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[127luvr]

Hi I wanted to say that I have been loving "My Love Mine All Mine". I have enjoyed this rollercoaster of a story and can't wait for more chapters to come. I also wanted to ask if I could be in the taglist so I can keep up with the updates if you don't mind.

hi ☹️ i really appreciate your kind words and your patience lol i know my updates are a little all over the place rn

[dollfaceksj]

still don’t know my name | jjk (m) pt. 2

➥ banner by: @archivedkookie.

➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.

➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies

➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot

➥ WARNINGS: mentions of rough sex; slapping, spanking, hair pulling, gagging, name calling, humiliation, degradation, mean!jk, biker!jk😋, bratty!reader (like reallll bratty), nude exchanging, pornography, cybersex, reader is a bit dumb, actually very dumb, sexting, flirting, neighbor beef, tension, jk smokes, bit of angst (cus it wouldn’t be a fic of mine if it didn’t have angst ofc), mentions of raw sex (WRAP IT UP), minors DNI

➥ WORDCOUNT: 11.8k

a/n: whew. HI. can’t believe pt1 went off like that😭 thank u sm for enjoying this fic !

thanks to tumblr’s new 1k max blocks limit, i had to add the rest in a reblog. you’ll find a link to it at the bottom!

i call this a mini three-shot cause i just left out all the unimportant stuff. it just constantly skips to scenes where yn & jk bump into each other i really dgaf if it’s coincidental the entire time. i had and still have no intention of adding more lore than necessary😭 its just a pwp so i rlly dc abt the lack of story telling and whatnot i just wanted to get this horny idea out 🙄

make sure to check out eli’s version too! <3

enjoy 😘😘 — the next part (pt. 3) will be the final part!

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#2 — “gameboy”

You still don’t know his name.

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And that is how you spend the rest of your weeks.

Flirting.

Sexting.

Sending pictures of your naked body to a random stranger on the internet.

A random stranger whose name you do not know.

A random stranger that doesn’t know your name, either.

A random stranger that you’re somehow slightly possessive over.

A random stranger that’s somehow slightly possessive over you.

Constantly posting subtweets about each other only further proves that. Indirectly wanting to tell other people to back off without actually doing so.

It’s crazy how you two clicked almost immediately. Maybe men aren’t a lost cause after all.

The subtweets consist of more pornographic content, provoking each other and wording your wishes of what you would like to do to one another on your timelines.

Like posting captions that say, ‘wish you were here’ alongside a video of a woman getting fucked into a worn-out mattress.

Or ‘this could be us’ and it’s a video of 2 people kissing like it’s their last day on earth.

But then at times, you both just chat like best friends. Talk about the movies you like. Or the anime he recommends. Or the music he likes to listen to. He gets oddly defensive about Justin Bieber.

Even though you’re both aware that you’re two strangers, you can’t help but feel like you two have known each other for longer than just a few weeks.

Like the time you found out you live in the same timezone. Live in the same state. Grew up watching the same things on TV. Have heard of each other’s high schools.

But any details have been kept private so far—for safety reasons, of course.

It’s not like you don’t trust him. It’s not that. It’s just weird sharing personal info with someone you don’t know personally.

But there’s been some talks about potentially meeting each other.

You wonder what he’s like in real life.

You bet he’s as charming as he is through text. Probably average looking but you don’t mind in the slightest. Pretty men only break hearts.

You still don’t know what he looks like and vice versa.

You still don’t know his name and vice versa.

Somehow you both wordlessly agreed on revealing your faces when you meet for the first time. The only physical details you’ve noticed are some of his tattoos that you can barely make out thanks to the poor quality of his pictures. His toned body. Veins. Sweatpants.

Most of his pictures are taken in the dark. Seems like he’s always just holed up at home and you deduce he might be a homebody or a gamer—something like that.

You usually can’t stand gamers (cue your annoying fucking neighbor) however, you can’t help but fantasize about sucking this random online stranger off while he’s gaming or have him bend you over his gaming setup. Let him fuck you from behind over his keyboard. Hips pounding into your asscheeks as his gaming chair squeaks.

The buzzing of your phone next to your hip snaps you out of your sinful trance.

[Twitter]

@archurback4me sent you a message!

Your heart always jolts like it’s been resuscitated every single time he sends you a message and that hasn’t changed in the past few weeks. There are simply no words to describe how it feels when your phone buzzes and it’s the person you’re thinking about.

You sit straight up on your couch, crossing your legs criss-cross applesauce as you giddily unlock your phone.

@archurback4me | 11:12AM

Goodmorning brat

How’d you sleep

Sleep. How’d you sleep.

Right, that’s what you’d forgotten!

You | 11:13AM

wait omg

now i remember

i dreamed about you omggg

well you were kinda faceless but in my dream i knew it was you

@archurback4me | 11:13AM

Did you?

What kind of dream

You | 11:13AM

honestly it started out weird as fuck lol

i wish i could tell you something sexy but it really isn’t

you were in my old high school trying to buy something from the vending machine and it wouldn’t work

so you ended up punching it and then i stopped you

and told you to hit me instead like some kind of pick me girl lmaoooooo

@archurback4me | 11:14AM

LMAOOOO

Bruhhh

That is so random

Hitting you is crazy

You | 11:14AM

i know

i mean

watching you be so aggressive was pretty hot tho

woke up w drenched panties

@archurback4me | 11:15AM

That so?

You got proof or are you just talking out of your ass?

You | 11:15AM

ur trying to see my pussy at 11am? really? you’re horny at this hour?

@archurback4me | 11:16AM

11AM or 11PM

Idgaf

Let me see that pretty pussy

How are you supposed to decline when he says it like that?

You want to do everything he asks. Anything. Want him to want you. Need him to want you.

You drag your sweats down your legs, tossing them off your bed with a quick kick. The tip of your finger slips under the elastic of your panties, peeling it off your pussy and sliding it to the side.

Arm stretched out, you reach for a low angle of your glistening pussy. There’s a teeny tiny bit of stubble coming through, not that either of you really care.

You snap a quick photo. Check it. Aren’t satisfied. Snap a few more until you’re okay with the row of pictures you can choose from.

You | 11:19AM

(You sent a photo.)

@archurback4me | 11:21AM

For fucks sake

That wet from imagining me shaking up a vending machine, are you?

Shit

Can’t stop staring

You | 11:21AM

well yes.

i mean honestly

i don’t fantasize about you hitting me or anything like that

but being slapped across the face by you kind of sounds... hot

@archurback4me | 11:23AM

I’ve seen you tweet about it before

And you’ve rted several videos like that

So trust me

I know you’re into that

You | 11:23AM

hmm

yeah

i think it’s hot

but not like.. the way you’d slap someone for making fun of your mom

just... a quick slap to make me look at you when i’m disobeying

:)

@archurback4me | 11:23AM

Choking, spanking, slapping, hairpulling, spitting, gagging

You sure you can take all that?

You | 11:23AM

are you challenging me?

@archurback4me | 11:25AM

No

I know better than to challenge a brat over text

Just wanna make sure angel

You | 11:25AM

trust me i’ll be loud about it if i don’t like it

but only if you’re down with it

@archurback4me | 11:26AM

I am

Because your dirty mouth definitely deserves a few slaps whenever you start yapping like you do so well

You | 11:27AM

kiss my ass jay

you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid lmao

Oh, right. He’d told you to call him Jay about two weeks ago. You’ve been calling him that ever since.

@archurback4me | 11:30AM

Wish I could princess

Let me see that ass one more time

You | 11:30AM

🙄.

what do i get in return?

@archurback4me | 11:32AM

I’ll write your username on my pelvis and post a vid of me jacking off

Oh.

The thought of him, jacking off with your username written across his pelvis, free for everyone to see. The thought of claiming him. Having him all to yourself.

The tingle in your core is impossible to ignore. You want him.

You | 11:33AM

so all those ppl chatting you up in your dms know that you ultimately belong to me?

@archurback4me | 11:33AM

If that’d allow me to see your ass then 100%

You | 11:33AM

ur so thirsty

so many asses you can see online

why mine

@archurback4me | 11:34AM

Because yours is my favorite duh

You don’t have to of course

There’s a compromise, isn’t there?

His favorite?

Does he chat with other people as well? Do others send him pictures of their body too? Does he send them pictures too?

That alone brings a scowl to your face but you quickly realize that, yes, he can do what he wants.

You get up on your knees and stretch your arm out behind you. Phone upside down. Hit record. Spank your ass. Catch the watch it recoils on camera.

Repeat.

Make him never want anyone else again.

You | 11:35AM

🙄.

just shut up

(You sent a video.)

@archurback4me | 11:35AM

Holy shit I need you

I need you so bad

Ahhhh you’re driving me fucking crazy

You | 11:36AM

you could have me

@archurback4me | 11:36AM

I’m so serious I’ll come one of these weeks and I’m not even joking

You | 11:36AM

i wish you would

@archurback4me | 11:38AM

I will

Give me a date I’ll write it down

You | 11:38AM

you’re coming to stay for a few days, right?

i have plenty of room in my bed for you

@archurback4me | 11:39AM

Hmm

Was hoping you’d say that

One night with you would never be enough for me

You | 11:40AM

hehe

exactly 3 weeks from now

the entire week

what do you say?

@archurback4me | 11:42AM

Never noted something faster

I have a dog though

So I was thinking it’d be easier for you to come to me

You | 11:43AM

i don’t mind you bringing your dog

luv dogs

but don’t think i forgot about what i was gonna get in return for sending you my ass

@archurback4me | 11:44AM

Jeez

He doesn’t reply for quite some time. The typing bubble doesn’t pop up either.

But after several minutes a new tweet pops up on your feed.

He didn’t caption it. Just a video that starts with his abs. You watch as his fingers trail down his stomach and tug his underwear down, revealing his squiggly inked skin.

And there it is, ‘@bratgaIore’ written across his pelvis in black marker.

He spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around his shaft, stroking his rock hard dick at a perfect pace. The sound has been turned off and you really wish it wasn’t but then again, you don’t want anyone else hearing him.

Want him sounding pretty for you. Just for you.

You’ve clearly been staring at the video for too long because you get a new message.

@archurback4me | 11:54AM

Happy?

You | 11:56AM

holy shit

you actually did it

@archurback4me | 11:57AM

Of course I did

I don’t play when it comes to that ass of yours

You | 11:58AM

hm

now im rlly horny

@archurback4me | 11:58AM

Aren’t you always

You | 11:58AM

thanks to you

i hate you

@archurback4me | 11:59AM

That’s fine

The feeling’s mutual anyway

Gonna enjoy the way you fall apart under me when I fuck you

Fuck you until you’re stupid

You | 12:03PM

a dream come true

:p

guess what

@archurback4me | 12:04PM

Hm?

You | 12:06PM

(You sent a photo.)

The photo is a picture of your soaking wet pussy with his username written on your pelvis in black marker, too.

@archurback4me | 12:08PM

What the fuck

You’re trying to fucking kill me angel

I need to insert my tongue immediately

You | 12:09PM

here come the harvard graduates

insert is crazy

@archurback4me | 12:10PM

You drive me crazy

Pussy got me acting all formal and shit LMAOO

Got me wanting to wear a bib and say Itadakimasu😋 when I dive in

Fuck

Want you on my face so fucking bad

Spank you while you ride my face

Don’t think I’ve ever seen something so pretty

Think my mind will change when I see your face though

You | 12:11PM

LMAOOOO not itadakimasu😭😭😭

hmm

you like it?

@archurback4me | 12:12PM

Are you insane

I keep going back to it

You should write my username when we meet so I can see it when I take your clothes off

Know that your pussy belongs to me

You | 12:12PM

if you do it too

@archurback4me | 12:13PM

Deal

You | 12:13PM

hehe

😋.

btw

@archurback4me | 12:14PM

Hm?

You | 12:14PM

are you clean

@archurback4me | 12:15PM

What?

You | 12:16PM

like

are you clean

for raw sex

@archurback4me | 12:16PM

Oh

Yeah I am

I’ll send you my results when I’m home

You | 12:16PM

you don’t have to do that i believe you

i’m clean too

where are you rn?

@archurback4me | 12:16PM

Just left to meet a friend

You | 12:17PM

oh

you’re not texting and driving right

@archurback4me | 12:18PM

Of course not, babe.

How am I supposed to meet my dumb girl when I’m dead?

I’m going by foot

Babe.

My dumb girl.

This is dangerous territory.

You | 12:19PM

hm

just like how i want to be the death of you as i tease you while ur in public

@archurback4me | 12:19PM

Don’t

I’m warning you

I don’t wanna meet my friends with a raging boner

I just got rid of one

You | 12:20PM

ur so easy lol

@archurback4me | 12:22PM

Just you wait you little brat

Gonna leave you so fucking sore when I’m done with you

No breaks

Fuck you the whole week long

You | 12:23PM

hmm

gonna fuck me like you hate me?

@archurback4me | 12:24PM

I do hate you

A lot

Dumb girl

Don’t think that’s gonna change when I see you in real life

Might get even more pissed off when I see your bratty mug actually

I just know your face is so fucking bratty

You | 12:25PM

you’d be obsessed with me

i’m really pretty

@archurback4me | 12:26PM

Lmao yeah I probably will be

I’m sure you are

Gonna defile your pretty face when I cum all over it you stupid brat

But my friend’s here

I’ll ttyl princess

You | 12:27PM

can’t wait

bye daddy

@archurback4me | 12:27PM

Hell nahhhhh

Don’t call me that

You | 12:30PM

ok then bye mr. fuck-you-everyday-of-the-week

@archurback4me | 12:30PM

And will

Night after night

You | 12:30PM

go already

byeeeee

@archurback4me | 12:32PM

Bye princess

You go about your day like you usually would and later that night, he ends up sending you his results anyway. You were already asleep by then, though.

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[whyisaravenlike-awritingdesk]

Okay on the one hand, I am SO GLAD I caught up with this at last! I am obsessed! But on the other……….

You have destroyed me. I may never recover. He’s going to get her back right tell me he’s going to get her back

Falling For Your Fools Gold: Chapter 12

A/N: 'Morning' won my little poll, so here we are! I guess all I can really say is sorry in advance? But also, this is me we're talking about. Y'all knew there was going to be angst ;) Only a few chapters of this fic to go! Hope everyone enjoys :)

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The ringing hasn’t stopped in Nesta’s ears since she first laid eyes on that ship on the horizon. It's a constant buzzing gnawing and burrowing into her mind, an endless loop that leaves her feeling almost lightheaded. She tries to tune into the voices around her, tries to concentrate on Cassian's presence beside her, on Baz and Cormac's faces across the table, but their expressions seem to swim in and out of focus as they frown down at the map before them.

And that damned ringing.

It echoes in time with the pounding of Nesta's heart between her ribs, with every breath she tries to heave into her lungs. She squeezes her eyes shut and swallows hard, desperately grasping for all the mind-stilling trainings, but it all suddenly feels futile. Every breath in to let go just has the vines curling tighter around her already fraying nerves, thorns breaking the skin.

“We cut back west and we might be able to lose them,” Cassian's voice bleeds through the fog. “A ship that size won't have speed on its side the way we do.”

“What?” Nesta forces out, Cassian’s words slowly registering.

“Here,” Cassian continues as if she hadn't spoken, pointing down toward the map. “We know these reefs. We can maneuver through them expertly. It might allow us to put enough distance that—”

“You cannot be serious,” Nesta cuts in.

A muscle in Cassian’s jaw ticks, but still, he doesn’t even look at her. “You have your orders. Go.”

“Aye, Captain,” Baz and Cormac echo in unison. Only the first mate's gaze darts briefly to Nesta, but then both crew members are turning on their heels and leaving the great cabin.

The echo of the door closing behind them does nothing to shatter the suffocating silence of the room. It presses in from all sides, prickling along Nesta’s skin and digging in like nails. She expects Cassian to finally look at her, for them to finally talk about this, but he merely strides across the room toward the captain’s cabin.

Nesta feels untethered, feels like a rowboat left out in the swells of a raging sea. Gone at least is that ringing, that heavy cloud weighing her down and leaving her paralyzed. In its stead is confusion and… anger. It blazes red hot through her veins, and Nesta grabs hold of it with both hands, the burn a welcome relief after this reeling morning. Anger she can work with.

“Cassian,” Nesta clips, storming after him into the captain’s cabin. She watches as he steps over to the desk, grabbing a piece of parchment and scribbling across it. “What are you doing?”

“I know we won’t have time to make port, but maybe there will still be a way to get word to my brothers, and—”

“You know that’s not what I meant. Why are you running?”

Cassian pauses what he was doing, standing to his full height and finally turning to face her. “What?”

“You heard me,” Nesta snaps, stepping closer into his space and scowling up at him. “You’re meant to be the Lord of Bloodshed, this feared pirate captain, and you’re running?”

“And what would you have me do instead?”

“You can fight them.”

Cassian lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You’d have me fight the Royal Navy? With their arsenal, they’d sink us in minutes. We’d all end up on the seafloor.”

“Better than running away like a coward.”

“I will not risk you.”

He says the words with such conviction, such fire flaring beneath them, and yet Nesta doesn’t miss the slight tremble to his voice. Pain splinters and fissures in his eyes, dimming the brightness of those golds and greens, that gaze seeming to plead with her to understand. The sight of Cassian so anguished, so… afraid, is a sight Nesta never thought she’d see. She feels it like a crack echoing deep between her ribs, gaping wounds left behind by the claws. She has to swallow hard around the lump threatening to form in her throat, her lungs squeezing almost as tightly as her heart.

Nesta steps closer and closes that small remaining space between them. She reaches a hand up, cupping Cassian’s cheek and sliding her thumb soothingly across his skin. Cassian’s eyes flutter closed at her touch, his whole body seeming to shudder with a soft sigh, as he leans into her palm.

“I know,” Nesta tells him, keeping her voice quiet. Suddenly, this moment feels precarious, it feels precious. “I know that I’m safe with you.”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Cassian promises, his own hand coming up and fingers curling around Nesta’s wrist. He leans forward until their foreheads are pressed together. “Whatever that means, I’m going to do it.”

“How do pirates get married?”

Cassian’s eyebrows pinch at the question, at the sudden change of topic, but his thumb continues to skitter across Nesta’s pulse. “Most do it the traditional way, a priestess when they make port. But some get married at sea too. A captain has the power to marry them.”

Nesta frowns at that, her eyes falling closed for a moment. She tries not to let disappointment swallow her whole, but it’s easier said than done. They’re nowhere near a port city for a priestess, and Cassian is the captain. She’s quite sure he can’t marry himself. Cassian squeezes her wrist gently, and Nesta blinks her eyes open, meeting his gaze once again. Those hazel eyes are burning now, swimming with such emotion that Nesta’s breath hitches, her heart twisting in her chest.

“You have my heart, Nesta Archeron. And you always will.”

Cassian seals their lips together and kisses her, and Nesta hates how much it feels like a goodbye.

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The mood on the ship is anxious and sour over the next few days. Every member of the crew is on edge, going through the motions of their daily task in tense silence. Even Gwyn, Emerie, and Cresseida don’t have much to offer or say, not that Nesta minds. She spends every day standing along the railing, her eyes glued to the horizon and the ship chasing them down. She can’t take her eyes off it, can’t stop tracking the shrinking distance between them.

She stands there and stares until she physically can’t anymore, until the sun vanishes from the sky, cloaking the waves and that Royal Navy ship in darkness. When the stars twinkle to life overhead and the only sound is the soft slosh of water along the hull, Nesta can almost pretend that it’s only Cassian’s ship out here in the waters. She can almost pretend that fate isn’t hissing and nipping at her heels, claws sinking into her skin and ready to pull her under with each day that passes.

“Nes,” Cassian’s voice comes from her right, the backs of his fingers sliding gently down her cheek. “Come to bed.”

“This is my fault,” Nesta whispers, not taking her eyes off the inky waves. “I should have known I could never really escape my life from before. It was always going to return to drag me back to Adriata.”

“We don’t know for sure if that’s why we’ve caught their attention.”

It’s a lie, and they both know it.

They both know the coin and the time required for the Royal Navy to give chase at sea, both know that no one wants to pay that price when it comes to some lowly pirates. Even the Crown would rather just take away the safe haven port cities and round up when they can on land. It means that someone else is the benefactor. Someone with influence. Someone with wealth. Someone like a well off merchant whose eldest daughter has been missing.

With a soft sigh, Nesta finally turns away from the water and toward Cassian properly. His hand shifts to cradle her jaw, thumb tracing lines across her cheekbone.

“Come to bed,” Cassian repeats softly.

Nesta nods and allows Cassian to pull her away from the railing. She allows him to lead them both below deck and into the captain’s cabin. She allows him to coax her beneath the blankets and into his arms. Even though she knows she won’t be getting any sleep. Though she knows that once the sun rises again, it will just be more waiting. Waiting for everything to come crashing down around her. Waiting for the inevitable.

It takes only two more days before all the waiting finally comes to an end.

It’s the afternoon when Nesta steps onto the deck and realizes that the Royal Navy ship is closer than it’s ever been. Her steps stutter to a halt at the sight, stopping suddenly enough that Cassian practically runs into her, his hands settling on her hips to steady them both. Nesta barely notices, her eyes firmly glued on those looming sails, on the flag still waving proudly above the mast. Her breath stutters from her chest, her throat closing up so tightly that it hurts to squeeze air in.

“They’ll be on us in an hour,” Baz explains, stepping over to them. “If that.”

Nesta sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to keep it from trembling. Her eyes sweep across the deck until she locates her friends, her Valkyries. She’s quick to walk over to them, Gwyn pulling her into a full body hug as soon as she’s within reach.

“I’m so sorry,” Nesta tells them, trying and failing to keep the emotion from her voice.

“Don’t you dare apologize, Nesta Archeron,” Emerie demands, but Nesta doesn’t miss the misty quality to her brown eyes. “No regrets for me, so there shouldn’t be any for you either.”

Nesta lets out a wet laugh, but she pulls Emerie into a hug. She hugs Cresseida next before finally stepping back, offering one last, sad smile to her friends. Cassian’s fingers curl around her own, wordlessly tugging her away and toward the steps that lead below deck. Nesta clings to his hand like a lifeline, trying to leech any of Cassian’s warmth that she can to fight off the icy dread crystallizing in her veins.

