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deansapplepie · 1 year ago

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Period .

Summary: The one time you were glad you had your period, and the one time you weren’t.

Warnings: young Daryl (just in the first part), mentions of pregnancy, period, blood, sexual themes, mentions of creampie, mentions of impregnating, little angsty in the end. Minors do not Interact, 18+.

A/N: it was supposed to be a small drabble, but it turned out longer than I imagined. 🤭 Period is something important in the story, but the main focus is really about pregnancy.

Also, there’s no smut just little thoughts of Daryl.

The Quarry, Atlanta

You were fucked you knew you were, but so was Daryl and that was the problem. You had been dating for only a few months before the outbreak and even though your relationship was new, you knew his temper pretty well being neighbors for many years.

Your period was late, it already was when the world ended, but just a few days, so you didn’t worry about it. Now, it had been almost a month and you were worried as fuck. You tried to fake normalcy, pretend there wasn’t anything wrong. But your constant lip biting and unquiet legs denounced to the hunter how nervous you were. “Spill it.” He said.

“What?” He took you by surprise, you were so into in your mind that you didn’t even know he had been observing for the last half hour.

“There’s somethin’ worrying ya. Just say it.” He didn’t take his eyes from you as he waited for you ti say something.

“My period. It’s late. I’m worried.” You threw averting his eyes.

In his mind a million of thoughts were running, but mainly 1. why did you have to feel so amazing wrapped around him that sometimes he couldn’t just control himself and just finish inside of you? 2. why did he still used no condoms? 3. he couldn’t be a father, he didn’t have this ability.

“Just that?” He asked nonchalantly pretending it didn’t affect him. “Want me to go to town and pick a pregnancy test?”

You looked at him amused. How could he be so calm when you were panicking? Part of you were glad he wasn’t fuming in rage like you imagined he would be, but the other part was frustrated with him acting like it was nothing. “Seriously?” You gave him an incredulous look. “Don’t need to. Let’s wait a little more.” You got up and left to the lake, frustrated, fuming and just needing to calm yourself down.

Days passed and nothing happened. Until the day Daryl woke up tired of not knowing if he would have to raise a child in this fucked up world or not. When you woke up he was already brewing something on the fire, Merle with him. “I’m going to town. Want something?” He asked.

“What are you going to do in town?” You didn’t understand, you had everything. Food and hygiene supplies, what else could you need?

“I’m gonna get the thing. We already waited too much.” He seemed nervous, finally one small demonstration of feelings.

“Are ya two gonna talk in codes now?” Merle complained feeling left out.

You ignored him and replied Daryl. “Ok. Just let me go the bathroom, gonna think if we need anything else.” You left in the direction of the RV, not everyone used it, but most of you. Especially the women and the kids, Daryl and Merle preferred to go into the woods as to not get the dirty looks everyone gave them, but you were different, you were polite and would smile sometimes. Also, you got along well with Dale and the women in the camp.

You distributed ‘good mornings’ along the way and when you got to the RV you encountered Dale, Ami and Andrea having breakfast. You greeted them and excused yourself to the bathroom, and there it was… your answer. No test needed. A pool of blood on your panties. You felt wet earlier, but the last weeks you felt it many times and it was always nothing, so you didn’t mind. You were relieved. The world was pure chaos and you couldn’t imagine raising a child in it. Yet, there was an uneasy feeling inside of you.

You went back to your tent and the small fire the brothers had done. “You don’t need to go.” It was as the only thing you said.

“Ugh?” He grunted confused.

“I’m on my period.” You said, and fuck if Merle was listening.

“Were ya talking in codes because ya thought you were pregnant?” Merle almost yelled. “And you were hiding it from me? The uncle?”

“Shut up Merle, nobody needs to know, and stop complaining about an inexistent baby.” You answered mood swinging immediately. There it was, you had seen the signals, you just didn’t want to read them.

Daryl stayed silent while you went inside the tent to take clean panties, pads or tampons to change. When you came out Daryl was the same way he was before, millions of thoughts inside his head.

“Are you going to say something or are you going to pretend there wasn’t anything going on just like when I told you my worries?” You snapped, the last days you had thought over and over again about his non reaction the day you told him, and that’s not that you wanted him to have fought or screamed at you, you didn’t, but you wanted him to share his worries with you and to be able to share yours with him.

“What do ya want me to say?” He asked, dryly. “Thank God? ‘Cause I don’t believe in one. Or do you want me to say I feel really sorry ‘cause we’re not putting a child in this fucked up world?” He had snapped. You were angry at him, but at least it was a reaction of some sort.

“You’re an asshole.” You threw at him and left, he thought about retorting you with a sassy answer, but he bit his tongue.

“Ya messed bad, lil bro… ya know nothing about women. How was ya able to catch a girl like her?” Merle couldn’t contain his mouth and spoke.

“Shut up, Merle! Mind your own business!” He replied, taking his things and living grumpily.

Later that day he returned with chocolate and painkillers, which he left on your side of the sleeping bed without saying anything.

Alexandria, Virginia

You were out in the woods, close to Alexandria. You had been hunting with Daryl, your husband. Yes, your husband. So many things have changed along the years, that some times you couldn’t believe how things were different. But one thing hadn’t change, you were still reckless about sex, not that you had options to prevent a pregnancy in the end of the world.

And that was the reason you were distracted while you hunted, also the reason you were not being silent like he taught you to be and were cracking every and all stick on the way. “Wha’s the problem, sweetheart?” He stopped and turned to you.

Distracted, you continued to walk and bumped into him. “Sorry.” You looked up at him and saw concern in his eyes.

“What’s troubling ya?” He asked his hands resting on your shoulders. “And don’t try to lie, I know ya.”

You sighed. “I’m late.” You’ve been late many times during the time you and Daryl have been together, but most of the times your worries would be taken away as soon as they started to build. But that time at the quarry and now, it had been a long time.

Now he already knew what you meant, and it didn’t worry him this much anymore. To be honest, he even thought about impregnating you during the last years. It all started when his Lil Ass Kicker was born, and then how he saw you taking care of her and interacting with kids. So… he considered having kids with you many times.

“Just that?” He threw the same question back at that day in the quarry. Anger started bubbling in you and then he just stroke you with his words. “Ya shouldn’t worry. If it happens, we’ll take responsibility and do our best. It’s our baby we’re talking about.”

“Daryl… aren’t you mad? Or worried?” You looked at him disarmed now that you realized he wasn’t going to be a dick.

“If ya’re expecting, I helped making this baby and I dun think it would be so terrible the idea of having a baby made of us.” Yeah, you had all changed a lot. You didn’t know one day you could desire him even more, but just the thought of him thinking it wouldn’t be bad to have babies with you… made you want to jump on him.

“Should we grab a pregnancy test with Denise or something?” You suggested grabbing one of his hands.

“Let’s wait a little more and I take them.” He started to walk and intertwined your fingers. “Now, let’s hunt dinner.”

Daryl had finally gone on a run to find some pregnancy tests, Denise unfortunately had none. When he arrived he hoped to see you in the kitchen with Carol, but his friend was alone. She saw his confused face and she knew he was looking for you. “She’s at the bedroom. She arrived and a little while after… she didn’t look well. I think you should see her.” Carol advised him. She knew there was something upsetting you and she was almost sure of what it was, but you had said nothing to her, so she decided it was better to not push.

“Thanks, ‘m gonna check on her.” He said before he left to your shared bedroom.

After he descended the stairs to your room in the basement, he found you on bed laying on your side. He kicked his shoes off before joining you in bed. “Hey babe”

“Hey” you replied and didn’t turn to look at him.

He laid on his side, spooning you and sneaking his arm around you. He rested his hand on your lower stomach, an habit he had developed recently. He’d do it when you got your period and felt cramps, but in the last days he had done it for another reason. “Can you take your hand from there?” You asked.

“Why? Don’t ya wanna me to touch ya?” He wanted to understand what was troubling your mind.

“There’s nothing there. Just my uterus. My stupid bleeding uterus.” Here it was. He wouldn’t deny he was a little upset, he had some hope on you being pregnant. He was even excited.

“Ok. Look at me.” He turned you so you’d be facing him. You had teary eyes and a small pout on your lips. “You wanted this baby, didn’t ya?”

“Is it this obvious?” Yes, it was. It was visible on your face.

“I wanted it too.” He confessed, his fingers running on your hair.

“I’ve been wanting for a long time already… since Jude was born and I saw her in your arms. When I have Jude in my arms or little Hershel, I wish I had a baby.” While you spoke, your eyes welled with tears and they started falling.

He gently wiped your tears, he could understand your feelings in his own way, because he felt them too. “Me too. When I see you with the kids, I wish we had one.” ‘And to put a baby inside of you’, completed in his mind. “Do ya want me to give you a baby?”

Your eyes sparkled at his words, and it wasn’t just because of the tears threatening to fall again. “Would you?” You looked in his eyes and he felt like you could see his soul. But, yes… you could. You could always see him, even when he couldn’t.

“As many as ya want.” He said and the tears you were holding just bursted from your eyes. “Stop crying, I didn’t say it so you’d cry. If you continue to cry, I’m not giving ya babies…”

“Don’t you dare Daryl Dixon! I’m crying because I’m happy, ok?” You cupped his face with your hands, making a pout appear on his face.

“Ok.” He spoke the best he could with your hands cupping his face and restraining his lips from moving. You kissed his lips and released his face.

He brought you closer and hugged you, your face hiding on his chest. He was happy. You weren’t feeling like shit anymore, you were feeling like the luckiest woman in the damn end of the world.

You were trying for babies as soon as possible. That was what he thought, a smile on his face while he held you in his arms.

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strniohoeee · 1 year ago

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Polar

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader ⚠️SMUT⚠️

Synopsis:(based off my request I got earlier) while on a weekend get away, Matt steps out to the hot tub after having some anxiety, and asks Y/N to join, but then things get heated, more than just the water💧

Warnings⚠️: This is a smutty imagine. There’s just sex that happens in a hot tub, but there’s no real kinky-ness. Minors GET OUTTA HERE

Song for the imagine: Agora Hills- Doja Cat

This is an 18+ imagine, so minors do not interact beyond this point⚠️

Laura had gotten the triplets, Madi and myself a cabin getaway in Boston so that we could all see eachother again after not seeing Madi for 3 months. Madi had flown in from LA, so after picking her up from the airport we immediately started driving to the cabin.

Matt was driving and I was in the passenger seat just jamming out to the music

“Y/N play Agora Hills” Nick said

“Fuck yes that’s my song” I said grabbing Matt’s phone and playing Agora Hills

Nick, Madi and I were all jamming and screaming the lyrics

“LOVE WHEN YOU HIT, AND SMACK TO, BABY LET ME LICK ON YOUR TATTOOS” I screamed, Matt looked over at me with a sly smirk

“WOAH I SAW THAT” Chris said pointing his fingers at us

“He doesn’t let me lick his tattoos” I said with a sad face

“You’re such a weirdo” Matt says laughing and blushing lightly

After he said that Looking for the hoes started playing by Sexyy Red

“SHAKE THAT ASS HOEEEEEE” I started screaming and Nick got on the seat pretending to shake his ass

“AYYYYY” I said turning around and smacking his ass

“Where’s my bills” Madi said pretending to throw cash on Nick

We were crying laughing at Nick's bizarre behavior, we spent the rest of the trip laughing and singing. Chris and I occasionally fighting because he thinks he’s right about everything

Eventually we get to the cabin and hop out stretching our legs, and grabbing our bags to head into the cabin

Once we get inside we run up the stairs to check the room situation. This is where we got confused. It was two bedrooms, one with 3 beds and one with 2 beds.

“What the fuck is this set up” Madi says laughing

“Who’s the idiot that did this” Matt said laughing

“Okay so I say me, Madi and Y/N in this room, and Chris and Matt in the other room” Nick said

“Why can’t Y/N be with me?” Matt said

“Uhhhh we’d prefer yall stay away from each other because yall are so feral” Nick said in a matter of fact way

“We are not” I said

“Mmm I beg to differ” Chris said

“You know what fine whatever” Matt said heading to the other room to set up his side of the room, Chris following after him

After we all settled in we decided to make something to eat for dinner, and watch some tv. This first night we just wanted to chill as the drive was kind of long up here.

“They got a jacuzzi” Chris yells as he comes running back inside

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Madi says jumping up from the couch

“And it’s big too” Nick says looking out the window at the Jacuzzi

They decided to go into the jacuzzi but I wasn’t really feeling it, so I stayed in the living room watching Halloween 1978. At some point I went up to the room and decided to go to sleep.

After a while I opened my eyes to my phone buzzing. I looked around the room and saw Madi and Nick knocked out snoring slightly

I grabbed my phone and looked at the notification

Matt🥹

-hey I’m in the hot tub. Feeling up for it now pretty lady?

My heart flutter at the cute nickname he gave me

-Yeah I’ll be over in a few minutes :)

I got up and used the flashlight on my phone to look in my bag for my bathing suit, and once I found it I ran to the bathroom to change quietly. It was a deep forest green one piece that was super low cut, had the back completely open, and was cheeky style. It was a new suit that I knew would drive Matt wild

I put my pajamas back in the room and tiptoed down the stairs. When I got to the sliding door I could see Matt looking at his phone while I watched him like a creep. As I opened the door I felt the very chilly fall air nip at my skin, instantly shivering.

I stepped outside and closed the screen door, and walked over to Matt

“Hey baby” I said to him as I stepped up and into the hot tub allowing the warm bubbling water to soothe my shivering

“Hi pretty lady” he said putting his phone down

“Why are you up so late” I asked him as I walked over to him to sit next to him

“I was having a bit of anxiety for some reason, and decided to come to the hot tub and calm my mind” He said as I stroked his hair while looking at him talk

“What were you thinking about” I asked

“Nothing really just overthinking and I get anxiety, but I’m good now that you’re here with me” he says leaning into kiss me

After he pulled away I looked him with a sly grin

“Oh yeah” I said in a flirty tone

“Uhhh wish those dicks didn’t separate us” he said touching my arm and leaving kisses on it

“This is exactly why they separated us, we can not be left alone for more than 5 minutes without jumping on each other” I told him laughing a little bit

“How can I control myself when you look so beautiful all the time” he said leaning on my arm

“Well we’re alone now, and it’s 2am……we could have some fun” I suggested

“When you put it like that” he said biting his lip and grabbing me to sit on his lap

“Matt in the hot tub” I said after kissing him

“And why not?” He said kissing my neck

“Uhh seems unsanitary” I told him biting my lip as he kissed down to my breasts

“Kid, you’ll be fine” he said rolling his eyes and kissing my lips one more time

I had wrapped my arms over his neck and began to make out with him, slowly grinding my hips against his bulge

“Mmm fuck” Matt said throwing his head back a little bit

I took this opportunity to start kissing down his neck, lightly sucking in the areas I knew would make him putty in my hands

We continued to make out as I was grinding down on him, and he was groping my breasts

“Come on Matt I need you now” I told him giving him one last kiss

He slightly lifted me up, so he could pull out his dick, and then he pushed my bathing suit bottom to the side. Helping me slowly sink down onto his dick

“Fuck Matt I’ve missed this” I sighed into his neck as I slowly started grinding against him. He had his hands gripping my ass helping me

“Me too baby. Finally having some alone time” he said moaning as I clenched down on him

“Baby I’m getting tired” I said as my knees were starting to burn from scratching against the seat in the hot tub

“Okay pretty girl. Let me help” he said. I got off of him, and he turned me around walking me to the front of the tub, and he had me bend forward as he slid back into me. This made me grip onto the edge of the hot tub

“Oh shit Matt, oh my god” I moaned a little loudly as he was hitting all the right spots

“Shhh baby they can’t know” he said thrusting into me, and out of breath

Matt didn’t stop his ruthless pounding and my head fell down as I felt myself getting closer to my climax.

“Matt I’m going to cum please don’t stop” I told him gripping onto the edge of the hot tub even harder

For some reason this made Matt pound into me harder, and what I hadn’t realized was that my phone and three glass cups that Chris, Nick and Madi left behind were on the opposite ledge and were getting dangerously close to the edge.

Matt thrusted into me two more times at a vigorous speed, and on the third thrust all three glass cups, and my phone went crash onto the deck

“Fuck Matt. They might’ve heard” I said as he still fucked me

“No baby they didn’t don’t worry” He said getting close to his climax

“Oh Matt right there please” I said as he was hitting my G spot in such a delicious way

“I’m gonna cum” He told me, and I nodded my head leaning my head back in ecstasy. At the same time we both moaned out each others name and came so hard panting and gasping for air

“WHAT THE FUCK” we both heard as Matt was still in me and we were riding out our highs

“OH MY GOD” I screamed locking eyes with Chris, Nick and Madi

“What the fuck” Matt said as we both lowered ourselves deeper into the water so he could pull out of me, and pick his swim trunks back up

“What the fuck? We heard this big crashing sound that woke all of us up, and we thought someone had broken in” Madi says

“But it just turns out that loud sound was you two wild fucking animals fucking like your life depended on it” Nick said

“How much did you see” I asked embarrassed

“Lets just say your O faces are now engraved in my fucking head” Chris said starting to dry heave

“Exactly what I said. We can not leave them alone as they are like feral animals” Nick said

“Shut up and go away” Matt said flipping him off

“Yall I can not believe I’m about to do the walk of shame” I said getting up and out of the pool grabbing my phone off the deck

“Y/N spill all the tea please” Madi whispers to me as I walk past her, and into the cabin

“Sorry guys I truly did not mean for yall to see or hear anything” I said

“ITS TOO LATE” Chris said pretending to weep like a child

“My eyes are burning” Nick said

And Matt just walked in behind them and smacked them both

Matt and I both went upstairs to shower and change

And by this point it was 4am, so I decided to go to bed when I got a text on my phone

Matt🥹

-come lay with me?

