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A BUSINESS PROPOSAL â the pro-hero, dynamite, is forced on a date with some ceo's daughter. except, it's just you and your best friend doing your absolute best to scare him away.
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cw: suggestive, fluff, not proofread
a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for quite literally a year. i decided to rewatch the drama and omggggg i still love it. i might make a part two bc this was kinda fun to write.
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pro-hero, katsuki bakugou, was rapidly climbing the hero ranks the moment he graduated high school. by the time he was 23, he was already one of japanâs top heroes. he had been working his ass off, spending countless hours training and fighting for the dream he had worked for since he was a child, and all of his hard work had finally come to fruition.
unfortunately, there was one thing he didnât have.
âyou need to get a girlfriend, katsuki.â
the blond found himself now trapped in another dreadful conversation with his mother. for the past year, his mother had been pestering him about finding a partner and it made him want to tear his hair out. he groaned as he did his best to tune her out.
âiâm being serious, katsuki,â she pestered, pouring herself a cup of coffee. âweâre both getting older and I want grandbabies.â
âyouâre not getting any fucking grandbabies if you keep fucking bothering me about it,â the man huffed. âi donât know why you care so much about me fucking some chick. itâs creepy.â
mitsuki scoffed. âwell, sorry I donât want to you die alone and unhappy.â
those words still ricocheted in his head as he shuffled through paperwork a few weeks later. die alone, he thought. like hell, I need some woman and kid slowing me down.
there was a soft knock on the door of his office followed by the calm voice of his assistant. âmr. bakugou?â
âopen,â he responded, not looking up from the papers.
his assistant walked in, closing the door behind him. âtodorokiâs agency wanted to ask how the paperwork is coming along.â
âtell him to leave me alone.â
the still unnamed assistant checked his watch, huffing. âsirââ he leaned forward, the tablet in his hand now curled up near his chestâ âhave you called your mother at all today?â
katsuki raised his eyes, immediately suspicious. âwhy?â
âyes or no, sir?â
he sighed. âno, I have not.â
âthat explains it,â the assistant muttered, leaning back. âshe wanted me to tell you that she-â
âKATSUKI!â like clockwork, mitsuki stormed through the double doors of katsukiâs office. the man swore under his breath. the assistant stood aside as the older woman made her way to her sonâs desk. âI have incredible news for you!~â
he place the papers on the desk and pinched the bridge of his nose, anticipating the worst. âoh boy, I wonder what it could be,â he spoke, sarcasm lacing his jaded voice.
âcurb your enthusiasm, buddy.â mitsuki stood tall. âthe ceo of XXXXX has agreed to a blind date with his daughter!â she did jazz hands to emphasize it.
katsuki froze. âsorry?â
âyouâre going on a blind date with the ceoâs daughter.â she did the jazz hands again.
âare you fucking kidding me?!â katsuki began to raise his voice, evidently pissed off. âyou went and set up some blind date with a random woman because you want some fucking grandkids!?â
âI fail to see the issue katsuki.â
âwell, thereâs fucking plenty!â
âlisten, and listen well; youâre going to find a woman to settle down with whether you like it or not, katsuki. plus, wouldnât marrying into a ceoâs family be good for business?â
âthis is fucking ridiculous.â the man stood up and was ready to leave. âitâs not happening. iâm busy all this month.â
ânot anymore!~â mitsuki had the biggest shit-eating grin the man had ever seen.
katsuki looked over at his assistant, eyebrow cocked. âthatâs what I was trying to tell you, sir, before sheâŠâ he shifted his gaze to the older woman ââŠbefore she walked in.â
âi also had him clear your schedule.â she chimed in.
katsuki huffed, wanting the world to swallow him whole.
~
âanother one? did he forget every other date youâve gone on?â
your friend had invited you to a nice debrief at the cafe you two had been eyeing for a while. being from a wealthy business family, it was common place for her parents to try and marry her off, but your friend would rather eat lead than have anything to do with this.
your friend huffed, crossing her arms as she looked out at the nearby street. âthatâs what Iâm saying.â
âand you literally have no idea who this dude could be?â
âwell, it is a blind date after all.â she looked back at you, hands now on the table. âbut he knows I donât wanna be set up with some dude just because heâs rich. I only plan to marry for love.â she waved her hands in a rainbow motion on the word âloveâ to really get the point home.
you took a sip from your drink. âyour dad, yeah. doesnât he know weâre just gonna scare him away again?â
she raised her coffee cup to her lip, chuckling a bit. memories of your twoâs shenanigans flooding her mind. âshould we do that again?â
âis that even a question,â you grinned.
~
you and your friend had planned for you to go on the date instead. youâd be dressed neatly in expensive clothing borrowed from your friend. she gave you a cute makeup look to make you look expensive and a pretty wig with scarily realistic hair.
the plan was simple:
be as unappealing as possible.
you sat down and waited for your friendâs date to show up. as you waited, you did your best to calm your nerves and fix your makeup a bit. after a few minutes of waiting, a deep voice spoke from behind you.
âyou XXXX XXXXXXXXX?â
startled, the compact mirror in your hand shook. you turned around and began to shake even more. the man your friend had been set up with, the man you are about to scare off, the man standing in front of you right now was absolutely, unbelievably attractive. what was his name again?
katsuki bakugou.
katsuki saw your eyes widen for a moment and was about to leave, a bit worried that you were the wrong person.
âyes,â you answered, voice a bit meeker than you had hoped. not only was he undeniably attractive, but he looked oddly familiar. was he some kind of model or actor? âtake a seat.â you gestured to the seat across from you.
the blond sat down, visibly uninterested. you, on the other hand, were doing your absolute best to calm your nerves, hands trembling a bit as you raised your water glass to your lips. you took a deep breath. you were determined to make this date fail.
thus began tactic number one.
you let out a deep sigh, drawing katsukiâs attention. âitâs warm in here, isnât it,â you asked smugly, carefully peeling your jacket off. the dress you were wearing underneath was sleeveless and showed off your shoulders and collarbone. it was far from warm in the restaurant you two sat in, but you were without a doubt going to pretend you were burning up.
no one likes a woman that shows too much skin.
katsuki didnât even bother with a verbal response. instead, he just cocked an eyebrow. he examined you as you practically flaunted your arms and noticed goosebumps painting the exposed skin. âyou have goosebumps.â
crap.
you chuckled, fixing your hair. âi just get goosebumps a lot.â
time for the next strategy.
you kicked your foot against the table. you fake winced, saying a sweet âsorryâ as you pulled your leg back. your voice then switched to a high-pitched baby voice as you cooed at your expensive heels, gently brushing them. âitâs okay, baby, itâs okay.â you then turned your attention to the equally expensive clutch near you. âoh, did you get scared, baby?â you continued cooing and kissing your clutch.
a woman crazy about luxury goods. howâs that for a turn-off?
you looked away from the clutch and watched as katsuki typed away on his phone.
was your performance not worth watching?
âwhat are you doing?â
katsukiâs head darted up before he sheepishly tucked his phone away. âa text from work. sorry.â
this wonât do. on to my last resort.
âIâm so sad,â you blurted out.
âwhat?â
you crossed your arms, huffing. âIâm so sad. you seem so uninterested in me.â you pouted. âitâs making samantha and rachel very sad.â
the blondâs brows furrowed as he took a sip out of his cup. âsamantha and rachel?â
you smirked, holding the sides of the table so your chest was open. âthe left one is samantha. right is rachel. i spent a wopping half a million a piece on these babies.â
he nearly choked on his water, coughing as he placed it back on the table. you did your absolute best to not break character. you giggled, leaning back in your seat. âiâm rambling, arenât i?â
one could say this was your best performance. there was no way in hell that he was going to ask for a second date.
â
âHE ASKED FOR A SECOND DATE?!â
you sat with your head in your hands across from your friend. âI did my best, I swear.â
âif you did your best then why am I going on a second date with him,â she asked, practically crushing her cup.
âhe was very persistent, in my defense.â
your friend sighed lowly. âjeez, I guess Iâll have to go and scare him away myself.â
âhow,â you asked, lazily looking back up her. âhe thinks you look like me.â
âwell, i donât want to see him anymore regardless, so him finding out youâre not the real me should only drive him further, yeah?â your friend feigned calmness as she said that, but you could tell that she was thoroughly irritated. you watched as coffee leaked from under her lid and onto her fingers. she was no indeed crushing the cup.
sheepishly you offered, âIâll buy you a new drink.â
â
âyou want toâŠmeet her again?â
katsuki decided to visit izuku on his lunch break. they were in a nearby cafe, casually debriefing about how their days had been going. izuku, like most of katsukiâs friends, had long known of his motherâs desire for her son to get married and have kids. katsuki had told izuku about the date his mom had set him up on, complaining about how that âold hagâ, in his words, had no respect for his boundaries and was weirdly obsessed with him getting hitched off. so izuku was very surprised to hear that the dreaded date went well.
âyeah,â he admitted, digging his fork into his pasta. âI mean, she didnât seem half bad.â he looked back up at izuku, who held a stunned expression. âquit looking at me like that.â
âsorry, I just didnât expect for it to have gone so well. she must be a real catch.â
katsuki thought back to what you considered a disaster of a date. it had been so long since heâd met such a straightforward woman. you came across as so honest, so genuine. heâŠliked that about you. and sure, you were pretty and wealthy, but things like that meant nothing to him. heâd be a liar if he said he couldnât stop thinking about you on the drive back to his apartment. âi guess so.â
suddenly, there was a loud crash outside followed by a scream. the two men perked up, both now looking out the window. a villain attack?
at the sound of another crash, they dove out of the cafe and onto the street to be met with what they expected. what katsuki didnât expect was to see was a woman that looked suspiciously familiar.
you had somehow ended up in the middle of the crossfire of this low-ranking villainâs attack. if a hero hadnât saved you just in time, you wouldâve gotten seriously hurt. unfortunately, the moment you got a good look at the hero that saved you, you realized why the man your friend was set up with looked so familiar.
you had gone on a date with the top hero, dynamite.
the two of you stared at each other, face inches apart. katsuki examined your face. he could barely believe it. here you were, standing right in front of him, and he had just saved your life. now would be a bad time to ask you on a second date, right?
âyouâre theâŠâ
quickly, you backed away and bowed. ât-thank you so much!â you tried to run away, face burning with anxiety, but his large hand instinctually grabbed your wrist.
âwait a second, how the hell did you get yourself caught up in a villain attack?â
âit was an accident, really,â you said as you attempted to wiggle yourself out of his grip.
ây/n, are you okay,â you friend asked, running up to you. she had gotten separated from you when the attack started. however, she halted the moment she saw katsuki right next to you. âoh no..â
katsukiâs brows furrowed. ây/n?â thatâs not your name, he thought. his grip loosened just enough for you to release yourself.
your heart was racing. katsuki, decked out in his signature costume, looked at you with the most perplexed expression you had ever seen. you jogged up to your friend, trying to push her away. âXXXX, we should go,â you muttered.
âhey,â katsuki called out. âyou just got attacked by a villain.â
âweâre just fine,â you friend responded.
âi was telling her, not you.â he didnât want to believe it, but the name your friend called you rang through his head like bullets. it couldnât have been a nickname. it sounded nothing like the name he knew you as. could it really beâŠ
âlet me walk you to the police station, y/n. i have a lot to ask you.â
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General Romantic Headcanons â Anya, Daisuke x gn! reader
tw: none.
wc: 1k (~500 per character)
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Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„ Anya
â„Anya is really soft when it comes to the people she cares about. One of the reasons why she wanted to become a nurse was to help others, so itâs no surprise that sheâs very caring, always looking out for you. Itâs hard to keep friends in her line of work, so she cherishes you extra, finding solace in your company.
â„She feels a bit silly having a crush when sheâs this old. Sure, she hasnât reached middle aged yet, but having a crush over the age of twenty makes her feel a bit foolish. Yet you always seem to make her fall for you even more. The inside jokes, the late night discussions, your constant encouragement and strong willed belief in her makes her heart flutter. You had been by her side after so many of her lows, the constant rejections from med school and her long trips that separated you for years. Sheâs not sure what she did to deserve you.
â„When Anya has a crush on you sheâll be a bit more bashful yet confident at the same time. Itâs a confusing mix. Some moments have her blushing and shying away, while others sheâs teasing and complimenting you. If you tell her how pretty you find her or brush her hair behind her ear sheâs done for. Itâs like her heart wonât stop beating out of her chest and her face is bright red. Anya will hide her face, trying to stay calm. If she finds you shying away for one thing or another? Itâs over, sheâs like a cat who spotted its prey. She wonât let it go and continue to tease you until you combust. She loves seeing you in such a state, and it may seem out of character, but with you she feels comfortable enough.
â„Honestly, it's a toss of the coin who confesses first. After long enough, sheâll end up confessing during one of your nightly hangouts, going from how much she cares about you to how she wishes you were together. If youâre the one confessing, do it in a more private setting. Sheâs not the biggest romantic, but the quiet setting would feel more intimate to her, like it's just the two of you in the big, big world. Anya would be so happy that you both finally crossed that boundary, wishing it couldâve been sooner.Â
â„When you start dating things wonât change much. Things just get a bit more comforting and homey. Neither of you hesitate with your innocent affection anymore, threading your fingers together without uncertainty or resting your head on the otherâs shoulder without care. If anything you both hang out even more, going on small dates to cafes or reading books at home. What does change is how it's even harder to let her go when work calls. How you dread the upcoming year without her smile or laughter, or how frustrated she gets when she loses to you.Â
â„But you donât worry too much. Anya always comes back, and youâll continue to be by her side when she inevitably applies to another med school. Listen to her rant about what she experienced, her minor grievances with her coworkers. Itâll be all the sweeter to have her back in your arms, watching the stars and pondering where your futures will lead.
Ëâ· ÍÍÍÍâłâ„Daisuke
â„Like Anya, Daisuke is soft when it comes to those he loves. Heâs just a bit more outgoing about it. The type to show someone a picture of you and be like âyeah, thatâs my best buddyâ. Yes, he is internally dying when he has to call you his friend.Â
â„Hands down heâs so obvious with how heâs crushing. Daisuke basically becomes your personal butler with how fast heâs willing to stop what heâs doing for you. Youâre hungry? Donât worry, heâll get you some food. Youâre cold? Hold on, heâs got a really fluffy blanket youâll love. Heâll take any excuse he can get to prove his worth to you (not that you need him too). He gets extra giddy when you both hang out. Itâs just so chill, and he gets to spend more time with you, maybe buy you something thatâll remind you of him.Â
YeahâŠheâs down bad.
â„Finding reasons to love you? It comes naturally to him. Itâs like every day he finds another thing that makes him want to squeeze you. Confessing? HahahaâŠuhhh heâs having trouble on that front. Daisuke cherishes what you have so much, he finds it terrifying to shift things. Heâs so blindsighted by his own feelings, heâs afraid heâs projecting the hints he thinks youâre giving him. So he keeps his feelings to himself, refraining from touching you for too long or saying something that may give him awayâŠyeah heâs not as good at that as he thinks.
â„Youâll have to confess. Daisuke will just continue to beat around the bush, blushing and pretending like he wasnât head over heels for you. Confess anywhere, Daisuke doesnât mind. Heâll be too taken aback at the confession to care if people were staring or not. The moment you tell him you like him heâs on cloud nine.Â
He nearly forgets to confess backâŠ
â„Once itâs official (and boundaries are placed), Daisuke will be all over you. Itâs like heâll die if he isnât touching you in one way or another. Loves love loves holding hands with you, extra points if you fidget with his fingers or rings. He not only loves feeling you by his side, but being useful (whether that be by being your guide in crowded spaces or a fidget toy for you to calm your racing mind) is his top need. Itâs just so reassuring to know that you love him, need him, and rely on him.Â
â„Loves any and all kinds of dates. From exciting ones like theme parks and haunted houses, to the lowkey ones like sleepovers and going to the park. Can barely take his eyes off you if you dress up (this could be just the smallest touch up like putting on perfume/cologne if you normally donât or doing your hair differently). Can barely take his eyes off you if you donât dress up tbhâŠ
â„Daisuke finds himself finally looking forward to what his future holds.
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the one with the waiter â gojo satoru
â a lunch date gone wrong, or maybe not soâŠ
established relationship (youâre married), gn! reader, fluff/crack, dealing with your husbandâs shenanigans
a/n: i said i would be doing regular short stories with satoru to challenge my motivation to write so hereâs the first one! the way iâll be naming the titles is obviously inspired by the tv show friends :>
âsatoruâ, you glared at your husband from across the table after the waiter was done taking your orders.
âyes, my loveâ, satoru beamed at you.
âdo you mind explaining what that was all about?â, you put in extra effort to keep your voice low while forcing a casual smile. you were in public after all â and compared to your husband, you were not one to make a scene in front of other people who were definitely not there to pay for a side of coupleâs quarrel from the next table to go with their lunch.
âwhat do you mean?â, he asked, confusion written on his face, âare you mad because i ordered only desserts?â
ânoâ, you swiped your fingertips through your forehead and then put your hand back on the table. âyou were really rude to the waiterâ
âoh, thatâ, he made it sound like it was a distant memory he just remembered, âthatâs because he was flirting with you. he should be grateful that i only asked for someone else to wait our table after heâs done taking our ordersâ, he clenched his fists. the vein on his forehead was more visible than ever and looked like it would pop any moment if he kept furrowing his brows any harder than he already was. what was there to be so mad about, you wondered.
