly concluded it was to hide the many bruises he'd given you Friday night. You wore little makeup despite the ‘glam’ outfit as Garcia would have called it, grinning and yelling happily after your daughter. 

"Poppy!" you called, "Slow down!"

You didn't notice him or JJ leering at you, easily catching up to Poppy and scooping her up in your arms. She squealed as you lifted her up and blew a raspberry into her belly, her little pigtails bouncing about her head. It seemed to be your go-to silly move, and Spencer’s pride swelled inside him knowing you’d done that to him as well.

The soccer ball still rolled, and just before it passed him, Spencer's foot shot out without his permission and stopped it. His gaze shot back over to you, and your eyes latched onto his as you stopped dead in your tracks. 

You both watched one another nervously while you set Poppy on your hip. She was beautiful and looked just like you, but her golden hair didn't match yours, and he knew that meant she probably got it from your husband. 

At the thought, his gaze flicked to your left ring finger, and sure enough another man's diamond rested around it, glittering in the morning sun and letting him know once more that you weren’t completely his. 

"I love your shoes!" JJ said as you hesitantly approached. You looked down at your heels, almost as if you weren't sure what you were wearing, then looked between JJ, him, and Michael on his lap. 

"Uh, thanks, DSW is a godsend," you chuckled awkwardly. "I thought you, uhm, didn't have kids?"

JJ's face scrunched up in confusion, and she looked over at Spencer. He dragged a hand roughly across the back of his neck and stood, mirroring your stance as he maneuvered Michael on his own hip. 

Spencer prided himself in how close he was to JJ's sons, and their comfortability with him, so when Michael wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his face in his shoulder, Spencer smiled softly at you and cradled him close.

"My godsons," he said, and waved a hand at the field to his right. "Henry's playing out there, number 5, and this is Michael."

You nodded, smiling back, and as awkward as this was, he felt a little better about running into you in a place like this. You pointed out to the opposite field.

"My girls Ivy and Willow are out there with the younger kids, numbers 10 and 18. This is Poppy."

JJ stood and reached a hand out to you, and you took it easily, just like you had a few nights before when you met Rossi and Garcia. Poppy rested her head on your shoulder, looking bored and tired now that you weren't chasing her around in her little pink tutu and matching shirt. 

"I'm JJ, by the way. Spencer’s manners are missing today," she said as she pulled away, flashing him a playful grin. She raised her eyebrows and nodded over at you, seemingly surprised that he even knew a woman outside of her introducing him to one. 

"Y/N," you laughed quietly, “I noticed he gets cranky sometimes.”

"How do you two know each other again?" JJ made another face at Spencer, and he rolled his eyes before he could help himself. 

"I didn't say," he grumbled.

"Wait," JJ giggled excitedly, nearly bouncing on her toes as she looked between you and him. "Are you polaroid girl? Garcia told me she met you at the door of the restaurant! If only Will and I had been on time."

"Oh, is that my name now?" you chuckled, your cheeks turning red. Your eyes met his as if to say, the ball's in your court.

"Yes, yes," Spencer snapped, never much for being the butt end of the stick when it came to the team's jokes. "but she probably prefers her actual name."

JJ clocked your wedding ring, too. Spencer knew she had, as her brows scrunched together and she shot him a disappointed look.

JJ was about to reply when two little girls pushed between them, their ponytails bouncing behind as they kicked up dirt with their cleats. They ran right for you, wrapping their arms around your legs tightly. 

"Did you see?" one of them asked. "I scored two goals!"

"I blocked way more than that!" the other one said, pushing at her sister. 

They looked exactly the same as they shoved at one another, exactly like you. You sighed and put Poppy down, then pushed your arms between them and split them apart.

Poppy clung to your waistband as you kneeled and watched with wide eyes, obviously uncomfortable with her sisters fighting and these strange adults watching them.

"Willow, I saw your goals, you did great," you told the one to the left. You gave her a kiss on her forehead, then turned to the other. "Ivy, I saw your blocks. You did a wonderful job."

You flashed him and JJ an apologetic smile as the two started arguing again. You began to mediate, trying your best to get them to stop whacking at one another. 

Poppy sat down in the grass next to you with a huff, and Spencer found he couldn't help himself after handing Michael off to a grinning JJ. He kneeled down in front of her and gave her the same funny look he'd give to Michael and Henry before doing a trick.

Reaching into his pocket, Spencer palmed a quarter. He cocked his head at Poppy and smiled. She smiled shyly back, looking just like you as she did, so he said, "I think you've got something behind your ear."

You turned and watched hesitantly, as did the other girls as they ceased their squabbling. Kids loved magic, so he put on his best show for your kids, for you

He made a face, not wanting to overstep and ruin his relationship with you, but he loved kids. He wanted to make yours smile. 

Your brows furrowed together, but the amusement was clear in your eyes. You nodded, so he looked back to Poppy, into her eyes that matched yours perfectly.

She frowned and reached behind her head, "Is it a bug?"

"No," Spencer chuckled, and he put out his hand and reached just behind her ear with the coin between his fingers so she couldn't see it, making sure to brush behind it like he did to the boys. 

Hoping this delighted her instead of scaring her, which had happened before, Spencer pulled the quarter from behind her ear. He made a surprised face and showed it to her. 

Poppy, Willow, and Ivy's jaws all dropped, and suddenly Spencer found himself surrounded by giggling little girls.

"Oh wow!" Poppy exclaimed, clapping happily. Spencer's chest turned to liquid warmth and joy as she turned to you and asked, "Can I keep it?"

"Of course you can, baby," you laughed, and when you looked at him he knew. From the spark behind your eyes, to the soft smile on your face, you loved him just like he loved you. 

Poppy took the quarter from his palm with her little hand, proudly showing it to you. She clambered onto your lap and you pulled her back onto your hip, brushing back her hair and kissing her nose like you often did to him. 

"Do I have any behind my ears?" one of the twins asked, Spencer couldn't tell which was which. 

"What about me?" the other one insisted. 

"Oh lemme see," Spencer said playfully. 

He moved between the two girls and pretended to inspect the side of their heads. They both pulled their ears forward so he could see, and he pulled two more quarters out of his pocket before he reached out and did the same to them as he did to Poppy. 

He held out both fists and held them out for the girls, who waited in excited anticipation. He opened his palms to reveal two more coins. 

"Mommy look!" one of them said, and they both quickly snatched the coins to show to you. 

"Wow," you marveled, taking the time to look at both coins individually so they both felt seen. "What do you say?"

"Thank you!" they both giggled in unison. 

When you and Spencer stood, you still watched one another nervously, as if you were seeing which one was going to run away screaming from this brand new, heavy relationship. He was about to say something when JJ spoke first. 

"Three kids is a lot. I want more but two have already been a handful. My husband keeps telling me two is enough."

You smiled shyly, your thumb twisting your wedding band and you knew JJ had noticed it too. "I actually have five. My… their dad took the other two to my oldest's track meet today."

"Sounds like you and your husband are busy with all those kids," JJ said, only a little defensively. Spencer shot her an annoyed look. He knew she was being protective and he was about to get an earful, but he didn't want her to be like that in front of you or your children. 

"We are," you said firmly. Fire ignited behind your eyes, a fierce protective spirit that he both admired and was frightened of. He knew you were not only defending your kids, but your husband too, and he couldn't fault you for that… but he hoped you didn't fault him for JJs implications.

You sniffled and pushed back your hair with one hand, the other tightening its hold on little Poppy, "We actually have to go meet them now that the game's over. Girls, go get your stuff."

Willow and Ivy ran off down the field for their bags, and you followed with Poppy. As you walked away without a backward glance, Spencer snapped at JJ 

"Seriously? What is your problem?"

JJ gave him a hard look, "A married woman, Spence? Really? They have five kids!"

"It's not what you think, and it's none of your business," he growled. Ignoring the hurt on her face, Spencer turned and hustled to catch up with you. 

He called your name as he approached, and you slowed so he could get in front of you. Your eyes brimmed with controlled tears, your little jaw set as you watched him.

"I'm sorry-," he started, but you interrupted him. 

"We'll talk later, okay?" you begged quietly, clutching Poppy tightly to your chest. "I have to go, and I… I just can't talk about this right now."

Spencer deflated completely, at a loss and not knowing what to do, what to say. He nodded, and you moved to walk past him, away from him. 

Your hand reached out, brushing your knuckles with his, and he turned to watch you walk away. First, like always. 

"It's okay," you murmured, pressing the back of your hand to his for a lightning fast moment, "I'll call you tonight."

That made him feel better, but still he watched sadly as you loaded your kids into your minivan and drove away. You waved his way before turning out of the parking lot, and he gave a feeble wave back. 

Meeting a few of your kids was the highlight of his week. They were sweet and energetic and reminded him so much of you… they were perfect, just like you. 

He especially liked Poppy and her shy smile. He wondered idly if you had dressed her in that pink tutu or if she'd chosen it herself. He supposed it was probably a bit of both. 

His chest ached with the realization that you hadn't actually introduced him to them, but you probably had your reasons. This had been unexpected, to say the least, and he knew you to be fiercely protective of your private life, especially your kids. 

Spencer wasn't upset about it. A part of him was actually excited. Despite JJ sticking her nose where it didn't belong, like her and the team always did, this impromptu meeting had gone pretty well in his mind. 

He wondered if they'd liked him too. They were little, so they probably wouldn't think of him again, but Spencer hoped with everything he had that if he met them again they would smile again at him like they had at his trick.

Taking a deep breath, Spencer walked back to JJ and Michael for the beratement that was sure to come. He even smiled as he walked up to them, because it didn't matter what JJ said. 

In your sleep you told him you loved him, and now Spencer knew in his heart that you meant it.

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Notes: What do you think they're going to do next week? How do you think reader feels about Spencer meeting a few of her kids?

Next chapter we're delving back into the plot!! :)

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[majokothesmol]

Why is everyone so mean to Geeta? I'm so sad I made art AND a fic. Enjoy.

Geeta is well aware her reputation precedes her. She's a force to be reckoned with in the ways of speaking, organizing, managing, and getting things done. She didn't get to be chairwoman for nothing. But she's become unpracticed over the years.

She must've started slipping up somewhere around the silence of the Area Zero Project. Yes, that's it. She should've watched over it more because she didn't know exactly what it was about. She could have done something, but didn't. Foolish. Since none of the consequences had seeped up until now, it must've subconsciously given her the incentive to rely— shirk off her responsibilities.

"What kind of lazy champion needs a receptionist, anyways?" She asks herself. Maybe she's been squashing the unbridled potential of real challengers. Rika isn't her secretary, she's her coworker. The Elite Four are supposed to be her team of advisors, not her subordinates. She retracts some assignments she was going to send— hand off to Rika. Shame. All this free time, and she couldn't even train her pokemon to be as strong as they want to be. She's betrayed them all. What was she thinking?

"They're right, I work them too hard." She mumbles to herself. Three-fourths of the Elite Four already has their own jobs; Hassel is a teacher, Larry is already a gymleader, Poppy is a literal child— what made her say yes to that?! Geeta types almost angrily, taking back her responsibilities. She should be the one filling out Poppy's reports, performing maintenance checks, and keeping the taxes in order! Why is Katy being strong a problem? Why can't Larry take a damn vacation for once? Why is she a "I hate my boss" joke on Iono's streams? Why didn't she actually utilize her pokemon? It's because she's lazy! This is why everyone hates her.

She sits back in her chair and takes a deep breath. Now she can do the one thing she's good at. Managing things. It's how she became a champion. Out of an entire pool of champions, it's likely the only reason why she was chosen. There were other trainers with much more powerful pokemon.

Geeta flicks off the light and lets out her glimmora. If she wants to brave an all-nighter for the first time in years, she might as well save power and have some company. She feels guilty, not miserable.