-baby I won’t contain myself if I do I responded back to him

-true, okay get some rest, love you

-love you too matt

With that I ended up falling asleep, peaceful and sore ;)

The End

I know this one was short, but the request wasn’t too detailed, and I feel like how kinky can you get in a hot tub IDKKK, but I hope I didn’t disappoint @ whoever requested this 😚😚 My next Matt fic is going to be sad asffffff so get ready to cry

-J💅🏽

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sealofarchives · 6 months ago

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Is it Too Late?

It was the monthly movie night as a break from the usual routine.

The softshell turtle would usually expect your arrival, looking over his shoulder, on whatever work in progress invention he was working on.

However, by the time you and the others were waiting for the pizza to arrive.

You didn't sit near him. Mostly across from him as you listened to one of his brothers. Talking about something that happened earlier in the day.

And most of the interactions you gave to him were just a smile. A different one he wasn't used to.

You might have been true to your word with giving him space.

Since he was surprised that you wanted to ask him out on a date last Saturday.

It might have been that same smile that appeared when he rejected your feelings.

...

Saying how you weren't his type but, still appreciated your company nonetheless.

It almost felt insulting that he got to eat his favorite pizza. While you try to eat a fresh slice despite your broken heart hiding those crushed feelings.

The Jupiter Jim movie playing in the background just felt like a white noise as you tried to seem interested in the movie. But after the first movie was done, Donnie overheard a conversation between you and Leo.

"Hey Leo, can you portal me home?"

"Something came up so I can't really stick around for the rest of the movie night."

"Sure but, kind of missing out on Donnie fanboying on the next movie because."

"We would have sneaked away to let you two lovebirds have that special moment."

"Those words from Mikey and Raph because you saw how they panicked. Trying not to spoil their plan out in the open."

Donnie felt horrible seeing you lightly tug the shoulder straps of your backpack, that was intended for the movie night sleepover.

You still kept up the facade as you politely smiled back at Leo. Slowly heading towards the light blue portal.

"You usually avoid these sort of plans. What changed your mind about it?"

Leo pretended to stretch his arms but, still grinned at you.

"With someone like Kendra being his type, its not gonna last long."

"You're the exact opposite and I mean that in a good way."

"You're like a personal cheerleader for him."

You were inches away from the portal. Stopping your steps close to tears in your eyes. But, held back trying not to crack under pressure.

"Guess I have to be careful with any of your matchmaking ideas."

After hearing you two go your separate ways for the night, Donnie's shell lightly hit the wall as he sat down. Horrified at the thought of his brothers eventually finding out that he broke your heart. Or attempting to rebuilt that friendship you had with him.

#rottmnt x reader #donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #I wanted to try something different and idk this type of scenario always likes to repeat every now and then #especially that my main rise oc used to have a crush on donnie but eventually went to leo but this isn't about her lol #also I've been reading through the answer arcs for higu/rashi so :3c (it might have fueled this type of writing hehehe)

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wttcsms · 2 years ago

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10:57pm +++ Mr rin itoshi !!!

— 10:57 pm

when you peer through the peephole of your apartment's door, you don't expect to be transported directly back to the past.

but there he is, looking more familiar to your memories than you would like him to. messier hair, maybe, and a slouch that's a bit unbecoming of him, but it's him. no amount of time could help you forget about him; you could recognize his shadow in a dark room.

rin itoshi is banging on your apartment door. it's almost eleven at night, and you know that he prefers an earlier bedtime than most, but he's not in bed. he's right here. at your doorstep.

and it shouldn't make your stomach do that excited churn that always happens when rin acknowledges you. it's the same excited feeling that you got early on in your relationship with him; you felt it every time you saw his name pop up on your notifications, and every time he took your hand into his on those first few dates. the exhilarating rush of being wanted — but most importantly, being wanted by someone who you want, too.

you're only opening the door so he doesn't end up being mocked on everyone's twitter feeds in the morning. that's the excuse you use, anyway. chances are, no one is ever going to know that professional football star, rin itoshi, ended up at some nondescript apartment complex after a celebratory night out. however, it's easier to say that than to admit that you're always going to jump at the chance to let rin in.

when you open the door to allow your ex(?) (can he even be an ex if the two of you were never truly a couple?) in, you don't expect him to point an accusatory, albeit shaky, finger at you and boldly ask you,

"why are you ghosting me?"

it's too late at night and you're too tired to keep your guard up, so you just gape at him, mouth open, eyebrows raised in an almost cartoon-like, comical shocked way. you have your hair bunched up around your head haphazardly and your designated pajama tee has an ice cream stain on it and you've got your loosest pants on. you might regret not playing it cool when you look back on this interaction in the future, but the fact of the matter is, you lost all opportunity at nonchalance the moment you unlocked your door.

everything else that is embarrassing is just the icing on this trainwreck of a cake.

only rin itoshi, you suppose, is the right combination of bold, drunken idiot, and just socially inept enough to confront the ghoster about behind ghosted. because who in their right mind asks that?

everyone knows that the minute you get ghosted, you have to either move on or pretend to. you hop to the next person who is going to be your fixation for the month and the topic of your groupchat's conversations, and you pretend that you don't hope every notification that appears on your screen is him texting you (and you also must pretend that the sick waves of disappointment when it turns out it isn't him aren't absolutely soul-crushing). you don't make a big deal out of deleting his contact (even though you have never saved any other situationship's number in your phone before), and you're just so fucking unbothered that you even went out of your way to blacklist any articles or tweets that contain his name, his team, or even his jersey number.

"nobody asks that question." you tell him, instead of answering him. "nobody with some self-respect and social awareness, at least."

it's a jab at him, but rin doesn't seem to care. that's the thing about rin — he's really good at that. either not caring or pretending not to care, you're not so certain. you just know that the impassive expression on his face hurts all the same.

"i'm drunk." he says, and before you can give him a yeah, i can tell, he's continuing. "and i miss you."

"maybe you miss me because you're drunk. if you wake up tomorrow feeling the same way, maybe we can talk."

you're trying to put your foot down and maintain a strong image, but you know yourself too well to be fooled by your own lies. there's no maybe about it. he could wake up and hate your guts tomorrow, and you'd still want him to tell you it because it at least means he's speaking to you.

"i wake up missing you all the time. does that count?"

your mom told you once that men are like food — anything that looks that good cannot be good for your health. and looking at rin, all lean limbs and long lashes; high cheekbones and that pretty boy pout, is absolutely detrimental to your wellbeing. you should kick him out and slam the door and put a chair underneath the locked doorknob for good measure, but your heart sings with that drunken confession of his, and you know you're a goner.

"don't joke around like that." but there's no conviction in your voice, just a sort of desperate longing that changes the meaning of your words to please don't say those sort of things if you don't mean it.

"is that why you're ignoring me? because you think i was joking about everything?"

"i didn't— i wasn't— ugh. you ghosted me first!" admitting it out loud somehow brings back all the hurt from when it actually happened. maybe that's why you had enough sense to never admit it, but rin itoshi does something to you. he makes your brain shut down. all sense of self-preservation evaporates when he's in your vicinity.

confusion flickers across his face. his stupidly cute face with his stupid blue eyes and his stupid strands of hair that hang in his face no matter how many times he aggressively pushes it back. your heart breaks with every second of silence that passes by, and then hope that it can be pieced back together again appears when he looks at you, all sincere seriousness and more soberingly alert than he's looked all night, as he asks,

"i did?"

#rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #rin itoshi x y/n #itoshi rin x reader #one shot #drabble #bllk x reader #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines #timestamp drabble #angst #rin x reader #bllk rin #this is just word vomit lol

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racingheartstopper · 6 months ago

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Hi, I was reading the posts about “calling Lestappen is a stupid ship”, and reminds me of how I begin to ship Lestappen this year (not a very nice year to begin hah). Sorry if i do things wrong first time use anon ask (i dont even think i turned on ask anonymously)

It is exactly because they are not friends (let alone besties). They get along with each other well but they are not friends. I didn’t ship them when I begin to watch F1 racing, and began to wow when I saw Max looking at Charles. I thought they weren’t familiar with each other, but turns out Max cares a lot about Charles, so I was like LEMME SEE WHATS HAPPENING HERE. The fact that they enjoy staying with each other, both live in Monaco, having common friends but choose not to hang out too much is so interesting and funny. It’s more like they choose not to hang out together. I honestly dont think they will run out of topic when they sit together, but they choose not to do so is something I can’t get over with. Just like how they are not following each other on Instagram. And that famous video Charles cannot answer if Max is pretty kicks me into Lestappen!!! Charles is PR trained even during that time, but he made that question so awkward it’s almost like he tries too hard to hide the feelings that he forgot to put the proper PR face on. And he cannot stop thinking about Max after that question, he even give the light colour eye question for free. Like I know immediately he was fully thinking about Max for that ten or something seconds. Something between them made them not besties, not gonna hang out too often, too simple to say rivals, too much complex feelings.

And how rb pr treats Lestappen ship. Max is the type of person cannot pr even if he tries. The rb pr does it in such a smart way that almost make me feel its because it would be better to put this into the sun rather than pretend the feelings never exists.

I think if one day they become besties, openly follow each other’s account, hang out often, openly say they think the other one looks so handsome all ppl in paddock are crazy about other, and hug each other firmly properly like how they choose to do to others, that’s the day I can officially graduate from the ship.

Sorry this is long, its just that blog you reposted reminds me a lot of how I begin to ship Lestappen. Enjoy the day :DDD

Hi, don’t worry, my first time using it too!

And I so get what you are saying! For me it was kind of the same, only a bit earlier. Somewhere early in ‘21. Was just online when I saw something lestappen. And I was like those two don’t even like each other. And bear in mind there used to be a lot less content and interactions than we have now. But the dynamic got me hooked.

After that the story kind of wrote itself.

It’s just fun. And at the end of the day. A ship is all it is and hope we can enjoy that peacefully in the confinement’s of tumblr

#lestappen

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eventuallyaugust · 2 years ago

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bbtr misc. female idols who got a crush on txt seol

note: just pretend that you're viewing this piece in 2023, just like hyunseol's kprofile. i gave proofreading this.

warning/s: a bit angst in some parts if u guys squint

itzy — choi jisu (최지수) ⸻ early 2020 - present

first meeting

when lia first met hyunseol, she'll say it was something unexpected, like really unexpected.

her encounter with the txt member happened when the latter bumped into her who was heading to a restroom at a music award show.

pretty unexpected, right?

when they bumped into each other, poor surprised lia lost her balance but good thing hyunseol is here to save the day (good thing too because lia tries to avoid any interaction with her slightly strict stylist)

but enough of that because there's something else that needs our attention right now, like how did hyunseol here break lia's fall?

things you need to know: an arm wrapping around a waist

lia didn't realize hyunseol's hand placement at first since she is too busy looking at the latter's face and too stunned at what had happened.

but when she did, oh boy, she felt blood rushing to her cheeks and the area where hyunseol's hand landed became warm even though she had a fabric of clothing that separated her skin and the bighit idol's hand.

hyunseol profusely apologized to her, thinking that she embarrassed the itzy member without any slightest hint that the blush on lia's face isn't from embarrassment but from something else.

lia is so flustered that she couldn't bear to say why she is blushing, too flustered to think of anything else but how close her face was to the other idol earlier, how warm hyunseol's hand was against her side, and the scent that was coming from the tall idol.

lavender and jasmine, two scents she didn't imagine would smell good together in someone until now.

the two stood in the hallway in an awkward silence before hyunseol's manager came strutting towards them with that motherly tone of hers.

"there you are, seol. i've been looking for you, come on. you guys are up next for the performance."

with a final bow, the bighit idol let her manager dragged her away without saying anything, leaving lia standing in the hallway before a hand fell on her shoulders.

the stranger got startled when lia flinches before the latter turned her head and saw one of her members, yeji staring at her skeptically.

"are you okay?", yeji asks her, concerned.

"y-yeah."

lia stutters out an answer as she places a hand over her chest, hoping that small action would calm the raging storm in her heart.

start of interest

lia immediately get interested on hyunseol the moment they parted ways on their first meeting.

her curiosity on hyunseol started with a research on the tall idol, like who she was, how long she has been a trainee, etc.

when she found out that hyunseol used to be a jyp trainee, she somehow started regretting not signing up in jyp earlier and often gets thoughts like what if i had met seol earlier?, what if i had become friends with seol if i had signed up with jyp immediately?, etc.

she was so curious on who hyunseol is she even started watching those txt (un)helpful guide videos in youtube, because apparently, moas considered hyunseol as the most charismatic member in txt.

one video led to another various more and now, she started watching the group's mvs and immediately understands why hyunseol has a huge fanbase coming from various other kpop groups.

everything about hyunseol are insane, especially her vocals, her dancing skills, her confidence, and her visuals as if she was made by the greek goddess of love and beauty herself. a living and breathing of perfection.

her curiosity led her into getting caught by ryujin who had a knowing look over her face and she immediately felt guilty after like a child guilty of hiding their mother's most precious broken vase.

but surprisingly, ryujin just told her that she was expecting lia getting interested on her best friend and a "you weren't totally good at hiding your interest on seol, you know."

okay, lia probably is not good at keeping everything in the low when she realized that she starts to listen more on hyunseol-related stories ryujin shared whenever they eat together (probably her members realized it too and that thought just made her more embarrassed than before)

ryujin chuckled when she saw lia blushing furiously before patting her member's shoulder. "it's okay, unnie. there's nothing wrong with liking seol. you know i won't mind that and besides, you're not the only one who's crushing on her."

"what?"

and that was the moment lia's world stops for a moment.

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fromis_9 — lee chaeyoung (이채영) ⸻ early 2021 - present

first meeting

when chaeyoung first met hyunseol, it was after bighit change to hybe and acquire various companies to become one. she could remember it clearly as if it just happened yesterday.

it was a normal day for fromis_9 as a hybe staff gives them a tour around the huge building and talking about the company's rules and regulations when jiheon, who was standing beside her, suddenly let out a small squeal and started to hit her arm.

she looked at the maknae and the latter could only point at the front double doors to see bang si-hyuk, a female manager, and six tall figures walking inside.

she had heard of the six-membered group from jiheon, the moa resident of fromis_9 and mostly, the maknae always talks about oh hyunseol, her bias and bighit's wildcard.

fromis_9 was in front of the lobby when the well-known chaotic group passed them and bowed to them while hyunseol met jiheon's eyes and approached the latter before she smiled widely when the latter let out a squeal and pulled her into a hug.

"nice to see you again, fangirl. how have you been?"

"ahhh, unnie!!! it's nice to see you again, too."

the rest of fromis_9 looked at the pair in stunned silence and when they look at the txt, they saw the members looking at their oldest and jiheon with wide smiles plastered on their faces.

"you know each other?"

hyunseol looked at chaeyoung, the one who asked and smiled at her while nodding before she gently patted jiheon's head and met chaeyoung's eyes again. "yeah, i met heonie through yujin. your maknae was pretty excited and shocked when she learned that i'm friends with yujinie."

the rest of fromis_9 looked at hyunseol with their mouths forming into 'o' and laughed at their maknae's reaction while chaeyoung remained her eyes on hyunseol with a dazed look over her face. mainly, her eyes were focused on the latter's lips and how it stretched into the brightest smile she ever seen (with jiheon being in second).

"txt, come on! bang pd-nim is waiting!"

"we'll be there!", txt loudly replied back and bowed to the nine girls with hyunseol smiling at chaeyoung last as she finally pulled away from jiheon's hug before the six-membered group ran off to their manager.

chaeyoung was left looking at hyunseol's face until txt disappeared behind the elevator doors and snapped out of her trance, hoping her members didn't notice her odd behavior.

jiheon, who noticed her unnie's actions, smirked and looked away with a shake of her head.

start of interest

chaeyoung didn't exactly know when and how she starts to get interested on hyunseol, but once she heard jiheon blasting some txt songs in their dorm, she knew she'll end up thinking about the txt member more than once.

she doesn't know how to ask jiheon about hyunseol without getting suspicious, but when she gave up to her curiosity, she asked jiheon and the latter surprisingly answered all of her questions like who hyunseol was, what her favorite foods are, etc.

the maknae was so receptive in answering her questions chaeyoung was starting get suspicious of jiheon and confronted the latter about her behavior one day.

"you're interested on seol unnie, so i'm just helping your interest on her grow even more."

"s-so you knew? ever since?"

"yeah, and don't worry, i didn't tell unnie about your... sudden interest on her. i'm evil, but not that evil."

but those words alone didn't convince chaeyoung and that drove her in asking the maknae. "why are you helping me when you already knew that i'm interested on seol?"