âyou told him to get lostâŠ..â, you shook your head disapprovingly, âlike, did i miss something there? when did he exactly flirt with me?â, you scoffed in disbelief, crossing your arms and leaning back against your chair.
âhe was taking notes about you and he kept looking at you only with that idiotic lovesick smile on his idiotic faceâ, satoru said through gritted teeth, nervously shaking his leg under the table which inevitably, due to his long ass limbs, led to the table shaking too as his knee was bumping beneath the wooden surface.
all eyes in the restaurant were on you now, everyone turning around to see what was going on with the two of you â which was exactly what you were dreading.
you took a sip of your water to give yourself a few seconds to recollect your sanity and keep it under control while you try to calm your delusional husband down. âfirst of all, stop with the leg shaking, please â youâre bothering everyoneâ
he immediately ceased. pursed his lips and looked down at his lap, ready to be lectured like a child.
âthe guy was not taking notes about me â he was writing down my order. thatâs what waiters do, baby. they write stuff down so they donât mess it up and serve you something else you didnât order.â, you sighed.
âhe didnât do that with me thoughâ, satoru uttered through a pout.
âthatâs because there were three deserts on the menu and you ordered them all. thatâs not very hard to rememberâ
âbut he kept staring at you with that stupid smile. only i can look at you with a stupid lovesick smileâŠâ
âhe did not look at me with a lovesick smile, satoru. you were shooting him death glares, baby. the guy didnât know what to do. he got all nervous and sweaty trying to avoid eye contact with you, so he kept staring at meâŠ.â, your voice grew softer as you went on and on until you ended your explanation with a light chuckle while leaning in and sliding your hand towards his side of the table only for his hand to quickly meet you midway and cup itself around yours.
âi just hope he wonât get in trouble because of what you didâŠâ, you continued, genuinely concerned.
âwellâ, he looked at you, a mischievous grin sparkling in his eyes, âhereâs the deal â if you lose the chair and come sit on my lap for the rest of our lunch, iâll make sure he keeps his jobâ
âoh, youâŠâ, a gasp left your mouth but you didnât quite know what to say after that. at this point you were not really sure if this was simply an awkward accident or a perfectly scripted scenario by your dearly beloved husband aimed to make you sit on his lap in a restaurant full of people. either way, you had to close the deal.
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stupid parties - Theodore Nott
p : gentle!theodore nott x anxious!fem!reader
s : slytherin always throw the noisiest, stupidest parties and even though you were sorted into said house you cant normally handle them as things get intense
w : fluff, shaking, google translated italian, theo being a softie, not proofread
a/n : just a softie theo moment donât ask me how i got this out but not my 200 follower fic
prompt : person b holding person aâs hand while shaking
You were dreading tonight.
As per usual for the slytherin quidditch team they decided to throw a massive party to celebrate their 5th win of the season.
Something you always struggled with was crowds and noise and lucky for you, you got sorted into the house who throws the loudest, craziest, most unhelpful (in your words) parties.
Theo knew this and always made sure to keep you calm and safe even when he sometimes wished he was partying as it was one of his favourite hobbies.
You and Theo had been dating since he asked you to the Yule Ball in 4th year. But as most, you had crushes on each other since 3rd, and maybe just maybe there was some kind of connection from when you first met. Although you didnât get close until Christmas break of your 2nd year when you both stayed behind at Hogwarts.
Your family had decided it was best for you to stay in school and focus on furthering your education a little bit, but you always wondered if it was because they liked not having you around.
As for Theo, he never really liked going home. Heâd lost his mum when he was young and his dad wasnât the best of people, a death eater. So it was typical of him to stay at Hogwarts for the holidays.
Theodore Nott. Youâre boyfriend of 2 years. He would always spend the party cuddling you and cradling you on his bed, he had absolutely no alternate intentions. He loved looking after you. This time was no different.
It was about 10 minutes before people would normally start to pile into the slytherin common room and just on time Theo came into your dorm room, scooped you up, and carried you to his bed, setting you down. He went and picked out one of his baggiest hoodies and helped you put it on. Guiding your arms through and pulling it over your head making sure you didnât get stuck. He swooped you into a massive cuddle singing softly into your ear. Arms wrapped tightly around you.
About 20 minutes had passed and you could tell this time felt different. The noise seemed so much more intense and it scared you. Thatâs when the shaking started. It wasnât intense, but just a little. It was noticeable to you and Theo.
Theo immediately sat up and turned you so you were facing each other. He held your soft face in his hands. He spoke in italian knowing it calmed you down the quickest.
âtesoro, va bene, starai bene, sono quiâ he muttered desperately trying to help
baby girl, itâs okay, youâll be okay, iâm here
He gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead knowing itâs your favourite. You smile lightly trying to appreciate the help he was giving.
Theo then held your shaking hands and traced his thumb over them to soothe you. You turn around so your back is against his chest, not letting your hands separate.
He places a kiss on the top of your head. Thankfully this calms you down enough to block out the noise of the party on the other side of the door.
Before you knew it, it was the next morning, you had drifted off to sleep in Theodoreâs arms. He had layed you down in bed and wrapped himself around you. He didnât let you go all night.
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Hiii Iâm obsessed with your blog! Can you do one where Jason thinks that the reader is cheating on him with dick but it turns out dick is just teaching her self defense hehe
Don't tell Jason
Jason Todd x Reader
wc: 1.1 K summary: Jason thinks you're cheating, almost becomes a murder again, finds out you are just learning self-defense with Dick warnings: some violence, some insults a/n: THANKYOU FOR LIKING MY BLOG!!!!11!!1! this request is so funny actually, i really like it. hope you enjoy it! (divider @saradika)
It's the second time since last week that you're coming home exhausted and slightly disheveled from some hangout. He knows you've been hanging out with his older brother, and he trusts you both a lot, but this is getting strange. Muscle ache and soreness by your thighs and arms? Just what did you both do to be this worn out? Jason actually doesn't want to think about it, but he is pretty concerned that something is happening behind his back.
It doesn't make it better that you just pretend nothing is happening and seem to be yourself as usual. Is he really that better than him? No, you would never cheat on him. You promised to never leave him and all that after all. But he also can't ask you directly and accuse you of something like cheating. Jason's already dreading the truth and the way you'll look at him once he mentions it.
Laying in bed beside you, he massages your thighs gently with his warm hands, apparently sore after hanging out with Dick. Just what is this dickhead doing with you? The second time in a row as well. A sick feeling spreads in his gut as he thinks more about it, eventually nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck to calm down while continuing his soothing motions across your thighs.
The evening ends up with you both falling asleep as usual, however Jason has made up a rough plan. He needs to find out the truth. He could technically just ask you directly and stop overthinking, see if his suspicions are true or not. But no, he doesn't want to come off as desperate or stupid in front of you. It took him a lot of time to open up and be vulnerable with you in the first place, then having introduced you to his family once he was forced to. About a year after you started dating, you met his family in a rather chaotic dinner. But you didn't seem to mind, actually seemed to enjoy his big family and could make easy friends with all of them. Hell, even Damian doesn't seem to mind you.
Once you told Jason you'll be heading out with Dick again, he made sure you didn't notice him following you getting to the manor. He was surprised as you walked in with your own key, not having realised you had a key to the manor in the first place. Shrugging it off, he follows inside, well... rather breaks in, so you won't notice him being right behind you.
He stays in the hallway and watches you walk further into the house, cocking his head to the side once you go into the elevator that's usually used to get to the Batcave. Whatever this is, he is having even more thoughts and doubts, getting an even worse feeling about it all. Have you been hiding a secret identitiy from him and are teaming up with Dick? Why didn't you tell him when you know about his own vigilante-family-circus. He needs to know more. He needs to find out.
He follows right after once the elevator doors open again, getting spooked by Alfred.
»Master Jason. What's the occasion?«
The butler looks as neutral as always, but he can see the hint of a smile in his expression. Are they all teaming up against him? »Oh, Alfred... nothing, just, uh... just a small visit. Yeah... I'll be right back.«
Jason quickly steps into the elevator and presses the button to the Batcave, feeling a bit victorious that he could escape this poor distraction attempt. Now it's time to finally find out what this is all about. His fists clench and unclench, trying to keep his cool and not throw up from all this overthinking and possible situations.
The doors open and he basically storms out as quick as a bullet, halting once he hears heavy panting and small praises. He could never mistake your voice for someone else's and his heart sinks into the floor as he listens more to it. This is bad. Really, really bad.
Jason follows from where the sounds come from, being a little confused on why you're both in the Batcave. Sure, it's probably thrilling to possibly get caught, but... seriously, the Batcave? He didn't know you were into that kind of stuff.
He finally figures out where all the panting is coming from, arriving at the training area. He peeks from the corner, feeling his heart almost explode in his chest. But what he sees is entirely different from what he thought.
Dick is standing in front of you with his hands extended for you, both of your knuckles being bandaged up. You are throwing punches at his hands, focusing on your form and stance, while he gives you some feedback and occasional praises. It seems that you are both concentrated and focused, not noticing him at all and just continuing with... what even are you doing? It doesn't really look like a sparring session. But it also doesn't look like anything he imagined you two would be doing.
Eventually, he steps up and clears his throat loud enough to get both of your attention and stop for now. You light up once you see him, smiling and immediately start talking.
»Jason! Look, we've been training together, I asked him if he could teach me self-defense and he's been teaching me since last week. I'm pretty good at it, I can throw punches, kicks and get out of several pins or locks. He said I'm a natural.«
You decide to ignore his scowl and deathly glare towards Dick as you explain and walk up to him. Jason glances to you and can't help but soften up as he sees your smile, also stepping up to you and wrapping his arm possessively around you.
»You couldn't have asked me?« He questions and keeps his sharp eyes on Dick, who winces lightly at the sight of his brother tearing him apart with his gaze. He takes the sign however and takes a few steps away, leaving you some privacy.
»You are so busy with other stuff, I didn't want to bother you any more than necessary. I was planning on asking you, but Dick is also a great teacher.« You answer him as you lean into his side, stretching your arms, looking up at him.
»Oh, I'm sure.« He grits out and finally tears his eyes away from his brother, looking back to you with a softer expression. Seems like he was indeed overthinking and thinking lowly of you. There's no way you would cheat on some prick like Dick. You notice he still seems to be more on edge, tilting your head at him.
»What did you think we were doing?« You narrow your eyes at him, making him gulp down and start to feel even more stupid.
»Nothing!« Jason manages to answer you quickly, earning a scoff and slap against his chest in return.
a/n: RIP Dick Grayson, you'll be missed. Cause of Death: Missunderstanding from Jason. Hope you enjoyed it!
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YOUR BEST FAN !!! ââ NICHOLAS CHAVEZ
â summary | only fans creator with nick, what could possibly happen? â warnings | NSFW under the cut. oral (m. receiving), heavy praise, really rough, there's a camera involved (i think i have a thing for cameras ngl), pretty much face-fucking
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When you began dating Nick, you had just began your âbusiness.â You honestly didnât think much of it at the timeâjust a little side hustle to pay the your student loans and to have some extra cash for things that you liked. It wasnât supposed to get this serious, and neither was he.
Nick was different from the start, though. Kind, caring, and completely unaware of the other side of your life. You liked it that way, at first. It was easier to keep things separate, to pretend like this secret world didnât have to collide with his.
However, when you had realized you'd have to tell him before someone else did, it was too late. Nick had already found your secret Twitter account. You saw it in his eyes the moment he walked through the doorâhe knew. He didnât have to say anything for you to feel the dread bubbling in your chest, the panic rising as you mentally prepared for the inevitable conversation.
The worst part? He recognized everythingâthe background, the subtle details of your room, and, of course, those familiar, sweet sounds you made when you thought no one was listening.
When he brought it up, his voice was calm but direct. âSo... I found something interesting today.â
Your heart stopped. There it was. The moment youâd feared. You opened your mouth to speak, to explain, to do anything that might save this, but no words came out. You were certain heâd break up with you on the spot.
âAre you... mad?â You spoke, your voice shaky as you looked up at him. There was shame in your expression, and a little bit of anxiety, you couldn't believe he'd found it.
You thought it was done, over. Until Nickâs lips curved into a smug grin, one that caught you completely off guard.
âMad?â Nick repeated, shaking his head as he kneeled in front of you. âNo, baby. No, not at all.â
You blinked in disbelief, searching his face for any sign of anger or disappointment, but all you found was that same possessive glint in his eyes, the one that sent a thrill down your spine. He was calm, way too calm, and that only made your heart race faster.
âIf anything,â Nick continued, his voice low and steady, âI think itâs kinda hot. Knowing they can all watch, but they canât touch. Not like I do.â His hand slid up your thigh, making your breath hitch. âThey canât make you feel the way I do.â
You swallowed hard, still trying to process what was happening. This wasnât the reaction you expected at all. In fact, it almost felt like he enjoyed the power of it, the idea that while others watched from a distance, he was the only one who truly knew you, who had you.
The iPhone flash was bright as you blinked, trying to adjust to the sudden light. You were in the car with Nick, driving home from a date night when he suggested the idea. âWhat if I joined you, in one of the videos?â
That was you ended up in the backseat, in between Nick's legs. The car was parked in an empty parking lot, and you really hoped that nobody was around. However, the thought of getting caught sent a nervous thrill down your spine.
âLook at me,â he instructed, his voice firm but laced with that same cocky confidence from earlier. The phone in his hand hovered just above your head, framing you perfectly in the shot.
Your heart raced as you met his eyes, a mix of nervous energy and excitement coursing through you. He had a way of making you feel completely exposed, and not just physically. This wasnât like your usual videosâit was different. There was something about him behind the camera that made it feel so much more intimate.
âThatâs it,â Nick murmured, shifting the angle slightly as his eyes flickered between the screen and you. âYou look so good like this, baby. Donât be shy.â
God, your pussy was soaked already. You couldn't help but let out a small moan as your hands reached up toward his thighs, gripping them tightly as your lips curved into a smile.
His thighs tensed under your grip as you leaned back against him, your body instinctively seeking the comfort of his touch. The intimacy of the momentâhis presence, the weight of his gaze, the phone capturing everythingâfelt so much deeper than any other time youâd recorded.
You pulled down his shorts and boxers easily, and you heard him let out a satisfactory moan. You blinked up at the camera again, the smile still evident in your soft features. His cock was in frame now, it was mouth-watering to look at; his tip was leaking with pre-cum, the color was a deep shade of red.
Nickâs free hand found its way to your heads, his fingers curling into your hair, sending a shiver through you. âThatâs my girl,â he praised softly, his voice a mix of admiration and possessiveness. âGo ahead, baby. Don't get all shy now,â he let out a dark chuckle as he pushed your head further down.
The feeling of his tip brushing against your lips made your stomach squeeze in anticipation. You opened your mouth, humming at the familiar taste of him as you blinked up at the camera. You could feel the heat pool between your legs as you took more of him in your mouth, his head falling back as he let out a sharp grunt.
The grip he had in your hair tightened as he pulled your head up and down, just how he liked it. You let out broken moans, muffled by his cock as your gripped his thighs. Your eyes were watering as his tip began hitting the back of your throat repeatedly, making you gag.
But Nick wasn't in the mood to be slow tonight, not at all. And you didn't mind one bit. âFuck, yeah,â he groaned as he felt your moans vibrate against his cock. He moved the camera to get a closer look at your faceâyour makeup was all running, your hair was a mess.
And you still looked so fucking sexy.
The fact that you were doing this here, in the backseat of his car in an empty lot, only heightened the sensation for him. It felt risky, thrilling, and yet entirely safe with Nick.
He continued his assault on your throat, his moans echoing in the car before pulling you off abruptly. You opened your eyes, breathless as you gazed up at the camera. Your breath hitched when his hand slid from your hair to your jaw, tilting your face slightly toward the camera. The lower half of your face was completely covered in salivia and pre-cum, the sight almost orgasmic to Nick.
He let out a soft moan at that, before pushing you back onto his cock, continuing with the same brutal pace. His grip in your hair was almost too tight, it was almost painful but the sounds of his praise and moans kept you going.
âThatâs it,â Nick grunted loudly, clearly satisfied, his voice growing even lower. âAll fucking mine.â
With one last thrust into your warm mouth, Nick was spilling into your mouth as you moaned loudly against his cock. The taste was heavenly and you did your best to swallow all of it, savoring it. After a few seconds he pulled you off his cock, taking you in with all your glory.
Your eyes were red, your make-up was running down your fucked-out eyes, lips all red and wet, and your face was covered in saliva. He loved when you got sloppy, it was his favorite sight in the whole word.
Nickâs hand moved from your hair, fingers gently grazing your skin before settling on your cheeks, gripping them sightly. He tilted your face toward the camera with a deliberate touch, his thumb brushing your lips. âGive me that smile,â he murmured, his tone soft yet commanding.
You felt the heat rise in your chest, and despite the tension, a small smile tugged at your lips. Your eyes met his, locking onto the intensity of his gaze.
