#it would’ve been a perfect job if I didn’t have to talk on the phone

[morganbritton132]

Born for a tedious job where you type stuff into a computer all day. Forced to be an accountant because data entry jobs have shit pay.

[dilf-din]

I Don’t Wanna Get Used to Not Having You Around

Frank Castle X f!reader for @xxdrixx

A gift for you my sweet friend!! Please enjoy a little fake dating Frank fic I cooked up!! Title is from In the Heights by Knox Hamilton

WC: 4100

Warnings: none, fake dating, slight sugar daddy vibes if you squint, no beta if you see a typo no you didn’t

Frank slipped into his usual haunt, black hood up and boot speckled with rain. Incessant drizzles like this one meant a thinner crowd than usual. Of course, he did a quick scan of the room from the wide window before he entered. A group of college aged guys gathered around the pool table, three middle aged men at the far end of the bar watching the giants play, and a girl at the opposite end hunched over a drink he couldn’t make out. Once he deduced there were no threats, he entered quietly, stamping his feet on the crooked mat to rid himself of any larger raindrops and pushing it straight with the toe of his boot before taking a seat on one of the barstools with frayed seams and stuffing spilling out.

Two stars on yelp meant cheap drinks and sparse evenings. Perfect for someone like him.

He flagged down the bartender for a beer and shrugged his hood down. A bruise on his cheek was fading to a sickly green, but he was otherwise free of wounds which was a rarity.

Frank fished a book from his inner jacket pocket and noticed the girl two seats down from him more clearly now. Watery eyes, a pile of disintegrating tissues in her pockets that she had been using to dry the stream of tears. Chipped nail polish that had clearly been picked at and a phone that she incessantly checked for a message that didn’t seem to be coming.

For some reason, he was overcome with pity for this stranger.

He cleared his throat, “If the drink’s that bad, I can buy ya another one.”

You tensed slightly at his voice and looked to see who he was talking to before realizing it was you.

“Oh,” you laughed, a small one but a real one. “No, this is the only thing that’s helping.”

Frank nodded and cracked his book open, unable to parse if he should further the conversation.

He closed his book just as quickly as he had opened it, “Shitty guy?”

“The shittiest,” you instantly responded, turning slightly on the stool to face him.

The bartender set Frank’s beer down and he gave a quiet, “Thank you,” accompanied by a nod.

“My ex is engaged, to a girl I hate,” you drew out the H sound incredulously. “We went to the same college and she was always weirdly competitive with me, going for the same opportunities, stealing my ideas and trying to outdo me. We even applied for the same job at the end, and she got it instead of me. And he fed me some bullshit about us being incompatible. I feel like I got traded in for the better model,” your voice wavered. You picked up your drink and drained the second half in one gulp.

“That’s,” Frank paused, “Profoundly shitty.”

“They invited me to their engagement party,” you scoffed, pushing your phone away from you.

“Yikes,” Frank scratched the back of his head.

“And I’m still at the same shitty job living in the same shitty apartment. No date. Nothing nice to wear, no way to pretend like I’m a fraction as okay as them,” you signaled to the bartender for a refill.

“You might want it straight from the bottle,” Frank whispered, making a slight gesture towards their kitchen and wordlessly grimacing.

“Gross,” you wrinkled your nose, “Thanks for the tip.”

“When’s the party?”

“Tomorrow,” you groaned and laid your head on the cool tile of the bar before quickly retracting from the sticky residue you were met with.

“How did I never notice how bad this place is?” you laughed.

“It’s easy to ignore when you’re trying to forget everything else.”

“Who are you trying to forget?” you asked softly, resting your chin against your hands and really taking him in for the first time.

A strong jaw and nose, broad shoulders, neat hair and square posture. You would’ve guessed ex-military even before you eyed the dog tags around his neck with what looked to be a wedding ring.

“I’m sorry. That was out of line”, you apologized quickly.

He shrugged it off, “Nah, you’re just making conversation with the jackass who hit you up at the bar. I’m the one who didn’t mind my business.”

“Well I don’t think you’re a jackass.”

“You’d be in the minority then,” he scoffed a laugh and took a swig of his beer.

A short silence hung in the air between you. The clack of pool balls, loud complaints from the men watching football, the roar of the heater in the corner. Your head swam a little under the low lights as you stared at the man beside you. Feeling bold, you slid over to another stool until only one sat between you.

“I’m Frank,” he smiled.

Fuck. He was tanked.

While the two of you made further conversation, Frank took in everything about you. The shine of your eyes, the lilt of your laugh, the way your hair fell across your face and how badly he wanted to brush it behind your ear so it no longer obscured his view of you.

For hours the two of you chatted and drank. At some point, Frank scooted to the stool next to yours until your shoulders were flush against each other.

He leaned in to whisper to you, observations and wisecracks about the other bar patrons. You could feel the stubble on his cheek against your earlobe and his breath falling on your cheek, clouding your senses and making you forget that you had chosen that bar to be alone and cry tonight.

“I have a stupid idea,” he said, angling his body towards yours and you missed the contact of his shoulder.

“I love stupid ideas,” you grinned.

“Let me take you to that party tomorrow. I’ll pretend to be your boyfriend. We can show them what they’re missing.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you laughed, then paused to contemplate.

Frank knew this was a bad idea. That if you said yes, he’d be in too deep. He was already under your spell and you weren’t even trying to be anything but an unguarded, unfiltered version of yourself.

“You don’t have to do that. Keeping me company tonight means I’m already in your debt. I don’t like when the score is that uneven.”

“On the contrary, you kept a lonely guy like me company tonight, so I actually owe you.”

You laughed and looked down, really starting to consider his offer.

“You would do that?”

“If there’s anything I love, it’s giving people hell. Having a beautiful girl on my arm is just a bonus.”

“Yeah. Okay,” you nodded.

The two of you exchanged contact info, when and where he should pick you up, and parted ways, but not before he insisted on walking you home. You could tell he wasn’t a creep, and that his insistence came from a place of concern and protection. You looked at the ring hanging from his neck, and allowed him to accompany you. Something told you he was carrying some regret about not being able to protect someone once. Plus he had already punched your address into the contact in his phone, so it’s not like seeing it in person put you at any greater risk. If anything, you did feel safe walking next to him. You noticed the way his eyes scanned every alley and intersection. Though you weren’t holding hands, you felt the urge to cling to him as he guided you through the rainy night.

“This is me,” you announced at the foot of a staircase leading to a well lit brick building. “I’m that one right there,” you pointed to the corner window on the third floor.

“I’ll uh, see you tomorrow,” he shifted on his heels and shoved his hands into his jacket pockets.

“Good night, Frank,” you smiled, casting one last look over your shoulder at the mysterious man before unlocking the door to let yourself in.

Frank lingered on the sidewalk, counting the seconds until he saw the light in your window flip on. He disappeared before you could check the pavement to see him still standing there.

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You woke the morning to splitting headache and two texts from Frank.

“Good morning. Drink some water before you do anything.”

“Heard you mention you didn’t have anything to wear. Get yourself something nice.”

Attached to the second message was an apple payment for $300.

You responded immediately.

“Frank this is ridiculous. I can’t take this money from you.”

Three dots as he immediately started typing his response.

“Consider it a thank you. Been a long time since I had a night as nice as last night.”

“Well thank you back.”

“See you at 7”

You dropped your phone to your chest and stared at the ceiling. What have you gotten yourself into.

A gurgling growl from your stomach coaxed you out of bed to assemble any kind of breakfast to sop up this hangover, accompanied by a tall glass of water, doctor’s orders.

After breakfast, you showered to get the smell of last night out of your hair. When you gathered your laundry to toss in the washing machine, you caught of whiff of Frank’s cologne on your hoodie, and fished it out. For some reason, you wanted to save that little memory, and laid it across the foot of your bed while you dressed to get ready for your shopping excursion.

It was windy this week, and your eyes stung as you stepped into the brisk air. You drew your scarf a little higher up and trekked into town. There was a department store not too far from where you lived, so you decided to try there and hope for the best.

The store was almost empty, save for a few ladies holding up sweaters to their bodies to check the length of the sleeves before placing them back on the rack.

Nothing stood out to you until you found a black velvet mini dress. It had a high neck and long sleeves, and the fabric slightly sparkled in the right light. On the way to the dressing room, you spotted a pair of knee high boots cut from the same fabric. There was one pair left in your size that you grabbed to try on as well.

It fit like a glove. The expanse of your thigh that peeked out between the boots and the bottom of the dress made you look elongated and sexy.

“Not too bad,” you murmured, doing a spin to admire your figure from every angle. With a few accessories and your hair pulled back into a bun, this would do quite nicely.

On your way to the register, you stopped to pick a pair of dangly gold earrings.

There was still a good bit of daylight left before Frank was supposed to pick you up, and you found yourself feeling antsy.

“Found a dress. Want to see?”

“I’ll wait till tonight. Bet you look beautiful.”

Another wave of butterflies.

“Are you doing anything?”

“Negative.”

“Early dinner?”

“Sure thing. I’ll be there at 5.”

Though it was still early afternoon, at least you shaved a few hours off until you could see him again. You found yourself strangely looking forward to the whole evening.

Popping in your headphones, you decided to clean your apartment. You danced from room to room mopping the floors and dusting the corners. You switched your laundry to the dryer and decided to toss in your sheets while you had the momentum.

At the end of your cleaning stint, it was nearing 3:30, and you decided you could start getting ready.

You brushed your teeth, applied simple makeup, and plucked a few stray hairs while an audiobook droned on in the background. Pulling on the dress once again, you were in love with the way it hugged your body, feeling a confidence you had been missing. A small jewelry box sat on your cluttered vanity holding not much besides a few pieces your mother had given you.

Carefully, you fished out the tennis bracelet and matching necklace that would perfectly complement the earrings you had picked up today. The last thing to do was pull your hair into a loose bun at the base of your neck. You pulled a few strands out to frame your face, and heard the buzzer to your apartment.

“You’re early,” you teased.

“Need me to walk around the block and come back?”

Without answering, you buzzed him in.

Suddenly, the butterflies were back. You did a once over in the mirror and sprayed on your perfume right when you heard a gentle knock at your door.

Without looking through the peephole, you unlatched the door to let Frank inside.

He smiled and presented a bouquet of flowers to you.

“Well hello,” you tried to conceal the heat that was rising to your face.

“My ma told me to always bring a lady flowers,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t an incredibly sweet gesture for two near strangers.

“And mine taught me to send thank you notes, so expect one this week,” you smiled turning to get them in a vase before the two of you left for the evening.

Angel, your small white cat mewled pitifully at Frank who bent down to scratch behind her ears.

You filled a vase with water and set the bouquet into it, carefully rearranging a few stems. It was a beautiful palette of whites and oranges.

“Do you still need a minute?”

“I just need my boots and coat,” you replied, rounding the corner out of the kitchen and skidding by him in mismatched ankle socks that he found incredibly endearing.

You sat on the edge of the overstuffed ottoman by the chair at the door and pulled the boots up your long legs, zipping them and brushing a bit of lint off of them. Frank looked away, turning to pretend to admire your wall art instead.

“What do you think?” You asked nervously fidgeting with the hem.

“I think you look like a million bucks,” he said quietly. He held his hand out for you to grab and do a little spin.

“Try three hundred,” you winked and he cracked a nervous laugh. Moving his hand up to run it over his chin and try to conceal his smitten smile.

“I think you look good enough to make that doofus see he’s missing out.”

“You clean up nice yourself,” you pulled your long black coat out of the closet and Frank wordlessly held it open for you to slip your arms into.

Frank was also in all black, sporting a button down and tie with jeans with some chelsea boots that looked new, or like something he only pulled out for special occasions. On top of it all he had a leather jacket that fit him like a glove.

“We’re so in sync we matched. We already have that couple telepathy,” you joked, grabbing your bag and dropping your phone in next to your keys. “Bye, Angel,” you cooed to your cat, leaning down to offer your nose that she gently pressed her own into.

Christ that was cute.

“I got us a table at a place close to the party,” he explained on the way down to his truck.

“You’re quite the planner,” you said sounding impressed.

“Something like that that,” he mumbled, closing your door behind you and making his way to the driver’s seat.

Though old, he kept his truck in perfect condition. There was an air freshener shaped like a tree hanging from the mirror, the windshield was spotless, and the floor mats even looked recently vacuumed. The radio played classic rock low through the speakers as you made light conversation on the way to the restaurant. You kept reminding yourself this wasn’t a real date. This was all just part of the act. You might not even see him after tonight, so why were you so nervous?

Frank turned on the charm over dinner, bantering with the waitstaff and ordering expensive wine for you to share. You started to wonder where he got this seemingly never ending supply of money and why he was spending it on you of all people. He was polite, paid cash, left generous tips. The thought of him being in the mob crossed your mind.

Frank checked the watch on his wrist, “It’s almost showtime. You need another minute?”

You finished off the glass of wine in front of you and exhaled, “Let’s just get this over with.”

Frank helped you into your jacket once more and offered you a firm hand to hold as you stepped over the threshold of the restaurant. His manners also never seemed to be in short supply. You bet to everyone else, you looked like a normal couple on a normal night out, not two strangers on a mission to scorn your ex. It was fun to pretend that this was for real.

You were quiet on the drive to the party, absentmindedly picking at what remained of your nail polish and wishing you had thought to repaint your nails.

Frank could sense your nerves.

“Just say the word and we can go.”

You looked over to meet his intense gaze.

“I can tell this is tearin’ ya up. So if you want to forget this whole thing, we can leave now. I’m sorry I even suggested it.”

“No, no I think this will be good for me. I need to face them. Thank you though,” you smiled sincerely.

Frank parked a few blocks down. He pulled the key from the ignition and exhaled.

“Ready when you are.”

“Let’s get it over with,” you sighed, reaching down for your purse.

Frank rushed out to open your door before you could even think about touching it.

“My lady,” he smiled charmingly as he offered you an arm down.

“Frankie, you’re too good to me,” you leaned against his arm, and he felt his throat tighten at your closeness.

“Their names are Beck and Dawn,” you whispered as you made your way to their stairs.

“Which is which?” He asked in earnest.

You tried to conceal a snicker as you let yourself in.

The halls were crowded with a number of faces you didn’t recognize and a few you did. Old classmates and colleagues, friends of Beck’s.

Less than a minute in and you already felt like you were suffocating.

You fished a card out of your purse and dropped it on a table that seemed to be collecting gifts and well wishes.

“Let’s get this over with,” you turned your head up to whisper to him.

Frank helped you out of your jacket and laid it next to his on a chair, then rested his hand on the small of your back. You tried to not think about the warmth of his skin and the width of his palm as you headed into the kitchen, exchanging a few polite greetings.

“They’re over there, but I want them to come to us,” you leaned up to whisper again.

Frank turned into you and nuzzled his nose against yours in a way that made you dizzy.

“She’s looking at us,” he whispered against your earlobe. His breath was hot on your neck, and for a second you thought about turning around and shoving your tongue down his throat to really sell it.

Frank’s hands lighted on your hips and he leaned in to whisper again, “You look sexy as hell. Don doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“Dawn is the girl,” you hissed through a giggle.

“I told you I can’t tell the difference,” he laughed genuinely and both of your faces were lit up as Dawn and Beck made their way to you.

“Hey you!” Beck drew you into an awkward side hug.

“We didn’t think you would show,” Dawn said with a hint of true shock in her voice.

“Oh we were already in the neighborhood so we figured we might as well,” you shrugged. “This is Frank,” you smiled with a hand pressed to his side as the other was wrapped around his back.

Frank gave Beck a firm handshake, firmer than he should have but he couldn’t resist. When Beck drew his hand back and shook it out he asked, “Are you military, Frank?”

“Retired marine.”

“Oh hey, semper fi.”

Frank stared at him blankly. He could tell from everything about this goon that he had never served anything but overpriced coffee.

“Funny how life works out, huh?” Dawn forced a smile as she caressed Beck’s lacking bicep. Frank tried and failed to not feel incredibly superior to both of them.

“Yeah I’d say we both found people who deserve us,” you volleyed back.

Frank’s grip on your waist tightened in a possessive way that flooded you with heat as he and Beck seemed to be in a silent stare down.

Feeling bold you decided to say one more thing, “I hope you drive each other crazy. You truly deserve it.”

Beck started to say something, but you took long strides to the exit, leaving him behind once and for all. Frank shrugged and raised his eyebrows as if he had nothing else to add, following you back to the car.

Tomorrow they would open a card addressed to them congratulating Dawn on once again stealing something that belonged to you.

In your rush to leave, you left your jacket and were met with an unpleasant gust of wind.

Frank followed behind you a moment later, holding your jacket open to step into once again.

“My savior,” you murmured. Your heart was still pounding as nearly a decade of feeling looked over and plotted against settled in your throat. Hot tears spilled down your cheeks before you had a chance to convince them not to.

“Hey, hey. None of that,” Frank said softly, swiping the tears away with rough knuckles.

You stood on the stoop trying to compose yourself, and buried your face in Frank’s chest. He wrapped his arms around you without hesitation and settled his feet to become a wall against the biting wind.

“Not that I mind holding ya, but do you wanna go somewhere else away from these assholes?”

“Yes please,” you sniffed, following him back to his truck.

Once you had settled into the cab, Frank turned the heat on and adjusted the vents so you could warm your fingers beneath them.

“I’m sorry,” you started.

Frank scoffed as he prepared to chastise you.

“Not for crying, for bringing you here. I have too much baggage with both of them. It wasn’t fair to rope a stranger into all this.”

You met his gaze with a fresh wave of tears crowding your eyes.

“Couple things, sweetheart. One, you didn’t drag me anywhere. I’m not the kind of guy who does things I don’t want to do. And second, you don’t have to apologize. We’ve all got baggage. Some of us carry it with us everywhere,” he cleared his throat. “And third, I know it’s been a weird coupla days, but I’d love to not be strangers when this is all said and done.”

You searched his face and only saw things you had always longed for: patience, sincerity, adoration.

“I can tell you feel broken right now, but it won’t always feel that way. Forget those jokers. They don’t know what they’re missing. I think I walked out with the prize tonight.”

Frank licked his lips nervously and cast his eyes downward. It wasn’t like him to be so bold, but he had learned long ago that hesitating means you lose out on the best stuff life could give you.

You scooted closer to him, leaving a small space like you had in the bar. Frank scooted closer to you and closed the gap. His hands on your neck were rough and warm as he pulled you into a kiss.

He kissed like a man who had known both love and loss, passion and regret. It was tender, holy, all consuming.

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do that since yesterday,” he laughed against your mouth, stealing another quick kiss.

“I promise I’ll never make you wait 24 hours again,” you laughed back.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he drew his hands back and started pressing buttons on his watch.

“What are you doing?”

“Settin’ a timer,” he smiled, not meeting your eyes as he moved the small dials with his large fingers.

[allthingsimagines]

State of Grace

“This is a state of grace. This is the worthwhile fight. Love is a ruthless game, unless you play it good and right” - State Of Grace by Taylor Swift

Rick Grimes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: The group is wary of Aaron, until he reveals information that shocks the group to their core.

Takes place in season five at the start of the Alexandria arc!

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Swearing, childbirth, fluff, and ooc Rick

a/n: This has been sitting in my drafts for literal years. It’s not great, but I don’t care!! I hope you enjoy! Also, sorry for the formatting I’m on my phone!

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The group all stood on high alert as they stared Aaron down as he sat tied to the pole. He was an outsider and knew far too much about them for any of them to be comfortable.

Rick was at the edge. He would either fall off and lose himself or pull himself back. The group was doing their best to keep him stable, but after Terminus, the death of Beth, and his own wife being lost after the Prison he was close to being too far gone. The only reason he hadn’t yet was for Carl and Judith. If he hadn’t had them he would’ve been long gone by now.

Aaron was another threat to the group’s safety.

Rick stalked around him as the group watched on. He seemed like a predator about to go in for the kill. Rick had always been an intimidating guy, but after the loss of his wife and the months on the road he wasn’t sure he’d ever fully return to who he had been when she was alive.

When the Prison fell everyone got scattered. Rick had been in the yard, Carl with Daryl, Judith with the kids, and Y/N had been in the sick wing helping Maggie evacuate people. When everyone got separated she’d just disappeared. No one had seen her since that day and there was no indication she was alive. Rick had lost hope a long time ago. She was tough, but it was difficult enough for them to survive as a big group. There was no way she would have made it months on her own.

Aaron gulped as the group discussed what to do, “My job is to convince you to follow me back home.”

Everyone looked around skeptically at his words. Aaron sighed, he knew it would take a lot of convincing, “I know, if I were you, I wouldn’t go either until I knew exactly what I was getting into.”

Aaron looked around at the big group and took a breath to steady himself. He’d been following them for two weeks and still didn’t know half as much as he would’ve liked to about them. He knew Rick was the leader and had two kids. He knew a few others like Maggie, Sasha, and Glenn, but the rest of them were strangers for now. Yet, he knew they’d keep them alive.

Alexandria needed people who knew how to survive and navigate the world they lived in now. The only people in the community who knew how to was himself, Eric, Deanna, Enid, and Y/N. She was the perfect person to teach them, but she wasn’t much help outside the walls since she was pregnant.

“Sasha, can you hand Rick my pack? Front pocket, there's an envelope,” Aaron asked and Sasha complied as she brought it to him.

“There's no way I could convince you to come with me just by talking about our community. That's why I brought those. I apologize in advance for the picture quality,” Aaron said as Rick pulled them out and looked through them.