"why not?", jiheon retaliates with a smirk. "besides you're attracted to tall people, right? unnie, i told you that seol unnie is tall tall. she's like 5'11 foot, unnie."

chaeyoung could only blink at the maknae's words with her lips slightly apart. "oh, also unnie." she looks at jiheon and sees the latter looking at her in a serious matter.

"don't fall for seol unnie too hard. you're not the only idol who is interested on her."

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ive — kim gaeul (김가을) ⸻ late 2021 - present

first meeting

(be warned: slight angst)

when gaeul first met hyunseol, it happened when she caught yujin and wonyoung sneaking out of the dorm at the late of the night after a hectic schedule.

when the two got caught, yujin answered with a pleading voice, "wonyoung and i needed to meet someone. please, unnie, let us go."

"can i tag along with you guys? just to make sure you two will come back home safe."

yujin and wonyoung looked at each other for a moment and shrugged before gaeul changed her clothes.

after hitching a taxi, gaeul couldn't help but wonder who the person yujin and wonyoung were trying to go to this late

when gaeul decides to ask who this person is, yujin just answers with a nonchalant shrug, "you'll meet her when we get there" while wonyoung tried her best not to fully break down right there and then.

due to her members' odd behavior, gaeul didn't bother to ask again and has fallen so deep in her thoughts she didn't realize the taxi had already stopped if it weren't for yujin who pulled her out of her thoughts.

when they stepped out of the vehicle, gaeul realized they are in front of an apartment building before wonyoung walked inside first, hurry present in her steps and yujin led gaeul inside.

gaeul then saw someone waiting by the lobby, talking to the receptionist and to her surprise, yujin and wonyoung immediately ran to that stranger, pulling the latter in their arms.

seol, who was the stranger, got startled and turned to the two tallest members of ive, worry plastered on her face when she heard sniffles from them.

gaeul accidentally caught seol's eyes and the latter bowed at her before the former immediately looked away with a blush, her heartbeat consuming her sense of hearing before she chastised herself for even reacting that way and gently pinched herself.

"come on, let's take this in my apartment", seol says as she keeps an eye outside the building for unsuspecting sasaengs lurking in the shadows.

after a painfully 1 minute in the elevator, the txt member led the three ive members inside her apartment and to her living room before grabbing some tissues and water bottles with a few snacks in the kitchen.

"here, some water, tissues, and snacks. now tell me what's happened."

gaeul took the single seat across her members while keeping her attention on the older girl while seol took a seat between yujin and wonyoung who immediately clung on the txt member.

she saw how seol kept her attention on yujin who was crying on the latter's shoulder while letting out the problems ive is experiencing under the media's cruel hand as wonyoung buried her head against seol's arm, tears adorning her cheeks.

and soon, gaeul found herself crying along with yujin and wonyoung when the topic reached to the most sensitive ones like how the netizens made liz uncomfortable wearing the clothes she likes, how leeseo was mocked by some fans when she was doing her thanksgiving speech, etc.

but through it all, gaeul always sees seol listening to yujin's rants and vents with undivided attention and open ears.

seeing seol being so caring to her members, attentive to whatever topic they are talking about, and somehow being good at making her members smile made gaeul's heart flutter.

she doesn't know why or how but hearing the short laughters seol and her members share amidst of the sensitive topics, gaeul couldn't help but to view seol in the different light considering she knew there are only a certain group of idols in the industry that could be trusted.

after that small session, seol's phone rang and the bighit idol immediately answered the call before standing up and walking away, leaving the three ive members talk to themselves in the living room.

"so gaeul unnie, what do you think of seol unnie?"

gaeul threw yujin a look and saw a hint of mischief on the way the leader is looking at her, narrowing her eyes at the latter. "why are you looking at me like that?"

"looking at you like what?"

"like you want to start something i don't approve of."

yujin snickers. "wwhhaattt? i do not. you're just jumping into conclusions."

gaeul gets silent while rolling her eyes.

she then looked around and examined every furniture present in the room before she looked at the picture frame beside the tv and spotted seol with a kid seated on her shoulders.

meanwhile, yujin and wonyoung are talking about their oldest while keeping their eyes on the latter, seeing how distracted gaeul is.

after the phone call, seol immediately barged inside and put her phone inside her sweatpants pocket as gaeul noticed a hint of daze in the way the txt member looks at her members but she didn't ponder on that thought any longer.

"hello, sorry. that was my manager. she was asking something, but anyways— why are you looking at me like that, yujin?"

"is it our time to go?", yujin asks.

"go? at this hour? god no, you girls will stay at my guest rooms. i won't let you girls leave, especially now that you know crime rates are high around this time." seol shook her head, the trio only noticing spare clothes in her hands. "now, go change your clothes. the clothes you two left behind days ago are in the closets."

once yujin and wonyoung left to change their clothes, seol turned to gaeul and gave the clothes to the '02 liner with a smile. "here's some spare clothes, gaeul-ssi. i hope you have a good night's sleep tonight."

"why are you doing this?" gaeul's eyes immediately widened when she realized she talks her thought out loud and covered her mouth with a gasp before grabbing the clothes. "uhm, s-sorry, s-sunbaenim. you can just leave that question unanswered, i'll just—"

"it was the right thing to do, gaeul-ssi." the ive member looked at seol to see the latter looking at her with a solemn expression.

"besides, you girls deserve some kindness, not to mention the whole world. we may not be fully acquianted with one another, but i hope you are aware of how much yujin and wonyoung kept saying how proud they are to have members like you, even they don't know if you guys aren't exactly the the type of people to have deep conversation with or not."

seol looked away with a sigh and shook her head. "it's unfair and unfortunate for your group to be targeted by such unkind and mean people in your debut. you girls just want to achieve your dreams and besides you aren't doing anything bad, so..."

"why should they hate your group?"

seol's question kept gaeul up at night thinking as she spent the night looking up at the ceiling filled with glow-in-the-dark stars.

start of interest

gaeul's interest on seol didn't start growing until it was the last week of december 2021 after hyunseol had given six-membered group delievered foods in christmas with a printed note, "hello, ive! merry christmas! i hope you guys have a good day ahead of this special day. i wish i could bring these boxes myself, but i was needed at a short notice in the company. the first box contain your favorite foods while the second contains my gifts for you. merry christmas again 🫶 sincerely, azrael"

at first, the ive members didn't know who this azrael person is and almost called their manager if not for yujin and wonyoung explaining to them that azrael is hyunseol's english name and the bighit idol always used that name for deliveries.

why?, the question gaeul kept asking to herself. why is she so... helpful? caring? kind? pretty? funny? smart? understanding? open-minded? and more positive qualities that somehow describe how perfect she is??

being a curious person herself, she decided to watch some videos about hyunseol and her group that either could be from the group's official account or the fans while she hid in the comfort of her room.

her curiosity and interest not only led her to watching txt's mvs but also the behind-the-scenes, the group's variety show 'to do', and some music awards performances. it eventually led her eyes being glued to her phone screen more often and her members may or may not have noticed her sudden interest on her phone.

as the leader of her group, yujin noticed that gaeul started binge-watching something but whenever she approaches the latter, the oldest always puts her down as if she's afraid to accidentally spilled a secret.

one day, when ive took a break from practicing, yujin saw gaeul wiping her sweat off her face while facing the mirror in the room and immediately approached the latter before dragging the '02 liner out of the room, "gaeul unnie and i will bring some snacks, we'll be right back!"

due to the quick turn of events, poor gaeul didn't get a say in the impromptu hang out. all she could do is follow the leader out before she gets confused when latter asks, "so why are you suddenly being interested on your phone? i've been noticing how much you kept smiling to yourself while watching something in your phone."

i could lie to her and save myself from embarrassment, gaeul thought to herself. or i could say the truth and get this feeling over with.

yujin, sensing the hesitation, immediately added, "if you aren't ready to tell me yet, it's fine. i totally—"

"no, it's okay. i'll say it." gaeul took a deep breath. "it's because seol unnie. i was watching txt's variety show, to do the other day and i was trying not to laugh because i don't want to draw attention to myself while watching."

yujin scratches her nape, trying not to smile and avoiding gaeul's eyes. "well, you kinda failed because you did draw attention to yourself the other day to the point the members kept asking me what you were watching that got you smiling so wide."

gaeul's face fell. oh shit.

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gfriend (former) & viviz — jung eunbi (정은비) ⸻ early 2022 - unknown

first meeting

when eunha first met seol, it was around viviz' comeback for their mini album, beam of prism. she doesn't know why but she could still remember the way how seol laughed at wonyoung's joke when her group entered the interview room (idk what it's called where mcs interview idols just like jangkku interviewed the idols).

the moment the three idols walked in the room, eunha immediately met seol's eyes and saw how the latter's eyes brighten at the sight of her. the bighit idol and jangkku immediately bowed at the three idols while greeting them.

sinb immediately smiled at the sight of the 5'11 foot idol while umji ran to the bighit idol and pulled seol in a hug while the latter let out a loud "umji unnie!"

her two members are close with the txt member ever since their gfriend days and she could always hear umji talking about the bighit idol to their leader, sowon even in the maknae's sleep.

hearing so many stories of seol from umji made eunha grow curious, but she never get the chance to meet the idol herself considering in the industry, hyunseol is known to be everywhere and anywhere. it is only a matter of luck to meet the idol herself.

but eunha didn't expect to see seol hanging out in interview room with the two new mcs out of all places. it's just too... random place to be in.

hyunseol and umji then pulled away from the hug before the latter smacked the arms of the tall girl, earning a groan from the txt member.

"ow, what was that for, unnie?"

"that's for telling me that you won't make it, and this." umji then grabbed ahold of hyunseol's t-shirt and pulled the latter down to her height before kissing the latter's cheek. "is for coming anyways. thank you, seol."

"y-yeah, a-anytime", hyunseol stuttered while blushing. "but unnie, you should know that i was going to tell you that i'll come."

"then why didn't you?" hyunseol could only look at sinb and the latter jerked her head back before her eyes fell on umji.

"so it was you all along?!"

hyunseol took several steps away from the scene and stood beside eunha who suddenly got nervous at the bighit idol's presence beside her.

why? it's because hyunseol was so tall beside her and she admits that the 5'11 foot idol is so prettier up close.

eunha doesn't know if hyunseol being pretttier up close is because of the latter's dimples making an appearance, the way the txt member's eyes disappear in her cheeks whenever she laughs, or maybe the way the bighit idol carries herself with confidence.

like she owns the place (and eunha's heart and the viviz member doesn't know it yet)

but whatever it is, eunha could only feel her heart starts having a rampage inside her chest while her thoughts became about the txt's oldest member.

start of interest

eunha's curiosity on seol didn't get bigger not until she got a birthday gift from her and a bunch of teasing from her fellow viviz and former gfriend members.

"happy birthday, eunha unnie! umji unnie told me the other day your birthday is getting close and well, i want to give you a gift even though we aren't close and acquianted with one another. i hope you have a great day today and i also hope you enjoy my gift. from azrael."

umji could only squeal in excitement once eunha told her friends who gave the gift and what gift was. it was a korean cookbook and a blank notebook to which has another note stuffed between the blank pages. "while you cook various foods, i hope you could make recipes that could satisfy your tastebuds, make you reminisce the past, and make you inspired to do more. use this notebook for the ideas you make because i know you'll do great now and forever, eunha unnie."

"eunha unnie, you received a gift from hyunseol, ahhh!! azrael is her english name if you're wondering." umji then shook her head and sighed with a hint of smile on her face. "but wow, i didn't expect her to go through with it."

"what do you mean?", yerin asks and soon the other five women looked at the youngest, intrigued.

"well, you see, unnies. i dragged hyunseol with me when i was shopping for my birthday gift to eunha unnie the other day since i don't know what to get for eunha unnie."

"then?", sowon asks, clearly interested on the maknae's storytelling.

"well, you know that we're close, right? to the point i shared some random trivias about you guys and everything that happened to us, right?"

yuju answers, "yeah, what about it?"

umji scratches her nape. "well... i told hyunseol from before that eunha unnie likes to cook. although i expected this to happen, i'm still surprised that hyunseol still remembers that info and decides to buy eunha unnie a cookbook and this blank notebook."

"when did you tell her that eunha unnie likes to cook?", sinb inquiries, narrowing her eyes.

"uh... two years ago?" umji looked at her unnies in confusion.

"and hyunseol still remembers that even though it's been two years?!"

eunha could feel herself blush as she held the txt's member's gift close to her chest, unable to join the chaos her six friends were in.

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iz*one (former) and actress — kim minju (김민주) ⸻ early 2020 - present

first meeting

when minju first met hyunseol, it was when she decided to sneak out of the dorm at night. too late in the night that she could get scolded by eunbi, but she couldn't care less.

normally, she goes to the place she frequented, a karaoke bar, but with everything that is happening in her mind and the stress coming from the group schedule, she decided to ditch the bar and let her feet led somewhere new.

and that's why she ended up standing in front of a park that had a kid's playground and some benches around the area that overlooks a riveed.

she was walking towards the nearest bench by the river when she felt a presence nearby and when she was about to run away, a hand with a handkerchief immediately got ahold of her mouth.

tears soon build up in her eyes and fear immediately consumed her as she tried to break free, but a strong scent invaded her sense of smell as she slowly started to feel dizzy.

seconds later, minju could breathe again as she felt the strong grip on her vanishes and tried to catch her balance, but her knees gave up on her.

then a strange thing happened.

another arm had caught her and before she could slap the stranger with the force remaining in her body, she heard a voice that stop her.

"it's okay, minju-ssi. you're safe, i'm here. this bastard won't bother you anymore."

she doesn't know what happened next, but all she could remember was that she fainted.

when she woke up from the terrifying night before, minju finds herself in a bedroom and immediately gets alarmed because the only thought in her mind that time was where the fuck am i?

she looked around the room in panic and found some picture frames settled on the nightstand. once she laid her eyes on the pictures, she slowly recovered from her panic.

oh, so i'm in hyunseol's bedroom, yena unnie's best friend. it kinda looks... like her.

suddenly, the bedroom door opened and showed the txt member holding a bed food tray. the two stared each other for a moment before hyunseol smiled, making minju gulp at the sudden increase of the pace her heart took inside her chest.

"hey, you're finally awake. i was getting worried that you got too affected by what had happened last night."

the bighit idol walked in and placed the tray on the desk table nearby before she sat on the end of the bed and looked at minju solemnly.

"i'm sorry you had to go through the feeling of almost getting kidnapped yesterday." minju looked away and hyunseol immediately regretted saying those words as she stood up and walked up to the food tray, her back facing minju. "sorry."

"what's happened to the suspect?"

"i called the cops on him and threw him behind bars."

"how?" hyunseol could only smile and immediately recomposed herself.

"don't worry about your pretty little head on that. come on, you need to eat breakfast after that ordeal."

hyunseol carefully set the bed food tray on the bed, mindful not to get clumsy in front of minju. once she finished, she placed the silver utensils on the side.

"i don't know what food you usually eat at breakfast, so i hope you like blueberry pancakes and greek yogurt."

"i..." minju didn't know why she feels her heart beats against her ears, but just seeing the '99 liner's effort of preparing breakfast and seeing how nervous hyunseol is if she likes pancakes or not makes a small smile appear on her lips.

"i like it."

hyunseol smiled and nodded while having her eyes trained on her desk table, the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks getting to her.

"oh okay, that's good to hear. i'll go now so you can enjoy the silence. i hope you enjoy the food, minju-ssi."

but before hyunseol could take a step, minju already stopped her.

"please stay, i could need a friend right now."

starts of interest

minju wasn't supposed to get interest on any idol because she knew it could lead to some kind of scandal and didn't want to bring that kind of damage to her group.

but whenever she hears her fellow member, yena talking about the bighit idol whether it may be because of her unconditional kindness, undeniable charisma, or her outrageous height (yena's exact wording), she couldn't help but remember the time hyunseol took care of her and became true to her words when she asked the bighit idol not to tell anything to yena.

(until now, yena doesn't know the almost kidnapping)

she tried to not to acknowledge the rampaging emotions happening in the deep pits of her stomach whenever she hears hyunseol's name, but whenever she does, her heart pounds with each breath she takes.

she wants to tell the others about the strange feeling she got ever since she and hyunseol talked, but how could she even talk to them without mentioning the part she almost get kidnapped?

sure, eunbi would scold her about that but that's the least of her problems because she's more concerned for mentioning the word, crush.

knowing her members, they would get excited over the fact that she got a possible crush and hyunseol getting known as minju's crush in iz*one is something she isn't ready for.

but she needs to take some risks every now and then and taking risks is what she'll do.

"uh, everyone. i've gathered all of you today to tell you something."

"it sounds pretty serious when you're nervous, minju-ah", chaeyeon voices out her concern while the iz*one members took their seats on the couch and on the carpeted floor.

"i just want to hear your opinions on this because it has been bothering me and makes me feel confused, so please i hope you take this seriously."

the rest of iz*one members look at one another, muttering things minju couldn't understand before they returned their attention on the '01 liner.

"it's okay, minju-ah. you can tell us anything." eunbi's soft motherly voice toned down the anxiety minju felt in her nerves before the latter took a deep breath.