âThatâs my pretty girl,â Nick whispered, his voice dropping into something even deeper, almost a growl. âAll mine.â
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Return the Favour
summary: after buck saves reader when her apartment building goes up in flames, they run into each other at a bar. buck's on an awful first date, and reader decides to help him get out of it.
word count: 5.6k
request: I was wondering if i could request a story about Evan Buckley saving a plus size reader for like a fire or some dangerous situation and they're both attracted to each other but neither of them acts on. A few weeks later or so Buck is actually saved by reader while he's on a bad date he's trying to get out of and (like she makes up an excuse for him or plays along with something he says) and he ends up asking her out.
A/N: i'm sorry this took so long but it's finally out and i may have gotten carried away! this was my first buck request, and it was really fun! and i'm so used to writing good luck charm now that i had to search "evan" and change them all to "buck" at the end LOL also i threw in some abby shade, can you find it?? hehe. anyway, enjoy <3
warnings: reader is caught in a fire, no use of y/n, plus size!reader, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader
You wake up in the middle of the night to the fire alarm in your building echoing off the walls of your apartment. Youâre immediately disoriented, as the booming sound makes your ears ring and your head spin. You jump out of bed and make your way out to your living room, and your breath catches in your throat when you see the smoke quickly filling the room. You make your way to your front door, but jump back in pain as the flat surface burns the back of your hand.
Dread fills your belly as you look around the room frantically. You see your cat cowering under your kitchen table, and you quickly run to grab her before she hides under anything where you wonât be able to reach her. You grab her and she lets out a loud meow, but you keep her squirmy body in your arms as you make your way to your window.
Youâre four storeys up, and your landlord has still not fixed your fire escape, although youâve been asking for months. Either way, you throw open your window, hoping to get some fresh air as smoke fills your lungs and burns your throat.Â
You run to your room and grab your phone, quickly dialing 9-1-1 as tears form in your eyes.
â9-1-1, whatâs your emergency?â the operator asks.
â3246 Weston St. My apartment buildingâs on fire.â you tell her frantically, phone pressed between your ear and shoulder as you struggle to get onto the fire escape with your cat still in your arms.
âYes, we know about that. I see fire escapes on the outside of the building. Can you get down?â she asks you calmly, and you feel an odd sense of calm fill your body as her voice fills your ears.
âItâs broken, thereâs no ladder. My landlord wonât fix it.â you tell her softly, squeezing your cat to your chest as more tears start to fall.
âWhatâs your name?â You answer her, sniffling softly.
âHi, Iâm Maddie. Weâre gonna get through this together, okay? Thereâs already firefighterâs on the scene. Can you tell me what side of the building youâre on?â You shake your head, but then reply quickly, knowing she canât see you.
âI donât see any. Iâm on the back side of the building, on the fire escape. On the fourth floor.â She mumbles an âokayâ as she types on her computer.Â
âAlright, Iâm sending a team over to you, theyâll be right there. Is it just you in your apartment?â
âJust me and my cat.â you mumble, feeling a little silly at your response. The smoke is starting to waft out onto the fire escape, and it makes you cough loudly.
âIâm gonna stay right here with you, okay? Weâre gonna get you down. The firefighters should be there now. Do you see them?â You wait for a moment as you look down at the ground, and your heart drops once you see the bright lights turn the corner.
âI see them.â you whisper, holding your cat tighter as the sirens spook her. You barely even hear Maddieâs response as your heart hammers in your chest. You make your way to the railing of the fire escape, watching as the aerial ladder is extended up to you.
You let out a sigh of relief once two very attractive firefighters are almost up to you on the ladder. You canât help the embarrassment filling your body as you look down at your oversized shirt, with no bra, just long enough to cover your short spandex shorts, but youâre too happy to finally get off of your fire escape that you donât care.Â
âEddie, you get the cat, Iâll get her.â one of them speaks, and the other one, Eddie, nods as he holds out his arms towards you.
You let out a soft sigh before you hand your cat to him, watching nervously as he starts making his way down the ladder with your cat twisting around in his arms. Buck takes this moment to trail his eyes down your figure, taking in your thick thighs and soft tummy. Youâre absolutely gorgeous, but thereâs no time for that.
âAlright, letâs get you down.â Buck tells you, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours. You cross your arms instinctively as your eyes trail down the ladder. He senses your fear, and holds his hands out.
âIâm Buck. Whatâs your name?â he asks when you donât make a move to the ladder. He sees the gears turning in your head as you mumble your name, and he smiles softly, rolling it around on his tongue, committing it to memory.
âItâs okay, Iâll be right behind you the whole time.â he says softly, trying to coax you out onto the ladder. Your eyes move to his hands before going back up to his face, and you nod slowly. You put your hands on the railing, ready to hoist yourself over the railing and onto the ladder.
âAlright, Iâm gonna hold onto you to keep you steady. Is that okay?â he asks, and you nod as nerves fill your belly. He grabs onto your plush hips firmly as you swing one leg over the railing, and he helps guide your other leg over the ladder until your bare feet are on the ladder.Â
âThere you go, I got you.â he whispers once youâre pressed against him. He moves one hand off your hip and grips the railing of the ladder, then urges you to start making your way down backwards, with him going down first behind you.Â
You close your eyes for a moment and let out a shaky breath, then start to move once you open your eyes again. He keeps one hand on your hip the whole way down, keeping his body tense in case you slip. He tries to keep his eyes respectfully on the back of your head, but he canât help it when his eyes trail down to your ass, just barely covered by your shorts as your shirt rides up.
âYouâre doing so good. Just a few more steps.â he speaks once youâre almost to the bottom of the ladder. You smile softly at his words, despite the way your heart is pounding out of your chest. His presence calms you.
Once youâre finally down on the ground, you turn to him with a shy smile.Â
âThank you.â you say softly, looking up at him.
âOf course. You should get checked out. Make sure you didnât inhale too much smoke.â he tells you, returning your smile. Now that he has the chance, he studies your face. If he was still the old Buck, he would ask you out, loving your sweet voice, pretty face, and gorgeous body. But he doesnât date people he meets on the job anymore, and heâs cursing himself for that rule right about now.
You let him take you over to the ambulance, and youâre surprised when he stays there with you. The fire is for the most part out, as a few other stations were also called, so he doesnât feel bad staying with you. He stands in front of you as Hen checks you out, taking your cat from Eddie while he waits.
He canât help but strike up a conversation as he pets your cat, desperate to know more about you. He asks where youâre from, and what you do, and even manages to ask if youâre single. He doesnât flat out ask that question, but after asking about your apartment, he learns that you donât often have people spending the night, and heâs relieved.
You learn more about him too. You learn that his sister is the operator that you spoke to on the phone, and that heâs from Pennsylvania. He tells you a little about his travels before he landed in LA, but thereâs not much time to go into detail, as Hen finishes looking you over quickly.
He hands you back your cat, and your hands brush each otherâs as you take her back. You both freeze at the small contact, lingering for a moment too long.
âWell it was nice to meet you. Thanks again.â you trail off as you look up at him. You want to see him again, but youâre sure heâs just this nice with everyone while on the job.
âYeah, it was nice meeting you too. Do you have somewhere to go tonight?â His voice has a hint of concern, thinking about you having nowhere to go. He lets out a relieved sigh as he sees you nod.
âMy friend lives a few blocks away. I can get an Uber over there.â you reply.
âWeâll wait with you. Donât want you alone out here.â Your smile widens at his kindness, and you can feel your cheeks heating up at his insistence, although youâre sure itâs probably just protocol. You feel butterflies in your tummy at the idea of him wanting to stay, regardless of the reason.Â
In reality, he just wants to spend more time with you. Heâs on the verge of asking you out, but as your Uber pulls up, he decides he shouldnât. Maybe itâs better this way, he thinks.
You thank him once again before you get into the Uber, also thanking Eddie and Hen quickly, who are standing back and watching you and Buck with raised brows.
Once youâre in the car and itâs finally out of sight, Hen and Eddie canât help but laugh. Buck turns to them with furrowed brows, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
âWhat?â he asks as he fights back a smile, still thinking about you.
âFor a second I thought you were gonna invite her to go home with you.â Hen teases him, bumping her shoulder with his as they walk back towards the front of the ambulance, which is right behind the fire truck.
âI donât date people I meet on the job anymore; you know that.â he says with a soft laugh, shaking his head.
âThatâs a shame. You two were really hitting it off.â Eddie adds onto Henâs teasing, smirking as they all walk side by side.
âYeah, I know.â Buck murmurs, getting slightly upset. Heâs starting to regret not asking for your number; heâs already desperate to see you again.Â
Heâs forced to push it aside quickly, however, as he hears Bobbyâs voice over the radio calling the three of them to the front of the building for triage.
A few weeks later, youâre still staying with your friend, Jordan. Youâre lucky, the fire had only gotten to a small part of your apartment, and most of your things were left untouched, but you still arenât allowed back in your apartment. You immediately told her all about the cute firefighter, of course, and she was almost as upset as you were that you didnât try to ask him out.Â
You canât help but think about him still; heâs the most attractive guy you think youâve ever seen, and heâs kind, and funny. Either way, you were way too nervous at the time, and he was on the job. Even if you didnât meet while he was working, you donât think you wouldâve said anything anyway. And he hadnât said anything either, so you try your best to forget about him.
Buck spends the next few weeks thinking about you too. He even tried a dating app or two, hoping your photo would pop up on his screen, but to no avail. He thinks about your pretty face often, but his mind also seems to wander to your soft curves, and how your thick thighs were on full display for him to take in in your shorts.
He finally agreed to go out with another girl he met on an app, deciding he should just move on rather than driving himself crazy. He knows he could ask Maddie to pull up the call log and he could get your number, but he knows that would be weird. And a little bit creepy.
Heâs sitting in a small bar close to his apartment, a small, absent-minded smile on his face as he stares across the table at his date. This is the longest date he thinks heâs ever had. It was very clear as soon as his date started talking that she has no interest in actually getting to know him, the first give away being that she chose the dimly lit dive bar. While he wouldnât necessarily say no to it, thatâs not really what heâs looking for anymore.Â
Heâs listening to a story of when she went on vacation to Colombia when he hears a soft laugh coming from the bar. His eyes trail over and see you standing there, talking to what he assumes is two of your friends.
His throat goes dry as he takes in your figure, studying your soft curves and slightly revealing outfit. He can hardly hear the woman across from him now, studying your every move and expression.
He tears his eyes away from you after a moment and refocuses on his date, not wanting to seem rude. He keeps his eye on you out of the corner of his eye, however, ready to run after you if you leave before his date ends.
He keeps listening to his date, who has barely let him get a word in, but he looks very clearly bored. He canât help it; he tries to reply every time she pauses, but his heart is pounding. He finally found you, and it was a complete coincidence. Like fate.
You donât notice Buck right away; youâre so wrapped up in your little girls night out to even look around the bar. Itâs not until your friend Jordan points to him, saying how hot he is, that your eyes finally land on him.
You canât help the smile that breaks onto your face, and your eyes are trained on him for a few seconds until Jordanâs voice finally breaks through your haze.
âWhat?â she asks with a small laugh, and her smile fades when she sees the way you look over at her with a dazed expression
âItâs him. The firefighter.â you tell her, biting your lip as you look back over at him.
âYou have to go talk to him. Before you lose him again.â Jordan tells you with a gasp as your other friend, Alyssa, asks what the hell you two are talking about.
Jordan explains to Alyssa while you think her words over. You donât think you have it in you to go over. Maybe if you were much more drunk than you are right now, but currently, you wouldnât be able to will your feet to move.Â
âHeâs on a date. I canât just interrupt them. And what would I even say?â you argue softly once sheâs finished explaining, looking over at Jordan. You chew the inside of your cheek nervously. The girl heâs with is gorgeous, and you begin to think that he was definitely just being so nice to you because he was working.
âLook at him. He looks so bored. He definitely doesnât want to be there. Go save him.â Alyssa chimes in after sheâs caught up, eyes glancing between you and him.
âOh, no. I couldnât.â you mumble, turning back to the bar and ordering a cocktail once you flag down the bartender.Â
âActually, weâll just get 4 shots.â Alyssa says, smirking as she looks at you sideways. âYou just need a shot or two in you, then youâve gotta get over there. Before itâs too late. Youâre gonna regret it if you donât.â she tells you once the bartender walks away to get the bottle.Â
You sigh, shaking your head. But before you can speak, the bartender puts the shots down on the table in front of you. Jordan immediately puts a shot in your hand and lifts it to your lips. You begrudgingly swallow it, letting in a sharp inhale as you feel it burning your throat.Â
Your friends then each grab a shot and throw them back, then Alyssa grabs the last shot and holds it out to you.
âCome on, you just need some courage.â she teases, and you roll your eyes again before you take the shot. You were planning on drinking tonight anyway, and whether or not youâre going to go up to him, you figure you might as well take the shots.Â
A little while later, you can feel the alcohol coursing through your veins. Youâve been swaying softly to the music as you talk to your friends, but your eyes never stray far from Buck. You always end up looking at each other at different times, so neither of you know that the other person knows of each other's presence.Â
âI think now is your chance. He looks ready to kill himself.â Jordan tells you over the music, and all three of you look over at Buckâs table. He has a smile on his face, but his eyes lack any real emotion.Â
You take a deep breath, and before you can even think, you let out a soft âokay.â Your friends smile widely, both taking turns to fix various parts of your appearance to make sure you look perfect. Jordan smooths down your top while Alyssa fixes your necklace, and then they both look up into your eyes.
âGo get him. Your ass looks great in those jeans, heâs gonna love it.â You feel your cheeks heating up at Alyssaâs words and you laugh softly. You can feel your hands shaking, but you quickly push your nerves aside and finally make your way over to him. He saved you once, and now itâs time for you to return the favour, although this situation is much lower stakes.Â
âOh my God, Buck! Hey!â you say once you reach his table, a large smile on your face. His eyes are on you in an instant, and he smiles widely, unable to stop his eyes trailing down to your cleavage peeking out of your top.
You open your arms, and he stands up quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist while you loop yours around his neck.Â
âDo you want help getting out of this date?â you whisper in his ear, and you smirk as you feel his slight nod against your skin. âFollow my lead.â
You pull back, barely even looking at his date as you continue to speak. Youâre glad he said yes, or else this would be really awkward.
âI havenât seen you in forever! How have you been?â You donât even give him the chance to reply before you turn to the girl.
âHow do you know my ex-boyfriend? Heâs a handful, Iâll tell you that. Good luck.â you tell her with a smirk. You turn back to Buck and look at him with as much desire in your eyes as you can muster, not that itâs hard, and he matches your expression immediately.Â
You know this will work; most girls donât want to have to deal with a guy thatâs still so close with their ex. You see the girlâs face fall slightly from the corner of your eye, and you look back to her, waiting for her answer.
âOh, um, we donât really know each other that well.â she replies with a small smile, and you can see the way she tenses slightly, starting to feel a little awkward.
âLucky you.â you tell her with a soft laugh, looking back up at Buck, whose arm has found its way around your waist. Even still, he keeps his hand hovering over your skin, just close enough for no one else to notice, not wanting to make you uncomfortable just in case you came over just to be nice.Â
âIâm sorry. I should let you get back to your date.â you tell her, an apologetic look on your face, although your eyes have no hint of remorse. âOh, and Buck, are you still coming over tomorrow night? My roommateâs going out of town.â you tell him, licking your lips. He nods, in a daze. He knows youâre not being serious, but he canât fight the images that his mind is creating.Â
âActually, itâs getting pretty late. I should probably go.â she mutters, standing up from the table and putting her purse over her shoulder. âIt was nice to meet you. Iâll text you.â she tells Buck softly, but all three of you know she doesnât really mean it.Â
Once sheâs out of sight, you turn to Buck, suddenly feeling your brain catching up to your actions. He senses your quick flip, and removes his arm from your waist, mumbling a quick âsorry.âÂ
âNo, youâre good. I just donât normally do stuff like this, and Iâm just now realizing that. Iâm sorry, maybe I had too much to drink.â you admit sheepishly, your face growing hot once again as you feel yourself rambling.
âNo, I appreciate it. Honestly, Iâve been thinking about you since we met. I was gonna ask you out, but I sort of have this rule that I donât date people I meet on the job.â he tells you, smiling down at you. He licks his lips as his eyes trace your face, studying it, memorizing it. Your eyes widen slightly in surprise. He wanted to ask you out? The thought makes your stomach flip in excitement, and it causes a new wave of confidence to flow through you.Â
âWell, youâre not working right now, right?â you tease him softly, a hopeful look on your face.Â
âYeah, I guess not. How about I buy you a drink?â he replies, his smile morphing to a smirk. You nod slowly, so focused on him that you donât even think about your friends watching you from across the bar.Â
You decide on something without alcohol instead once you get to the bar, not wanting to risk a hangover the next day. Your friends realize quickly that you arenât coming back to hang out with them, and theyâre happy for you. They keep an eye on you for an hour or so, but when they realize how into each other you are, they decide to leave.
You talk for hours, talking about anything and everything, until the bartender does final call, and you both realize how long youâve been talking.Â
âI guess I should get home.â you say with a sigh. Your cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling so much, and youâve drifted so close together over the last few hours that you donât even notice his leg has settled between yours as you sit on the bar stools. You wouldnât have to lean very far to connect your lips, you think to yourself.