When they step inside the captain’s cabin, Cassian turns to face Nesta properly, both his hands coming up to frame her face. Nesta wishes she could wipe the mournful expression off his face. Wishes she could erase the dark circles clinging to his skin. Wishes she could make those hazel eyes spark again, make that cocksure smirk she loves to hate tug up his lips.

“Nesta…”

“Don’t.”

She doesn’t want to hear his confessions, and she certainly doesn’t want to hear his goodbyes. She doesn’t want final declarations, some dying promise of finding one another in the next life. Because she refuses to accept that this is truly it. All she cares about is staying right here, on this ship, in this moment.

“I should be up there with the rest of you,” Nesta tells him.

The comment pulls a soft albeit sad chuckle from him. “With your fighting skills, you’d certainly give all those soldiers a run for their money, but—”

“I know.”

They're here for her after all. Here to rescue her from the pirates who plucked her straight from her father's ship all those weeks ago. A lifetime ago. The best thing she can do for everyone is at least play the part. It will be their best bargaining chip in this whole mess.

Cassian leans forward, pressing a kiss to Nesta’s forehead. His lips linger there for a moment longer, and Nesta lets out a shaky breath, her eyes fluttering closed at the contact. Her heart twists and squeezes between her ribs, dark vines wrapping too tight around her chest. She can feel the heat of tears prickling at the back of her eyes, but she refuses to give in, to let them fall.

Cassian finally pulls away, turning to leave. “Lock the door behind me.”

The sound of the door closing behind him echoes in the cabin like a death knell. Nesta lets out a shaky breath and squeezes her eyes shut tightly. She prays that when she opens them again, this will all have been some nightmare, that she’ll wake up to Cassian’s arms secure around her waist and he’ll softly murmur for her to go back to sleep, but when her eyes flash open, she’s still standing alone in the middle of the cabin.

One last deep breath to steady herself and Nesta walks over to the door, turning the lock and tossing the key aside. She steps over to the wardrobe next, yanking open the doors and rooting around in the back until she finds what she’s looking for. She tugs the garment out, holding it up and eying it. The dress she wore on that very first day.

Nesta pulls the current blouse and pants she’s wearing off, shoving them away back in the wardrobe. Instinctively, her fingers reach for a shift, but for a moment, she pauses, considers. She knows what’s coming for her, and whichever outcome ultimately wins out, no one would know either way. With a determined nod, Nesta grabs one of Cassian’s shirts instead, pulling it over her head. She tugs her dress on over top, and though it is a bit of an awkward fit, especially around the arms, it is at least a balm to soothe some of her jittery nerve endings.

And Nesta will take any peace she can find no matter how small right now, as she settles in to do nothing but go back to waiting.

And waiting.

And waiting.

When the first shouts, the first sounds of metal against metal, reach her, it shakes Nesta down to her core. She tries to listen closely, tries to differentiate the voices, to determine which member of the crew each sound might be, but when the first pained cry prickles her ears, she just feels sick to her stomach. Her gut twists and roils in time with the waves beneath her feet, bile rising in her throat. She tries to swallow it down, tries to push down the lump lodged firmly against her windpipe, but her whole chest feels too tight.

She hates this.

She hates that she’s the reason the Royal Navy is descending upon them. She hates that she’s here, locked away in this cabin, rather than up on the deck fighting and helping. She hates that this crew that has become her friends, her family, could be seriously hurt or worse because of her. She hates it all, and she prays to the Mother that it will all be over quickly.

“This way!” a voice calls out just outside the door.

The door handle jingles, and Nesta holds her breath, not daring to take her eyes off of it. Her hand moves to her hip out of instinct before her mind catches up with her. No sword this time.

“It’s locked, sir,” that same voice continues.

Nesta waits for them to bust open the door, tries to school her expression into the appropriate response they’ll be expecting, to calm her heart pounding between her ribs. She’s holding her body so tense that she really does jump when, surprisingly, someone knocks.

“Nesta? Are you in there? You’re safe now. Open the door.”

Nesta’s heart stutters to a painful, jolting stop. For a moment, that ringing in her ears returns, needling and burrowing into her mind until her jaw slackens. It couldn’t be…

Slowly, Nesta steps forward. She grabs the discarded key and slides into the lock, twisting and then pulling the door open. It’s with baited breath that she finally takes in the sight waiting for her on the other side. The golden buttons of his naval coat are clasped cleanly in a line down the white fabric, his hat sitting neatly atop his head of brown hair. Not a single part of him is unkempt or out of place, as if he hadn’t deemed to participate in the skirmish on the deck, too above such a thing.

“Tomas…”

“Nesta, I’m so glad that you’re safe,” Tomas tells her. He offers her a smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes, as cold and cruel as Nesta remembers it being. “Don’t worry. These pirates will never lay a finger on you again, and they will pay for their crimes, thinking they can kidnap a Commodore’s wi—”

“Commodore?”

Tomas frowns at being interrupted, his eyes flashing before he recovers. “That’s right. You do not yet know the good news. I’ve been promoted to Commodore. Your father was quite pleased when I informed him too. I went to visit him, you see, to ask for your hand.”

“My hand…” Nesta chokes out, her mind reeling as she tries to keep up with this conversation.

“He, of course, said yes. What a match, after all. Commodore and his eldest daughter. We were going to tell you when you arrived back in Adriata. Before these disgusting pirates raided your father’s ship and took you.”

“I don’t know what to say.”

It's not a lie. Nesta's still trying to wrap her mind around Tomas being here, standing in front of her, that she hasn't even begun to process the fact her father has all but given her away to this man without even asking her. Tomas with his cold eyes, with his cruel smiles, with his pawing and greedy hands away from everyone at parties. Of course, her father doesn't see the type of man he is. All he sees is the status and gold possibilities of being the Commodore's father-in-law.

“Come. Let’s get you onto my ship,” Tomas continues, holding his hand out expectantly. “Then we can finally send these criminals where they belong: the bottom of the sea.”

“No!” Nesta shouts before she can stop herself.

Tomas’ hand drops back down to his side, tilting his head slightly, a crease beginning to form between his eyebrows. Nesta swallows hard and prays her face doesn’t give her away, doesn’t reveal the true depths of the emotions raging a storm beneath her skin. She tries to draw on everything her mother taught her, everything her grandmother beat into her, everything Tomas expects her to be.

She tries to slip back into that role, that mask she donned when she was in Adriata. With a deep breath in and out, that final piece slides back into place. She clasps her hands neatly in front of her, tilting her chin down and peering up at Tomas through her eyelashes. A lady. Demure. Submissive.

“Please,” Nesta whispers, keeping her voice sweet. “Please spare them.”

“Nesta, these are pirates,” Tomas reminds her, speaking to her as if she’s a child. Despite the way his tone has her bristling, she ensures it doesn’t show. “They’re criminals. They kidnapped you.”

“I know, and you saved me,” Nesta assures him, reaching her hand up and sliding it sensually down Tomas’ arm. “But I have seen so much blood, more than any lady should, and I cannot handle seeing anymore spilled. My heart simply can’t take it.”

When Nesta’s fingers reach Tomas’ wrist, she curls them around it. She brings Tomas’ hand up and places it on her chest. She keeps her face soft, pleading, a lady appealing for her poor, womanly sensibilities, her heart. She doesn’t miss the way Tomas’ gaze drops to her breasts and where his hand is settled on the swell of them. Doesn’t miss the way his gaze darkens just slightly, his fingers flexing that smallest bit. Just the reaction she knew she would draw out with the gesture.

“Think of it as a wedding gift,” Nesta continues, her free hand reaching up between them to slide along Tomas’ temple, his cheek. “To spare your new bride such death.”

Tomas catches her hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. “I could never subject my sweet wife to such sights.”

“Thank you. You’re a good man, Tomas.”

The words are sour on her tongue, but she forces them out anyways. At least the crew will be safe now. That’s what she keeps having to remind herself of, that it’s better this way. Even as her chest feels ripped open, heart bloodied and bruised. Even as icy claws slink through her veins and leave her limbs feeling weighed down like lead. Even as that beast deep within her soul thrashes against its cage in protest, her mind screaming to fight back.

Tomas holds his hand out expectantly again, and this time, Nesta allows him to take her own. He tugs her out of the captain’s cabin and tucks her hand into the crook of his elbow. It’s a movement that’s so familiar, but it’s all wrong. Everything is just wrong.

Tomas leads them up the stairs and back into the sun, Nesta’s eyes sweeping across the deck as they walk. She spots Bram sprawled unconscious against the wood, blood trickling down his face from some sort of head wound, Wiley beside him and eying his crewmate with barely concealed concern.

She spies Cormac next, hands tied behind his back and cloth tied over his mouth. His eyes are narrowed and clearly promise murder as they track Nesta, but the ire is not directed at her. Suddenly, Cormac jumps to his feet, making as if he plans to run to her, but one of the naval officers slams a knee into his gut, sending Cormac tumbling back down.

Nesta winces and looks away, scanning the other half of the deck. She sees Gwyn, Emerie, and Cresseida staring down the swords keeping them where they are, all three sitting with their backs pressed together. Emerie has a nasty cut across her arm and Gwyn has a bruise blooming on her temple, but at least they all appear to be in one piece.

Baz is pinned face down against the deck, a pistol poised at the back of his skull and keeping him in place, but even from where she’s standing, Nesta can see his hands are clenched into fists, can see the way his knuckles are split and bruised. The first mate clearly went down swinging.

But there’s no sign of a familiar head of dark hair, of hazel eyes. Nesta worries at her bottom lip and tries to subtly glance around again. She swears she must have merely missed him, but she still doesn't see Cassian anywhere up on the deck. They must have forced him below deck to show the officers where the gold is being kept. Was being kept. Nesta is sure her father will be disappointed to learn his gold is long gone.

Nesta wonders if she can stall Tomas, if she can wait it out just a little while longer until Cassian is brought back above deck. Just so she can see him one last time. She tries to slow her steps to do just that, but Tomas merely shifts his arm so he can settle his hand at the small of her back and push her along.

Wooden planks are laid across the two ships to act as a bridge, Tomas helping Nesta to step up and across. It takes everything within Nesta to hold herself together as her feet touch down on the Royal Navy ship, every crack and fissure through her chest threatening to shatter her clean open. She steps over to the railing and peers back at the ship she's leaving behind, still praying for one last glimpse at the pirate captain.

“Nesta,” Tomas begins from her right. “I can show you to your cabin for the journey back to Adriata. I'm sure after everything you've been through, you'll want to rest.”

“I need a moment,” Nesta whispers, fingers curling and nails digging in against the wood.

She won't give Tomas the opportunity to trick her out of his promise. Won't let him lock her away below deck while he fires the canons after all. She stays firmly rooted to her spot until he lets out an annoyed huff and finally stalks away, calling for his crew to raise the anchor.

She stays there at the railing until the waves and the distance between the ships grows wide once more, until Cassian and his ship and his crew are nothing more than a dot on the horizon. Only then does Nesta allow Tomas to show her to her cabin, and only when she's safely behind the closed door, when she's finally alone, does Nesta allow herself to cry.

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woman ✾ l.n - viii

❧ you love max, you really do but your little brother has been getting more on your nerves each day as he tries to set you up with one of his friends.

❧ being in love is hard when there's people trying to sabotage it but they aren't aware of the strong bond you and lando have formed over the last few weeks.

❧ lads (gn), I'm so sorry it takes me ages to update this fic pls forgive me :( omce again, spelling mistakes add 🌟 character 🌟 charles' a lil weird and these fans can suck my **** 🥰 verstappen!reader.

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y/nverstappen celebrating iris' 31st the right way ♥️

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irisxo best birfday baby 😘

↳ y/nverstappen ♥️♥️

maxmaxmax my favorite party animals <3

charleslec lmao time to act like adults then?

↳ norry4 life doesn't end after 25 💀

hamilt44n man y'all so pressed about older women living their lives lmfao just say your jealous

verstappenmax my favorite people

mrsnorris am I the only one who thinks her and martin are together?

landitonorris at least she's not in monza bothering lando lol

↳ norstappen not to burst your bubble but max pretty much said he's flying to ibiza with lando after the race 🥰

landitonorris when did he say this?

norstappen in a dutch interview yesterday

landitonorris oh well as long as she stays away from lando 😇

norstappen lmao why, you think you have a chance with him or something?

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versthappenm don't listen to the haters bestie, we still love you ❤️

charlesgirlies 31 and still not settled down, maybe iris should focus on that instead of partying all the time 🤡

↳ carlandooo pretty sad you have to go and talk shit about y/n AND her friends just because she talks to charles, you're the clown here 🤡

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You're in Monaco again?

y/nverstappen

Yes

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hanging out with Max?

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Yes

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And lando? 😉

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You think I don't know what you did?

what do you want from me charles?

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alright, I'm sorry..can we talk?

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nah don't think that's necessary

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Knock You Down: IV

Photo credit to @thebluemage. Edit mine.

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down. Finally! Date Number Threeeeee!

This is a follow up to Part III

Word count: 3.5 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This is the final part! (For now) I think that this is one that I will definitely write in answer to asks. I just love these two so so much! Thank all of you for rocking with me on this one. This was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. SMUT!!!! The end of the Slow burn, now it's burning very fast 😅. Cursing, flirting, jealousy, apologies, Bucky cooking (a warning!), kissing, dry humping, dirty talk in both English and Romanian, voice kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), protected sex (yay Bucky!) And these two are so fucking fluffy. I'm scared, y'all. I want it to be good enough for the build up.

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As soon as he entered the Brownsville Arts and Culture Center, James Bucky Barnes was hot. Blood was rushing to his ears and he needed a drink. He wasn’t sick; his symptoms were all due to you.

The black dress that adorned your body contained all of his hopes and dreams, but you seemed to be flirting with another man, twirling for him and then giving him a hug. To add insult to injury, you had the nerve to laugh and smile with the punk. 

You in that black dress was everything in the world that Bucky could want, except maybe you out of that black dress. As his eyes traced down your form, he noticed the 5 inch red bottoms that you had on. Yes. You, out of that dress with just the red bottoms. That was what he needed in his life.

But first, he had to take care of that other man.

—-

“Benson’s work emphasizes the subjects’ spiritual essence over their physical appearance, don’t you think?”

You turned around at the sound of the deep baritone. 

“Well hello, Mr. Rogers. How are you today? Delivering an art analysis given to you by AI? Oh. I forgot. You are an ‘art dealer.’ An art dealer who goes to Soul Cycle in Brownsville all of a sudden?”

Steve clutched his heart.

“Ah. I’m hurt, Y/N. I thought we were cool. But I guess I deserved the air quotes.  I do actually love art. I took some art classes when I was a kid and I still love to sketch.”

“Hmmmph. Okay. I’ll give you that. But how is it that you popped up in my Soul Cycle class? Don’t play me, Steven.”

Steve raised his eyebrow at you and grinned. He understood why Buckiy was so drawn to you. Not only were you gorgeous, you were a spitfire. That was hot.

“I would never try to play you, Y/N. I also actually love Soul Cycle. Used to teach a class in Park Slope.”

“I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover, can you?”

Steve’s eyes slid over you appraisingly.

“Speaking of. You look very, very nice today.”

You twirled for him, feeling as safe as you would your brother.

“Nice. Okay, listen. I’m sorry about the other day. I was just trying to protect my friend. And you.”

Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ve never seen Bucky like this. He’s never been this smitten with someone before and let them into his life. But I get it now.”

Steve’s blue eyes were almost as beautiful as Bucky’s.

“Bucky is my family. Since we were kids. He’s always taken care of me. And I will do anything for him.”

He raised his eyebrow at you.

“I can see now that means that I will do anything for you, because I have a feeling that you’re gonna be around a lot. So do you forgive me?”

You considered Steve. He was not too different from his best friend, and you couldn’t hold a grudge. Not after Bucky laid it all out to you last night You opened your arms.

“Let’s hug it out.”

Steve chuckled and gathered you into his warm embrace. You pulled back and giggled, grinning at him.

“So what makes you think I’m gonna be hanging around?”

“Well, judging from the look on Bucky’s face, he’s serious about you.”

Steve nodded behind you, toward the door. You looked that way and saw James Bucky Barnes headed straight for you. 

And he didn’t look happy.

—--

“Good morning, Frumoasă. You look stunning today. The exhibit is amazing, the space looks great and it seems that the right people are in the building.”

Bucky came up and placed his hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you, ignoring Steve. His blue eyes were storm clouds at the moment, and his touch was electric.

“Thank you, James. You’re so observant, I appreciate that. And you look very handsome today.”

You looked him up and down and bit your lip, meeting his gaze and the way he kept eye contact as he inclined his head in response. 

Bucky was attractive as hell in his black on black shirt, blazer and slacks. You noticed that his collar was unbuttoned; the medallion hanging on his chest made you want to take it between your teeth. You stared at it for a moment, imagining such a scenario where that could happen and then met his eyes again, prompting desire to roll through you as Bucky licked his lips. He was right there with you.

You smiled at him in a way that you didn’t smile at Steve. Who was Steve Rogers, anyway? You could hardly remember meeting him as your mind went to the feel of being in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

You sensed an air of proprietariness as Bucky took your hand and kissed it, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Possessive Bucky Barnes felt like a sin you wanted to indulge in. You cleared your throat and looked at Steve, as if surprised to find him still standing there, watching the show.

“Well, I see some board members over there, I’m going to go do my job. Talk to you later, boys.”

You walked away and gave them a wink over your shoulder, and you caught both of them looking at your ass. You shook your head and chuckled as you went on your way.

“You trying to steal my girl?”

Everyone stopped when Steve laughed, his deep boom a distraction. Bucky still wasn’t amused.

“Oh. So you’re in love.”

“What?”

“You’ve never worried about me taking your leftovers or vice versa before. Hell, we’ve even shared–”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

Bucky snapped at Steve who put his hands up.

“Whoa, there. Just yanking your chain, buddy; I know she’s special. I wouldn’t dream of making a move on her. Not that she knows I’m alive. When you walked up, I thought I was going to have to take off my jacket so you two could fuck on the floor.”

Bucky was barely listening to Steve as his eyes followed you around the room. One thing Steve said was echoing in his mind: “So you’re in love.”

—-

You floated through the rest of the day on a cloud. The exhibit was a smashing success with the 

Board of Directors in attendance. Securing Howard Benson’s penultimate work from Rebirth was the feather in your cap. 

And you had Bucky to thank for it.

Bucky’s visit was also a hit; he and Steve charmed the board members with the help of Sam and Nat, who arrived later. They all made amends for what occurred that week and you were left very impressed with James Barnes.

After a couple of hours at the event, Bucky came over to let you know he was leaving.

“I will see you later, Frumoasă. I have much to prepare for tonight. Nico will pick you up at 7:30.”

“See you soon, James.”

He kissed your hand again.

“See you soon, Y/N.”

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“It is actually insanely attractive how you handled yourself in the kitchen.”

You were seated with Bucky on his couch in his living room, looking over the New York skyline from his Brooklyn penthouse. The dessert had been delicious and the wine in your hand was spectacular. 

“I was sure you’d order something in and just play it off. But I watched you create a meal in front of me, and I should have known that if you said you were going to cook, that you would do just that.”

Bucky’s heart beat double time at what you were saying. He wanted so much for tonight, but most of all, he wanted it to flow naturally. He saw that you were relaxed and open to him, which pleased him immensely.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Frumoasă. I enjoy cooking for my friends and family. Cooking for a beautiful woman is a treat.”

Bucky’s eyes slid over your form. You had changed to jeans and a color block sweater that just put your cleavage out there for the world, which was Bucky Barnes, to see. You also wore the same red bottoms from that day, and Bucky was beginning to think he had a foot fetish as you took them off at his entryway.

You took a sip of wine.

“How often do you do that? Cook for a woman?”

You barely hid your curiosity.

Bucky smiled and drained his glass, reaching over to refill it.

“Not as often as you’d think. Never had any other woman over here. Food is not usually the top priority with them.”

You pouted, which was so cute. Your spark of jealousy inspired Bucky.

“But I don’t want to talk about anyone else. Tonight is about me and you.”

Any uncertainty that arose was quelled by his assertion. You grew warm, so you finished your wine and rose to go to the window. 

“This is the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen.”

“Absolutely agree.”

You looked behind you and Bucky was still sitting on the couch, hands spread out on the back of it, checking you out. You gave him one of your adorable smiles and he came to stand behind you, and took you in his arms. 

“I want you to know that you deserve everything, Y/N. To be cheered on and protected every day. And thoroughly ruined every night.”

You turned around and his hands went to your hips. It was the perfect moment.

“James?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

Bucky’s eyes dilated, and he moved his hand to your cheek. He licked his lips as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Ah, Frumoasă. I thought you’d never ask.”

His first movement was a subtle brush of your lips. He pulled back to assess the situation, and you didn’t know why, but that made your nipples tighten into stiff peaks. You gasped as Bucky watched you hungrily. 

The air seemed to change around you, and you shivered. He lowered his head so his lips could meet yours again, and this time his mouth was gentle but demanding. You gasped at the spike of electricity that flared between you and Bucky took the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth, scorching your lips and soul. With a low groan, he shifted your angle, bending you backward a little to kiss you deeper and ripping a moan from you as you melted against him. 

Good lord, could the man kiss. 

At that point, he was holding you up, one hand on your hip and one hand on the back of your head as you molded yourself against him. Bucky’s fingers dug into you, sure to leave bruises the next day. You relished the thought as you moaned into his mouth again, giving him the opportunity to continue destroying your soul. 

Bucky dragged his lips from yours reluctantly and stared at you, eyes almost black with desire. He brought his thumb up and wiped the moisture from your bottom lip. Motivated, you captured his digit, drawing it into the hot wetness of your mouth. He stared at you, mouth open, as you looked him straight in the eye and started sucking.

Bucky moaned as he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, and walked you back to the couch. He extracted his finger, watching the show your lips put on as he pulled it out, leaving them in a delectable pout. 

“More,” Bucky demanded as he crouched down and took your head in both hands as he kissed you again. 

His hands wound up in your hair, tugging gently, then on your back, then your ass as you arched your back to fill his palms. Bucky picked you up, then deposited you on his lap as he sat down on the couch, and you felt how aroused he was. His thick length was where you needed him most.

“Fuck! That feels good.”

Bucky was watching you grind on him like it was the best show on earth. Then he looked up at you.