“No one gives a shit,” Daryl grumbled out and Aaron nodded quickly.

A few others crowded around Rick to look at the pictures when the baby began crying. The teenager tried his best to calm her, but she just wailed. Rick pinched his brow and sighed, “Carl, will you get Judith the binky in my pack.”

The boy quickly complied as he tried to soothe his sister. Aaron’s eyes widened and he felt his heart jump at his words. He quickly leaned forward, pulling against his binds, “Your son is Carl and your daughter is Judith?”

The group all shared confused looks as Aaron looked like he’d had a world ending revelation. Rick passed the pictures to Glenn as he moved closer to Aaron, “What’s it matter to you?”

He kneeled down in front of Aaron and glared down at him, “Why do you need to know?”

Aaron swallowed, trying to compose himself, before looking up at Rick, “Did you have a wife named Y/N?”

Rick physically recoiled at the question and everyone tensed. How would he know her? Carl stepped closer to them, Judith held firmly at his hip as she was quiet now, “How do you know my mom?”

Aaron looked sympathetically at Carl and Judith before looking back to Rick. He looked as if Aaron had flipped his whole world, “How do you know that name?”

“She’s alive. She’s been living in our community with my husband and I for the past few months. She’s talked about your family endlessly- I just didn’t put it together,” Aaron breathed out and he saw the whole group react to his words.

Rick stumbled back and stood deathly still as he paled. Carl moved forward, his eyes full of hope, “How can we trust you? Where’s my mom!”

Aaron nodded towards his bag, “There’s a picture of her in the inside zipper of my bag.”

Glenn quickly unzipped the pocket before pulling out the picture and passing it to Rick. Rick couldn’t believe his eyes as he stared at it. It was her. She was leaning her head on a man’s shoulder, who he assumed was Aaron’s husband, with a bright smile on her face.

She was alive and happy.

Rick let out a choked sob as Carl tore the picture from his hands and broke down as well as he clutched his sister to him. The whole group was visibly affected by his words as they all had bright looks on their faces. Rick pulled Carl into his side and pressed a kiss to his head, “She’s alive. We’re gonna have your mom back.”

Glenn cut Aaron free and he stood up and rubbed his wrists. Rick released Carl, but when he turned to Aaron to say something he noticed the odd look on his face. Rick moved closer to Aaron and felt his stomach drop, “What’s wrong?”

Aaron looked up at Rick and scratched his neck, “I don’t know how to say it.”

Rick pushed down his fear as he stepped closer to him, “Aaron what’s wrong with my wife?”

Aaron met Rick’s piercing eyes and breathed out, “She’s pregnant.”

Rick swore he’d died. There was no way that she’d lived, but now she was pregnant? She couldn’t be.

Rick grabbed Aaron’s shoulder as leverage as he almost fell over, “What?”

Aaron grabbed Rick’s arm, “My husband and I picked her up on the road five months ago and brought her back. We’ve been taking care of her. The baby is doing great and so is she. She helps our leader, Deanna, out as her advisor so she doesn’t have to leave the walls.”

Rick tried to take in deep breaths, but he could hardly comprehend that his wife was alive and now she was pregnant? Rick grabbed onto Aaron as he fell to his knees. He tried to breathe as everything became too much for him.

His wife was pregnant and she’d been alive this whole time. They were going to have another kid.

Aaron squeezed Rick’s arm and sighed, “Rick, she’s full term now and when I left she was having consistent Braxton Hicks.”

Rick almost fell over from how quickly he shot to his feet. Lori had those during both pregnancies and she’d given birth soon after. He needed to be there for her. Especially considering what had happened to Lori.

“What’s that mean?” Carl asked, quickly wiping any remnants of tears from his face.

“They’re false contractions, but they’re meant to prep your body for labor,” Maggie answered, coming up behind Carl and squeezing his shoulders supportively.

“Take me to her. Please,” Rick pleaded with Aaron and he was quick to nod.

“Yeah, okay, I’ll radio my husband to come get us in our RV. We can all fit, but it’ll be tight,” Aaron said, looking around for approval.

Everyone quickly moved to ready their gear and Aaron took that as his sign to radio Eric. He quickly moved towards his radio that had been tossed out of his bag and picked it up, “Eric, we need you to get us at the barn we scouted. They know Y/N. Her husband and kids are with them.”

“Oh my god. Okay, I’ll be there soon. Be safe,” Eric quickly responded.

Rick held Judith tightly to him as he moved over to Aaron and clapped his hand on his shoulder. Aaron quickly turned to him only to find his demeanor much more relaxed, more like the man Y/N had described. Rick let out a shaky breath and nodded, “Thank you.”

Aaron nodded and sighed, “She’s family to me too now. I’d do anything for her.”

Rick nodded as his nerves began to eat at him. The group packed up quickly and they all anxiously waited in the barn to leave. Twenty minutes passed before Eric pulled up and they all quickly filed in. He seemed stunned by the road hardened people that passed by him to get into the RV. The RV was big, but they had a large group now and they were all crammed in.

They all sat packed into the RV, each having their own quiet conversations for a while until Aaron’s radio went off. The whole group turned to look at him as he quickly fished it out.

“Hey, Aaron, you there?” A female voice said.

“Hey, Denise. What’s up?” Aaron responded.

“Just wanted to check in and give you an update. When are you heading back?” She asked.

Aaron looked around at the group and scratched the back of his neck, “Uh, actually now. I’m bringing back that group I scouted for Deanna. Tell her that we’ll be back in less than an hour and they’ll need to get check ups asap just in case.”

“I’ll let her know, but the doctors office is kinda busy today,” Denise said sounding hesitant.

“What? Did something happen?” Aaron quickly asked, sharing a nervous look with Eric.

“No! No, nothing bad, but we’re about to have a new baby around here soon. She wanted me to let you guys know,” Denise said, with a cheery tone to her voice.

The whole group froze as Aaron looked at Rick in slight horror. Rick kissed Judith’s head and squeezed Carl’s shoulder as he tried to be strong for them. The last time, Carl had to kill Lori after she needed a C-Section. Rick knew Carl wouldn’t survive losing his other mom the same way.

Aaron’s eyes softened as he noticed their family dynamic. He remembered what Y/N had told him about Carl’s mom and he could tell it was causing trauma to resurface for them.

“How is she? Everything going okay?” Aaron asked, nervous himself for his friend.

The radio was silent for a few moments until it crackled again and a new voice came over the radio, “She can speak for herself. I’m in active labor, not dead.”

The whole group shared a look of shock. It was her. Rick quickly moved to the front of the RV to stand next to Aaron, his blue eyes wide and unsure of what to do.

“And yes, I’m fine. I’m almost fully dilated, so not much to do but have terrible contractions till they come. Baby Grimes would like to make an appearance soon, so I’d appreciate if you hurried back. It’d be nice to have someone who I actually care about to hold my hand. You too Eric. How’d scouting that group go? They convinced yet?” She asked breathlessly as Rick and Aaron shared a look.

Baby Grimes. She hadn’t let go either. Rick had a child and wife waiting for him.

Aaron held the radio out to Rick and he looked at it nervously. What was he even supposed to say? Rick turned as Carl came up behind him and took Judith from his arms so he could hold her. Carl’s eyes were filled with a hope Rick hadn’t seen in years. Rick swallowed his fears and took the radio from Aaron’s hand.

“Darlin?” Rick said, his voice wobbling as he choked out the words.

The radio was silent for a moment before her shaky voice said, “Rick? Is that you?”

Rick fell to his knees at the sound of her voice. It was his wife. She was alive.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. We’re okay. We’re all on our way,” He breathed out as a hand squeezed his shoulder and he looked behind him to see Daryl behind him.

A loud cry came over the radio and the whole group from the prison visibly reacted with relief of their own as they finally had a family member back.

“Oh my god, I swore I’d never hear your voice again. Is everyone there? Carl? Judith? Please, please, tell me they’re okay,” She sputtered out through sobs.

Carl snatched the radio from his dad’s hands and shakily said, “Mom, mom, it’s me. We’re okay. Judith and I are okay. We miss you.”

“Carl, baby, I-I-,” She started but broke down into tears and the radio went silent for a second.

The whole group went dead silent as the radio cut out, but quickly reacted as she cried out over the radio. Rick rushed to Carl’s side as he stared at the radio in horror.

The radio cut back in and Y/N’s groans could be heard in the background, “She’s okay! Just bad contractions. She’s gonna need to push soon, so hurry if you guys can. I’m sorry I’ve got to go to make sure everything goes okay, but Aaron knows where the delivery room is. Deanna knows and she’ll have Spencer open the gates as soon as you get there and let them through.”

The radio then shut off and Rick looked up at Aaron in abject horror. What if he missed his child’s birth? What if something happened to her? Aaron squeezed his shoulder and shook him a bit to bring him back, “We’ll be back soon. She’s gonna be okay. We have good doctors and medical supplies to make sure of it.”

Rick nodded, seeming like he was off in a different place. Aaron moved back to Eric’s side and helped direct him the quickest way to Alexandria. Rick sat against the door of the RV, his mind running over every worse case scenario.

Nothing ever went right for him.

Right now he could have his wife and a new son or daughter when he arrived to Alexandria. Or he could lose them both, and he was sure that he would never survive that loss again of someone he loved so desperately.

Eric pushed the RV as hard as he possibly could without blowing anything mechanical. A half hour passed before Aaron finally announced that they were there. They all rushed to their feet and looked out the window to find a fenced in town with guard towers at the gates.

The group had been in one place with high fences before, but this place looked untouched from the apocalypse. Aaron turned to the group as Eric slowed as they got closer, “When we get in the gates, you will all have to turn over your weapons. We don’t allow people to have them, unless they’re on patrol or cleared by our leader Deanna or Y/N. You will all be interviewed by Deanna and then get a check up by one of our Doctors.

Rick and Carl, you’ll come with me. The rest of you will wait until I come and get you or you’re showed to a house. This community is pretty sheltered, so please take it easy around them for now. Understood?”

They all shared nervous looks before nodding in agreement. The RV came to a stop and Aaron and Rick shared a look.

They needed to go.

Carl passed Judith off to Carol as Eric quickly turned the car off and opened the doors and Aaron, Rick, and Carl quickly moved out.

The group rushed towards the gate as it slid open for them. Rick and Carl hardly had time to admire the community before Aaron waved his hand at them, “Come on. Medical center is over here.”

They hurriedly followed after Aaron and Eric as they ran towards one of the closest buildings and people stared as they sprinted past. Rick couldn’t have given less of a shit as he just ran after them.

Aaron barreled towards a house and quickly threw the door open. Rick’s eyes widened at the sound of his wife crying out. Rick shoved past Aaron and rushed toward the room. The continuing cries became louder from the door at the end of the hallway.

Rick quickly grabbed the handle and threw the door open and there she was. His wife was laying up against a mountain of pillows with her legs propped up.

Dear god.

Her eyes pooled with tears at the sight of her husband alive and in front of her. She released the sheets from her clutched hands and reached out for Rick, “Rick- oh my god.”

Rick went to rush to her when a woman quickly moved in front of him, “Woah! Okay, I know you want to see her, but you’re gonna put her and the baby at risk if you don’t wash everything off of you.”

Rick hadn’t really considered that it’d been months since he’d showered properly. He looked at his hands and found they were covered with blood and walker remains. He hadn’t even thought about it.

“Denise he can- he can stand up by my head and he won’t touch the baby until he’s clean. Right Rick? I can’t do this without him,” She said squeezing her eyes shut and crying out in pain.

Rick nodded frantically, desperate to touch his wife himself after months apart.

Denise looked hesitant, but let out a frustrated sigh, “At least scrub your arms and hands with soap quickly and put on that surgical gown just in case.”

Rick didn’t say another word as he quickly rushed toward the other room where the woman pointed. He moved to the sink and scrubbed at his hands so hard they felt raw. The sink turned red as his hands were washed clean of all the remnants of the outside world. Carl quickly sprinted in, turned on the sink next to him, and did the same.

Once Rick felt like his hands and forearms were clean of blood and filth, he put the surgical gown on and rushed back into the room.

“You have to push! Come on deep breath and bear down,” Denise said as she stood between her legs.

She breathed heavily as she pushed for ten seconds, before she laid back and let out a groan of pain. Rick moved to her side and quickly took one of her hands in his own and pressed it to his lips. Rick tried to force back his tears and the emotions threatening to overcome him as he finally had his wife right in front of him.

She tiredly smiled up at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears, “Hey Sheriff.”

Rick chuckled before he quickly captured her lips, “Hey darlin.”

Her smile was interrupted as she squeezed her eyes in pain and clutched onto his hand tightly.

“How’s she doin Doc?” Rick asked worriedly, Lori’s death at the front of his mind.

Denise tried to smile comfortingly and said, “She’s doing great, but you’ve got to keep pushing. Baby’s almost here.”

Rick looked down at his wife and squeezed her hand, “You can do it. I’m right here.”

“Me too,” Carl said as he rushed to her other side.

Her eyes brightened at the sight of her son at her side. She took Carl’s hand and nodded as she sat up, “Yeah, I’ve got you two now. I can do this.”

“Fuck yeah you can mom,” Carl said beaming at her.

Rick laughed at his words and she shook her head with a loving smile directed at him, “I missed you, but watch your language baby.”

Carl smirked and he and his dad shared a look as she got ready. Denise smiled at the family before clearing her throat, “Okay, after this next contraction you need to push again. Make it count you’re almost there.”

She nodded and shared a nervous look with Rick. Rick squeezed her hand and quickly kissed her forehead, “You can do this baby. We’re right here.”

She nodded before letting out a shaky breath and squeezing her eyes shut as Denise indicated for her to push. After the seconds of silence she cried out and fell back, but Rick quickly slid his arm around her waist to catch her, “You’re doing great darlin.”

She nodded against his shoulder as she mentally prepared herself to push again.

“I can see the head. One more good push and it’ll be done,” Denise said.

She nodded and she took another deep breath, “That better be a goddamn promise Denise.”

Denise smiled and shook her head, “If it’s not, I’ll give you my bottle of bourbon.”

She let out a shaky laugh and smiled at her, “You’ve got a deal.”

She looked at both of her boys and felt determination swell in her chest. She felt the contraction come on and she pushed with everything she had.

Rick brushed the hair out of her face as she cried out again. Then the room was filled with a sharp cry.

Rick felt his whole body tense as Denise beamed at them as she lifted the baby up, “It’s a girl. She’s beautiful.”

She immediately began to cry as Denise nodded at Rick, “Wanna cut the umbilical cord dad?”

Rick nodded and shared a look with Carl. Carl nodded and quickly moved his arm around his mom to support her sitting up as tears of joy streaked down his face. Rick took the scissors and cut the umbilical cord where she directed as she quickly cleaned his daughter.

Carl helped his mom get more comfortable on the pillows as they waited for Denise. Carl pressed a kiss to her cheek, “I love you mom.”

She smiled up at her oldest boy, “I love you too baby. I’m so glad you’re here. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Rick’s eyes were full of tears as he carefully looked over Denise’s shoulder as she checked over his daughter. He hadn’t really felt this way since Carl was born. He felt like he was teetering on an edge as he waited to see his youngest daughter.

Denise turned around and Rick moved to her side. Denise smiled softly as she carefully passed the small bundle to her outstretched arms, “She’s healthy and looks perfect. You did great Y/N.”

She let out a choked sob as she took her daughter into her arms, “Hey sweetheart.”

Rick finally let his tears fall as he looked down at his beautiful daughter. She leaned into Rick’s embrace and gently stroked her baby’s cheek, “You’re so so loved already.”

Carl sniffled as he leaned closer to his mom to get a better look at his youngest sister. She looked up at him and smiled brightly, “This is your big brother, Carl. He’s gonna be the best big brother ever and he’s always gonna be there for you .”

Carl nodded as she lifted her up closer to him so he could see her for a moment. Then she turned and her eyes met Rick’s that were filled with emotion. She moved her daughter now to Rick’s side so he could see his little girl.

“This is your daddy. He looks mean and grumpy, but he’s a softie I promise. He’ll always keep you safe,” She said with a gentle smile as he got to look at his daughter.

Rick brushed his finger over her small cheeks and choked out sob. He pressed a kiss to his wife’s head, “I love you more than anything. Thank you.”

She pulled away from him before she leaned up and kissed him. She pulled away breathlessly and smiled before moving her gaze to her daughter, “You can thank Hope for getting us here. I would have died a long time ago if I hadn’t been fighting for her.”

Rick raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Hope? That’s her name?”

She nodded resolutely and beamed, “Been calling her Hope since I found out I was pregnant. Hope Willow Grimes.”

Rick nodded and smiled down at his daughter, “Hope’s a great name for her.”

She nodded before turning to give her boys a tired look, “As much as I love you both, you reek of blood and sweat. Aaron can take you to one of the empty houses to get cleaned up. Then you can come back and hold her. Okay?”

Rick felt his whole being begging him to stay, but she was right. He pressed a kiss to her head and looked down at his daughter before stepping away, “Kay, but you send someone for us if you need anything.”

She nodded as Rick and Carl moved towards the door, “Got it Sheriff. Will you bring back Judith and the others?”

Rick nodded and smiled, “Promise. Trust me they’ll be begging to come see you as soon as we get there.”

“Well, tell ‘em I’ll give ‘em a pass for not getting a baby gift in time,” She joked as she rocked their daughter gently.

A knock came from the door and they all turned to find Aaron and Eric standing there. They both stepped into the room and Aaron smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, we didn’t wanna intrude, but I overheard you. I’ll take them to the house Deanna is setting them up in. She’s gonna set your group up in three houses. Some of the residents are moving your stuff into a separate house so you guys will be together.”

Y/N smiled and waved them into the room, “You’d never intrude. Come see her.”

Eric moved to her side and smiled down at the baby. Aaron held out his hand for Rick to shake, “Congratulations.”

Rick paused for a moment before pulling Aaron in for a tight hug. Aaron tensed for a moment before clapping Rick on the back. They pulled apart and Rick nodded in thanks, “This is all cause of you. Thank you.”

Aaron smiled at the sight of his husband and friend cooing over the baby, “Come on. I’ll take you guys to get cleaned up.”

The boys hesitantly followed after him and to the house. An hour passed and Y/N fed her daughter as she talked to Eric.

“When you mentioned your husband he wasn’t quite what I pictured,” Eric said as he rocked back in his chair.

She raised an eyebrow at him, “What’s so different?”

Eric rolled his eyes, “Y’know for being in an apocalypse where you don’t have many options you bagged one of the finest men I have ever seen.”

She burst out laughing as she grinned at him, “Oh, I know. Trust me I was fighting off women left and right when we lived at the prison. You better believe if I see Jessie anywhere near him or my kids I’ll throw her out like a farm cat.”

Eric snorted and beamed, “I believe it. I’d love to see you take her down. She’s had it coming for years.”

A soft knock came from the door and Y/N sat up and adjusted her little girl in her arms, “Come in.”

The door slowly opened and her husband came into view and her eyes lit up. Rick came in and walked over to her. Eric smiled at the pair and stood up, “I’m gonna go make sure you guys have everything set up.”

She smiled softly at him as he moved to the doorway, “Thank you.”

Eric nodded and shut the door behind him. Rick had changed into new clothes and cleaned up his beard now. He came and sat at her side on the bed, “You feelin okay darlin?”

She nodded and leaned against his shoulder, “About as good as you can be after pushing a baby out of you.”

Rick chuckled in response and she met his eyes. Rick cupped her face as her eyes lit up teasingly, “Lookin good Sherriff.”

Rick pulled her in and pressed a firm kiss against her lips. After a moment passed they pulled apart and she muttered, “I love you.”

Rick kissed her quickly again and moved back, “I love you too.”

“Wanna hold her?” She asked gently holding her out to Rick.

Rick swallowed nervously and held out his arms and she passed Hope into his arms. Rick let out a shaky laugh as he finally got to hold her. He shared a look of awe with Y/N as he gently rocked her.

She pressed a kiss to Rick’s jaw with a smile, “You’re a natural.”

Rick smiled, his eyes staying on his youngest, “Comes with practice.”

The pair were silent for awhile as they watched their daughter. Y/N let out a shaky breath and leaned her head on Rick’s shoulder, “Who isn’t here?”

The silence was palpable between them as she pressed a kiss to Rick’s shoulder, “I- I just need to know, please.”

Rick nodded, keeping his eyes on their youngest, “Beth. She escaped with Daryl, but she got kidnapped by a group in Atlanta. We almost got her back, but she got killed before we could leave.”

Y/N swallowed back her tears and pressed her head into his shoulder and squeezed his arm, “Y’know no one would ever blame you for that, right? You tried your best and that’s all you can do sometimes.”

Rick nodded silently before pressing a kiss to her head. Y/N reached out to brush her finger over Hope’s soft cheek. Rick leaned back and wrapped an arm around Y/N’s shoulders and held his daughter with the other, “Anything we need to know about here?”

Y/N sighed heavily, “They’re weak. These people never learned how to survive outside the walls, because they never had to. Deanna understands what the world is and usually lets me call the shots when it comes to anything outside the walls.”

“Any pushback?” Rick said as he gently rocked Hope.

Y/N scoffed at his words, “Yeah, just a bit.”

“Anyone I need to kill?” Rick joked dryly, his arm tightening around her.