"okay, i think i like hyunseol unnie."

"hyunseol unnie? from txt?" yena immediately stood up on the floor and looked at her member in surprise. "when did you meet her?"

"last week."

looks like she needs to tell them the whole story by how confused they are right now. take another deep breath, minju. you can do this.

"okay, you see. i met hyunseol unnie when i almost got kidnapped last week, but it's okay—"

"what do you mean it's okay?! you almost got kidnapped last week!"

minju retorts back at eunbi, "but it's okay, unnie! i'm okay now! hyunseol unnie saved me—"

"she saved you?", yena repeats before she starts smirking at the younger girl. "she saved you, huh? did we hear that right?"

minju blushed with a sigh. oh boy, she could feel the wave of teasing coming from the girls.

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twice — chou tzuyu (周子瑜) ⸻ late 2019 - present

first meeting

when tzuyu first met hyunseol, it happened at the mma 2019 when nayeon decided to bring newly befriended idols to the twice waiting room with everyone's permission.

the other twice members were resting in the room when nayeon suddenly barged inside with a wide smile on her face.

"hello, everyone!"

"what do you have on your sleeve now, nayeon?", the leader asked the oldest.

"remember my request to bring two friends in the waiting room?"

"yeah, who is it?"

"you'll see." nayeon smirked at momo before she walked up to the door and talked to a pair behind it.

"okay, are you guys ready?"

"go ahead", jeongyeon says, eager present in her voice.

"okay, come on in!"

the door then was pushed open and two tall figures came out, bowing to the jyp group. when the latter finally lifted their head, tzuyu was not disappointed to know the identities of the two strangers are.

kang taehyun and oh hyunseol of tomorrow x together, bighit's newest group and bts' juniors. tzuyu also had heard about the two members especially the various titles several netizens had given the txt's oldest in the span of several months after their debut.

bighit's wildcard, txt's solace, and nation's best friend.

seeing the 5'11 foot idol in front of her somehow made sense why seol was given those titles, although tzuyu feels that two of these titles contradict one another.

in bighit's wildcard, mystery is present around the tall physique of the bighit idol. one look from seol could give tzuyu the shivers she would feel whenever she felt an unsettling sensation in her body.

also, tzuyu had heard from various idols that seol was known to be the hidden ace of bighit, but she doesn't know if those statements held some truth in them.

in txt's solace, tzuyu had seen several videos containing hyunseol and her unconditional love for her members from cooking them food, gifting them expensive yet meaningful gifts, and being the best older sister the other txt members could have.

while the title, nation's best friend is a bit self-explanatory considering the various friendships hyunseol has formed with a variety of idols from different companies.

tzuyu couldn't grasp the question how hyunseol managed to befriend idols from almost all of the groups whether it may be a girlgroup or boygroup, but all she knows is that she feels a bit jealous on the fact that hyunseol could easily make friends without getting involved in dating rumors.

"hello, twice sunbaenim. it's an honor to meet you." taehyun tried to hide behind hyunseol, getting flustered and the latter took notice of it, stepping forward.

meanwhile nayeon looked at her members proud. "see? i told you guys i would eventually befriend her."

hyunseol nodded and smirked at twice's oldest member. "yeah, nayeon unnie was so determined to be friends she even dragged us on the way here."

the '95 liner blushed and pouted. "hey, i told you to not tell them that!"

"you didn't exactly make me swear on txt, nayeon unnie. besides, you were so adamant on befriending me i simply couldn't resist telling them that", hyunseol teased.

the twice members laughed at nayeon who was now smacking hyunseol's arm with the latter letting the older girl do whatever she wants.

"also, i agreed to befriend her because taehyun and i want to give you our albums. we hope we aren't interrupting something when we came in."

jihyo then smiled and stood up. "no, no. you aren't interrupting something. we are actually expecting you since nayeon and jeongyeon had a bet against each other on who you would befriend first."

hyunseol blinked and tilted her head at twice's second oldest. "you... were trying to befriend me earlier?"

jeongyeon blushed and nodded while the rest of twice members noticed the reaction of the second oldest and jihyo turned to hyunseol, confused. "may i ask what happened?"

the txt's oldest member turned red and cleared her throat. "she asked me if i can hang out with her and get drunk after the awards show."

tzuyu has never seen jihyo turn her head so fast until now and doesn't know if she'll laugh at jeongyeon or feel bad. "what did you just say to hyunseol?!"

"i'm sorry! she was in the legal age already, so i thought of inviting her to drink!"

hyunseol speaks once the chaos temporarily stopped, "uhm... i would accept your invitation, jeongyeon unnie, but i don't think the company would allow me. that's why i rejected your offer, sorry."

"so... you're willing to get drunk?"

hyunseol and taehyun shared a look before the former answered whike scratching her nape, "yes, but i never get drunk, momo unnie."

"eh? are you sure?"

"seol noona...", twice then turned their attention on taehyun who suddently got nervous. "has a high alcohol tolerance."

"when did you find out about that one?"

hyunseol and taehyun shared a look once again before the oldest of txt avoided the nine women's eyes.

"when g-idle had a bet against me that i will get drunk first before all of them."

"so who won?"

"of course hyunseol did. that's why she found out she had a high alcohol tolerance."

"so if you—"

the waiting room door then opened and showed txt's manager, yongsun before she bowed to the 3rd gen idol group. "hello, twice. i hope you don't mind me fetching seol and taehyun. the award show is about to start."

"oh, of course we don't mind. we need to get going, anyways." jihyo bowed at txt's manager before she turned towards the two txt members. "thank you for the albums. you can just give them to tzuyu here."

hyunseol then approached twice's maknae and gave txt's album while bowing at the latter. due to her sudden nervousness, the txt's oldest member accidentally touched the other idol's hand.

the 5'11 foot idol blushed and immediately stepped away when tzuyu had grabbed the album from her. this is so embarrassing.

the two txt members and their manager gave their final bow to the girl group before they walked out.

once the trio left, jihyo threw the maknae a look and her eyes widened when she saw the hint of pink invading the latter's cheeks.

start of interest

tzuyu doesn't know if she should let her interest drove her into finding more about seol, but hearing so many txt songs on her way to the agreed rendezvous on the day she will hang out with shuhua doesn't help her decision-making.

she thinks it was god's sign to tell her to give in and she isn't usually the religious type of people, but she doesn't know if she could give it a shot or not because what could she lose in a simple curiosity?

her [REDACTED]

taking the seat in front of her friend in the café, tzuyu couldn't help but sigh and her action caught shuhua's attention.

"are you okay? did you guys have a rough week at practice?"

"i wish it was from the practice, but no."

shuhua looked at her taiwanese friend and tilted her head. "is it a crush problem?"

tzuyu could only nod in embarrassment and shuhua's jaws drop. talking about crushes is normal between them, but tzuyu's crushes? that's rare, considering tzuyu herself finds it hard to get interested on people.

"so... what's wrong?"

"i don't know if i'm just curious about her or have a crush."

her. shuhua pondered. tzuyu might like a another female idol.

"first of all, who is it?", shuhua asks before she takes a bite off her blueberry crêpe.

"oh hyunseol."

shuhua immediately choked on her food and tzuyu went to her aid, giving the g-idle member a drink. once shuhua finally got to breathe, she croaked as she looked at her friend with wide eyes. "oh hyunseol? really, her?"

"yeah. what seems the problem?"

"i'm surprised that you have a crush, but having a crush on oh fucking hyunseol? that's expected."

"why?"

shuhua ran her hands over her face and breathed out, the pain from getting choked is slowly decreasing. "i know you don't care about what netizens think, but i also hope you know what you're getting into."

tzuyu's eyebrows creased together. what does she mean by that?

shuhua added, "other than being known as nation's best friend, she is also has the reputation as being nation's heartbreaker by the netizens who hate on txt for fun."

"how? how did she become a heartbreaker?" tzuyu then took a sip of her coffee.

"because netizens think hyunseol intentionally make friends with every group to flirt with one member and break their hearts after."

"but what do you think? yuqi sunbae is friends with hyunseol unnie, right?" tzuyu took three bites of her chocolate cake.

"my advice? go for it." tzuyu's head shot up in surprise, her mouth filled with cake. "what? just because netizens think of hyunseol that way doesn't mean i believe their words. besides, i've already met seol unnie and believe me when i say that netizens are just jealous of her and her friendships with various idols.

"but it's still your choice, you know if you wanna pursue your feelings or not."

tzuyu finished her cake as she finally decided before she speaks up, "i have a question."

"ask away."

"is there any chance that you'll like seol too?"

shuhua smirks, raising a brow. "aww, are you jealous i might take her away?"

shuhua's teasing made tzuyu blush like a madman and smack her friend's arm. "n-no, i-i'm just curious."

"sure, ms. curious." shuhua took a sip of her drink and chuckled before looking at the tall girl with a serious expression.

"if i'm not so stupidly in love with soojin? i would." shuhua cleared her throat, blushing as she looked away. "like hyunseol, i mean. but luckily, i already have soojin with me, so there's no need for me to join the chaos of being attracted with seol."

tzuyu then fell in silence after that.

is it really a curse to like seol?

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red velvet — kim yerim (김예림) ⸻ late 2019 - present

first meeting

when yeri first met seol, it was when the latter accidentally got lost in the asia artist awards backstage. red velvet members saw her looking around the hallway frantically and irene decided to lend a hand as the leader of her group.

"oh, shit!" hyunseol jumped as she felt cold fingers wrapped themselves around her right arm. she turned around to see the five red velvet members and her eyes widened when she realized what she said.

"oh, i'm sorry, sunbaes. it wasn't me, it was azrael. i'm sorry, i'm sorry." the txt member bowed profusely and the sm idols chuckled, making hyunseol's ears turn red.

"azrael, huh? i heard that you're one of the english speakers of your group." wendy starts a conversation in english.

hyunseol's eyes slightly widen with familiarity and nodded. "yeah, i am. nice to meet you and your group, wendy unnie. i hope you didn't mind me swearing in front of you."

wendy chuckled and patted hyunseol's arm. "we don't mind. besides, we curse too, you know. just not around irene unnie, though."

hyunseol's lips twisted into a pout and wendy chuckled again. "but don't worry, she won't mind now considering we did scare you. anyways, what's wrong? we kept seeing you looking around the place."

"yeah, you look like a lost puppy looking around."

"a cute puppy", yeri mutters and joy's eyes rose in mischief, trying not to smirk.

but it seems that the txt's oldest member hadn't heard yeri's words and hung her head low. "i've lost my members in the sudden surge of crowd and now, i'm trying to find them, but it's been unsuccessful so far."

"did you know where your waiting room is?", irene asks, her motherly instincts coming out for a moment.

"no, unnie. my manager was leading us to our waiting room when i lost them."

"aww, don't worry, i'm sure we can help you find them", seulgi consoled as she patted the tall idol's arm, smiling.

hyunseol scratched her cheek. "uhm, i'm not worried about getting lost. it's more like getting worried for my members—"

"seol noona, where are you?!"

the loud voices of yeonjun and huening kai cut hyunseol off as it boomed through the hallway, startling all idols and staffs present in the area including red velvet.

"anddd that's what i'm talking about." hyunseol then sighed and turned to the 3rd gen group with an apologetic look. "sorry, my members tend to panic or feel edgy whenever they realized i wasn't with them or they lost me."

"separation anxiety?", joy asked.

"no, it's just the fear of leaving me behind, especially the maknae. huening kai grew protective of his older members." hyunseol ran a hand through her hair and threw her wristwatch a look, her eyes widening a little bit.

"anyways, i need to go. i'll see you around, sunbaes." hyunseol bade goodbye before she shouted, her hands around her mouth. "yeonjun, huening kai!"

"seol noona?! wave your hands so we can see you!"

hyunseol then did what she was told and turned back to the five sm idols, giving them a wave before she turned around again and walked away.

"w-who was that?" yeri finally got her voice back after being so speechless in front of the tall stranger.

"it's txt seol, nation's best friend and nation's heartbreaker."

start of interest

yeri is aware of her sudden interest on txt's oldest member (she found out that seol is the oldest when she stumbled upon the group's official website) after hearing the title the idol earned in the span of several months after debut from seulgi.

and through nayeon, the idol she is currently hanging out with, yeri's interest on seol has been amplified. especially after the twice member's story with hyunseol's birthday gift for another twice member, jihyo.

"jihyo was so happy that hyunseol remembered her birthday and got her a bunch of clothes as a gift, especially the ones that are good for the skin."

nayeon sighed and placed her chin on her hand. "jihyo's so lucky to receive a gift like that." the twice member then looked at yeri to see the latter deep in her thoughts while staring at now-lukewarm coffee before gently nudging the younger girl.

"are you okay? you're spacing out. what's on your mind?"

"hyunseol." nayeon jerked her head back at the quick response.

"hyunseol? why is she on your mind? did something happen to you two?"

"no, i'm curious about her." yeri then threw the twice member a look. "seulgi unnie referred hyunseol as the nation's best friend and nation's heartbreaker. i'm curious how she got both of those titles when they're contradicting one another."

"oh, that." nayeon suddenly got quiet for a moment and sighed before speaking up again. "the nation's heartbreaker isn't true, though. male fans of various girl groups gave that title to her because they are jealous of her and what she is capable of, knowing their idols are at seol's disposal."

"those fans are aware of their idols' crush on seol?"

"some idols talked about it in vlive while some kept it secret. those obsessive male fans are jealous of seol because she has the confidence and freedom to talk their idols while they don't."

"is all of that true?"

nayeon shook her head as she sipped her coffee before she put the cup down and speaks, "god no, but it was the observation between me and jihyo had after tzuyu started liking seol."

yeri looked at nayeon stunned and when the latter noticed her behavior, nayeon just raised a brow back. "what? you think everyone is immune to seol's charm?"

"i just didn't think—"

"think that tzuyu will like seol?" yeri nodded. "most idols call it seol's curse, you know."

seol's curse?

"it was called seol's curse because seol has so many admirers she'll have a hard time dealing with them." nayeon finished her cake with two bites and wiped her mouth with a napkin while yeri looked down at her hands.

"you know, jihyo and i felt bad for her because apparently, she didn't want to get involved in this mess and despite the chaos happening in seol's life, she could still keep a smile on her lips."

"but..." yeri then looked up and met nayeon's eyes trained on her. "there's nothing wrong with liking seol, especially if you're not doing anything bad. as long as you still respect her as a human being who has feelings, then you can still continue being infatuated with her."

nayeon then placed her hand over yeri and smiled at the younger girl. "i know what you've heard of seol and please believe me when i say what the netizens kept saying negative things about seol isn't true."

nayeon gently squeezed yeri's hand. "seol is an innocent person and she didn't mean to make almost every female idol to fall in love with her, so please..."

"don't let the opinions of others change your view of her because you'll miss the real story."

"i-i won't, nayeon unnie. i-i promise."

who are you really, oh hyunseol? and why are you so mysterious?

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female idols who almost got a crush or stopped having a crush on seol

kang hyewon - almost; reason: already have fallen in love with eunbi

kim chaewon - stopped; reason: claims seol being bad for her heart (her exact words: she's too much of a green flag)

cho miyeon - stopped; reason: doesn't want to be rejected by seol by the time she'll confess

seo soojin - almost; reason: already in love with shuhua

kim jiwon (liz) - almost; reason: wants no drama in the group

lee joowon (jooe) - stopped; reason: afraid of the scandals

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 4711 (chapter 45)

AN: woow, big chapter, lots of talking and problem solving! some spicy moments, so please, minors, do not interact!

45. not the best lawyer, but a goddamn good criminal

"We'll reach out to you soon, Miss, as soon as we get an answer from the court about the deal you're suggesting." You steal a glance at Matt, he's been talking on the phone for about 20 minutes, too. "Yes, Miss, your case is our top priority, but now everything depends on..." You roll your eyes when the middle-aged woman interrupts you again, "yes, I'll call you, personally... Yes, have a great day."

"I'm sure everything will be alright, Mr Dunway, I assure you, you're in good hands. We'll meet you exactly at 8 o'clock on Monday. Yes, safe travels, Mr Dunway." Matt says, smiling at something the man said on the other side of the phone call. You notice the dimples on his cheeks and barely noticeable crows feet under his eyes when he flashes his teeth. With one last nod, although it obviously went unseen during this talk, Matt puts his phone down, lifting his head towards you, "Wow, he really likes to talk."

"You should be glad it was only a phone call." You smile back, "he won't let you rest when he comes here."

"Is Margaret gonna let you rest?" Matt fixes his glasses with a single push, and rests his head on the palm of his hand. "I heard something about 'top priority'."

"Every case is our top priority, boss," the slight change in your voice sent shivers down Matt's spine, and as much as he hated to admit, he felt a bit of blood rush to his dick. "I'm surprised that she didn't chicken out when I introduced myself. That woman sounds like she's a fan of Bulletin."

"Alright, Sherlock Holmes," Matt chuckles, "if you can guess what she's a fan of only by hearing her voice..." his voice gets lower, despite the closed doors of your office and phones going off non-stop the whole morning, "then could you guess what's on my mind?"