Rika scrolls through her email. "What the...?" Where did all her maintenance reports go? Also, where did all her upcoming work disappear off to? "Hassel? Are you missing work stuff?"

"Yes, actually." He looks though his email as well. "I didn't even touch this file and—"

Larry practically flies into the room. It's the first time Rika has actually seen him scared. "Where did Poppy's work go, and why is my weekend free?"

You know things have gone wrong when Larry is panicking. Then again, only Larry could panic about having time off.

"Well... It's weird. But everything looks legitimate." Rika looks up who accessed what last. "It seems like La Primeria just took back a bunch of stuff." She makes a face. "I wonder why, I usually correct those kinds of things."

"Wait. That means I don't have any work left to do here." Hassel starts packing his things. "I can grade those assignments and hand them back early." He zips up his bag and leaves.

Larry and Rika come to the same conclusion as him as they stare up at the clock. They're finishing on time for once.

Geeta is notified of three people exiting the building and knows that they didn't even question it. It fuels her desire to be better.

It's only eleven at night, and Geeta is so tempted to admit she got overambitious. But she thinks back to how she failed and steels herself towards improvement. They were happy. This is worth it.

It's been at exactly two weeks and five days, and Geeta doesn't even know when she started counting. How were these people even functioning like this? She's never wanted to scream so badly. How have none of them walked out on her yet? It's a miracle. Sure, she barely got six hours of sleep and maybe she counted a granola bar as breakfast more times than she cares to admit, but it's only fair.

The Elite Four seem much livelier, Larry doesn't look like he's about to die, and even the gymleaders seem to hate her slightly less.

...or at least, that's what she'd like to say. Nobody noticed. Somehow she's convinced she's stressing them out more. She must look terrible. Granted, she's technically doing enough work for herself, a secretary, and a member of the Elite Four. But all those things are technically her responsibility, she's liable for the damage she's caused.

Rika is the first to crack after about a month. "Don't you feel at least a little bit concerned about her?" She sighs. "I mean, I won't lie. The time off is great! But isn't there a way to redistribute this work evenly?"

"Well if there is, I'm sure she would've figured it out by now." Hassel sighs. "But La Primeria would've called on us if she really can't. She's a very capable person."

"True." Larry nods. "If she did this earlier, I could have had eight hours of sleep like this all the time. La Primeria is actually doing us a solid for once."

Rika doesn't want to argue with them. Maybe they're right.

Two months pass and Geeta is starting to get the idea that this might be fine. Now that she's used to it, she can power through everything on just a few cups of coffee. The Elite Four are content to let her handle things. Geeta grimaces at her never-ending pile of self-assigned work. No wonder everyone was so scared of her, look at all this stuff she told them to do.

Hassel starts to feel bad once he notices La Primeria is getting a bit... Snippy. He just popped into her office to say hello and was met with a breif glare of daggers before she composed herself just as fast.

He didn't bring it up though, because... He honestly can't say he feels guilty. Not in a mean way of course, but he and Larry seemed to share a small agreement: she had it coming.

After six long months, it's starting to become apparent: this is a worse arrangement for everyone. Rika stands outside La Primeria's office and knocks on the door.

"La Primeria. We're here to complain about uneven workflow."

"..."

"Is she even in there?" Hassel whispers.

"She is." Larry nods, looking through a window on the door. "I saw light from a screen turn off. Probably thinks we'll leave her alone if we think she's not in."

"Yeah. Probably." Rika shrugs. "Oh, well. We tried." She seems to storm away.

"Wait what?" Hassel's eyes go wide. "Weren't you wthe one who suggested this?"

Larry catches on. "Well if she's not actually in there, we'll just try again later." It takes him mouthing the words "just follow me" for Hassel to comply.

After scooting down the hall, Rika makes a quiet gesture. "Now when we go back, she'll think we'll have left. Take off your shoes so they don't squeak." She whispers.

"What if I fall?" Hassel hisses.

"Then just walk quietly with those shoes on." Rika looks over at Larry, who already took off his shoes. Good. Hassel is still standing in his shoes looking at him. "Hassel what are you looking at—?" She turns back to see Larry's socks.

They're patterned to have little komalas all over them.

Larry clears his throat. "Can we get going now?"

Right.

Sure enough, there's the faint glow of a laptop screen.

Rika sighs. "This is ridiculous." She mumbles to herself, putting her shoes back on. Larry does the same. She knocks on the door again. "CHAMPION GEETA." The slam of a laptop is heard. "THIS IS AN INTERVENTION. OPEN THE DOOR. LARRY IS LESS STUBBORN THAN YOU."

"Hey—"

"She's not wrong."

"..." The sound of footsteps can be heard. A phantom of a wrathful La Primeria appears in the window of the door. Hassel and Rika steel themselves. Larry is unaffected.

The door is opened.

The trio is greeted by La Primeria's usual polite smile and neutral mannerisms.

They are also greeted by the smell of old coffee, stale instant noodles, scent freshener, and the eyebags of someone doing three people's worth of work.

"We need to talk." Rika flicks the lights on, and steps into the room herself. "We get it, you feel guilty about piling the work on us. Piling it up on yourself isn't much better."

Hassel cringes at the state of her office. "It's worse."

"It's about the same." Larry sighs.

Rika rolls her eyes at them. "My question is, why? You have the skills, La Primeria. We are adults." She gestures to herself and the men behind her. "YOU are an adult." The more the thinks about it, the angrier she gets. "You're the chairwoman, the manager; You. Are. La. Primeria. So WHY can't you do the ONE THING YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD AT!?"

The tension is so thick, it could cushion a pin drop.

But not an explosion.

"Yeah. Why aren't I good at the one thing I was chosen for?" The fuse has been lit. "I'm the champion, the chairwoman. I'm La Primeria. I eat your overtime and crush challengers!" The beating of her heart is a countdown timer. "—and do you know how I can do that?" The friendly facade is torn off. "BECAUSE I'M LA PRIMERIA!" She explodes, voice booming as she storms about the room. "I'M NOT "LA SEGUNDA" OR "LA MEDIOCRE"—! I AM "LA. PRIMERIA!"

Her initial fire dies. "You finally got me. I don't know how you all did this as long as you did, or why. You can go tell the league to assign someone new to my position, someone who isn't a bossy houndoom."

"Why?"

Geeta can't even face them. "I treated you horribly, failed to manage both my duties and responsibilities, I—" she sits down in her rolling chair, exhausted. "I'm sorry."

"That means nothing, you know." Larry crosses his arms.

"Larry!" Rika and Hassel scold him.

Geeta nods. "I know." She gets up and folds herself into a crumpled-up dogeza in front of them. "I think it's time we actually sort this out. I want to try again. Please."

Rika lets her shoulders fall. "Okay. One chance." She turns to her coworkers. "What about you, Hassel? Larry?"

Hassel nods. "I'm glad we can talk this through." He looks to Larry, who seems to be judging Geeta's crass imitation of a respectable gesture.

"...just get off the floor and schedule a meeting." He sighs.

"...I can't believe you thought I'd dock your pay for talking with people while you work." Geeta sighs after a long meeting.

"Hey, we all had our assumptions about you." Rika smiles.

"I'm just glad we could move past them." Hassel says, sipping a can of lemonade.

Larry nods. "This work schedule is much more manageable."

"I'd like to thank you." Geeta smiles at her fellow coworkers. "For allowing me to be La Primeria."

[pinkrelish]

Thank you for all of your showstoping obito content that you put out. I’ve never been able to read long bits of writing but somthing about your stories just grabs my attention so well<3

May I ask for a crumb of obito content with a reader who is a little quiet and angsty (maybe a lil rebel babe)?

I wish this new year treats you well because you deserve it :)

a/n: this plot got away from me but i hope you still like it lmaoooo love uuuu 💕

SFW: fem!reader, office au, rivals to lovers, miscommunication trope

Words: 7k

Read: AO3

You had been working at your company for two years and things were going well. You were up for a promotion, the break room had better vending machines than your last office, and your coworkers were leagues more tolerable than the last people you worked with.. Except for one.

You were at your desk typing up a report due tomorrow at noon, eyeing the clock flickering over to a new hour, and panicking. You arrived at the office thirty minutes early to give yourself a generous headstart and still feared running out of time.

The door beeped as someone slid their badge into the lock and opened it. You waited on bated breath for his voice. Bunched your shoulders anticipating his overly friendly squeeze on your arm. Pinched your face in disgust picturing how he would walk in here all relaxed and nonchalant while you were stressed beyond belief.

Instead, Konan walked in, smiling at you. "Good luck," she whispered as she sat across from you in her cubicle. She gave you a thumbs up over her computer monitor and you returned it.

"I'll need it." You gave her a knowing look.

"Has he seriously not finished his half?"

"No, no," you said, keeping your voice low and scanning the area for your partner in question. Leaning towards her, shame hot on your neck as you bitched about him despite being the one running behind. "He finished two days ago, it's just-"

"You ladies talkin' about me?"

Of course. You should've known. He had a knack appearing at the most inopportune moments.

Obito snickered at your flustered state, amused at your little gasp as you sat up straight in your chair, wide eyes on your screen, clicking literally anything to appear busy, furthering your mortified expression when you deleted an important email on accident.

"Thought so."

You didn't need to turn around to know he was speaking to you with his dumb lopsided grin. Growing especially wicked when he curled the end of your ponytail around his finger and tugged ever so gently--just enough to piss you off--before letting it loose, and sitting at his desk. Diagonally from yours. With his annoying face perfectly in your field of vision at all times.

“I’m asking the boss for higher cubicle walls,” you mumbled to yourself, hunching so he couldn’t see you.

It never ceased to frustrate you how it seemed Obito goofed off at work all day, and yet, finished his half of your project before you. You were sure he managed to do it on purpose just to rub it in your face. Using his free time to go out of his way to aggravate you.

All you wanted was an espresso from the fancy coffee machine in the break room, but no. Not when Obito was around.

"Would you move," you grunted, stepping to the left.

"What's the magic word?" he taunted, stepping to his right. Openly laughing at you when you ducked to go the other way and he spread his arms in the doorway to block you.

You put an end to your little dance. You shoved your glasses up your nose and glared at him with all the threatening energy you could summon having roughly three hours of sleep. "If you don't let me get my coffee, I'll-"

"Coffee, hm? Like this espresso drink here?" He dropped his arms and grabbed the to-go cup from one of the round tables everyone used to eat lunch at. He held the drink out for you to take and you scoffed.

"Isn't that yours?"

"Nope."

"Poisoned then?"

"Nope."

Your upper lip sneered in disgust. "Then what's wrong with it?"

Obito considered the cup in his hand and shrugged. “Nothing. It’s two shots with soy milk and one packet of raw sugar, like you like it.”

Skeptical, you snatched it from his hand and peered into the small hole in the lid, closing one eye and swirling the liquid around. Putting it to your nose and smelling it. Inspecting it for evidence of him tampering with it, or tasting it.

Satisfied, you maintained eye contact and took a sip. “Tastes normal.”

“See? Told you.” The scars on his cheek stretched with his smile. Healed gashes of smooth skin from an accident in his youth he never elaborated on. The hand he slipped into his pocket matched; catching you staring at vulnerable parts of him. He moved past you to go back to his desk. “Did you know you get coffee at the same time everyday?” he called over his shoulder.