âOr, you could come back to mine?â he asks with hope in his eyes. He knows he shouldnât be asking you this; he wants to take you on a proper date first, but with the way youâre looking at him, he canât stop the words that slip from his mouth. You bite your lip as you fight back a smile, but nod after a moment.
âOkay.â you murmur, and thatâs all it takes for him to grab your hand and drag you to his jeep, but not before slamming some cash on the bar counter. You laugh as he drags you outside, amused by his eagerness. Once he gets to his jeep he pushes you against it, meeting your lips in a passionate kiss.Â
A soft noise escapes the back of your throat as your back hits the door, but you happily kiss him back. Your arms make their way around his neck again and one hand lands in his hair, your fingers weaving through it. He keeps his hands on your hips, but heâs itching to touch you everywhere.Â
He pulls back after a moment and opens the door, his pupils blown and his jeans getting tighter. You smile up at him and then get into the jeep, watching him dreamily as he makes his way to the driverâs side.Â
He keeps his hand on your thigh the whole way home, rubbing your inner thigh with his thumb. He squeezes your flesh every now and then, smiling over at you each time, and once he pulls into his building parking lot, heâs quick to jump out of the car and jog over to your side.Â
He keeps his hands on you the entire way up to his apartment, trailing up your sides, and once you walk into his apartment, he pushes you against the wall and meets your lips again in a dizzying kiss.Â
He slides his tongue into your mouth, and both of your hands are clawing at each other, eager for more. His hands travel down to the back of your thighs, and he whispers âjumpâ against your lips. You hesitate for a moment, nervous about him lifting you up. He picks up on your hesitancy and pulls back for a moment with a smirk. He grabs the back of your thighs hard and lifts you up, pinning your back to the wall once again.
His lips are immediately back on you, kissing and nipping down your neck to your collarbone. Youâre so focused on his lips on you that you barely have time to react to his strength. Youâre not used to being lifted like this, and it makes desire pool between your legs.Â
He pulls back from your neck and pulls you off the wall, keeping his hands under your thighs as he moves to the stairs. You look over your shoulder at where heâs heading, and your arms tighten around his neck as you laugh softly. Your head is spinning as he walks up the stairs; he lifts you up so effortlessly, and you canât wait to see how else he puts his strength to use.Â
He throws you onto his bed, staring down at you as you sit up on your elbows, chest rising and falling rapidly as lust overtakes every sense. He smirks as he takes in your body sprawled out on his bed. He looks down your body, taking in your chest, and your plush belly, and your thick thighs, and he thinks heâs died and gone to heaven.
âGod, youâre gorgeous.â he mumbles before he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the end of the bed, making you squeal softly.
The next morning, you wake up naked in a room you donât recognize, as you were too focused on Buck last night to notice anything around you. The events from last night flood your mind as you feel an arm firmly draped across your waist, and you canât help the smile that breaks onto your face.Â
You can hear his steady breathing from behind you, and you know heâs still asleep. Itâs probably early, you think, as the hint of light coming in from the bedroom window looks like the sun hasnât quite broken over the horizon.
You try to move his arm slowly, seeing his bathroom door connected to his bedroom. As you do, you feel his grip tighten, and he pulls you tighter against him.
âWhere do you think youâre going? I just found you again, Iâm not letting you go this soon.â he teases in a raspy voice, just barely above a whisper. You laugh softly and turn in his grip to face him, smiling as you take in his sleepy eyes and soft smile.
âIâm just going to the bathroom.â you whisper back, as if trying not to ruin the calmness surrounding you both. He groans, and finally releases you after a moment, but not before he leans in for a soft kiss. He turns to lay on his back, folding his arms behind his head to watch you walk to the bathroom. He smirks as his eyes observe your bare figure, licking his lips.
Once youâre done in the bathroom, you go back to bed, laying on your side beside him and resting your cheek on his chest. He grabs your thigh as you drape your leg across his hips, humming softly as he feels your soft skin.Â
âYou want some breakfast?â he asks after a little while, giving you both some time to wake up. You raise your head and rest your chin on his chest as you look up at him, nodding. He smiles as his eyes glance across your face, admiring the way the sun is hitting your face, having finally breached the horizon.Â
He then leans down to give you a soft kiss, his hand moving from your thigh to your cheek. Once he pulls away, you keep your eyes closed for a moment, reveling in his touch and warm gaze.
âWhat kind of breakfast?â you whisper once you open your eyes. He shrugs before he speaks, still trying not to disrupt the comfortable quiet surrounding you.
âAnything you want. Eggs, waffles. Iâm pretty skilled in the kitchen.â he teases, winking. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. How is he still single? Cute, kind, smart, and a good cook? You canât believe it.
âDo you have strawberries and blueberries?â you ask softly, smiling once he nods. âLetâs make waffles.âÂ
He nods at your words, sighing loudly and stretching before he sits up slowly. You move off of him and watch as he gets up and puts on some grey sweatpants, and your eyes wander down his body quickly, making him chuckle.Â
You get up and find your bra and panties on his floor, putting them on quickly. You debate on putting back on your jeans and top from last night, afraid Buckâs shirt wouldnât fit you in a cute oversized way, but you decide against it. Itâs too early for jeans, and with the way he was worshiping your body last night, you donât think heâd turn down the opportunity of watching you walking around his kitchen so exposed.
He pulls you into another kiss once youâre semi-dressed, his hands making their way to your cheeks. You smile against his lips, and bite your lip gently once you pull back, and he keeps his eyes closed for a moment.Â
âJump.â he whispers after a moment, and you oblige this time, letting him lift you in his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he makes his way to the stairs.
âYou really donât have to carry me everywhere, you know.â you say with a soft laugh. You turn your head to watch where heâs going, arms tightening around his neck instinctively as he reaches the stairs.
âNuh uh, come on. I saw your face last night. Donât lie, you love it.â he teases you, squeezing your thighs. You shake your head and your cheeks heat up in embarrassment as you realize that he noticed.Â
Once you get to the kitchen he sets you down on the counter, his hands lingering on your hips as he tries to memorize the sight of you, almost naked on his kitchen counter, your soft belly on full display for him. He backs away slowly as he takes one final look, then turns and starts grabbing ingredients from the pantry and fridge.Â
You notice heâs making waffles from scratch, and your heart swells at the thought of him putting in so much effort. You try to tell him you can help, but he cuts you off, insisting that all he wants you to do is to âsit there and look pretty,â which makes you giggle. You canât help feeling giddy around him; you feel like a lovesick teenager.
Once heâs finished with breakfast, you slide off the counter and make your way to the kitchen table. He brings the berries, the maple syrup, and some whipped cream over, and you both dig in.
He waits to see your reaction, and grins widely when he sees you moan softly in contentment, closing your eyes. You look over at him as he admires you, and you look down, smiling softly, not used to this kind of attention.Â
âCan I take you out?â he asks you halfway through breakfast. He chuckles softly as you look up at him with a raised brow, and he reaches up to wipe a bit of whipped cream off your upper lip.Â
âYou already took me out.â you reply softly, licking your lips after his thumb brushes over them.
âThat doesnât count, we just happened to be there at the same time. I want to take you out for real. A nice dinner, maybe a walk or something after, get some ice cream. What do you say?â he corrects you, giving you a wink. You smile, nodding as you mumble a soft âokay.âÂ
Once youâre finished with breakfast, he leads you to the couch and wraps a blanket around both of you. Youâre leaning against his chest and his arm is draped on the back of the couch behind you, which makes your stomach flip.
He turns on a movie, but youâre too busy talking and laughing with each other to really pay attention. As he looks down at your pretty face, his smile stays plastered to his face. Heâs so glad he agreed to that God awful date, and that you were willing to help him out of it, because now that he has you, he never wants to let you go.
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Moments of Comfort ~ LF
†WORD COUNT: 1.9K
â€GENRE: period comfort, talks of periods, panic but felix being a soft baby and helping reader
â€PAIRING: Felix x Fem!Reader
â€Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2024
â€MASTERLIST
You snuggled closer to Felix, your head resting on his chest as the two of you lay together watching a movie in comfortable silence. His arms were around you, making you feel safe and warm. The two of you had only been dating for a couple of months but it was moments like this that made you feel as though the two of you had known each other forever.
Though this was the first time you'd ever stayed over at his place, you thought you'd be more nervous about it than you were but you knew and trusted Felix with all of your heart. You knew he'd never try and push you into something you didn't want and he'd already told you that if you wanted to go home at any point he'd happily drive you to make sure you get home safe.
"What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary." The TV was loud as you snuggled closer to Felix. His arm was wrapped around your waist, his fingers lazily tracing patterns against your skin as you watched the screen together. After struggling to find a movie you both wanted to watch you settled for an old classic, only half paying attention to it since it was so late in the night. Felix's fingers lulled you into a deeper sense of relaxation though as you struggled to even keep your eyes open for the movie.
"Want me to turn the movie off?" Felix whispered as he noticed how heavy your eyes seemed to be getting, you barely mumbled a no before you felt it.
Suddenly you felt a sharp, all-too-familiar cramp in your abdomen and your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach as you realised what it was. A cold sweat broke out and you tried not to disturb the peace that had been created between you and Felix.
"Babe?" He questioned as you detangled yourself from his arms and sat up, pretending to adjust the covers but your breath caught in your throat as you saw the small red stain on his white bed sheets. Panic began to wash over you as you stared down at it. God, this could have only happened to you, your mind raced with embarrassment and dread.
Felix was never going to invite you around again after this,
"Baby, everything okay?" Felix asked, his voice drowsy but a concerned look spread across his face.
"Y-yeah...Yeah, just give me a second," You forced a smile onto your lips as you looked down at the sheets wondering what you were supposed to do now. If it was your place you'd have made up an excuse about spilling something but you were panicked enough without making the bed sheets dirtier.
Your thoughts began to spiral as you imagined Felix's reaction. Would he be disgusted? Annoyed? Tell you to leave? The lump in your throat only grew and your hands began to tremble uncontrollably. That was all it took for Felix to sit up,
"What's going on? Baby you're shaking." His voice was now fully awake and gentle as he took in your appearance. Your fingers fumbled with the blankets, attempting to cover up the stain but nothing was going to hide it and you could feel your body burning with shame, tears starting to build up behind your eyes
âI think I just got my period... and I, um, got some on your sheets.â You waited for it, you waited for him to yell and say it was disgusting, you waited for him to yell at you to get out of his apartment but nothing of the sort came.
"Okay," He smiled at you, gently lifting your chin with his hand so that your eyes would meet his, he gave you a reassuring smile.
"This stuff happens. It's fine," He smiled at you, gently leaning over to give you a soft kiss on the cheek.
"You're not mad?" You frowned, standing up and staring at him. You'd dreaded everything about his reaction and hadn't even taken the time to think it would be a calm reaction like this one.
"Why would I ever be mad over something you can't even control?" Felix questioned, carefully getting out of bed to strip it so that the two of you could lay on some cleaner sheets.
"I stained the sheets." You said as though it was something he should have been annoyed about but he wasn't, not even close.
"So?" He laughed a little dryly, still trying to figure out where you would have gotten the idea that he was annoyed.
"I'm sorry... I-I'll buy you new ones, I'm early, I'm not due for a week otherwise I would have been better prepared," You panicked, you frantically grabbed the sheets pulling them off the bed but Felix's hands sat on top of yours. He stared at you as he took in a deep breath, urging you to do the same and you did, keeping your eyes on him the whole time.
The two of you stood there for a moment or two, just deeply breathing until he managed to feel your body calming down and you dropped the sheets from your hands.
"I'm going to go and run you a hot bath, okay? Don't touch the sheets, just sit." He ordered making you smile weakly, you sat down on the edge of the bed and he smiled kissing the top of your head before disappearing into the bathroom.
Growing up with two sisters and his mother he knew how to handle this kind of situation and he would also never get annoyed over something the female body did, it was natural and he didn't care about his sheets. Only that you were taken care of.
"Bubbles or no bubbles?" He called out to you, staring down at the bottles in his hands trying to figure out which would be best for you. Though he had no idea how uncomfortable or painful it was, he knew that he was going to do everything he could to relieve any symptoms you had.
"Bubbles...Please," You said from the door, your hand resting on your abdomen as you clutched it. You hoped that the warmth of the bath would help ease the cramps you had, the first few days of your period were always the worst pain-wise. Part of you wanted to go home but you'd been dying to spend some time with Felix.
"Bubbles it is," He smiles pouring in some muscle relaxation bubbles before turning to look at you, his eyes drinking you in as you stared down at the floor. Your usual bright demeanour was now clouded with pain and distress and it was tearing him up inside to see you suffering.
"How about you get in while it runs, you can soak as much as you need to." He smiles, your eyes looking at him and he notices how red and glassy they are. He crossed the room in one stride, wrapping his arms around you.
"You don't have to worry about the sheets, it's fine." He reassured you, his voice calm and soothing as he gently rubbed his hand over your back,
"I'm sorry," You whispered, your voice barely coming out as you hugged him back.
"There's nothing to even worry about, Get in the bath and ease the cramps." He promised, kissing the top of your head as he walked you over to the bath, explaining the taps and which one switched it to the shower.
"I'll leave you to it, I'll be right here." He promises, before sliding the door shut and getting to work.
When you finally emerged from the bath you felt a little more at ease but drained from everything that had happened. You wrapped yourself in a towel, reaching for your bag as you looked through it. Frantically looking for the pad panic began to surge inside of you, a whole new wave of anxiety hitting you. You had no pads or tampons with you, you'd taken them out of your bag shrugging them off with no need.
"Yn?" Panic bubbled inside of your throat as you heard Felix's soft voice from the other side of the bathroom door.
"Lix?" Your voice sounded panicked and Felix wanted to come in instantly but he was going to wait until you gave him the go-ahead.
"Are you decent?" He called out and you headed to the door, peeling it open to find him standing there, holding a basket in his hands.
"I thought you might need some supplies...I didn't know what to get and the lady in the store just gave me something of everything." He'd gone to the store for you? Tears welled up inside of your eyes again as you felt your heart clenching.
"Thank you," You sighed in relief taking the box from him and glancing inside, it had everything. Every pad, tampon and even menstrual cup sitting inside. Toward the back, there was even a new packet of underwear sitting there,
"You're the best...you know that," You glanced over at the door and Felix was blushing softly,
"Come out whenever you're ready. Don't rush," He told you before once again slipping out of the room and going back to his bedroom.
Though he didn't know much about periods he wanted to do everything he could to make it an easy night for you, there were already new sheets on the bed, a hot water bottle on the nightstand and he'd made sure to get some ibuprofen while he was out just so you could take some.
"You didn't have to do all of this," You said as you walked back into the bedroom, his eyes landing on you as he peeled back the covers for you to join him in bed. This time all of the sheets were black so even if you did bleed through, he had you covered.
"I know but I wanted to," He smiled as you crawled into the bed beside him, his arms wrapping around your waist as your face screwed up in pain.
"Can I try something to help?" He quizzed, his breath catching on your ear as you nodded a little, willing to try anything to stop the gut-wrenching pain inside of you.
"Sure." You whispered as Felix took out a small bottle from the side of the bed and poured some oil onto his hands.
"The lady at the store mentioned Lavender oil can help, may I?" He nodded to the shirt you were wearing and you slowly lifted the shirt up and he began to sweep his hands over your abdomen. Rubbing in soft gentle circles as he watched your face for any signs of distress, he didn't want to go too hard on you as he worked the oil into your skin.
"T-That feels good," You whimpered a little as he began to knead his hands into your skin, your body relaxing as you took in deep breaths, the lavender helping your mind relax and the pressure helping your cramps. Felix continued until he noticed your eyes were shut and you weren't responding to him anymore and he let out a small chuckle as he reached for the hot water bottle and laid it on your stomach.
Warmth spread through him as he ran his fingers over your cheek and smiled down at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he settled down beside you, holding you from behind as he headed to sleep.Â
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kim minji x fem!reader ; fluff
synopsis: hanni and danielle spent months getting you and minji together only to find out you haven't kissed once
warnings: sixth member reader ; they makeout i GUESS muahaha very small tho very short ; if you have a sweet tooth you'll love this one I hope ; loser gf minji I fear (my type) ; not proofread
a/n: LOSER GF!!! muahahahaha also i wrote this in one sitting what
not many things make kim minji weak in the knees, sheâs very good at keeping her composure. however, as soon as you were put into her life, all of that was thrown out the window.
youâve been minjiâs member for over a year. youâve also been dating kim minji, the prettiest most gorgeous girl youâve ever met for nearly two months nowâall thanks to hanni and danielle, your other fellow members.
as happy as they were to get you two together, it was almost dreadful to witness the two of you together. it wasnât necessarily awkward, but time alone with minji was limited, and you two were stupidly shy and giddy when the girls were around you. the two of you still act like how you did while you were crushing on each other â before the confession â and itâs not entertaining.
youâre much more outgoing and open about your feelings, however, but youâre willing to be patient for minjâeven if that means her taking forever to initiate things and show you just how in love she is other than using acts of service and gift giving.
it isnât until hanni and danielle bug you to death on your whole relationship, itching for more out of the two of you.
â
hanni and danielle sit in front of you, petrified.