“Not yet. Deanna’s son, Spencer, is a liability. He doesn’t appreciate that I completely changed their tactics for runs, even if it was getting people killed. Spencer and his friend Nicholas are pretty much all talk, but they’re not shy about opposing anything I say. Oh, and watch out for Jessie,” She said leaning further into Rick’s chest, annoyance filling her while thinking about the town home wrecker.

Rick narrowed his eyes at her change in demeanor. He gently lifted her chin so she would meet his gaze. Despite having just given birth to their child, she still felt a pang of insecurity claw at her heart. Rick held her chin gently in his hand as his intense blue eyes met hers, “I have killed people to protect you. I would kill anyone to keep this family safe. You are the only woman I will ever want. Tell me you know that.”

Y/N smiled somewhat bashfully at his words. Those words would have terrified her in the world before it fell, but now it was a declaration of the highest love. She nodded and pressed her lips to his. It was almost as if no time had ever passed as they fell back into a routine with one another.

She pulled away breathlessly and met Rick’s expectant gaze. She let out a breath, “I know.”

Rick nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead. Hope cooed and stretched her arms out with a yawn. A knock sounded out and Rick moved the the door, his youngest cradled securely in his arms. He opened the door and then Carl stepped in with Judith on his hip. Y/N burst into tears at the sight of her daughter. Judith reached out her arms as she saw her, “Momma.”

Carl came over and sat next to his mom and Y/N was quick to take her into her arms. She pressed a kiss to Judith’s head, “Oh, babygirl I missed you so much.”

Judith clutched onto her shirt and snuggled into her mom. Y/N rubbed Judith’s back with one hand and reached over and pulled Carl into a tight hug. Carl sighed and leaned into his mom’s embrace. She pressed a kiss to the side of Carl’s head, “Thank you for keeping him alive.”

She and Carl shared a look of understanding as they pulled away. Rick came over, looking like a true dad with Hope in one arm and his other hand tucked in his jean pocket. Y/N wiped her tears and sat Judith on her lap as Rick came and sat next to her. She looked around at her family and smiled, “I don’t believe in god, but thank whoever the hell is in charge up there that brought y’all back to me.”

Rick smiled and kissed the side of her head, “Damn right.”

Then a knock came from the door and Maggie popped her head in. Maggie rushed over to Y/N as the rest of the group followed in. Y/N swore she’d cried all of her tears, but each hug she gave to the members of the group brought on a new onslaught.

After each member of the group had been properly introduced to their daughter Rick stood off in the corner. He looked around the room, Hope settled safely in the crook of his arm. This was the happiest he’d seen the group in years.

Carl had yet to move from Y/N’ side, as Judith happily sat on his lap playing with her mom’s hand. Rick was certain he had never seen Y/N look so beautiful. She was beaming as she talked to Glenn and Maggie, despite the fact that she’d given birth hours earlier.

“She’s just like Lil Ass Kicker.”

Rick chuckled as Daryl came to his side. He looked down at his daughter lovingly and sighed, “This is what we fight for. Everythin we do is for everyone in this room.”

Daryl made a noise in agreement, “We keep going for shit like this.”

Rick met his wife’s eyes and she was quick to shoot him a wink, before she turned and pulled Carl closer to her into a hug. He sighed, his heart feeling full for the first time in months. Herschel had told him years ago that every day was a choice.

He would choose to keep his family in the room safe everyday for the rest of his life. No matter what it cost.

[luvyeni]

❛NICE GUY❜ ( l. haechan )

p. stalker!haechan x fem!reader w. 2k+

warnings? dark fic, stalking, non consensual photo taking, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( in the midst of your stalker running lose you trust haechan , he seems like nice guy ) !

freaktober masterlist

“what’s his name?” your friend asked , her senses going off. “lily , i told you already.” you sighed annoyed , you had been talking about this date for the past week , but your friend had been skeptical. “it’s haechan.”

“well I’m sorry for being concerned for your well being.” your friend said. “especially with all those weird messages you’ve been getting , and plus you don’t know this guy , he could be crazy.”

your friend , although her nagging was annoying , she was right , it was a big risk meeting haechan – also known as donghyuck , you had been getting weird messages and pictures from a random number for the past few weeks , this stalker had known all your information - where’d you work , your address. he even knew where your childhood home was – it was super creepy.

you had found hyuck on dating site about two weeks ago , and he seemed like a nice guy. he was cute , held a good job at a good company – and of course to make sure he wasn’t catfishing you , you’d facetimed a few times before agreeing to meet him at a bar.

so hear you are , at 9pm walking to the bar listening to your friend nag you over the phone. “lily , listen.” you interrupt her rant. “I know you’re worried – the stalker thing creeps me out too , but what should i do? i can’t stay in the house forever.” you said. “plus i’ve talked to haechan , i’ve seen his face and he genuinely seems nice.”

your friend sighed in defeat. “i know you want me to be safe , but it’s fine , plus the bar will be crowded.” you reassured. “okay fine , you win.” she said. “just be safe , and don’t go home with him.” you hummed , the bar came into view. “i won’t , i’ll see you later okay?” you said. “okay , please call me when you’re on your way home.” you agreed , hanging the phone up , pulling the bar door open , walking in. if you’d only turned back once , looked around at your surroundings just once – you would’ve realized that you were being followed since the moment you walked out the house.

you sat down at the bar , the bartender coming up asking for your order. “oh i’m meeting someone , he should be here in a few minutes.” you smiled politely , he nodded excusing himself to take another order. you decided to text him , opening up your phone to text him , only to be met with 2 new messages , but not from haechan – but from your stalker. ‘you look sexy in that dress.’ your eyes scanned the messages. ‘have fun tonight my love’

he knew you were out on a date? had he been watching you? was he still watching you? you began to sweat , anxiety slowly kicking in – what were you supposed to do now , what if he was watching you now. “(y/n)?” you gasped , jumping , quickly swiveling your body around. “whoa! you okay?”

you sighed , heartbeat coming back down after you came face to face with the man. “haechan.” you said , he smiled. “you okay , you seemed scared?” you nodded , he sat down next to you. “i’m okay , just a bit nervous.” more like scared shitless , but you didn’t want to let him know that. “nervous?” he smirked. “meeting me made you nervous , i’m flattered.”

he sat down , the waiter returning to take your orders , bringing you your drinks , while you got to know each other. “so tell me about you.” you told him what you did for a living , your family even about lily your best friend. “she wasn’t too keen on me coming here alone.” you said. “she’s just a little overprotective , but she means well.” he nodded. “i get it , her best friend is going out with a random dude , i’d be a little weary to , maybe if this goes right , i can prove one day that i’m a nice guy.”

he was such an absolute blessing , like the perfect guy. he was attentive , he listen to everything you said – funny , not even a try hard , he genuinely made you laugh. he was also extremely flirty , not enough to make you uncomfortable , but just enough to make you shy away with a smile , as the date was coming to a end , you felt sad. “why are you frowning , a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sad?” you smiled , his hand coming up to rub your knuckles. “you are just such a great guy , i just don’t want this date to end.” he smiled , your lips fell into a pout. “it doesn’t have to end here.”

that’s how you found yourself in his car , driving around the city to his condo. “i promised lily i’d come home early , she’s gonna be so mad.” you said , pulling your phone out to text her. “you’re safe with me , i promise.” you smiled , you did feel really safe around him , you felt no sense of danger around him , no red flags going off in your head.

he had your hand in one hand , typing in the passcode to his condo , letting you walk in. “this is really nice.” you took your shoes off. “you must do really well for yourself.” he followed behind you as you walked around. “well i do alright , i work at a tech company.” he was checking all of your boxes , good job , kind , sexy as hell.

“computer nerd , so your sexy and smart.” he came up behind you , his hands ghosting your waist. “sexy huh?” he nose nudged against your neck , you sighed. “yeah.” you breathed , he kissed your neck. “you’re sexy too , been trying to be a gentleman all night long , it was so hard.”

things only escalated from there , he dragged you to his room , unzipping your dress letting it fall the ground. “such a pretty body.” he unbuttoned his shirt , letting it hit the floor , grabbing your jaw , slamming his lips into yours. teeth clashing , messy kissing as he backed you up until you fell onto the bed , undoing his pants. “lay back baby.”

he climbed on top of your body , heavy breathing – his hand coming under your body , undoing your bra , throwing it across his floor. he grabbed your boobs , bringing his lips around it. “fu-fuck haechan.” you moaned , your hands tracing his body until you reached his clothed cock , palming his hard-on. “off , take them off.”

he got off the bed taking his pants off , you took your panties off. he got back on the bed , grabbing your waist , putting you in the face down ass up position. “so fucking wet.” he grabbed the fat of your ass , spreading your cheeks , his face close to your cunt , spitting on your hole , before licking a stripe up your cunt. “h-haechan , oh my god!” you squealed as he ate your cunt like he was starving.

he inserted a finger into your hole , fingering you as he licked your cunt. “you taste so fucking good , pussy is so fucking sweet , want you to cum on my tongue.” he buried his face in your cunt , slurping up all your juices. “haechan , i’m gonna cum!” you were moaning so loud , haechan was sure he’d get a noise complaint , but he didn’t care at that moment , especially when your little hole was clenching around his tongue , signaling that you were close. “fuck , i’m cumming!”

your legs shook as you came , he drank up all your juices , making sure to clean you up real well , before finally coming up for air. “shit , your pussy taste so good , gonna get addicted to it.” he slapped your ass , you moaned , backing your ass up against his cock. “pl-please fuck me.”

he damn sure wasn’t denying you , pulling his underwear down , his cock springing out , slapping against his stomach. “you ready for my cock?” he rubbed his cock along your folds. “yes.” you whimpered. “please put it in.” you wiggled your ass. “want it so bad.”

he pushed his cock into your hole , holding your waist as he seethed his cock all the way inside your hole. “fucking tight cunt.” he pulled out , slamming back into you. “haechan fuck!” you screamed as he rammed into you , cock stretching you out. “fuck your pussy feels like heaven around my cock.”

he pushed your back deep into a arch , hitting a deeper angle , the ass rippling at the impact of him rutting into you. “look at that ass bouncing against me.” he slapped your ass. “beautiful baby , fucking beautiful.” He groaned. “you were made for me , made for my cock , i knew it the moment i saw you.” he grunted. “i knew only you’d be able to take my fat cock.”

you could barely register what he was saying , your mind on cloud 9. “did i do it? did I fuck you dumb?” he darkly chuckled , he could feel your cunt pulsating around him. “you’re gonna cum , i can feel your pretty pussy tightening around me.” he moaned. “go ahead cum for me.” he slapped your ass. “cum on my fucking cock.”

your mouth fell into a ‘o’ shape , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came , screaming his name. “fuck fuck fuck !” your legs were shaking as he kept slamming into you. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna cum on your back.” his thrust began to falter , his falter , his quickly pulled out , cum shooting from his cock on to your back , all over your ass , dripping down to your cunt.

you fell flat on your stomach , worn out. haechan hovered over your body , heavily breathing taking in the sight of your body. “you look beautiful.” he kissed your shoulder. “took my cock like a champ.”

you had fallen asleep , still covered in his cum , haechan promised to clean you off , and he was , he just wanted to look at his work a little longer. he slowly got up , careful not to wake you , reaching for his trusty polaroid camera – cursing as your phone went off , your body twisting and turning at the noises. he picked up the phone reading the contact ‘lily🤎’ , he sighed , he knew from the very beginning she’d be a problem , he’d have to get rid of her sooner or later.

he turned the ringer off , putting the phone down , picking up the camera. he took a photo of your body from every angle , zooming in on your ass , his cum beginning to harden , he had to be quick. he quickly put the camera away after all the photos developed , he made his way out of the room. “haechan?” your voice groggy , he held the photos behind his back , turning around. “gonna get you a rag to clean you up with , go back to sleep.” you nodded drifting back off.

haechan made his way down the hall , to his special room , unlocking the door , walking inside where he is greeted with the hundreds , maybe thousands of photos of you – eating with friends , at work , coming out of your family home after dinner. his cock getting hard again , as he hung up the photos of you covered and his cum ,hanging up the last photo - the picture he took of you sitting at bar fear evident on your face.

it was because moments before he sent that text about how sexy you looked in that dress.

©LUVYENI

[yoon-kooks]

playtime & punishment | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au, this specific chapter is pwp

⛓️summary: You decide to push Jeon Jungkook's buttons until he snaps and puts you in your place like the little slut you are.

⛓️word count: 2k+

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub!reader, daddy kink, good girl kink, nudes, hickeys, oc is a lil horny brat, jk puts her in her place, degradation, "slut" is used a lot, boobie squeezes, begging, she wants his cock so bad🥵, masturbation, oral nerd fantasy, fingering, edging, orgasm denial

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

⛓️a/n: this is the dirtiest p&p drabble yet🥴 can be enjoyed without reading the previous drabbles!

It’s another one of those long days where Jungkook has class all day, and you’re sitting around his place doing homework while keeping an eye on his mischievous kitten. The only reason you’re not procrastinating on your assignments is that your hot nerd friend refuses to let you near his tattooed cock until all of your school stuff is done. Thankfully, today’s homework is simple enough to finish before he gets home.

After submitting your last assignment of the day, you stretch your arms out and check the time. Jungkook should be on his way home in about half an hour, so that gives you plenty of time to soak in a nice bubble bath. You may or may not have been dying to send him some naughty nudes to look at while he’s in class. And a bubble bath is the perfect backdrop for your steamy photoshoot.

Once the tub is all set up with a sea of cotton candy bubbles, you slide your body in and make sure every part of it is nice and wet. If Jungkook wasn’t going to be back soon, you’d be tempted to slip your fingers down between your legs. But you might as well wait a little bit longer for him since it’s been a minute (aka less than 48 hours) since the last time the two of you had sex.

Just as you’re about to snap a pic of your naked body, a notification pops up from Jungkook.

dilf🥴 [4:32PM] “Can you feed Lucy her dinner?”

dilf🥴 [4:32PM] “I have an interview after class”

He must be talking about an interview for that fancy tech job he mentioned a few days ago. If he gets an offer, he’ll be all set and working full-time after graduating this summer. You, on the other hand…

You’d rather not think about it. You were given the opportunity to turn your last internship into a whole-ass career as a software engineer, but it just didn’t work out. The internship was great, the job would’ve been great, but your would-be boss apparently only wanted you on his team because you’re pretty and not because you’d earned it. That was the big rumor floating around throughout the last week of your internship. And that’s why you declined the offer for what would’ve been your dream job.

You just hope Jungkook doesn’t have to deal with any bullshit like that. Probably not.

Y/N🍒 [4:33PM] “ah yes lucys eating good tonight😌🤝🐱”

Y/N🍒 [4:34PM] “good luck with your interview✨”

Then you send him a pic of you with your wet boobs squeezed together between your arms “for extra good luck.” Not that the nerd needs luck to land any job he wants.

dilf🥴 [4:39PM] “👁️👄👁️”

dilf🥴 [4:39PM] “Y/N”

Y/N🍒 [4:39PM] “yes daddy?🥺”

You snicker at your phone screen. Is it bad that you hope he passes his interview with the biggest boner bulging out of his pants? If he’s mad about it, he can punish you when he gets home. Perhaps he’ll slap his hard cock against your cheeks or shove it down your throat. You won’t complain. You like it rough like that.

dilf🥴 [4:40PM] “It’ll be hard to focus on the interview after seeing that”

dilf🥴 [4:41PM] “Wait until I get home”

Y/N🍒 [4:41PM] “👼”

He’s so silly if he thinks you’re actually waiting until he gets home. You were willing to wait until his class ended, but all bets were off when he said he’d be home even later thanks to the interview. 

As soon as you climb out of the tub, you feed the kitten her gourmet meal, hop on the boy’s bed, and pull your sweatpants down to your thighs. 

Your fingers waste no time in making their way into your panties. You wish Jungkook were around to pleasure you himself or at least watch, but that doesn’t mean the boy isn’t contributing here.

The mere thought of him gets you so wet. Ever since you slept with him the first time, you can’t stop thinking about him. Like, he’s not only someone you click so well with but also the one your body craves 24/7. 

Oh what you’d do to have his cock inside you, his tongue on you, and his nerdy ass here with you right now.

You kick your sweatpants and panties off, slowly massaging your clit and imagining it’s Jungkook eating you out. Like his tongue is lapping you up and making you all hot and bothered in an endless cycle. You’d never really craved to be on the receiving end of oral sex until Jungkook had gone down on you the first time. He’d hooked you in for life with a single flick of his tongue.

Your fingers obviously can’t compare to the real deal, but you’re still thoroughly enjoying your little oral nerd fantasy. Plus, you love the idea of sneaking around and doing something naughty on his bed while he’s gone. Especially when he told you to wait for him. 

You can’t always be a good little girl for daddy.

As you continue to pleasure yourself, the post-bath warmth and lazy pace lull you to a sleepy state even before you’ve had a chance to orgasm. The least you can do is wait for your boy friend to join in before hitting your high.

It’ll be worth the wait.

You feel your eyelids getting heavier as your fingers slow down. Before you know it, you’re out.

“Someone’s been naughty.” A low voice wakes you from your nap as the boy’s weight sinks into the mattress beside you.

Your eyes flutter open to Jungkook unbuttoning his dress shirt. What a great view to wake up to. His gaze, however, is locked onto your fingers resting on your clit with your legs spread open on his bed like such a little slut.

Knowing he’s watching, your fingers start to move again. You’re still quite wet despite the long nap break. You must’ve dreamt of him tying you up and torturing your body for hours with his fat cock. That’ll keep you wet for weeks.

“My bad, I got impatient and couldn’t wait,” you say, swirling your fingers against your slippery center. You’re not sorry at all. “Bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?” You suck the coating off your fingers one at a time.

“Wouldn’t that just be giving you exactly what you want?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Don’t sluts love to be degraded and put in their place?”

You nod, wanting nothing more than to be manhandled and used as his little plaything.

“Sure you can handle the punishment?” He tosses his shirt and glasses aside but leaves his trousers on. Ah fuck. He knows how badly you want your holes to be filled with his cock, so he’s not giving it to you. That’s your punishment. Despite how torturous it sounds, your submissive little head nods again.

With a sinister chuckle, he gets behind you, tears your tank top off your body, and leans your bare back against his hard chest. You can feel his erection digging into your ass through his pants. Great.

His hands slide around and grab your breasts, squeezing them together and making your nipples all perky. You let out a squeak like a stuffed dog toy with each squeeze.

“You’re so weak to my touch, you know that?” he whispers into your ear. “It’s kind of pathetic.”

“Mm,” you squeak again. He’s right. You really do love it when he degrades you like that.

With one hand still on your boobs, he pulls your head back and angles it to give him full access to your neck. His lips find the most sensitive spots on your neck and suck each one until you’re covered in his marks. You’re definitely going to need to wear a turtleneck for the next few days.

You try to turn around to get his mouth on yours, even for just a second to taste him, but he pulls back and shakes his head. “Bad girls have to earn that back.”

Jeon Jungkook is evil. The worst, even. You’ve never been denied a kiss in your entire life. And he knows you’ll do anything for a taste, anything for touch, anything for more pleasure. You love it.

“Jungkook, please, anything,” you beg softly, pulling his hand toward your wet center. But instead of getting straight to it, he grabs both of your wrists and holds them together behind your back. Apparently, he doesn’t approve of the way you tried directing him to your core. He’s the one deciding your punishment here. Not you.

“Brats like you need to learn to be patient,” he hums against your neck. “Will you wait for me this time, baby?”

You’ll say it again. Jeon Jungkook is the worst. You’d rebelled against him and got caught touching yourself earlier out of impatience, and now he’s gonna make you wait even longer for any sort of pleasure or release? Just to teach you a lesson and punish you for your actions? He’s the definition of torture. No other guy has ever challenged you the way he does. But that’s why you’ve stuck around with him these past few months.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper. Your horny little body will wait as long as he makes you.

“Good girl.” Still holding your wrists captive with one hand, he slips two fingers between your legs. He’s moving slower than your fingers earlier. “And you’re not going to cum until I say so. Understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He rewards your submissive behavior with a quick flick over your clit. The sudden jolt of pleasure snaps you into a pathetically horny state. Your body starts squirming on its own for more stimulation. Your brain shuts off. Your mind melts into pleasure.

For a while, all you can hear is your moans and the slick sounds of his fingers rubbing against you, pumping in and out of you. So wet and helpless. So close, and yet, your body knows it can’t orgasm until daddy says so.

“Are you close?” he asks. You hate how calm he is compared to the horny mess he’s made of you.

You nod. “Cum… please…”

“Not yet, baby,” he warns, digging his fingers deep inside you and hitting you where it feels best. Meanwhile, his thumb toys with your swollen clit, rubbing circles around it and bringing you so close to your breaking point. “Keep edging for me.”

You need to cum. You need it so badly. You bite your lip and squirm around to fight off the wave of pleasure waiting to wash over you. The need for a release is at an all-time high, but Jeon Jungkook’s hold on you is stronger. Because you know it’d feel so much more satisfying to be rewarded by him with an orgasm after waiting so long like a good little slut. You just have to be patient.

He lets go of your limp wrists, knowing you’re too lost in the pleasure to move your own fingers. You like his better anyway. His now free hand takes over your pussy, while he holds up his other fingers to your face. They’re perfectly glazed by your lust.

On instinct, your mouth opens with your tongue out. You’ve already accepted you aren’t getting his cock today, so his long veiny fingers will have to be the consolation prize. He kindly allows you to wrap your lips around his fingers and cleanse them of your milky glaze.