You sipped. Blinking at where he once stood in front of you. Mulling over his question. “Okay, stalker.”

~~~

You waited outside your boss’ office twisting your fingers into a representation of the knots in your stomach. Obito shifted his weight from foot to foot beside you, humming something, staring off into space. Ignoring you. At least, that’s how it appeared.

“Don’t worry so much,” he said, voice quiet and raspy. A hoarseness unique to him.

You sighed and shook your head. In a rare moment of sleep deprivation, you let your walls slip and confided in him. “I was up so late trying to solve that last problem. I crunched the numbers over and over again to make it work and, ugh-” You slid your eyes shut. “I don’t think I did a good job. Fuck.” Your promotion was toast.

He checked the buttons on his blazer, fixed the cuffs. Assured you, “I’m sure you did perfect. You’re you, afterall.”

“What does that mean?”

The door opened before he could answer. Your boss ushered you in to stand at his desk while he laced his fingers and had trouble discerning where he should begin. You may not be an expert in reading body language, but his disappointment was evident, making your failure palpable.

“Well,” your boss drawled. “I appreciate aspects of your proposition, but for having my two best employees working on a project together, I gotta say, having an entire spreadsheet formatted like this, and not even having the cells calculated correctly is not how I envisioned this going. This client was very important and now I’ll have to..” He continued to point out flaws and how to fix them. Your mistakes. Only yours. Unknowingly complimenting Obito’s half of the work and crushing your dreams of a promotion.

Your blood ran cold. Your heart seized, dropped to your stomach, and plummeted to the floor. Preparing yourself to take the fall and admit all the problems with the project were yours.

“Who did these parts of the project?” your boss scoffed, not believing either of you could’ve messed up this badly.

You drew in a breath.

“I did, sir.”

You whipped your head at Obito. Mouth hung open.

“I’m the one who messed up the spreadsheet. I’ll be sure to do better next time.”

“Make sure it doesn’t happen again, Mr. Uchiha. You two are dismissed. I expected much more from you two. And you,” he addressed you, “You’ll hear from me by the end of the month regarding your promotion.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

Obito held the door open for you and closed it behind him. He followed you down the narrow hall until you whirled around on him, stopping him mid-step from running into you.

“Why did you do that?” you whispered harsher than you meant to.

“I hate wearing these,” he said, unbuttoning his blazer and shrugging it off. Folding it over his arm. Lifting his half-lidded eyes to meet yours, smothering any emotion from his face except for the subtle raise of his brows. “Hm?”

“Why did you..?” Stand up for me? Volunteer to take the brunt of your boss’ harsh criticisms knowing you didn’t deserve them?

“Because I know this wasn’t the norm. You let the stress get to you, with your neck on the line like that.” His gaze roamed your face. Slow and precise, as if absorbing your features to memorize them. “Maybe you can make it up to me sometime.”

You knew at that moment you must’ve been sick in head, because you genuinely considered kissing the ground he walked on. “Thank you, Obito.”

“It’s whatever,” he shrugged. It was nothing to him. And that was all the more infuriating.

~~~

The next day you made yourself as small as possible. Curling over your keyboard, pretending to squint at the screen like you were in the middle of something, drumming up excuses to leave the room when Obito glanced at you from over his cubicle wall.

Itching to get away from his presence, you meandered in the break room, reading over every single candybar in the vending machine as if you had any interest in them besides your favorite.

“So,” Kakashi started and you yelped, grabbing your chest and uttering a few choice words at him. “Sorry,” he sang, cheesing under his face mask. “I heard what Obito did for you–”

“He told you?”

“Eh, he tells me everything. We’re friends.”

Justifiably embarrassed at your own incompetence being shared around the office, you narrowed your eyes at Kakashi. “You were saying?”

He turned his attention towards the ceiling in search of his reason for ambushing you. “Ah, right, I remember..” he trailed off again and you were starting to lose your patience. Kakashi doubled over and placed his elbow on the counter beside the long-forgotten coffee pot, planting his cheek in his palm while facing you, trying hard to convey his innocence before you smacked him. “You know, both you and Obito have been single since you started working here. Have you thought about taking him out to dinner to thank him?”

“My God, I’m quitting and moving across the damn country to get away from you two.” You hightailed it back to your desk, which did not prove to be a better alternative than being stuck in the break room with Kakashi hounding you about your love life.

Obito was at his desk answering a phone call. Leaned back in his chair. Legs straight out, crossed at the ankle. Arm thrown across his messy back hair to block the fluorescent lights from his charcoal gray eyes, closing as he laughed at a joke the person on the other end of the line told. His tie divided the length of his chest; today it was navy blue with a repeating pattern of orange squares as big as your pinky nail. He erupted in another laugh, straining the buttons of his white shirt across his chest, pulling at the creases where it was tucked into his slacks..

Your eyes snapped back to his face. His smile was easy. Care-free. And directed at you.

The corners of his mouth carved themselves wry. His teeth gleamed.

He winked at you. Answered the client’s question with poise while your knees buckled. Continued to best you when you lost your nerve.

You sank to your chair, staring holes into your screen, listening to him win over the wealthiest client the company has contact with, solidifying another fortuitous deal all due to his charm.

~~~

Konan sat next to you at the round table. She pried the lid off her salad and mixed in the dressing, shoveling it around with her fork before digging in and talking to you with her mouth full. “How’d your last Tindr date go?”

You answered around the sandwich in your mouth. “Awful. I knew in the first ten seconds it was a wash. He was so fucking boring and only talked about himself.”

“You’re so picky. What’re you looking for in a guy anyway?”

“At this point I’d settle for anyone who’s nice and doesn’t stare at my chest the entire time.”

“Yeah, your boobs aren’t even that impressive.”

“Shut up,” you seethed.

Outside the break room, Obito pushed himself off the wall and returned to his desk.

~~~

Days later, you arrived–at most–two minutes late. And yet, there he was. At your desk. Messing with your things.

“Obito,” you hissed, shaking the backrest of your chair, glaring at the man using your computer instead of his. “Sit at your own desk, you–”

Obito cut you off with a smile you loathed. The one he knew softened you around the edges while simultaneously ruffling your feathers. “I was just finishing up here.” He stabbed a few keys and smacked the enter button, grinning at you.

“Whatever, idiot. Out. Go. Leave.” You shooed him and slung your purse over the back of your chair. He swiped your stack of pastel pink sticky notes and slipped them into his pocket. You didn’t have the emotional capacity to argue with him more.

“Your perfume is nice,” he said. You shot him a look. “It’s different, isn’t it?”

It was, but you weren’t about to entertain the idea of him noticing details about you like that.

“Bye,” you stated. You wiggled around him and sat in your own chair, adjusting the height and pulling your keyboard to you, reaching for the mouse and opening a document while he watched you. Unnervingly close. “Can I help you?”

You could feel his stare, see the way his head tilted and his face went lax as he mulled something over. “No, I guess not.” He walked around the cubicles and sat at his desk, eyes moving back and forth like he was reading something on his screen, but they held a certain saddened gloss over them.

Shaking off the weird twinge of empathy throbbing in your chest, you glanced around your desk to see what else his little mischievous hands disorganized and exhaled, exhausted. It was just like him to leave trash in his wake. You picked up your waste paper basket and began sweeping in an excess amount of candy wrappers and balled bits of paper, when a certain foiled paper from a stick of gum caught your eye–folded suspiciously in the shape of a heart.

Huffing, you threw it away, wondering how one man produced so much garbage in such a short span of time.

Reaching for the last item that was not yours on your desk, you realized one of the candy bar wrappers wasn’t empty. “Hey, Obito, is this yours?” You waved it at him over the cubicle wall. However, he had his back turned to you. Nodding at something Kakashi said while dialing a phone number and holding the receiver to his ear.

Quietly, you gave up trying to get his attention and dropped your hand. Languishing it in your lap, turning the candy bar over and over in thought, debating the kind gesture. If he even left it on purpose. He could’ve forgotten to retrieve it amidst all his mess.

But it was your favorite candy bar, and you hated the spark of delight warming your body when you considered the idea of him leaving it there on purpose.

~~~

Subtle, you were not.

This was your third time in the break room. Standing up every time Obito did and rushing there before him, only to end up there alone because he was getting up to socialize or go to the restroom.

So, here you were, making your usual afternoon coffee. By yourself. Sulking.

Until he came in.

Obito wandered in to toss a water bottle in the recycling and leave. Keeping his head down. Avoiding eye contact, his gaze steady on the floor, hiking his leather satchel higher on his shoulder.

You stopped him before he left the doorway, “Hey, do you want a coffee?” Your voice was too airy, too high pitched to sound natural; making your good deed obvious.

“I’m, uh,” he stalled, running a hand through his hair. “I was about to go meet a client for a late lunch.”

“O-Oh.” An awkward silence hung between you. One where you squirmed, rocking on your feet, brain working in overdrive and not producing a solution to get you out of this cringe-inducing moment that will surely haunt you every night for the rest of your life. One where he stared at you, eyes wide. Hopeful.

“But I can drink it on the way there,” he offered.

You were almost certain it wasn’t the first time you smiled at him, but judging by his reaction, it was a rarity when aimed at him.

Removing your lukewarm cup of coffee from under the spout, you replaced it and pressed buttons on the machine. His footsteps echoed in the small room. Watching the black coffee drip into the cup and you shuffle to the side, getting his creamer out from the fridge and lining up four packets of white sugar. The machine beeped twice. You took the cup and mixed in the creamer until the drink was blonde and dumped in the packets, stirring and placing a cardboard sleeve and lid on it.

“Here,” you said, holding out for him to take, pointedly looking at the coffee cup and not a smidge higher. Not wanting to know if he was smirking at you with snark on his tongue, or smiling at you with genuine appreciation for knowing how he liked his coffee.

“Thanks.” His fingers grazed yours. His rough fingertips over your knuckles; calluses from working out brushing your soft skin. Touching you despite you handling the drink in a way to avoid any clumsy touching in the trade off from your hands to his.

Obito checked his watch. “I’ve gotta get going.”

For a man who had somewhere to be, he wasn’t in a hurry. You dared meet his eyes, and had to remind yourself to breathe. He wasn’t smiling, nor was he smirking. Even better, he regarded you with a sweet glint in his stare, and a tender lift of the scarred side of his mouth.

“You should get going,” you reminded him after he didn’t move.

“Yeah.” He curled the coffee to his chest, nodded at you. “Bye.” He said it so gently. Quiet. Not obnoxious like he usually would, with an additional pinch on your forearm or grandiose wave to embarrass you.

“Bye.”

You counted a full minute before you gained the confidence to leave the breakroom, expecting your coworkers to turn their gossipy, sly grins at you, but you were met with–well–nothing. The cubicles were empty. You remembered overhearing Gai talk about clocking out early, and Kakashi was out sick, but you figured someone would’ve been out here to tease you about how long you were in there alone with Obito.

Maybe today was your lucky day.

You sat at your desk. Slouched at your desk. Slumped at your desk. Slammed your forehead on your desk.

“This is so boring.” As you said this, your eyes were trained on the space over the cubicle wall diagonal from yours.

You turned desperate for entertainment.

Finding an errant pen in your mug of writing utensils, you swore it belonged to Konan and found yourself idling in front of her desk in the blink of an eye. You returned the pen to her and stood there. Perhaps leaning over to sneak a peek at Obito’s desk. You’d never seen it before since he was against the wall and you never had an excuse to walk on this side of the cubicles.

Two seconds; that’s how long your morals lasted. You slid his chair out and sank into it, scooting forward to rest your arms across his desk. Dragging your shoes on the carpet, feet not touching the ground since he was much taller than you. For a while you just sat there with the low hum of the air conditioner keeping you company.

His desk was relatively tidy and, impressively enough, lacked crumbs. The fabric covered walls were decorated, unlike yours. He had a little plant in the corner. His pen cup was a mug with a sports team logo on it.

It was like being in a different world by changing your seat. It almost felt like you were.. closer to him. Sitting where he sat. Enveloped by the scent of his cologne. The artificial warmth of his chair cradling you like a hug. Hovering your fingers over his keyboard, worn and missing letters on the ones he used most often. His chair. His things. His decorations.

On closer investigation the walls of his cubicle were lined in photos. Many of them were of him and Kakashi, or group photos of all of you at work events. Directly to your left was one in particular you remembered. Your boss made you and your new coworkers gather round to commiserate the office’s opening; you were in the center, a sour expression on your face because Obito was using you as a place to rest his arm, leaning on you and smiling wide for the camera.

The photo to the side of his monitor was of you and Konan sitting on a blanket in the grass at an employee picnic. She was whispering something in your ear and pointing at the camera. You were smiling; not the type of thousand-watt smile worthy of being on display in someone’s cubicle, but here it was nonetheless. The only odd thing about it was that Obito was pictured in the background on his own blanket. Someone else had taken the picture and now he owned it.

You scanned the rest of the photos. There was a common theme.

You.

The ones of him and Kakashi were outnumbered. The ones featuring other coworkers were conveniently overlapping, covering their faces, but not yours.

“A coincidence. He just ran out of room..”

Your hypothesis fell flat when your gaze drifted beyond the cubicle walls to where you would normally be sitting, imagining yourself there, ignoring him. Below the wall was another photo of you. Just you, from almost the same angle. Glaring at him over the cubicle wall.

“Fuck,” you muttered, pushing yourself away from his desk, face hot with–every emotion.

As you stood, you noticed your stack of pastel pink sticky notes and went to snatch them from his desk. But stopped. Trembling fingers hovered over them.

The top note was written on.

It was Konan’s name. Under it, her personal number. Under that, a heart.

It was her number, you didn’t need to check. It wasn’t her handwriting, it was his. His heart he drew under her name and her phone number.

You checked the photos lining his walls again. While there were more of you, there were plenty of her, too. You looked around the empty office.

Today was not your lucky day.

They were on a secret date.