“Yes, yes it does.”

He leaned forward and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, a preview of how rough he wanted to be with you. Then, he went in for another kiss. That continued for a good five minutes until he pulled away to stare at your swollen lips, and down to your cleavage, which was practically in his face.

When his eyes met yours, you were entranced.

“You good? You want this to happen?”

You nodded and took his hands in yours, guiding them up to your breasts, squeezing yourself with his hands. You rolled your hips, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Like you said, James. More.”

You continued to grind on him, causing him to just gape at your body moving on his.

“I’ve dreamed of this so many times…”

“Yes? Tell me about your dreams, Baby.”

His hands moved to find your nipples through the lace of your bra and the wool of your sweater. He found them in no time, and pinched them lightly, then more roughly when you moaned.

“Mmmmnnnn. So fucking hot.”

Bucky kissed you again and then pulled away as he stared you down and tortured you. 

“I dream about marking you up,” he kissed your neck under your chin, “to your clavicle,” a kiss there, “and all over this beautiful flesh until I get to your nipples.” 

He looked at you for any signs of discomfort as he slipped his hands under your sweater to find the thin lace there. He found your hard peaks again and started rolling them both in his fingers.

“Then I want to kiss and suck them until you come in my arms.”

“Holy god, Jamie….”

Bucky’s eyes rolled at the second pet name you called him and continued.

“Wake up so fucking hard every morning since I met you. Then, I daydream about how wet and tight you will be after I made you cum, and how good it would feel to… to give you my cock. Do y’like that idea, Frumoasă?”

“Y-yesssss!”

“O să te fac să vii pe penisul meu iar și iar, Frumoasă.”

You almost came right then.

“D-don’t know what you said, but yes to whatever you just suggested.”

Bucky pulled you to him, and then chuckled into your ear.

“It means that I want to make you cum over and over again on my cock.”

You were already making a mess in your jeans, but you knew he could feel you soaking them at the moment.

“Please. Give it to me?”

Bucky groaned and kissed you again, this time encircling your waist in his grip and pressing you down on his bulge. 

“You know I can’t deny you anything. Are you certain?”

“Yes, James. Please…”

He lifted you easily, kissing you as he walked you down the hall to his bedroom, depositing you on his bed. 

“Y’look so fucking good.”

He crawled toward you on the bed and settled between your thighs as you hitched your leg over his. You pressed your core against his bulge and it had you muttering.

“Too many clothes.”

Bucky leaned up and you were fumbling with his button and he with yours. You looked up and laughed. 

“Maybe faster the other way.”

“Agreed.”

You two made quick work of your own garments, flinging them around the room between frenzied kisses. The way your eyes widened when Bucky got naked made his chest swell. He wanted you to always look at him like that.

“Wow…,” you said as your eyes roamed his physique.

His cock seemed massive as it slapped him on the abs.

“Wow, indeed,” replied Bucky as he took you in hungrily.

Your white lace underwear looked amazing against your skin and against your cunt it served to make him hungry.

He moved toward you again, kissing up your leg until he got to the edge of your panties and nudged his nose there, making you squirm.

“Smell so good, look so good…”

Bucky kissed at the edge of your underwear,

“I just know you’re gonna taste good too..”

He moved to the center of you, placing a kiss over your lace-covered sodden slit. Then, he looked up at you and smirked before he leaned down and licked you over your panties. 

“Fuck.”

He pulled your panties to the side and gazed at you there. 

Those blue eyes threatened to steal your soul as he gazed at you and confessed, “This is the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen,” and proceeded to lick a rude stripe up the center of you after he tore your panties away.

“Oh my god, James.”

You rolled your hips again and reached down to feel Bucky’s soft hair. He pulled your hips closer and his lips suckled you with more pressure, adding one finger, then two to stretch you out. 

“Gotta get you ready for me, my love.” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned through Bucky thrusting his tongue inside you, then pulling back to focus on your clit.

“I c-can’t.. I–”

“Give me my cum, Frumoasă!”

You locked eyes with him as he buried his face in your cunt and shook against him as you came embarrassingly fast, pulling on his messed up curls.

“So fucking delicious. Taste.”

He took your head in both hands and kissed you deeply, and you responded by sucking your essence off of his tongue. You reached down and started stroking his cock, overjoyed and a little bit scared that your fingers didn’t meet around him as he unclasped your bra.

Bucky whimpered as your thumb came up and stroked his sensitive head, spreading his precum over the wide, mushroom cap.

“You’re so fucking huge, Bucky…”

Bucky pulled you toward him as he reached into his bedside drawer for a condom and a bottle.

“And you’re so wet, Furmoasa. We will make this work. Believe me…”

You continued to stroke and watched him as he brought the wrapper to his teeth and him tearing it open was about the hottest act of sexual protection you’d ever seen. Somehow, your mouth ended up sucking his tip as you watched his eyes roll back into his skull.

“That beautiful mouth…”

Bucky put his hand on your head as you tasted him experimentally, wondering if you’d ever be able to take it all. He seemed to read your mind as he spoke next.

“Don’t worry, I plan on us having a lot of practice with this later, but if you don’t let me put this condom on, I’m gonna cum all over your face, Frumoasă…”

You looked up at him and grinned as his cock jumped in your mouth, but you finally pulled off of him with a pop.

“I need to feel you around me when I cum love. S’all I’ve been dreaming of all week.”

Now his chest was heaving as he rolled the condom on, and he pushed you back onto the bed as his hand went to your core once again. You were even wetter than before and Bucky smiled at you, lining up and kissing you on the forehead as he began to breach your folds.

When he slid inside, your fingernails curled into his shoulders and your eyes grew wide. Bucky stopped, concentrating while his cock pumped, barely inside you.

“There is nothing. In the world. Like being inside your soft, wet, cunt.”

“Fuckkkkk!” 

You became even wetter and he slid fully inside you. There, Bucky waited for you to get adjusted around him.

“So fucking tight. And hot. Just like I knew you would be.”

“More, Jamie!”

Smiling, Bucky started moving and you gripped him as he stroked in and out.

“Please don’t stop. Harder!”

Bucky grabbed the headboard and gave you what you wanted. His other hand pulled your hair and his strokes became more intense.

“Wanted to last longer, but I can’t, Baby. So beautiful. Pussy made for me. Cuming soon, but later… O să te fac să vii pe penisul meu iar și iar, Frumoasă. I never make a promise I can’t keep.”

You orgasm whited out your vision and your throat burned as you screamed. Bucky roared, filling the condom with copious amounts of cum. Your cunt was milking him and he hoped it would hold. He stayed sunk into you as long as he could before he had to get up and rid himself of the prophylactic.

He was only in the en suite for a few minutes as you floated in and out of sleep, lust drunk and exhausted.

Bucky climbed back into bed and got both of you situated under the covers, whispering in your ear.

“Stay tonight.”

“Of course. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

Both of you chuckled, because you knew it was true. Bucky kissed your ear and waited for your breath to even out. When he thought you were asleep, he whispered again.

“I’m going to be a better man for you, Frumoasă.”

“You are exactly who you need to be, James Barnes. Just keep moving forward. Tomorrow is another day to do that.”

After a few more minutes, you spoke again.

“Tomorrow will only be a week that we’ve known each other. Imagine that.” 

Bucky buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Guess I better wait until tomorrow to ask you to marry me.”

You laughed a sleepy laugh.

“You got jokes.”

“You know me, Frumoasă. A professional comedian.”

But somewhere in the dark of Bucky Barnes’ closet, a diamond found some light and sparkled.

——

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scheming heart | jeonghan

Author: bratzkoo Pairing:  CFO! Jeonghan x Cardiologist! reader Genre: fluff, chaos Rating: PG-13 Word count: 7.4k~ Warnings/note: second fic for the new series i'm working on, first fic is offside (seungcheol's chaos) and now, we have jeonghan's part of the chaotic world.

summary: Jeonghan has finally found his match in that stubborn cardiologist not knowing that everything was orchestrated by his scheming grandmother in Suite 520.

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The VIP suite of Seoul National University Hospital looked like a five-star hotel room had aggressively swallowed a medical facility. Amidst the designer furniture and medical equipment that probably cost more than most people's houses, Granny Han was doing what any respectable 75-year-old chaebol matriarch would do at 7 AM – scheming on her secret iPhone while pretending to be asleep.

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Rich_Granny_Han: Operation starts today! New cardiologist incoming! Boo_CEO: OMG YES! Is she pretty? Smart? Ready to handle our dramatic boy? Rich_Granny_Han: Harvard graduate. Young. Scary. Boo_CEO: PERFECT FOR JEONGHAN 😍 Won_NOT_involved: I'm a senior nurse. I don't do matchmaking. Rich_Granny_Han: Sure, dear. BTW I saw you setting up that hidden camera 😘 Won_NOT_involved: ...that's for medical documentation. Nurse_Anna: Babe, we all know you're lying 😂 Won_NOT_involved: I'm turning off my phone. Rich_Granny_Han: No you're not 💅

The door opened, and Granny quickly shoved her phone under her designer hospital blanket (yes, she brought her own, the hospital ones were "peasant fabric").

"Good morning, Halmoni!" Anna breezed in, looking suspiciously cheerful for someone working hospital hours. "Ready for vitals?"

"Anna dear," Granny coughed delicately, a performance worthy of a Best Actress nomination. "Tell me about this new doctor."

"Dr. Y/N," Anna checked the blood pressure monitor while simultaneously texting the group chat behind her back – a skill developed specifically for this job. "Brilliant, scary when caffeine-deprived, and apparently made a chaebol's son cry during her fellowship."

"Perfect!" Granny's eyes gleamed. "Jeonghan needs someone who can handle him. That boy thinks being CFO means Chief Fashion Officer."

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Nurse_Anna: ALERT! Target sighted in parking lot. Three cups of coffee. Dark circles. Optimal chaos conditions! Boo_CEO: On my way with premium bubble tea and emotional support! Won_NOT_involved: Don't you have a company to run? Boo_CEO: Bold of you to assume I do actual work Rich_Granny_Han: Everyone in position! Anna, increase heart monitor sensitivity! Won_NOT_involved: That's against protocol... Rich_Granny_Han: I'll add another zero to your Christmas bonus Won_NOT_involved: ...sensitivity increased.

Dr. Y/N strode down the hallway, white coat pristine despite the early hour. As the attending cardiologist, she'd already reviewed several cases since 6 AM. Her coffee consumption was legendary among the cardiology department – not because she was a fresh graduate (she wasn't), but because dealing with entitled family members required chemical assistance.

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Nurse_Anna: Target acquired! Our cardiologist looks ready to destroy rich people today Boo_CEO: Jeonghan needs that energy in his life tbh Won_NOT_involved: Shouldn't you be checking on your other patients? Nurse_Anna: Babe, this IS patient care. Emotional patient care. Rich_Granny_Han: Wonwoo dear, go check my IV drip Won_NOT_involved: It's perfectly fine... Rich_Granny_Han: That wasn't a suggestion 😊 Won_NOT_involved: ...checking IV drip now.

Y/N entered Suite 520 to find what looked like a carefully orchestrated scene: Granny Han propped up regally against designer pillows, Anna adjusting monitors with suspicious enthusiasm, and Wonwoo dutifully checking IV lines while pretending not to notice Anna's not-so-subtle winks.

"Good morning, Mrs. Han. I'm Dr. Y/N, your attending cardiologist."

"Please, call me Halmoni," Granny's voice was perfectly pitched between frail and commanding. "Everyone does. Even Wonwoo here, and he tries so hard to be professional."

Wonwoo, caught in the crossfire, focused intently on the IV drip.

The morning assessment went smoothly – suspiciously so. Y/N reviewed Granny's cardiac status while fielding questions that seemed oddly personal for a medical consultation: "Are you married, doctor?" "Do you like coffee? My grandson LOVES coffee." "What's your opinion on dramatic men in expensive suits?"

By 2 PM, all hell broke loose.

The suite's door flew open with theatrical force. Wonwoo, who had been checking Granny's vitals, nearly jumped out of his skin – though whether from the noise or Anna's excited squeal was unclear.

Enter Han Jeonghan, looking like he'd walked off a magazine cover. His Armani suit probably cost more than most nurses' monthly salary – a fact Wonwoo noted with an eye-roll so powerful it could have registered on the cardiac monitor.

"Who," Jeonghan demanded, brandishing his phone, "changed my grandmother's medication without consulting the family?"

Y/N, who had spent years dealing with entitled relatives, simply raised an eyebrow. "I did. Because I'm her doctor, and unlike WebMD, I actually went to medical school."

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Nurse_Anna: OMGOMGOMG IT'S HAPPENING Boo_CEO: The TENSION! The DRAMA! Won_NOT_involved: I'm literally just trying to do my job here Rich_Granny_Han: Time for my award-winning performance! Won_NOT_involved: Please don't mess with the monitors again... Rich_Granny_Han: Too late! Nurse_Anna: Babe just enjoy the show Won_NOT_involved: I still have other patients Rich_Granny_Han: Shush, love is happening Won_NOT_involved: That's not how nursing works... Rich_Granny_Han: It is in Suite 520 😘

The cardiac monitor suddenly started beeping. Wonwoo shot Granny a look that clearly said "I know what you did," but professionally checked the readings anyway.

"Oh dear," Granny fluttered a hand over her heart. "All this tension... it's affecting my poor heart..."

Y/N and Jeonghan immediately stopped arguing, their professional and filial instincts kicking in respectively.

"Blood pressure's a bit elevated," Wonwoo reported dutifully, while Anna practically vibrated with excitement beside him.

"Maybe," Y/N suggested dryly, "certain people could be less dramatic during your recovery period."

"Maybe," Jeonghan countered, "certain doctors could be more communicative about medical decisions."

The monitor beeped again.

"Children, please," Granny's voice was weak but somehow carried perfect emotional manipulation. "Wonwoo, be a dear and get me some water? And Anna, I need my pills... the ones in the far cabinet..."

Both nurses recognized a dismissal when they heard one. As they left (Anna practically dragging Wonwoo), their phones buzzed:

Rich_Granny_Han: Mission proceeding perfectly! Phase 1 complete! Nurse_Anna: They're so cute when they're angry! Boo_CEO: OMW with premium drama fuel (coffee)! Won_NOT_involved: Can we please just have one normal patient? Rich_Granny_Han: No ❤️

Left alone with the feuding doctor and CFO, Granny settled in to watch the show. Her "concerned grandmother" facade barely concealing her glee.

"Since you're so invested in your grandmother's care," Y/N's voice dripped with professional sarcasm, "let me explain the medication changes in terms even a CFO can understand."

Jeonghan's perfectly maintained eyebrow twitched. "Please do. Use small words for us non-Harvard graduates."

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Rich_Granny_Han: The sexual tension! I can't breathe! Nurse_Anna: Should I come back with the oxygen? Rich_Granny_Han: No dear, that was metaphorical Won_NOT_involved: Thank god, the paperwork for unnecessary oxygen... Boo_CEO: INCOMING with reinforcements! And bubble tea! Rich_Granny_Han: Perfect timing!

The suite's door burst open again, revealing Seungkwan balancing a tray of expensive bubble tea and wearing a suit that rivaled Jeonghan's.

"Halmoni!" he sang out, then dramatically gasped at the scene before him. "Oh my, am I interrupting something?"

"Perfect timing, Seungkwan-ah," Granny's voice somehow conveyed both frailty and mischief. "Stay and help me understand the doctor's explanation. My old heart would feel better with more family present."

Y/N watched as her simple medical consultation turned into what felt like a business presentation, complete with:

One overdressed CFO pretending to take notes while actually googling medical terms

His equally overdressed best friend providing dramatic gasps as punctuation

Two nurses who kept finding excuses to check the monitors

And a grandmother whose "heart symptoms" seemed suspiciously tied to whenever her grandson and doctor moved closer together

"So," Y/N concluded her explanation, "any questions about the medication changes?"

"Just one," Jeonghan smiled his business smile. "Where did you get your coffee? You seem to run on it as much as I do."

Before Y/N could respond, three things happened simultaneously:

The cardiac monitor beeped enthusiastically

Seungkwan choked on his bubble tea

Anna materialized with a coffee menu from the hospital's premium cafe

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Nurse_Anna: CODE COFFEE! I repeat, CODE COFFEE! Boo_CEO: Their first potential coffee date! I'm crying 😭 Won_NOT_involved: This isn't what medical codes are for... Rich_Granny_Han: Wonwoo, go get me a cardiac reading Won_NOT_involved: Your heart is fine Rich_Granny_Han: Not for my heart, for the drama Won_NOT_involved: sigh

"Oh, speaking of coffee," Granny perked up with suspicious energy for someone supposedly weak, "Jeonghan-ah, that fancy machine you brought me is too complicated. Maybe Dr. Y/N could help you figure it out?"

Y/N looked at the state-of-the-art espresso machine in the corner – probably worth more than her monthly salary. Jeonghan was already moving toward it with the confidence of a man who thought knowing how to make coffee was a personality trait.

"I only drink americanos," Y/N stated firmly.

"What a coincidence," Seungkwan stage-whispered, "that's Jeonghan's favorite too!"

The monitor beeped again.

"That's it," Y/N turned to Wonwoo, "please check the monitor's sensitivity."

"Oh, it's very sensitive," Wonwoo muttered, then quickly added at Granny's sharp look, "I'll... run some tests."

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Rich_Granny_Han: Progress report!

Coffee connection established ✓

Mutual annoyance at peak levels ✓

Jeonghan fixed his hair 3 times ✓

Doctor checked her reflection in the monitor ✓ 

Boo_CEO: THE EXCELLENCE OF THIS PLOT Nurse_Anna: Should I accidentally spill something so they have to move closer? Won_NOT_involved: NO Rich_Granny_Han: Save that for tomorrow dear Won_NOT_involved: Why am I even reading this chat... Nurse_Anna: Because you love me 😘 Won_NOT_involved: Accurate. Always will be accurate. Rich_Granny_Han: Simp

"Dr. Y/N," Granny called out sweetly, "your afternoon must be busy. Why don't you take some coffee with you? Jeonghan makes excellent americanos."

"I'm quite capable of getting my own coffee, thank you," Y/N replied professionally.

"Are you?" Jeonghan smirked, already starting the machine. "Because that hospital cafe americano you're holding looks tragic."

Y/N looked at her cup, then at his perfectly pressed suit, then at her patient charts. Pride warred with caffeine addiction.

Caffeine won.

"Fine. One coffee. Purely for professional courtesy."

"Of course," Jeonghan's smile was far too satisfied. "Professional courtesy."

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Rich_Granny_Han: DAY ONE SUCCESS! Nurse_Anna: They're so cute I'm gonna cry Boo_CEO: Already planning the wedding Won_NOT_involved: It's literally just coffee Rich_Granny_Han: Oh sweet summer child Nurse_Anna: Babe, you're so innocent Won_NOT_involved: I hate this family Rich_Granny_Han: No you don't Won_NOT_involved: No, I don't, but I want it noted that I complained and I love Anna, I want it highlighted in the note that I love Anna. Nurse_Anna: I love you! Rich_Granny_Han: This is a Jeonghan fic.

As Y/N left with her admittedly perfect americano, Granny Han settled back against her pillows with a satisfied smile. Phase one was complete. Tomorrow, they'd begin Code: "Accidental Touch."

Poor Y/N and Jeonghan had no idea what they were in for.

- Y/N arrived at the hospital the next morning to find a paper cup from an expensive coffee shop sitting on her office desk. Next to it was a note in pretentiously perfect handwriting:

"Since your taste in coffee is as questionable as your medication choices. - JH"

She crumpled the note, then uncrumpled it, then took a sip of the coffee.

Damn. It was perfect.

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Nurse_Anna: COFFEE SPOTTED! Code: Caffeine Love is go! Rich_Granny_Han: Did she drink it?? Nurse_Anna: She tried to look angry but I saw her save the note Boo_CEO: THE ROMANCE Won_NOT_involved: He's basically saying her medical decisions suck Rich_Granny_Han: That's flirting for rich boys, dear Won_NOT_involved: That's terrible Rich_Granny_Han: That's why he’s single

Suite 520 was suspiciously quiet when Y/N entered for morning rounds. Granny was reading what appeared to be a medical textbook – upside down. Anna was "organizing supplies" while obviously watching the door.

"Good morning, Dr. Y/N!" Granny brightened. "Oh my, is that coffee from Angel-in-us? Jeonghan loves that cafe—"

"Your ECG results, Mrs. Han," Y/N interrupted professionally.

The suite's door opened, and Jeonghan walked in wearing a different devastatingly expensive suit. He paused at seeing Y/N with his coffee cup.

"I see you've upgraded your taste," he smirked.

"The coffee's acceptable. Your medical opinions still aren't."

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Boo_CEO: THEY'RE FLIRTING THROUGH COFFEE Nurse_Anna: The tension is ART Rich_Granny_Han: Time for some chest pain I think Won_NOT_involved: Please don't Rich_Granny_Han: Too late, clutching chest dramatically now Won_NOT_involved: That's not how heart problems work... Rich_Granny_Han: Watch and learn, child

"Oh!" Granny pressed a hand to her chest. "Such tension... my heart..."

Y/N and Jeonghan both stepped forward, accidentally bumping into each other. Anna dropped a tray with perfect timing.

"Mrs. Han," Y/N began.

"Halmoni," Granny corrected weakly. "You're practically family now that you're sharing coffee with Jeonghan."

Jeonghan choked. Y/N's professional mask cracked slightly.

Later that afternoon, Y/N was reviewing charts when her office door burst open. Jeonghan stood there, waving his phone.

"Your afternoon consult notes say Halmoni's tired," he accused.

"That's generally what 'fatigue' means in medical terms, yes."

"She's never tired. She once conducted a 12-hour board meeting from a yoga headstand."

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose. "Mr. Han—"

"Jeonghan."

"Mr. Han," she emphasized, "normal people get tired. Even chaebol grandmothers."

"She's not normal people. She's—" He paused, noticing her empty coffee cup. "You finished the coffee."

"That's not medically relevant."

"I'll bring you another tomorrow."

"Are you trying to bribe your grandmother's doctor?"

"Is it working?"