âyouâre telling me, the most youâve done is held hands with her and kiss her on the cheek?â danielle gasps, her brows creasing.
you shake your head, blushing. âokay, well, iâve kissed her hand and forehead tooââ
âbro, you havenât kissed her? youâve been dating for like, almost two months are you fucking kidding me?â
putting up your hands in defense, you begin, âhey! sheâs⊠shy⊠i think about kissing her and shit like that all the time but⊠i just⊠you know.â
âoh y/n, you havenât even tried to initiate it? i know her, she definitely wants to kiss you too.â
âwell,â you start, crossing your arms. âkissing isnât the most important part of a relationship. she makes sure iâm healthy and we sleep in the same bed and i like her and care for her andââ
âwell yeah youâre right but we didnât spend five months listening and watching you two drool over each other just for you to end up together and act like an awkward couple in the 90s!â
âhey! weâre not! stop that!â you roll your eyes, then flop onto your bed from where you sit. picking up your phone, you gaze at the picture of your girlfriend on your screen. âi justâ we kind of agreed to take it slow.â
âtake it slow my ass man.âÂ
âwell, everytime iâve tried to initiate things more⊠you know, couple like⊠we always get interrupted! i mean iâve tried to kiss her but i swear hyein and haerin have some superpower that lets them know when one of us tries to and they end up walking in and ugh!â
you werenât lying, really. most attempts at trying to be affectionate and bolder were often interrupted.
after two weeks of going out with minji, spending nights together and cuddling as you talked about who knows what, you finally had the chance to be home alone. with everyone's schedules piled up, this rare moment of solitude was perfect.
minji had her arm around you as you both watched a movie, deciding to spend your last hour together curled up beside each other. your thumb gently grazed her hand repeatedly, making her smile and lean her head into you a bit more. it was calming, just being there beside her. the warmth of her presence was comforting, filling you with a sense of peace.
halfway into the movie, you turn to kiss her jawline. she tilts her head slightly, allowing you better access, her smile widening. the simple act feels intimate and precious, a quiet affirmation of the more romantic bond that took months of (mostly danielle and hanniâs) work to happen.Â
her skin is warm and soft against your lips, sending a flutter through your chest. you savor the moment, wishing it could last forever.
âthat tickles, you know.â
âmm, but youâre so cute.â
âyouâre so corny,â she says, blushing. she looks at you more closely, tilting her head. âis that my t-shirt?â
âtoo early to do that?â
minji shakes her head. ânah, you look cute.â
her lips turn up in a smile, and you mirror her. ânow look whoâs corny.â
âoh, shut up, youâre literally blushing.â
âthatâs only because the girl in front of me looks so good right now.â you gently push her glasses up so they sit on the crown of her head. the movie in the background dissolves into white noise, and minjiâs breath hitches. your eyes dart down to her lips, making you subtly bite the inside of your own. âso good, kim minji.âÂ
she leans in closer, the warmth of her breath mingling with yours. the moment feels suspended in time, the anticipation building. you can see the sparkle in her eyes, feel the rapid beating of her heart through the closeness of your bodies. everything about her draws you in, making you smirk as your head tilts.
just as your lips are about to touch, you hear the door swing open and a pair of voices fill the air. you and minji quickly part, hearts racing. minji chokes on nothing, coughing as hyein walks into the living room and plops down on the couch between the two of you.
"hey, what's up?" hyein asks, oblivious to the moment she just interrupted. âwhat movie? no way youâre watching the mario movie without me!â
you exchange a quick, knowing glance with minji, both of you struggling to suppress smiles and calm your racing hearts.Â
âsorryâŠâ you mumble, turning to hyein and giving her an apologetic smile. âyouâve already watched this movie like three times!â
âstill! i canât believe you left me outâŠâ
minji scoffs playfully, smiling at the two of you. she raises her brows at the youngest member. âyou literally had a shoot, itâs not like we can facetime you in the middle of it.â
if that were even possible, hyein wouldâve had to witness everything that had happened before. you and minji preferred things to be less⊠out there. besides, hyein didnât even know the two of you were more than just members that had gotten super close.Â
âhey, letâs watch it the next time weâre both free then!â you offer.
âyes for sure! anyway, iâm going to go changeâ
hyein walks off, leaving you and minji a space away from each other. minji stands up and puts her hand out, you grab it with a teasing smile. your girlfriend rolls her eyes at you and starts to lead you to the room you two share.
the two of you donât really speak on the incident.
â
it takes a bit of time, a few weeks after the first incident to be exact, before you get the confidence to try again.
the rest of the members and your performance manager have gathered outside to recharge and grab water, leaving the two of you alone. minji sits next to you on the floor of the practice room against the mirror, both of you sweaty from practice.
minji is on her phone, her breath still a bit heavy from the past thirty minutes of repeating and repeating several moves until they were perfect. your eyes soften at the sight of her, knowing how hard-working and passionate she is about being an idol. she's been your main motivation ever since you both were trainees, and the way she caught your eye was also a factor.
you admire her dedication, the way she pours her heart into every dance move and every note she sings. the sweat on her forehead and the tired yet determined look in her eyes only make her more endearing to you. the room is quiet except for your breathing, the air thick with the lingering energy of your intense practice.
gathering your courage, you inch a little closer to her. your heart races, but the desire to share a tender moment with her pushes you forward. you reach out and push away some of the hair framing her face, which makes her turn over to look at you. her eyes smile before her lips do, making you fold.
âtired?â you ask.
âvery.â minji admits, putting her phone down and giving you all of her attention. âyouâre sweating a lot, you must be too?â
âitâs whatever.â you sigh, leaning against the mirror. you stare at your girlfriend, her eyes drill right back into yours before a smirk plays on her lips.
âyou like what you see?â
âmy sweaty girlfriend?â you chuckle and push her arm, then bite your lip not-so-subtly. âfor sure.â
minji smiles, gums showing a bit. she places her hand on your knee, letting her fingers run up and down your skin. âyouâre a tease.â
âkim minji, you look so kissable right now.â the words flow out of your mouth, pausing minji in her place.Â
she clenches her jaw before scooting closer to you, her hand moving from your knee to your arm and under the short sleeve covering your bicep. her touch is warm, sending a shiver up your spine.
without saying a word, she leans in, her eyes locking onto yours. the moment hangs in the air, charged with anticipation.Â
âyeah? what are you going to do about it l/n y/n?â
you scoff lightheartedly before leaning closer, time seems to slow down as you move your hand to caress her jawline softly. âwouldnât you like to know.â you whisper just centimeters away from her lips.
both of your eyes close and just as you begin to close the distance, a group of girls bursts into the room.Â
you and minji part suddenly, pushing each other away as your cheeks turn crimson. the interruption is jarring, and you can feel the heat rising to your face, matching the flush on minjiâs cheeks. the lively chatter and laughter of the group fill the room, making it impossible to continue the moment. you exchange a quick, embarrassed glance with minji, both of you silently lamenting the lost opportunity.
haerin stares at the two of you on the floor as if a meteor had just landed between you, causing both of you to jump apart. thereâs now three feet of awkward space between the two of you, and haerin simply tilts her head.
âminji, y/n, you didnât get water?â haerin asks, her voice tinged with curiosity.
ânot... um, thirsty,â you manage to say, feeling the heat of embarrassment still lingering. minji nods in agreement, her gaze darting away briefly.
haerinâs expression remains unreadable as she continues to observe the two of you, her silence adding to the awkwardness that hangs in the air.
your girlfriend jumps up with energy, clapping her hands and beaming, âalright! letâs continue!â which makes you chuckle. minji looks back at you and you mouth, good save, before sticking your tongue out at her.
â
âi told you we almost kissed! we just... every time i want to and we get close, it gets ruined.â
danielle frowns sympathetically, feeling bad after hearing your frustration. hanni shakes her head, then crosses her arms and nudges danielle closer to her.
âdude, just kiss her,â hanni sighs, then turns to danielle, who looks utterly confused. âlike this.â
âwoah, waitââ
hanni smiles mischievously at you, then fixes danielle with a serious gaze. âjust put your hand on her shoulder like thisââ she squeezes danielle's deltoid, making her gasp in surprise. ââthen look her in the eye.â they lock eyes, and danielle canât help but smirk at the absurdity of the situation, struggling to keep a straight face. you chuckle, thoroughly amused by their impromptu demonstration.
âthen say whatever lovey-dovey shit and lean in, mmm~â hanni hums playfully, puckering her lips for effect.
danielle smirks back, leaning in slightly and catching hanni off guard. hanni jumps back dramatically, looking at danielle with mock horror as danielle bursts into laughter. you join in, unable to contain your amusement at the whole scene unfolding before you.
âoh, come on, hanni pham~ we have to give her a demonstration!â
âgross!â hanni sticks her tongue out at dani, whoâs laughing louder now. âi didnât think youâd actually play along!â
âdonât be shy!â
âi hate you.â
you smile at the two, rolling your eyes playfully before leaning back and hugging your pillow again.
the thought of minji, right before sheâs about to kiss you, fills your mind with warmth. memories of those moments flash before you, making you smile. her lips look soft, and you've imagined how they would feel against yours countless times. they must be heaven, and you can't wait to experience it for real. you donât want this to just be a daydream you have everyday anymore.
kissing minji is something special, something that has to be perfect. you want it to be a moment you both cherish, not hurried or awkward like hanni's demonstration. you want to approach her with tenderness and sincerity, making sure every detail is just right. it's a moment you've been waiting for, and you want to make it unforgettable for both of you.
âugh, this is so frustrating.â you sigh, collapsing onto hanniâs thigh.â
danielle thinks to herself, then lights up. âwait, youâve always been the one to start it, right?â
âi guess?â
âjust find a way for minji to do it instead then.â
âand how will i do that?â
"just use your ways, i don't want to think about how i'd get minji to kiss me. that's grossâŠ" hanni interjects, prompting you to push her head lightly.
"okay, minji is not gross, and sheâs my lovely girlfriend that i want to kiss very much, thank you." you defend minji with a playful smile, while hanni pretends to gag, earning chuckles from you and danielle.
you start to ponder danielleâs suggestion seriously. how could you make a move on minji? sheâs confident on camera when it comes to variety shows, livestreams, or anything of that sort, even playing along with fangirlsâ comments. but sheâs completely different when it comes to you, her girlfriend, and always reserved when it comes to initiating intimacy. she's comfortable with cuddles and the occasional kiss on the cheek, but you want more.
as you think about it, a plan starts to form in your mind. you recall how she responds to your touch, the way her eyes soften when you compliment her, and how she leans into your affectionâbut this is all behind closed doors
every nuance of minji's personality and her vulnerabilities flood your mind, and they all seem to revolve around your relationship. you muse over the idea of teasing her playfully to elicit a more spontaneous reactionâlike kissing you.
as you think about the dynamics between you, a plan starts to take shape in your mind.Â
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the notification on your phone alerts you that minji is live, and since you're done with everything you need to do and nearby, you might as well surprise her.
you stare at the screen for a moment, admiring your girlfriend. she's wearing the leather jacket you bought her before you started dating, a white t-shirt underneath, a cap perched on her head, and the glasses that always make her look even cuter.
"ugh, you're going to be the death of me," you mutter quietly to yourself as you gaze at her image. gathering your courage, you knock on the door to the room she's in. you watch as she jumps in her seat, clearly startled by the sudden interruption.
"hello? who is it?" minji calls out, her voice tinged with curiosity. "hanni, is that you?"
you chuckle softly, turning off your phone and deciding to play along. slowly, you open the door just a crack, peering in with only the top half of your head visible. minji's eyes widen in surprise, and a bright smile instantly lights up her face, showing her gums and top teeth.
ây/n!â minji rolls her chair to the door and opens it fully, grabbing your hand as you step inside. âwhat are you doing here?â
âi got a notification from phoning and wanted to see you.â you grin, knowing her cheeks are warming up since the live is still going. âi have squid crackers.â
minji pulls a chair beside the two of you and pats it down so you can sit. âyum, letâs eat!â
âokay, okay.â
the live continues on with the two of you bickering over small things, arguing over vegetables and you trying to convince her that they wonât kill her. the comments roll quickly, something tells you that most of the live will be clipped and shared online, not that you mind.
nearing the end of the livestream, you and minji sit close together, your arms brushing against each other as you read through the comments. the phone sits on the desk in front of you, capturing your interactions with your fans.
underneath the desk, where the phone is positioned, minji taps your knee. you subtly glance down and see her hand open, silently motioning for you to hold it. a smile spreads across your face as you turn towards her, interlocking your fingers with hers. you exchange a brief, affectionate look before turning back to the camera, continuing to hold hands as you engage with the comments and wrap up the livestream.
you move your head closer to the screen to glimpse at a few comments, most of them complimenting minji with her glasses on and tousled hair. your lips turn up and you agree, âyeah, the comments are right.â
âwhat do they say?â
âthat you lookâŠâ you read a certain comment that makes your nose scrunch as you laugh. âthey're saying you look⊠scrumptious?â
minji chuckles, shaking her head. âstrange.â
you lean back in your chair and keep your eyes focused on minji, the whole time as she reads through more comments, eyeing her like a meal. yeah, the comments have a point.
your girlfriend tries to maintain composure as she notices you eyeing her up and down, your tongue poking the inside of your cheek in a playful manner. she turns to meet your gaze, and all you do is smirk at her, glancing down at her lips for a fleeting moment before locking eyes with her again.
kim minji can stay sane for the cameras, she has to.Â
even when you look at her like that, and in her hoodie.Â
âminji please be my girlfriendâŠâ minji reads out quietly, making you sit up and move to look at the screen yourself.
âabsolutely not.â you retort, bringing minji in closer by the arm. âsheâs off limits.â
minji looks at you, trying her absolute best to keep her cool and playing off her nerves with a laugh. âsays who?â
âme.â you mumble, turning to face her.Â
the livestream captures the entire scene: you grinning mischievously at minji, playfully holding onto her arm, clearly enjoying teasing her. she visibly folds a bit internally, swallowing lightly as she glances over at the rapidly scrolling chat. sensing the attention, minji gently unlinks your arms and ruffles your hair, pushing your chair back with a playful eye-roll as a blush spreads across her cheeks.
"okay, that's enough from you, y/n," minji sighs, feigning exasperation but unable to hide her smile. she addresses the screen, her voice warm despite her playful annoyance. "bye bye everyone, stay safe and see you next time!" with that, she ends the livestream as fast as she can, placing the phone down on the table.
as the screen goes dark, you exchange a knowing look with minji, both of you aware of how bold you were.
minji pulls your chair toward her, stopping you in your place right when your faces are a handâs length apart.
âwhat was that y/n?â she questions you, narrowing her eyes.Â
you giggle. âwhat do you mean?â
âyou know what iâ ugh, weâre going to be clipped and posted andââ
âand youâll be watching over it all?â
minji gazes at you in disbelief, her breath catching slightly as she meets your gaze. you return her look, peering at her through lowered eyelashes, a subtle smile playing on your lips. the air between you two is thick with tension, the intensity of the moment palpable.
you begin to stand up, stretching your arms out as you make your way towards the door. however, before you can take another step, your wrist is gently but firmly pulled back. you turn around, surprised, to see minji still seated in her chair, her eyes fixed you, her pupils dilated.
her cap and glasses are taken off before she stands up and meets your level, her hand travels to your waist.
âwas this on purpose?â
âwhat was?â
"don't make me work for it," minji warns softly, her head tilting ever so slightly to the side. her eyes linger on yours for a moment before trailing down to your lips. you feel a rush of anticipation as you lick them, waiting eagerly to see what sheâs planning to do next.
âsomeone is eager, huh?â
âshut up.â is the last thing minji says before her lips meet yours, finally.
her other hand is on the base of your neck, lightly adding pressure as she kisses you. her lips are as soft as they look, and they feel even better against your lips than anywhere else.Â
both of you pull away, then minji looks at you hesitantly. âis this okay?â
âfucking finally,â you sigh right before cupping both her cheeks and kissing her again.
minji's grip on you tightens, her touch indicating the need to hold onto you as the intensity of the moment deepens. the scent of peach and jasmine surrounds you, adding to the dreamlike atmosphere. your lips feel like a wish that no genie could ever grant, so hazy and perfect in this moment. as you slide your hands into her hair, the moment feels surreal, as if you're both caught up in a beautiful dream.
she shifts the two of you over towards the small couch in the corner, settling you down and hovering over you. she catches you smiling at her as your thumbs rub her cheeks lightly.
âyouâre so cute minji.âÂ
âstop that.â
âare you flustered? aw look at youââ she cuts your teasing off with a kiss, both of you smiling into it. you want this to last forever, just you and minji together, kissing, her lips on yours, hand in your hair and the other trailing down your torso â just the two of you in the moment and nothing else.
your desire is rejected when you hear a squeal, making minji fumble and fall on top of you, her face meeting the base of your neck.
âminji? y/n? whatââ
hyein.
your girlfriend gets up, crawling away from you, her face beet red and visibly flustered. she meets the youngest member with a complete lack of composure, while you sit up and watch everything unfold.
âw-why didnât you knock?â minji scolds her, immediately looking away from hyein because she cannot look her in the eye after she had walked in on both of you.Â
âare you two together? how long has this been going on? oh my god⊠why did no one tell me?â
âhyein, listen.â
âi knew something was up.â she facepalms, then looks at you. âsleeping in the same room⊠being alone together so muchâ i just though you guys were really close until i caught minji kissing your hand.â
your eyes widen. âwhat? when?â
âyou guys were in the kitchen together cooking and ugh it all adds upâŠâ
minji looks at you and silently pleads for help, prompting you to get up and stand next to your lover. hyein looks at the two of you expectantly, raising her brows as you two shrink under her.