~~~

You didn’t know why you cared so much. You really shouldn’t have. You took too long, and now he rejected you. Moved on.

Still, the way they entered through the door together, snickering. Smiling openly like you wished you could. Chests tittering in laughs. Holding their stomachs, and touching each other's arms. Sharing a knowing glance and smothering their blissful grins behind their hands as they sat across from you; you had never felt more alone, unwanted, and excluded.

~~~

The next day was no better.

Konan peeked over her monitor. “Did you get it?” Across the cubical wall, Obito listened intently.

“No, I didn’t,” you said, fatigued from feeling anything anymore. “I didn’t get the promotion.”

~~~

Word traveled fast. You’d been picking at your lunch in the breakroom for mere minutes when a fleet of busy bodies filed in and Konan massaged the tense muscles lining your spine while Genma patted your hand–though, he paled and jerked it away when he made eye contact with the hardened stare of someone above you.

“We should go out for drinks tonight,” Konan cooed in your ear. “I know, I know, not to celebrate, but hey, being drunk’ll make it easier to forget.”

You didn’t need to look up to know Obito was there. His cologne was an easy tell, along with the familiar shuffle of his feet. An unfortunate aspect you regretted growing accustomed to in effort to detect when he was sneaking up behind you to scare you. You surrendered, “Sure. Yeah.”

“Awesome! We’ll go to the usual bar down the street.”

In the reflection of the microwave you saw his distorted face smile at her, and her at him.

It was so easy for them.

~~~

Outside the office building, you waited on the sidewalk with the rest of your coworkers until the last few made it out of the elevator and you started towards the bar together. However, one by one, they conjured excuses to veer off in other directions. Genma had an errand to run, Asuma swore he left his stove on, Shizune had to make soup for orphaned kids or something–she expelled her spiel so quickly, it was all gibberish. Ino dragged Sai by his arm after communicating with him through rapid blinks and death glares; “Remember we had that thing to do tonight?” Ino asked, to which Sai replied, “Huh? What thing?” Konan cleared her throat aggressively. “Oh! That thing!”

That left you, Obito, and Konan walking towards the bar.

Konan was in the lead, talking enough for the three of you. Obito hung around your side, but you weren’t paying attention to what she was saying, far too preoccupied keeping your unease at bay. Trying to not wring the uncomfortable tension from your neck. Guarding your face from spilling your secrets as you passed by windows and had your heart broken pane by pane. Watching him laugh, watching him make her laugh.

“Oh, shit.” Konan patted down her jacket and forced an apologetic smile to the doorman before turning to you and Obito. “Forgot my wallet at the office. I’ll just head back and get it!” She put her Track and Field scholarship to good use; the woman was half a block away by the end of her sentence.

“Uh, well. Should we wait for her?” You looked to Obito for further guidance, but he was showing his ID to the doorman, so you did the same.

Once inside the bar you were immediately bombarded by yelling, accosted by bodies knocking you around as people cheered at TV screens plastered to every surface. A man with a large build screamed something incoherent at the slow motion replay. He swung his arms wildly, gesticulating his anger in ways that endangered you and your ability to see.

“Gah!” You grappled with your glasses before they were flung off your face. Obito noticed your size-related predicament and placed his firm hand on the small of your back, escorting you to the bar; a swift apology on his lips you couldn’t hear.

Obito wedged himself between two people and got the bartender’s attention. He ordered, and seeing how you had difficulty being heard above the ruckus, he rocked you into his body, pushing you in front of him. His palm, fingers spread across your skin. Strong. Safe.

“I’ll have the same as him,” you shouted to the bartender.

While she fixed your mystery drink, Obito rattled you. “Look! Those people over there are leaving. Grab their booth before someone else does.” He was everywhere. His lips tickled the shell of your ear. His breath coasted goosebumps down your neck. His hand moved from your lower back, and you missed having it there, but it was replaced by his stomach, his chest slotting into the lonely places curved to fit him–it was heaven, it was hell.

Praising the break away from him, you rushed to the table and scooted along the round booth seat to the middle position, leaving him room to sit on either side of you without touching.

Of course, he soon came over with your pint of beer and sat next to you. As close as possible. Laying his arm across the back of the seat, eyes on the screen. Casual, nonchalant; like this was a recurrence. A date night.

With that thought, reality reminded you that this was very much not a date.

“Should we order for Konan?”

“Nah,” he said, lifting his pint with a single hand to his lips and taking a sip. Releasing a pleasurable “ah” after swallowing. Bicep bulging under the sleeve of his work shirt. Adam’s apple plunging and climbing. Stippled facial hair highlighted under your studious gaze. Plummeting your rational senses and spiking your heart rate.

You grasped your pint with two hands and leaned into the cushion–hyper aware of his arm relaxing across the back of the booth. Particularly, the warm crook of his elbow at your nape.

He made it worse. He crossed his legs. In your periphery you could see much. Too much. A peek of his ankle. The taut fabric of his slacks stretched across his thighs. The protrusion of his wallet. More, if you were willing to ogle like a degenerate.

He wrung his mouth at something on the TV. Licked his lips.

Cuddled together in a booth like a couple; you could see, hear, feel all of him.

Getting drunk was certainly the only way you’d get through this night.

Obito laughed at you drinking like a fish far out of her water. “Need another one?” You shuddered at the bitterness blanketing your tongue and nodded. He laughed at you again and wove through the crowd to get you a second hoppy beer. “Sorry it’s so busy today. I usually watch the game at home and forgot it’d be this crazy.”

Squinting at the TV, you did your best to ignore his arm asserting itself around the shelf of your shoulders, touching you more than it was previously, and read the score on the bottom of the screen. “Basketball?”

“Mhm,” he hummed a bit too close to your ear considering this corner of the sports bar was rather chill and free of overzealous fans. “Do you watch it, or not really into it?” His intensity burned your cheeks; discerning any emotion crossing your face.

You shrugged and turned to face him. And what a mistake that was.

His proximity was imminent. You witnessed each micro movement of his dilated pupils obsessing over the features of your face. Languishing on your parted lips and snapping back to your half-lidded eyes.

“No, I’ve never really been into sports,” you whispered as a goal was scored and hushed devastation rippled through the men glued to the screens.

Obito’s fingers grazed your shoulder. “If you’re bored, we can do something else. Whatever you want.”

The cold pint glass numbed your aching fingers. His insistence on treating you as anything other than a nuisance in his life chipped at the ice encompassing your heart. Cracking the walls you put up when it came to him; crumbling them into the gut wrenching torment of falling for someone who was taken.

But how sweet was the honeyed voice thrumming in your ear provoking you to make bad decisions. “I’ll watch the game with you.” And then the reverberating sound of your conscience smacking you across the face. “Konan’s been gone for a while. Do you think something happened? Should I text her?”

You reached for your purse and he stopped you. His hand around your wrist, his arm’s presence solidly around your shoulders, no longer shy in his affections. “She’ll be fine,” he said, stern, terse. “This night is about you. Stop worrying so much and enjoy yourself.” Truly asking the world of you, he leaned in to the point of his hair brushing your temple, and pleaded, “Trust me.”

The earnestness in his rasp. The honesty in his eyes.

Maybe you were wrong about him and Konan. Somehow. If you dismissed the evidence you procured indicating otherwise.

Either way, he let go of your wrist, but his arm remained. His fingers remained. Caressing your upper arm, tucking themselves against your side. Squeezing new life into your sorry self. Thumb stroking over your shoulder, and you loved it as much as you hated yourself for seeking comfort in the one person who drove you crazy: your rival. Stirring emotions you buried long ago when he first made you a target of his teasing.

“Okay,” you agreed. He smiled his imperfectly perfect smile. You forced your attention to the basketball game before you sank deeper in analyzing his face, especially the way his scars carved rivers through his stubble.

“Is there anything you want to talk about?” Obito asked after a few minutes of silence purveyed between you. Interrupted by cheers or groans in accordance to which team scored points.

“Mmm, not really. You?”

Obito inhaled deep. Face blank, watching the TV. “Don’t wanna bore you by talking about myself-”

“Whoa! Did you see that?” You whipped around, confused as to why Obito seemed less than thrilled. “I don’t know much about basketball, but he made that shot from half-court. That’s impressive, right?”

He snorted. “I’m rooting for the other team.”

“Oh. Whoops.” Now, you realized the other team’s logo was the same as the one on the mug he kept at his desk.

“You can root for whoever you want,” he said, twisting his lips in yet another smile angled in your direction. “I’m just relieved you’re having fun.”

“We can make it funner.”

“Oh?”

“Let’s make a deal.” You smirked and waggled your eyebrows–feeling silly as the alcohol settled in. “If my team wins, we do whatever I want. If your team wins, we do whatever you want.”

Taking his time to contemplate your offer, he read the score, read how much time was left in the game, and narrowed his eyes at you. “My team is down 22 points and there’s less than two minutes left in the fourth quarter.”

“Sounds like you're scared, Uchiha.”

“Never. It’s a deal.”

Finally. Today was your lucky day.

It took ten minutes for the clock to hit zero; plowing through referee calls, whistles, and timeouts, but at last, your team won. Your team won, and that meant spending more time with Obito.

“Where’re you dragging me to now?” he asked, paying for your drinks.

“I have something in mind,” you teased.

~~~

“What in the actual fuck is this?” Obito yelled over the sounds assaulting him.

“Music!” you yelled back, dragging him towards the sea of bodies in the warehouse style building.

He winced; at you, the many lanky men with mohawks, the studded leather jackets seconds from puncturing him, and at the blown amps on stage. “This isn’t music. This is noise.”

“Exactly,” you giggled. His scowl was lit in the flashing lights. “It’s called noise rock.” For his benefit, you lead him towards the back wall, putting distance between you and the people thrashing in the middle. “My favorite band is on stage.”

You watched him openly and ardently for his response. Letting him see the twinkle in your eye, batting your lashes at his surprise. Your dimple upon breaking into a hint of a smile, finding it a bit too amusing–and adorable–to see him out of his element, dressed in office attire at a punk show. Sharing a part of yourself no one else at the office knew. Parting your lips and urging him to read between the lines: the deal was just a way to trick him into spending more time with you.

“It’s..” He fought for words. “Loud.”

“Yep! Well, I’m gonna go mosh.” You made it one step towards the mob before you were yanked backwards as if by a tether and stumbled into his arms.