While you suck on him, he rubs you faster, adding more pressure to your clit all swelled up with pleasure. You let out a violent stream of muffled moans as if you’d actually orgasmed. If he doesn’t let you cum soon, you’ll go mad.

“Do you want to cum now?” He pulls his fingers out for you to answer.

“Yes… daddy…” you whimper between gasps. Your body aches in anticipation. Finally.

“Have you learned your lesson today?” He uses that stern dilf tone you love so much. “Will you be a good girl from now on?”

“Yes, daddy.” Nope. As soon as you’re done here, you’re not against being a brat and doing it all over again. Because when you really think about it, this “punishment” comes with what you know will be the most intense and rewarding orgasm of your life. That’s why you’ve endured the torture for so long. And that’s why you’re eager for plenty more in the future.

“Good,” he slips his fingers out of your pussy and gets up from behind you. Looks like you’re getting cock after all. It really does pay off to be a good girl.

But then he hands you your tank top that he’d flung across the room. And your panties and sweatpants. Still in a bit of a horny haze, you sit there and blink at the boy. He needs to hurry his ass back over to you and tend to your poor clit. It’s so swollen and aching for that release.

Then he looks back at you with a big fat smirk. “Oh, did you think I’d let you cum today, baby?”

Seeing how your little brain still isn’t comprehending his words, he helps you back into your clothes and lays your body down next to him on the bed. “Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I let you cum, would it?” he chuckles as reality sinks in for you. You immediately pout.

“You were supposed to shove your cock down my throat and let me cum,” you mumble, wiggling yourself closer to him. “That’s what a punishment is, Jungcock.”

“Hey,” he frowns at your petty nickname for him when you’re sexually frustrated. “You’re the one who asked to be punished. I was down for the usual.”

He’s right. You really did bring this upon yourself. And honestly, despite the lack of an orgasm and cock, you can’t deny that Jungkook still managed to make it amazing. Plus, the longer you go without hitting your high, the better it’ll feel once you finally do. So you’ll just have to accept your fate and wait another day.

“By the way, how’d the interview go?” You try not to stare at the bulge in his nice trousers. After the hell he just put you through, you really do hope your bathtub pic forced a huge boner on him during his interview.

“They gave me an offer, so I took it,” he says nonchalantly. You know he’s downplaying it after you’d told him about how awful your first job offer had gone. He doesn’t need to, though. It’s something he earned and worked hard for. The two of you should celebrate.

“Oh yeah?” You smile and give him a peck on his lips as you roll on top of him. “We should have new job sex.”

He lets you finally get a taste of his tongue before rolling you back beside him. “Nice try.”

You frown but steal another kiss from him. “You’re really mean, you know that?”

“You’ll thank me later,” he promises. “I’ll make it worth the wait.”

[shinyrhinestones]

Loved in the night

Summary: Elle comforts Reader after her mother gets hospitilazed.

Pairing: Elle Greenaway X BAU!Fem!Reader.

Genre: Fluff, smut and angst.

NSFW.

Category: Oneshot

Warnings: Sickness, food, drinks. Oral (reader rec), petting, making out. Also Reader has a mum living in the US.

Also this is a draft from a long time ago. I’m not perfect at writing, and Especially not at smut, so yeah 🤷‍♀️ also this was probably written quickly so it probably feels rushed and there’s probably a bunch of grammar mistakes 🫠

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You’ve never really been worried about anything bad happening to your family. They didn’t live as close to you and your job, and you never really worried about their health either. Everything seemed to go well. But you never quite know what to expect. A phone call informing you about your mothers heart attack was a good way to ruin your entire day.

You got permission of your boss to leave for the day, and you rushed to the hospital. The doctor explained how it was going to be all right, and she would recover. You stayed by your mothers side for some time, even though she was unconscious. You still had some things at work to get done. Some files that hadn’t been finished up yet. And even though you were really worried about your mother, you didn’t know what to expect when your work wasn’t done. And as your mother still was unconscious, like She had been for all the time you’d been there, you figured you would hurry back to the bullpen.

You entered the bullpen walking a little slower than normally, and with a frown formed on your face. You walked over to your desk when you were questioned by a coworker. “Y/N, where have you been?” Derek asked, head tilting a little. Honestly, you really didn’t want to tell the truth. You sat down and slouched in your seat. You opened a drawer grabbing a handful of the files you needed to finish, and stuffed them in your bag. You looked up at Derek, and saw how Elle and JJ were now standing behind him aswell. “Uhm..” Was the only thing you managed to say, staring off to the side. “I..I don’t really want to talk about it” You were met with confused looks yet worried, but met with silence. Maybe because you stood up before giving them a chance to react properply, and walked over to Hotch’s office to let him know you were taking the files with you, and that you’ll finish them in time. He of course was surprised why you had returned when you had more important stuff to focus on at the moment.

“I know, Hotch, I do. But I’m so new to this whole thing I just wanna get these done and distract me from the trouble until she wakes up.” You rambled out of worry and a slight panic. “Y/N, it’s okay, go home” Hotch said in a calm yet demanding voice. You nodded and turned around leaving his office. When you walked past Elle’s desk she immediately stood up to catch up with you. “Y/N, What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Normally Elle would’ve let the person walk away. She normally would’ve shrugged, and turned her attention back to whatever she was doing before. But this was something completely different than normal to her. You stopped walking to be able to look her in the eyes, and have a normal conversation. You looked into her brown eyes, letting them study your face. Your heart almost melted at the sight of Elle being concerned for you. As a profiler, you could notice how she actually cared about you. But you never thought more of it, than just being a good friend. Because the thought of her being interessed in you was abnormal. Elle always seemed to good for anything really. And maybe she wasn’t even into girls.

You let your eyes fall down, and you bit the inside of your cheek. Debating on if you should tell her or not. “What is it?” She asked again, knowing something was wrong. Not only did she notice your behaviour, but also how you had visited Hotch’s office twice that day. “My mother had a heart-attack” You sighed, and brushed some of your hair behind your ears. Elle’s eyes softened even more. “Are you going to the hospital?” She asked, trying to meet your eyes. “Well, I have these files to finish, but I also want to be there for my mum when she wakes up, so I might do them in the hospital.” You explained, looking all over the place. Elle nodded along to your words, and almost started to frown herself. “What if I help you with that? We can just take it slow, alright? I'm sure Hotch understands.” She tried to calm you down, as you came of as very troubled and in distress. “Right, yeah. I’m sorry” You hid your face in your hands for a moment, then looked at the dark haired woman again. “Why don’t I help you? Let me take you to the hospital, and then accompany you there. You seem like someone who could do well with some support.” She said, holding your hands and then let them go, when you agreed. She quickly made sure that everything she had to take care of was done, so she could go home already.

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Elle went to hospital with you, and sat with you out in the hallway when your mother had to go through some tests. She sat down next to you, and reached you a waterbottle.

“Thank you.” You mumbled and accepted the bottle. But you didn’t open it. You just fiddled with the bottle in both of your hands. Hearing the water squish and the water moving fast in motion. Elle stared at you and your playing. Her eyes were studying you and she couldn’t help but profiling you. But honestly it didn’t take a profiler to know you were sad and down. Elle’s palms were sweaty and she tried to rub it off on her jeans. Elle could be quite a private person. Not one to always accept her company outside of work.

And perhaps you should’ve noticed that as a profiler. But everything in the moment was too overwhelming for you.

Elle rested a hand on your back, trying to show her support. She didn’t really know what to say. Other than admiring you, she of course tried to find the right words to say. But Elle just ended up sighing and left it at that. You didn’t wanna admit it in the moment, but Elles hand on your back made you try really hard not to smile or blush. Luckily, when you sit next to each other in a hospital, you dont see each others faces unless forced by yourselves. Would’ve been really hard to explain why you were smiling, in this situation.

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And again, Elle wouldn’t let you go home alone. She was the one who convinced you to go home, and get some rest. That rest in the hospital wasn’t that enjoyable. Elle knew what she was talking about.

She drove you home, and while she was sitting in the driver seat, you couldn’t help but admire her features as she was so concentrated. And worried. You saw it in her eyes. It’s always the eyes. She bit her lip as a way to hide her concern.

She walked with you up the stairs to your apartment. Elle seemed like she really didn’t want to let you be alone, cause she could sense how bad you felt. I mean obviously. But between you and Elle, you knew a lot about each other. And that was also a realization for you, when you stood by your own doorstep. Yes, Elle was private, but to you she was more open. You’ve had your fair share of long conversations.

“Elle.” You said softly, looking at her confused. “Yeah.” She looked at you a little surprised, her eyes a little wide. Her mouth slightly open. “Why did you walk up with me here?”. You asked, even though you kinda knew why. “I..Uhm. I don’t know. Do you want me to leave?” She stuttered a bit, and she wasn’t really sure of what you trying to say.

“No.” You shook your head lightly. If you were to be honest, you would tell her how much you actually wanted her to stay. How much you wanted her close. That she should show you all her care and love for just one night. If that wasn’t too much to want.

But you were shy. And you also felt like it was weird behaviour. Even though, it wasn’t weird of you for wanting her.

You welcomed Elle inside and she complimented your apartment. You smiled lightly and thanked her.

—-

After a nice dinner made by both you and Elle, you decided you wanted to sleep. But you both knew you couldn’t sleep. Even after all of the good laughter Elle gave you for the evening, it was still hard not to worry. Elle asked you if she should stay the night, and you accepted. You didn’t want to be alone.

It was good that Elle distracted you with funny storytimes and jokes, making you both laugh. She made you distracted. You layed under the covers, your legs touching now and then. And everytime, you wondered how Elle felt about it. Cause to you, it wasn’t enough. Elle took your hand, when your laughter died down. And your eyes met for a moment. Elle was bold. You knew that. Elle took risks, and sometimes you could get so angry at her for it, with the job you had.

Elle was too afraid of saying anything. She let her thumb work around your hand, as a distraction for herself. You already felt like this way more intimate for two friends and colleagues. She scooted closer, and you smiled gently at her in the dark. But Elle was so close, she saw it. “What?” She smiled herself, and her eyes shined with being intrigued. “You’re close.” You answered shortly. Her eyes changed from shining brightly, to being afraid. “Oh, I’m sorry.” She tried pulling back, but you squeezed her hand in a second, and she stopped moving.

“What?” She blurted out.

“I don’t mind.” You explained. She relaxed her tensed up muscles, and you heard her sigh of relief. “Okay.” She whispered. “Elle..” Her eyes found yours again, and she could hear your soft breathing in the dark room. The only sounds besides that were the other people in the apartment block getting ready for bed aswell. But it was faint, and perhaps only your upstairs neighbour. Or the sounds of cars passing by out on street. In a swift motion, she let her lips touch yours in a gentle quick kiss. She wanted your reaction. And the one she got, was you pulling her back down, to kiss again. More this time.

Elle let her arms wrap around you. Her left arm around your waist, while your right arm took a hold of her shoulder. She sat up just a little, by supporting herself on her right elbow. She gave you a long kiss, pulled away and then curtly kissed down your neck before her fingers sneaked under the covers. She let her hand roam across your figure, before they went under your tanktop. Elle looked at you in the silence now between you, and you gave her a slight smile.

Her hand went up to your breast, letting her hand softly and quickly slide across, and then down to your abdomen. She leaned down again, to let your lips touch again. You sighed into the kiss, like everything had been resolved. All your thoughts about Elle had been answered, and now you were just lost in the moment. Elle’s fingers snuck under the waistband of your panties, and let the tip of her finger softly settle on your clit.

You had one of your hands on Elle’s cheek, by her hair. And the other hand was around her shoulderblade. She pulled away, and you both got some air, from a heated kiss. Elles kisses were steady yet passionate. Like she kissed with all of her admiration, mixed with being certain of herself and her love.

Your head rested further into your cold pillow, as Elle rubbed her finger in gentle circles. You let out almost silent whines for everytime she rubbed. Cutting yourself off. “Are you okay?” She asked, knowing that this might be too much of a step already. “Yeah, Elle. I’m okay. I just really want you right now.” You admitted honestly. And she moved up on her knees right between your legs. “Okay.” She almost smiled, but she knew this was a moment where you needed to feel serious.

She slided down your underwear completely, and reached down. Laying herself down. She kissed where she could reach before going to one of your most sensitive places. She carefully and gently, let her tongue rest against your clit. She got less and less careful as she felt like you were getting more worked up. Her hands held onto you, of course. Your hands gripped onto the quilt, she had moved to the side, before she laid down on the madrass for you. “Mhm-“ you were a little aware of your sounds, as it was getting late and you didn’t want any complaints. She kept her soft licks, roaming around with her tongue. Her fingers carefully rested at your entrance before she let the slide in.

You let out a moan louder than you meant to. But the feeling of her was too good. She looked up but didn’t even get a look at you cause it was so dark. But she could you tensing up, and at that she let her lips suck at your clit, as your hands clenched the white quilt.

Elle could only hear her name and your soft breathing and whines. She still tried not to smile too much, as she could feel you weren’t ready to let go. She let her fingers curl inside you, and find her rhythm. One of your hands gripped her hair, and you felt it all crash down on you at once, when you felt her like that between your thighs. And with a moan cutting off the other, you felt your back arch, as your muscles got tighter. You let go off Elles hair, and let your hand rest against the bed again. Elle kept going until she felt your high wearing off. You opened your eyes, which you had barely been able to keep open. Elle sat up, after her fingers slid out again, and she sat down next to you.

She gave you a long kiss, and you sighed yet again.

However, Elle didn’t think of herself in this moment, but you wanted more of her.

[spookysteddie]

Call It What You Want

Modern!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Influencer!reader

18+ Minors DNI

part two

cw: unsupportive parents, hint at mentally abusive mother, negative media attention, talk of sex tape, food mentions (they go on a dinner date), reader is in therapy. (Let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 2.8k

a/n: I've decided to make this a series that is loosely based off of reputation by Taylor swift. It literally all came to me in a dream last night lmao. If anyone has requests for these two and wants me to create lore pleeeeaaaseee request it. This is so fun for me!

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Do not disturb was the best thing that could’ve ever been added to phones. Specifically because, without it, you would’ve gotten less sleep than you did (thanks to Eddie). 

Your phone is filled with messages, emails from the press asking for comments and messages from your parents. You’re barely awake before checking the tabloids and, as expected, you and Eddie are the top headlines. Everyone has something to say about your escapades last night, videos of you at the concert, photos of you getting out of the car with him and videos from the club. 

Social media influencer and rockstar Eddie Muson seen out together since miss Asher confessed her love for him

Good girl y/n Asher and Bad Boy Eddie Muson spotted together 

Is y/n Asher going down a dark path?

Social Media influencer shedding her good girl image as she parties with Corroded Coffin

You knew there would be some drama associated with you partying with the band. You knew there would be fans who would be disappointed in you. You also knew there was a high possibility someone would have photos of you around little white lines, leading to some assumptions about you. 

You didn’t care. 

You check your parents texts next and your stomach drops.

Momma: What are you doing out with that man?! Do you know his reputation? 

Papa: The last thing you need is your reputation being ruined! You will ruin your future if you continue with him.

The phone is taken out of your hand before you can respond to them, Eddie locking it and placing it behind you before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. He nuzzles his face into your neck, leaving light kisses on your bare skin. 

“You shouldn’t read what those pricks have to say.” He continues to leave kisses along your skin, “most of them talk out of their asses and don’t understand.” 

He’s right, of course you know that. You’ve had the most misogynistic shit written about you that you knew they would never write about the man behind you. You could smile weird and all of a sudden you’re the biggest cunt ever. You can never win. 

You sigh, settling into his hold. It’s not that you care about your reputation, shit like that changes faster than the weather and it’s not worth it to stress about it. But also, this is your job and the last thing you need is to lose sponsorships because you’re fucking Eddie. 

“I know. It’s just annoying cause no one is writing mean shit about you. It’s always about me and my life.” 

He hums, “nothing like good old fashion misogyny.” He says it with a shit load of sarcasm, knowing misogyny is not a good thing at all. But it makes you giggle all the same. 

“Wait!” You sit up, almost smacking him in the face with your head, “the poll! I wanna see it.” 

He grins as he hands you your phone. You ignore your parents, deciding you’ll deal with them later, and open up instagram. You win by a landslide, 86% of your followers voted you as prettier. 

Eddie laughs behind you. You turn to look at him, a huge grin on your face, “you owe me a date, Munson.” 

His eyes fall to your lips, making you lean in a little closer, “hows tomorrow sound?”

“Perfect,” you whisper as you close the gap and kiss him. 

… 

You can’t avoid your parents by the time you get home. They’ve been calling you for hours (hours you spent tangled up with Eddie in his bed). You know for a fact that it’ll be worse if you continue to ignore them. 

They answer within the first ring, “About time you called us back. We’ve been calling you for hours!” 

“Yes, momma, I know. I was busy with Case and Anna.” 

You hear her exasperated sigh from your mother, “yeah? For what? Cleaning up the mess you made last night?”

You’re trying to keep your composure, not wanting to yell at your mother, no matter how many times she made you feel horrible about any little decision you made. She was still your mother. 

“Case and Anna knew about all of that. Ran it by them first like I’m supposed to do.” 

Your mothers attitude only grows, “so what they just approved of you running around with someone known to do drugs? Are you doing drugs? So help me God, y/n, if I find out your doing drugs, I will fly out th-” 

“Mom, I am not doing drugs. I went to his show, somewhere I’ve been before by the way, and then we went to a club. Which is something I do on the weekends anyway. I don’t see the big deal.” 

You hear her huff, “don’t you dare give me attitude, little girl.” You hate when she calls you that. It’s been her little tool your entire life. She's done it to make you feel small, to make you feel insignificant and, try as you might, it gets to you. 

“You better not be seen with him again, got it?” 

You can feel the anger getting to you, “mom, I am 25 years old. I don’t need you to tell me who I can and cannot date. He was very respectful actually. Didn’t pressure me to do anything. Now, I have some things to film before tonight.” You hang up before she can say anything else, throwing your phone onto your vanity and running your hands down your face.  

Hana clears her throat from where she’s leaning against the door frame. You know she heard that entire conversation. You’d told her when you got home everything, including your parents non-stop calling.

She hands you a coffee, made just how you like, “how was that?” 

You take a slow sip, savoring the sweetness, “same old mom. Thinks I’m ruining my life and my reputation.” 

“Well, do you think you’re ruining your life and reputation?” 

This is one thing you love about Hana is she doesn’t baby you. Ever. She always allows you room to feel your feelings before she gives you her opinion. But she also makes sure you are able to give a name to what you’re feeling. And right now, you’re feeling frustrated. 

“No. Hana, he was amazing. He was respectful and he always asked what I wanted. And god the sex was fantastic,” you sigh wistfully. “And we’re going out on a date tomorrow. Just him and I. And I was really excited but of course my mother likes to ruin everything.” 

Hana sits on the chair next to the vanity, taking your hand, “Listen to me, if you have a good feelin’ about it, I say go for it. I didn’t get any strange feelings or vibes last night, the opposite really. Also, fuck a reputation. Taylor Swift’s was six feet in the ground and look at her now. Do what makes you happy.” 

You can feel the tightness in your chest, backs of your eyes burning. All you can do is pull her into a bone crushing hug.

… 

You’re pretty much over your mothers comments by the next night. Of course your therapist heard all the details and said, basically, exactly what Hana did. She also told me that I am an adult and I am more than able to make my own choices when it comes to things like drugs and alcohol.

She’s right of course. 

And so, because of this realization that isn’t a realization, you keep the date with Eddie. In fact you’re more than excited to go. To see him again. You filmed all your content, posting the other nights ‘spend the day with me’ video you made.

You’ve even gained a shit ton of followers as well, most of them fans of the bands. Now, don’t get it twisted, the uptick in followers also means an uptick in hate comments and unfollows. You don’t care. Those people are entitled to follow whoever they want and the mean people clearly just have a lot going on in life. It comes with the territory. 

Eddie, however, has texted you non stop and follows every single social media account you have. Even commenting on the videos and photos you posted. That got the press talking more and birthed a shit ton more butterflies into your belly. 

Eddie didn’t give you much information on what this date would be. All he told you was to dress nice and bring a jacket because it’s ‘getting chilly and you can’t catch a cold.’ You tried explaining that’s not how colds work but he wasn’t having it. And so, you pick out one of your favorite dresses, short and black that makes your tits look killer, with stockings that snap onto a garter hidden under your dress. Of course you added a long trench coat just to keep you warm. 

Eddie picks you up at 7pm on the dot, not a second later. Again, the bar is in hell because the fact that he is on time makes you want to kick your feet like a little girl. He looks delicious, dressed in his black jeans and a black button up. He grins when you open the door, the chilly night air tickling your legs.

“Give me a spin, Miss Asher,” he smiles. 

He takes your hand, spinning you around a few times. Once semi quickly and once very slowly, drinking you in like he’s been in the desert for years. It’s kindling to the fire inside your heart, warming you from the inside out. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He kisses your cheek, never letting go of your hand. 

You can feel your entire body heat, a shudder wracking through you. “You’re beautiful too. So, so, pretty.” 

You watch a blush tinge his cheeks, “no one has ever called me pretty to my face… and meant it.” 

He opens the door to his car as he speaks, making sure you don’t hit your head getting in before running around to the other side and settling in the driver's seat.

“Well, for the record, I do mean it. I mean, who in the hell looks that gorgeous first thing in the morning?” You giggle as you say it, fiddling with the hem of your dress. 