âcan we please talk about this with everyone else? they can help sort this out.â you suggest, which only feeds the flame (lee hyein).
âeveryone else but me knew this?â she says in shock, then pouts at the two of you. âcâmon! why did you keep the juiciest stuff away from me!â
âbecause! youâre young! and besides, haerin doesnât know either.â you desperately try to defend yourself, but none of your words get through her head â or maybe they do and sheâs too shaken up to process it.
you and minji look at each other, blushes taking over your faces like a tsunami.Â
a small breath leaves your lips; hyein had caught you making out with your girlfriend and now you both have to sit her down and give her a little talk as if you were two parents.
but at least you got to kiss your girlfriend after what had felt like forever, so maybe it was worth it in the end.
(plus, that look on minjiâs face â yeah, maybe it was slightly worth it even if the kisses got cut short.)
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Too close to home - Tyler Owens Imagine
A/N: Alright babes, so here she is. Hope you guys like it. This is based off an actual tornado I experienced last year (Gotta love tornado alley).
Spring. It was your favorite season and also your least favorite season at the same time. It was the time of year when they flowers started to bloom, it started to warm up, and everyone seemed happier. However, it was also the time of year when tornadoes were the most prevalent. Living in tornado alley meant you were well versed in the forces of nature. They were big. They were mean. They didnât care what was in their way. Ever since you were a kid, they scared you. You knew the signs and you watched out for them when they came.
It was the dark clouds. It was the smell of rain in the air. It was the cool air and the warm breeze mixing together to bring a perfect mix of chaos. It absolutely terrified you; especially since you worked at a news station and saw what happened when you covered storm damage.
Now, your boyfriend, was a whole other story. You were dating the tornado wrangler himself, Tyler Owens, and the two of you could not be anymore different in your opinions on the monstrous forces of nature. He thought they were beautiful and wanted to chase after them. You thought they were horrible and wanted to stay far away. But, each and every spring you let him chase his passion as long as he promised to keep himself safe and always come back home. He promised and had yet to break it.
It was your two year anniversary and the two of you were cuddled up in bed watching a movie. There was a tornado warning in the area, but Tyler had been watching the tornado tracker on his phone and he felt like there was next to no chance that the ones on the ground would come anywhere near your shared home. Most nights, he would be out chasing the storm with his crew, but he had agreed to stay home with you tonight to spend time with you to celebrate your anniversary.
Your head was on his chest and his fingers were combing through your hair, both your eyes locked on the TV. Outside, the storm was starting to pick up. The thunder was starting to get louder and the rain was starting to pound on the window harder; hail starting to mix in with it. Your eyes widened at the sound, but Tyler didnât seem to even blink twice, his hand moving down to soothe down your spine. Of course, leave it to the tornado chaser to not even blink at a severe storm. You wished you shared his bravery, but you definitely did not. As the storm started to progress he picked up his phone to check the weather and the tornado tracker, still seeing that there was nothing coming towards you guys and you were safe to not take shelter.
But, as you were sitting there you could start to hear a train in the distance sound like it was passing through and you felt confusion start to cloud your mind. You didnât remember any train tracks near your house.. But, it definitely sounded like there was a freight train passing by. You looked at Tyler just as his phone rang, one of the guys he chased with calling him.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead and went to standup, answering the call. He pulled the blinds back and revealed a severely dark sky outside your window before he looked at you, eyes wide. The train was getting louder and louder. âYeah. Yaâll stay safe.â Just as he was going to hang up the phone, the entire house went dark as the power went out. In the dark and the silence of the house you could barely make him out walking swiftly towards you. He was normally calm about everything so the swift way he was moving made a sense of dread settle through your bones and into your stomach. You had never seen him like this and you had watched him race towards tornadoes hundreds of times by now without even seeming to be phased. But, whatever was happening right now had him rattled.
âWe have to get to cover now.â That was all he said as he reached out for your hand, lacing your fingers together as he pulled you towards the back door of your shared home. You had never once heard him warn you to take shelter, so something really bad must be happening. The two of you made your way outside and everything was super dark. Rain was pelting down from the sky in massive drops as it mixed with hail. The wind was whipping around you and Tyler held your hand tight as the two of you made your way towards the door that was propped up outside of the ground. He started to open it, turning around to see a massive funnel cloud making its way right towards your house.
You felt your blood run cold as it started to descend down towards the ground and you heard him urging you to hurry, reaching out to grab your wrist. He was yelling something but you couldnât hear him over the wind, you just could make out the sound of him yelling but the words were incomprehensible. You felt a tug on your wrist as he ushered you inside, standing to take in the beauty of the descending tornado as it tore down on your neighborhood quickly.
âTy!â You yelled out for him as you made your way down the stairs, the chaos of everything making you feel more panicked than you already were. But, the look on his eyes said everything. The passion. The dedication. âSheâs damn perfect.â You could tell he was either saying the words or mouthing them, but the wind was taking possession of his voice. You knew he was wishing he was chasing this storm. However, that wouldâve meant you would be dealing with this alone. You had never been in a storm like this before and now you were about to be in the eye of a tornado.
He finally snapped out of his trance and made his way down into the cellar with you. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it into place with the deadbolt as you turned on the flashlight on your phone.
Luckily when you had moved in you had stocked the storm shelter with some food and water and a bag of clothes for each of you if you guys would end up needing it. But, you hoped and prayed you wouldnât. You turned on the lantern the two of you kept down there as you grabbed one of the few blankets you had down there and you tried to make yourself comfortable, hearing the wind howl outside through the door.
âCâmere.â The southern drawl was the first thing you heard your boyfriend say since the two of you had left the house. He had his arm out for you as he turned his phone on to the weather channel, pulling up the radar as the weatherman went on and on about the tornado that was now knocking on your front door.
Your heart was racing and you felt like you couldnât breathe as you slid in close to his side, covering both of your laps with the blanket as you tried not to think about what could potentially be happening a couple of feet above you. Would it take the house? Would it take your trucks? The barn? You didnât want to think about it and you hid your face in his arm as he slid a hand under your shirt, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. âItll be alright, darlinâ.â You knew it would be, but the anxiety was still running rampant through you as well as guilt for him staying home with you tonight.
âIâm sorry youâre here and not out there right now.â Your voice felt too quiet for the situation, but you let it stay like that. Ever since you had started dating, you had never made him miss a storm. You had always told him to go. Told him to just be safe and keep you updated. Every single time he did. But, tonight he had insisted and now it was eating at you.
You felt his eyes look down at you as he sat his phone down, now using his free hand to tilt your chin to look up at him. âI would rather be here with you. If I was chasing that storm, I would be trying to outrun it to get home to you,â He kept his eyes locked on yours as the words left his lips, the normally cocky smile he wore replaced by a small, genuine one. He started to stroke your cheek with his thumb, leaning down to capture your lips to seal the words in. âThere will be other storms. But thereâs only one you. Iâm glad I was here to keep you safe.â The words were barely a whisper as he leaned his forehead against yours, a smile forming on your lips as you kissed him again.
There might be damage done by the storm and you would probably be cleaning up debris for a couple of months, if not longer. But, you had Tyler and he had you and both of you were safe. That was all that mattered as you cuddled up to him in the storm shelter and waited for the all clear, updates coming in from his guys as they chased the storm that came just a little too close to home this time.
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Ghost should stop it, he knows he should, but he makes up his mind that it's for your own good. He was never good with untrained animals, never had enough patience for them.
NON-CON
He doesn't know how long the session has been happening, but he can make a guess that it's been at least the best part of an hour. Your poor pussy is hot and swollen from the mounted dildo mechanically pistoning in and out of it and he doesn't think it's ever looked prettier than right now with how it's weeping from the abuse.
Mace hasn't totally restrained you which he appreciates, he'd like you trained not broken. Instead he has you on a table with your wrists cuffed to your ankles. There's a chain between the cuffs, enough to give you some movement but not so much that you can get your hands above your head to push him away.
Said head is dangling off the edge of the table and he skirts round the edge of the room to get a better view of Mace fucking his thick cock into your throat. Christ, from the side he can see how your throat bulges, how his heavy balls keep smashing into your nose and carrying trails of spit whenever he pulls back.
There's a thread of frustration in his old friend. The training is taking longer than he'd like then. Ghost wonders briefly what exactly the aim is until he pulls out enough that he sees the glint of metal in your mouth and you are told in a rough voice to take a deep breath. He's teaching you to deep throat then, using training wheels in the form of a ring gag. It's a good lesson to start with given how Ghost needs you to breathe only at his allowance. He needs that sort of control over anything he owns.
Your body goes into panic when Mace presses deep and holds there. Ghost watches in anticipation, screaming encouragement in his head. You can do this sweetheart, just swallow around him, a'tta girl. I know sweetheart, so big and so deep, gotta trust he knows when you really need to breathe.
None of it out loud, he hasn't decided if he wants you to know he is in the room or not. You'd maybe expect a rescue, be relieved for a moment before you saw how thick he was in his trousers and how bright his eyes were with appreciation. He had been dreading training you, he truly had. Of course Mace would have noticed.
Mace sighs as he pulls out, big hands massaging your tits as he lets you gulp in oxygen. You're doing yourself no favours with all the sobbing, you would be better with big, calm breaths. He reaches over your body and plays with your clit and there's nowhere for you to go. You can only try and thrash but are quickly pinned by both the dildo inside you and Mace's hand on your belly. It takes a horrifically short amount of time for him to have an orgasm flushing through you, have your body reset to relaxed so he can start the process over again.
Ghost had told you when you started dating that he was not a good man. He had told you to run. Mace was only showing you mercy really. Better he train you now than Ghost was forced to do it later.
He would never be so gentle.
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hi, I have another lotte x williamson!reader request maybe r does her acl during a match and shouts for lotte instead of leah. the team donât know theyâre dating because so finding out, leah is a bit annoyed but more focused on the ACL and maybe ends with her saying that she chose well but lotte will still get the shovel talk lol
Off the pitch
thank you for this request!
The game was fast-paced. Arsenal were in control, each pass crisp, each run intentional. Youâd been on fire tonight, weaving between defenders with ease, feeding the forwards, pushing the team towards victory. But in an instant, everything changed.
You moved to pivot, to spin past a defender when your foot caught in the turf. All it took was a slight twist and a wrong step. A snap rippled through your knee, and pain shot up your leg like wildfire. You knew right away that it was badâreally bad.
You knew it was your ACL as soon as youâd heard the dreaded pop that everyone had told you about. It felt exactly like what your sister, Leah, had told you it felt like.Â
The stadium felt like it was closing in, sounds growing muffled as you dropped to the ground, clutching your knee. Through the haze of pain, your instinct took over, and you cried out, âFuck!â
The shout was loud, clear, and desperate, cutting through the ambient noise of the crowd and echoing around the pitch. Everything seemed to freeze for a second. Your teammates, whoâd been spread out across the field, turned, expressions shifting from focus to alarm.
Caitlin was the closest, and she bolted over, skidding to her knees beside you, her hand going to yours. âHey, hey! Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?â Her voice was gentle, but her eyes were wide with worry as she took in the pained look on your face. âDo you want me to get Le?â
You shook your head, âLotte.â You managed to cry out.Â
Behind her, Katie ran over, her gaze flicking from your knee to your face. âHey kid, talk to us, whatâs wrong?â
Your breath hitched as you tried to hold back tears, the pain radiating like nothing youâd ever felt before. But you couldnât focus on them; all you could do was search for Lotte, who was already sprinting towards you from the other end of the field, her face pale, worry etched into every line.
Beth joined the growing group around you, her hand going to your back as she bent down, her expression full of concern. âHey, weâve got you. Youâre going to be alright, yeah?â
Leah was quick as she called out to the medical staff, motioning for them to hurry. When she finally knelt beside you, her gaze settled on Lotte with a flash of confusion before flicking back to you, trying to assess the situation.
âHey bubs,â Leahâs voice was steady but tinged with worry as she knelt down, looking directly into your eyes. âYouâre going to be okay, I promise. The medics are coming now, itâs okay.â
You tried to answer, but your throat tightened with the pain. Leahâs words hung in the air, your gaze stayed locked on Lotte, who had finally reached you, her face a mixture of worry and fear.
The medical team arrived, gathering their equipment and moving to check on your knee. They asked you a few questions, probing lightly around the injury as you screamed. Leah stayed close, her hand on your head, steady and grounding, while Lotte stayed directly in your line of sight, her hand gently cupping yours.
âHey, youâre going to be okay,â Lotte murmured, keeping her voice soft. She leaned close, blocking out the noise, the medics, and the anxious murmurs from your teammates. âIâm here. Just breathe.â
You nodded, trying to focus on her voice, on her calming presence, but every movement of your knee sent another jolt of pain that left you breathless.
âLotte, let the medics work,â Leah said, her voice careful but firm. Her eyes flicked from Lotte back to you, piecing together what she was seeing, a hint of realisation dawning in her expression. She stayed calm, though, as she exchanged a knowing glance with Beth, who had noticed as well, raising an eyebrow.
The medics moved to position a stretcher nearby, motioning to you and preparing to help you off the field. As they lifted you, Lotteâs hand slipped from yours, and she stood back, concern still etched across her face, watching your every move.
As they began to carry you off the field, you managed a small, shaky smile toward your teammates whoâd gathered around, each one wearing matching expressions of concern and support.Â
Kim squeezed your hand briefly as the stretcher moved, whispering, âYouâll be okay.â
From the sidelines, the team watched as you were taken off. Leah and Lotte exchanged a glance, and Leah gave her a nod that seemed to acknowledge something unspoken between them.
Once theyâd gotten you into the treatment room, the medics started their initial assessments, and it didnât take long for the news to sink in: a torn ACL.Â
It wouldn't be confirmed until the scans were complete but it was more than likely. Youâd be out for months. You slumped against the physio bed, trying to process the gravity of it all, the dreams that had been shattered in a single moment.Â
You were going to miss the euros.Â
The door creaked open, and Leah stepped in, taking a seat beside you. âHey bubs, how you holding up?â
You looked up at Leah as she stood beside the door and sniffled as you tried to hold tears back. She instantly ran to your side and lay beside you on the cold physio bed.Â
You and Leah had always been close despite her being three years older. In her eyes, you and Jacob were her babies even though you were twenty-four and twenty-two.Â
âItâs my ACL, Le.â You sniffled, âIâm done for, Iâm gonna miss the euros. Iâm done for!â
Leah wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close as she held you tightly. She let you bury your face into her shoulder, her hand rubbing gentle circles on your back as she tried to offer some comfort in the face of the heartbreak.Â
âYouâre not done for,â she murmured, her voice soft but firm. âIt feels like that right now, I know. But youâre strong, bubs. This isnât the end, I promise you that.â
You took a shaky breath, clinging to her words, even as the weight of what youâd lost tonight hung heavy on you. Leahâs presence grounded you, a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.
âSo, you and Lotte?â she asked gently, her tone just a bit teasing.
You laughed, though it was barely a chuckle, the reality of the injury making it hard to find much humour in anything. âYeah⊠guess the secretâs out now, huh?â
Leahâs lips grew into a smile, âLook, Iâm not thrilled you didnât tell me. Iâm your sister. But,â she added, glancing back toward the hallway where Lotte was waiting, âI can see why you called for her. AndâŠIâm glad you have her.â
Her eyes softened, and she tilted her head, her voice warm. âYou chose well, bubs. Lotteâs one of the good ones. But just because sheâs yours doesnât mean sheâs getting off easy.â
You raised an eyebrow, a bit confused. âWhat do you mean?â
Leahâs smile shifted into something more mischievous. âSheâs still getting the shovel talk. You can count on it.â
A soft knock on the door pulled you both out of the conversation, and Lotte slipped in, her gaze immediately seeking yours. She hesitated, unsure, until Leah gave her a nod, gently slipping off the bed and letting go of you to step back and give the two of you a moment.
Lotte moved to sit beside you on the bed, her fingers reaching out to brush a strand of hair back from your face. âIâm so sorry,â she whispered, her eyes full of empathy and something deeper, something unspoken that made your heart tighten. âI wish I could take this pain away for you.â
You tried to smile, but the emotion was too raw, too overwhelming. âIâŠI donât know what Iâm going to do without football. Itâs everything Iâve ever worked for, and nowâŠâ
She took your hand in hers, her grip warm and steady. âYouâre still you. Football doesnât define who you are. And Iâll be here, every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.â
Leah grinned, leaning back with a mischievous glint in her eye, clearly settling in to make the most of her big sister moment. âAlright, Lotte, now that weâre all on the same page, let me fill you in on a few things you might want to know.â
âOh noâŠâ you groaned, but Leah ignored you, her grin only widening.