"Why? Are you afraid that I have finally discovered my superpowers?" You also lower your voice, slowly brushing your high heel along Matt's leg under the tables. "I'm guessing..." you begin, watching how Matt, not expecting your sudden touch, slightly jumps in his seat, "that you have some dirty things on your mind... Things that shouldn't be talked about in the workplace."

Matt fidgets, as if trying to create more friction for himself, when your foot travels up to his knee, but he quickly grabs it, keeping it in place. You slightly gasp, afraid that Karen might see you through the half-closed curtains, but then you lower your head, pretending to write something in your notes. Matt feels your pulse quicken, your skin suddenly feels hotter than it was before, and he lessens his grasp on your foot, letting his fingers slowly slide on your skin. "I think you should do whatever your boss asks you to do, y/n." Matt's fingers gently push your foot off his knee and it lands with a soft thud. "I won't ask for an explanation next time. "

"You-" you shut up when someone opens the door and stops. Turning to look back, you notice Foggy standing with an open folder in the doorway, looking at the two of you with a raised eyebrow.

"Am I interrupting something?" Foggy asks, and you feel your cheeks turning red again. "Are you sick or something? It looks like you might have temperature."

"What? No, I was just..." You stumble on your words slightly, "on this long phone call, I got a bit frustrated, that's it."

"You know, I have to apologize, y/n." Foggy begins, briefly looking at his feet. You raise your eyebrows, waiting. "I was an asshole earlier, when you saved the firm's ass with all these new clients, the ad in the newspaper is doing numbers, I..." You suddenly feel shyness creep on your cheeks, a warm feeling in your chest. Matt, on the other hand, tries to make himself as invisible as possible, still angry with Foggy. "I'm really sorry about everything that happened with that glasses guy and Fisk, trust me, if I could, I'd go beat them up, and the devil too, because you deserve so much better."

"I... Wow, I don't know what to say, I'm just doing my job, Foggy, I want us to be a successful company as much as you do, although, you two need to stop acting like donkeys and make a truce at last." You clear your throat, "Wesley's dead, so unless you want to beat up a corpse, I won't stop you."

"What? Fisk's right hand is dead?" Foggy sits on one of the two armchairs, thinking for a moment. "That means he's vulnerable and might let something slip. We can finally put him behind bars."

You briefly glance at Matt, but get no response. "I feel like you're hiding something." You say to Foggy, noticing how his eyes widened a bit. "If you still want to build a case against Fisk, you two have to have at least one real piece of evidence, but even without Wesley, he has more people working for him... There was this guy with white hair at the Gala. I don't remember much but he was acting strange."

"Strange how?" This time the question comes from Matt.

"I don't know, but he looked like he was anxious, or waiting for something, he was almost all over the place, kept interrupting Fisk, but... If he wasn't something important, I'm sure he would've gotten a word from James."

"White hair?" Foggy rubs his forehead for a moment, "hey, wasn't there a guy when Fisk went public with him?"

"Don't remember." You say shortly, and Matt understands the reason why - Wesley.

"Wait... he was the accountant or something-" Foggy stops when someone slams the main door of the office loudly.

Karen barges in, breathing heavily, "Ben's dead."

***

As Matt leaves with Karen to attend Urich's funeral, you and Foggy stay in the office to receive new clients and potential cases, but as soon as it hits noon, the place quiets down. "Hey, partner." You slide onto one of the chairs in front of Foggy's desk and hand him a cup of freshly brewed hot coffee.

"Busy day, huh? Never thought I'd have to experience this when we got license to open our firm." Foggy pulls away from his computer and takes a good look at you. "You seem tired, maybe you should head home early today."

"Don't really feel like rotting away at home." A heavy sigh leaves your lips and you rub your forehead, "if it wasn't for that crazy masked guy, I'd say we all just leave the city for the weekend, drive to a casino and just gamble all our money away."

"I'm bad at gambling. One time I lost a bet to my brother and had to run around the house naked three times." Foggy laughs and you break into a small smile.

"Is it fun? Growing up with siblings?"

"It's a pain in the ass, but as you get older, you begin to understand just how lucky you are to have them in your life." Foggy shrugs, "you're an only child, yeah?"

"Yeah, maybe it's alright, the world would not have survived two y/l/ns in the same city, let alone under the same roof." You think for a moment, "Pug has always been like a brother to me, sometimes I wish I met him earlier, maybe I would've ended somewhere else.

"You said he's also a lawyer?"

"Yeah, he keeps trying to talk me into moving back to LA... But it's just... Too fancy for me."

"Too fancy? You're like the closest richest person I know, y/n!" Foggy leans back, putting his cup on one of the shelves behind him.

"More than half of my money, actually being my dad's money, doesn't really make me a rich person. I don't like showing it off, because eventually, money is all people see you as - a giant 100 dollar bill with long legs." You slightly scoff, "hell, I've been driving my dad's old car for as long as I remember."

"Okay, maybe not the richest, but pretty rich nonetheless." Foggy sits in thought, then asks, "How are you and Matt getting together?" Before you can control your facial expressions, your eyebrows slightly shoot up, but Foggy doesn't notice and continues, "I mean, when we got our first cases against your clients, I thought that he was going to completely lose it from the anger that you were just a better attorney, but now you two are sitting all day in the same room and... It's safe to say that I was expecting to find the place wrecked one day."

"Fighting? You really thought that after I left Benowitz and you took me in, offered me a job and kept my legal reputation as clean as possible, that I would be fighting with Matt?" You try your best to act innocent and surprised, but not too much to avoid suspicion.

"Well, to be fair, you almost got into a fight with Karen..."

"That's totally different, and what, you expect me to start throwing punches around?" You can't help but laugh a little.

Foggy takes the note of the lighter mood and continues, "You know, sometimes I'm scared of you, after all, your father was a police officer, I'm sure you have some tricks under your sleeve."

"You wanna see them?" You put your hands up in a fighting manner and crack up.

"No, God no, I want to continue living my peaceful life... Preferably with fewer criminals like Fisk and that Devil."

"Me and Matt..." You say, instead of reacting to the mentioning of the Devil, "I don't know, I guess our brooding days don't match, so we're okay with not ripping each other's throats." You shrug, hoping that this threw Foggy off potential tracks that might lead to more suspicion.

"That's good, for business, I mean."

***

"How are you holding up?" Father Lantom asks Matt after most of the people left Urich's funeral.

"Like a good Catholic boy." Matt doesn't smile or grin, indicating that his joke was pure sarcasm.

"That bad, huh?"

"He was a good man. And he's gone because I haven't stopped what's happening to this city."

"Can't put that on yourself, Matthew. You've done everything you can. A lot you probably shouldn't have." Father puts a hand on Matt's shoulder, trying to somehow get him into thinking more clearly.

"And here we are." Matt's response is cold. He hated funerals. The smell was...well, terrible, lots of crying and nose-sniffling around him made his head spin and the situation made him turn his guard down.

"Matthew, maybe you should stop by for a talk? Sometime soon?" Father's voice is calm but strong, and Matt knew that he wasn't suggesting a simple meeting.

"Sorry, Father, I have lots of work to do."

"Yeah, that's what I'm most afraid of, Matthew." Father notices Karen walking towards them and quickly says, "treat her right okay, she's been through a lot."

"Who?"

"You know who. See you soon." Father leaves Matt standing in the wind with his coat open and flying around his thighs, until Karen finally approaches him and they leave the graveyard.

***

You see Matt and Karen return, but don't make a single move out of Foggy's office, just follow them through the open curtains, talking with an elderly man about the changes of his will. Matt lingers next to the clothes hanger and you notice his sour face before he disappears further into the office.

"He just stood there, like he was his friend. Like he had nothing to do with what happened." Karen speaks as soon as Matt comes towards her table.

Matt tunes you and Foggy out, feeling that he should be more sympathetic to Karen. "I thought Ben said he didn't have any evidence Ellison was taking money from Fisk."

"No, but it makes sense. I mean, it explains Do you know what makes this worse? Foggy. Didn't even think about going with us."

"I think he stated it clearly that he'd rather stay here and work with y/n." Matt says with a hidden note of 'I couldn't care less' attitude.

"He knew Ben too, but then he'd rather work than come to his funeral?" Karen rolls her eyes, desperately trying to find somebody to blame.

"It's my fault, Karen. All of this with Foggy." Matt says, lingering near his office door, but not going inside, because without you there, it was just an empty, soul-sucking place.

"No, everyone shares the blame in a relationship. That's just the way that it works. We all made mistakes."

"No, not always. Why don't you go home, get some rest, huh?" He asks, softly, but Karen lights up like a candle.

"I can't. Every time I close my eyes, I see... What if he finds out that I...That I was with Ben at Saint Benezet. What if he finds out that I spoke to his mother too?" Karen sighs heavily after maneuvering her response out of potential trouble.

"If that happens, we will deal with it." Matt's voice is soft, but reassuring.

"How? I mean, the news barely mentioned what happened to Ben because Fisk pays off the media. And the police haven't arrested anyone for it because Fisk pays them off, too. Foggy was right. How do you stop someone like that, someone who has so much?"

"It just means he has more to lose."

"He's gonna find out what I did and he's gonna come after me just like he came after Ben." Karen closes her eyes and takes deep breath in hopes of stopping herself from crying.

"I told you I would keep you safe, Karen, when he came after you over Union Allied. That hasn't changed. Everyone that's taken money from him, everyone that's helped him tear this city apart they're all gonna get what's coming to them along with Wilson Fisk."

You walk out of Foggy's office, carrying a bunch of documents in your left hand and helping the old man to walk with your right one. Sparing a single glance to Karen's desk, you can only make yourself to turn your lips into a polite smile and walk out of the office down the stairs with the man. Matt thinks for a moment, then grabs his coat from the hanger and leaves without saying a word to Karen.

You catch a taxi for Stanley and bid him farewell, reassuring that the consultation was free and stop on the corner of the building to smoke a cigarette. "You're gonna catch a cold." Matt emerges from another corner and stops next to you, hands hidden in the pockets of his coat.

"Jesus, you scared me, Matt." You gasp slightly and almost playfully punch his arm. "How'd you know where I was?"

"That stink I could smell before opening the doors." He points somewhere where your cigarette was supposed to be and smiles when you chuckle. "Here." You watch him take off his coat and put around your shoulders, and despite your protests, Matt stands in the wind only with his jacket.

"Don't be crazy, come here." You briefly look around, making sure that there's no one in the street and pull onto Matt's sleeve to make him stand a bit closer. "How'd it go?"

"As good as these kind of things go, I suppose." Matt inhales the smoke that you just breathed out and you notice this.

"Take a puff when I put it next to your lips." You say, stopping Matt's hands from moving from your hips where he was keeping them warm. "No hands." You say softly, guiding your almost burned out cigarette to Matt's half open lips, and watch how he inhales the smoke.

He exhales a moment later alongside with a heavy sigh. "You're a bad influence on me."

"We could argue about that." You smile to yourself when his grasp on you tightens. "Come on, let's go inside."

Matt pulls away, although reluctantly. He knew that he couldn't stay tonight at your place or invite you to his, because you didn't use silk bed sheets and as much as he hated to admit, his rest wasn't perfect. But silk sheets or not, he had so much work to do in the mask that he just couldn't make time for you later.

"Matt, what are you doing?" You ask in a hushed tone when he starts guiding you towards the bathroom on the first floor and locks the doors from the inside after a moment of silence.

"What I know I won't be able to do later." He whispers, taking his coat off your shoulders and dropping it onto one of the sinks. He's quick to let his hands roam on your body, feeling the soft material of your knitted dress.

Your body responds on its own, and you curse yourself for feeling so horny the second Matt starts touching you, "in the bathroom? Really?"

"Shhh," his lips ghost over yours, "listen to your boss." Matt steps in between your legs, pushing his knee between yours, and your breath catches in your throat when he gets closer and starts moving his leg up and down so that his thigh would create friction to your core. You watch curiously for a moment, but then focus on Matt's face, taking off his glasses and putting them on.

"How many more times do I have to tell you that I want to see you without your glasses?" You whisper, connecting your lips with his, and soon, you're moving your body much quicker, grinding on his thigh.

"Many, many times." He rasps out, sliding one hand under your dress and you slightly gasp when his cold fingers meet with your already throbbing pussy. A sigh leaves his mouth at how wet you were and Matt is quick to start rubbing your clit faster.

"Please..." You look at him through his red-tinted glasses and notice a satisfied smirk resting on his face.

"What do you need? Tell me, y/n, tell me and I'll do it."

"If you don't put those fingers inside of me right now, I'm gonna have to do it myself." You push your dress higher and take a tight hold of Matt's wrist. "Don't you want to feel just how ready I am for you?"

Matt smiles, enjoying the way you're becoming bolder each time you have sex with him. "I thought I told you to listen to me, y/n, and you haven't been doing that-" He grunts lowly when pushing two fingers inside of you and you tightly grip his shoulders for support. "Oh, so tight."

"Matt!" You gasp when he starts moving his middle and his ring finger inside of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"I'd gladly turn you around and make you watch yourself while I fuck you from behind," his voice is low and seductive in your ear and your grip on his jacket tightens, "while you're gripping the sink tightly," he quickens his pace, enjoying the sound of your wet pussy, "and I'd make you cum so hard, you'd forget your own name."

You let out an involuntary whimper and kiss him hard, smudging your rose pink lipstick on the corners of his lips and surprise yourself with your next words, "please, put another finger in me, Matt."

He stops, contemplating his actions, but then agrees, curling three fingers inside of you, earning a low, restricted moan. "Feels good?"

You laugh at the ridiculousness of his question and mutter before kissing him again, "don't stop now."

Soon enough, you feel your legs giving up, your knees bending on their own and you no longer trust leaning on the sink, but fully rely on hanging onto Matt. He felt your orgasm coming way before you did, your pulse spiking up, causing you to take shorter breaths, the lack of oxygen clouding your mind. He sighed at just how good it felt to have you clenching around his fingers, all three of them and gripping his shoulders tightly. He remembered the jolts of electricity he felt when you dug your nails into his back muscles and understood that if he wasn't wearing so many layers, you'd be doing exactly that... Raking his flesh, marking him as yours, because no other man, only him, only Matt, made you feel so good.

"Fuck.", you sigh when he pulls his fingers away, and cross your arms on his shoulders. "I'd do something now if we had more time."

"Yeah, like what?" He gently brushes his nose along yours and connects your foreheads. The coldness from his glasses resting on the bridge of your nose, made him feel a weird wave of relief.

"I can only perform, not describe." You smirk, coming down from the unexpected mid-day high.

"Maybe some other time." Matt pecks your lips, and you try to brush away your lipstick from his lips with your thumb. "We have lots of work to do."

"You should talk to Foggy. I don't... Want to feel like a therapist in your friendship." You pull away, giving Matt his glasses back.

"Have you told him the same thing?" He turns on the water to wash his hands.

"Something similar. I don't know what caused this but if you two continue not talking to each other, then we all might as well leave." You walk out first, hoping to avoid possible suspicion as to where where you for so long.

***

"What's this?" Owsley looks around the dim lit alley and takes a piece of paper from Fisk.

"I asked Wesley to transfer funds for me the night before we found him." Fisk intently looks at Owsley, studying every twich of his muscles.

"I thought financials was my job."

"Yes, that's why I wanted you to have a look at these. There seem to be some irregularities with my accounts."

Owsley scoffs, not sparing a single glance at the papers. "Of course there are. I move money around all the time. It's a shell game to keep the SEC off our backs, it's nothing."

"Your hand's shaking." Fisk doesn't hurry to take the paper back, watching Owsley's hand shake.

"'Cause it's freezing out here!"

"Then why are you sweating, Leland?"

"All right, okay, Jesus. I figured you'd find out sooner or later. What's a guy gonna do?"

"Wesley found out, didn't he? He confronted you and you shot him?" Fisk raises his voice.

Owsley sighs, "I have no idea what happened to Wesley. I wasn't a part of that. But to be frank, I said from the beginning that him messing with that lawyer wasn't going to end well."

"You tried to kill me." Fisk focuses on other perspective of the events that took place at his Gala.

"The poisonings at the benefit were just to make it look like someone was trying to get at you. That lawyer could've died as well and I'd be damn glad if she did, but Wesley was running after her like a lost puppy. A pathetic sight that was, honestly. You know, you and Wesley were more similar than you thought."

It takes a moment for Fisk to connect the dots, "Vanessa? You wanted to kill her?"

"Do you blame us? Just look at what's happened since you took up with her. You've been distracted, emotional, erratic. We just wanted to nudge you back on track. But obviously that went south, so we will be parting ways and I'll be taking half your assets with me."

"You think that I would let you walk away after what you've done?"

"That's exactly what you're gonna do, because I have Detective Hoffman." Owsley takes a big step back, creating more space, "Hoffman never left the city after he murdered his partner in the hospital. I scooped him up, squirreled him away for a rainy day. If I don't check in every 24 hours, Hoffman gets dropped off to the Feds, tells them all the shit he's been up to."

"Hoffman, he's he's a frightened little worm. He would never risk going against me."

"Ten million buys a lot of courage. He thinks he's going into witness protection, get the money on the other side. Now, I know you'll get to him before he cashes in, but by then the damage will already have been done and everything you've been fighting so hard for will come tumbling down." Owsley tries to play cool, holding his ground, but not for long.