He takes your hand, squeezing it twice, “you.” 

That makes you smile the entire way to the restaurant. 

… 

This is the most beautiful date you’ve ever been on. 

Eddie had it all planned out perfectly. There was no press standing outside, waiting to take candid shots. He rented out the entire restaurant so that there would be no interruptions, just you and him and the small waitstaff. Flowers litter the floor, a small walkway leading to the table, a bottle of your favorite wine sitting in ice. 

You smile, looking up at him with hearts in your eyes. He can feel his heart racing, scared you aren’t going to like it or it’s too much or he’s scared you away. It feels like it’s forever before you answer him. “This is beautiful, Eddie. You didn’t… you didn’t have to do all this. But it’s so appreciated.” 

He gives you a swift kiss, his heart feeling like it’s going to burst, “you deserve it. You deserve to feel appreciated and cared for.” 

“Well, that is exactly how I feel right now.”  

Eddie pulls out your chair, letting you sit before he takes his own. The candles on the table flicker, casting Eddie in the most beautiful glow ever. He’s radiant, beautiful, and you don’t know how anyone could hate him. You felt like you could see his soul when he looks at you, kind, sweet, angelic. 

The waiter interrupts your thoughts, introducing himself and pouring the wine. And once all the food is ordered, it’s just you and Eddie. Suddenly, you’re nervous. 

“Did you have a good day yesterday?” You cringe slightly at the generic question. You’d talked to him all day yesterday between filming and his studio time. Releasing a new album takes a lot of time, more time than more people would think. 

“It was good. I feel like we finally have the sound we’re going for nailed down. S’gonna be similar to what we always do, of course. But I felt like, based off the songs we wrote, we needed a more,” he sipped his wine, thinking about how to describe the sound. “... sensual sound. Sexy if you will.” 

You giggle a little, “so you basically wrote about your groupies.” You’re joking, of course, not really caring about the people who came before you. Kind of. 

He raises his brows, shaking his head, “no. I actually spent most of yesterday rewriting the songs I wrote. Not all of them, but a good few.” 

“Oh! So did you record at all yesterday?” Again, it’s a generic question, but you’re genuinely interested in the process and how his mind works. 

He nods, “we did! It’s fucking thrilling to get what’s in my brain into actual art. I can’t believe I get to do this for a job.” 

Eddie's eyes practically sparkle as he talks about how exciting his job is. You love to see it, honestly. It’s the same look he gets when he’s on stage, fans screaming and singing the songs he wrote back to him. You can imagine that’ll get someone real high. 

He interrupts your thoughts, “can I ask you a question?”

You freeze, stomach falling to your ass. It’s never good when someone starts off like that. You grab your wine trying to hide your shaking hands, “yes of course!” 

“To me, it feels like there is something missing in a few of the songs. I’m pretty sure it’s y-your voice,” his stutter makes you feel a little better inside. He’s nervous. “So I was wondering if you’d wanna record some things with me?”

“Eddie, I can’t sing.” 

He smirks because you didn’t say no. “You don’t have to. I just need your voice. For the record, when I say record some things with me I don’t mean like sex videos… unless you’re into that.” You both laugh at how ridiculous he is, but a small pulse between your thighs tells you that you might be into making a little movie for just you and him. 

“While sex videos could be fun, that shit is so scary. Anyone can hack into whatever we use and boom… careers over. As for my voice, absolutely. I’m honored actually.” And you are. To have your voice be on something forever is so fucking cool. Of course, the internet is forever, but to you, it’s different when it’s music. 

“One more question…” 

You nod, motioning for him to continue. 

“Can I use your moans in a song?” 

You nearly choke on your wine, eyes going wide. “My-my moans? Like from when we have sex?” 

“Mhm. They are so fucking beautiful, baby. As much as I want to keep every part of you for myself, your moans would fit perfectly in this one song I have.” 

You have to be 50 shades of fucked up because you’re actually fucking touched that he thinks that part of you is pretty enough to put in his music. No one has to know if they’re real or not. And you don’t even have to answer the questions if anyone asks if it’s you. 

You laugh, shaking your head, “you, Eddie Munson, are crazy. I’m here for it but do you think your fans will like it? I don’t want you to do this just because we fucked the other night. I like you and you don’t have to put my anything in songs to get me to stick around. I don’t just like you because you make music.” 

He looks a little stunned, almost like he doesn’t believe you. “I… you don’t have to lie, baby. I mean, fuck, I’m not trying to call you a liar. I just am not used to people liking me as me. Usually they just want me because then it’s like a bragging thing. Not that, that’s what you are here for. Fuck, I am really fucking this up.” He rubs the back of his neck, his other hand clenched. 

You grab that hand, forcing yours into it and rubbing your thumb on his wrist, “I understand what you mean, Eddie. I’m not offended. But I mean what I said. I’m not here to further my career. I’m here because I’ve had a sickening crush on you for years. My poor friends have had to listen to me go on and on about it.” You laugh, feeling your face heat as you confess all this to him. 

“Really?” He looks like a boy, big, brown puppy eyes staring up at you. 

You nod, “really. Hana was ready to throw me a party because I finally got a date with you.”  

He laughs, the sound loud and from his belly. 

You decide right then that you will do whatever it takes to keep him forever.

[badsongpetey]

Part 1 | Part 2

Part 3

The thing is Lance isn’t stupid, he knows how lucky he and Hunk were to get out of there with their lives. He knows this as he gets home that night and pulls the splinters out of his feet and collapses in bed. He knows this as he resumes his life. As he does his job as a tour guide for incoming students at his college. As he flirts with the cute junior in the library. As he babysits his niece and nephew. He knows he should take the win and forget about the whole stupid thing.

The thing is though, he doesn’t forget about it.

What he actually does could reasonably be described as the polar opposite of “forgetting about it.” He fixates on it with growing intensity as each day passes. “What was that thing?” “Is it some new kind of cryptid?” “Did it even exist?” “Did the water have some kind of hallucinogenic in it?”“Why did it eat the cosplayer and not them?” “Did it eat the cosplayer?” “If it ate the cosplayer and not him is it because there’s something fundamentally unappealing about him?” That last one bothered him more than he was comfortable admitting.

It’s barely a week before he reaches his breaking point and finds himself trekking back into those same woods armed with a pocket knife, a compass, and a fully charged phone. Lance was getting some answers damn it.

He would’ve told Hunk, but, let’s face it, Hunk would’ve done everything he could to talk Lance out of it, and Lance simply wasn’t in the mood to be talked out of it. Then Hunk would’ve insisted on coming, because he wasn’t the type of friend to let another friend do something stupid alone. And Lance knew this was stupid, because, again, he wasn’t stupid, but he also wasn’t going to put Hunk through that, through this.

He quiets his steps as he hears the waterfall. Moving with ninja-like stealth, he nears the pool and positions himself behind a tree lined with shrubs. It’s the hiding perfect spot, where he can keep watch on the pool and the surrounding woods. Now he just has to wait for the thing to show up, get his pictures, get his answers, slap it all on TikTok, and get famous.

Hours pass as the morning slides into afternoon. The birds chirp happily in the trees above him, the wind blows gently through the leaves, and the sparkling water lulls him into a meditative state as he waits. Occasionally a rustling in the ground cover around him rouses him from his trance, but when he looks around there’s nothing to be found.

It’s the crick in his back that finally requires him to stand up, he’s been crouched here for hours. Stupid cryptid, keeping him waiting. He turns to lean his back against the tree, and that’s when he sees it.

It’s sitting about 20 feet behind him, head cocked to the side, body coiled neatly behind it, watching him. Lance yelps in what he tells himself is a manly fashion, and immediately regrets every thought he’s had over the past week. It’s like he wanted to get eaten.

The creature doesn’t move. It doesn’t come closer, or move away. Doesn’t growl, doesn’t roar, it just looks at him and blinks occasionally. How long has it been sitting there? He suddenly feels more embarrassment than fear, here he’s been thinking he’s the hunter when he’s really been the prey all the time.

When the standoff clearly isn’t going to end on it’s own, Lance goes for the most reliable tool in his box — the charm offensive.

“Come here often?” He purrs.

The creature blinks at him.

Lance sighs, “Look, how about you don’t eat me, and I just go.” He gestures away from the pool in what he hopes is a non-threatening manner. “I go and I never come back. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”

The thing snorts, and makes a wheezing noise.

“I promise, just let me go. I won’t hurt you.” Lance motions again.

It wheezes again.

Is it angry? Maybe it’s not wheezing, maybe it’s hissing. Crap, maybe he’s making it worse.

“I… “ he begins, “I… wait. Are you laughing at me??”

The creature does what can only be described as an eye roll.

Lance didn’t crouch on the ground for 4 hours to get sass from a cryptid. “Look here Nessie, this might not have been my best idea, but…” Then Lance’s head explodes. “Do you UNDERSTAND ME?!”

It snorts and, yup, yup, that’s the eye roll again. “You understand me! I’m Lance.” He points to himself. “Do you have name? Can you talk?” Ok, this isn’t a Disney movie, he knows that’s going out on a limb, but hey, he is currently having a conversation with a fantasy creature, so nothing’s off the table.

The creature furrows its brow… thinking? And Lance is about say something when the water, is it water? It kinda looks like the stuff in a lava lamp floating around the thing. It starts swirling around it, spinning faster and faster until the creature is completely obscured by a blue glow. And then, like a soap bubble popping, the water is gone. The creature is gone, and in its place is the cosplayer. The very alive, very uneaten, very cute, and very very naked cosplayer.

“I’m Keith.”

[herrscherofinsanity]

One of us is falling

Summary: Getting lost trying to find a party was never meant to be a good thing, but Jimin always found a way to surprise you.

Fluff

Yu Jimin (Karina) x fem!reader

Word count: 1.8k

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I’m late, I’m late, I’m so late. Mrs. Santos is going to kill me.

Those were the words echoing in your mind as you raced down the street towards the restaurant you worked at. Your sister was supposed to drive you there, but the old van you two had been sharing finally gave up which meant you had to make a run for it if you wanted to keep your job.

You burst through the doors of Café Contigo startling the people inside. You sent them an apologetic smile as you made your way to the register where one of your other coworkers was doing her best to stifle her laughter.

“You okay?” Sana, another waitress at the restaurant, asked. “It’s not like you to be late, and you look like you just ran a marathon”.

“Car problems” you mumbled, trying to tame your hair. “I’m sorry, just give me a second to get my uniform and I’ll join you”.

You made your way to the small locker rooms located at the back of the restaurant, trying to get yourself ready to go as quickly as possible. You sighed, it’s not like you hated your job, the restaurant was very well kept, the pay was generous, and the staff (bosses included) were very nice, what bothered you was the fact that you were wasting precious quality time with your best friend.

Yu Jimin, your best friend since middle school who was a college student on the other side of the country while you stayed in your hometown working as a waitress.

You and Jimin had done everything together ever since you had met, you were inseparable, but when the time to graduate came around you realized your plans were different. Jimin wanted to go to college as soon as possible; you on the other hand, wanted to take a year off and get some rest.

Even though you took different directions, your friendship kept standing strong. You tried to talk to each other as much as possible, and you were understanding of the other’s schedule; nevertheless you still longed for your best friend.

When Jimin announced she would be coming back for a few weeks you were over the moon, mentally planning everything you and your best friend would do together. It would’ve been perfect… if only your work schedule didn’t clash with absolutely everything.

You had spent the first day of Jimin’s break glued to each other; from watching movies, to catching up or simply enjoying each other’s presence, but it couldn’t last forever. You had an early shift at the restaurant the very next day, so you weren’t going to be able to hang out with the other girl. Jimin had complained at first, but she relaxed when you proposed an impromptu sleepover.  As you finished getting ready, you blushed, remembering Jimin’s words from the night before.

“You have no idea how happy I am to be back home”.

“What’s so good about Bayview? You’re not missing much”.

“I wasn’t talking about Bayview, I meant you. You’re my home”.

Butterflies. You frowned at the feeling, you had never felt like that when it came to Jimin, it was foreign. You shook your head, walking out of the locker room and towards an occupied table. Now wasn’t the time to dwell on your new found feelings for your friend, you had a job to keep.

“Hi, welcome to Café Contigo! Are you guys ready to order?”.

 

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“Hey y/n, it’s time for your break” Sana walked up to you with a smile on her face. You thanked her and made your way to the back so you could check your phone. You let Jimin know last night when your break was supposed to start with the hopes of her joining you for a bit.

As you retrieved your phone from your bag, you noticed you had two missed calls from your best friend. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, did something happen to her? You dialed her number and Jimin, impatient as always, picked up on the first ring.

“Finally!” she exclaimed. “I thought you had a break right now?”.

“I do” you laughed “it just started”.

“Okay, well, that’s great because I have something important to tell you”.

“Yes?” you bit your lip in anticipation, the butterflies coming back.

“I have this bucket list of things I want to do before I have to leave, and one of those things is going to a party with you!” she announced happily, you giggled at her antics.

“And why is that something you want to do? We’ve been to parties before”. Jimin paused for a second before replying as if she was weighing her options.

“Because it will be different this time, we’re older and wiser” she said, but her argument wasn’t really convincing, nevertheless you accepted. You would gladly walk through a burning house if Jimin asked you to.

“Okay then, whatever you say” you replied.

You two kept chatting away for the remainder of your break, the butterflies never leaving you alone.

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“Hey!” Jimin exclaimed when you got into her car. “You look beautiful tonight”.

You had rushed home when your shift at the restaurant ended, you didn’t want to make Jimin wait, so you got ready as fast as humanly possible. Your outfit and make up could be better, yet Jimin still thought you were the most beautiful girl she had ever seen.

Jimin had insisted on driving you both to the party so you could spend as much time together as possible, and you didn’t have a reason to complain so here you were.

“Thanks, you look gorgeous”. You meant what you said, Jimin looked amazing with her signature black jean jacket, the rest of her outfit matching it effortlessly. The longer you stared at your friend, the hotter your face felt. Butterflies, great. You cleared your throat, trying to pull yourself together, Jimin looked at you curiously. “So, where exactly are we doing?”.

Jimin chuckled nervously before replying. “I have to be completely honest with you, I’m not sure”, you shot her an incredulous look which made her laugh genuinely this time. “Don’t look at me like that. I have the address, I’m just not familiar with that part of the city, but it’s okay! It’s part of the adventure!”.

You playfully rolled your eyes at your friend, only Jimin would say something like that. “Whatever you say, Jimin, at least we’re spending time together”.

“That’s the spirit!” she said as she drove away from your house.

Laughter filled the car, you and Jimin kept exchanging stories and singing along to the playlist you had chosen for the ride. Everything felt right in that moment, there was nothing that could ruin the peace you shared.

"Oh wait" Jimin said, she lowered the music's volume as if that would help her see better. "I think we're here".

Jimin parked the car near a house that looked like it hadn't been inhabited in ages. Even though Jimin didn't give you much details regarding the party, you were still sure she wasn't the type to go to abandoned places for fun.

"I don't think this is the place, Jimin" you said carefully. She squinted, trying to get a better look at the house and then turned to you with a shy look on her face.

"Yeah, I think you're right" she set the car in motion once again "let's keep going, it shouldn't be far from here". You hummed in agreement, but boy were the two of you wrong.

Jimin had made a total of six stops where she was “one hundred percent sure” the party was taking place. With each failed location, the frown on her face deepened and her frustration sky rocketed; you on the other hand, found the whole thing hilarious. From the way Jimin would furrow her eyebrows in concentration, to how she would run her hands through her hair in frustration and the way she pouted her lips like a child… you found the scene to be more than a bit amusing.

You finally cracked when Jimin locked eyes with you, the frustration swimming in her eyes was clear, but the little smile she sent your way in an attempt to seem nonchalant made you laugh your heart out.

Your laughter filled the car, Jimin scoffed at your reaction but eventually joined in on your amusement. You both laughed until your stomachs ached and tears were spilling out of your eyes. Jimin made an effort to wipe your tears away, but she had always been clumsy to a fault. Instead of being smooth and brushing your cheeks, she ended up stabbing one of her manicured nails right on the bridge of your nose, leaving a small scratch behind.

Jimin panicked when she realized she had hurt you, she leaned in to try to get a good look of the scratch and that’s when your laughter died down. She’s too close. Butterflies.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you!” she exclaimed as she cradled your face with her hands, examining the small wound. You felt your face heating up at the close proximity and the attention you were receiving.

“It’s fine, I know it was an accident” if you hadn’t been staring so intently at your best friend, you would’ve missed the way her eyes moved from the scratch on your nose to your lips for a split second.

“I’m sorry…”

“Jimin, you don’t have to keep apologizing, I’m okay” you breathed out, she was still holding you close.

“That’s not what I’m apologizing for”.

Before you could ask her what she meant, Jimin cut you off by pressing her lips against yours. The butterflies you kept feeling around your friend came back in full force. You quickly moved your lips against hers, not wanting her to think you were rejecting her advances.

You had never done this with your best friend before, you had no idea you felt this way towards her, but in that exact moment, with Jimin softly moving her lips against yours, caressing your cheek with one of her hands while the other was tangled in your hair, everything felt right. Kissing Jimin felt right, it felt like coming home.

The kiss ended way too soon for your liking. Jimin pulled away but her forehead was pressed against yours as she tried to catch her breath. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to do that”, she whispered.

You smiled, pecking her lips before quickly pulling away. You giggled at the pout she had on her face. Wrapping your arms around her neck you sent a sly smile her way, “should we keep looking for that party or would you rather go back to my place?”.

“Maybe you and I should have a party of our own”, Jimin replied breathlessly before pressing her lips against yours once more, the promise of something more was made very clear with the way she kissed you a bit more desperately this time.

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A/N: Hi! It's been a while since I last posted something, I've been way too busy with classes this semester. I hope you enjoy this one shot, I will definitely make an effort to finish the longer ones I have planned.

By the way, if you get the references included in this work, we should get married.

[mayajadewrites]

Sweet Secret (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F! Reader CEO Levi Ackerman coming in hot. I've been wanting to write a CEO Levi/Sugar daddy Levi story for a hot minute. Enjoy! Summary: You needed a job. Ackerman Inc was hiring for an in house assistant for none other than the CEO: Levi Ackerman. He's known to be essentially the worst to work with, you decide to take the job and take on the challenge that is Levi Ackerman. Will your relationship remain professional, or will their be monetary value added to the stakes? Or possibly even... love? ao3 Chapter Seven: Paradise

The morning of your flight to Cabo you could not be more nervous. You’ve never been on a plane and decided to jump down the rabbit hole that is the internet and research airplanes.

Big mistake.

Levi decided an early morning flight was best, even though you would’ve loved to have slept in.

Levi checked you in and checked the bags. You ordered a lot online with the money Levi gave you, including some more risqué items that Ymir and Historia recommended. 

After breezing through TSA (of course Levi Ackerman has TSA Pre-Check) it was time to wait at the gate for your flight. Your stomach was in knots thinking about being in the air for a couple of hours.

“Are you okay?” Levi nudged you with his left elbow. “You’re quiet. That’s not like you.”

“Are you trying to say I talk a lot?”

“I’m saying you ask an awful lot of questions.” 

“I’m okay. I’ve just never been on a plane before.”

“It’ll be okay, I promise.” Levi reassured you as he brought his attention to his phone. You saw a text from Erwin pop up.

Erwin: Don’t do anything stupid, please. She’s a good girl.

You look away quickly, knowing you should’ve minded your own business. What Levi says to Erwin, or anyone for that matter is none of your business. 

Soon enough you were at your seats on the plane. Levi got first class. You don’t know what that means but it sounds fancy.

You sink in your seat as your heart starts to race when you hear the plane making noises.

“Hey,” Levi whispered, pressing his hand on top of yours. “You’re okay. I’m here.” He laced his fingers with yours and squeezed gently. You nod, looking out the window at runway.

Take off isn’t bad. Once your eats pop, you’re as good as gold. You don’t like the feeling in your chest when the plane tilts upwards, but you get over it.

Levi took his hand off yours once the seatbelt signs were off. You can’t help but miss his touch already. 

The plane ride is about 5 hours - perfect time for a nap. 

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The hotel is gorgeous. Stunning, even. It’s like a hotel you see rich people go to in movies. There are several pools, palm trees, and more. The water is blue and the sand is almost white.

“Welcome to paradise!” An overly excited employee runs up to you and Levi. 

Levi looks less than impressed.

“Can we just check in?” Levi’s tone is flat. Even in a gorgeous place, Levi’s attitude is the same.

“Absolutely sir. What’s your name?”

“Levi Ackerman.”

“Oh! Mr. Ackerman! You and your wife got upgraded to our best suite. It’s top of the line!” 

Wife?

“Thank you.” Levi grabbed the room keys off the counter. “Tell Oscar I said thank you too.”

Levi carried your bags along with his up to the room. When he swiped the key card and opened the door - you swear you could have fainted. This room was as big as the apartment you lived in growing up. 

As you walk in, you notice one bed.

“Levi…” You turn to him. “There’s only one bed.”

“Well I didn’t book this one, Oscar upgraded us out of the kindness of his heart.” Levi used air quotes. “The one I booked had 2 beds. So don’t blame me.” 

One bed? You’ve shared the same house with Levi for a while now, but a bed? And you’ve never even really touched him?

Once you and Levi get settled in, you start to crave the sun.

“Let’s go outside! Tan, drink a little, maybe swim!” 

“I don’t tan.” Levi peered up at you, taking his eyes off his phone screen. 