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Nurse_Anna: EMERGENCY! They're alone in her office!! Boo_CEO: WHERE ARE THE CAMERAS Rich_Granny_Han: Anna dear, perhaps Dr. Y/N needs some test results? Won_NOT_involved: We don't have any test results Rich_Granny_Han: Then make some Won_NOT_involved: That's literally fraud Rich_Granny_Han: That's literally romance Nurse_Anna: OMW with fake papers! Won_NOT_involved: That's fine, go do your thing babe!

The door flew open again, revealing Anna with a stack of papers. "Dr. Y/N! The results you needed!"

"I didn't order any—"

"Oh look," Anna squinted at the papers, "Mrs. Han's... everything... needs discussing. Right now. With family present."

Y/N looked at the "results". They were coffee-stained printouts of WebMD articles.

Evening rounds found Y/N entering Suite 520 to an unusual scene:

Granny "sleeping" while obviously filming on her phone

Seungkwan pretending to read a magazine (upside down)

Anna adjusting already-perfect monitors

Wonwoo looking like he wanted to transfer departments

And Jeonghan, attempting to understand her morning notes

"That's not how you read an ECG," she said from the doorway.

Jeonghan didn't look up. "I downloaded a medical app."

"WebMD doesn't count."

"This is a different medical app."

"Is it also WebMD in a trench coat?"

A laugh escaped before he could stop it. Y/N pretended not to notice how it transformed his face.

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Rich_Granny_Han: HE LAUGHED! REAL LAUGH! NOT BUSINESS LAUGH! Boo_CEO: FIRST GENUINE LAUGH IN 84 YEARS Nurse_Anna: They're so cuuuuute Won_NOT_involved: He's still questioning her medical expertise Rich_Granny_Han: Yes but fondly now Nurse_Anna: Babe that's progress Won_NOT_involved: Your standards are concerning Rich_Granny_Han: Shush and help me plan tomorrow's heart episode

Granny "woke up" with perfect timing. "Doctor, since you're teaching Jeonghan medical terms, perhaps over coffee—"

"No," they said simultaneously.

"The heart wants what it wants," Granny sighed dramatically.

The monitor beeped.

"That's it," Y/N turned to Wonwoo, "please check the monitor's sensitivity again."

"It's working exactly as intended," he muttered, then added louder at Granny's look, "I mean, yes, doctor, right away."

As Y/N left for the night, she found another coffee cup on the nurses' station.

The note read: "For your overnight studies on how to be less scary to your patients. - JH"

She definitely didn't smile. And if she did, no one could prove it.

Except maybe the CCTV footage Wonwoo was pretending not to save for Anna’s enjoyment.

- Late that night, Y/N was finishing her paperwork when she decided to check on Granny one last time. It definitely had nothing to do with the possibility of running into a certain annoying CFO.

She found Suite 520's lights dimmed, but not dark. Jeonghan was there, suit jacket off, sleeves rolled up, squinting at a medical textbook like it had personally offended him.

"That's upside down," she said from the doorway.

He didn't even flinch. "I'm teaching myself to read medical terms in all directions. Very professional."

"Is that what CFOs do in their spare time?"

"Only the dashingly handsome ones."

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Nurse_Anna: NIGHT SHIFT ALERT! They're alone! Boo_CEO: At this hour??? SCANDALOUS Rich_Granny_Han: pretending to sleep but recording everything Won_NOT_involved: Isn't anyone concerned about patient privacy? Rich_Granny_Han: Privacy is for people who aren't trying to get grandchildren Nurse_Anna: LMAO GRANNY Won_NOT_involved: I'm reporting this chat to HR Rich_Granny_Han: I own HR, dear. Keep up!

"Your grandmother's readings are stable," Y/N said professionally, checking the monitors. "Though someone keeps adjusting the sensitivity."

"Shocking," Jeonghan deadpanned, watching her work. "Almost as shocking as you being here at," he checked his Cartier watch, "11 PM?"

"I'm dedicated to my patients."

"Just my grandmother, or do you check on everyone this late?"

"Are you implying something, Mr. Han?"

"Jeonghan," he corrected. "And I'm implying you might be as obsessed with my grandmother as I am. It's okay, she has that effect on people."

From the bed, Granny let out a very fake snore.

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Rich_Granny_Han: The snore was too much wasn't it Boo_CEO: Oscar worthy, Halmoni! Nurse_Anna: Should I create an emergency? Won_NOT_involved: NO Rich_Granny_Han: Save the emergencies for tomorrow Won_NOT_involved: Why are all of you like this? Nurse_Anna: Because we're invested in love Won_NOT_involved: We're invested in medical care Rich_Granny_Han: Why not both?

Y/N was about to leave when Jeonghan spoke again. "I ordered every cardiology textbook available."

"I noticed. The coffee table looks like a medical library exploded."

"I'm trying to understand." He sounded almost sincere. "She's all I have left."

Y/N paused at the door. "Your grandmother is in good hands, Mr. Han."

"Jeonghan."

"Mr. Han."

He smiled. A real one, not his business smile. "You're going to slip up and call me Jeonghan eventually."

"Unlikely."

"Want to bet? Loser buys coffee."

"That would be unprofessional."

"Is that a no?"

Y/N left without answering, but they both knew she was smiling.

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Rich_Granny_Han: They're FLIRTING Boo_CEO: Through MEDICAL TERMS Nurse_Anna: I'M SCREAMING Won_NOT_involved: This is a hospital, please don't scream Rich_Granny_Han: Wonwoo dear, did you get all that on camera? Won_NOT_involved: ...maybe Nurse_Anna: BABE YOU'RE FINALLY HELPING Won_NOT_involved: It's for medical documention. Rich_Granny_Han: Sure it is, dear. Sure it is. Won_NOT_involved: fine, it’s for Anna. Rich_Granny_Han: BLESSED

The next morning, Y/N found not one but two coffee cups on her desk.

First note: "For accepting that 'Mr. Han' will eventually become 'Jeonghan' - JH"

Second note: "For when you inevitably throw the first one at my head - JH"

She was not charmed. She absolutely was not.

But she kept both notes.

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Nurse_Anna: SHE KEPT THE NOTES Boo_CEO: Not just kept - she SMILED Rich_Granny_Han: Time to escalate. Anna dear, remember that 'emergency' we planned? Won_NOT_involved: Oh no Rich_Granny_Han: Oh YES Boo_CEO: WHAT EMERGENCY?? Won_NOT_involved: I don't want to know Rich_Granny_Han: Trust me, this will be fun Won_NOT_involved: Your definition of fun concerns me Nurse_Anna: Babe just embrace the chaos Won_NOT_involved: I miss my old department Rich_Granny_Han: No you don't. Now, about tomorrow's plan… -

3 AM at Seoul National University Hospital was typically quiet. Tonight, however...

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Rich_Granny_Han: Places everyone! Code: Emergency Romance begins! Boo_CEO: At 3AM?? You're evil, Halmoni Rich_Granny_Han: Evil? No. Strategic? Yes. Nurse_Anna: Night shift ready! Won_NOT_involved: This is highly unethical Rich_Granny_Han: Wonwoo dear, just make sure the lights are dimmed romantically Won_NOT_involved: That's not a medical setting Rich_Granny_Han: It is in Suite 520

The cardiac monitor in Suite 520 suddenly went off – louder than strictly necessary. Wonwoo, who was genuinely checking vitals, jumped.

"Halmoni, what did you—"

"Call Dr. Y/N," Granny commanded, looking far too alert for 3 AM. "And someone call my grandson."

"Your readings are actually fine—"

"Wonwoo." Granny's sweet smile held steel. "Make. The. Calls."

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Nurse_Anna: Y/N's on her way! Night shift said she was doing paperwork anyway Boo_CEO: At 3AM?? She needs a life Rich_Granny_Han: She needs my grandson Won_NOT_involved: She needs sleep, actually Rich_Granny_Han: Details, details

Y/N arrived first, looking surprisingly put-together for the ungodly hour. Her white coat was pristine, but the six empty coffee cups on her desk told their own story.

"Mrs. Han, what's—"

"HALMONI!"

Jeonghan burst in, designer pajamas under a hastily thrown-on coat, hair actually messy for once.

"You called him too?" Y/N raised an eyebrow at the nurses.

"Hospital protocol," Anna said solemnly. Wonwoo suddenly found the ceiling very interesting.

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Boo_CEO: HIS HAIR IS MESSY THIS IS NOT A DRILL Nurse_Anna: Y/N definitely noticed 👀 Rich_Granny_Han: Time for my performance~ Won_NOT_involved: Please don't Rich_Granny_Han: Too late!

"Oh, my heart," Granny clutched her chest dramatically. "Such worry in young faces..."

"Your readings are actually—" Wonwoo started.

"SUCH WORRY," Granny repeated louder. "Perhaps if you both stayed..."

Y/N was already checking the monitors. Jeonghan hovered nearby, close enough that she could smell his ridiculously expensive cologne.

"Your grandmother is fine, Mr. Han."

"Jeonghan."

"Your grandmother is fine, Mr. Han."

"You're doing this on purpose now."

"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Han."

His laugh was soft, unguarded. Different from his business laugh.

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Nurse_Anna: THE SOFT LAUGH!! AT 3AM!! Boo_CEO: THEY'RE STANDING SO CLOSE Rich_Granny_Han: Anna dear, dim the lights more Won_NOT_involved: That's not safe Rich_Granny_Han: Love isn't safe Won_NOT_involved: That's not medical protocol Rich_Granny_Han: Suite 520 has its own protocols

"Doctor," Granny's voice was weak but her eyes sparkled. "Since you're both here, perhaps some coffee?"

"At 3 AM?" Y/N asked.

"I brought my own beans," Jeonghan offered, then caught himself. "I mean, I happen to have some in my car."

"You just happen to have premium coffee beans in your car at 3 AM?"

"A good CFO is always prepared."

"For middle-of-the-night coffee emergencies?"

"Especially those."

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Boo_CEO: HE KEEPS COFFEE FOR HER IN HIS CAR Nurse_Anna: I'M CRYING THIS IS SO CUTE Rich_Granny_Han: Phase 1 success. Anna, initiate phase 2 Won_NOT_involved: There are phases?? Rich_Granny_Han: Of course dear, this is a military operation Nurse_Anna: On it! accidentally spilling water now Won_NOT_involved: Why did I fall in love with a conspirator

"Oh!" Anna's theatrical gasp preceded the sound of water splashing.

Y/N and Jeonghan jumped apart – when had they gotten so close? – only to bump into each other again.

"Sorry, let me—" Jeonghan reached for napkins.

"No, I can—" Y/N moved at the same time.

Their hands touched. Both froze.

Granny's monitor beeped suspiciously fast.

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Rich_Granny_Han: THE HAND TOUCH!!! Boo_CEO: THIS IS BETTER THAN DRAMAS Nurse_Anna: Should I spill more water?? Won_NOT_involved: NO Rich_Granny_Han: Save it for next time Won_NOT_involved: There's a next time?? Rich_Granny_Han: Oh honey, we're just getting started

"Well," Y/N cleared her throat professionally. "Since your grandmother is stable, I should—"

"Stay for coffee," Jeonghan said quickly. "I mean, since we're both awake anyway."

"That would be unprofessional."

"Everything about this situation is unprofessional."

Y/N glanced at Granny (pretending to sleep), Anna (badly hiding her phone), and Wonwoo (looking like he wanted witness protection).

"One coffee," she conceded. "For medical alertness purposes."

"Of course," Jeonghan's smile was too knowing. "Purely medical."

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Boo_CEO: COFFEE DATE AT 3AM Nurse_Anna: Romance is ALIVE Rich_Granny_Han: Mission accomplished! Won_NOT_involved: It's just coffee Rich_Granny_Han: Oh sweet summer child Nurse_Anna: Babe you're so innocent Won_NOT_involved: I want a department transfer Rich_Granny_Han: Denied. Now help me plan tomorrow Won_NOT_involved: ...what's tomorrow? Rich_Granny_Han: You'll see 😈

As Y/N and Jeonghan sat in the suite's sitting area, sharing premium coffee at 3 AM while pretending this was normal, Granny Han smiled in her "sleep."

Phase one of Operation Emergency Romance was complete.

Poor kids had no idea what she had planned for breakfast.

- Several hours and many coffees later, sunrise found the suite in a different state:

Y/N curled up in an armchair, white coat slightly rumpled

Jeonghan asleep on the couch, designer pajamas and all

Files spread between them from their "purely professional discussion"

Two empty coffee cups with a concerning number of espresso shots

Granny, definitely not sleeping, taking photos for her secret Instagram

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Rich_Granny_Han: THEY FELL ASLEEP IN MY SUITE Boo_CEO: TOGETHER????? Nurse_Anna: Not together together but STILL Won_NOT_involved: This violates at least 5 hospital policies Rich_Granny_Han: Love violates all policies Nurse_Anna: Time for noisy morning check-up? 😈 Rich_Granny_Han: Make it EXTRA noisy

Anna burst into the suite with maximum chaos energy, deliberately dropping a metal tray.

The effect was immediate:

Y/N jolted awake, doctor mode activating

Jeonghan fell off the couch, rich person grace temporarily absent

Granny quickly pretended to just wake up

Wonwoo, entering behind Anna, looked like he wanted to quit

"Good morning!" Anna sang, far too cheerfully. "Time for morning vitals!"

Y/N and Jeonghan stared at each other, then at their wrinkled clothes, then at the evidence of their all-night coffee session.

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Boo_CEO: THE MORNING AFTER CHAOS Nurse_Anna: Y/N's hair is messy I repeat MESSY Rich_Granny_Han: Quick! Someone get a breakfast cart! Won_NOT_involved: The hospital doesn't do breakfast carts Rich_Granny_Han: The VIP floor does now Won_NOT_involved: Since when?? Rich_Granny_Han: Since I ordered it 5 minutes ago Boo_CEO: ALREADY ON IT WITH PREMIUM BREAKFAST

"I should..." Y/N stood, attempting to smooth her coat.

"Yeah, I need to..." Jeonghan ran a hand through his messy hair.

"Oh, but breakfast is coming!" Granny perked up. "You both must be hungry after staying up all night... discussing medical things."

The way she said "medical things" made both of them blush.

Right on cue, Seungkwan waltzed in pushing a cart laden with what looked like a five-star hotel breakfast spread.

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Boo_CEO: Breakfast service has arrived~ Nurse_Anna: They're both so awkward I'M LIVING Rich_Granny_Han: Wonwoo dear, check my heart. Make it take a while Won_NOT_involved: That's not how check-ups work Rich_Granny_Han: It is if you want that Christmas bonus Won_NOT_involved: ...this might take a while, doctor

"Since Wonwoo needs to do a thorough check-up," Granny smiled innocently, "why don't you both have breakfast? No need to waste good food."

Y/N looked at her wrinkled coat, her empty coffee cups, and her clearly compromised professional boundaries.

Jeonghan looked at his messy hair, his designer pajamas, and his equally compromised chaebol dignity.

"One coffee," they said simultaneously.

"And maybe some toast," Y/N added.

"And those croissants," Jeonghan pointed.

"Purely for energy."

"Completely professional."

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Rich_Granny_Han: They're having breakfast together! Boo_CEO: In their sleepwear basically!! Nurse_Anna: ROMANCE LEVEL 1000 Won_NOT_involved: This is still a hospital Rich_Granny_Han: No, this is Suite 520, different rules apply Won_NOT_involved: That's not how hospitals work Rich_Granny_Han: Watch and learn, child

As they awkwardly settled with their breakfast, maintaining a careful distance that fooled absolutely no one, Granny spoke up.

"You know, Jeonghan-ah, Dr. Y/N's americano is getting cold."

Jeonghan immediately reached for the coffee machine.

"And doctor, Jeonghan skipped dinner last night. He should eat more than croissants."

Y/N found herself pushing the egg dishes closer to him.

They caught each other's eyes, realized they were being played, and quickly looked away.

But not before small smiles appeared.

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Nurse_Anna: THE SOFT SMILES Boo_CEO: While sharing breakfast!! Rich_Granny_Han: Young love is so beautiful Won_NOT_involved: It's been like 3 days Rich_Granny_Han: Time moves faster in Suite 520 Nurse_Anna: It's the power of love Won_NOT_involved: It's the power of sleep deprivation Rich_Granny_Han: Same thing dear, same thing

The peaceful breakfast was interrupted by Y/N's pager.

"I need to..." she stood quickly.

"Right, I should..." Jeonghan also rose.

They did an awkward dance trying to avoid bumping into each other, failed miserably, and ended up closer than ever.

"Thanks for the medical discussion," Y/N said professionally.

"Thanks for the coffee company," Jeonghan replied, equally formal.

Neither moved.

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Rich_Granny_Han: Anna! Emergency cart in the hallway! Nurse_Anna: On it! Won_NOT_involved: Please don't crash any carts Rich_Granny_Han: Just a small crash Won_NOT_involved: That's still property damage Rich_Granny_Han: That's still romance

The sudden crash from the hallway made them jump apart. Y/N hurried out, professionalism back in place.

Jeonghan watched her go, then turned to find everyone staring at him.

"What?"

"Nothing," Granny smiled innocently. "You just look happy this morning."

"It was the coffee."

"Sure it was, dear. Sure it was."

As Jeonghan left to change, Granny turned to her squad:

"Phase 2 complete. Now, about that charity gala next week..."

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Rich_Granny_Han: Meeting in 10 minutes. We have a gala to plan Boo_CEO: Will there be drama?? Rich_Granny_Han: Oh honey, there will be CHAOS Won_NOT_involved: Why do I feel scared Nurse_Anna: Because you should be 😘 Rich_Granny_Han: Wonwoo dear, you haven't seen anything yet Won_NOT_involved: ...can I transfer departments now? Rich_Granny_Han: Denied. Now, about those formal invitations...

- Y/N stared at her desk in growing concern. Over the past week, a pattern had emerged:

Monday's coffee: "For admitting medical school doesn't teach everything - JH" Tuesday's coffee: "For finally calling me Jeonghan (in your sleep) - JH" Wednesday's coffee: "For pretending you don't smile at my notes - JH" Thursday's coffee: "Because your coffee machine is beneath you - JH" Today's coffee: "Because it's becoming a habit - JH"

She definitely didn't keep all the notes. And she absolutely wasn't smiling.

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Nurse_Anna: WEEK RECAP:

Daily coffee delivery ✓

She keeps all notes ✓

Stopped throwing them away ✓

Actually smiles now ✓ 

Boo_CEO: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT Rich_Granny_Han: Time to escalate Won_NOT_involved: What's left to escalate?? Rich_Granny_Han: Oh honey, we're just getting started Won_NOT_involved: That's what I'm afraid of

Suite 520 had evolved over the week. Somehow, it now contained:

A premium coffee station (restocked daily)

Medical textbooks (some actually right-side up)

Two comfortable chairs (suspiciously close together)

Granny's "essential" medical monitoring equipment (mostly for show)

Anna's "work station" (definitely for spying)

Y/N entered for morning rounds to find Jeonghan already there, suit perfect despite the early hour.

"You're here early, Mr. Han."

"We're back to Mr. Han? After I brought you coffee all week?"

"Medical ethics don't run on caffeine, Mr. Han."

"Are you sure? Because your smile says otherwise, Doctor."

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Rich_Granny_Han: The TENSION Boo_CEO: He emphasized 'Doctor' I'M SCREAMING Nurse_Anna: Should I interrupt with vitals?? Rich_Granny_Han: No dear, let them flirt Won_NOT_involved: This is a hospital Rich_Granny_Han: This is Suite 520 Won_NOT_involved: That's not a real distinction Rich_Granny_Han: Tell that to my platinum card

"Children," Granny called out, "if you're done with your coffee courtship—"

"Medical discussion," Y/N corrected quickly.

"Professional interaction," Jeonghan said simultaneously.

"—perhaps we could discuss my discharge?"

Both turned to her so fast they got whiplash.

"Discharge?" Y/N frowned.

"Halmoni, no," Jeonghan started.

"Well," Granny smiled innocently, "unless you think I need more... observation?"

The way she said 'observation' made it clear she wasn't talking about medical monitoring.

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Boo_CEO: THE POWER MOVE Nurse_Anna: Halmoni playing 4D chess!! Rich_Granny_Han: Watch and learn children Won_NOT_involved: This is manipulation Rich_Granny_Han: This is ROMANCE Won_NOT_involved: Same thing in this family Rich_Granny_Han: Now you're getting it!

"Your latest tests..." Y/N began professionally.

"Show you need more monitoring," Jeonghan finished.

They stared at each other, surprised by the agreement.

"Oh?" Granny's eyes twinkled. "Both of you think so?"

"Medically speaking," Y/N clarified.

"From a family perspective," Jeonghan added.

"And it has nothing to do with morning coffee?"

"Halmoni!" they protested simultaneously.

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Rich_Granny_Han: They're in sync!! Boo_CEO: SOULMATES BEHAVIOR Nurse_Anna: Even their denial is synchronized! Won_NOT_involved: This is getting out of hand Rich_Granny_Han: No dear, this is getting interesting Won_NOT_involved: Those aren't mutually exclusive Rich_Granny_Han: Shush and help me plan the gala seating

The tension was broken by Seungkwan bursting in, designer suit somehow even more expensive than Jeonghan's.

"Emergency!" he announced dramatically.

"Medical?" Y/N reached for her pager.

"Fashion!" Seungkwan held up a tablet. "Halmoni, the hospital charity gala needs your approval on—oh, am I interrupting something?"

His innocent tone fooled exactly no one.

"The charity gala?" Y/N blinked.

"Oh yes," Granny perked up. "Doctor, you'll be attending of course? As my physician?"

"I don't usually—"

"And Jeonghan needs a plus-one—"

"Halmoni!"

"—for medical supervision, of course."

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Rich_Granny_Han: PHASE GALA: INITIATED Boo_CEO: I already called the designers! Nurse_Anna: Need volunteers for the medical team?? Won_NOT_involved: We're not all going Rich_Granny_Han: Check your email dear Won_NOT_involved: ...we're all going Nurse_Anna: YAY BABE! We can coordinate! Won_NOT_involved: I want a new job Rich_Granny_Han: Denied. Now about those table arrangements...

"I couldn't possibly—" Y/N started.

"It would be unprofessional—" Jeonghan began.

"Perfect!" Granny clapped. "Seungkwan, mark them down as attending."

"Already done, Halmoni!"

"I didn't agree—" Y/N protested.

"My heart would feel so much better knowing my doctor is there," Granny clutched her chest dramatically.