“Absolutely not,” he said, letting go of your blouse and securing his strong grip on your hip. “No way am I about to let you go in there. What if your glasses get knocked off? What if you get hurt?”

You were flabbergasted. Words escaped you. You did not possess the lexicon to describe the burning desire in your core when he clutched you to his chest and reprimanded you. Pressed tight against his body, his nose to your hair, and protective words curling your toes.

“O-Okay,” you exhaled. “We can stay back here.”

He fell for your tricks again.

~~~

For long minutes, Obito held you. After a close incident with a rogue teenager being ejected from the crowd and running into you, he laced his arms around your middle and kept you safe within the confines of his person. You were both leaning against the wall, but you relied on him to support you, and he held no objections.

During a speech about anti-fascism by the lead singer, he ducked his head to speak to you, and became side tracked. For once, you were the one who caught him off guard. Your fingers found their way to his chin. You ran your thumb over his stubble, entranced by the short hairs prickling your skin.

“You smell good,” you said, finding it easier and easier to smile. “I’ve always liked your cologne.”

Obito wrested his chin from your affections and closed his eyes, eyebrows pinched. “Are you drunk?”

“Tipsy, I guess.”

“Mm.” He almost seemed reluctant, debating something with himself, as he claimed your temple as his. A timid brush of his lips. Settling for a minuscule display of everything he suppressed.

In turn, you rested your weary head on his clavicle. Turning your face to tuck yourself in the column of his neck. Swooning over him overtly. Brimming with liquid confidence in his comforting arms.

~~~

Obito didn’t know how many more songs he listened to–if one could discern when one began and another ended–but he swayed with you, regardless. Entertaining you with cheesy grins and heartfelt strokes on your waist.

Eventually, you both enjoyed yourselves too much. Growing overstimulated under the flashing lights and blaring music. You made it to the fresh air before anybody else did and walked the empty streets in the direction of your apartments downtown. His arm was loose around your waist, but his fingers dug in when you hesitated at an intersection.

“Don’t you live that way?” you asked, pointing across the street.