"Yeah, but you would get caught up in that as well."

"I've spent my entire life hiding assets overseas for pricks like you. My son and I will be just another transaction, disappearing into the tax-exempt ether. But I'm a fair sort. That's why I'm only taking half your money. You go your way, I go mine. Not what I'd call win-win but it's as close as we're gonna get with this. So we on the same page?" Fisk hesitates to answer, so Leland adds, "I bet you wish you'd had that lawyer on your side now, don't you?"

Fisk punches him, screaming like a predator, and Leland tries tasing him... but Fisk quickly recovers, still shouting, "You hurt her!"

" Wait, wait!" Owsley tries to negotiate, but Fisk pushes him into an elevator shaft.

"You hurt Vanessa!" He comes closer, looking at the pool of blood that grows with every passing moment. Fisk turns to Francis, his bodyguard, "Sweep the city. Find Hoffman and put a bullet in his head."

***

Foggy enters surprisingly well-lit Fogwell's Gym and sees Matt hitting a punching bag quite furiously. Upon hearing Foggy enter, Matt stops and turns around, catching his breath, "How'd you know I was here?"

"Known about your outlet for a while. I didn't say anything because I thought it had something to do with your dad. Now I know better. Thought you'd be out punching people in the head, or whatever you do." Foggy rolls his eyes, keeping his distance.

"I was. Paid Ben's editor a visit." Matt shrugs, and starts rolling off the tape from his hands.

"Ellison?"

"Yeah. Karen thinks he's working for Fisk."

"Did he talk?"

"No, never got close. Wife and kid picked him up outside the office. Try it again tomorrow night."

"Looking like you have some anger issues. Wanna talk about it?"

Matt sends his friend a smirk, "You're not my priest, Foggy who you might have met today if you'd shown up for Ben's funeral."

"Karen's that upset? I told her we had lots of work to do."

"I told her this was my fault all of this between you and me." Matt sighs, "She told me that y/n could've stayed at the office alone."

"When you two left, we did have only a couple of clients come in... But then I got a call from Marci... And just, truth to be told, I enjoyed spending time with our new cases, and not listening to all these people crying at the funeral."

"Wait, Marci called? Are you two back together?" Matt raises an eyebrow, listening to Foggy's heartbeat slightly picking up pace.

"She's been helping me copying files from Landman and Zack on the quiet. Whole stack of documents on their dealings with Fisk, and Owlsley at Silver and Brent."

"Ben is dead, Foggy, because he got dragged into this. And now you're doing the same with Marci." Matt waves his hands in the air, a scowl forming on his face.

"We're being careful-" Foggy answers, sounding like a highschooler who got caught hiding condoms in his drawer.

"This has to stop. Fisk has to - I have to stop this before there's no one left to bury." Matt squeezes his fist tightly, remembering how much you've already had to experience since coming into his life. He didn't want to lose you, especially not now.

"Matt! Last time you went after Fisk, I found you half dead! More than half. You go after him in the mask again, he might kill you. Or you might kill him, which would probably have the same effect on someone as Catholic as you are!" Foggy raises his voice as well, which painfully echoes in the empty space.

"What am I supposed to do? How do I stop him?" Matt starts shouting, his anger getting the best of him quickly.

"By using the law, Matt. Like you told me and Karen to do. That's how we take him down. Come on, there's four of us now, we can create some badass plan and put Fisk behind the bars."

"We? Thought Nelson and Murdock were over." Matt voice gets quieter.

"There's nothing I want more than to find a way back to where we were, but I don't know if we can."

"No, we can't. But maybe we can find a way to move forward, Foggy." Matt steps closer, putting a hand on Foggy's shoulder. "All four of us."

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m34gs · 2 years ago

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What are your top 5 favourite platonic relationships in fiction?

Hi friend!!! Thank you for this ask! I'm so excited for this!!!!!! I had to do some errands earlier so I couldn't answer until now, and then when I had time I got so excited I just had to make myself a cup of tea first! So I shall sip my tea as I answer. Prepare for a Ramble. LOL. As usual, I will be listing this from Fifth to First, with my Top Favourite being last. Also, this list is gonna be HIGHLY subjective. :D Warning for potential spoilers ahead!

5th: Bokuto and Hinata, from Haikyuu!! What I like about this relationship is their dynamic. Hinata is enthusiastic and easily excited and Very Energetic. He's like a mini-Bokuto. And Bokuto loves that. Hinata looks up to him and even decides to become his 'disciple'. I love that Hinata continuously cheers for his senpai, and that Bokuto immediately is like "hell yeah! That's my disciple!!" It's very endearing. It's a very wholesome relationship. The reason it is lower on my list is that while I really love it, I also really really really enjoy the (non-canon) potential darker side of this platonic relationship...I have so far written and posted one fanfic where Bokuto kidnaps Shouyou in a bit of a platonic yandere way, and I really really can't let go of that idea to be honest. It's like an itch in my brain. So, if I get back to feeling like writing and posting more for Haikyuu, I may post more Bokuto tormenting Shouyou. :D

4th: Milly and Meryl from Trigun (1998). I absolutely love these two ladies. They kick ass, support each other, and bring me so much joy. Meryl and Milly work for an insurance company, chasing after Vash the Stampede because of the immense damages he caused in a past fight. They are both strong women, in different ways, and they work so well together. Meryl is the one in charge, but she's very high-strung and sometimes loses sight of things outside of work. Milly comes across as airheaded, and she is physically very strong (her gun is 98kg). She's kind and positive and makes a lot of jokes. Where Meryl gives the orders and keeps them on the right track, Milly is the one who reminds Meryl to stop and smell the flowers once in a while. They're amazing girls and they work very hard. I just really love how they encourage each other, listen to each other, and work together so well.

3rd: In third place is Rin Okumura and Izumo Kamiki, from Blue Exorcist. I actually am fond of most platonic relationships involving Izumo because she is such a tsundere and it's really fun and cute to watch her go through trying to act all prickly when she has become actually fond of her fellow exwires. I chose her and Rin, though, because I think this was one of the bigger turning points for Rin. (Spoilers for Kyoto Arc ahead! If you're caught up on the anime, then no worries!)

On the way to Kyoto, Izumo is the only one who approaches and sits next to Rin. And when he asks if she was afraid, as they now know he is the son of Satan, she responds that shouldn't matter. Sure, he's related to a demon, but Izumo points out that lots of Exorcists are. He just happens to be related to Satan. It's the way she is the first one to treat him as a normal classmate after the reveal...the way she also calls out their other classmates for being cowardly when they found out...it screams Friendship. She may pretend she's aloof most of the time, but she really does care, and this is one of my absolute favourite interactions that shows it. In return, Rin is a very caring and eager person. He definitely appreciates Izumo's actions, and it really shows in parts of the manga (of which I will not speak more since I don't want to spoil things for you!).

2nd: Swindler and Courier from Akudama Drive take the second spot! I think their relationship is really interesting. In my opinion, Courier has a bit of an older brother vibe, which immediately makes me very happy. In the show, I think the scene that cemented their relationship in my eyes was the part where they're trapped in the same scenario replaying over and over in their heads. They're trapped in the same scenario: back at the Takoyaki stand. To me, that emphasizes how much they really impacted each other. I also think by the end of the show they have a lot of trust and loyalty to each other. Swindler and Courier had to know. They Had to know that they weren't making it out alive if they tried to save Brother and Sister. There was no storyline where they would get out of that situation safe and sound. But they still did it, and they did it together. That loyalty and devotion doesn't just happen between everyone. I truly believe they had a special connection and friendship by the end, even if they didn't get to enjoy it for long.

1st: My top favourite is: Natsume and Nyanko-sensei from Natsume Yuujinchou (Natsume's Book of Friends). I just really adore the friendship between these two. Nyanko-sensei, aka Madara, comes across at first as a prickly tsundere with a very proud attitude. He's also a yokai. Natsume is a lonely orphan human who is able to see Yokai. At the start, their relationship is built on a mutually beneficial agreement: Natsume has a Book of Friends from his deceased grandmother which holds the names of yokai she defeated in fights. With their names, he can control them. Madara wants to get his paws on that book. The book makes Natsume a target for yokai who want their names back, or who want to control other yokai, as well as humans who would use the book to control all the yokai in it. Basically, they start as Madara agreeing to be Natsume's body-guard and in exchange Natsume will leave the book to Madara when he passes. But, as Natsume spends more and more time around Madara, they both grow attached. This is how we get lovely lines like "Don't eat my prey" from Madara when rescuing Natsume from other yokai, or situations where Madara is wailing like a child as Natsume returns names from the book to yokai, but actually doing nothing to stop Natsume. I adore them so much, because as Madara softens up, Natsume also opens up and learns how to make and have friends and family. They grow together. It's a really beautiful relationship.

There you have it! My current Top Five Favourite platonic relationships in media! (this is subject to change, of course, as I continue to consume new media, lol). Hope you enjoyed these answers, friend! I had fun writing this for you :D

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leilani-and-kass · 4 years ago

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“No matter where they are... I know Mother and Kai and Chief Makai and everyone in my tribe are with me, and I just have to have hope that I’ll see them again someday. And... and that I’ll continue meeting other nice Pokemon!! It’s just... sometimes, it can be pretty hard to remember that not all Pokemon are as mean as Kass.”

“When I was at this water park place, a friend of mine told me that sometimes bad things that happen to you could help you enjoy the smaller things in life. Or something like that. And that’s what this place and this “Valley-Times” day thing are for me and maybe the other Pokemon here, too. If only for a little tiny bit I can be here with friendlier Pokemon and talk and play and eat some yummy food... then I’m happy enjoying the smaller things in life when I can.”

“... It’s just too bad it can’t last forever and forever, but then, Mother did tell us once that nothing is forever.”

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kiwanopie · 2 years ago

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pls pls pls brat tamer yuta

thought about brat tamer Yuuta and blacked out. this was in my docs for some reason when I came to again.

Don’t be so mean to Yuuta!

cw: brat tamer! yuuta x fem!reader. smut. pussy slapping. multiple creampies. praise. edging. overstimulation. mirror sex. man handling. floor fucking. minors do not interact.

wc: 1.7k

“Please, I’m-“

“Sorry?”

Yuuta’s voice sends shivers up your spine from where his lips are planted on the sensitive spots of your nape, making hot tracks as his tongue skims over a good spot.

“I bet you are, baby.” He hums. “My sweet girl…”

Doesn’t mean he’ll let up though. If the way his grip tightens over your torso should mean anything. Tucked underneath you on the corner edge of your bed with your back pressed against his chest and his hands touching everywhere.

You don’t know what you did to deserve this. Actually, you know exactly what you did to deserve this, but you didn’t expect he’d be so harsh about it. Let him tell it and he’ll say his “Bratty baby decided to be mean for no reason.” Let you tell it and:

“Why’re you dodging my kisses?”

You roll your eyes from where he’s pouting over you, pointedly shrugging his hands off of your waist when he tries to pull you closer to him. “Why would I want your stupid kisses?”

Yuuta gapes a little at that, a little confused, a little wounded. “My kisses aren’t-? Where’s this attitude coming from?”

“I don’t have an attitude.” Which Yuuta finds hard to believe, with how your face gets all scrunched up in his attempts to crowd you in his space again. Cute little bottom lip jutting out under the shine of your flavored lip gloss and he can’t help but wanna coo at how squeezable you look when you’re throwing a fit.

Although, with the mood you’re in he fears he might come up short a hand if he actually tried to. The way you turn your shoulder at him has him following on your heels like a lost dog. “Not like you’re asking ‘cause you care.”

“Hello? Why wouldn’t I…?” Yuuta stumbles. “Baby, what? You were fine just earlier, did I do something wrong?”

Other than blow you off for like eighty percent of the day? Sure, he invited you to watch him train - bought you lunch when he realized he’d be at it longer than he anticipated, and gave you his phone to entertain yourself with when yours eventually died from being out so long. But he promised the two of you would actually get to hang out today! Not sit on those stupid stone bleachers till your bottom got all sore. Feeding him water in between breaks and pretending like this isn’t the unteenth time something like this has happened.

You’re fed up. He never wants to do what you want anymore. “No, no. Don’t even worry about it. You must be tired anyway. What with all the training you got in.”

Yuuta briefs a few long strides till he’s standing in the pathway to your bedroom door, walking back on his heels as you try to push past him. “I’m not? Is this about that? I didn’t mean to keep you out all day if that’s-��

“It’s whatever.”

“No. It’s not whatever. Clearly you’re upset.” His eyes follow you as he finally plops himself on top of your mattress. Yuuta’s long legs hang off the side so much his knees bend a little and he slumps when you opt to ignore him in favor of fishing your closet for something more comfortable.

“Baby- I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me what’s going on. What’s got you all cranky?”

“Cranky.” You grumble under your breath. “Can't even be mad without you underplaying everything.”

You step out of your closet with a little dress on that makes his face hot. Pretty mint thing that makes you look softer than you already are, even as you throw him a mean glare on your way to your hamper.

“So, you are mad?”

“I’m not.”

“You totally are.”

“I’m not.” You hiss this time. “Maybe you’re just an asshole!”

Whoops.

Which, come to think of it, maybe blowing up at him for no apparent reason was a little much - but it can’t be helped. Especially when you immediately freeze in place over the tension that overcomes the room at your sudden outburst. Yuuta’s brows furrow as his jaw clenches and he stares at you with the kind of blank look that usually comes about when he’s mulling over something.

You expect him to get up and leave the room. Let your respective parties cool off after you’ve just crossed the line by cursing at him so harshly. You expect a kinder punishment than the one he actually has in store.

But instead Yuuta sighs and straightens his back, spreads his legs a little to make room for you. “Come here.”

“Yuu-“

“Mh. Sit down.”

This is just cruelty.

You whimper at the way his fingers skirt over your aching clit, wet sloppy sounds of your lips parting over his glossy digits as he feels around your gooey center. You’re dripping. Soaking the little sliver of mattress you’re hovering over but the meanest part is that it isn’t just your slick that’s making such a mess.

Through misty eyes do you still see the reflection of his throbbing cock splitting you open in the vanity mirror across the room. Slow rhythmless grinding that could just barely push you over the edge if it weren’t for all the-

Smack!

You must’ve been squirming again.

Your broken voice clips in tandem with the loud slap that comes from his sudden assault on your aching pussy, nigh earning another one at the way your hips jump too suddenly in his lap. This is your punishment. Watching in lust dazed envy as your lover fucks you slowly on his cock. Listening to his heated breaths, feeling his hands all over you, being wholly enveloped by him. His voice pitches as his cock swells in your already gooey insides. You can do nothing but whine as he belts his arms around you and cums again with a broken grunt in your ear.

You sniffle as he presses a few scattered kisses behind your ear, already raising his hips to continue. “Please… please let me cum, Yuu..”

“Hhm? No one’s stopping you?”

“But I need-“

“What’dya need an asshole like me for, pretty girl?” And even though he’s being bitter his tone is still sugary. “This little princess cunt can cum all on her own, huh?”

The way you tighten around him has him groaning drunkenly in your ear. “God, you feel so fucking good..”

“Yuutaa, I can’t- I can’t without you. Please…!!”

Yuuta breathes a sigh into the crook of your neck.

He’s been going at this for what feels like forever. At this point you’re so on edge that you’ve started to goosebump and you can’t help yourself but to twitch and whine whenever he grinds against a good spot. Through the overstimulation he’s unsatiated. He can’t fuck into his perfect little pussy the way he wants without risking you getting away with that nasty attitude of yours. Hurting his feelings like you did. And being anything other than his sweet - obedient little girl.

Because bad girls. - Brats like you don’t deserve to get fucked all nice and fair like you’ve been begging him to this past hour or so. They don’t deserve gentleness on their raw little clits or any moment of reprieve you should expect from taking load after load since being seated in his lap like this.

They deserve to be treated like a hole, because that’s all you’re good for right now.

The quick intake of breath he takes startles you almost as much as the feeling of your arms being pulled back behind you. You wobble a little on your numbing legs as he uses his knees to help support you in a stand, and shutter as he presses one last kiss to your nape before standing to his height completely.

And then he starts drilling.

Yuuta has to keep his eyes from rolling back at the way he watches your reflection drool. “O-Oh! Oh, yes! Oh fuck yes, baby!”

He keeps a concentrated frown as he thrusts into you through clenched teeth.

“You’re so-“ Pap! “Fucking spoiled,” Pap! Pap! “You can’t even…mfh, act like you’re learning anything fr’m this..!”

”m’sorry..” You babble. “So s-sorry! M’so sorry, Yuu. So-… p-please… fffuck! Fuck fuck fuck!”

“S’that all you can say? Does my brat even know what she’s apologizing for?”

Your face drops out of view of the mirror when the effort to keep your neck craned up becomes too muscle consuming, most of your muscles too busy constricting and spazzing in the wake of your first orgasm. Honestly, you barely have the wherewithal to speak let alone put together a coherent thought. But you figure not responding might come at the expense of the mind numbing bliss you’re experiencing at the moment.

“F’being so mean! I didn’t-“ You gasp at the way he presses his hips against your backside, grinding himself in so thoroughly that you nearly lose your train of thought.