“Can you get off your phone for a bit please?” You put your hands on your hips. “I didn’t come here to watch you play on your phone.” 

“So what did you come here for?” Levi shoves his phone in his pocket and stands up. He walks towards you, eliminating the space between you. 

“You say I ask a lot of questions, but I think it’s really you who asks most of them.” You turn around, unzipping your bag. “I’m gonna change and so are you. I’ll be in the bathroom.” You pull out your bikini and sandals. 

When you emerge from the bathroom, Levi’s eyes are glued to you. He watches your thick thighs as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the bikini he specifically said he liked: high on the thigh, stringy, and barely leaving anything to the imagination. 

Levi is wearing a white t-shirt with khaki colored shorts paired with sandals. His mouth is slightly open as he gazes at you.

“Ready?!” You smile as you grab your beach bag. 

“Are you gonna wear a cover up?” Levi’s cheeks turned a light shade of red.

“Why? It’s hot out.”

“Because…”

“Because why?” You tilt your head to the side, placing your hands on your hips.

Levi takes a few step towards you and leans down until his lips touch your ear. “Because I can’t promise I can control myself if you don’t put something on in the next 2 minutes.” 

You can’t help but smirk knowing you’re affecting him this way. You spin yourself around, giving him a full look at your ass.

“Do you want to leave this room?” Levi sucked his teeth.

“Fine.” You roll your eyes, grabbing a black dress to put over your body. “Better?”

“Barely. Lets go.” His tone was back to being serious.

Sometimes you really can’t tell if this man wants to fuck you or just wants to be your friend. 

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“Levi, come in!” You swim in front of Levi as he reads his book on the lounge chair. 

“No.” He doesn’t even look up from what page he’s on.

“It’s 95 degrees, how can you even stand to just lay in the heat?!” You place your hands on the pool edge. “You won’t come swimming at all with me?”

“Maybe in… 3 days.” Levi held up 3 fingers. “Leave me alone so I can finish my book.” 

You huff and turn yourself around to swim to the swim-up bar. You take a seat and order some fruity drink that sounded cute.

“Well hello there. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” A man pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose. 

“Thank you.” You take a sip of your drink. The man isn’t ugly by any means, so you decide to entertain a conversation. “Where are you from?” You ask, placing your drink on the counter.

“I’m from California. You?”

“Wow, all the way on the west coast. I’m from New York.”

“A New Yorker! That’s crazy, you don’t have an accent or anything.” The man leaned forward towards you as he spoke. “My name is Ryan.”

You told him your name, and the conversation continued.

As you talk, you feel a hand push you gently into… a hard surface.

That hard surface was Levi Ackerman’s upper body. You look up and see those slate eyes burning a hole in Ryan’s head.

Ryan seems to catch on to what Levi is trying to insinuate, even though no words were exchanged.

“Dude, my bad! I didn’t know she was with you.” Ryan put his hands up. “I swear! The conversation was innocent!” 

Levi put his other hand on your other hip, gripping you tightly. 

“She is a sight for sore eyes, right?” He tilts his head to the right, glaring at Ryan. 

Then Ryan was gone.

“You swam!!” You spin your body to face Levi. You sit down on the seat in front of the bar and stare up at him. He is well sculpted, his abdominals carved out and his chest strong.

“I did.” Levi pushed a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“Levi, I-“ Your words get caught in your throat. The way he looks right now, with water dripping off his skin and his hair messy has you speechless.

“What’s your favorite color?” You blurt out. Smooth move.

“Navy blue. Yours is… black?” 

“Technically… no. My favorite color is actually sage green.”

“Any other questions? Get them out now while I’m in a good mood.” 

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Pasta.”

“I knew it!!” You smile at his response, putting your hand in a fist. “I told you!” 

“Are you gonna tell me yours or do I have to fish it out of you?” 

“Hmmmmm.” You tap your chin with your index finger. “Does ice cream count?”

“I guess it can.” Levi chuckled, letting out a real smile. You watched his mouth curve upwards, revealing his teeth. 

For the first time, you saw Levi Ackerman’s teeth. You made him laugh. A genuine laugh.

A low chuckle escaped his throat as he caressed your cheek gently. “You are so cute.” 

You have never wanted to kiss anyone more than you do right now. You would love to pull Levi down, straddle his waist, and attached your mouth to his.

But you can’t. If Levi wants something, he needs to make the first move. 

His lips grazed your ear as he whispered. “I can’t stop staring at you.” Levi brings his other hand on the opposite side of the ear his whispering into. “Your thighs are… hypnotizing.” 

You bite your lip and turn your head to the side.

“Don’t get shy. No one knows us here.” He grabs your chin between his index finger and thumb, pulling you to face him. “We can be whoever we want to be here.” 

“Whoever?” You search Levi’s eyes for a lifeline. Your body is craving him almost desperately. Goosebumps populate your skin as he touches you. 

“Whoever. Who do you want to be?” You swear you could feel his tongue on your earlobe. 

“I want to be a woman that’s kissed by you.” You lean into the palm of his hand as your heart rate increases.

Levi says nothing. He moves his face in front of you, letting his nose slightly touch yours. His lips are so close.

“You want me to kiss you, princess?” He whispers.

“Mhm.” You nod, almost giving in to the temptation. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Say please.” Levi’s lips are grazing yours, the touch sending electric shocks throughout your body. 

“Please, Levi.” You almost whine.

“So spoiled I made you, hm?” Levi buries his fingers in your hair as he sits down. He pulls you to him, letting your legs wrap around his waist under the water. 

Levi’s hand runs over the front side of your body - your stomach, your chest, to your neck. He gently grabs your neck to bring you close to him again. His fingers gently squeeze the sides of your neck, a gasp escaping your throat. Your lips are plump, begging to be touched. 

Finally, Levi presses his lips to yours. You swear your brain short circuited. His lips are so soft, but so… perfect. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing the back of your thighs to the tops of his. 

His tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entry. You oblige, letting his tongue explore your mouth. You moan against his lips at the contact. Levi’s large hands move down to your ass, giving it a gently squeeze before he pulls away.

You can’t help but whine when you lose his lips. 

“That’s it for now.” He kisses your cheek gently.

“You’re such a tease.” You pout, pushing yourself off of him to the seat you were in a few minutes ago.

“I’m teaching you patience. I can’t have you acting like a spoiled brat. If I do everything you want, that’s what you’ll be.”

“Two can play at that game.” 

[kjmcotton]

Unexpected gift | Bbh

Byun Baekhyun x pregnant!reader

Established relationship!AU

Plot:it was a day like any other until you found out you needed to have a really important chat with your boyfriend Baekhyun

Warnings:references to unprotected sex

This story is a request

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“I’ll support you whatever your choice is”

“Good morning babe” Baekhyun whispered to your hear,kissing your cheek. You slowly opened your eyes,bringing into focus the imagine of your beautiful boyfriend. Messy hair,puffy cheeks and his early morning raspy voice that you loved so much. “Good morning” you replied,snuggling up next to him. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder and buried your face in his naked chest. Baekhyun giggled,caressing your head “It’s time to go to work” he then talked sweetly,kissing your forehead,his favourite spot.

“Is it already? I don’t wanna leave the bed” you huffed

“Me neither,but we have to” he smiled and walked to the bathroom. You looked at his slender figure:his fingers were running through his hair,making it even messier,a smile appeared on your lips while thinking about how lucky you were to have had him by your side for the past four years.

You fixed the pillow under your head,laying down a few more minutes while waiting for Baekhyun to be ready. When you said that you didn’t want to leave the bed it was actually true:besides loving sharing cuddles with your boyfriend,you didn’t feel well that morning. You felt tired,pretty weak,and your tummy ached.

You sighed,watching Baekhyun open the wardrobe to choose what to wear.

“White or blue?” he showed you two of his favourite shirts

“Blue shirt and white trousers” you suggested,the boy nodded “You’re right” he replied,getting dressed.

He was already tying his shoe laces when he raised his head to look at you with his warm dark eyes

“You’ll be late if you don’t get up babe,is everything alright?” he asked

“It is-you nodded-I just feel tired. Probably my period is arriving” you explained yourself,sitting in between the sheets.

Baekhyun nodded,stretching his torso out to you in order to place one more kiss on your forehead

“Then it’s a good thing that yesterday I bought your favourite cookies” he smiled

“You did?!”

“Yes,they’re in the cupboard. Enjoy your breakfast and for anything call me. I’ll come as soon as I can” said so,Baekhyun grabbed his jacket and left.

Slowly,you got out of bed,walking towards the bathroom to take a shower. Your body was heavy,even more sensitive than usual,and the damn cramps coming and going weren’t helping you finding a little bit of strength to go to work.

You sighed:the warm water running on your skin seemed to bother you as every drop made your chest ache or tingle.

“Damn it” you mumbled,harshly shutting the jet down before getting ready. In order to be as much comfortable as you could be you wore a shirt and a pair of jeans;then,you grabbed your phone to check when you’re period would’ve come:two days. The mystery had been solved:being so moody was a classic for you when your period was so close.

You ate the biscuits Baekhyun had bought you and drank a coffee,then you drove to your office.

You worked as a graphic designer for a music company,and you usually loved your job. The idea of getting up and thinking about hundreds of ways to create the perfect cover for the album of a boyband or a girlband challenged you everyday,making you excited to find the perfect combination of colours and textures;however,that morning,in your body there wasn’t a single crumb of propensity for working well,you showed up and finished that single cover just because you had to.

Your day went by slowly,as slowly as a wounded turtle,and as soon as you came back home you shifted into your pyjama and went to bed.

Baekhyun arrived at home one hour later than usual:he turned on the lights and looked for you.

“Babe?” he called you

“I’m here” you mumbled from the bed,holding yourself up with the elbows

“Are you okay?” he demanded,sitting next to you

“I’m not feeling good. I think this period it’s gonna be harsh” you explained

Baekhyun caressed your cheek and gently kissed your lips:

“Then I gotta buy a lot of snacks”

“Chocolate. I want a lot of chocolate”

“It’s on its way” the boy smiled and left,coming back a few minutes later with your dinner and what you had asked for.

“I’ve bought chinese food” he said,placing a plastic bag in your hands

“That’s amazing! I love Chinese food!”

“I know-the guy laughed-that’s why I bought it”

You opened the packages,dining together on the bed:you didn’t know why the food didn’t seem as tasty as usual even tho you were hungry;however you ate without complaining and went straight to the dessert. You had plenty of choices:Baekhyun had bought you chocolate pralines,croissants,bars and different snacks,including chocolate milk:you felt like a happy kid.

Hopefully, in the next days you would’ve gotten better;but nothing changed and your period didn’t show up.

It was Wednesday,you were sitting at the cafeteria of your company,waiting for a Cappuccino to be served at your table,when your colleague,Momo,sat next to you.

“You’re so pale! Are you okay?” she asked,worried,sliding a piece of cheesecake towards you

“I am,thank you-you mumbled,looking at the cake in front of you-you can eat this,don’t worry about me”

“Sweets always help feeling better. Come on,I’m not blind,what’s up with you? Is there anything I can do?”

“Honestly…I’m having troubles with my period. I’m feel pretty bad”

“Poor thing! What is it? Is it too strong?”

“No,actually…it didn’t come at all-you sighed,eating a small piece of cheesecake to immediately spit it into a tissue a few seconds later-this tastes so bad…” a disgusted expression appeared on your face

“Does it? Usually it’s so good-Momo’s fork sinked in the cake and brought a piece to her mouth-it’s delicious sweetheart! Why don’t you like it?”

“It tastes…strange. It makes me nauseous” you sighed

The girl sitting next to you blinked confused and covered her mouth with her hands

“Are you sure you’re not pregnant?”

At those words your fork slipped away from your hand,falling on the ground,while you pushed your back against the chair. An expression of fear appeared on your face.

“Are you crazy Momo?!-you asked too loudly,making a few people turn around-I can’t be! We do it safely,I don’t want kids,nor Baek does”

“I’m not saying that you surely are,or that you don’t use protections but…hum…how to tell you…maybe you had proble-”

“I know what you mean-you interrupted the girl-and no,I don’t think that’s possible”

“Have you checked?”

“I didn’t but-“

The silence fell at your table,then Momo giggled:

“I think a test is recommended in this case” she suggested.

You sighed and ruffled your own hair,hiding your face with your hands

“That can’t be possible come on…”

“Just do it! You can’t pretend that everything’s fine,I’ll come with you” she grabbed her bag and stood up,pointing at the door with her head as she was telling you to follow her.

You did so and walked to the nearest pharmacy,doing the test in the bathroom of your apartment. You waited a few seconds,thinking that it would’ve been negative…but it wasn’t.

Surprise! Someone was on their way to you!

Panicked,you fixed your skirt and ran out from the bathroom,slamming the door

“This can’t be possible! It can’t be! It’s wrong,I’m sure!” you yelled,walking back and forth

“It can’t be wrong,and we both know. Just calm down!” Momo followed you,grabbing your arm to make you stand still

“We can’t have a kid! Baekhyun doesn’t even want it!”

“Have you talked to him about that?”

“Well…not really…”

“Then how can you say that he doesn’t want it?”

“I’m sure…” you lowered your head

“And what about you? Do you want it? Do you want a kid?” Momo bent down a little,looking straight into your eyes.

You hesitated a second before talking:you didn’t know what to say. Before finding out that you were a soon to be mother you would’ve bet anything on an answer such as no…but now? Now you weren’t so sure anymore.

“I-…” you were about to say something when,suddenly,the door was opened,revealing Baekhyun.

“Hey babe,what’s this chaos? I could hear you mumbling from the stairs” he laughed and greeted Momo. In that moment you wanted to disappear.

Why was he already home? The only day in which he should’ve stayed at work he had decided to come back earlier than usual? You surely were born unlucky,you thought.

Momo’s eyes kept shifting from your shocked face to Baekhyun’s pretty smile,until,with a fake cough,she speed walked towards the door

“I think Y/n’s got something important to tell you. Good luck” she said,running off.

“Damn her” you mentally cursed her,then looked at your boyfriend who was already waiting for you to explain yourself.

“So?” he asked confused,putting his jacket on the coat hanger.

You licked your lips,sweating,thinking about how to get out from that embarrassing and nerve wracking situation. You were trying to imagine Baekhyun’s reaction at your news;what could it have been? Would he have been happy? Would he have left you? Or would he have asked you to get rid of the baby? You were sure he didn’t want a kid,but,at the same time,you were also sure that he wasn’t a bad person and that whatever he would’ve said,he would’ve said it for your own well being and the kid’s.

“Babe?-he stepped closer,caressing your shoulders with his hands-I’m getting worried,what is it?”

You bit your lip and sighed,lowering your head:

“What would you say if I…hum…told you that…a new member of the family is on their way?” your expression was the one of a child who had just done a mistake,which made Baekhyun laugh

“Have you adopted a puppy?” he asked,but you shook your head

“It’s something else…”

“Then a cat? Or a bird? I wouldn’t be surprised if you brought a parrot home” he joked

“No,no it’s nothing like that…”

“Then what is-“ Baekhyun eyes widened as he held onto the armchair,sitting a few seconds later

“Babe,are you okay?” you ran to him,benting down at his height as you thought he wasn’t feeling good.

“That can’t be possible!” he yelled. You startled and fell back

“But it is…” you murmured

Baekhyun sighed and stood up,offering you his hand so you could get up from the floor

“But we always do it safely”

“I know! But look,here it is!” you threw the test at Baekhyun who caught it by luck.

His eyes widened even more as he looked at the results on the stick

“I’m gonna faint” he sat on the couch

“Babe!” you shook him

“I can’t believe it. How’s this possible?”

“Accident in the process probably…” you scratched the back of your neck.

Your boyfriend stroke his forehead with his thumb and index,then he covered his face with his hand.

The silence fell in the room as you sat next to him,wrapping your arms around his shoulders while your head rested against his.

“Do you want it?” you asked

“Do you?” he asked back. You didn’t answer so he just kissed your temple.

“I’ll support you whatever your choice is. You know I dream about a family with you,it doesn’t matter if we’ll build it earlier than what we expect. As long as you’re healthy and happy with yourself I’ll be fine” the boy caressed your head and gave you another kiss. You hugged him,burying your head in the cloth of his shirt.

You stayed there for a while,in silence,embraced by Baekhyun’s warmth while trying to figure out what you really wanted.

A family surely was in your plan,same for Baekhyun,but both of you wanted to build one in a few years,once you had gotten married and found a bigger house;however the idea of an abortion just because everything was happening faster and earlier than what you expect seemed wrong to you.

“I want it” you suddenly said,raising your head from Baekhyun’s shoulder

“Are you sure about that?”

“I am. Just like you said,it doesn’t matter if it’s a few years earlier than what we have planned”

At those words the boy’s eyes started shining,then e hugged you tightly

“I can’t believe it” he mumbled,you swore he was about to cry

“Are you okay Baek?” you asked,he shook his head.

“Fuck I’m not” he grabbed a pillow,hiding behind it

“Are you crying??” you giggled

“No babe,what are you talking about?” he was already sobbing

“I thought you would’ve been mad…”

At those words Baekhyun automatically let the pillow fall

“Do I look mad to you?!”

he pointed at his teary eyes,so uou kissed his cheek

“I’m so glad I’ve found you” you hugged him.

Baekhyun held you in his arms,caressing your back as his chin rested on top of your head.

“No, I’m so glad I’ve found you,let’s start this together” he whispered,placing a kiss on your tummy

[stayandot8]

Caught In The Blast

Genre: angsty mess

Relationship type: exes

Important Contents: slight swearing, gahd dayum this hurt to write but enjoy the fruits of my 2-6am labor

WC: 2.1k

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The fight was a bad one. The worst one we’d ever had. 

He hadn’t slept, I didn’t either. We were both in bad head spaces, I know that now. It was a conversation that never should have happened. It was a perfect storm of everything that could have gone wrong, did. 

He had just come back from tour, which explained why he had his bags wih him. He came straight from the airport to my apartment, where I had been up waiting for him. He was four hours late, which he swore up and down wasn’t his fault. I tried to believe him, but there was a voice in the back of my head that told me he was lying for some reason. I had no grain of evidence for this accusation, yet I had convinced myself that this anthill was indeed the mountain I would die on. 

He came in the door in a bad mood. The air around him was just exhausted and defeated, not normal to how he would come home from previous tour months. He almost threw his luggage down when he entered and sighed so loud I heard it across the room. Already irritated with how late he was, I checked the clock for the fourth time that hour and said the worst thing imaginable to start a conversation with your boyfriend that you haven’t seen in six months when you can already tell he’s in a bad mood. 

“You’re late again.”

A great start.

“I know. I told you I was gonna be.” 

“I just wasn’t expecting you to be four fucking hours late, Chris. That’s all.”

“Well I didn’t fly the plane, I don’t know what you would’ve wanted me to do.”

“Did you come straight from the airport or did you sneak off to the studio again? You have a tendency to do that.”

“Really? This again? Come on, I literally have my bags with me. I wanted to see you, so I came straight here. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yeah, it is actually when we haven’t talked on the phone since you were in Japan. Especially when we talked every night before that.” I said that last part under my breath, not quite hoping he wouldn’t hear it, but rather just in case the pang in my chest that I would regret it later was right. 

“Well, shit got busy, I don’t know what you want me to say. The closer we got to the end, the more tired I was.” Or was it because you didn’t miss me? 

“A text telling me that wasn’t too much to do, was it? I just don’t see what would’ve been so hard about-”

“Look. I just landed, I came straight here, and all I want to do is sleep.” He dragged his bags into my room and left me alone in the living room, seething. I wasn’t about to let him off the hook like that, no. My innermost need to win any argument, a quality I got from my mother, wouldn’t let me. So I followed him into the bedroom to see him packing up some of his stuff into his bags.

“What are you doing?”

“I came here to be with my girlfriend after being away for months but if you’re going to be like this, then I’m going back to mine. I know I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

“When I’M being like this? Like what? I’m just being honest. A text isn’t too much to ask for, is it Chris? I feel like I haven’t talked to you in what feels like years and you come back and act like you don’t even want to be here! How am I supposed to react to that? What would you like me to say? I missed you so excuse me for wanting to know-”

“What am I supposed to say? ‘I’m sorry for being busy’? ‘I’m sorry that my job keeps me fucking exhausted all the time and I’m sorry that I can’t be there for you all the time’? This is my job, this is my life. This is what I signed up for. I have no room to complain about anything to anyone. Just,” He turned away from me to make for the connected bathroom. “Let me grab my stuff and I’ll be out of here.” 

“Maybe when you eventually get back, I’ll be a happy, normal person again who never questions you and will always just be happy to see you whenever you grace me with your presence.” I turned to grab my stuff to storm out, ever the drama queen. “And if you see my boyfriend anywhere, let me know. Tell him to call me.”

“And when you find my girlfriend, tell her when she stops being a bitch for no reason, to come and find me.” He’d never called me that before. I don’t think he’d ever called anyone that before. It had come out of nowhere, seemingly from the depths of his chest with how much vigor he said it with. It was such a surprise that I dropped my coat and shoes on the floor. And then the rage hit. 

“What did you just say?” I said to the door, not wanting to turn around. I couldn’t believe my ears. 

“I knew I would regret that as soon as I said it.” I heard his voice come closer, but he knew better than to try and touch me. “I’m sorry.” The first apology of the night. “I shouldn’t have let my anger get the better of me. I haven’t slept and I’m not in my right mind.”