“It’s late, I’m walking you home.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Alright.”

~~~

“This is me,” you stated needlessly, alluding to the metal placard hanging on your door with your apartment’s number. Just standing there, staring up at him like you were for the past few seconds where he also stood there, hands in his pockets, staring at you, slouching. His face held little emotion. Not in a bored way, but in a way that protected him from showing too much. Forcing you to fill in the space with your emotions first.

You rocked yourself from foot to foot, projecting what you hoped was girlish innocence. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“I did. Did you?”

“I did.”

His eyes became increasingly desperate. Flicking his gaze back and forth into your own. Glancing at your lips. Communicating something you didn’t parse. Pleading you to do something you didn’t understand. “Are you still drunk?”

“I was never drunk, just a little tipsy.” He shot you a look. “But the fresh air helped sober me up,” you finished meekly. “I’ll be fine. I’ll call Konan to check in on her and then go to bed, I promise.”

Obito nodded, somewhat. It was a very slow bounce, petering out after a few seconds.

Silence, a distinct and excruciating silence, hung between the heat of your bodies teeming with energy in the quiet hall of your apartment building. A silence encapsulating two years worth of intentions and motives.

“Fuck it.”

He sprang.

He cupped your jaw, hooked his arm around your waist, and kissed you deeply. More intense than he meant to, but he couldn’t help it. Not when your hands climbed his chest and tangled themselves in tufts of his hair. He surrendered the self-imposed restraint he honed for years sitting across from you. The relief was all he ever hoped it to be. Your enthusiasm was as validating as he hoped it to be. Your moan into his mouth was as damning as he hoped it to be.

Tingles of satisfaction enticed your bodies to become one. Your knees knocked his, stepping into his embrace past the point of acceptable. Wanting to be absorbed by him. Craving two years worth of passion he held on reserve.

His every inhale filled the collapse of your exhale. His thumb stroked your cheek like it was wiping away tears, but all it revealed was your smile. A smile for him. Just him. You ran your knuckles along the scars on his throat. Feeling his erratic heartbeat elevating further.

He backed off. Doubt blooming in his head. Checking your face for signs of regret, of not wanting this, of only trying to humor him before sending him away with a letter from HR on his heels.

If he was looking for answers, you answered them in the most pleasing way.

You grabbed his tie and reeled him for another kiss. Crazed, fevered. Escalating when he slid his tongue across your lips and you happily obliged his hunger; hands exploring the clothed curves of the other. Smitten over the silliest details, like the way he flexed his muscles wherever your hands landed in order to impress you, and how he thought he was smooth letting his hand drift lower and lower down the arch of your back until it wasn’t on your back anymore. So irrevocably charmed by his ability to caress all common sense from you.

Dizzy, you broke apart for air and gasped a small, “Fuck.”

“Mhm,” he moaned, taking you for a short kiss between breaths.

“Fuck,” you said again in lieu of anything intelligent.

Obito pulled away, calming the steady rise of his shoulders, cooling the flush across his cheeks. Putting distance between you–but not until he laid his gentle lips on your temple, kissing you proper this time.

You sank to your heels and blinked the haze from your eyes. Searching his for what to do next.

“I had an amazing time with you tonight,” he said. “I should get going before it gets too late.”

He posed to walk away.

And you let him.

You didn’t speak up. You didn’t stop him.

At least, not until he was halfway down the hall and you woke up from your lustful stupor. Like hell you were about to let Konan have him.

“Wait!” You slapped your hand over your mouth, not realizing how loud you were until it echoed. “It’s already too late, I mean–” You groaned. “It’s really late out. I don’t want you walking home alone. You can come inside. Stay with me.”

It was an awfully worded offer, but he turned and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

[spikesbimbo]

Silver spoon

Pairing: ukai Ikkei x f!reader

Tags: made this a Mafia au just so he would have a reason to have a gun, nurse!reader, actual age agp, gilf, gun play, gun fucking (?), idk giving his gun sum sloppy toppy, oral sex, creampie

Summary: how to be a beneficiary 

wc: 3.5k

@keishinslove , come get ur mans, ; ), @fawn-daydreams thanks so much for the pic! @dreamsandabyss

18 + Minors dni

“Look, someone has to have it...” he spoke into the phone, leaning back as you did with him. The feeling of his warm body against yours putting you to sleep, resting your head on his chest as you curled up into him. 

His smirk widened as he ran his hand down your sides, enjoying your company as you grew more comfortable in his lap, the feeling of cold hard metal touching your skin as you adjusted yourself on his legs, seeing it peek from below his waistband, handle hanging out of his belt reminded you of what he was, breaking you out of your daydream.

Looking up at him as your hands rested on his chest and neck, pulling away from his stroking his scuff and fingers untangling themselves from his golden chain. Getting off his thighs seeing as this call was going to last long, legs growing numb, jestering with your hands that you were going to the kitchen, responding with a subtle nod as he watched you leave.

Hearing his voice get sterner, sending chills down your spine as his tone changed completely. “Send guards up there to get him…. and hold him until they arrive.” Seeing that he got confirmation, as his head tilted back, a sigh escaping lips as he rubbed his eyes. Eyebrows furrowing, not knowing if you should have left him there alone, just putting it in the back of your head that you left some time for him to cool down.

Walking down the staircase headed towards the kitchen, almost still getting lost in this villa as you remember him telling the first time you came here ‘it was down the staircase and to the left’. Stopping to look at the big picture of him hung up on the wall followed by many others, looking like a victorian portrait encased in the glass frames made you realize how big of a name they really were, generations following you down the hall as you continued moving down the steps.

Finally seeing the walls of windows and the bar you felt relieved, walking up to the fridge and opening it, seeing every drink but water. Grabbing some type of lemonade as you leaned against the marble counter while you took a sip, tasting the unknown alcohol in it as it hit the back of your throat, quickly coughing while smacking your chest a few times to calm it down. Tears filling your eyes as you shakily set the glass down.

“Sorry about that. Should've probably just drank it all yesterday.” 

You turned your blurry eyes to see his grandson, an almost spitting image of him when he was younger, noticing him handing you some water that you wanted in the first place.

“What a surprise...” you choked out, lifting the bottle to your mouth, throat finally feeling some ease.

The two of you had an almost sibling-like relationship, starting from the moment he met you after you patched his friend up in an alleyway, not even questing or caring why, moving on with your day like nothing happened.

Guessing you were on your way home from work, seeing you in scrubs, and after running into you again he swore it was fate. Persuading you to join them as you easily said yes, knowing you wouldn't say no the salary and the ‘benefits’ that came along with it, just wanting to finally relax with your student loans paid off.

But the last thing he would've expected after all of this, was you, with his grandad. Essentially getting yourself stuck in this kind of life, knowing that you'd never be able to leave as soon as they found out you were 'with’ him. But you obviously had a smart head on you, letting you do whatever your heart wanted as he supported you. Grabbing another drink from the bar, this time knowing it was alcohol as you two joked around for a minute.

A smile appearing on your face when you heard steps walking towards you, seeing ikkei appear from the corner of the hallway as keishin turned his head and guessed right, looking at you already skip over to him like a puppy following its owner.

Greeting you while he let you cling onto him, arms wrapped around his as he lifted his hand saying hello to his grandson. All his attention on your pretty little smile as his thumb traced your cheek, bringing up your hand to his lips, placing his lips on it gently as you were acting like you've never been touched before, giggling shyly into his arm as he chuckled out.

Keishin gagging at the sight before him, “Why don't you just retire already,” not wanting to see this cringy shit anymore, but deep down just wanting him to be safe and content, never seeing him smile this hard in his life. Knowing he's never felt this way before, his ex wife being set up by an arranged marriage, she wasn't bad but he definitely didn't love her along with her complaining, but luckily a quick swipe of his card shut her up, finally divorcing after all theses years.

“My dad isn't still too young to take over, you know?”  

“No.” he stated, stepping outside to light his cigar, resting his back against the wall as he took a puff. “Great men are taught, not born.” He uttered out, choking on the smoke as he brought it back up to his lips. He was dependable, not regretting having his son at a young age, but swearing to never push this life on his son and grandson until he was gone.

“Yeah, he's stubborn.” keishin uttered under his breath, running his hands through his hair as he grabbed his drink and keys, walking towards the door while waving a quick goodbye to you.

“How the hell is someone younger than me gonna be my step grandma, can’t get someone your own age to date you?” he chuckled out in awe. But at the end of the day he was on your side, family was family, defending you like your own personal bodyguard. Hearing something along the lines of “She’s some old man’s sugar baby.” almost daily until he ‘took care of it’ a few months ago.

“You're just mad, that an old man like me gets more than you.” ikkei laughed, coughing out the rest of the smoke while coming up behind you. Wrapping his arm around your waist already pulling you back to his office as you gladly let him.

“Ok, shitty old man.” keshin replied, closing the door behind him. He knew it wasn't because of the money or the power, because there were many other men on his level trying to win your attention. Thinking there must be something going on in your head to be with him, and there was.

Love.

The first man to ever make you feel some type of way, to make you blush. Was it practical, no. Putting it to the back of your head that he would be long gone by the time you were even close to his age.

But the way he made you feel so light and free around him after only being here for a while. Looking into your eyes as you fixed him up, making you genuinely laugh as he didn't want you to stress over him, surprising him that you were just naturally calm.

You two fell for each other quickly, not even lasting a week before you two fucked. Hearts appearing in your eyes around him; not caring about having your own family, just becoming part of his as he always kept his promises. 

“You wanna go out later.” he said loosely wrapping his hand around your waist, pulling you back into his lap. “m’sorry i haven't had time for you lately.” Looking up at his gray hair, eyes moving down to his body still this toned after all these years, aging like the finest wine.

“No.” you mumbled out, fingers running down his chest, getting caught up in his chain again. “Just wanna…..stay with you.” A shy smirk appearing on your face as the words left your lips.

Leaning into your shoulder, lips touching your neck as he whispered into your ear, scruff tickling your jaw as you let out a slight smile.“Stay with me, hmm? And what does that entail...?” 

Already getting off his thighs, standing in front of him as you ran your hands up your body, his joining you as he wrapped them around your waist pulling you closer to him, chin resting on your stomach while his hands gently rested on your hips. “No one has ever managed to capture my attention like you have.” he said, hands lingering on you.

He had no shame in admitting it, his words plaguing your head, “I always tell the truth, no matter how hard it is.” Looking up to your flustered face, no one could ever make you feel as loved and appreciated as him.

“Ok old man.” you giggled out, taking your time stripping in front of him. Resting your hand on his shoulder for support as you slowly slid your skirt down, hugging your ass just right as you felt his soft, intense gaze never once leaving you. Eyeing you up as you fumbled with your buttons, hands meeting yours taking it off for you, being bare as the day you were born.

“You getting on your knees pretty girl?”

Nodding while letting out a quiet, shy “yeah” at the words that left his mouth. Lowering yourself onto the ground, trying to replace your timidness that only came around him. Hands resting on his knees working their way up his thighs, his stress already disappearing as your fingers played with his zipper, eyes locking with yours as you pulled it down.

The nervousness leaving you as his warm hand rested on your cheek, whimpering in need as your gaze fell on the hard cold metal that was standing before his cock. Resting on his abdomen, cunt growing wetter at the thought of the previous events, wanting it in your mouth, fucked down your throat.

Reading your mind, already loosening his pants enough to set it free. Pointer finger resting on the side as he parted your lips, immediately giving way. Tongue sticking out lewdly, spit and drool already falling off the tip of it, his other hand angling it down toward your mouth. “You trust me, don’t you Baby?”

Moaning out another muffled “yeah” at the weight of the barrel resting on your tongue, pushing it deeper down your mouth, the whines getting caught at the back of your throat. Body growing tingly, cunt leaking onto the floor as he gently bobbed your head head back and forth until you got the hang of it.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck... your sweet little mouth taking it all.” Whimpering at his words, eyes fluttering open at him, meeting his gaze as your vision grew blurry. Hands reaching for his cock, working there way up his thighs until you felt his bulge, groaning at the touch. Wanting to make him feel as good as you.

Letting your spit make a mess on his fingers as he slowly pushed the glock farther down until you choked on the muzzle. Pulling it out at the lewd sound of your wet gasp, catching your breath, looking at your lashes still wet, lips covered in drool. Dragging the spit covered barrel down, sliding between your tits pressing it against your nipples, shivering at the cold feeling. 

“You gonna let me fuck your throat, sweetheart?”

Nodding quickly, letting out a strained “mhmm” as you moved your fingers around the base of his cock. Adjusting himself as he stroked it a few times before letting you take control. A moan leaving his mouth as you tilted your head to kiss his tip, parting your lips without his help as you flicked your tongue against it, your shiny lips making a mess already.

“Fuck angel, such a good girl. Open up that little mouth more for me sweetheart.” His hand came behind your neck, the firm grip leaving your mouth open as he pulled himself out, admiring the sight below him as the praise made you listen to his silent command. Soft wet smacks from him slapping the head of his cock against your tongue, looking so lewd, like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen in his life.

“… goddamn baby. Fuck…”

His scratchy voice letting out another moan as he leaned back onto the headrest of the couch. Your trembling hands gripping onto his thighs, nails leaving imprints as he continued to abuse your throat. The office was quiet besides the filthy wet sounds of you choking around him.

Opening your lids and gazing up at him, pupils so wide and eyes so red. Looking the prettiest you could, so needy and compliant, letting him use your throat as he pleased. “That’s it, angel… oh, fuck…m’gonna-”

Tears freely down your cheeks as you gagged, little strings of saliva dripping from your chin, body on fire as his thrusts got rougher, fucking up into your mouth as his hands gripped tighter around your neck holding you in place.

Sealing your lips around him, sucking in more as his hips stalled, grabbing your head with both of his hands. And with a long groan, music to your ears, shoving your face all the way down into his crotch, balls resting on your chin as you felt him release in your mouth, so hot and thick. Doing as you were told, always wanting to be his good girl, someone he could always rely on, someone he could always use when needed.

“You okay?” He asked, stroking your cheek as dizzily shook your head up and down. Reaching his hand forward, tipping your jaw upward to see you better. Cunt throbbing as his eyes met yours, clenching and releasing around nothing while he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips. 

“Words, sweetheart.” His voice was soft and stern, ordering you around gently as you did you best to choke it out.

“y-yes”

“Let me see.” Parting your lips, with his ring covered finger, mouth opening to show him that his cum was still there. Smiling as he let go, muttering out “good girl.”, mouth closing as he let you swallow, the salty taste making you wince under your breath while he pet the side of your face down to your neck. 

“You sure angel? ….You know i don't like lying.” he said, resting his hand on your cunt, fingers dipping in shallowly as you almost went limp in his hold, Knees locking just in time, so focused on keeping your composure that you didn't see him smirking at your state. His finger curling inside you, as you tried to hold back your whimper, body unconsciously rocking back and forth into his hand.

Finally snapping, trying to be on your best behavior best you couldn't help it anymore, knowing what he was doing to you. “Please,” you whined out. “Want you to fuck me like you always do, want you to fuck me so good.” No shame left in your body as you started taking action, nails clawing into his bicep, your eyes half lidded trying to hold back the tears forming.

Letting out a whine muttered by your teeth sinking into your lips when his hand pulls away, lingering there not for long as he easily hikes your leg up over his waist, aligning his cock to your dripping cunt, rubbing it over your folds, teasing you, wanting to make his sweet angel beg. 

“i-ikkei, please” you lead, gripping his arms, as pushed into you slowly. Cooing at you for being so patient with him. Head dropping onto his shoulder as a broken noise escaped your lips, legs tightening around his waist, clenching around him.

Pushing the rest of himself inside you, hissing as you swallow him up in your warmth. “Fuck sweetheart, you always… feel so, -fuck, so goddamn good,”

“Relax baby,” he groaned out, head thrown back. “Little cunt’s so tight, gonna get my will instead of my kids if you keep it up.” Your smile barely forming before it gets cut off, moaning at the painful feeling of his cock stretching you out.

“Such a... fuck, such a good little girl for me,” He praises, hot breath on your neck as you clench even tighter at his words, the feeling of bhim so deep inside of you, nudging your cervix making your head spin. “So pretty,  I'd do anything for you, you know that?”

“m’close.” you whimpered. His love confessions making you lose your mind completely, nails digging into his chest, slightly groaning at the sting.. “Please, p-please please,” you begged through a sob, tears swelling up in your eyes. Placing his lips on yours before you can gasp out begs anymore. Trying to whimper out his name before he fucks you roughly with a thrust that hits your g spot, making you cum all over him, sticky wetness enclosing the both of you as it dripped down his balls and onto the sofa. 

“There you go baby,” he muttered against your lips, but you’re too far gone to even pay attention. Working his cock inside of you, gently pushing up into your cunt as your shaking body twitches in his hold, eyes rolling to the back of your head from your orgasm, still trying to come down from your high. “You know I always got you.”

He pulls out of you slowly when you have calmed down but you weren’t done. “w-wanna make you cum.” your croaky voice pouted out.

“Hm? You already did sweetheart.” Shaky legs positioning yourself on top of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. “no...want you to cum in me.”

Watching as you spread open you cunt, placing his tip on your entrance. Looking down at him with a heavy lust in your eyes, not wasting any time sliding back into you. “You’re so greedy.” He says into your ear, a roughness to his voice. Back arching as his arm wraps around your waist, leaning back to give him a view of himself bottoming out in you. The feeling of the fullness already has you cumming again. “...So fucking perfect.” 

Rubbing your clit with his fingers as his lips attached to your nipple, locking you in his hold, your body trembling from the overstimulation. Cock repeatedly ramming into your g spot as your cunt is being lovingly abused. “Fuck” He mutters out, words getting trapped into your skin, fingers pinching your swollen clit, letting out a loud sob as tears break free. 

“Fuck baby, I’m close.” He said, breath growing sporadic as his hips start stuttering. Chasing after his high, fingers slapping your clit as you squealed.

“C-, cum in me, please. You gotta, p-please!” You cry out, pushing him over the edge. Breaking free of your tits, mouth letting out deep groans as he is spilling his load into you, coming for the third around him. Body freezing up, seeing black and stars, walls clamping around him even tighter, wanting to milk him dry for everything he's got. 

Not even realizing that he's holding you into him, balls resting on you cunt as he's still inside of you, knowing you'd throw a fit if he pulled out. Body slump and tired as he presses a light kiss on the top of your head, large hands soothing your body as they worked their way up and down your back.

“I-, I love you,” you choked out, resting your head into his shoulder. His heart softening as he kissed your lips softly, sighing as he leaned back with you in his arms. Gently humming to ease you into sleep, not caring how he was gonna take care of this later. ”I love you too, baby.” He whispered into your ear, looking around his office full of money and countless items worth millions, but none made his heart race like you could, not even close.

“...I love you, more than you'll ever know.” 

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Revision.

Commissioned by the very lovely @pyrokittyowo.

Pairing: Yandere!Simeon/Reader (Obey Me).

Word Count: 2.2k.

TW: Past Trauma, Toxic Relationships, Codependency, Infantilization, Isolation, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Manipulation, Gaslighting.

The sun never sets in the Celestial Realm.

It’s less whimsical than it sounds, to be fair. Sleep is a luxury for angels, a way to pass time for the young and the injured, but that hadn't been something Simeon thought to tell you when you first arrived, as you tried to follow his mangled, irregular cycle of rest and work. You’d gotten the hang of it with time, carved out your own routine and forced yourself to follow it, but you’d be lying if you said you were completely used to it. It was grating, if anything, just how bright all of it was, the shine only amplified by the ivory and gold angels seemed so fond of. It was overwhelming, really. If you hadn’t known better, you might’ve called it unbearable.

But, you did know better. This realm was warm, but not stifling, not half as oppressive as the Devildom had been. It didn’t have the same constant chill, a pervasive darkness only made worse by the humid air and that invasive metallic scent, like stone and rock and the blood that must've been soaked into the cracks of both. The darkness was worse. All of it was worse, but you tried to keep your mind on the landscape, the starless sky, the bleakness you’d slowly grown to hate.

If you let yourself think about anything else, you’d have to think about the people you’d met, the brothers, the way they’d looked at you. You’d have to remember how tight Mammon’s grip had been, the first time he took you by the wrist rather than the hand, or how dull Beelzebub's fangs were and how much it hurt when he drove them into your skin, your chest, the sensitive area just below your collarbone that never failed to bleed, when it bit down. You’d have to think about how Lucifer’s hand felt as it wrapped around your neck, the sound of your own failing breath, the way he’d laughed as you—

You inhaled sharply, cutting yourself off before you could get any more lost in the memory.

Because that’s what it was – just a memory. Something you’d never have to worry about again, thanks to Simeon.

Still, you were allowed to complain. Even indoors, perched in one of the many bay windows spotted around Simeon’s sizable chambers, you could feel the unyielding sun, notice the light start to eat away at your vision like a hungry, gnawing parasite. There were clouds in the sky, perfect wisps of nothing, but they'd been their since the day you first arrived, fixed features on an unchanging canvas. They wouldn't move. You already knew that. Nothing moved in the Celestial Realm, not unless it had a reason to.

And yet, you found yourself opening your mouth regardless, asking the question that’d been playing on your tongue all day. You could let yourself have this. You could hope that were wrong. It wasn't like this would be the first time. “It doesn’t rain here, does it?”

Immediately, there was a hum from across the room, one of the many soft sounds Simeon seemed to be so fond of. You should’ve been glad he was there to answer at all, really. Simeon spent most of the day tending to his vague responsibilities. If he had time to sit around, pouring over a scroll in a language you couldn’t recognize, it must’ve meant it was either too early in the morning or too late at night for him to be bothered with anything else. You couldn’t be sure which, not when the two were so impossible to tell apart. “Rarely,” He replied, still distracted. “Michael tries not to leave the weather up to chance. If he needed a storm, I’d be able to tell you weeks in advance.”

You almost felt bad for him. You would’ve hated it, knowing everything long before it actually happened, but you doubted Simeon would ever let himself be so careless. “I don’t know how I’d stay sane,” You admitted, your gaze moving back to the window. A white dove had landed on the edge of Simeon’s windowsill, meticulously sorting through bleached feathers with its pointed beak, and idly, you wondered if the animals bothered to regulate themselves, too. “You wouldn't like my hometown. Couldn’t see the sky most days, and when you could, it was nearly too hot to go outside. Never stopped it from snowing a month before winter, though.” You paused, letting yourself smile at the thought. You missed it; you weren’t going to try to deny that. You were still allowed to miss things. “Luke would probably love it. Say what you want about humans, but we've never gotten a bakery wrong.”

Simeon didn’t hum, this time. The silence couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds, but your heart still found a way to tighten in your chest, stopping completely as you heard his chair scrape against the floor, sharp footsteps following the noise immediately. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, and he was kind enough not to force you to, brushing off your avoidance as he positioned himself on the opposite side of your small shelter. It wasn't much of an improvement, though. If he'd just let himself be a little more cruel, you might've had the pleasure of hating him for it.

“You’re thinking about the human world again.”

He was getting straight to the point. You couldn’t say you weren’t thankful.

“How can I not?” You tried to laugh, but it came out strained, out of place against his sober expression. “I haven’t been home in a year. I’m bound to want to go back, eventually.”

“You know it’s not safe.” It was a familiar mantra, one you should’ve been numb to, but it still found a way to hurt, to linger, accumulate into a small, aching knot in the back of your throat as you reminded yourself that he was only doing it because he cared. That was all – he cared. He didn’t want to see you get hurt, not again. He didn’t want to see you face anything more harmful than his clumsy comfort, even if he did have a strange way of showing it. “We’ve talked about this before, (Y/n). It’s still too early to tell if Lucifer left any lasting damage. There could still be a tracking spell I haven’t discovered yet, or worse.” There was a pause, and a gloved hand came to rest on your knee. You could’ve mouthed the words, as he said them. “I can keep you safe here, but your world is neutral territory. I might not be able to stop him, if he and his brothers tried to take you away.”

You hated the way he said it. Part of you, a persistent minority, still wanted to think this was all a misunderstanding, a result of crossed wires and mixed messages and the kind of miscommunications that only ever led to such awful things. You knew it was unhealthy, to try to tint your own memories with such a forgiving light, but that didn't help you smother the temptation to believe all the soft, pleasant encouragements Asmodeus had whispered in your ear as his brothers lived out their distorted, carnal fantasies. Whatever Simeon was trying to do, it certainly wasn’t helping, either.

“I’ll be careful,” You tried, slouching against the glass. It was warm to the touch, a feeling you savored under his cold gaze. “It’d be a day trip, at most. Just a few hours. I…” He was wearing the silk gloves, today, soft and smooth as he raised his hand, cupping your cheek without a trace of hesitation. You trailed off instantly, still unused to the gentleness. “I just want to see my family, that’s all. Even if it’s only for a few minutes.”

“You’re bored of me, now?” It was supposed to be playful, the question accompanied by a light chuckle, but you still shook your head, leaning into his palm as you went on. “I can’t say I blame you. I know I’m not one for company, but if you’re dying for entertainment, I can see what—”

“It’s not just that.” You should've let him finish, but it was already too late to stop yourself. You didn’t want to stop yourself, if you were being honest. You just wanted to go somewhere else, somewhere different, a place where the sky didn’t hurt to look at and the sun wasn’t so willing to punish you for existing. You wanted to be able to step outside without worrying whether or not your angelic hosts still thought you were worthy of their concern. You didn’t want this, anymore, even if it was the better option. “I’m just tired, Simeon. I’m tired of being here, I’m tired of running, and I just want to go home—”

There was a small huff, a sharp crack. By the time you realized what happed, by the time that sudden acidic sting faded into a steady throb, his thumb was already digging into your jaw, your head forcibly tilted back in such a way that made it so you had to look at him. You couldn’t avoid the softened anger in his eyes, or the stiffness in his posture, or that tight, unignorable scowl. He was disappointed, and he wanted you to know you were the reason why. He was mad at you, and you’d done everything to earn it.

When he spoke, he did so slowly. Like he was talking to a child who hadn’t quite come to terms with reality, just yet. “I’ve taken care of you, haven’t I?”

“You have.” There was no point trying to deny it. If it hadn’t been for Simeon, you’d still be rotting in that hellscape, subject to the whims of a family of monsters. He'd saved you. He'd helped you escape, and you had to be thankful for that. “I just don’t know if I can—”

“And you care about me, right? You don’t want to see me worry?”

You hesitated, but your answer was inevitable “Of course.”

“And you do remember the last thing Belphie said to you, don’t you? What he did to send you running to me?” He let himself smile, despite the nature of the question. “I could barely understand you back then, with the crying and all. Honestly, I almost didn't notice you were begging me to save you.” It was easy to forget how Simeon could be, when he knew he was right. Most of the time, his confidence was comforting, a gentle reminder that you could trust him, that you should trust him. Right now, it just made you feel weak. “What was it, again? C’mon, love, you can tell me, can’t you?”

You could. Objectively, you could, if you tried to. You could force your mouth to make the words, you could shut your eyes and let Simeon guide you through it, and you could tell yourself they were just memories, that you were somewhere else now, that you were somewhere better, but…

But, you really, really didn’t want to, and you couldn’t convince yourself you did.

If you did, you’d have to remember how tightly Belphegor had held your hand, as he said it, his fingers intertwined with yours and his grip strong enough to leave your palm bruised, after he pulled away. You’d have to think about the small smile he wore, the hatred in his half-lidded eyes, the chill that'd run down your spine as he hid his face in the crook of your shoulder and told you that, if you ever tried to leave him, if he ever had to share you with anyone beyond the six exceptions he was already making, he’d kill you. It was as simple as that.

If he ever saw you again, he’d kill you.

You were safe, here. You were safe in the Celestial Realm, you were safe with Simeon, but you still found yourself choking on the words, your throat going dry as your shoulders pitched forward, a bolt of something frozen striking your chest before you could ward it off. You couldn't be sure why something so distant would make you cry, but you could feel it coming on – hot tears welling in your eyes, blurring your vision, threatening to spill over and strip you of what little pride you had left, but Simeon only wiped them away, as doting as he always was. As loving as he always was, even when you took his patience for granted. Even when you hesitated to lean into him, as he pulled you into his chest, urging you to hide your face and treat him like the pillar of support he was so clearly trying to be. Even when you didn't deserve it, when you didn't deserve him, when you didn't deserve any of this, not when he was kind enough to pretend he didn't know that just as well as you.

“Poor little thing.” He was humming, now, his tone teetering on the line between carelessness and comfort. You couldn’t bring yourself to care, not in the moment, not when it was all you could do to muffle your hitched sobs into small, pathetic whimpers. “It’s nothing to blame yourself for. You just need a little help.” Another pause, elongated and purposeful. Sadistic, in only because he had to try so hard not to be. “You just need someone to protect you. It’s only human.”

It was all you could do to nod, to agree, as mindlessly as you were capable of. You didn’t want to think. You didn’t want to risk remembering something you shouldn’t.

Instead, you just focused on the sunlight streaming the nearest window, how it felt as it hit you.

How, wherever your skin made contact with Simeon’s, it seemed to grow just a little more insufferable than it had been, a second ago.

[tawilisss]

From my drafts I left 💀 sorry bout giving false hope 😭😭

BTS Taehyung x Solo idol male reader

It has been 5 years since m.n debut and OMG the glow up is in your face.

Like he went from having braces and broken glasses, with a tiny limp to a person guys and girls droll over.

Like strait guys have broken up with their girlfriends just because of m.n.

A really popular idol by the way. The fact that he is gay in the idol industry makes him even more popular.

To be honest, taehyung really didn't like you back when you debited.

You were just plane ugly NGL 😱.

Pimples and acne on your face, just....... No.

But now, this man STARES like not even gonna hide it.

Whenever you walk past in your short skirt. Just ... Random boner....

He has fantasies of tying you down and railing you but oh is he soo wrong. (M. N is a Dom!, Just looks submissive)

You finally sit down on your van waving a last goodbye to your fans, you just finished another stage performance bringing home yet another trophy to your collection, though you had hoped the competing team to win, unfortunately you still had taken home the trophy

You smile at it before leaving it to the side

"Luke, let's go shall we" you smile softly as you tell your driver who's been a close friend of yours

They nod and start the car

As your car drives off you wave off to the fans at the further parts of the line

Though at the last few people you were surprised that they were glaring at you instead

"Oh" you audibly said

You brushed it off, you were still fairly new to the Kpop industry tho you have blown up as much as BTS

"Is there.. something wrong y/n?" Luke asks concerned from your sudden gasp

"Oh, it's nothing Luke just people with different likings" you smiled shrugging the topic off

He nods and drives off to your apartment