The monitor, naturally, beeped.

"This is manipulation," Jeonghan noted.

"Learned from the best, dear."

Y/N looked at her patient (scheming), her monitor (suspicious), and her growing headache (definitely real).

"One hour," she conceded. "For medical supervision only."

"Of course," Granny smiled sweetly. "Seungkwan, call the designers. The doctor needs a gown."

"Already on it!"

"Wait, what—"

But Seungkwan was already speed-dialing, Granny was looking triumphant, and Jeonghan...

Jeonghan was looking at her like he wouldn't mind being supervised. Medically speaking, of course.

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Rich_Granny_Han: Operation Gala: Phase 1 complete Boo_CEO: Designers on standby! Nurse_Anna: Medical team assembled! Won_NOT_involved: This is excessive Rich_Granny_Han: No dear, this is just the beginning Won_NOT_involved: That's what I'm afraid of Rich_Granny_Han: Don't worry, it gets worse Won_NOT_involved: How is that reassuring?? Rich_Granny_Han: It's not. Now, about those dance lessons...

Suite 520 had transformed into Gala Planning Headquarters. Somehow, between cardiac monitoring equipment and medical charts, there were now:

Three tablets showing designer collections

Fabric swatches spread across medical equipment

Seating charts mixed with ECG readings

Event planners trying to look like medical consultants

And Granny, orchestrating chaos from her hospital bed

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Rich_Granny_Han: Status report!

Venue: Hospital Grand Hall

Theme: "Hearts of Gold" (get it? 😉)

Seating: Y/N next to Jeonghan (medical purposes)

Dance floor: Strategically lit 

Boo_CEO: The THEME I'M DYING Nurse_Anna: Should we coordinate the medical team's outfits?? Won_NOT_involved: We're supposed to be working Rich_Granny_Han: This IS work. Love work.

Y/N entered for afternoon rounds to find what looked like a fashion magazine explosion.

"Mrs. Han, this isn't good for your recovery—"

"Nonsense," Granny waved a fabric swatch. "Doctor, which shade of blue brings out Jeonghan's eyes?"

"I... what?"

"For medical coordination purposes, of course."

From behind his laptop, Jeonghan choked on his coffee.

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Boo_CEO: SHE'S BLUSHING Nurse_Anna: AND HE'S CHOKING Rich_Granny_Han: Young love is so clumsy Won_NOT_involved: This is a medical facility Rich_Granny_Han: This is a love facility Won_NOT_involved: That's not a thing Rich_Granny_Han: It is in Suite 520

"Halmoni," Jeonghan tried, "perhaps the doctor doesn't want to—"

"Navy," Y/N said suddenly, then looked mortified.

"What?"

"Navy blue. For medical... contrast purposes."

Jeonghan's slow smile should be illegal in a hospital setting.

"Noted," Granny's eyes sparkled. "Seungkwan! Call the designer!"

"Already texting!"

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Rich_Granny_Han: SHE PICKED HIS COLOR Boo_CEO: VOLUNTARILY Nurse_Anna: THE DEVELOPMENT Won_NOT_involved: It's just a color Rich_Granny_Han: Oh sweet summer child Nurse_Anna: Babe you're so innocent Won_NOT_involved: I miss regular patients Rich_Granny_Han: No you don't. Now about the dance playlist...

Later that day, Y/N returned to find Jeonghan arguing with event planners while wearing... navy blue.

"It's for a medical opinion," he said quickly.

"I didn't ask."

"You're wondering."

"I'm wondering about your grandmother's blood pressure with all this excitement."

"Liar. You're wondering how accurate your color assessment was."

She checked Granny's monitors instead of answering. Or looking at how right she'd been about the navy blue.

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Rich_Granny_Han: HE CHANGED SUITS FOR HER Boo_CEO: THE DEDICATION Nurse_Anna: She kept stealing glances!! Won_NOT_involved: I saw nothing Rich_Granny_Han: The security cameras saw everything Won_NOT_involved: ...I may have footage Nurse_Anna: BABE YOU'RE ONE OF US NOW Won_NOT_involved: I hate everything except you Rich_Granny_Han: No you don't. Now help me plan the "medical emergency" during the slow dance

"Doctor," Granny called out sweetly, "about the gala's medical supervision..."

"One hour," Y/N reminded firmly.

"Of course. Jeonghan will pick you up at 7."

"That's not necessary—"

"For medical transport," Granny added innocently.

"I can drive—"

"My heart would feel better knowing you arrive safely."

The monitor beeped right on cue.

"Halmoni," Jeonghan sighed, but he was smiling.

"Fine," Y/N conceded. "For medical purposes."

"Of course," Granny beamed. "Seungkwan! Call the car service!"

"Already done!"

"How are you already—never mind."

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Rich_Granny_Han: Car arrangements: Complete ✓

Premium vehicle

Mood lighting

"Accidental" traffic delays 

Boo_CEO: EVIL GENIUS HALMONI Nurse_Anna: The POWER Won_NOT_involved: This is getting elaborate Rich_Granny_Han: Oh honey, wait for the gala Won_NOT_involved: I'm scared Rich_Granny_Han: You should be. Anna dear, about those dance floor spotlights...

As Y/N left for her rounds, she found a new coffee on the nurses' station.

The note read: "Navy blue does bring out my eyes. Good medical observation. - JH"

She didn't smile.

(The security footage Wonwoo definitely wasn't collecting said otherwise.)

- Two months after Code: Heart Doctor began, Suite 520 was in organized chaos:

Discharge papers waiting for signatures

Gift baskets from the entire hospital staff

Granny's designer luggage (more than a small hotel's worth)

The infamous coffee machine

And a certain cardiologist avoiding a certain CFO

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Rich_Granny_Han: FINAL MISSION STATUS:

Two months of schemes ✓

One charity gala success ✓

Multiple "emergencies" ✓

Countless coffee dates ✓

One almost kiss ✓

BUT STILL NO CONFESSION 

Boo_CEO: HOW ARE THEY SO STUBBORN Nurse_Anna: Even the cafeteria's betting pool is frustrated Won_NOT_involved: Maybe let them figure it out naturally? Rich_Granny_Han: Absolutely not Won_NOT_involved: Why did I even suggest that Rich_Granny_Han: Time for the final play

Y/N stood at the nurses' station, pretending to review charts while actually hiding. The past two months had been... complicated.

After the gala (which definitely didn't end with an almost-kiss during Granny's conveniently timed "emergency"), things had gotten awkward.

Sweet, terrible, coffee-filled awkward.

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Nurse_Anna: She's HIDING Boo_CEO: Our confident doctor? HIDING? Rich_Granny_Han: Love makes fools of us all Won_NOT_involved: Or maybe this whole scheme was too much Rich_Granny_Han: No such thing Won_NOT_involved: Why did I marry into this chaos Nurse_Anna: Because you love me 😘 Won_NOT_involved: TRUE. TRUEST FORM. Rich_Granny_Han: We get it, you love Anna

The suite's door opened, revealing Jeonghan in what had to be his most expensive suit yet. Navy blue, because of course it was.

"Doctor."

"Mr. Han."

"We're back to that?"

"We never left it."

(They both knew that was a lie. Somewhere between late-night coffee and fake emergencies, "Jeonghan" had slipped out more than once.)

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Rich_Granny_Han: IMPLEMENT FINAL PHASE Boo_CEO: But what about the backup plan?? Rich_Granny_Han: This IS the backup plan Nurse_Anna: What about backup backup?? Rich_Granny_Han: Trust your commander Won_NOT_involved: Should I be concerned? Rich_Granny_Han: Always, dear. Always.

"Children," Granny called from her bed, "come here please."

They approached cautiously. Two months had taught them to fear that innocent tone.

"Since I'm being discharged—"

"About that," Y/N started.

"Your readings—" Jeonghan began.

"Oh hush," Granny waved them off. "We all know I'm fine. Have been for weeks."

They stared at her.

"You..." Y/N processed this. "You've been faking?"

"Not faking, dear. Strategizing."

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Boo_CEO: THE CONFESSION Nurse_Anna: Finally exposing the plot!! Won_NOT_involved: This feels illegal somehow Rich_Granny_Han: Love knows no laws Won_NOT_involved: That's not how legality works Rich_Granny_Han: That's how Suite 520 works

"All those emergencies..." Jeonghan realized.

"The 3 AM calls..." Y/N added.

"The coffee accidents..."

"The gala emergency..."

"The almost—" they both stopped, blushing.

"Yes, yes," Granny smiled. "All part of the plan. Operation Get Jeonghan a Girlfriend 2024."

"The WHAT."

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Rich_Granny_Han: Dropping the bomb! Boo_CEO: THE CHAOS Nurse_Anna: Should we run?? Won_NOT_involved: I'm already in the cafeteria Rich_Granny_Han: Cowards. Watch the master work

"Halmoni," Jeonghan looked pained. "You've been scheming this whole time?"

"Of course, dear. You think cardiac monitors just happen to beep during romantic moments?"

"The coffee spills..." Y/N remembered.

"Anna has excellent timing."

"The gala emergency..."

"Seungkwan's dramatic skills are underappreciated."

"The security footage..."

"Wonwoo pretends to resist, but he's got quite the collection."

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Boo_CEO: THEY'RE BOTH SO RED Nurse_Anna: The realization!! Won_NOT_involved: Should we call security? Rich_Granny_Han: For what? True love? Won_NOT_involved: For imminent chaos Rich_Granny_Han: That's just how romance works dear

"So everything was fake?" Y/N asked quietly.

"Not everything," Jeonghan said quickly.

They looked at each other.

"The coffee wasn't fake," he continued.

"The medical discussions weren't fake."

"The almost-kiss wasn't fake."

"The feelings weren't fake."

Granny beamed. "Finally!"

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Rich_Granny_Han: MISSION SUCCESS Boo_CEO: I'M CRYING Nurse_Anna: WE DID IT Won_NOT_involved: Can we work normally now? Rich_Granny_Han: Oh honey no Rich_Granny_Han: Now we plan the wedding Won_NOT_involved: ...I want a transfer Rich_Granny_Han: Denied.

"You're ridiculous," Y/N told Jeonghan, but she was smiling.

"You love it," he replied, then froze. "I mean—"

"Yeah," she said softly. "I do."

"Oh thank god," Granny exclaimed. "Seungkwan! The champagne!"

"Already chilled!"

"Anna! The celebration decorations!"

"Ready to deploy!"

"Wonwoo! The documentation!"

"...fine."

As Suite 520 erupted into celebration, Y/N looked at Jeonghan.

"Your grandmother is terrifying."

"Wait till you see her wedding planning mode."

"Let's survive the first date first."

"Coffee tomorrow?"

"You've been bringing me coffee for two months."

"Yes, but now I can kiss you after."

From her bed, Granny smiled at her success. As Y/N and Jeonghan shared their first real kiss (finally!), the cardiac monitor beeped one last time.

This time, it was real.

Real love tends to do that to a heart. As Y/N and Jeonghan finally broke apart, the cardiac monitor beeped one last time.

"Your grandmother's monitor is still sensitive," Y/N murmured.

"Actually," Jeonghan smiled, "I think that one was real."

They turned to find Granny beaming at them, not even pretending to sleep anymore.

"Finally!" she exclaimed. "Do you know how exhausting it was to orchestrate all this?"

"Halmoni..."

"The timing of the beeps! The strategic coffee spills! Keeping Wonwoo from reporting us to hospital administration!"

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Rich_Granny_Han: Mission accomplished, everyone! Boo_CEO: The greatest success story of 2024!! Nurse_Anna: I'm crying happy tears in the supply closet Won_NOT_involved: Can we work normally now? Rich_Granny_Han: Of course dear Won_NOT_involved: Really? Rich_Granny_Han: No 😘 Nurse_Anna: Babe you should know better Won_NOT_involved: I really should

"Well," Y/N picked up the discharge papers, trying to look professional despite her smile. "Since your condition has... miraculously improved, Mrs. Han—"

"Still Halmoni," Granny corrected.

"Halmoni," Y/N conceded, her smile growing. "You're free to go home."

"Wonderful! Jeonghan-ah, help me pack. Doctor, you'll join us for dinner to discuss my home care, won't you?"

"That would be—"

"If you say unprofessional, I'm canceling the discharge," Granny threatened sweetly.

Y/N looked at Jeonghan, who shrugged helplessly but couldn't stop smiling.

"Dinner would be lovely," she agreed.

As the suite erupted into celebration, with Seungkwan popping in with champagne and Anna wiping tears while pretending to check vitals one last time, Y/N felt Jeonghan's hand slip into hers.

"Coffee tomorrow?" he asked softly.

"You've been bringing me coffee for two months."

"Yes, but now I can kiss you after."

She squeezed his hand. "Looking forward to it."

From her bed, Granny Han watched her grandson and his cardiologist, her heart monitor beeping steadily with genuine joy. Sometimes, she thought, love just needs a little push.

Or in her case, two months of elaborate schemes, a charity gala, multiple fake emergencies, one almost-kiss, and an army of co-conspirators.

But who's counting?

[lizzyiii]

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I'm so happy that you're enjoying this, babe 😚

His Lady Love (10)

pairing | aemond targaryen x vampire!mikaelson! reader taglist | to be added to the tag list just add your username to this DOC word count | 4.3k words summary | guilt gnaws at your mind as your love for aemond grows, so you decide to finally tell him. tags | 18+ (MDNI), SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST (in that order), p in v sex, heavy angst (aemond doesn't know how to communicate), vampire powers, heavy miscommunication note | next chapter, we explore reader's backstory. I saw a post about inclusion, and it really stuck with me, that's why I always like to emphasize how reader could literally be any race (despite her whole family being white) and that's why I leave her father a mystery. and in my case I envision her as poc (that's why I emphasize mikaels hate for her; you cannot tell me he isn't racist), but if you envision her as white (mikael only really hates her cause he knows she's not his) that's my TED TALK, enjoy!!!

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - 𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫

"Yes, my love," Aemond growled from underneath you. “Ride me.”

As you bounced atop him, Aemond's deep purple eye locked onto yours, filled with lust and a hint of possessiveness. He gripped your hips tightly, guiding your movements as you grinded down onto him. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with your ragged breaths.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "Take what you need, my love."

Aemond's hands roamed your curves, tracing the dips and swells of your body as he kissed and nipped at your neck. Your moans spurred him on, making him harder inside you. He thrusted up to meet your downward strokes, driving deeper with each pass.

"Don't hold back," he urges, his voice low and husky. "Do you like me inside you?”

You nodded deliriously feeling him grip your waist, helping you set a faster pace on top of him. Meeting every thrust you made. "You make me feel so full,” you moaned out.

He grinned wickedly as you picked up the pace, reveling in the way your slick walls clenched around him with each powerful stroke. "That's it, ride me hard," he encouraged, his voice dripping with desire. "Take everything I have."

His fingers dug into your hips, using the leverage to drive up into you even harder. The headboard slammed against the wall with each brutal thrust, punctuating the primal sounds of your coupling. Aemond's gaze never left yours, drinking in the sight of you above him, lost in the throes of passion.

"You're so fucking perfect like this," he rasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "I could fill you up all day, every day."

You nodded deliriously, feeling your climax building, Aemond focused his attention on your sensitive clit, circling and pressing just right to send you careening over the edge. As your body trembled and clenched around him, he captured your cry in a fierce kiss, muffling your moans against his mouth.

When your shudders subsided, he swiftly rolled you onto your back, pinning your legs around his waist. With a grunt of effort, he drove into you with renewed vigor, pounding into your warmth with relentless intensity.

"Fucking hell, look at you," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "So beautiful when you come undone for me." His thrusts became erratic as his own release approached, his balls drawing up tight. "Gonna fill you up, my love...mark you as mine..."

With a final, powerful thrust, Aemond buried himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsating as he spilled his seed deep within your quivering depths. His roar of completion mingled with your cries of ecstasy, the force of his climax causing your bodies to jerk and twitch together.

Aemond’s breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving against yours as he collapsed onto you, still sheathed inside you. His body, warm and solid, pressed against yours as he whispered possessively, "Mine."

The single word was filled with a raw intensity, the claim echoing between you as he laid his forehead against yours, still catching his breath.

"Yours," you replied softly, your voice barely more than a breath as your eyes locked with his. His violet eye, filled with something deeper than just desire, burned into you.

His hand brushed gently along the side of your face, calloused fingers tracing the curve of your jaw with a tenderness that contrasted the fire that had consumed you both moments before.

As the frenzy of the moment ebbed, Aemond lowered his lips to yours again, but this time, the kiss was slower—deliberate. His tongue moved languidly, savoring the taste of you as if committing you to memory.

This was no mere expression of lust; it was love wrapped in longing, each movement conveying what words alone could not. His hand cradled the back of your head, pulling you deeper into the embrace, as if afraid you might disappear.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eye never leaving your face. His lips quirked into a small, rare smile—one that he saved only for you. "I love you," he murmured, his voice low and intimate, as though sharing a secret meant only for your ears. "More than anything in this world."

The depth of his feelings overwhelmed you, as if centuries of his unspoken emotions now hung in the air between you. Tears gathered in your eyes, shimmering like stars, but this was not weakness—it was the weight of eternity, of a love too powerful to be contained in mere words. You could feel the centuries you’d lived fall away, leaving only this moment with him, pure and timeless.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him into another kiss. His body, strong and unyielding, melted against the softness of yours. There was no need for words as his hands roamed your body, possessive yet gentle, as if grounding himself in the very feel of you.

The kiss deepened, his lips pressing into yours with a desperation that mirrored the hunger of the love he held for you. His tongue danced with yours, a slow, deliberate exploration, as if savoring every second of your closeness.

In that moment, time seemed to still. The world outside—the battles, the politics, the shifting allegiances���ceased to exist. It was just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of passion and love, a bond that transcended the mortal concerns of kings and queens. Every touch, every breath you shared, felt eternal.

When the kiss finally broke, his breath mingling with yours, your gaze met his, and you saw everything you needed to know reflected in that single violet eye.

“Always and forever, Aemond,” you whispered the only words you knew, the vow carried across centuries. It was a promise of devotion, as unbreakable as the ancient blood coursing through your veins, and as enduring as the night sky above.

Aemond’s grip on you tightened, as though the mere thought of letting you go pained him. “Always and forever,” he repeated, his voice raw with emotion.

And as you laid there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew no force in this world—whether dragon or dagger—could ever sever the love that bound you to him.

The warmth of the afternoon sun bathed the Red Keep, casting a golden glow over the city below. Yet you felt no comfort from it, sitting alone atop Aemond’s private balcony, still dressed in the silken nightgown you had worn when he left.

His parting kiss still lingered on your lips, his words, whispered softly into your ear, echoed in your mind. It had been a goodbye that left you breathless, as if his presence alone had woven itself too deeply into your heart, too quickly for your own good.

The distant sound of peasants protesting in the streets of King's Landing reached your ears, their voices desperate and angry. You could hear them demanding food, blaming the crown for their misfortunes, but their cries felt like background noise to the turmoil inside you. The scent of Aemond clung to your skin, his possessive hold still fresh in your memory.

How had you let it get this far? How had you allowed yourself to become so entangled with him?

You sighed, staring down at the bustling city, your thoughts filled with the strange, dangerous path you had chosen. Aemond’s obsession with you had been evident from the start.

You had known what it was to be the object of desire before, but never like this—never with someone who looked at you as though you were his world, his salvation. And now you were falling into that same trap.

You were lovesick, you thought with a bitter laugh. As lovesick as Rebekah.

Rebekah, your elder sister, had always yearned for love and a mortal life. How many times had Klaus mocked her for it? For her desire to be something other than what they were—vampires, cursed to outlive those we loved.

And yet, here you were, entangled in your own dangerous romance, captivated by a man who knew nothing of your true nature. How could you have been so reckless?

You could almost hear Niklaus' voice in your head. If he saw you now, sitting here in your lover’s chambers, smitten and vulnerable, he would laugh at your foolishness. Then, with his usual fury, he would tear through King’s Landing to find Aemond, perhaps rip his heart from his chest, just to prove a point.

He would tell you this is what love leads to—weakness. Betrayal. And he would kill Aemond, not because Aemond was anything to him, but to teach you a lesson.

You clenched your fists, your strength leaving small cracks in the stone railing beneath your fingers. The idea of Niklaus finding out about this sent a shiver down your spine. He wouldn't understand. He couldn’t.

Aemond was nothing like the men you had known before—he was fierce, proud, and ruthless, much like your family, but there was a tenderness in him, a vulnerability he showed only to you.

Yet that same ruthlessness terrified you. You knew what Aemond was capable of, and it mirrored the darkness you knew too well. That was perhaps why you had fallen so hard for him.

But he did not know the depth of your own darkness—the centuries of blood and violence you carried, the truth of your immortality. Could he still love you, knowing the monster that lurked beneath your skin? Would he turn from you?

You exhaled, pushing down the rising anxiety. This love was dangerous, yes. Reckless. But despite everything, despite the centuries of heartache and loss, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk away from Aemond. Not yet.

Gods help me, you thought.

And yet, as you sat there, your heart ached for the prince who had already claimed too much of it.

And soon the weight of the evening hung heavily in the air as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the chambers. You paced restlessly, your mind racing with thoughts that coiled like smoke, thick and suffocating.

Tonight was the night. The moment had finally arrived for you to reveal the truth—your truth. You could no longer live in the shadows of deception, pretending to be someone you weren’t, especially not with Aemond, the one who had come to mean so much to you in such a short time.

As the distant sounds of the city settled into a haunting stillness, the protests of the hungry peasants faded into memory. You couldn’t shake the image of Aemond’s fierce violet eye, filled with adoration and fire, and it stung to think of how he might look at you once the truth was laid bare.

Would he still see you as the one he loved most? Would he still see you as the woman who had saved Jaehaerys? Or would you become nothing more than a monster in his eyes, a creature of the night, condemned to wander the shadows forever? The thought twisted your heart in knots.

You stopped in front of the ornate mirror, running your fingers over your hair as you scrutinized your reflection. The delicate fabric of your nightgown flowed around you, a stark contrast to the darkness that simmered within.

What if he wishes you gone after that? A chilling thought that clawed at your resolve. But no matter the consequences, you could no longer hide from the truth. He deserved to know, just as you had chosen to open your heart to him, to let him in despite the danger it posed.