“You’re damn right you’re not in your right mind. And if this is what your ‘job’ has turned you into after this long, I’m not sure I can keep up. The man I know would never do that, no matter how stressed or how tired he was. He wouldn’t act like this.”

“This isn’t me, you know that.”

“I’m not sure what I know anymore.” I finally turned to him, my cheeks wet with my silent tears and my things forgotten on the floor. “What happened to you?” 

“It’s too much to explain, you wouldn’t understand it all.”

“Then help me understand! I want to, so please just help me. Help me see the world of your profession through your eyes.”

“That’s just it! I can't! It’s not just a profession at this point. It has turned into my whole life. My whole life is under the control of people who don’t know me unless I make myself heard. I have to fight for my voice and sometimes even that isn’t enough. I’m not just fighting for me, I have seven other people I need to make sure whose voices are heard.” 

“I know that, Chan. I know it’s not just you. But there comes a time when you have to put yourself first or else there won’t be anything left for you to fight with.”

“If you think that I wouldn’t fight until I have nothing left, then you don’t know me as well as I thought you did.” 

“That kind of talk is self-destructive, Chan. You’re going to implode. There will be pieces of you on the walls of the JYP building. And you’re going to take me down with you.”

“If there are pieces of me left, then at least I will have made my mark on something. And I wouldn’t want my ‘self-destructive talk’ to infect anyone else, so I guess there should be as much distance between us as possible.” He pushed past me to get into my room, his empty bags in his hands. He started gathering his stuff and throwing it on my bed to pack it. “Wouldn’t want you to get caught in the blast.” 

“Oh yeah, because I wouldn’t be there to pick them up like I have a dozen times before. Because everytime you call I’m there. Whenever you need me, I ran to you. But when I need you, where are you? I know you love to make everyone feel loved but when it counts? You feel like you’re being pulled in a thousand directions but why is that? Do you not put yourself there? You don’t help yourself! To the point where no one else can help either because we don’t know how!”

“Like you’ve ever asked how you can help me! You’re so focused on what’s wrong that you don’t see what’s right in front of you. I’m withering away and there’s nothing I can do! Nothing anyone can do…”

He collapsed onto the floor, in the middle of his half-packed bags, and curled into himself. Just like I had said, there was nothing I could do for him now. I had no ideas, no suggestions, no solutions for him. 

I loved him. I knew in that moment I did. I knew it from the moment I met him and from that point on I would for as long as I lived. But I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn’t watch him self-destruct. If this was what it took for him to realize what he was doing to himself, then maybe it had to be done. 

He grabbed his zip-up Mahagrid hoodie he used to wear for his lives that he had to do while he was at my house. I slept in it every night when he wasn’t here, which had been often nowadays.

“Can you at least leave that?”

“Why?” His tone was dead. 

“You barely wear it anymore and you know it's my favorite. You’ve seen how often I sleep in it. Are you that bitter that you wouldn't let me have it?”

“Yeah, actually. It’s mine and I’m keeping it.” And he shoved it into his bag and zipped it up. “You’ll be fine.” There wasn’t any malice in his tone there, more like… remorse, if I had to put a name to it. Like he didn’t want to do it but had to to soothe some inner turmoil he was currently going through. He gathered his bags and gently shoved past me in the doorway. I think he believed I would try and stop him. One more disappointment to give him and on his way out, no less. He slowed when he got to the door and stopped when his hand had reached the door handle. It was like he didn't want to leave because he knew there was no coming back. In some way, I think he knew that this was the last straw and this…this would be the last time he knew that he would be on this side of that door. So I said the only thing I could think of that I knew was still true and would be until the day I stopped breathing.

“I love you, Chris.”

“I know.” And he closed the door gently behind him. 

That was three days ago. My apartment was now littered with used tissues and empty cups of whatever I had in the fridge because it was the only thing I could keep down. I knew I did the right thing. That didn’t make it any easier. And honestly, I expected a text at the very least by now, but my phone was still black across the counter in the kitchen. I felt like I had been staring at it everyday when I woke up until the moment I fell asleep. I spent the last 72 hours moping around my apartment, doing nothing but avoiding the calls from my parents, friends, and anyone whose name wasn’t Chris Bang. Which never came. 

Staring at the contents of my fridge, I couldn’t help the chill that shot down my spine. I had to settle for one of my own hoodies, not nearly giving the sense of home that I had been very dearly missing for the past three days. The fuzz of this sweatshirt just wasn’t cutting it and to be real with myself, I missed him. I fucking missed him a lot. 

God damnit. 

There was nothing in this fridge. Who was I kidding, I hadn’t gone shopping in a week and it was starting to show. The shelves were empty and for the first time, I was actually starting to feel the hunger. Swallowing what little self-respect I had, I put on my shoes, grabbed my keys, and opened my front door.

And there it was, in its black and white lettering glory. Sitting in a cardboard box was his zip-up hoodie. No letter, nothing else in the box, just this. The last piece of him that I would have, thanks to him. 

He would always love me. Just like I would always love him. Nothing would ever change that. Maybe later in life, we could come back together. There was always that hope. But until then, we would have to settle for this; deep down, I knew that promise to always root for each other still stood. I knew he would keep up his end. 

I never took it off.

[depressedhouseplant]

🔞 Just Fucking Write - Day 102 🔞

Prompt: Sunwoo x Wonyoung

Tags: Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), use of the word “whore”, squirting, multiple orgasms

A/N: Here’s my most recent request (keep ‘em coming! 💕) Somehow Juyeon made his way in here as a supporting character. That doesn’t count toward his stats though.

Sunwoo didn’t even remember what this party was for. All he knew was he was the only one of the group invited. That wasn’t uncommon given the size of the group, but it would’ve been nice to have someone to talk to when he arrived. He grabbed a drink off a passing tray and found a spot at a table to scan the room. A girl he didn’t immediately recognize walked over and stood in front of him.

”Hello,” she smiled.

”Hey,” he replied, trying not to appear too awkward.

”You don’t remember me?” she asked.

”Honestly? No,” Sunwoo admitted.

”Wonyoung, I hosted Music Bank with Sunghoon. Now I’m in Ive,” she told him. They’d been on there so many times, Sunwoo had to work to remember. He vaguely remembered her from Whisper promotions, but that had been a rough time for all of them.

”Right, yes,” he nodded.

“It’s okay if you don't remember. I’ve heard all about you boys. Gay as fuck for the cameras but in reality all of you will fuck pretty much anything with a nice ass,” Wonyoung said.

“Heard from who?” Sunwoo asked, not sure if he was offended or impressed.

“Everyone? Juyeon is fucking half the industry and gender is not the dividing half. Eric will accept a blow job from anyone. I was pretty sure that Sangyeon was useless bottom until I heard he gave pussy a try at least once. So, Sunwoo, what are you?” she took a long, suggestive lick off her cocktail straw.

“I, um, well, I don’t really like labels,” he coughed. Wonyoung smirked.

“So you’ll fuck anything with a nice ass?” she teased.

“I’m open to experiences,” Sunwoo was still coughing on his own spit. This was not what he’d been expecting. At all.

“Which leads me to my next question, what do you think of my ass?” she turned around and arched her back, the fact her dress was backless only accentuated the path down her spine to her ass. She was skinny like every other girl in the industry, but she knew how to make herself look good. Or maybe her stylists did. That wasn’t really the point. The point was Sunwoo’s cock was hard against his zipper.

“It’s nice, very nice,” he replied. Suddenly the room seemed too hot. She turned around and leaned over the table, purposely accentuating her chest.

”You’ll like it better when a dress isn’t covering it,” she told him. “And based on that bulge in your pants, you’re open to the experience.”

“I’m open,” he nodded.

“Perfect,” she grinned. She handed him a card. “Room 1206. Meet me there in 5 minutes.”

“Okay,” he agreed. When she was far enough away, Sunwoo pulled out his phone and texted the one person he thought might know something about her.

Sunwoo: I just got propositioned

Juyeon: By?

Sunwoo: Wonyoung

Juyeon: She was crawling all over me last week. She didn’t take being turned down well

Sunwoo: I’m your sloppy seconds???

Juyeon: Guess so. Let me know how it goes. I’m about to meet Aeri so ✌🏻

The message that Juyeon’s phone was on do not disturb popped up. Sunwoo tried not to groan in frustration. Of course, knowing Juyeon turned her down did give him a little leverage. She’d managed to fluster him, but now he knew what she wanted.

By this point it was time to go upstairs. Sunwoo rode the elevator up and let himself in while trying not to overthink.

“Bedroom!” he heard her when he closed the door and kicked off his shoes. In the next room, Wonyoung was stretched out on the bed naked with her legs spread just enough for Sunwoo to see she was wet. She was playing with one of her nipples when she met his eyes.

“Ready for this experience?” she smirked.

“I guess I’ll be able to tell Juyeon what he missed,” Sunwoo began undressing. “You know my cock is just as big as his. Somehow he gets all the attention for it though.”

Wonyoung’s face briefly changed at the mention of Juyeon, but then went back to the well practiced smile.

“Oh really?” she asked.

“Mmhmm. So if you’re looking for a big cock I’ve certainly got what you’re looking for. I’m also not currently fucking at least 3 other people,” Sunwoo climbed on the bed and hovered over her.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to use a condom?” she looked up at him.

“Only if you’re okay with it,” Sunwoo told her.

“I am,” Wonyoung nodded.

“Do you want to keep fooling around or are you going to take my cock like the whore we both know you are?” Sunwoo asked. It was a calculated risk. He could get himself slapped, kicked out, and possibly blacklisted among female idols because he called one a whore. Or he could get her pushing him onto his back and mounting his cock. Which is what happened.

“Did Juyeon call me that?” she asked.

“No, if anything he’s a whore,” Sunwoo replied.

“And me?” she continued.

“The real question is did you like it?” Sunwoo asked. Wonyoung paused, tracing patterns on his chest with her well manicured nail.

“I did,” she agreed.

“Good,” Sunwoo smirked up at her.

“And now this whore is going to ride your cock until I milk you dry,” she leaned down and gave him a peck on the lips. Then she braced herself on his shoulders and began riding him hard. It had been a while since he’d been with a girl, but Sunwoo quickly remembered how good a hot, wet pussy felt on his cock. He groaned as she rode him, coating his cock in pussy juice. Sunwoo closed his eyes and stretched out, content to let Wonyoung use him as a human dildo.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been when he felt Wonyoung start to contract around him. She dug her nails into his shoulders and bucked, moaning his name as she squirted onto his pubic hair. Sunwoo had heard of squirters, but this was the first time he’d actually experienced it. He opened his eyes and looked at her. She brushed her sweaty hair off her forehead and looked down at him.

“You like that?” she panted.

“Yeah,” he nodded.

“Good,” she smirked. “Now time for my second one and maybe I’ll let you come.”

“Is that how it works?” Sunwoo asked.

“Exactly how it works,” Wonyoung replied. She began riding him again and Sunwoo closed his eyes again. He felt the heat start to build in his lower belly.

“Don’t think I didn’t feel that,” she said.

“I’m sure you did,” he replied. She clenched her pussy around him and that sent him over the edge. She started riding him again and came a few moments later. As promised, she fucked him through both their orgasms and then slid off him.

“Pass me that towel,” she nodded to the side of the bed. Sunwoo did and she began cleaning both of them up.

“Good experience?” she asked.

“Definitely,” Sunwoo agreed.

“You’re welcome,” she grinned.

“Thank you,” he replied.

[embodiment-of-pride]

Helluva Boss x Reader Chapter 8 (Octavia Part 1)

If you are confused as to why this chapter isn't a continuation of Loona, please refer to the text below, which I have copy-pasted from the previous chapter.

If I write more for Loona, it will be in the form of taking requests, with the condition that I will write using the sinner character, and that they are already dating Loona. I will prioritize Tumblr (from people who follow me) first, then AO3 (from people who leave a kudos), and then Wattpad. I reserve the right to refuse requests, but I also reserve the right to pick a request if I see one I really like, even if that person doesn't follow me or whatever.

I will be writing for Octavia next. I think I'll try to reassess how I write, because I wasn't expecting it to take 7 fucking chapters for the main character to kiss Loona. I wanted some real development, without a grander plot, and I guess this is how it turned out. I'll try to make Octavia take less chapters, but I guarantee nothing. I also make no guarantees regarding whether I make request chapters or development chapters a priority.

Octavia's chapters can happen between Helluva Boss's Episode 2 and 8, of Season 2

Start of Chapter

You settled into your new job with a surprising amount of ease. Maybe it was how easily talking to people who couldn’t see your face came to you. Maybe it was that customers who came in talked to Blitzø mostly, and had very short interactions with you. (Not short enough in your opinion. You were still treated like shit in those brief moments). Or maybe it was the way that your new coworkers and boss treated you, with respect. Yeah, that last one was definitely it.

Eventually, you became the fifth member of I.M.P. that they never really knew they needed. Hiring you to become their receptionist had been one of the best decisions that Blitzø had made, falling only behind hiring the other members. You expertly organized meetings with clients, and scheduled appointments over calls. Your intimate knowledge with Earth as a Sinner made it so that portals were often extremely close to their targets, cutting down time taken to complete missions. You had ended up confessing that you were a Sinner pretty early on to Blitzø in private. He had taken it surprisingly well. You didn’t go on missions topside anyways, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Eventually it came out to the other employees, but they just accepted you for who you were, and didn’t judge you by the fact that you were universally determined to be a “bad person.” After all, from what they could see, you were kind and effective coworker.

Moxxie had become something of your “Work Best Friend,” and Millie had become protective of you, as though she had taken on the role of being your parental guardian. Mostly she scolded Loona when she insulted you. You didn’t mind Loona, although she did sometimes get on your nerves. You bit back when she did, refusing to be a pushover. But there was never any bad blood. You two had become close friends, and she had shown you how to use Sinstagram. You didn’t use it often though, because you found almost everything down in Hell was often too disgusting or horrible to share on the platform. Loona was your only follower. Sometimes, you felt that something would’ve been different between the two of you had something had been just slightly different. Finally, Blitzø was a funny but lovable imp. You held a high respect for him, because he had provided this much needed healthy work environment. It would’ve been perfect, but there was just something you couldn’t stand.

Blitzø’s business functioned only because of the fact that he slept with the demon prince Stolas once a month for access to a grimoire, this one in particular allowing safe passage to anywhere on Earth. You didn’t have a problem with this. What you did have a problem was the filthy fucking messages he kept leaving on your fucking receptionist phone! You loathed having to accidentally hear the horrible things Stolas said he would do, or have Blitzø do to him in bed, when all you wanted to do was your job! Christ on a stick, it was like he wanted you to hear them!

When you had first complained to Blitzø, he told you to just ignore them. But soon the messages were flooding the memory of the phone, and it was becoming a logistical issue to sort for actual clients. So you kept bugging Blitzø about it.

You couldn’t bring yourself to call Stolas directly, partly because you didn’t want to be mistaken for Blitzø, and partly because Stolas scared the shit out of you. He was Demon Royalty. You had witnessed his “full demon” form on your first day, and he had you legitimately scared for your afterlife. You couldn’t bring yourself to the idea of talking to him, let alone asking him to stop doing something. From your memory on Earth, people in high positions of power had fragile egos, and they didn’t respond well to defiance.

“Listen (Y/N), I don’t have time to listen to your fucking complaints all day. If it’s really that big of an issue, you should visit him this month. Satan knows I could use a break from that lanky-ass dodo.”

Your face twisted in horror.

“I-I’m not going to fuck Stolas for you, sir. Although, maybe if—”

“I’m not asking you to fuck Stolas, (Y/N)! Christ on a stick, I wouldn’t wish that horny fucking bird on anyone here. No, I’m saying that if his raunchy-ass messages have become such an issue that it interferes with clients, then it shouldn’t be a problem if he doesn’t get his pound-town session this month. And you’ll be the one to tell him.”

“Sir, I really don’t think—"

“No ‘buts,’ (Y/N)! Here’s the address.” Blitzø quickly scribbled something on a scrap of paper from your desk.  “…AND here’s my grappling hook; you better bring it back in one piece, or it’ll be coming out of your next paycheck.” Blitzø took a large metal hook attached to a long piece of rope from seemingly out of nowhere, and handed it to you. You nearly fell down; you were not prepared for how heavy it was. “You’ll have to sneak into his mansion; usually the balcony of his bedroom is open. It’s not a good look for a demon prince to be just invite those of ‘lower status.’” Blitzø spat those last words out. “You may be a filthy fucking sinner, but you still look like a hellhound born with an eye defect. And I don’t want you screwing up our arrangement by being seen, dipshit.”

You reluctantly took the grappling hook and slip of paper with the address. You double-checked with Moxxie that the address was correct. You never trusted Blitzø when he wrote something down. You didn’t think he was intentionally doing it though, it might’ve just been an issue he had. It had been the same when you were trying to find I.M.P. from the ads.

The next thing you knew, it was night, and you were outside Stolas’s mansion. You held a large hook attached to a rope in your hands. Shit, I guess I’m really doing this, you thought. I really hope Stolas doesn’t just fucking kill me instantly…

It took you a few tries to throw the hook high enough to catch the railing. The balcony was on the second floor, so it would’ve been impossible for you, had it not been for the strength of your hellhound-like body. You fucking furry. You tugged the rope to make sure it was secure. Then, you started to climb.

It was difficult, despite your alien strength. You had been sitting at a desk for weeks at I.M.P. You never went on any missions due to your sinner status, and thus you hadn’t had the opportunity or reason to work on your stamina. You decided that you needed to start exercising in the mornings, before work, just in case if Blitzø cursed you to make visiting Stolas a regular thing. Unless I can convince him to stop leaving those messages, you thought as you put hand over hand, muscles straining from the first time they were truly put to the test in Hell.

Finally, you pulled yourself over the railing of the balcony, and collapsed to the floor, looking up at the sky while you breathed heavily, exhausted. You lay there for about a minute before you heard repeated clicks that sounded like footsteps coming towards you. You tilted your head towards the inside of the building, and saw Stolas. He looked like the smaller form you had seen on your first day at I.M.P., with blueish-grey feathers, and a white face that reminded you of an owl’s. He was wearing a red robe, but his thin upper body was still mostly revealed. You might’ve found him attractive had you not been so fucking annoyed at the messages he left on the office phone.

“You’re not Blitzy,” Stolas said as he looked down at you, confused. “Where is he?”

Your eyes went wide, and you scrambled to get up. You pushed your back against the railing, trying to put distance between you and the demon prince. Your legs were trembling from fear and exhaustion. You quickly gulped some air, and then spoke.

“Blitzø told me to *gasp* tell you that he wouldn’t *big breath* be coming tonight because *gasp* Okay I need a bit more time *gasp* please don’t kill me!”

Stolas waited patiently as you were finally able to slow your breathing down to a reasonable rhythm. He cocked his head to the side, curious and amused.

“Blitzø isn’t coming; I’m sorry. Please don’t kill me. I have your book!”

You reached into the bag that you had been carrying, and pulled out the book with Stolas’s sigil on it. You quickly took a knee, presenting the grimoire as the powerful relic it was. You also didn’t want him to smite you for being disrespectful. Stolas looked embarrassed, and disappointed.

“I see. Well, I’m not going to kill you. Yet, at least. And Blitzy isn’t here because…?”

Stolas must’ve seen the look of terror on your face, because he quickly apologized.

“Oh, my! I’m so sorry! I was just trying to have a little laugh! Please don’t think I would actually…!”

You were trembling out of fear. You didn’t understand how Blitzø could talk to Stolas the way he did. He was royalty, and as such held immense power. Not only in terms of magic, but in holding the strings of society as well. Not to mention he could shut down I.M.P., simply by withholding his grimoire. You loathed Blitzø in this moment.

“But, um, why are you here, instead of my devilishly handsome imp?” Stolas asked again.

You tried to stop yourself from shaking. You sighed and held your hands up in a surrendering pose, making it clear that you should not be held responsible for what you were about to say.  “In his own words: ‘If his raunchy-ass messages have become such an issue that it interferes with clients, then it shouldn’t be a problem if he doesn’t get his pound-town session this month. And you’ll be the one to tell him.’ I’m just the messenger, your highness, please don’t punish me!”

Stolas’s pale face became a crimson red. He stepped towards you, an arm outstretched in sympathy. You flinched when he approached, and he stopped himself.

“I am…truly sorry. I wasn’t aware of…I mean, I…”

Stolas bit his lip, or whatever the equivalent of doing that with a beak was, and sighed.

“That’s disappointing. You shall let him know that I will now refrain from leaving such vulgar messages on your telephone. I guess I hadn’t really considered the extent to which it could become an issue. Once again, you have my apologies.”

Stolas took a knee, spread his arms, and bowed his head.

You were shocked. You hadn’t expected Demon Royalty to be so…forgiving. He was so respectful to you, and you were a measly sinner. You were able to calm yourself at the sight of his gesture. You even gathered the bravery to ask him a question.

“Forgive me for saying so, your highness, but…I hadn’t expected you to be so…polite. Why do you treat me with such respect?”

Stolas stood up. He was still a great deal taller than you, and you became slightly intimidated again.

“You’re a friend of Blitzy’s, are you not? Although, I guess that doesn’t really explain why I would…hmm?”

Stolas noticed that you were still kneeling, and still holding his grimoire out. He carefully took it from your hands, careful not to touch you. You were grateful; your arms were getting tired. Still scared, but grateful. You stood up, but your legs were jelly. You fell against the railing, using an arm to steady yourself.