~~~

You lay your head on your bed, finally having time for yourself since you started practicing for your comeback after months ago

You smile as your back aches from the knots formed from dancing endlessly

You close your eyes and fall asleep, breathing a sigh of relief finally being able to rest

You shuffle more and more as you regain consciousness, you get a whiff of a savory dish coming from outside your room that finally makes you completely conscious

You groggily get up and release a groan as your feet touche the cold floors

You find your way through your house and notice a figure in the kitchen

You chuckle as you call the figures name

"Luke, what are you doing?"

You say, getting the mans attention

"Oh hey Y/n, how are you? I saw you were sleeping and since I just got home from the grocery store I made dinner." The bigger man replies keeping his focus on his dish to not get it burnt

"You should've just ordered, we've had a long day already, you deserve to rest as much as I do," you say approaching the man hugging him from behind

You stay like that for a while and Luke receives a small "soft~" coming out of your lips that makes the man flustered

---

You and Luke were always great friends, you two share intimate moments that someone outside you two would say that you'd be dating

You and Luke never really confessed your feeling but knew that you two care for each other a lot

You've talked about it and said to each other that you like each others company but like it, the way it is and don't want to deepen it too much or it could make things complicated

---

You huff slowly as you tighten your hug on Luke before letting go

"I'll prep the table for us~"

You wash the few dirty dishes before putting plates on the table and get yourself ready for the delicious meal Luke's making

"You really need to teach me how to cook you know" you insist while you set the plates

"And let you burn our house down? No thanks, besides I like cooking for us" he scoffs

"Fair enough" you shrug

You sit down after setting your plates and cups, you patiently wait for Luke to finish cooking

You hear a notification from your phone which gathers your attention

You scroll through various social media, taking photos and such to post

You're lucky enough to be in a company that lets you do basically whatever the fuck you want

You scroll mindlessly through Twitter but then a certain article grabs your attention

Headline: BTS V plays y/n's song in vlive and commends the idol and says that they were childhood friends?