Taking a deep breath, you steadied yourself, the weight of centuries of existence pressing down upon you. I am stronger than this, you reminded yourself. The fear of rejection was a fleeting shadow compared to the eternal darkness you had faced in your life.

You had witnessed the rise and fall of empires, the agony of betrayal, and the sweet sorrow of love lost. You would face whatever came next with the same resolve.

The door creaked open, and your heart quickened at the sight of Aemond, framed by the flickering torchlight. And to which you noticed immediately the mixture of exhaustion and restrained fury etched into his features. You stepped forward, your worries dissolving as you reached out, cupping his face gently.

"What’s wrong?" you asked softly, your voice filled with concern.

Aemond sighed, leaning into your touch, his lone violet eye trailing over your form before meeting yours. "You’re still in your nightgown," he murmured, the tension in his voice lingering.

"I was tired from the journey," you replied, your own concern deepening. "What happened, Aemond?"

"The peasants," he spat the word with disdain, "They attacked Mother and Helaena as they returned from the Sept."

Your eyes widened in shock. You had been here, lounging in Aemond’s chambers while your dearest friend and the queen had been assaulted. "Are they alright?"

Aemond gave a small nod, his expression darkening. "Physically, yes. Helaena was shaken, though."

Anger and frustration weighed heavily in his sigh as his hand came up to cradle yours. "I can’t fathom why they direct their hatred toward us rather than Rhaenyra. She’s the one who ordered the blockade. And some of their fury stems from the hanged ratcatchers."

"Hanged?" you echoed in confusion.

"Aegon ordered the hanging of every ratcatcher in the Keep," Aemond replied, the exasperation clear in his voice.

"But I killed the one who was sent by Daemon," you reminded him.

Aemond rolled his eye, frustration palpable. "Aegon was a fool. Paranoid and desperate."

Aemond remained silent for a moment, his chest rising and falling as he tried to temper his anger, the warmth of your touch grounding him. His lone violet eye eventually found yours, and for the first time, he noticed the tension tightening your features.

"What’s wrong with you?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

You pursed your lips, pulling your hands away from his face, taking a small step back. The frown on his face deepened as you wrung your fingers together, suddenly feeling more like the fragile sixteen-year-old girl you appeared to be, rather than the 500-year-old vampire you truly were.

The weight of centuries, of the secret you had carried, pressed down on you, and for the first time, you felt vulnerable in front of him.

"I need to tell you something," you said, your voice calm, though laced with an emotion that made Aemond's concern grow. "Something you deserve to know."

His brow furrowed, the exhaustion from the day's troubles falling away as his full attention shifted to you. "What is it?" he asked, his voice lowering, gentle yet urging.

Your heart raced, every instinct within you warring between the need to protect him from the truth and the desire to finally be honest with the man you loved. You swallowed hard, steeling yourself to strip away the facade you had maintained for so long. "I am not who you think I am."

His face hardened with confusion. "What is that supposed to mean?" His voice remained steady, though there was a coldness lurking beneath it, a shield against the unknown you were about to reveal.

You took a deep breath, summoning the strength you needed to face him. "I am not just some noblewoman from The Reach, Aemond. I am something... much older. Far older than you could ever imagine."

Aemond’s frown deepened, the flicker of frustration growing behind his eye. "Speak plainly," he commanded, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade.

You flinched at the harshness in his tone. You had seen him this way with others, but it had never been directed at you. "Do you not wonder why, after all these years, I still look the same? No signs of aging, no wear from time? You've known me for half a decade, yet I have not changed." You forced your hands to stop trembling as you met his gaze head-on.

He stared at you, confusion settling over his features. "What are you saying?" His voice was laced with skepticism.

With a deep, steadying breath, you took the plunge. "I am dead, Aemond. I have been for centuries. Cursed to walk this world forever."

Aemond’s eye searched yours, disbelief etched into his features. "I am in no mood for jests," he bit out, taking a step closer, towering over you as if trying to intimidate you into admitting a falsehood.

"This is not a jest!" you snapped, your frustration boiling over. Your eyes shut tightly as you summoned the ancient power within, letting the vampire in you rise to the surface.

When you opened them again, they burned a deep, blood-red, and the veins beneath pulsed with a dark hunger. You bared your fangs, your expression one of reluctant resignation. You hadn't wanted to reveal this part of yourself to him—your true nature—but there was no other way.

His breath caught in his throat, and for a brief moment, there was nothing but silence. He stood frozen, his usual confidence shaken by what he saw before him.

You watched as his eye flickered between disbelief and fascination. Aemond, the man who feared nothing, stared at you as though seeing a ghost. "How… how is this possible?" His voice, though quiet, was no longer cold.

"I’ve lived for centuries," you whispered, stepping closer to him again. "Long before you were born, I walked this earth, cursed by immortality, carrying the weight of endless time. And now, I have found you… and love you, despite all the years I’ve lived without it." Your words hung in the air, vulnerable, as you searched his face for understanding.

Aemond stood still, his silence stretching out like an eternity. His expression, usually carved from stone, revealed the whirlwind of emotions stirring within him. His eye, once sharp and calculating, seemed to flicker between disbelief and contemplation. He reached out, his hand almost grazing the soft skin of your cheek, but then, as if burned by the very thought, he withdrew, his fingers curling into a fist.

You blinked, taken aback. As your vampire features faded—your eyes returning to their original hue, your fangs retracting—the weight of the moment pressed upon your chest. The silence between you became suffocating, your heart thundering in your ears. You watched as Aemond slowly turned away from you, his body stiff with tension.

"Aemond, where are you going?" you asked, panic creeping into your voice, your hands trembling slightly at your sides.

He did not answer, his gaze fixed on the door as he strode toward it with purposeful steps. Desperation surged within you, and before he could disappear into the corridor, you reached out, your hand gently grasping his arm, trying to anchor him to you. "Aemond," you murmured, your voice soft but pleading.

He pulled his arm from your grasp, his back still turned to you, his voice low and strained. "I’m going for a ride. I need to clear my mind."

The weight of his words struck you like a blow, and your heart ached as you watched him walk away, his retreating form leaving you in a state of disbelief. You took a step forward, your voice rising in desperation, "Aemond, this is your room!"

But he didn’t stop. He didn’t turn back. The door closed behind him, the sound echoing through the chamber, leaving you standing alone in the dim light, the ache of rejection settling deep in your bones.

You retreated to your chambers, unable to bear the suffocating weight of Aemond’s presence lingering in every corner of his room. The faint scent of him—fire, steel, and something uniquely his—clung to your skin like an unforgiving ghost. It was too much. The emptiness within you, that hollow ache, grew deeper with every breath you took.

You sat on the edge of your bed, staring blankly at the wall, feeling the familiar suffocation of your existence. Who needed Niklaus and his wrath when you had the power to destroy everything you held dear all on your own? The truth had slipped from your lips, and now Aemond—someone you had dared to love—was gone, at least for now.

For a brief, fleeting moment, you entertained the thought of running. Disappearing into the shadows, as you had done countless times before. You could vanish into the night, leave King’s Landing behind, and become a ghost once more. But you knew all too well that the pain would follow you, as it always did.

In a century’s time, you thought bitterly, Aemond, Helaena, this entire bloody war would be nothing but dust. Ashes of a life long gone. You would still be there—eternal, unchanging, a cursed soul trapped in time. Immortality was a cruel gift, and even after centuries, you still carried the scars of your undying existence.

Your mind wandered to your family. You knew that if you truly ran, you would inevitably find your way back to them. To Niklaus, Rebekah, Elijah and Kol. But the thought of it twisted your gut.

Klaus would without a doubt punish you for abandoning him, for daring to escape his grasp. You could already imagine the cold sting of the dagger piercing your heart, the darkness swallowing you as he locked you away for centuries, just as he had done to Finn.

But perhaps, the treacherous voice echoed once more in the recesses of your mind, you deserve it.

Those words clung to you, heavy as lead, even as exhaustion finally took hold. Sleep found you, mercifully dreamless, offering a brief escape from the storm of thoughts and guilt that weighed on your immortal soul. Yet it was a fleeting reprieve.

When you stirred, the warmth of the sun bathed your face, coaxing you gently from your slumber. A faint frown formed as the comforting light was suddenly interrupted. You blinked, your eyes adjusting to the dimness, and when they fully opened, your heart stuttered at the sight before you.

Aemond stood silently by the window, his figure bathed in the half-light of morning, his expression unreadable. His single violet eye was locked on you, studying you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat. He was as still as a statue, watching over you as if you were some rare, dangerous creature he couldn't decide whether to approach or flee from.

You sat up slowly, your chest tightening as you met his gaze. The raw emotion lingering between you both was palpable, almost suffocating. He looked like a man on the edge, torn between the feelings that raged within him.

"Aemond..." you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, unsure of what to say, unsure of where this conversation would lead.

He didn’t move, his eye still fixed on you. The cold, calculating prince you had come to know so well was gone, replaced by something far more vulnerable, far more dangerous. It was Aemond at his rawest—stripped of the layers of control he usually cloaked himself in.

“If you are dead, do you really sleep?" His question broke the silence, his voice quiet yet probing, as though trying to grasp the reality of what you had confessed.

You hesitated, then spoke softly, trying to keep the moment from shattering, "I can still sleep. I feel exhaustion and hunger like anyone else."

Aemond’s gaze was unwavering, even as he stepped closer. His presence seemed to fill the room, the silence between you growing heavier with the weight of everything unsaid.

"Where did you go?" you asked, uncertainty creeping into your voice.

"I flew atop Vhagar," he replied, his tone softer now, though his words were edged with the same confusion and hurt that mirrored your own. "When I returned back to my chambers, you were gone."

Your eyes fell to the bed, your voice barely a murmur. "I didn’t think you wished me to be there when you returned."

Aemond's expression tightened, and for the first time, his control wavered. "I thought you had left. Just as you did when I was a boy." His words were laced with hurt, and your heart ached at the memory of the boy he had once been.

"I wanted to run," you whispered, the admission tumbling from your lips before you could stop it. "But I couldn’t. Not this time."

His hand reached out, brushing some of your hair from your face, his touch hesitant but deliberate. His gaze softened, though his pain still lingered. "Why?" His voice, when it came, was a soft rasp, betraying none of the rage or hurt you had feared.

Instead, it was quiet, as though the weight of what he was asking was too much for him to bear aloud. "Why didn't you tell me?"

You could feel your heart breaking all over again. “I wanted to protect you,” you answered, your voice thick with the truth of your words. “I thought—if you knew what I am, you would look at me differently. Fear me, perhaps. Hate me."

He flinched, ever so slightly. "And now? What do you think I feel now?"

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to hold his gaze. "I don't know," you confessed, your voice trembling with the weight of centuries of fear and self-loathing.

Aemond’s gaze softened, as he stepped drifted down. His fingers grazed your cheek, warm and rough, grounding you in the present, as his thumb gently brushed the edge of your jaw. “For me to trust you again,” his voice was quiet but resolute, “you need to tell me everything.”

His words pierced through your guarded heart. There was no turning back now, no more hiding. The weight of your past—the centuries of blood and pain—pressed heavily upon you, but this time, you were willing to share that burden.

You looked up into his single violet eye, nodding as you whispered, “What do you wish to know?”

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[marymunchkiin]

Here is the finished version of this King Rex WIP that I made earlier in the week 🥰

Next artwork in progress is the final render of Echo for the Clones in Suits series! 😘

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[mrsjellymunson]

Editing to add: Chapter One is up!

⚠️🚨 NEW SERIES INCOMING 🚨⚠️

Soooooo I’ve been working on something new, and I wanted to get at least one chapter out before the sunny weather entirely leaves the northern hemisphere…

Pairing: Steddie x older!fem!reader

Series Summary: Moving to Hawkins after some major life changes was hard, but the company of your son’s friends starts to make things look a little brighter.

I will be making a taglist for this series, if you want in just gimme a shout! (🔞18+ only please - and I will check - much of it is utter filth 😝)

SNEAK PEEK FROM CHAPTER 1 😃👇

“We have this place to ourselves. There's no one else within shouting distance. Screaming distance, even…”

They’re both crowding your space, and you don’t notice that you’ve backed up against the large bed until your knees connect with it, and you sit back with a soft thud.

Trying to conceal how heavily you’re breathing, you continue,

“Look, boys, this has been super fun, flattering even. But, let’s get some clarity here. You’re not really… interested in me. I mean look at you. I’m twice your age. I’ve been on this earth for literally twice as long as you have.”

Steve’s gaze doesn’t stop wandering your form, and he looks… hungry.

He moves closer to you, close enough that you can see flashes of green in his hazel eyes when they flick up to your chest and face, and you can smell the intoxicating remnants of his shower gel and cologne combined with fresh sweat.

Eddie moves closer too. You hear the rustle of his shorts and the soft clunk of his unlaced combat boots against the the floor, and his scent mingles with Steve’s. Cigarettes, weed and a spicy undertone that makes you feel weak.

Steve leans in even closer as he says,

“That may be true. For each of us…”

Eddie’s deep umber eyes fix on yours as he says, voice dropping an octave and a lascivious half-smile on those, you have to admit, perfectly pink and poised lips,

“But what about the two of us… put together?”

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'The Love Shack' Part III - Blurring Lines - Teaser Snippet

Relationship: Neteyam(23) x fem!Omatikaya reader(21) x Lo'ak(22)

Author's Note: Hello my lovelies! As promised, here's a little teaser snippet this weekend of Part III of 'The Love Shack'! 😘 The whole of Part III will be uploaded next weekend. I'm already 6.5k into composing it & it's shaping up to be toe-curling already. This teaser post is also a test for my taglist (which I'm so blown away by the size of! Thank you to everyone for all your support!!) 😊

Part I - The Proposition HERE Part II - Three is a Perfect Crowd HERE UPDATE: Part III now available HERE

Part III Summary: You've spent weeks now, meeting with Neteyam & Lo'ak at the old outpost to play... You enjoy them both, but your feelings for Neteyam are becoming trickier to navigate. And unbeknownst to you, Neteyam is finding it difficult to share you... He wants you all to himself, away from his brother and away from other prying eyes...

Neteyam’s lips scored a heated path down the side of your neck with his lapping kisses. His massaging hands had moved from kneading the muscles in your shoulders to trail over your collarbone, drifting lower until his calloused palms met your hardened nipples.

Slick from the bath oil, you leant back against him while he gently massaged your breasts, his lips nibbling at the delicate points of your ears now. You’d never realised how sensitive your ears were, but they were definitely an erogenous zone for you. Every nip and kiss to the soft skin there made your legs weak and your core pulse.

You could feel the solid length and weight of his erection pressing insistently into your lower back like an unspoken invitation to you of the bodily ecstasy it could bring you. Neteyam verbalised his invitation, nonetheless, in a rumbling purr, “Play with me tonight. Here. Just you and me.”

Your thighs gave an involuntary squeeze together, the ache in your pussy growing so intense it felt hotter than the water of the hot spring you currently stood in. You felt Neteyam clasp your jaw with one hand, tilting your head back and twisting your face so he could plunder your mouth with his lips and tongue. The velvet sweep and suction of his kiss ensured that whatever hesitation you had was promptly abandoned.

However, you couldn’t help a sassy retort from leaving your lips, “I don’t know. You don’t have any of those sex toys here tonight to rock my world.”

Neteyam bent his knees slightly, bringing his hips in line with your bottom, and he reached down to reposition his cock so it could slide between your thighs and against your slick folds. His chuckle was dark and his voice was full of sensuous promise in the most sinful of ways, “Oh paskalin, you and I both know that I don’t need any of those toys to have you screaming my name tonight.”

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[queenofallimagines]

Meet cute~

Isagi x fem Reader

A/N: Morning to all the baddies✌🏿Nothing gets you in the mood to write than starting something brand new and not working on WIPs😘 based off a rly cute TikTok I saw I think isagi would be one of the ones to meet his S/O in a super cute way

CW: black reader but not rly focused on, bad grammar it’s like 4:45 am sorry,foreigner reader, was gunna sneak in like artist reader or something but the way it’s so ambiguous is cute, Bachira the pot stirrer, he also knows Spanish a little,U-20 captain isagi?? polyglot reader, She’s afro latino, Isagi falling in love at first sight. Let me know if I missed anything!

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

"Did you see the way shidou kicked rin?” Bachira could barely breathe as memories of today’s practice filled his mind— he looked over at isagi, who was shaking his head in faux disappointment, trying to hide a smile.

“Course i did, poor rin.” Isagi chuckled, running a hand through his hair. the striker was about to add onto his sentence but the feeling of someone bumping into him distracted him. he peered over his shoulder, a small smile on his face when he saw who it was. “mm… you good?”

Looking up at him with apologetic eyes she anxiously rushes out her words.

“Ah, im Sorry!”

“It's fine, it was an accident, it happens." Isagi smiled softly, and that smile would remain on his face even as he noticed her hair. his eyes lingered on it for a moment too long, taking in the way it was pushed out of her face, the colour of it.

“Nice hair."

“Huh?” He watches as she brings a hand up to her hair reflexively fidgeting with it. “oh uh thanks. I like yours too….”

“You do? thank you, it's nothing special." He smiled still staring down at her hair. he realized he was staring and cleared his throat. After a brief moment, he spoke. Trying to clear the awkwardness.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, where are you from?" He fumbles out awkwardly internally wincing at how nervous he sounded. But he was curious as to the way she spoke. her accent sounded familiar to him, almost foreign.

“I guess but it really suits you! Shapes your face really well. And, I mean… if you’re asking where I was before Japan I’m from America.”

“Oh you think so?" Isagi's cheeks had begun to turn red, he could feel the blood rushing to his face as he smiled sheepishly Rubbing the back of his neck.

‘America? He was right, he thought. She spoke differently.’

“Ahh, you're an American, yeah? Is that why you speak funny?" He teased playfully, smiling down at her. Watching her wince a little at his words and he immediately felt embarrassment wash over him. Saying she talked weird wasn’t really polite was it? He watches as she chuckles nervously at him.

“ah, kinda? America has a lot of different accents depending on region so I’m not sure which one takes precedence when I speak Japanese. Nodding his head in relief she didn't deny it, so isagi decided to continue with his questioning.

“Okay, but what region are you from? Are you from the South?" Tilting his head slightly, his eyebrow cocked, curiousity sparking in his eyes.He tries to hide his smile as he watches her face morph into shock. Her eyes were really pretty from where he was standing…

“That easy to tell huh?”

“Yeah." Isagi snickers, he continued. "The way you speak….it's different— a lot more laidback, but not like the Tokyo-y, or Osaka accents. The American accent isn't quite heavy, but not super light either. There's no way it’s something like Texas, Florida, or California, but I'd guess somewhere in the South, closer to the South-east. Am I right?" Looking at her expectantly he can’t help but get lost in her eyes.

“….. Spot on again. I moved from Texas but I was born and raised in the east coast so sometimes I’m New York sometimes I sound more like Houston or New Orleans. Depends on the words I’m saying and how fast I’m talking.” He was actually surprised that he'd managed to guess correctly not one, but twice! With the way the corners of his lips crept upwards, he didn't realize how much he liked talking to her. As the conversation continued, he found himself smiling.

“Wow, so you're just all over the place huh, like a rainbow?" His heart fluttered hearing her giggle reach his ears. It sounded so melodious.

“yep!” Humming in thought he shoots her a smirk. “It'd be interesting to hear how you speak, like if you were super angry or something." The black haired boy teased, not realizing the flirtatious implication it could have.

“I’ve been told I talk faster and with more force so probably New York. And then I speak Spanish too so definitely that.” At the mention of her being able to speak a third language, Isagi's eyes widened. He leaned closer his curiosity growing.

“You can speak Spanish?"

“Mhm. My family is Latin American so Spanish fluency runs through my family.”

Isagi's eyes twinkled with an undeniable sparkle of curiosity. he was definitely intrigued. He’s only heard some of the players on opposing teams he’d play curse at him in Spanish but never actual full on sentences. his lips curved upwards slightly. "Can you speak it right now? If you don't mind." He watches as her eyes far around for a second before letting his again. He felt a little bad for putting her on the spot like that but not bad enough to take it back.

“Oh uh sure. Uhh” She hums for a second before clearing her throat.

“Hola, isagi y bachira. Encantado de conoceros. Los dos sois muy guapos.”

(Hi, isagi and bachira. Nice to meet you both. You are both very handsome)

Isagi's eyes widened with amazement, a look of pure joy on his face. he clapped his hands together. “That's amazing! You speak it so well!" His face flushed at the compliment.

“You know what, I have a question for you." His grin grew into a bigger, brighter smile. Her way of speaking had a certain musical quality to it. He watched her closely all the while, his eyes taking her in, and listening to the way she spoke. She'd said something about them being handsome he thinks? He looked at Bachira who'd been witnessing the conversation the entire while, he noticed his friend's eyebrows raise slightly, and a small smile come onto his lips.

‘Did she just call us handsome?’ Bachira mouthed to him. He knows Bachira definitely isn’t fluent playing in Spain and spending time around Lavinho he must’ve picked up on some. He understands it better than he does English anyway. Feeling his heart racing he looks at her without missing a beat.

"Can I try something?" His gaze didn't waver from the way her lips curved at the sides, her smile being a mere testament of her good features.Quirking an eyebrow at him she looks at him confused for a second before cautiously replying.

“Okay?”

“Say my name." Isagi said, his words laced with a soft breath. Taking half a step closer he watched her lips closely, taking in how each syllable looked as it left her lips. He heard her breath hitch as those beautiful eyes widen looking up at him.

“Yo- I mean Isagi Yoichi.”

He couldn’t help but smirk at the way she said his name. he'd told her to do so, he'd expected it, but the way she'd said his name had his heart beating out of his chest..

"Say Bachira." She chuckles smiling at him confused but obliging him anyway.

“Bachira.” Isagi's gaze remained fixated as he watched her lips form each syllable. He was enjoying this and his brain hadn't quite caught up with the fact that he was enjoying this.

“Say your own name." She smiles at him before speaking her own name. He can’t help the shiver that runs up his spine. The way the words flowed out of her mouth like honey, her tongue curling around every vowel. He would do anything to hear her talk forever if he could. The way her accent was almost hypnotic to his ears. It seemed even her name had no special effect on him.

“I have to tell you, your accent is so cute." He tilted his head slightly as he continued.