“I just… wanted ta spend more time with you, Yuu…!”

Yuuta pauses a quick pensive beat.

And then you’re on the floor.

He presses a hand into the middle of your back to keep you arched all prettily for him, the other, knuckle deep in your hair as he mushes your cheek into the floorboards. “So, y’ thought the best way to do that was to call me an asshole?”

“I whasn’t ‘hinking…!”

“Ohh of course you weren’t, baby,” Yuuta shudders at the way you feel creaming on him a second time. “‘Can’t be doing too much thinking now, anyways.”

You’re every nerve ending in your body when he deepens his thrusts to curve himself over your messy form, completely and utterly lost in pleasure as he pulls your head up by your hair and meets your teary eyes with his own - pupils dilated by pure affection.

“Think you can tell me what we learned outta all this? Or have you completely checked out at this point.”

“D-Don’t… don’t be so mean to Yuuta!!”

He chuckles. The kiss he places over your ear nearly pushes you over the edge as much as what he says does. “Good girl! That’s my girl. So smart.”

Your eyes roll as he unceremoniously drops your head to fuck you with more earnest. Much to your poor pussy’s dismay. “Let’s spend more time together, baby. - Just you and me.”

He coos at the way your drool starts to gather in a cute little puddle under your cheek. “After I’m sure my baby’s learned her lesson.”

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doodles-with-noodles · 2 years ago

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You know what awaits you… rambling round instead of artwork! Ye! Today I want to talk about many things, so I’m going to make a list like the first time I explained the AU (doing these things is saving my life). So let’s dive into some Background/story stuff!

Why are there two Hiccups if the name only belongs to people from the Haddock clan?

A question I asked myself, with only one answer: they’re really related. Not very close, though. But they’re both from the Haddock clan. I know that Movie Hiccup is called Hiccup III. too, but I refer to him as Hiccup II. Now, that doesn’t mean that our Hiccup II. is just ereased, not at all! I simply changed the number from three to two first to avoid confusion, but then my brain came up with… BOOM BACKSTORY! I talked earlier about that there was a event when the old Berkians split up, right? So when Grimbeard was King, the Haddock clan was very, very big and one of the most important ones too. They left their old island when he was crowned and came to new Berk in the middle of the Archipelago (old Berk is the Berk behind the fog wall). When Hiccup II. was killed the entire clan literally got stripped of its honor (a father who kills his son? A great no no). A big part of it split itself from the others and returned in shame to old Berk and basically exiled themselves. That’s why in the movies no one dares to go beyond the fog wall. Of course there were also other families and clans who followed them, disgusted of what happened. Most of their history got forgotten after that because all the documents of the family were, of course still with Grimbeard. They intentionally forgot their own history and that there was a Hiccup II. and moved on. That’s why we have a Hiccup II. and a Hiccup III. They’re, as I said, just related very distantly but do they care? Nope.

Why is Hiccup III. a nasty little warcriminal doing warcriminal stuff?

Well first. He is a actual warcriminal. Second, I thought but why aren’t Camicazi and Fishlegs with him? Sadly, I found the answer. They lost eachother right after being reunited! That sucks! I am evil! But yeah, he’s on a quest to find his friends. And he’s bothering those dragonhunters to find out if they got captured. To say it, he has almost no inside information so the fact that he’s working together with the dragonriders who think he has inside information gets even funnier because he has to pretend he knows more than he actually does. He is so small, angry and stressed. And he’s doing all of this just to gain more information, pretending he has information, so their interactions are the biggest shitshow you’ve ever seen. The dragonriders just want to know why there are suddenly so much dragonhunters. The gang is yelling at eachother. Hiccup III. looks like he had pitch black coffee with too much sugar in the morning. Of course at some point everything goes wrong, as expected but hey. At least he has more found family right now.

What is up with the time limit until the coronation?

I stretched that and gave them more time to complete the movie timeline and get their shit together. Almost two years. Because I am very soft for their dynamic. When they meet Hiccup will soon turn twenty, small Hiccup is still thirteen (or four, if you want so).

Also Language (Dragonese voice accent ect.)

All Dragons, even the movie ones speak dragonese. Because think of the possibilities. Big Toothless. Speaking.

Also imagine book Hiccup having a light scottish accent that would be so funny. Maybe new Berk is nearer to the coast? Idk it just would be funny if you have big no accent Hiccup and this small filthy scottish accent Hiccup. Maybe if he gets angry he suddenly starts screaming like he had a heavy accent the entire time… also I had to think about his voice because it’s difficult growing when you’re not really healthy and a late bloomer and maybe he has like suddenly more that problem of a voice switching octaves randomly and he’s so frustrated :’) like in he’s only now really getting a boost in growing up and it’s happening faster than before, just a headcanon actually and does not have really to do anything with the AU.

I’ll leave you with all of that.

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harryssweatcreaturee · 3 years ago

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it would be as if Harry were interacting with an ex-girlfriend (or some friend) and the reader got jealous. or it could also be the other way around, like harry jealous that y/n is talking to some ex-boyfriend or friend

the one where y/n gets jealous

a/n: i wrote this quickly in between chores an exams so i hope this is what you asked for <33333

word count: 838

warnings: angst

(Y/N) was missing Harry so much even though they lived together.

He had been so busy between recording at the studio and attending meetings back-to-back, getting home so late and tired. They barely saw each other during the day and at night, they’d just cuddle and go to sleep.

(Y/N) wasn’t a jealous person for the most part. She knew Harry had a very demanding career; she knew what she signed up for. She’d never think Harry was running off to cheat on her and giving her the lame excuse about work, but after last night, she couldn’t help it.

Harry had warned her that it was going to be another long day because Jeff told him he had to meet with a couple of people after the studio. She spent the rest of her evening on their couch, watching reruns of Friends. Like always, she’d patiently wait for Harry to come home, occasionally scrolling through her phone or just quick update texts with Harry. So, she was doing just that, a blanket messily covering her legs with her phone aimlessly scrolling through Instagram when she came upon a post of Harry with Kendall. She knew it was recent because he was wearing the same exact outfit he left with earlier that day. And what made it worse, Harry was sitting right beside her, huge smile on his face.

Her heart was racing in anger and jealousy. She couldn’t help it. Especially since they were exes and she always compared herself to her. The gorgeous model Harry was once with. Of course, she’d never tell him that, but this post made it so much worse.

(Y/N) clicked on the account to find that they’d post a few more pictures and it tore her heart. Harry looked so happy next to her. She locked her phone, leaving it on the coffee table before going up to their room to take a shower in hopes that the water would wash away her jealousy.

It didn’t work.

She purposely left her phone downstairs to keep herself from looking at those pictures and calling Harry in a jealous rage which was so unlike her though she felt like fire was flowing through her veins just thinking of the two of them together.

It had been an hour since she’d seen the pictures. (Y/N) was now laying on her bed, TV on with the volume low – she could hear the front door open and Harry automatically calling out her name.

Harry was worried. He always gave her a quick call when he’d be on his way home to let her know, and he got even more worried when he walked in and (Y/N) wasn’t waiting for him on the couch.

She always waited for him on the couch.

“Baby?” He called out, walking up the stairs.

(Y/N) ignored his calling, eyes still glued to the TV.

Harry finally reached their room, opening the door and feeling relief wash over him when he saw her lying in bed just watching the television.

“Got scared, m’love. Didn’t answer my call and y’weren’t downstairs.” He was ignored again. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Harry started thinking about what he did all day, trying to figure if he’d done something wrong to make her upset but nothing came up.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong? Turn around, look at me.”

“Don’t want to.”

“Turn around. And look at me.” Harry stated sternly and on a louder note. She took in a deep breath, turning around to face Harry with a serious look on her face.

“Yes?”

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You like to pretend I don’t know you, but I know you better than you know yourself. So, I’ll ask you one more time. Why are you ignoring me?”

(Y/N) sighed angrily, not knowing how to bring up the fact that she was upset without sounding like a crazy, controlling girlfriend. That’s the last thing she wanted to be.

“Why were you with Kendall today? And so happy with her too.”

Harry immediately sighed, shaking his head as he approached their bed to sit on the edge. “Oh, honey. We just met up because Vogue wants us to collab for a shoot. We were with our managers too. Was nothing out of this world, that I can promise you. No need to be jealous.”

Though she couldn’t help but still be a bit jealous, relief replaced the anger in her veins, looking up at Harry with a frown. “I’m not jealous.” Harry chuckled with a small nod. “Yeah, y’are.” He scooted closer to take her into a hug, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“You never have to worry. Y’the only one for me. I love you so, so much, angel. Promise.”

A smile adorned her lips, eyes looking at Harry full of love and attentively on him. The man never failed to let his girl know just how much he loved him and how he was made just for her. Especially when she needed a little extra reassurance.

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creativeashproductions · 4 years ago

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Proceed With Caution // Evan Buckley

IN WHICH: The reader doesn’t expect to become involved in a hostage situation with her fiance’s older sister, the older sister’s best friend and the best friend’s date from hell. With the addition of a SWAT member, how will the taking of dispatch change?

Warnings: Swearing, blood, threats, angst, guns, hostage/kidnapping

Words: 5.9k

A/N: Recently got into the tv show 9-1-1 and completely fell in love with Buck so here I am writing for him as well. This takes place during the season three episode ‘The Taking of Dispatch 9-1-1’. Reader and Buck are already in an established relationship.

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The apartment was quiet as the sound of your keys clattered in the bowl on the countertop. It was pretty early in the morning, so you had no doubts that Buck would be just waking up. On his days off, he would use the first day to catch up on sleep; based on prior times, he would be up in half an hour.

“Buck?” You called out from the kitchen. You heard a groan from the loft where Buck was in the process of waking up, “I forgot to drop off that book Maddie wants to borrow. When I get back, do you want to get breakfast?”

A grumble you somehow translated to approval was what you received in response. You jogged up the stairs to the loft to grab the book from your bookshelf. Buck’s bare leg stretched out from underneath the comforter on your side. The soft sighs Buck made in his sleepy state tugged at your heart; the sighs grew louder when you bent to kiss his head.

“See you in a bit.” You whispered to the sleepy soft male. He sleepily grinned in response before curling into your pillow.

The sound of your footsteps softened on the steps back to the main level of the apartment. Your keys snagged from the bowl before you gently closed the door behind you. The sun was gorgeous to be awake to see and had Buck not worked a long shift, you’d have adored watching it with him.

Your car pulled out of the parking spot in the Los Angeles Service Center’s direction that Maddie worked at. Your lips quirked as the radio spewed out the station that Christopher listened to in the car. You could even pick up the book in the backseat where he called his spot. The book could be found in Buck’s Jeep as well.

It had maybe three days since you’d seen the young Diaz, and damn did you miss the kid. Christopher has his enigmatic quality that demanded you love him for all that made him simply Christopher. The second you’d met him, you knew he would mean a lot to you.

You hummed in time with the song that was currently Christopher’s absolute favourite. Slowly you went from humming to singing along when the light turned green. A handful of songs came and went on the admittedly long drive due to traffic.

It was about forty minutes after leaving your apartment that you parked next to Maddie’s car in the parking lot. Lucy was sitting at the front office with a grin you matched. The woman buzzed you before she clocked out with her reprieve Jake.

“Hey, Sue!” You grinned at the older redhead. Sue had absolutely no problem seeing you, given that you were welcome in the building.

Sue’s first interaction was when you came to the centre to pick up Maddie when she came to work sick. Maddie had managed to keep it under wraps for an hour before Sue caught on. Ever since, Sue was fond of asking Maddie about her brother and you.

“Maddie’s not in just yet.” Sue spoke with a kind smile, “If you’ll excuse me, I have to meet with one of our sit alongs.”

You nodded towards her while beelining for the woman’s bathroom, hoping to catch Maddie after using it. You’d drank too much water on your run earlier this morning. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate in the time you’d entered the bathroom, several things happened. Lucy ended her shift, Jake started his shift, and a group of strangers entered the building.

Your hand went to push open the door when through the crack, you saw two men you’d never seen before. Years of your job gave you enough feeling to know that something wasn’t right. That being said, you eased the door closed and attempted to find a hiding spot.

The garbage was too narrow and had no lid. The few seconds you had left, you glanced up. The ceiling hadn’t been renovated in many years. Rectangular sheets could be raised. Thankful of the rock climbing lessons you’d done with Maddie, you managed to crawl into the ceiling just as the two men entered.

“Nobody’s here.” The one-man with his head as pale and shiny as a cue ball. He gave off the most creepy vibe; the shorter Hispanic man wasn’t as violent looking, “Kinda hoping someone tries something. I’ve wanted to try out this.”

The man waved the large gun in his hand with a sick smile that twisted your stomach. That was the moment you’d realized something was very wrong. The second they left, you gently dropped back on the ground. Your first instinct was to send a message to Athena, but there was a fatal flaw. You’d expected to be in and out of the building quickly, so you’d left your phone in the car.

“Fuck.” You swore. One hand roughly running over your forehead as you contemplated figuring out a plan.

The building had many cameras throughout that you knew the blindspots for. The year after high school and during the summers, you’d worked in the building. Despite having worked here when you were younger, it was never during Sue’s shift. Over the years, you’d come to know the blind spots and a few cameras that were decoys. You even remembered Maddie and her friend Josh complaining about three cameras not fixed yet.

“Think.” You breathed, making a pattern of pacing, “They’ll need a lookout. They’ll take out the security guard first. The front doors are out. It’s a team, so they’ll also need eyes on the building. Terry is definitely a hostage.”

Of course, you’d end up in a volatile situation during the first half of your day before your shift started. The only comforting thing about the situation was the holstered gun on your hip and the badge on your belt. Maybe you should backtrack to why you had a gun and badge; you were an LAPD member, specifically SWAT.

“The changeroom.” You breathed, recalling it was down the hall with no camera. All you needed to do was pretend to be a dispatcher. The changeroom, now mostly a file room, had a few extra maroon and blue uniform shirts.

You timed it. The man holding Sue’s tablet was in the process of talking with his cohort, so you dashed to the room. You took no time in changing into a loose maroon shirt with your thick sweater overtop to hide the gun in the small of your back.

Your holster, badge and personal shirt tucked in the bottom of a box for safekeeping. As soon as you saw your entry, you sat with the group of hostages a hall over. A few looked surprised but let it go when you raised one finger to your lips.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” Maddie hissed from the other side of a startled Josh. Both of them were surprised at seeing you here, “Oh my god. Buck is going to kill me.”

“I was dropping off your book before I get breakfast with Buck, but it appears my small bladder saved my life.” You snarked with your eyes scanning the room, “What’s going on?”

“That is my date from hell, Greg.” Josh inconspicuously pointed towards the man, clearly giving orders. The anger flared inside you, “You need to get out.”

“Josh, no offence, but I’m an officer with the LAPD. I work with SWAT. I’m your best bet of making it out alive.” You informed the dispatch duo, who went still as Cue Ball patrolled the hallway with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

“They took control of the building for a reason we don’t know about. We’re still working but under strict monitoring. They said it will be an hour, but we’ve seen their faces.”

“No witnesses.” You finished for Maddie with a deep sigh, “Unfortunately I left my phone in the car. Did they take yours-”

“They took Linda’s EpiPen. Of course, we don’t have phones.” Maddie sighed, leaning back to rest her head against the wall. Not even having a SWAT member by her side was comforting; your badge put a more significant target on you.

“We have to warn someone.” Josh mumbled to both Maddie and you, “You’re on shift Y/N?”

“Not for a few hours. I was supposed to drop off the book and get breakfast with Buck before my shift. This was supposed to be five minutes tops, so I left my phone in my car.”

“I already did.” Maddie spoke with a sad look on her face that overtook the fear, “I just hope he gets the message.”

Your hand reached out to squeeze the woman you’d had a hand in raising Buck more than their parents. Maddie had become family when you first started dating Buck. The in-law part of her familial relationship to you never crossed your minds; you were simply sisters to each other.

“Who?”

“Chim. I told him I loved him.” Maddie finished with a teary gaze. It made you sick seeing that look again after Doug.

You remembered seeing that haunted look when she stumbled out of the thicker woods covered in blood. You’d stayed by Athena’s side when Buck clutched her so tight and sobbed with her. It had been before you’d become serious with the man, but it was that frightening day that Buck fell for you. You’d just finished a taxing shift with your team when you heard about Maddie was missing, and Chim was in the hospital. You’d ignored the exhaustion to search high and low through your work contacts before narrowing the search area.

“Good thing Chimney obsesses over the little things.” You spoke, slouching down against the wall, “We’ll get throu-”

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Maddie warned you with her brows furrowed together, and you saw what she was doing. Despite your years of experience and the gun you had, she pushed her fear down behind the concern that a big sister shows her young siblings.

“I won’t.”

At 8am, Buck was just entering the apartment building from grabbing the mail addressed to both you and him when Chim had called.

“Yup, go for Buck.” Buck spoke, opening the door to the apartment he’d only temporarily left. His morning had been late after his long shift the night before. The most productive thing was dressing for his breakfast date with you and grabbing the mail.

“How come 9-1-1 doesn’t respond when I call?” Chimney questioned the younger, now confused male.