âDid you know,â Leah began, leaning closer to Lotte, âthat she used to have this absolutely massive crush on her P.E. teacher back in school? She actually wrote a poem about it once. Kept it hidden in her sock drawer for years.â
Lotteâs eyes went wide, and she shot you a teasing look. âA poem? You? And a sock drawer? Thatâs serious business.â
âOh, it gets better,â Leah continued, laughing. âShe used to practise her autograph in her notebooks. Every page, just covered in âfuture starâ signatures.â
You groaned louder, burying your face in your hands. âLeah! I was, like, twelve!â
âExactly!â Leah laughed. âIâm just preparing Lotte for all the quirks sheâs signed up for. Like how you talk in your sleepâand Iâm not talking whispers. Sheâd sit up in bed, point, and say âThe goalâs over there!â or something equally ridiculous.â
Lotte was laughing now, âWow, I think Iâm learning more about you than I ever have babe,â she said, smirking.
âOh, and donât get me started on her dramatic food phases,â Leah went on. âThere was the avocado phase, where she wouldnât touch anything that didnât have avocado on it. Then, one day, just decided she hated them. Had an actual mini meltdown in the grocery aisle about it.â
âOh please!â You scoffed, âYou call the thin chicken white ham! No one could call it anything different for years.â
You glared at Leah, but she just shrugged innocently. âShe has to know these things!â
Lotte leaned closer to you, still grinning. âI donât mind. In fact, I kind of love it.â
You just shook your head, pretending to glare at both of them. âYou two are going to be the end of me.â
Leah pulled you into a gentle hug, ruffling your hair. âItâs a sisterâs duty, bubs. And besides, you know you secretly love it.â
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Neighbor Pt. 3
Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: Matt hears her come home from a date, and interrupts when he hears it go south.
Words: just above 2k
A/N: So this series is basically different excerpts, so the chapters may not fall right into each other if that makes sense... so here's another night of them being neighbors! Hope you enjoy :)
Genres: light angst, comfort, fluff
Part 2
Matt came home to a quiet and cold apartment. After jiggling his keys in the lock a few times, his musty old door finally opened, and he was met with the cool draft that came in from his even older windows. Pushing the door closed with his back, he sighed deeply and dropped his suitcase on the floor. He hung his head low.Â
Today was long. Too many papers at the office, too many people to talk to⊠or maybe, the night before, he spent too much time out as Daredevil and barely got any sleep. Or maybe he had trouble falling asleep. Matt wasnât sure, but it didnât matter. He was finally home.Â
It seemed like everyone else in the building had livelier apartments than he didâhe could smell spaghetti from an apartment below him, with jazz music playing in the background. Another apartment had children laughing at a cartoon. Another one was having guests over for dinner. Even Fran, the apartmentâs snoop, had brownies in the oven. Of courseâit was Friday night, and people like them had plans.Â
Their apartments were all warm and inviting. But not his. It was cold and empty, and nothing played in the backgroundâonly these heightened sounds in his ears and his thoughts. His ever so dreadful thoughts.Â
But what about hers?
He cocked his head against the door to listen closely to her apartment. What was she doing? Nothing seemed to be going on. No tea was on the kettle. Not even the sound of pages being turned in a book. She wasnât home.Â
Matt furrowed his brows at thisâhe knew she had the morning shift today because they had their usual morning greeting and walked each other out. Part of him was disappointed he couldnât share his lonesome with her, but the other part felt guilty because, of course, she had plans. While Matt was reclusive and preferred the dark, she was friendly, inviting, and liked to be out. Why would she waste her radiance on being locked up in her apartment?Â
So, Matt did what he normally did. Instead of being at home alone with his thoughts, he changed into his Daredevil gear and waited on his rooftop for something, anything, to call for him. Eventually, it did, but something was missing tonight.Â
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He wasnât out for long.Â
He was missing punches, throwing them too soon, otherwise just overall thrown off. Something was off. After stopping a robbery, and nearly taking a bullet to his shoulder, Matt tapped out. He sulked in his gear all the way home and stomped down the steps from his roof, back to his cold and empty apartment.Â
It was nearly midnight. Some people in the building were awake, and others getting ready for bed. And still, she wasnât home.Â
Is she okay?Â
Matt pushed any thought of worry away. Pushed any thought or feeling of attachment away. After all, she was just his neighbor. His neighbor who sometimes said hello to him, who sometimes dropped a book off in braille for him. Not his emotional support neighbor. Just a neighbor, whom Matt couldnât keep himself from listening to her calming presence.Â
So what if he liked her anyway, just a little bit?Â
She would never get involved with a complicated man like him, who held so many secrets and even more baggage.Â
Plus, they were neighbors. It could neverwork out.Â
Matt immediately stripped himself of his Daredevil gear and stepped into a hot, steaming shower, to wash these thoughts of her away. Wash this awful night away. Wash the dried blood on his skin away.Â
He lay in his bed, silk sheets sprawled over his half-naked body. He had his hands behind his head on his pillow, senseless eyes staring up at the ceiling. The building was winding down, finally. No loud conversations, no ovens beeping. Just people getting into bed and soft snores.Â
And then, he heard it.Â
The front door of the building unlocked. Footsteps make their way up the stairs. That familiar and therapeutic scent of warm vanilla filled his senses. Finally, she was home.Â
But she wasnât alone.
âI had a good time tonight,â he heard her say on her way up the stairs. Heavy footsteps followed closely behind her. Matt listened to her heartbeat and furrowed his browsâshe wasnât telling the truth.Â
âMe too,â a smooth, masculine voice said. âAre you sure you donât want to have some coffee?â
âOh yeah,â she said nervously, masked by a high-pitched tone. She was being overly nice. Cautious. âWe had so much food at that restaurant. Iâm stuffed. Iâm honestly ready for bed,â she laughed, again, a quiver in her laugh. Matt sat up on his elbows as he listened closely.Â
âMe too,â the man repeated, in a tone Matt didnât like. Conniving. Entitled. There was an underlying message.Â
âWell, hereâs my place,â she announced, placing a hand on her door. Matt noticed she often forgot to grab her keys when she was nervous. Matt had made her nervous that one morning, but nothing like this. She was⊠uncomfortable now. She wanted this man to leave. âYou didnât have to walk me up.â
And there it is.Â
âI wanted to,â he said, leaning against her door, blocking her from the lock. âI thought maybe you could show me the inside.â
âI, uh,â she stammered, fidgeting for her keys unsuccessfully. âI donât know, itâs lateâŠâ
In an instant, Matt throws on a shirt, gray sweatpants, and his dark glasses and hurriedly walks to his door to meet her and this stranger in the hallway. This stranger who wonât leave her alone, who takes the hint and ignores it, this stranger whoâs making his neighbor uncomfortable.Â
Her heart leaps when she sees Matt suddenly coming outside his door, brown hair disheveled and a smile on his face.Â
âMatt!â She exclaimed. âIâm sorry, was I loud?â
âNot at all,â Matt smiled through gritted teeth. âJust thought I forgot my mail. Thatâs all. What are you up to?â
âUmâŠâ
âWeâre on a date,â the man states plainly. Matt pretends to be shocked, that he didnât know someone else was there. He feigns surprise and lifts his eyebrows.Â
âOh,â Matt said, âSorry. I didnât realize.âÂ
âThereâs no mail,â the man said curtly, clearly upset that Matt interrupted whatever it was he had planned. âYou can go back into your apartment now.â An icy tone.Â
Matt took a step forward, eyebrows tightening, jaw clenched. He wants to tell this man that he can break every bone in his body. He wants to tell him that if he ever hears him in this building again, heâll make him beg for mercy. He listens to the man's body muscles tightening, his heart rate is fast in anger. Whatever his plans with her were, they werenât pure.
But Matt remembers sheâs here, witnessing this, scared. He doesnât want to be whatever that man is. He wants to show her he cares enough about her to walk out of his apartment at midnight and save her from whatever is happening.Â
So, instead of answering the man with a threat, he looks in her directionâconcern etched in his expression, care in his voice.Â
âIs everything all right?â Matt asks her.Â
She shakes her head, mistakenly. She quivers a weak âno.âÂ
The man stood menacingly over her. If she didnât open her door for him, heâd manipulate her into doing it eventually. And Matt was interrupting his plan, he knew it. The man didnât like that. Well, Matt wasnât going anywhere until he left her alone.
He walks up to Matt, close enough so theyâre standing face to face. Matt can smell the rum on his breath, which reeked with bad intentions. His hands turned to fists as the man began to speak whatever bullshit threat he tried to come up with. But Matt cuts him off.
âIf you donât leave this apartment in the next thirty seconds, I will have Detective Brett Mahoney and the entire 15th Precinct outside for your arrest for harassment and intimidation. Or worseâIâll have the apartment snoop named Fran come out and scare you herself. Have I made myself clear?â Matt spoke through gritted teeth, keeping his voice calm and even.Â
The man was looking at Matt like he really had the nerveâand he did. She stood there, watching this all unfold, wanting nothing more than to lock herself in her apartment and shut her phone off for a week.Â
He stared Matt down, trying to find any glare behind his dark red glasses. All he saw was his angry expression in the reflection. How can he be intimidating to a blind man? Matt is blind to an extent, but heâs not blind to people with malicious intentions.Â
All he does is scoff at Matt. He turns on his heel and looks at her as she cowers into the corner of her door. Matt takes a step forward immediately to stand between him and her. He scoffs again.Â
âDidnât know you were fucking your neighbor,â he spat before bounding down the stairs, slamming the door behind him.Â
Matt stood for a moment, listening to the man curse to himself outside, kick a random can on the ground, and walk himself down the street before entering a taxi and returning himself to whatever hell he came from. It wasnât until Matt was sure he was gone from the vicinity that he heard a loud stomping again, booming in his ears, that he realized it was her scared, frantic heartbeat coming from behind him.Â
Matt turned around to face her, taking a step back to give her some space. âHey,â he cooed. âAre you okay?âÂ
âYeah,â she lied, placing a hand over her heart in an attempt to calm herself down. âWell, now I am. Goodness⊠he wouldnât take a hint.âÂ
Matt sighed. âI think he was ignoring them on purpose. Who was he, anyway?â
âSome guy I went on a firstâand lastâdate with,â she answered sheepishly. âI didnât even want to go. My friends encouraged me to get myself out there. Clearly, it was a mistake.âÂ
âIâm sorry he treated you like that. You donât deserve that,â Matt replied in a soft tone, your usual calm heart beating frantically still. âYou should never do anything youâre uncomfortable with. Even if itâs as simple as a first date.â
âI know,â she said, defeated like sheâd told herself this before. âI donât know what wouldâve happened if you hadnât come out. Thank you, Matt.âÂ
âNo need to thank me,â Matt said, shaking his head. âThatâs what neighbors are for.â
She smiled softly. âYouâll save me from my next bad date?â
Matt laughed, glad that she seemed to calm down and was back to her friendly, unafraid self. âItâs late,â he said softly, deflecting from her joke. He didnât want her to go on another bad dateâshe didnât deserve that. But he also didnât want her to go on a date with someone other than him. Which was why he was about to wish her goodnight.Â
âIt is,â she yawned. âWell, maybe Iâll see you in the morning. Goodnight.â
âGoodnight,â Matt whispered. âDonât forget to lock your door.â
She giggled, already letting herself inside. âI wonât.âÂ
âHey,â she said suddenly, half inside her apartment, half out. From this alone, Matt was looped in her scent. âYou don't think he will come back, do you? Now he knows where I live.â
âHe wonât,â Matt shook his head, âand if he does, I will deal with it. Donât worry. Get some sleep, okay?â
âOkay. Thank you again, Matt.âÂ
She closed her door softly, and Matt waited until he heard the lock click before he went back inside his apartment.Â
Laying in his bed, he listened as she crawled into her bed in her apartment. Her heartbeat told him she was still awake. When he heard it slowed down, signaling she had fallen asleep, he closed his eyes and drifted into a slumber himself.Â
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Mike x famous reader (singer/actress from earlier asks) who is nominated for an Oscar and him being her plus one to the ceremony and calming her down and being supportive!!!
SUPPORTIVE BOYFRIEND
This would be a rare moment because you really donât see much of them in public, except for maybe the sneaky fan photos, or the pap photos where it looks like it was taken with a bar of soap. And for Mike, he dreads events like these if heâs the center of attention, so heâs much more relaxed just being her plus one, and being able to skip the carpet and interviews, and just being able to hang off to the side and ignore everyone.
But of course, there are interviewers who try and get a comment out of her regarding the relationship, but she remains respectful.
Some videos release of him helping fix a strap on her dress, or a heel getting tangled in her hemline. Maybe even a stray hair he tucks back behind her ear.
The camera cuts to the two of them a lot during the show, and most of the time they arenât paying attention. Sheâs whispering something in his ear â definitely regarding grabbing In-N-Out when theyâre finished â and them giggling to each other about some inside joke. You see her fidgeting with her rings in one clip, and Mike reaches over to take her hand into his to help soothe her. And right when they think nobody is watching, he pulls her hand up to his lips for a quick kiss.
Maybe she presents an award early on in the evening, and she makes some dumb joke that she even canât keep a straight face about, and the camera cuts to Mike who is trying to hide behind his hand in fits of laughter.
I can imagine she is a hot topic of the night â nominated for best actress and best film because she really is the best â and the host of the night makes a subtle remark at her availability, or lack of.
âSheâs breaking hearts tonightâsheâs brought a date.â And the camera cuts to her, where she awkwardly shrugs her shoulders and mouths a very unserious: sorry!
Now, once her category is being called, this is where supportive boyfriend really comes into play. Heâs holding her hand in his lap, rubbing his thumb over hers, a subtle gesture that says, âIâm here, I love you, youâre a winner to me no matter what.â
But when her name is called, he forgets everyone is watching. That moment is theirs. She stands up, and without hesitation, she throws herself into his arms, dropping her face into the nook of his neck. He can faintly feel her tears.
âSo fucking proud of you, baby.â
She lifts her head to face him, and kisses him â another very rare moment captured â and of course he helps walk her up the steps. (Her heels have been caught up in her dress all night; a disaster is nigh).
Her speech is chaotic; sheâs not much for having anything prepared, much rather speaking in the moment.
âUh, my partnerâhi,â she laughs, finding him in the crowd. âI canât think you enough for all that you do, and all that you continue to do. I couldnât have done this without you.â The camera cuts to him as heâs playing with his lip, his eyes drawn straight to her. âI love you, moon and back. And tonight, we celebrate.â She holds up her Oscar, stepping away from the mic.
And celebrate they do!
#mike faist#mike faist imagine#mike faist x reader#i need to go to bed but i couldn't sleep without writing this#god i love them
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Jealous much? - DUKE DENNIS ONESHOT
Angst with fluff đ€đ€đœ
IF YOU DONT LIKE SMUT THEN YOU MIGHT NOT WANNA READ - it doesnât have smut but itâs very close to đ€đ€
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You, Y/N Y/L/N is a famous pop star with 9 Grammys under your belt and you couldnât have done it without your fans of course. You adore your fans a lot since theyâve got you to the place where you are now. Sold out arenas, number one albums in the world, merchandise always needing a restock, your makeup line being one of the most spoken and initiative brands there is. You couldnât have done it without them; so when your babies keep pestering you to do a collab with a certain someone then you listen. However, you just wished it wasnât the rapper and singer called Future.
Some people mistake Duke for Future sometimes and as a joke, his fans decide to make fan accounts and ships between you and Future, even though you have been dating Duke for 2 years and you have never seen or interacted with Future. Duke used to find the jokes funny and light-hearted until you made a small little one.
Flashback
Youâre sitting on Duke's lap, his arms wrapped around you as his big hands occasionally tightly squeeze your thighs. You start giggling as the fans pipe up again of the never-ending ship of you and the singer/rapper Future. Your boyfriend sighs laughing lightly until you say, âFINE you got me... Iâm only with Duke because heâs the closest looking to Futu-â
âN***A what did you just say right now?!â Duke exclaims side eyeing you, not hearing the jokey tone in your voice.
âBaby I was jok-â
âNah donât give me that crap, you being serious right now ma? Nah n***a the fuck is this?â Duke pauses the stream abruptly and looks at you dead seriously.
âBaby please just calm down,â you say in a peaceful tone reaching out to hold his hands, which he accepts and lets you speak, âI was only joking since people are saying that, cmon baby you really think I would do that?â
Duke sighs and lets his head rest on your shoulder and you start playing with his dreads. âIâm so sorry mamas, I donât know what happened. I just donât want to think about you being with another guy or thinking of being with another guy.â
âItâs okay baby, I promise I never think about other guys in our relationship,â
You put out your small pinky finger for him to interlace it with his large dark one, he smiles and holds your pinky tightly pulling you closer to then interlace your lips together. You moan quietly as his grills bite your lip teasingly and his hands start to go up further up your dress shirt (his normal-sized shirt for him). You squeal feeling his cold hand on your hip and look away shyly then see the stream is still paused and the fans are confused but also somewhat worried. You smile and gesture for him to bring back the live and he does, returning the smile with his shiny grills. The fans are then reassured that everything is okay and not many jokes about the rapper who shall not be named was mentioned again.
Flashback ended
Youâre in your personal recording studio with your legs propped on the expensive equipment as you slowly turn yourself side to side in your white wheely chair to wonder what to do. You read the lyrics again and listened to the demos of your verses repeatedly again, not knowing if you should bring the rapper who shall not be named onto the song and make a hit.
Contemplating quietly, you didnât notice the door opening and your boyfriend but also the rest of the AMP members stroll in. Kai screams âWHAT'S UP SISTER!â
You slightly jump, nearly knocking your iced coffee onto the very expensive equipment, which you could easily buy again but thatâs too much effort for you and your team to set up again.