"One more thing." The stunned look on her face had him biting back a smile. That deer in headlights look was absolutely precious. It wasn’t until then did he notice the difference between them. The way she looked up at him made something inside him go absolutely wild.

“Oh. Uh thanks.”

“How about you say... isagi yoichi is an absolute cutie?" He teased playfully. He knew when saw her flustered face he had to tease her just a bit more. Like if he’s gunna try and shoot his shot he’s going to put himself at an advantage. Grinning, he was having so much fun, he forgot Bachira was watching the two of them carefully now. His eyes darting back and fourth between the two.

“Yoichi Isagi es precioso.”

The athlete felt his heart stop. He wasn't actually expecting her to do it! And so quickly without any hesitation. He was stunned into silence. His jaw had dropped and his cheeks were blazing bright. Bachira hadn't missed or misread what had just happened. He laughed quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

‘Damn.. Did that really just happen? Talk about matching energy.’

She laughing seeing his flushed face. He looked like he was trying to find words but forgot how to speak at all.

“Uh,you ok?” Isagi who was was still blushing, lifted the corners of his mouth tilted upwards in embarrassment and joy. Bachira was just barely holding back a laugh. When he found his voice he finally managed to speak after a moment.

“Y-yes. I'm very okay." Isagi's voice was still laced with embarrassment, but he continued anyway. “Can I ask you something though?”

“Hm?”

“Do you have a boyfriend?" His voice still laced with embarrassment, but there was genuine curiosity behind it now. He tries to steady his heart as he looks at her expectantly. He watches as she looks at him surprised stuttering out her words.

“W- I- no?? Like I don’t. I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Isagi nodded, his mind reeling. This day was wild already, she was flirting with him, he was flirting with her– it was really something else. He couldn't deny that the idea of her not being taken was something that gave him the confidence to continue.

"You don't?" He asked again, this time a little slower just to hear her say it. His eyebrows rose, his cheeks were hot with embarrassment, his mind began to race. Deep blue eyes remained on her, he couldn't help staring. He didn't need any other confirmation other than this. he smiled softly, trying to hide just how happy her answer made him.

“Oh, So that means there's no one who'd come and beat me up if I asked you out?" He asked her jokingly, but his voice still remained soft.

“o-oh uh no that wouldn’t happen….” Smiling wider as he caught onto the fact that she'd blushed. She was too adorable, the way her eyes were looking at everything but him. Her hands nervously pulling at her shirt. That, and her soft, smooth voice was sending him into a state of bliss.. And he was starting to get carried away. His grin grew.

“Wellll... Can I ask you something then?"

“Y-yeah?” Shyly looking up at him he noticed the tips of her ears looking red.

“Would you like to go out with me?" He had put all his cards out on the table now and was waiting in anticipation as he asked her. He could hardly believe that he'd gotten to the point of asking her this. His heart was beating out of his chest and there was something happening in his stomach. It wasn't pleasant... The nerves were eating away at him.

“Mhm….i would.” Isagi felt his breath catch in his throat as she agreed. His cheeks were heated, his palms were sweaty, his fingers were trembling. He couldn't breathe. Everything about this felt surreal, there had to be a catch. But, no. It was really happening, he really just asked her out on a date and she agreed.

“Really?" He watches intently as she rocks on the heels of her feet looking away from him. “Mhm.”

His heart was still beating out of his chest. His whole body felt tingly as his cheeks grew hotter. Her answer had taken him by surprise, it'd been a lot easier than he thought it'd be to ask her. His eyes were drawn towards her lips, they were so cute and looked so soft…

Just before he could say anything though, Bachira coughed.

"Isagi?"

Jolting she glances over at him flushing in embarrassment forgetting he was there. She’d completely put all her focus on the boy flirting with her. Bachira looked more like an amused observer, his lips curled up into a small smile. Isagi was flustered to have been caught staring, he snapped out of his thoughts to glance over at him. He felt his face grow even more hot.

“W-what?"

He felt a wave of embarrassment slack him in the face as his friend’s laughter rang out. he'd been enjoying watching what was going on behind the scenes. Bachira's teasing was usually directed towards Isagi, who was easy to tease. So, seeing him be the one getting teased for once and being affected this much by was entertaining.

"You're all red, man.." Bachira teased, the corners of his lips remained curled upwards.He whips his head around to hear the girl snickering at him, hand over her mouth.

“Shut up." Isagi tried his best to sound annoyed, but his voice came out sounding flustered. He was very flustered, he was still red like a tomato. His mind couldn't seem to come up with anything else.. The only thing his body was focused on was her. Her pretty face, her soft voice, her sweet smile, her laugh…. Flinching he felt her grab his hand and he froze.

“Here.”

His heart skipped a beat as she grabbed his hand and held it firmly. He couldn't help, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. Was she really holding his hand? Her touch was so soft... her grip was gentle, yet firm.. He found himself trying not to close his eyes in that brief moment. She steps closer to him turning to hold her hand in front of him. He was hoping she couldn’t feel his heart beating out of his chest as her back pressed up against his chest. He feels frozen where he stands as she writes her name and number across his wrist.

“How about you can decide after you win your next game yeah? I’ll be watching so don’t disappoint me.”

His eyes remained on her as she wrote her number down on his wrist, their thumbs grazing together and sliding together for a brief moment. The feel of her grip on his wrist had Isagi's body tingling and his mind racing. He was taken aback by her gesture, but his mind was only focused on one thing right now. She wanted to watch him? She'd be there... watching him? Isagi couldn't help, he grinned, his pulse was rising. Once she finished she moved away from him letting his wrist fall. Capping the pen she held she tapped the end on his nose smiling at him.

“Don’t disappoint me now pretty.” Isagi was startled by her words. For the first time in his life, he was called pretty. His cheeks went red and that one word alone caused his entire world to stop moving around him, he felt so warm.

“I don't plan on it. You'll see, I'll be impressive." He said, his tone was much more confident than he'd meant to sound. She rolled her eyes at him letting a huff leave her lips.

“I’ll definitely hold you to that Mr egoist.”

“Oh?" Smirking he was aware that she was teasing him.He chuckled as it was his turn. “You have no idea..I'm gonna do my damn best to go all out in the game and win." He was already confident. His ego was growing, but he didn't mind that. He had every right to be confident with the skills that he had. His cocky smile remained on his lips.

“I expect to see you there?" He watches as she swallows hard looking up at him. She felt her face heat up at the look of determination in his eyes.

“y-yeah definitely. I’ll keep my eyes on you the whole time….”

Now isagi could feel the adrenaline running through veins. This was all so new to him, the way she was acting so flirty, the way her eyes were on him and her cheeks were flushed just by his look.. The way she was talking right now was making his whole world spin again. Smiling he was enjoying the feel of all those butterflies. He let go of her hand finally and he looked away for a second.

“Okay, then. I guess I'll see you there." He finally said as he turned to leave. Clutching his jacket in hopes to stop his heard from beating so loudly in his ears. He was on cloud 9 and he couldn’t even process this moment being real.

“Yeah… bye yoichi. See you there.” Isagi waved at her, turning to exit. He felt her eyes still lingering on him as he went. His mind was filled with so many thoughts right now. He couldn't believe that he'd done that, he couldn't believe that it had happened... But, it did happen. He had got a date. He had a date with the prettiest girl he'd ever met. That didn't seem real, and he couldn't be happier about it. As he left the gym, Bachira was waiting for him with a smug look on his face.

“You got a date?" Bachira asked, watching him as he approached. Isagi's cheeks were glowing bright red, his grin was infectious. "Shut-up." Isagi snapped back, clearly feeling flustered still. His hands were trembling ever so slightly and he was aware that it was all over his facial expressiosn. He attempted to hide his emotions but to no avail, he was just too excited for his own good.

“Awwwww Come on, you can't lie! I can see it all over you, your face is bright red and your lips got this dumb grin on em. You're down bad when you're flustered, and the way she was looking at you? Yeah, you got a date." Bachira said excitedly as he watched his friend trying his best to hide his emotions.

“Shut. up." He said, a hint of frustration in his voice. Isagi didn't want to acknowledge that his friend was right, but he had a point. He was right. Isagi could still feel her hand on his wrist. He felt like he could still feel her breath on his skin. His cheeks were red, his hands were shaking. All because this damn date.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

GIF Tag list revision

I don't know how to put it, but I have noticed that some people on the tag list do not interact with the posts anymore and I was wondering - are you unconfortable to ask to be removed? In addition some even seem to have left tumblr.

I really appreaciate each and everyone of you, but the purpose of the tag list to my understanding is to let people know about a new post that interests them. I don't strive to have an unending long tag list, anoying people on it 😅

As it also takes time and effort to check whether all tags are working I would like to do some sort of a revision of the gifs taglist.

I'm tagging under this post all the people I have on my gifs tag list - please those who want to remain on it - let me know in comments or write me a DM.

And of course I'm happy to add new people, if you would like to 😘

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Oh Em Gee, your request are open 🫣😵‍💫🥵😫 You already know who I'm here who 🐦‍⬛👁👁👁

(Also if you have a taglist add me bbg)

Bran x Reader please!! Preferably fem reader but GN is fine! (I felt so embarrassed writing this req idek)

Anywho, maybe Bran had just married reader (right after returning to winterfell) . She had been with him and Meera on their journey to and from beyond the walls. So they've pretty much grown up with eachother.

Feel free to change whatever you want, but what if readers had a really bad day and all she wanted to do was hold Bran. So they're in bed and she's just holding him to her chest 😫. Cause he knows she needs the comfort more than her 🫣.

And she's worried for the future, so Bran is just telling her some moments that they will experience. Like together they visit a warmer kingdom for political reasons, but that they are both happy and safe.

IM SO SORRY IF THIS WAS WEIRD JUST IGNORE IF YOU DONT WANNA WRITE IT! Just do whatever you want to it, I'm good with anything fluff, smut, angst you name it. I just want a happy ending 🫣❤️❤️😘😘 TYSM

we shall have to wait and see

navigation | warnings : fem!reader, slightly suggestive, talks of children, pet names, reader might seem a bit childish ngl, reader is wearing a dress, a little dig at brans nose but i promise i fucking love his nose it’s so hot, um anyways- | a/n : if this ain’t what you wanted, i apologise BUT BRAN FLUFF IS LIFE | bran stark playlist | tags : @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @knight-of-flowerss

Sometimes you hated being the Queen, but you loved Bran, and Bran was the King, so you did your duty as his queen.

It got lonely in the castle sometimes, so you liked to walk through the rebuilt gardens.

Of course, you attended meetings of the utmost importance, but sometimes you just didn't feel like it.

Since the war with the white walkers, you had constantly been paranoid of the future. Always worrying about every little thing.

As you entered your chambers, you took some of the uncomfortable jewelry you were wearing off, slipped off your shoes, and clambered into the silk sheets on your bed.

Podrick entered the room with Bran, wheeling him towards the bed then bowing his head in your direction.

"Your grace."

Once the door was shut, Bran lifted himself onto the bed, then positioned himself so he was laying down.

You swung your leg over him, positioning yourself on top.

"Eager are we?" Bran smirked as he placed his hands on your hips.

Your hand was cupping his cheek as you gently stroked it with your thumb, instantly he knew something was wrong.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" He grabbed your other hand, the one on his cheek still stroking the soft flesh.

"Do I worry too much?" Your glossy eyes travelled to his.

Bran wasn't going to deny it, you did worry too much, but you had a right to.

"Maybe a little too much, but so what?" His hand travelled under the skirt of your dress and he softly caressed the flesh of your thigh.

"I think the council finds it annoying." You paused for a moment, Bran tilted his head. "Can you tell me about our future?"

Bran already knew the majority of your future together, he may or may not have had a little peak.

"Well," He brought your head down to his chest, gently kneading your hair. "Together we shall visit Dorne, for political reasons of course, but we will meet lots of nice people, and they will welcome us warmly." Bran felt you smile against him, making him smile too.

"I've always wanted to go to Dorne." You gently whispered, toying with one of the sleeves of his shirt.

"Maybe we shall have children, I'm not sure of that one yet..."

"Children? Would they have your hair?" You peered up at him delightfully.

"Maybe." He whispered wistfully.

"And your eyes? Maybe they should have my nose though."

"Maybe my dear, we shall have to wait and see."

[daydreamgoddess14]

The Escape Artist - Chapter 5

This one gave me a bit of a headache, I knew what I wanted but it just wouldn't cooperate! But hey ho and here we are. Enjoy 😘

Masterlist

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4

Taglist: @theskytraveler @moonmaiden1996 @acrackintheteacup @succulentthief

It had only taken a few days of lifts to and from school for Clover to fully assert herself as River's passenger Princess. Though Ella begged her not to, she'd clamber over seats, rifle through his CDs and play with the aircon settings. The strangest thing to Ella though, was that he didn't seem to mind at all. It was a stark reminder of just how much interference she'd been running for years between Clover and Eddie - always trying to keep Clover quiet and well behaved so she didn't incur her father's wrath. Clover had, on the surface, coped incredibly well with the recent events but the cracks were beginning to show. 

“Clo, River's outside can we please get a move on?”

“I don't want to wear this top, I want the one without buttons.”

“This is the only one I have for now, I'll get one without buttons as soon as I can.”

“It's not fair. You made me leave all my things behind.”

“I know I did. I'm sorry.”

“I want my pink headband.”

“I'll add it to the list,” Ella sighed. “Now please, let's go.” 

Clover barged past Ella and bounded out of the front door, straight into the passenger seat. Ella could see River talking to Clover who stared straight ahead with her arms crossed and a frown firmly in place. She slid into the backseat behind Clover. “Morning.”

“Hey, you both OK?”

“Fine,” they mumbled in unison. He caught Ella's eye in the rearview mirror and she shrugged. Clover reached out to turn the radio station over and then slumped back in the seat without another word.

Outside the school, River raised his hand in greeting to Coe who nodded. He leaned against the low wall surrounding the school. Ella got out first and held Clover's door open. “C'mon Clo, let's move.”

“I don't want to go,” she kept her arms crossed. Ella sighed. 

“Please, babe? River and I have got to get to work and -”

“Can't I come too?”

“Not today. Look, JK is already waiting for you.”

“Muuuum,” Clover whined miserably. 

“Clo, enough. I need to get you into school.”

“Why? You think he's gonna come and kidnap me?” She whinged and suddenly appeared eighteen to Ella, not eight. She took a deep breath and turned away from the car, rubbing her temples. She felt a sting as the tender skin around her cut was pulled and pushed, and drew her hand away to find she'd opened the cut again. 

“Y’know what, Clo? I have no idea. I just want to get you inside with Coe where I know you're safe and then I want to go and find another plaster for my head, ok? Let's go now , please.” She stressed. 

Inside the car, Clover reached to the backseat and into Ella's bag to pull out a tissue. As she got out of the car, she pushed it into Ella’s hand and marched towards the main school doors without saying goodbye. Coe followed closely behind. 

“She hates me,” Ella said with her head in her hands once she got back into the car. 

“No she doesn't.”

“She does. I've taken her away from her dogs, her favourite toys, her house . She's eight, this might as well be the end of the world to her. She's got Coe sitting in her classroom making her the school weirdo, we can't go anywhere, or do anything. All I've done is swap one prison for another.” 

She turned to face him and he took the tissue from her hand and held it up against the cut with a small amount of pressure. 

“You know that's not true. Hold this,” he waited for her hand to hold the tissue against her forehead and let go so he could continue driving. 

“It's her birthday at the weekend.” She said quietly. “I don't know what to do, River? Happy birthday kiddo, everything is shit and we can't go anywhere.”

“So let's do something?”

“Don't be daft. Lamb is currently wasting all these resources on us, I feel awful having you ferry us around everywhere.”

“I want to help - they all do. You know how miserable it is in that place, at least we can feel like we're actually doing something.” He split his attention between talking to her and the morning traffic building up. 

“She has taken a shine to you all,” Ella admitted softly. “She thinks Shirl and Louisa are just so cool . I'd be jealous if she weren't right.” He parked up and leaned over to move her hand and check whether the bleeding had stopped again. 

“They're alright, I suppose.”

“Don't worry,” she teased, “I'm pretty sure you're still the favourite.” 

“I’d better be,” he said smugly, “I don’t see anyone else letting her listen to Capital radio.”

“You’ll regret giving her radio privileges, I’ve downloaded a couple of Taylor Swift albums for her birthday.” She couldn’t help but smile as his face fell at the news. “Prepare yourself for car karaoke,” she warned happily, shutting the car with him still inside.

She hadn’t managed to sit down with a cup of tea before the ceiling shook unceremoniously above her.

“Your turn,” River told her pointedly. 

“It’s definitely yours.”

“You think you’re playing Taylor Swift in my car? Get up the stairs, Cole.” Ella felt herself flush at his words but if he’d noticed then he didn’t let on, already staring at a screen filled with ancient police e-fits. She made her way to the top floor, the pull in her ribs had noticeably eased off over the weekend.

“Cole.”

“Lamb,” she replied warily, there were two police officers with him in the office.

“These upstanding gentlemen have some questions for you. Now, I can clear off downstairs and bother Cartwright for a bit, or I can stay here, or I can summon one of the other dipshits. Which would you prefer?” Ella’s hands trembled.

“Stay. Please?” He nodded once and leaned back in his chair, feet up on the desk.

“Ms Cole, we’ve been contacted by your husband, Edward Cole? He’s raised claims of assault and kidnapping.” She said nothing, her mouth agape. Lamb tapped his desk with a grubby socked foot.

“Might be a good time to start talking,” he suggested.

“You’ve got to be joking,” she looked at Lamb, incredulous. “I… I’m sorry, he’s said what , exactly?” 

“That you knocked him out with a blunt instrument -”

“It was half a bottle of wine.”

“And kidnapped his daughter.”

“Our daughter. Did he also tell you he’s only been out of prison for a couple of months? Did he tell you why I hit him with a bottle and took our daughter?” Ella asked, not bothering to disguise her anger.

“Well, that’s why we’re here. To follow up.”

“Oh! You want to follow up now, do you? Amazing how you didn’t want to follow up everytime I called anonymously with information about his business activities. Will you be following up on that?”

“If there’s anything else that warrants looking into, then obviously we will -”

The door opened a crack and River peered in before being ushered in further by Lamb. He went over to the desk and bent to speak directly to Lamb without interrupting.

“Something that warrants looking into?” Ella asked, her volume rising. She untucked her t-shirt from her jeans and lifted the hem to the level of her bra, exposing the bruising on her torso. “Does this fit the bill?” She crossed the room towards the officers. “Here, this is what he did to me. This is why I hit him with a fucking bottle.” The officers looked over to Lamb who shrugged unhelpfully. “I’ve got photos going back years of the things he’s done to me. So let’s talk about that instead shall we? Because I would like to report multiple instances of assault.”

“Perhaps we should take this to the station,” the more senior officer suggested nervously.

“I think that’s probably a good idea,” Ella told him through gritted teeth. 

“I did warn you gentlemen that this wouldn’t be straightforward.” Lamb told them with a wicked grin. 

“Would you like to come in our car, or -”

“Would I like to be taken to the station in the backseat of a police car? No, I wouldn’t. Why don’t I follow you shortly? You can go now.” She spun on the spot to see Lamb looking up at an interesting mark on the ceiling while River was disguising a laugh by looking intently at his feet. “Anyone need a cuppa? I fucking do.” 

She sighed and brushed past them both to go back downstairs. The officers were swiftly escorted to the bottom floor by Catherine.

“Well done you,” she said with a warm smile. “One of us will be happy to go with you to the station. Just say the word.”

“Thanks, Catherine. God, what a bloody cheek coming here to talk to me about an assault.” She muttered angrily. River dropped into his chair which groaned in response. “He must be deluded if he thinks he’s got the police in his pocket on this.”

“Make sure you have plenty of photos,” Catherine advised, “If you have reason to believe they’ll side with him then you’ll need evidence and character witnesses.”

“Ugh, this is going to get so messy.” Ella’s words were muffled, her head lay in the folds of her arms on her desk. “I’m not sure I’m ready for this.”

“El?” 

“Hmm?” When River didn’t continue, she forced herself to look up.

“You said you’re going to war.” He told her. Catherine looked on, confused. Ella frowned, processing his comment.

“I did,” she said thoughtfully. “I did say war. Catherine, I am going to fucking war, and I am not going to let Eddie win.” She continued fiercely.

“Oh. Good to know. We’ll be with you all the way,” the older woman said with a smile. 

“Told you,” he said as Catherine left, “they all want to help.”

“I know. But I spent years with Eddie’s mates and their wives and girlfriends turning a blind eye. They knew what was going on in my house and not one of them stood up to him.”

“You’ve got us now.”

“In that case, I’d better go and sweet talk Louisa into another favour. I take you lot to all the fun places. School, supermarket, police station,” she laughed.

“If she says no -”

“I know, I know. But if I paid you back every favour, I’d be doing it for the rest of my life,” she rolled her eyes.

“Fine by me,” he called out as she left. “Good luck.”

*

It turned out going to war was stressful business. Ella had provided a full statement and photographs to the police who’d concurred that she was the correct party to be pressing charges. She was still left in limbo waiting for the call which confirmed that Eddie had been taken into police custody and charged. It had been days. 

“Look, why don't you leave the kiddo with me and go and do something for yourself?” Shirley offered as Ella took another loop of the room, her phone in hand, waiting for it to ring. 

“You?” River interjected before Ella could. 

“Kids love me. Get your hair done, go to the gym, whatever you want” She continued enthusiastically, not noticing Ella's discomfort. 

“Shirley, stop,” Louisa demanded. “You don't need to do any of that unless you want to,” she said to Ella who looked mortified. “Would he say stuff like that?” She asked. 

Ella nodded slowly. 

“Whenever he decided I wasn't making enough effort. He'd dress it up like a reward but it was his way of humiliating me. He made it sound like my own fault he was sleeping around.”

“Fuck. I'm so sorry,” Shirley said, ashamed. 

“Don't be, it didn't bother me. Let some other poor girls deal with the fallout of his performance issues and lack of skill.” Ella said slyly. Shirley cackled.

“Oh my god, the loser couldn't even get you off? For, like, years ? You deserve a medal, that's bullshit.” 

“Total bullshit,” Louisa agreed. 

“You're quiet, tosser,” Shirley kicked the wobbly leg of River's chair. He didn't look up from his computer. 