Stolas looked at you with concern. “Why don’t you come inside? I’m sure we have much to discuss, regarding my little imp’s…rebelliousness.” You nodded, once again grateful at the prince’s hospitality. Although you were not prepared when he took you by the arm, walking you into the building. Unholy fucking shit, he’s kind of charming, you thought.

The balcony had been to Stolas’s bedroom. He led you to a small table with 2 chairs, and pulled out a chair for you. Once he made sure you were comfortable, he took the chair opposite. Then, to your amazement, he magically produced a tea set, and poured you each a drink.

He took a sip, then began the conversation. “So…I’ve been causing you quite some distress with my messages, hmm? Once again, I extend my apologies. I didn’t intend for them to interfere with business matters. Or maybe I did. I do like it when Blitzy punishes me…” Stolas once again bit his beak as he started to imagine something you didn’t want to definitely did not want to be present for. He scrunched his neck, and shivered his feathers. Then he snapped out of it when he found that you were physically uncomfortable.

“UM! Sorry, once again! It does seem though that my carelessness has caused you and Blitzø quite some distress. Enough so that he does not wish to see me this month. Very well. I shall be lenient, just this once. I shall stop leaving messages for my wittwe Bwitzy,” Stolas made a kissy face as he said that, “and you shall see to it that he does not miss this meeting again.”

You nodded quickly, eager to leave. Stolas may have been charming, but his infatuation with your boss was deeply unsettling.

Stolas magically levitated the grappling hook to you. “You look horribly exhausted after that climb. I shall allow you to leave through the main entrance. The night staff are not currently present, as some things are being…moved. It shouldn’t be that hard to sneak out anyways. I used to do it when I was a young owlet, even when there was night staff.”

You tried not to mention that his staff had probably let him sneak out when he was a child.

“Oh, and feel free to stay and finish your tea. I know meeting Demon Royalty can be intimidating for some, but I really have seemed to do a number on you!” Stolas laughed lightly, once again showing his hospitality. You stared at the tea in front of you, then decided that if Stolas was going to kill you, he would’ve done it already. You brought the tea up to your face, and took a sip. It was good. You weren’t familiar with the taste, but you drank it regardless.

Stolas began speaking conversationally to you about stars as you finished, and you were able to amuse him with some of your memories when you lived on Earth. You were able to enlighten him about things he wasn’t aware of, like how there was an entire branch of science dedicated to studying the stars and the universe. He in turn enlightened you with some cosmic secrets of the sky, ones you wouldn’t have been able to comprehend when you were alive. Stolas and you kept speaking, and besides the occasional comment about Blitzø, you had a lively conversation, drifting from stars to other topics about the human realm. Before long, you regarded each other as friends.

When you were done, Stolas led you out of his bedroom into the hall inside. He gave you a long set of directions, then left you to it. You started to walk, but almost immediately got lost in the expanse of the mansion. You tried to retrace your steps and find your way back, but that seemed to only make it worse.

You dared not turn any lights on, just in case any night staff were around, and Stolas hadn’t been aware. As the night became darker, you had to put your hand against the wall as to not get disoriented. You kept wandering the halls, until you came upon what looked like a general living area. It looked almost like a living room, but it was too extravagant to be called anything close to it. I guess that must be the difference between the rich and the poor, you thought. Basic rooms become almost unrecognizable if you deal with this much money.

A purple flame lit in front of your eyes, and suddenly you were staring into 2 large, red eyes. You jumped back in surprise, and the flame grew larger, until you saw that it was being held in the palm of another owl demon. You recognized her. She was Stolas’s daughter, and it had been I.M.P.’s job to track her down in L.A. while you manned the phones.

“Who the fuck are you?” The girl said sleepily. She still held the purple flame in her palm, and you could see that she was in a defensive stance. Despite the exhaustion apparent in her voice, and large eyebags, there was nothing else to indicate that she wasn’t ready to fight you if it was necessary.

You raised your hands, indicating that you were in a state of surrender. Octavia stepped closer to you, and after a minute of looking at your face, she recognized you as well.

“You’re the hellhound that didn’t squeal on me when I stole my dad’s book,” she said curiously. You were surprised by the sound of her voice.

“You’re…British,” you said stupidly.

“The fuck is British?” Octavia said groggily, apparently not aware that she was speaking in a very popular accent from Earth. “Forget that,” she said as she waved her hand dismissively. “What are you doing here? I’ll have you know I can kill you in several different ways.” She waved the ball of fire threateningly.

“I’m here because of your dad!” You said quickly. Octavia let out a groan of disgust.

“The imp wasn’t enough, was it? Does he fuck everyone at that place? Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.” Octavia closed her eyes, trying to shove those thought away.

“No, I didn’t fuck him!” you said, also disgusted. Octavia looked at you in surprise. “I had a conversation with him. He was leaving too many…” you looked at the girl’s eyes, and realized she didn’t need nor want all of the details. “…messages on our phone there. I just needed to talk to him. He’s a good conversationalist.”

Octavia nodded slowly, but it seemed that she wasn’t really paying attention to what you were saying. Which was strange, because she was definitely focused on looking at you.

“Can I…touch your fur?” she said suddenly.

You stepped back slightly, startled. “What?”

“Sorry! I mean, I haven’t had the opportunity to meet that many hellhounds before. Usually they’re guards at my mother’s stupid parties. I tried to ask them once, but they just ignored me, saying that they ‘wouldn’t abandon their posts assigned to them by your father.’ My mother soon dragged me away, saying I shouldn’t speak to those ‘below my station.’”

Octavia seemed to speak ill of her royalty, mocking it several times.

“I did meet Loona though,” she continued, putting a finger that wasn’t holding fire to her chin and looking away as she was remembering it, “we hugged.”

She stopped herself, then looked at you, embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to go on like that. Could I please touch your fur? It looks so…fluffy,” she asked again.

Your face still wore the expression of disbelief and wariness, but you could feel red creeping into your face. It was the first time somebody had asked to touch you. Normally other creatures in hell, when you were outside the office, touched or petted you without permission, and you always snapped at them.

Octavia held up the fire in her hand, jokingly holding it up as a threat. “I could always, you know,” she laughed. You weren’t sure if she was serious or not. Still, you didn’t want to fuck with Demon Royalty.

You held out your arm to her. It had been warm in the last few months of the Pride Ring, so you weren’t wearing long sleeves. Octavia looked at in awe, as if it were something that was worthy of being fascinated by. You felt the creeping red touch the rest of your face.

Octavia held the fire out, then removed her hand from it. The fire stayed where it was in the air. Then she turned back to your arm. She hesitantly reached her own arm out, and felt the fur. She rubbed it back and forth with her hand, feeling it. You had a visible response every time she rubbed it against the way your hairs were resting, so she quickly stopped petting it that way. She pet your fur with the flow this time, and you actually enjoyed the sensation. It tingled. She turned your arm over, and felt your hand, where your fur met your beans. That tickled, but you let her continue. She grabbed your hand with hers and led you further into the living room. You reluctantly followed.

Octavia sat you in a chair, then put herself on a couch that was next to it. They were arranged so that one was about a 90 degree rotation from the other. She put your arm over the rest, and propped herself up on the couch’s. There, she continued petting the fur on your arm. It had been a while since anybody had touched you with this amount of care. Nobody in Hell had ever treated you like this before. Then, she reached up to your head, and felt the top of it.

You hadn’t realized you had been touch-starved, and so what little resistance you had quickly crumbled. You let your head fall, and you laid the top half of your body over the armrest in the chair. Octavia continued to pet the fur on your head. Eventually, she started feeling behind your ears, and the point at which they stuck out the top edges of your head. When she started scratching there slightly, you closed your eyes and entered a state of bliss.

It was just you and her, in these soft, rich people soft, furniture, and the soft purple glow of the fire that hovered nearby in the darkness. You let her claws run through your fur, occasionally scratching certain places. Sometimes your leg kicked involuntarily, but you just let it be when it did. She felt your face, and your nose twitched whenever she touched a whisker. She felt your neck, cheeks, and your snout. You weren’t sure how long you were in a state of euphoria, but it was interrupted by what she said next.

“Good (Y/G).”

Your eyes snapped open, and you sat up. Octavia snatched her hand back, reacting to your sudden movement, and you could see in her face that she hadn’t realized what she had done.

“I should go,” you quickly. You were uncomfortable with how easily she had relaxed you. You didn’t intend on becoming her servant, her dog, or anything of the sort. You couldn’t just let her treat you like a pet, and you needed to get away then.

“Okay,” Octavia said, and you could her in her voice how reluctant she was to let you go.

You sat up, and offered her your hand. She took it, and you flinched when you felt her palm touch yours. When she was standing, you quickly let go, and asked for directions.

“I was lost before. Could you show me how I can leave?” you said coldly, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. Octavia nodded, and led you out. There were several times when she reached out to touch your arm, but you flinched away every time.

Soon, you were at the front entrance. You could see through some windows that the night was almost over, and the sun would soon rise. Staff would be waking up, and would soon be here, if they weren’t already. Octavia opened the door for you, and she watched you walk out. In the soft light outside, you could see that she was wearing some kind of pajamas. You quickly turned to look at her face. She was disappointed.

“Will I see you again?” She asked when you were on the front step. It wasn’t a question of longing; she was genuinely curious. You opened you mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words. So you closed your mouth, and strutted to the gate. You threw the grappling hook over the fence, and shimmied up and over, using the rope.

“I could have opened it for you!” Octavia called out sarcastically when you were on the other side. You raised your hand as if to wave, but thought better of it. You gathered the hook and rope, put it in your bag, then walked as fast as you could until you were back at your small apartment. Light was slowly returning to the Pride Ring as you went. It was a long walk, and whatever Hell’s equivalent to a sun was fully up by the time you arrived home.

You collapsed onto your bed, but it was only moments before the alarm on your phone went off.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

You reluctantly got up, and took a shower. It made you uncomfortable how washing your fur reminded you of how she touched you. You made it fast, and got out as soon as you felt you were clean. You shook yourself off, and only gently padded yourself off with a towel. You wanted to avoid any sensation of something moving through your fur. You finished getting ready, and arrived at I.M.P. with slightly damp fur. Not enough for it to smell like wet dog, but enough that it was noticeable.

You entered the office, and were immediately commented on by Loona.

“You look like shit,” she said.

“Thanks. I feel like shit,” you replied, and sat down at your receptionist desk. You leaned back, faced the ceiling, and let out a groan so long that it almost became a howl.

“Damn,” Loona said. “That bad, huh? Tell me, is porking Stolas as fun as it looks?” she teased. You let your head flop down, and looked her dead in the eyes. “I didn’t fuck Stolas,” you said. Your tone of voice communicated that you were too tired for this.

“Wait, what? Then why are you like this? Didn’t you sleep?” She questioned. Fuck. Now she wants to know what happened, you thought. Today is going to suck.

“I’m not telling you what happened,” you said plainly. Loona walked up to your desk, steadied herself on her hands, and leaned right into your face. She blew on your nose.

You blinked. “What the fuck, Loona!? What was that?” you said, annoyed. Loona looked at you curiously. “Huh. I thought I would get a different kind of reaction.” You were about to say something, but the office door opened again.

Stolas entered, a joyful look on his face. “You will not believe this!” he said giddily. “Octavia wants a tour of I.M.P.! Oh Blitzyyy!” he called out, and strode into the room. Octavia followed him in, but looked visibly put off by her father’s behaviour. You picked your jaw up off the floor.

Loona followed your eyes, seeing your horrified expression. She noticed that you weren’t staring at Stolas, but instead at Octavia.

“No fucking way.”

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[thotsforvillainrights]

-Straight From The Heart-

~Chapter 4~

By the next morning his mood and schedule had shifted considerably within just a few hours all because of you. He now spent more time checking his phone than he’d ever done in his life. He was waiting for that first text from you while silently battling his inner urge to text first. ‘Listen to Chitose, play it smooth’ his thoughts dragged on as he scanned the notifications again. “Damn, still empty.” He sighed as he plugged his phone up and headed into the shower. Today should be as easy as ever given that he only had to head to the office and answer a few phone calls here and there. In all reality, his team would handle everything for him for now. He really wished you’d taken him up on his offer to work at the office. Then he could train you while having an excuse to spend more time with you as well. He smiled at the thought of lunches with you becoming a regular thing as well as driving you around if you’d allow it. As he scrubbed himself in the shower his mind continued wandering but it always seemed to land right back on the thought of you. What was your favorite food, color, song, show or movie? What did you like doing for fun? What were you up to right now? If he was truly as desperate as he seemed then he would’ve brought you up to Skeptic and had the man put you on his camera radar. 

Maybe he could...

‘No no no, play it cool. Take things slow.’ He reminded himself as he washed the suds away. He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading to the mirror. He reached under the bathroom sink and pulled out his hairdryer. The sound of the wind was so loud that he nearly didn’t catch the small ding of his phone going off. He instantly recognized the text tone and quickly shut off the dryer before rushing to the room and snatching his phone off the charger. His eyes sparkled when he saw it was from you! Finally his first text from you! He slid the screen open and quickly prepared to reply. 

Only for a moment did he forget he was a grown man by the way he squealed and squeezed his phone tightly to his chest. He caught glimpse of himself in the mirror and blushed before immediately clearing his throat and regaining himself in the process. He texted you that he could be there soon and rushed back into the bathroom to finish getting ready. Usually he’d taken pretty good care of his appearance but today he’d stretch it just a tad bit further. He made sure his hair was perfect and his mustache was trimmed neatly adorning his top lip. He shaved himself down, applied his most expensive cologne from his collection, applied his skin care, and picked out his most pressed suit. He took one last look at himself in the mirror before cleaning his glasses and placing them on his face. When he was finally satisfied with his appearance he’d headed to his car and made his way to your apartment strictly from memory. He wasn’t sure where to go from there but luckily you’d came out of the lobby when you spotted his car pulling up and parking. He quickly got out of the drivers side and beat you to the door so he could open it for you. “Thank you.” You mumbled as you got into the car. He tried to contain his excitement once he strapped himself back into the driver’s seat and started out to his offices. He didn’t bother turning the radio on as he opted for small talk instead. “So what made you change your mind about the whole thing again?” You sighed and rubbed your arm while turning to look out the window. “Well I figured that I really didn’t want to sit around the house during the job hunt any longer. It’s been driving me absolutely insane having to put in application after application. While I’m still unsure about being paid under the table, I suppose there’s no harm in things. If we’re being honest with each other right now...I really need the money too. Just don’t judge me on that okay?”

“No judgement needed haha. I wouldn’t pay you if I didn’t think you needed it.” 

A lie.

“If it makes you feel better then I won’t go overboard with the money.”

Another lie. He was planning on secretly spoiling you as soon as he got the chance. 

As soon as he made it to the offices he’d parked in his designated spot and looped around to open the car door for you again. “I see no shortage in chivalry eh? Does it get to be that way with age or did you adapt to putting on a good face for the press and your voters?” You teased him and he laughed lightly. “Perhaps.” He closed the door behind you and had to mentally stop himself from reaching out and grabbing your hand. “Follow me and I’ll give you a quick tour.” You nodded and followed dutifully along his side, observing everything you might deem important later on. He showed you the emergency exits, the bulletin board, the various desks and where you’d be working (rather close to his office door), the parking spots and break room, etc. He lead you into his office and showed you around there before chatting with you some more. “I’m going to start you off with a receptionist position but there is room to grow and expand from there if you find something you’re good at. Usually you have to work for it but because I don’t know how long you’ll be here, I’ll promote you as soon as you want me to. There are any number of roles you can take on! Field organizer, finance director, chief of staff, the possibilities are endless! You just give me the word and I’ll put you there.” He reassured you as you scoffed a bit. “Wow...that’s definitely a lot to take in. It’s really unfair when I keep thinking about it and all the people that’ll be affected by something like this. Are you sure you’re really willing to stick your neck out for a stranger like me?” You became a little nervous thinking about the whole thing but when he was the boss, who could call him out on his practices. “Pay it no mind. I don’t mind doing things like this for you. You’re not a stranger after all. You’re 5 cent Y/N!” 

“God, if you keep calling me that then this’ll be the last term you run for office for.” You playfully flicked the dangling strand of hair and he laughed. “Mr. Hanabata? Might I have a word with you?” A voice called out making the both of you turn your attention to his office door. There stood a rather short girl, chubby with a lovely sense of fashion and a nice haircut to fit. She wasn’t timid but rather...gentle instead. “Ah Shoko, please enter.” His demeanor changed from playful to serious as he took a seat at his desk. You stood to the side and watched the two interact. Shoko took another look at you from bottom to top before turning her attention to Hanabata. “My apologies but may I ask who this is? A new hire perhaps?” Hanabata smiled and looked down at his twiddling thumbs on the desk. He silently prayed you didn’t notice the pale pink dusting his cheeks. “Yes, this is Y/N. Starting today they’ll be our temp receptionist. Should they consider staying permanently is all up to her/him/them.” He smiled lightly at you and you returned it. Shoko cleared her throat. “But sir, no offense but you didn’t run her/him/them by the HR department to conduct an interview or anything like the sort. Do you want to carry through with that now?” Your stomach lurched at the thought of having to sit through another interview. Luckily he’d spoken up on your behalf. “Nonsense Shoko! I don’t need to run everything by HR yknow. Besides, I interviewed Y/N just the other day, right Y/N?” He smiled at you and you’d caught onto his lie. “Yes...sir.” Shoko looked uneasy at everything but didn’t have to question anything else as Hanabata spoke up again. “Good! Now that’s settled, Shoko please take time to show Y/N to their desk will you? Y/N on your desk there will be a phone with various lines. Just connect line 8 if you have anymore questions. That’s my line and I’ll be happy to help. Welcome to the team.” He smiled cheerfully.

[shegosgothtwin]

It started with a glance. She was in a grimy, underground bar when she saw him for the first time. He was on a flimsy stage playing his guitar, unruly curls cascading down his face and neck. She was immediately attracted to him and when he flung his hair back he caught her staring. This wasn’t an usual thing for him, women staring at him often times leading to meaningless casual sex. He thought this would be another easy conquest..

The week before…

Layne Blake found herself half asleep arriving at work. She worked a factory job, manual labor and while it definitely was not her dream job, it paid more than enough to support her lifestyle. The swing shift wasn’t too bad either, every other weekend off was wonderful. However, the 8pm-8am work hours were not so great, but anything to not have to work with the public, right? Layne was a slim girl, toned, pale complexion. Emerald green eyes, raven black hair, more of an alternative style. Had tattoos almost everywhere, on her hands, neck, arms, legs. She liked that she could be free to be herself at this job, even if it the hours were terrible. It was a Wednesday, having the last two days off after working the weekend. Two days didn’t seem nearly enough to feel rested after the hell of a work weekend. She was one of the younger people on shift, mostly men in their late 40s early 50s and women of the same age. In fact, her workplace best friend was 54. Almost 3 decades older than her. This woman was named Charlotte, she was from the Boston area and had a very thick accent. That was one of the reasons Layne loved talking with her so much. This evening was not out of the ordinary. Around 11 pm her best friend had sent her a text.

Ryley: there’s a show in Salem this Saturday night at that underground place I told you about. You tryna go? Read at 11:06 PM

Layne: sure thing.

“How were your days off?” Charlotte asked breaking her out the spell her phone had her in. “It was fine, mostly just slept. I went to the gym yesterday and watched some Netflix” she replied. Charlotte then went on a rant about her oldest son, Jonny. He and his girlfriend always seemed to be in some kind of physical altercation. Layne only listened here and there, caught her saying “then Nikki jumped on his back and he just walked around like she was a sweata”. She laughed at that, hearing her accent come out. Then Charlotte asked about her boyfriend, saying she hasn’t heard her talking about him lately. Layne was dating Corey for almost a year and a half. Things started to go downhill and she finally left him, and told Charlotte how bad things had really gotten. Ryley was the only one who knew the details but she was a bit shook up about it still, almost two months after. She understood and didn’t pry anymore after that. The night went by slowly after that but finally 8am came. Thursday night was painfully slow. The night seemed to drag on and on. Friday night Layne was set to meet up with some other friends, however in usual form she over slept and missed every call and text. Her apartment was nice enough, she decorated it in her own style and she loved it. It was little one bedroom studio over some little shops and a dental office.

Saturday afternoon

Ryley was on her way over to Laynes apartment since it was closer than hers to get to this place. It was only about an hour from her, where as it would’ve been closer to two if they’d left from Ryleys. Layne was alternative and dressed in mostly black and darker clothing, while Ryley was cut from the same cloth she wore a bit more color. Think closer to pastel goth, her winged eyeliner was always perfect, her and outfit always nice. Ryley was aesthetically pleasing but Layne knew better than to think she had it all. Ryley was a teen mom, having her first child when they were 16 and the relationship she had with her sons father had been difficult. Now, at 22 she knew what she wanted in a relationship, however she was modest and rarely let anyone really know her. So, as they both got dressed and applied make up Ryley got a text from one of the guys she knew in Salem. He was one of those crusty guys that always were at a show and only went by some odd nickname, but he knew where the coolest shows were and most of the people that went so she thought being kind to him might pay off for her. It was now about 5:45 and they were off to Salem. They both dressed cute in case they met someone, but both knew most of the guys in the bands either had a girl already, were a walking venereal disease or had some sort of alcohol/drug dependency. While they were nice to look at, both knew to be cautious when speaking to any