âKAI YOU BITCH! Donât scare me like that!â
He laughs along with the others and he starts apologising. You smile, and give everyone your hugs until you stop at Duke, he embraces you tightly kissing your lips and then asking, âAre you alright mamas? I can tell something is up?â
Duke always knew when something was bothering you, or if you just werenât okay. You could fool anyone except him. You sigh and sit back on your white spinny chair in front of the AMP members and start saying the truth. You might as well tell all of them at the same time as Duke.
âWell you know how Iâm a singer?â
Everyone nods confusingly but then you continue âWell sometimes a singer needs to collaborate with other singers to make really good songs, right?â
They all collectively nod again, âGirl where is this going?â Fanum asks.
âJust wait stupid,â you sigh looking down at your hands and then speaking âWell Iâve been making new songs and Iâve made a song, a love song which needs to be a collab with a male singer.â
After that statement, all the males could see where this was going and look between you and Duke wondering if they should pipe up or not.
âWell, do you know who itâs going to be?â Duke asks sternly.
âWell⊠the producers are all saying that thereâs only one person who should do it and the fans have also sai-â
âFine, Iâll do it n***a!â Kai exclaims exasperated getting up to shake your hand.
Everyone starts laughing, the tension being disrupted through the air and is finally gone because of Kaiâs stupidity. However, one person wasnât laughing, Duke.
âN***A SHE AINT ON ABOUT YOU! Sheâs probably on about Future. Am I right?â Duke says looking straight at you.
You nod slightly not knowing what to do. He sighs getting up and walking around not knowing how to feel. âLet me hear the song,â
You nod and put it on after telling them that youâve only recorded with your voice and no one elseâs. After the grand reveal of the song, everyone is still shocked at how good your voice is and starts hyping you up. You smile proudly but look around and see your boyfriend just sitting on the sofa looking at the ground. You sigh not knowing what to do, but the saviour Davis always does. He silently starts to make everyone go out of the room before giving you a smile and shutting the door behind him, giving you and Duke privacy.
âListen baby I-â
âDid you write the song? WHO is it about? Itâs about that n***a Future ainât it?â Angrily, Duke says frustrated and looks up at you.
âYes. I wrote the song and guess what itâs actually not about Future. I canât believe you think I would do that?! Do you think Iâm some type of whore that would go around making love songs about other people than her boyfriend? BECAUSE GUESS WHAT. IM NOT. I MAKE A LOVE SONG ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND BUT NO MY BOYFRIEND HAS TO THINK ITS-â
Your rant was abruptly ended when Duke grabbed your neck and then started the kiss your lips, both of your tongues finding each other and dancing together as if they were salsa partners. You start to moan as your knees buckle, losing strength. Duke grabs your plump ass, slapping it before lifting you up and dropping you on top of the sofa. He gets on top of you kissing your lips then slowly starts to make his way down to your neck and collarbones, giving you love bites and dark deep hickeys. You continue to moan loudly as being in a recording studio meant that no one could hear you, even if they were pressed up against the door.
You were about to continue then a knock at the door stops you both in your tracks, âARE YALL DONE ARGUING OR FUCKING?â you hear from the other side of the door.
You laugh and get up, and start fixing your hair combing it with your fingers to try and get rid of the crazy sexed-up hair knowing that if you could have gone all the way then you would defo have to hide the hair as it wouldâve been everywhere. Duke smiles at you and hugs you tightly before saying, âIâm sorry for getting angry, I just donât want you to be with another man. I love the song so much thank you for writing it about me.â
âJealous much huh? Donât worry the only love songs Iâm singing and writing are about you,â You tease before getting interrupted by the rest of the AMP members intruding into the studio.
âSEE they arenât fucking!â Chris says at Agent but Angent could see something that his best mate couldnât.
âN***a look at Y/Nâs neck then speak to me.â
You look confused whilst Duke looks down and starts laughing. You turn around to look into a mirror and see all the dark hickeys Duke left.
âDUKE, AGENT, EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!â You exclaim trying to hide them with your hands.
âąâąâą
You got to do the song with Future after all, and letâs just say the song was an instant hit and you may have gotten a few awards for it. Duke was the proudest boyfriend in the world and wishes he couldâve put his jealousy aside in the earlier days, but now he makes up for it by giving you the best nights and mornings wink of your life after you win the awards.
The song Iâve been on about is called âLoveeeeeee Songâ By Rihanna ft. Future
#duke dennis#kai cenat#AMP#oneshot#angst with a happy ending#jelousy#suggestive#fluff#Future#agent00#Christnxtdoor#Imdaviss#Fanum#Spotify
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Not Without You
Pairing:Â Lucien De Leon x f!reader (nickname: Poppy)
Word Count: 2800+Â
Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!
Warnings: Just like ao3, âcreator chooses not to use warnings.â If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that youâre the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.Â
Notes:Â Listen. I saw that clip of him making out in The Uninvited. That's it. That's the explanation. This is not betad. This one is for the sluts.
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I get out of my car, staring up at the ridiculous mansion in front of me. The sound of the ocean, just out of sight behind the giant home, is soft and gentle in my ears, calming me. Giving me a little mental boost before I sigh, smoothing down my dress. I make my way to the front door, weaving between a few cars that were parked out front. Expensive cars.
It's not that I'm jealous of my childhood friend. Emilia deserves to be happy and she's happy that she married money. Some fancy producer out here in LA that fell for her big eyes and bright smile the second he saw her.
But that doesn't mean I wanted to come to one of her dinner parties, having to schmooze and pretend to be interested in what everyone has to say. I've been here before, met the people, fucked the party boy actor that eventually broke me, and yet here I am, unable to say no to Emilia.
I raise my hand to knock, dreading what the evening will bring but the door flies open before my knuckles touch anything. Emilia stands before me, a few rollers still in her hair, stress all over her body.
"Poppy, you're early! Thank GOD!" She pulls me inside and hugs me, the door closing heavy behind me.
"I always come early because you need me," I smile as she chuckles, lightly punching my arm. "What can I do to help?"
"You're angel, I swear! Can you make sure the table settings are right? There's extra silverware in the-"
"I know, Emilia. Everything like normal?" I'd been to so many of her parties, I know exactly what the set up is.
She nods, her smile growing wider. "Keep it simple and classy. You know me!"
I nod. "So what kind of party is this one? Another schmooze for Mr.?"
She waves her hand. "Yeah something like that. He's meeting with a bunch of actors for some upcoming project. He's hand selected them."
"Cool."
Emilia thanks me again before running off to finish getting ready. I pause for a moment, looking around trying to remember where the dining room is. I head down the hall and into what I think is the dining room. It turns out I remembered correctly, my eyes roaming over the table and making small adjustments to the settings already there. I end up pulling out more silverware, fixing them to Emilia's standards. I hate that I know this stuff, but I've saved her ass more times than I can count at these things so it helps to know what to expect.
As I work, my mind goes back to all the parties past. The ones she brought me to when she first started dating the producer several years ago. She had been so nervous, as if the producer wasn't already head over heels for her. That's where I met-
No. Not going down that road again. I can't do that to myself.
I shake my head and finish the settings, adding some minor touches to the decorations and finally lighting the candles. A knock at the door brings me out of my head and I walk over to answer it. An older gentleman stands there, putting out a cigarette with his shoe. He introduces himself as the director. What an ego.
Several people arrive after him, a mix of actors and a screenwriter. They all mingle in the sitting room for a few minutes before Emilia and the producer make their way in, everyone doing introductions.
The producer claps his hands together, looking around. "We're still missing one, but I doubt he'd mind us getting started. Who's hungry?"
Everyone gives their approval but as they move towards the dining room, a knock raps on the front door.
"That should be him. Guess I tried to start too soon!" Polite laughter at the producer as Emilia moves to answer the door, a quick glance in my direction before she disappears down the hall. The producer is telling some little story about a prior movie he was involved in, one I've heard a zillion times. But his story is short and he motions behind me.
"Just in time! We were about to eat. Welcome, Lucien."
My back stiffens. The room starts to spin my chest heaving. He didn't say Lucien. Did he? Maybe it was another Lucien. It couldn't be my Lucien? No. He's not my Lucien. He made that very clear when he wanted to continue partying and I wanted to settle down.
"Perfect! I'm starving."
Fuck. There was no mistaking that voice, the one that sets my skin ablaze, makes warmth pool between my thighs, the one that told me he needed to focus on his career and couldn't be with me. Not in the way I wanted him.
A small hand on my elbow squeezes me and I know it's Emilia, gently guiding me towards the dining room.
"I'm sorry, Poppy. He invited him and I didn't make the connection until the last minute."
"You couldn't have given me a heads up?" I yank my arm from her grip and swallow hard. I can't let him see how he makes me feel. He doesn't deserve that. I turn, letting the others file past me until he stops in front of me.
"Poppy. I..I didn't know you'd be here."
I'm determined to show him how much better off I am, that he means nothing to me now. I look up into his eyes and all of my resolve goes completely out the window. Were his eyes always that big? That round? So soft? I want to yank him to me by the thin chain around his neck, press my lips to his and never let go.
Way to show him, Poppy.
"I didn't know you'd be here either."
A silence stretches between us, a heavy, loaded silence. His eyes soften the longer he looks at me and is that regret I see? No. I'm projecting. But then he offers me his arm, taking me completely by surprise.
"We can be adults. Shall we?"
Don't do it. Don't take his arm, Poppy. Don't do it, don't do it, don't-
My fingers close on his offered up arm. "I'm sure this is a great opportunity for you."
Fuck, he's still warm. His skin smooth where my fingers touch him. Way to go, Poppy.
He escorts me into the dining room and I feel Emilia's eyes glued to us. He pulls out my chair and I sit, him scooting the chair in behind me before walking around the table, looking for his name card. Which was conveniently placed directly across from mine.
The producer clears his throat after everyone sits and starts making some speech about the project, about handpicking everyone here, blah blah blah. I zone out, trying to use my peripheral to steal glances at him. It's been several years since that night we split, the yelling match that had devolved into quite possibly the hottest sex I'd ever had. No, don't think about that. I need a better look so I turn my head to take a drink and chance a glance at him, only to find him already looking at me, still with the soft eyes. I nearly choke on my drink, managing to swallow it and clear my throat.
He finishes his speech and everyone claps politely, starting to eat and talk amongst themselves. I sit, deciding to choose silence while eating but then Lucien looks directly at me.
"So, what do you think?"
"Uh what?"
Fuck him with those big, stupid eyes.
He gestures towards the producer with his fork. "The project."
"Oh. Well I'm not involved so," I shrug. "I'm just here for Emilia."
He chuckles. "How many rollers were in her hair this time?"
I laugh, my body betraying me. "Four."
"But seriously. A good project?"
"I think..I think it's an honor he hand picked you. I'm not sure what the project itself is, but I'm sure it would be great for your career."
His eyes study my face as I take a bite of my food. "It's not always about the career though."
Anger surges up through me. "Isn't it?"
"How are we doing over here?" Emilia had walked up, cutting off whatever Lucien was about to say to defend himself.
"Great, Em. I'm just going to get something from the kitchen." I set my napkin on the table and push my chair back, Emilia giving me the smallest squeeze to my arm before I turn and head into the kitchen, the door closing behind me and effectively cutting off the sounds of the dinner party.
I lean over the kitchen island, my hands splayed out over the cool marble, trying to calm myself down. I hear the door open, the chatter from the party momentarily loud again before the door swings shut and it's quiet again.
"Em, I'm fine. Really. He just...caught me by surprise. I can hold it in."
"What if I don't want you to hold it in?"
My head snaps up, meeting his gaze, embarrassment making my skin heat up. "Oh. I thought you were Emilia."
Lucien takes a few steps towards me, the light glinting off the thing chain around his neck. "You didn't answer my question."
I stand up straight, crossing my arms. "We've done this dance before, Lucien. It didn't end well."
He smirks and I want to slap him. "I think it ended just fine. In the doorway, on the floor, in the front yard. I had to move my neighbors were too jealous."
My body betrays me with a small smile at the memory but then I reign it in. "I'm still not paying for that end table."
He's closer now. When did he move closer? Almost close enough to touch. His voice is low and raspy. "I'd destroy every end table on this planet if it meant having you under me again."
Fuck. Me.
I turn away from him, not giving him the pleasure of seeing what he does to me. "Flattering. But you made it very clear I was not number one in your life."
"I was stupid. I guess I needed to prove to you, to myself, that I could actually do this acting thing."
Finally composing myself, I turn to face him. "And how'd that work out for you?"
His eyebrows furrow together. "Have you not seen any of my films?"
I had. I had seen them all. I know I shouldn't have, that it wasn't helping me get over him. But Lucien has this pull, this hold on me I've never been able to fully shake.
"Some. But I'm asking your opinion. Off camera."
His jaw ticks a moment before he takes a swig from the glass I only just realized he was holding. "It brought me here."
I scoff. "Yeah, the producer hand picking you is actually a very high honor. I'd be-"
"No, you misunderstand." He shakes his head and sets his glass down on the counter. "I lied earlier."
It was my turn to furrow my eyebrows. "When? You've lied to me a lot."
"Earlier, when I said I didn't know you'd be here. I knew, well...more like hoped you'd be here. Knew it was a long shot but the only way you'd talk to me again."
My heart was racing, nearly bouncing out of my chest as he takes another few steps right into my personal bubble, my lower back against the counter. "I already told you I'm not replacing that end table."
He's right in front of me, the warmth from his body radiating onto mine. "I was a fool, Poppy. I..I love you."
I've waited years to hear him say those words to me again, to hear him actually mean them. To hear them not sandwiched between things like "but I have to focus on my career".
His lips are so close to mine, his breath fanning over my face.
"You broke my heart, Lucien."
"I know. I'm sorry. Let me put it back together."
"Lucien, I-" but he cuts me off with the softest touch of his lips I've ever felt, a whole slew of emotions flooding my body, including the one pooling between my legs.
"I can't do this without you, Poppy."
"Do this?"
"Life. I don't want to do it without you."
Fuck.
I grip that chain around his neck and pull him to me, our lips crashing together, his body pressing into mine. But then the counter scrapes across my spine and I jolt, breaking the kiss to gasp in pain. Lucien steps back, offering me his hand.
"Let's go somewhere where we won't break the furniture."
I shouldn't take his hand. I can still back out. But a small voice in the back of my head believes that he means it. That he wants a life with me, wants what I wanted all those years ago. And right now, I'm letting that voice win. I take his hand and he smiles, that smile that makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world. He guides me out the back door, past the pool, past the changing tents between the pool and the beach, and down the walkway alongside the neighbors cement wall that leads down to the beach.
He spins me and I laugh, tasting the salty ocean air on my tongue. I back up towards the wall and he follows me, lowering himself to my level. His large hands wrap around my hips, gliding down to cup my ass, and I moan into his kiss, my hand gripping his shirt to pull him closer to me. He kisses me, his tongue sliding into my mouth like it had so many times before. One hand still firmly on my ass, the other slides up my side, cupping my face so tenderly, full of love. He pulls back slightly and looks at me, like he's shocked I'm really here. That he's really kissing me.
"I love you, Poppy. I never should have let you go."
"Then don't let me go. I've always been yours."
He kisses me again, his hips pressing into mine and I can feel him hard, my cunt desperately throbbing, begging to feel him inside me again. Somewhere in my haze of desire, I hear myself begging, whispering pleas in his ear to take me, that I need him inside me before I die. His hands slide my dress up my thighs, reaching under and ripping my underwear in two, tucking them into his pocket. He had ruined so many good pairs of my underwear that way, but I honestly couldn't care less. My fingers fumble with his zipper, but I manage to get it down, reaching in to grip him, a sharp intake of breath when my fingers close around him, pumping him a few times. His hands slide under my ass, lifting me up as he presses me against the wall. He slides into me and the world stops moving, colors are brighter, and I finally feel right, like I'm actually here on this planet. Every thrust of his hips brings him deeper into me, holding me here, holding me to him. His breath comes out in short pants, desperate pleas of love and apologies between our moans as he fucks me against the wall.
And then the light blooming inside me breaks, my head pushing back, my nails digging into his skin, my entire body tingling as pleasure radiates out from where we connect. Lucien follows suit, moaning my name as he spills himself inside of me, pushing as deep as he can. We stay like that for a moment, trying to catch our breaths.
"I want to stay inside of you but my legs are fucking shaking."
I laugh and he yelps, quickly trying to pull out of me as my laughter contracts my body around him. He sets me on the ground and zips his pants as I smoothe out my dress, my laughter slowly fading. I look at him and he looks back at me, his eyes still soft and gentle. He tucks some hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek again.
"I wasn't kidding, Poppy. I was fucking stupied before. I need you next to me. When we're together, I feel...right. like I belong here. I don't think I can face this life without you."
I know it's a possibility this will end the same way it did before, but something in his eyes is different this time. He's had time to think, time to experience life without someone with him. Without me. He's grown, matured - well, matured some at least. But do I want to open my heart back up to him? Knowing that he could shatter it again at any moment?
"I'm still not replacing that end table."
He smiles and it lights up my entire world. "That's ok. I have plenty more furniture we can ruin with our love."
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