“I know when to keep my mouth shut,” he told her. “Also, they're right,” he looked up and his gaze lingered on Ella's face for a moment, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He spoke softly but pointedly, “you do deserve a medal.” 

“Said Cartwright the sex god?” Shirley scoffed, “I don't fuckin’ think so. You're more likely to get punched in the face than get a shag.”

“Did you mean sex god or sex pest?” Louisa teased, “he's definitely a pest but I'm not sure sex has anything to do with it.”

“Annoying, whiney… punchable face? It's been a while actually, I could help you out?” Shirley balled her hand into a fist and rotated it as if warming up. 

“Why’d you need to turn everything into a fight?” He asked.

“Dunno, cos I can?” 

“She's bored.” Ella and Louisa declared in unison. 

“And here I thought we were all being nicer .”

“I'm being nicer to her. Cos her ex, y'know,” Shirley raised her hand - still in a fist - and mimicked stabbing someone, complete with Psycho sound effects, “is nuts. But you,” she looked at River with disdain, “jury's still out.”

“Thanks mate,” he grinned, “you're the best.”

“Anytime, pal .” 

“Alright kids,” Ella interrupted before their bickering escalated. “I'm popping out to get birthday stuff for Clover before I lose my mind waiting for the police to call. Which one of you is on babysitting duty?”

River stood up first.

She loved the feeling of the underground train hurtling towards its next station. It felt like a glorious combination of deathtrap and feat of engineering.

She could hear River complaining under his breath behind her as they pushed through the crowd and onto the train. It was busy for the middle of the working day, a pair of elderly ladies each had a little dog in matching bags at their feet, a man in his twenties with a long ponytail precariously held up an Ikea flatpack box and there were tourists everywhere.

Ella made her way into the aisle between seats and then, realising she had nowhere to hold onto, tried to backtrack. She turned towards River who, on glancing behind him, was already boxed in by people. Ella planted her feet and softened her knees as the train set off again at speed. River held onto the bar above her head with ease and she could see the path of a muscle in his wrist as it travelled along his forearm and up into his bicep.

She'd hustled them out of the building so fast, he’d left his jacket in the car and his keys on his desk, not that she felt at all guilty. The carriage swayed and rocked unsteadily on the tracks and as it slowed for the next station, Ella felt the same flip in her stomach that came from leaning back too far in a chair. Her heart lurched as the driver hit the brakes eagerly and she felt herself falling backwards, her hands automatically stretched out towards River who caught her with an easy hand in the small of her back. 

“Steady,” he said quietly. She huffed a laugh of relief and reset her feet as the hand on her back pulled her half a step closer and moved to her waist. She didn’t flinch. Her mind and heart raced as, for the first time in years, she hadn’t recoiled when someone other than Clover had touched her.

Ella distracted herself by looking at the myriad of posters for musicals rather than at him. She could feel his eyes on her, her body had become well attuned to knowing when she was being watched. Eddie had watched her every move, every day, so she’d gotten used to making her facial expressions as impassive as possible. There was a malevolence with the way he watched her, always with a sneer or a frown of disapproval, but as she caught River’s gaze in their reflection in the glass, there was nothing of the sort.

His hand moved slightly as he dipped his head towards her. “We should get off next.” She nodded, not trusting her voice to speak aloud.

Ella felt herself relax, breathing in whatever he was wearing that held the scent of sandalwood and black tea, whatever it was, it was expensive - she knew. She’d brought enough grooming products over the years. Eddie had always favoured stronger, more overpowering scents as if to match his personality, but River wore something that felt more intimate, as if it was speaking directly to her senses.

She was almost close enough to press her face into his t-shirt and let the scent engulf her. His hand left her waist as the train stopped again and he turned to move towards the doors.

Off the train, he followed in her footsteps as she navigated through crowds of people. Occasionally separated by big groups, he found his way back to her, his light touch on her elbow letting her know he was still there.

She led him up through the tunnels and finally out into central London.

“So,” she said brightly. “I’ve no clue what to get her. Any ideas?” 

“I don’t think I’m the same demographic as your eight year old girl,” he said with a smirk.

“Shit, you don’t like Barbies, Nintendo and Taylor?” She turned aimlessly on the spot, hoping for inspiration.

“Can she skate?” He asked suddenly, pointing out a sports shop.

“Ice?” Ella looked doubtful.

“Roller?”

“Yes!” Her face brightened immediately into a smile. “Perfect,” she pulled him along and into the shop.

Emerging with roller boots, knee pads and helmet, Ella was over the moon. “This is amazing, these are so cute!”

“You could throw her a party?”

“And invite who? She’s an outcast at school at the moment, the kids are all shit scared of Coe. Sofia and Lulu would come, but I’d need to clear it with Flyte.”

“I’ll be there. Catherine, Louisa. Probably Shirley if you tell her there’ll be food.” She thought it over.

“I think that would work, hardly peak cool for nine though - a party with a bunch of grown ups? There is one thing I want to try and sort, but I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Go on?”

“I want to get her dog back from Eddie. She’s got this little - well, not so little - puppy at his place. She had him for Christmas and then not long after, Ed went to prison and I couldn’t get the dog back ‘cos his brother was living at the house. Now I’ve made her leave him behind again . Pretty sure if I could get Eugene back, I’d win brownie points for life.”

“I’m sorry, what was the fucking dog called?” He stopped short in the middle of the street.

“Eugene. From Tangled?” Ella smiled at the complete confusion on River’s face. “It’s her favourite. I’m sure she’ll let you watch it with us? Anyway, she named the dog after him.”

“Eugene,” he muttered with a low laugh. “OK. So we need to try and get Eugene back.”

“Since when did you become such a team player?” She nudged him.

“I’m not.”

“Oh but you are! You’ve reformed.”

“Hmm. Don’t get telling everyone else, they’ll all expect special treatment.” He led her back towards the underground station and on to Slough House. 

*

“Wish my feet were teeny enough to give these a whirl,” Shirley held up the roller boots and stared enviously. 

“You can hire them? When the police finally call me to say Eddie’s been held, I'll be able to take Clo. There's a roller disco every Friday near the safe house.” 

“Oh my god, a roller disco!” Shirley squeaked, “Fucking fuuuun! Do you skate?”

“God, I can, but it's been years. I'll be on my arse in a heartbeat.” Ella laughed, putting hers and River's tea down on the desk. 

“Thanks, El.” He muttered. “Got it, Ho?”

“Nearly there,” Ho typed some more commands. “Ladies and… Cartwright, I give you, the CCTV from the Cole residence.” Ella peered over his shoulder for a closer look. 

“Fuck me, that's weird.” She whispered. 

“You ok?” Shirley kicked her foot causing her balance to shift and she lurched into River who was looking over Ho's other shoulder. 

“Oh, shit Shirl, sorry River,”

“Sorry, you alright?” 

“Yeah, it's just strange. Seeing my own house through the cameras. There he is, there's Genie!” A beagle puppy bounced into view, running around the driveway.

“So, we're dognapping?” Shirley asked eagerly. 

“No. Maybe. I don't know?” Ella looked uncertain, “I just want Clo to have him back. Maybe I should just call Eddie, tell him I want the damn dog back.”

“No fucking way.” River replied through gritted teeth. “There's got to be another way.”

“Well, we can figure it out later,” she decided. Ho's phone buzzed across the desk with a 5pm alarm, “Ho's got places to be.”

“Bitches to see.” He supplied.

“Ugh, keep calling women ‘bitches’ and I doubt you'll see a pussy ever again.” Shirley sneered. 

“If he ever has?” Ella questioned.

“That's true, y'know those fake silicone ones don't count?”

“Oi, what's with the abuse? I've seen many, many pussies actually. More than him ,” he jabbed a thumb in River's direction. 

“Not something to brag about, Rodders. It's not the quantity, it's whether you actually have a clue what to do.” Ella teased. “Now, off you pop, there's a sports sock and a tub of lube waiting for you at home.” Ho blushed as he pulled on his jacket and grabbed his backpack. 

“I think I preferred when you were the quiet one,” he rolled his eyes. “See you fuckers tomorrow.”

“Bye Ho,” Shirley waved, smiling brightly. Ella stifled a loud laugh behind her hand, “have fun!” The wave turned into the universal signal for wanker.

“God, how on earth has he survived this place with you here, Dander?” Ella wondered aloud, a firm hand in River's back gently pushing him to the exit.

“He fucking loves it, mate. I swear he thinks it's foreplay.” She fake heaved and said her goodbyes as she went back up to her office while Ella and River went for the exit. 

“The world could not handle a Ho/Dander love story,” Ella confirmed from the passenger seat of River's car. 

“I don't think they could either,” he sniggered. 

“Good that she's a bit happier, feels like she's found some peace lately.” 

Ella fell into silence during the drive, lost in thought. She envied how free and wild Shirley was, how poised and strong Louisa was. As if reading her mind, River interrupted her thoughts. 

“You'll find it too,” he assured her, pulling up at the school gates. As she turned with a smile, the view through the windscreen made her stop dead. Seeing her pale, he followed her gaze. “That's him?” He asked grimly. She nodded. 

“Fuck, I feel sick.”

“I'll let Coe know to stay inside, I'll get him to call the police. Stay here, just ignore him.”

“Yeah,” Ella felt ready to bolt at any moment. Her legs carried her without thought, as she ignored his suggestion and got out of the car, leaving the door open behind her. 

“Ella,” River called from the car, she didn't turn back. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked calmly. Eddie leaned against the wall of the school. 

“Wanted to see my little angel.”

“She doesn't want to see you.”

“Been poisoning her against me, have you?”

“She saw what you did, Eddie. There's no going back from that.”

“She saw what you did as well, darls. Moving on already?” He gestured behind her where she felt calmed by River's presence.

“You need to leave -”

“Get a fucking grip, Ella. You won't win, I can make you disappear. Nothing but a fucking slut.” She felt River move as he went to launch himself in front of her and towards Eddie. “Hold up, your little puppy wants a scrap,” Eddie laughed. Ella put herself between the two, choosing to face River rather than Eddie. 

“Don't, don't do anything - he's not worth it, River,” she implored as he tried to get around her. “River, please!” She said firmly, placing a hand on his chest and grabbing the cotton of his t-shirt in her hands. “Please don't. I will not let him hurt the people I care about.” She turned back to Eddie and stood firmly against River to hold him back. “Leave, Eddie. It’s done, you don't control me anymore. I'm not going to let you hurt me, or Clo, or anyone I love anymore. We're done.” As she spoke, sirens and blue lights filled the area immediately surrounding the school. She laughed with nervous relief, “see? It's over.”

“If you think that, then you're more stupid than you look, darls. I'll decide when it's done. You're still my wife, you belong to me.”

Police officers surrounded them, slowly approaching Eddie. 

“Eddie Cole, you're under arrest for assault and harassment, get on your knees with your hands behind your head -” one officer called out, Eddie acquiesced but kept his gaze firmly on Ella. 

“It's far from over, darlin’. You won't get rid of me.”

“Fuck off, Eddie. Stay the fuck away from us.”

“Get comfortable, Ella. Shack up with your new boy and relax. I want it to really fucking hurt next time I see you, and him.” He jutted his chin towards River.

He was dragged from the floor and roughly pushed into a police car. An officer approached them - one of the same officers from Lamb's office. 

“Mrs Cole, apologies, it took us a few days to track your husband down.”

“Hmm, isn't it a good job we were here so he wasn't able to get to his daughter?” The officer had the good grace to look ashamed. “Do you need anything from me, or can I go now?” The officer waved them off and went back to his colleagues with his tail between his legs. 

Ella turned away, back to River who'd finally dropped his guard.

“I shouldn't have done that -” he started.

“I shouldn't have stopped you.”

“You were right to, god, I want to fucking kill him myself.” 

Ella felt herself deflate as the fear overtook her, “I’ll never have a life while he's around -”

“You will, of course you will.”

“You heard him, River. Oh my god,” a hand flew to her mouth, “the things he said to you -”

“Ella, forget that, I don't care what he said to me. It's you I'm worried about.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologise for him. You need to stop apologising for him.” 

She sighed, resigned. “I know,” she murmured. 

“Let's get Clo?” He nudged her towards the door. 

“What am I going to tell her?”

“The truth, El. You can try and protect her from stuff, but you can't lie to her.”

“I never would,” she whispered. 

Coe met them at the door with only a raised eyebrow and a nod, leaving immediately afterwards. Clover sat in the small reception area with her bag at her feet. 

“What's going on? Why wouldn't JK let me out?” She demanded.

“Can I explain at home? Properly?” Ella asked. Clover scuffed her shoes against the carpet and shrugged. 

Ella held out a hand, a peace offering. She could see Clover weighing up what to do next, looking first at Ella and then at River who gave her an encouraging smile.

It felt like an eternity, but Clover's warm hand slid into hers and they went home. 

Despite there being more than enough space for the two of them in the house, Ella climbed into Clover's bed and held her daughter close. 

“Your dad came to school this evening. To see you -” she started.

“Not me,” Clover said softly. “You. He wants us both back.”

“Do you understand why I don't want that, lovey?”

The scent of strawberries from Clover's shampoo filled Ella's nose as the girl nodded. “I believe that the best way to protect you, is for you to live with me. But, Clo, I'm not going to tell you whether you can or can't have a relationship with your dad. That bit needs to be your own decision.”

“So I could still see him? If I wanted to?” Clover asked. 

“If you wanted to still see him, then I'd find a way to make that happen sweetheart.”

“Even though you don't want to?”

“Yeah, Clo. As long as you're safe, I'll make it work.”

“I don't want to.” She said decisively. “I saw him hurt you. And when JK wasn't looking, I saw him today and I thought he'd do it again.”

“You can change your mind, you might as you get older.” Clover shook her head. 

“I only need you.” 

“I love you, my precious girl.” Ella squeezed tighter, her tears falling into Clover’s hair.

*

Steam billowed from the shower as Ella slid the door back and stepped out on the morning of Clover’s birthday a few days later. Louisa had driven them home the night before with River disappearing halfway through the day. Ella ran through the list in her head of everything she needed to get done. 

She glanced quickly at the fading bruises on her stomach, her hand skimming over the dusting of light stretch marks that remained with her nine years after Clover's birth. She was considering taking Shirley up on the suggestion of self defence classes, her body - slim, but soft and pliant - had no strength. 

“Oh my god!” A squeal from downstairs startled her and she yanked a towel from the rail. 

She was still pulling it around her as she reached the bottom step, water dripping to the floor. 

Clover rolled on the living room floor with a brown tangle of fur and limbs. “Mum! It's Eugene!” She shrieked. 

At the centre of the chaos was River. Ella flushed, pulling the towel a little tighter, her arms crossing over her chest.

“You -” she started, her voice hoarse. “You got the dog?” She saw his eyes flick from her face, down her body and back again and shifted self consciously on the spot, pulling a hand free to tug the towel down and cover her legs a little more. 

The dog spotted Ella and bounded over, nipping her ankles and rolling at her feet in greeting. “Genie,” she smiled at the puppy, desperate to reach up to her. With her free hand, she ruffled his ears.

“Can I take Genie outside mum?” Clover asked. 

“Yeah, go on babe, I don't want him to pee on the floor.” 

With Clover outside, Ella turned back to River. “How'd you get the dog?” She asked, wide eyed with disbelief. 

“Why don't I put the kettle on,” he offered, “you should get dressed. We've got a party to set up haven't we?” He said with a bashful smile. 

Ella got halfway back upstairs when she stopped and turned back to him. 

“You're a good man, River. Good job I didn't listen to Shirley, I knew she was peddling bullshit.”

“Probably wasn't all bullshit, only the good bits.” He smirked on his way to the kitchen, leaving her still dripping water on the stairs.

Chapter 6

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Formual 1 / MotoGP Fusion - Part 6

Summary: You are the first female MotoGP rider ever. You race for KTM Factory Racing, leaving Jack Miller your teammate, and one of your main sponsors is Red Bull. You grew up with most of the riders but your best friend is the multiple MotoGP Champion Marc Marquez. After your horrific crash the year before, you are ready to start the new season and probably a new love?

Pre-Story - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

A/N: Some pics are just random people - I know, I know, but they fit ;)

Ship: Not telling yet (Marc Marquez, Carlos Sainz or Charles Leclerc)

Warnings: none

Taglist: @laneyspaulding19, @luciaexcorvus, @raizelchrysanderoctavius

💥 Love Triangle Chronicles Continue: Y/N Y/L/N Kisses Carlos Sainz After F1 Miami GP, but Y/L/N's Twitter Comment Leaves Fans Bewildered! 💔😘

😱 The rollercoaster of emotions continues as conflicting signals bewilder fans, while Pierre Gasly's defense adds a new twist to the love saga! 💔🤔

In a stunning turn of events after the F1 Miami Grand Prix, the love triangle involving MotoGP star Y/N Y/L/N, Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz has taken yet another dramatic twist, leaving fans utterly bewildered. After an exhilarating race where Leclerc finished in P7 and Sainz secured P5, a captivating picture emerged, capturing Y/L/N congratulating Sainz with a tender kiss on the cheek, fueling the belief that they are more than just friends. However, Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter has cast a cloud of confusion over the entire affair, leading fans to question the true nature of her relationships. 💔😘🤔

The image, capturing the intimate moment between Y/L/N and Sainz, sent shockwaves through the racing community, with fans leaning towards Team Sainz as the preferred romantic interest for Y/L/N. Hearts shattered and emotions ran high as fans passionately declared their allegiance to their chosen driver in the hopes of capturing Y/L/N's heart. 💔💑🔥

However, just as fans were beginning to celebrate the apparent confirmation of the Y/L/N-Sainz romance, a surprising tweet from Y/L/N herself threw everything into disarray. In her comment, she emphatically stated that she and Sainz are merely friends, leaving followers in a state of confusion and raising questions about the true nature of the kiss shared after the race. 🤔💔

Adding another layer of intrigue to the already complex love saga, Charles Leclerc's best friend and fellow F1 driver, Pierre Gasly, stepped forward to defend his companion, asserting that Sainz and Y/L/N are indeed just friends. Gasly's intervention only served to further complicate matters, leaving fans wondering if he is trying to protect his best friend's interests or if there is more to the story than meets the eye. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

With conflicting signals and a web of emotions entangling the racing world, fans are left with more questions than answers. Will the true nature of Y/L/N's romantic connections ever be unveiled, or will this love triangle continue to confound and captivate us all? Stay tuned as the high-octane drama continues to unfold both on and off the track! 🏁🌟

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yourusername22 Great Q2 with @jackmilleraus on P4 and P3 for me! We gonna rock this race @ktmfactoryracing!!

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🌟 Leclerc's Surprise Appearance at MotoGP Le Mans: Charles Supports Y/L/N as She Secures P3 in Qualifying! 💥🏍️ ☑️ 

😱 Love triangle takes a backseat as attention turns to an unexpected MotoGP rendezvous and Y/L/N's impressive performance! 🤩

In a stunning twist to the ongoing love triangle saga, F1 star Charles Leclerc was spotted at the MotoGP Le Mans in France, putting the focus momentarily on the racetrack rather than the tangled web of relationships. The Monagesque driver surprised fans as he appeared to support his rumored love interest, Y/N Y/L/N, who delivered an impressive performance by securing P3 in the qualifying session. 💥🏍️🇫🇷

While rumors of a romance between Y/L/N and Leclerc have been circulating, the attention temporarily shifted to their professional endeavors as Y/L/N's outstanding achievement took center stage. Fans were captivated by her prowess on the track, leaving the love debate momentarily on hold. The electrifying atmosphere at Le Mans was charged with excitement as Y/L/N showcased her skills, leaving spectators in awe. 🏆🌟

As the dust settled from the thrilling qualifying session, attention inevitably returned to the ongoing love saga. Fans, who had been leaning towards Team Sainz after Y/L/N's affectionate gesture at the F1 Miami GP, were left pondering the true nature of her connections once again. Y/L/N's recent comment on Twitter stating that she and Sainz are just friends added another layer of confusion, fueling speculation and raising questions about her interactions with Leclerc. 😘💔🤔

Adding to the intrigue, Charles Leclerc's best friend, Pierre Gasly, previously defended Sainz and Y/L/N's friendship, leading fans to wonder if his presence at the MotoGP race was a subtle show of support for Y/L/N's racing achievements rather than a romantic gesture. The love triangle saga continues to twist and turn, captivating fans with every unexpected development. 💔🔥🔄  

As the racing world eagerly awaits the next chapter in this enthralling narrative, the focus now shifts back to the MotoGP Le Mans race itself. Will Y/L/N's outstanding performance on the track translate into a victorious finish, further intensifying the love triangle storyline? Buckle up, racing enthusiasts, for the journey is far from over, and the final lap promises to be the most exhilarating yet! 🏁🌟

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WIP Wednesday - SoCal to NorCal Ch 1 preview - Frankie x afab!Reader x Joel (+ taglist request!)

Oh hello darlings! I figured I would treat you to an excerpt from the first chapter of my very first (!!!) series. It’s planned as a 3-4 parter right now, although it may turn into more than that — depends on how much I end up writing. The main pairing is boyfriend!Frankie x afab!Reader x husband!Joel, but, as a treat, you get a whole chapter with boyfriend!Frankie x afab!Reader x Santi 😏 👇 (18+, MDNI, smut under the cut!)

“Sweetness, I need you so badly,” Frankie whispers into your ear. When you quietly moan in response, you can feel Frankie’s hands slip down the silk and hear him shuffle behind you. Opening your eyes, you see him on his knees, starting to ruck up the back of your dress.

“Frankie,” you hiss, grabbing his hands, desperate but concerned. “What if Santi sees?”

“What if I want to watch?” you hear suddenly over your shoulder, slightly beyond Frankie, and you gasp when you realize Santi is leaning against the open balcony door, sipping mezcal straight from the bottle. A fire ripples from the base of your spine upwards, and you turn to Frankie, whose eyes have gone nearly black with desire but remain on you. Your lips pop open slightly, and you freeze.

“Well, querida, answer the man,” Frankie rasps. “Either you let him watch or make him go back inside, but either way, I’m eating this sweet pussy.”

Thank you to @for-a-longlongtime and @mountainsandmayhem for previewing and screaming about it with me.

Anyone else interested in being on this series’s taglist? Feel free to comment or RB and I’ll add you on! 😘

Also paging @legendary-pink-dot 🥰