"Wtf?" You mumbly say

"What?" Luke asks focusing on the final touches of his cooking

"What?" You look up at him

"You said smth?" Luke says finally looking at you

"Oh! Well, there's this article that says that Taehyung from BTS played one of my songs and he said that we were childhood friends, which is a complete lie" you rant to him

"Wait, you knew him before?" Luke asks wondering how you've never told him about this

"Well yeah, we grew up near each other, but I wouldn't say we were "friends"" you say acting air quotes with your hands

As Luke comes closer with the pot of food and gets the other plates

--- Flashback ---

You walk along the hallways minding your own business

your hands on the strap of your backpack and just casually walking to the stairs

you notice a few people staring at you but you shrug it off and leave

you walk more and more where you reach the stairs, you were about to go down when you were suddenly pushed down the flight of stairs

you tried to soften your fall but you were still landed heavily

you groan

---End of Flashback ---

You two talk about how people from school always used to bully you, and call you names, merely even ignoring your existence when you try to socialize

This made you a little wary about the people you surround yourself with and has made you into a professional when it comes to reading other people's true intentions

After an hour and a half of eating the large amounts of food Luke made you two snuggled on your sofa watching a movie

"That was wayy too much food for the both of us" you blurt out realizing how full you were

"I'm a big guy, what can I say" he replies

"I'm glad I'm here with you, just us two relaxing" you confess as your body relaxes onto the others

"Me too," Luke says combing your hair

~~~

You hear your alarm next to your bed as you gain back your consciousness

"Wait...." You said confused as to how you got to your bed

You look around seeing no sign of Luke, thinking that he might have been the one who brought you here

You recall your last memories from before you fell asleep and it wasn't much of anything

You reach for your phone seeing your manager had texted you saying that you have an upcoming performance soon and that the company has a plan for exposure and such

You groan just imagining the exhaustion you'll have to go through for this so you go back to sleep

~~~

Today was your free day, so you and Luke just wanted to go out somewhere silent

"Hey Luke, wanna go painting? Or like maybe visit a few art galleries? The guys might come too." You scrunch your nose saying the last words

"Sure," Luke says and nods while looking at his phone

"Yay!" You cheer

~~~

A few hours passed, a lot of singing and talking were done in the van whilst on the way to the art galleries

You didn't really post much about what you were doing that day so you were hoping not much media would be there

Though the place is famous, you did just hope to have some quiet time with your friends and Luke

~~~

You finally arrive and Luke parks the van

You get out of the car and to your dismay, the media was there

You sadly sigh and look down with defeat as the other got out

You put on your mask and glasses hoping to not be recognized by anyone

You all approach the building hastily but the media was easily able to recognize you faster than you thought but you were already inside luckily

Thankfully the museum was a reservation to enter the type of place so you and your friends weren't crowded

You all sigh a breath of relief as you slowly enter the entrance hall with beautiful statues and oil paintings

You walked around, some of your friends went to other floors to look at specific pieces and some stayed at certain pieces that they were intrigued by

Luke never left your side during the whole walk around and kept on asking you about what you thought about certain pieces.

Your phone rang and you answer it immediately, it was your manager

"Y/n, where are you right now?" They said

"In a museum, why?" You ask stopping in your steps curious of why you were called

"Well, there's a certain post that I think should gain your attention" they say as they send you a link to a fresh article

Headline: BTS V and Y/N spotted in the same art museum

You gag at the headline since you didn't even know He was here

You roll your eyes and put the phone back to your ear

"We'll leave I guess, geez," you said with annoyance in your tone

You say and end the call, Luke looks at you with worry knowing how much you wanted this moment

"Hey," he says softly

You ignored to which he grabbed your hand

"Hey," he said with force but still sounds soft.

[xoluvx]

betty; p.parker

» pairing: peter parker x reader » song: betty » word count: 1.9K

There was a flutter in Peter's heart as he watched you from behind his locker. He was pretending to dig for something, but his head peeked from behind the door watching you enter the school. The glow of senior year oozed off you and the never-ending giggles of your friends wrapped around you like a safety blanket. Your bag hung on one of your arms as the other linked with an arm of one of your friends.

Peter's heart thumped as you approached his locker. Usually, you would come up to him, peck his cheek, tell him how much you missed him, and celebrate the fact you were finally seniors in high school. But that wasn't the case. You walked right past him as if he were invisible.

He followed you down the hall with his eyes, the chatter among your friends grew softer as you disappeared in the crowd of freshmen rushing to find their classrooms. His eyes were on you when you briefly turned your head finding his eyes. Embarrassed, you turned quickly. But his eyes were still on you until he lost you in the crowd.

Shutting his locker, Peter sighed.

"Hey," Ned's voice rang in the hallway as he hurried to Peter.

Peter greeted Ned, as they walked side by side towards their first period. "Are you going to her party?" Ned asked glancing at Peter. He knew it was a sensitive topic, one he hadn't disclosed all the details about yet.

"She hates me," Peter responded shrugging his shoulders digging his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"What happened with Gwen anyway?" Ned asked bluntly. He was tired of being left in the dark, of tiptoeing around the issue and tired of his best friend ditching him for most of the summer.

Peter turned to look at Ned with a blank look, flashbacks of summer invading his mind.

"Do you need a ride?" The voice startled Peter. He'd heard the car coming, but he hadn't turned to see who was approaching him. When the car stopped next to him, he recognized the girl. She had been in one of his classes, but they'd never spoken before.

"Oh no, thank you." Peter shook his head politely. He was carrying his skateboard, a wheel was busted so he was left to walk the rest of the way home.

"It's not a problem, I have nowhere to be." She added smiling at him, lifting her sunglasses, Peter made eye contact. Her eyes were friendly, lips curling into an inviting smile. "I don't bite," she added unlocking her car.

Peter gulped but approached her car. If he walked, it would take him another half hour. Why not?

"Peter, right?" she said. It was then Peter realized she was chewing gum, she blew a bubble take popped as she brought her sunglasses down. Peter nodded.

"Gwen. We had English together," she mentioned driving down the road. "Why are you out here all alone?" she asked casually keeping her eyes on the road.

Peter shifted in his seat, his skateboard awkwardly between his legs. "I was at my friend Ned's house," He said looking at her briefly. "But my skateboard broke-" he continued talking looking down at the skateboard with the missing wheel.

"You know how to fix it?" she asked.

"I think I have to get it fixed," he confessed. Or maybe Ned could help, but that would require transportation that he didn't have.

"I can take you," she offered and Peter's eyes widen a bit. He was confused by her generosity. He barely knew this girl.

"I have to get home. My aunt is waiting for me." It was true. Aunt May didn't play when it came to dinner. Even though the sun was still out, he had to be home for dinner in less than an hour.

"Tomorrow," she shrugged nonchalantly glancing at Peter as they stopped at a red light. Peter's eyes scanned her face, her round features, and her long lashes. The gum expanded once again in a small bubble.

"Sure. Okay," Peter smiled as he gave her directions towards his house.

Peter should've known then. He should've known how things would end, but he was too gullible and he missed you too much. You'd taken the camp counselor job and though you would only be gone for five weeks, they felt like the longest five weeks. Gwen was filling that void.

Gwen's company made the days slightly more bearable. It was innocent. It started that way at least.

"I saw them at the arcade together," Inez's voice was becoming staticky. Your thoughts fogged as you heard what she was saying. "I wanted to call as soon as I saw, but you were at camp." She frowned, it was ingenuine though. Like she was living for the hurt expression on your face.

She went in for a hug, but you moved out of her way leaving the mall. You weren't going to entertain this. Is that why Peter wasn't there like he said he would? At your doorstep waiting for you to come back from camp?

You could feel the tears forming as you approached your car. Fumbling with the door you finally pulled it open sliding into the driver's seat slamming the door, gripping the steering wheel as you let the tears flow. Your chest felt tight.

This had to be the worst welcome home ever.

"Hey," Ned waved and you turned in his direction. He was waving at you with a friendly smile. Peter was next to him looking like a lost puppy. You faked a smile and waved, ignoring Peter, before you got pulled away by your friends to your table in the cafeteria.

"Are you going to talk to him?" one of your friends, Alice, asked drinking from her juice box. Another cut in and it was all too much for you to process. They knew as much as Inez had told you, and they knew you hadn't spoken to Peter since you left for camp.

"I think you should talk to him," Abigail added with a concerned expression.

"No, don't. He's not worth it. Remember how he didn't even come and rescue you when Jack refused to take no for an answer at the dance?" Rebecca retaliated.

You remembered clearly. You'd just started dating. Peter was still shy. It wasn't a big deal. You weren't even expecting Peter to come to the dance and you wouldn't have known that he was there unless Inez made it a point to tell you later that night as you walked towards the parking lot.

"We've already gone over that, it wasn't a big deal." You reasoned still on Peter's side. Because that was the thing, even if Peter had betrayed your trust, you felt like you'd always be on team Peter.

Glancing at his table, you saw him talking with Ned and you wished you could just go up there and forget everything ever happened press reset, and start senior year how you'd been planning with Peter.

"What if he shows up at your party?" Rebecca asked and you snapped back to your table. Shrugging you poked at your veggies before pushing your tray away. You weren't hungry.

The week went by in a flash, but each day felt longer than the previous. You wrapped your cardigan tightly around your body as you got out of bed. It was Saturday, in a few hours crowds of people would be in your backyard celebrating the start of the last year of high school.

But you were too caught up on Peter.

The sound of a text notification caught your attention.

Can we talk? - Ned

That was weird. Ned wasn't usually one to text you. Peter was always there as the middle man. You were curious.

What's up? You typed waiting for his text in anticipation. Your phone rang and you caught your breath. You were expecting him to continue texting.

"Hello?" you asked cautiously.

"Don't hang up, please. I need to talk to you. You need to hear me out, please-" it was Peter. His voice filled your body with warmth until you remembered.

"Peter," your voice cracked. What could you say to him? Nothing, you were about to hang up when you heard his voice again.

"Don't hang up. I was stupid. I missed you and Gwen was there, and I know that's not an excuse for what I did but I never stopped thinking of you-" he was out of breath speaking quickly.

You felt your heart tighten, the familiar feeling of tears forming in your eyes took over.

"I'm sorry, Peter." You hung up. You couldn't deal with this. Not when Abigail and Rebecca were on their way. Wiping the tears, you discarded the cardigan on your bed. The one he'd bought for you last Christmas.

-

"Are you having fun?" Abigail asked squeezing your hand lightly. She was speaking over the loud music, her nose close to your ear. Nodding, you feigned a smile before looking into the crowd. No Peter.

"I'll be back," you motioned towards your house letting her know you needed to grab something.

But in reality, you needed some space. You'd been looking forward to this day. Towards your last year of high school, but plans changed. Sighing you sat on your porch. You could still hear the music and though the party was in your backyard, you needed a breath of air that wasn't congested by teens.

Swinging on the porch swing, you leaned your head back looking at the silent street. That's when you saw a figure. One hand deep in the pockets of his jeans, a skateboard in the other. It was Peter.

"Hi," his voice echoed drowning out the music. Your heart skipped a beat and you straightened up on the porch swing. You planted your hands on either side of you grounding you.

"What are you doing here?" you asked carefully getting off the swing.

"Just listen to me please," he said climbing up the three steps of your porch. "I messed up, I know I did." He looked at you with sad eyes placing his skateboard down. "It meant nothing to me. Gwen was a distraction. One that ruined the best thing that's happened to me," he was sincere with his words. His tone was gentle as he stepped forward.

"I thought becoming an Avenger was the best thing that happened to you," you joked folding your arms. That got a small chuckle out of Peter.

"That's a close second," he joked back, this time it was your turn to laugh softly. You were falling back into your comfortable state. One where only you and Peter existed.

"I can't ask you to forget what happened-" he was stepping closer. "-but please forgive me, I will do anything." He reached for your hands, your fingers intertwining easily.

"Anything?" you asked, your voice cracking.

Peter squeezed your hands nodding.

"Kiss me," you whispered pulling Peter closer with your hands still tangled together. A goofy smile spread across Peter's face and he happily closed the gap between your bodies.

He let go of your hands so he could cup your face. Yours instantly wrapped around his torso.

"I missed you," he whispered against your lips, your noses touching.

Smiling you kissed him again. The fabric of his soft lightweight sweater felt right under your fingertips. You could smell his fabric softener and shampoo.

It felt like home.

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