“Uh, is that some kind of riddle? Like who watches the watchmen?” Buck asked, closing the door behind him. His eyes scanned around for any indication you’d returned home, but the bowl was vacant of your keys.

“Neither of those things are riddles. Okay, I just tried calling 9-1-1, and I got the high call volume message. Did I miss an earthquake or something?”

“Nope, pretty chill morning.” Buck responded as he closed the fridge door with a bottle of water in hand. The entire conversation wasn’t concerning to him, given that Chimney was often like this.

“Where’s Y/N? She’s the police she’ll know-”

“She’s not home right now. Wait, why are you calling 9-1-1? Is everything okay?” Buck slowly asked with his brows coming together. The sigh of frustration from Chimney was answer enough.

“Your sister said that she loved me.”

“Yeah. Wasn’t that uh, the whole point in that big date you had last night?” Buck inquired on his way to the table. He had a feeling this was going to be a long conversation that would hopefully pass the time until you got home.

“You declare your love, and she declares hers? That’s how it went with Y/N and me.”

“Yeah, I know, okay, but she didn’t, all right? At least not last night. Look, she made this big deal saying that she couldn’t say those words, and then this morning, she blurts them out and hangs up on me.” Chimney speaks, pacing in his own apartment. The side by the side of Chimney and Buck’s separate apartments told different tales of their states.

“It’s still not quite sounding like an emergency.”

“’Cause I sound insane.” Chimney spoke, staring up at the ceiling with a battle in his mind. He wants Buck to talk him out of this, but he also wants Buck to agree with him, “She’s at the call centre. What could happen there? You know what, forget it, I’ll try Y/N again.”

“Again?” Buck questioned just as his co-worker ended the call. Buck tugged his phone away from his ear to stare at it confused.

You always answered the phone if you weren’t working at the moment, but given you still had hours, he found it unsettling. After seeing the news report with the ladder truck on top of him, calls weren’t ignored between you two. That feeling of concern grew when you didn’t answer his call either. Nor the second one.

“Nah, she’s probably talking with Maddie.” Buck spoke, but that second-guessing feeling didn’t dissipate.

In the call centre, you’d been marched to one of the stations with a deep hope that you’d remember everything. It had been years by then since you’d worked as a dispatcher. It didn’t help with the gunmen patrolling the room.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” You calmly questioned the caller.

“Hi, my cat is up the tree by my house. Could you send someone?”

“Can I get your name?” You went through the motions of getting her name and address before you informed the woman, “Okay, the LAFD and LAPD no longer respond to calls of cats in trees. The cat will make its way down on its own. If the tree is in your backyard, I’d use the time to garden or read a book on this beautiful day.”

“Oh, thank you. I’m sorry for taking up your time.”

“It’s no problem. Having a wonderful day Susan.”

In no time at all, you’d been rotated into the board room away from Josh and Maddie. It gave you time to inspect everyone you hadn’t made contact with yet. No one appeared harmed other than in distress with the situation.

“Downtown. They don’t want anyone downtown.” Linda whispered as Maddie was guided onto the floor by the elbow. You’d only gathered her name from her near-silent introduction to you when the hired guns had been far from your area.

“Let’s go.” Greg snapped, roughly pushing you towards the conference room. Something deep in your gut already predicted that someone was going to be stupid.

It was your sharp eyesight catching the minuscule agitation in Greg’s interactions with the Cue Ball guy. The slight tightening of his grip on the gun, the tension in the room growing stifling. And everyone knows that when emotions run high stupid things happen.

“Why do they keep moving us around like this?” The man beside Maddie questioned. He was definitely the most shaken of the group. He was basically shaking like a chihuahua.

“To disorient us.” Maddie spoke, staring at the group monitoring the dispatchers currently in play. Her eyes refused to leave them.

“So, we can’t make a plan.” You finished for your sister-in-law. Objectively out of everyone, Maddie, Sue and you were the most collected individuals for various reasons.

Maddie had lived in a volatile house with a man that could be unpredictable if a situation called for it in his mind. Sue had been working in the centre for years to navigate the emergency while you walked into dangerous situations.

“Jamal.” The shaking man spoke, holding his hand out towards you, “Are you new?”

“No.” You spoke as you shook his hand, “I’m Y/N. Maddie’s sister-in-law. I’m filling in as a favour for Sue.”

The lie slipped off your lips a little too quickly. You decided to come to this hostage situation as if you were undercover. It meant having to ignore that Maddie was in the situation with you.

“Worst day for a favour.” Jamal snorted with his eyes pinned on one of the armed men holding all your lives in their hands. You’d have spoken, but Jamal checked out mentally from the conversation waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The shoe dropped when the IT Specialist announced numbly, “Jake’s dead. They shot him.”

It didn’t matter how long you’d been working for the LAPD, any death, whether it was a civilian or a criminal, it was still was startling. Jake, the security guard that alternated shifts with Lucy, wasn’t someone you spoke with. He was on shift when you weren’t here or just missed the shift change.

“We need to get a message out.” Jamal spoke, glancing at the only people in the right state of mind, and those were Maddie, Josh and you. Terry had seen the violence these men had no issues with.

“I did.” Josh breathed, thinking of the arguably cute security guard he sometimes liked to stare at, “A woman called about onions in an omelette. I dispatched an officer.”

“To the restaurant?” Maddie inquired with her pinkie connected with yours for comfort. Both of you would prefer your SO’s hand instead.

“Not exactly.” Josh replied, staring at his best friend with a glimpse of hope in his brown eyes.

Hope may be the only way you could get out of this without hurting anyone in your admittedly surface level plan.

“Buck will think something is up.” You added

Buck had begun pacing the kitchen of the apartment with Chim adamantly telling his friend his plan to go to the centre. Buck had joined Chimney in the concerned department when you had failed to return to the apartment, return calls and to make matters worse, so was Maddie. His texts had gone unanswered as well, not even having the read receipt on.

“She’s not picking up either. I tried Y/N and Josh, but neither replied. When I tried Maddie and Josh, it went straight to voicemail.”

“Now, I’m definitely going.” Chimney announced, shoving his wallet into his pocket just as someone began knocking on his door.

“What if something is wrong? I know Y/N is a member of SWAT but radio silence? No text to let me know she was called in early?” Buck thought aloud with his finger dragging along his thigh, “Maybe we should call the police.”

“I...think someone already did.” Chimney informed Buck as he stared at the sudden appearance of Sergeant Athena Grant at his door.

“What? What do you mean?” Buck hastily questioned, leaning against the kitchen island. He could just faintly hear Athena speaking on Chimney’s end of the phone, “Chimney? What’s going on?”

“Athena was sent to my apartment. Hang on, Buck, I’m just gonna tell Athena what’s going on.”

Buck stepped away from the island to settle on the stairs to the loft, impatiently waiting for Chimney to finish speaking. That fear of losing pieces of his life expanded deep in his gut, just like the times Maddie left in his childhood. That fear of being left behind.

“What’s she’s saying now?”

“She’s making her case.” Chim whispered as he continued to eavesdrop on Athena’s call with her higher-ups, “Now she’s folding like a cheap suit.”

“All right, let me talk to Athena.” Buck demanded antsy to figure out the situation that clearly had something wrong. That fear he’d thought of early flared catching the tail end of Athena’s conversation, “No! No, no. We can’t just send in SWAT. If there is someone inside the call centre doing something, they’ll know we’re onto them.”

Unfortunately, Buck was correct in this thought process, all thanks to living with a SWAT member. He knew these things after the years he’d been with you.

“Maddie? I think I can sneak up to Terry’s computer. Maybe get eyes on the place-”

“No!” Terry nearly shouted, stiffening when Cue Ball hesitated in the doorway at his sudden shouts. You all held your breath for his reaction, but thankfully he was called away by one of the men, “They have-”

“Terry, I need you to calm down. I’m familiar with these types of situations. I’m SWAT. I need to get on top of this. Don’t be a hero.”

Maddie’s head began to shake when your arm was roughly grabbed by Greg, “Your turn.”

You were separated from Josh and Maddie, but instead of being pushed into one of the dispatcher seats, you were pulled to the original hallway.

“I don’t like how friendly you are with them.” Greg spat, shoving you to rest against the wall, “Don’t move.”

You catch the eyes of Maddie with an apologetic expression before you used the pacing routine to sneak away. You didn’t release your breath until you were attaching your holder to your hip in the change room. By now, your team would be aware that something was wrong, Hondo would be hell-bent on finding you.

Until you had help, you were on your own.

You used each blindspot of the cameras in the halls to the stairwell, and you used a broom to adjust the cameras. The cameras not kept you from view but not appearing suspicious. Once at the floor where Terry was practically always at you softly closed the door.

You’d only started to sit down when you heard the ding of the elevator, “Shit.”

You slipped into the closest containing extra parts if anything broke. Through the crack, you saw Terry being held at gunpoint. The gunman that had been holding the tablet on the floor, Ellis as you’d heard.

“You’re telling me every cop in the city has just disappeared?” Ellis demanded as Terry, and he disappeared around one of the corners. The tapping of a screen indicating Ellis was searching for something with Terry’s involuntary help.

“I’m telling you, I don’t know!” Terry snapped back, creating even more tension in the room, but Ellis didn’t move to grab his gun.

Ellis appeared to the only one reluctant to discharge your weapon, unlike Cue Ball, who just happened to join the party.

“Figure it out!” Ellis spat, turning on his heel at the sound of approaching footsteps. You could see him roll his eyes at his team member walking into the room.

“What’s going on here?” Cue ball questioned the duo in different kinds of distress, and you swore Cue Ball enjoyed the intimidation from his teammate and the IT specialist.

“That police car’s not the only one that’s gone dark.” Ellis nervously spoke, stiffening for the volatile reaction that one could expect from Foster.

“You think they know we’re here?”

“Foster, it could be a system glitch.” Ellis offered keeping one eye on Cue Ball while monitoring Terry’s work as well.

Cue Ball spoke a sentence that sent chills up your spine, “Time to cut our losses.”

As Foster and Ellis began going over their personal plans made out of Greg’s knowledge, you noticed Terry glance over. His eyes widened slightly before quickly looking away when you raised a finger across your lips.

“We can go down the back stairs. I have a car waiting around the corner, we split the art up between the five of us, and we go our separate ways.” Foster spoke, revealing his plan to double-cross Greg, which in all honesty made sense. Greg was ill-fitting to be in charge of their operation, unable to control his lackeys.

“I like that part of the deal.” Ellis breathed, skirting around the trigger happy criminal only to halt in his steps, “Wait, you’ve got a car parked down the street? You were always gonna double-cross Greg.”

“You weren’t?”

“If we’re gonna do this, you can’t just sell famous works of art on eBay.”

“You can’t sell them from prison either.”

At that moment, something almost shifted in the area, something that made you pull your gun from your holster. Your body telling you something was about to happen. It happened in a split second. Foster fled the room leaving only Ellis just outside. With Terry frantically shaking his head, you tiptoed to the unsuspecting criminal.

“LAPD!” You shouted, pointing your gun towards the shocked man, “Put the gun down and put your hands up.”

“Aren’t you a dispatcher?” Ellis questioned, blinking in surprise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be intelligent? Next time check the schedule I haven’t worked here in years.” You spat, keeping your gun pointed on him, “Do I say-”

The sound of two guns going off made Terry flinch and scream as he instinctively dropped to the ground. IT was supposed to be safe, but Terry had now heard three gunshots in under two hours. He really didn’t want to see the outcome of the shots.

A moan coaxed Terry to peek out through the privacy glass. Ellis was on the ground while you kept your gun on him. He didn’t see anything else when the power went out. He didn’t see you drop to your knees, but he heard you.

“Terry...get down. Lay on your stomach with your hands insight, and don’t move.” You informed the terrified IT just as the floor was swarmed.

“Put the gun down!” The sound of Tan’s voice was welcoming as you slowly placed the gun on the ground. “25-David I have Y/L/N. The suspect is down, need medical.”

You got back to your feet when Tan nodded his head, “Thank god. There’s a possible body in the IT room along with the It Specialist Terry.”

“You got your badge on you?” Tan questioned as he cuffed the moaning Ellis up, “Street can you escort her down?”

Street nodded from his position, watching Tan’s back before guiding you to the stairs with hawk eyes. Even off duty, you kept your head on a swivel.

“You caused quite the commotion.” Street spoke halfway down the stairs when you barely mumbled. He caught you as you went down like a sack of potatoes, “Y/N!”

“Adrenaline is crashing.” You moaned, looking at your shoulder where the maroon had grown darker, “I think he shot me.”

“26-David I’m in the stairway. Prepare a medic.” Street spoke into his radio before he strapped the gun away and swept you into his arms, “Think you can have my back?”

“When don’t I?” You wheezed, with the sweat starting to bead on your forehead. As you crashed from adrenaline, you barely noticed being placed on the ground at the main entrance.

A paramedic cutting your borrowed shirt to reveal the bullet hole in your shoulder courtesy of Ellis, the only member who’d thought wouldn’t shoot his gun. You could vaguely hear Maddie calling out your name as you were loaded onto a gurney.

“M-Maddie?” You spoke, tilting your head to see Chris holding Maddie back from, “Chris! That’s my sister in law.”

Chris only let Maddie go when Hondo gave the all-clear, and you were so thankful when Maddie’s hand encased yours.

“Don’t close your eyes.” Maddie pleaded sick with the amount of blood on your skin and soaking through the gauze, “Who’s gonna help me put up with my little brother?”

“Buck.” You breathed sluggishly, blinking as the artificial lights changed to natural with the gun shining through the glass front doors.

“You didn’t let me close mine in that ambulance, so I need you to do the same. Don’t close them. I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” Maddie cried as an officer pulled her aside as you were stopped. You wouldn’t remember it, but Maddie had to watch as you coded right in front of her.

Maddie had to watch them perform CPR on you and fight for a pulse. She had to think of how’d she’d tell her little brother she’d killed his fiance. The counting of the paramedics sounded as if underwater, and as they did, the world went quiet. Her mind checked out as the trauma settled in.

Maddie stumbled out of the building into a zoo of officers, medics, and news reporters almost robotically. She barely felt Chimney hug her, but she wrapped her arms around him and sobbed.

“It’s all my fault.” Maddie gasped, collapsing against him, “If I had-”

“Maddie?”

Chimney felt Maddie stiffen at the sound of Buck’s voice amidst the multiple voices milling around. Maddie raised her gaze to meet Buck’s blue eyes dripping in relief and question.

“Buck.”

“Maddie, where’s Y/N? Her car…” Buck trailed off, catching the utter heartbreak in his big sister’s eyes. A look he’d come to know in his line of work as a firefighter. The utter devastation that came with watching someone you love die, “No. No.”

“I got a pulse!” Came from the nearest ambulance, and Buck skirted around his sister and Chimney, “Ready to transport!”

Your eyes slowly blinked at the white ceiling of the ambulance with pain in your midsection courtesy of chest compressions. Breathing came painful, and the bullet wound throbbed, but it all faded when you saw blue eyes above you.

“Buck.” You sobbed, more like groaned, as he was urged to sit on the bench holding your hand, “Maddie?”

“She’s okay. Chim’s got her. Can you keep your eyes on me? I need to see those big beautiful e/c eyes.” Buck soothed, bringing your hand to his lips, “Did I ever tell you my favourite colour?”

Despite Buck’s best attempts, you continued fading in and out of consciousness but continued to be stable. He spoke about the funny video Eddie had shown him of Christopher at the end of their shift last night. He talked about everything and anything under the sun during the short ride to the hospital.

The last thing you saw was Buck being held back as the paramedics pushed the gurney into the ER. Everything turned black.

The beeping was the first thing you heard before your eyes fluttered open to a stark white room and that unmistakable hospital scent. You noticed the second thing as Buck holding your hand in both of his with his forehead pressed against them.

“Buck?” You moaned to the one person you had wished to see. The man whose eyes were bloodshot from crying, “What’s wrong?”

“Your heart stopped beating twice. I thought I was gonna lose you.” Buck cried with his lips pressed against your hand, “I was so worried.”

“Hey. I’m fine. I’m here.” You cooed, tugging one hand away to run through his messy hair with a soft smile. His blue eyes brighten at the familiar feeling of your digits in his hair, “I’m not going anywhere. This isn’t here for decoration.”

His eyes found the ring he’d gently placed back on your finger from when the nurses had removed it. It only left your finger when you were on duty, in which it was slung on a necklace hidden under your uniform.

“Better not be.”

“Does the hospital have a chapel?” You questioned out of the blue leading to Buck snorting as you giggled, “I’m serious. When I was bleeding in that building, all I could think about was you. If Maddie is anything like you, she’s waiting in the waiting room with Chimney.”

“You aren’t wrong. All the chairs are taken. Our family was waiting for you to wake up.” Buck breathed, leaning closer to press a sweet kiss to your lips, “Are you sure?”

“About marrying you?” You softly questioned the man who couldn’t help but believe this was a dream. How he’d somehow got the girl of his dreams to agree to marry his ass, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. All I want to share is your last name for the rest of my life. You are it for me, Evan Buckley. All the flaws you see are beautiful to me.”

“Only you would want to get married after being shot mere hours ago.” Buck chuckled with a sigh pulled from his pink lips, “I’ll get the doctor for you and find out if we can be married here.”

While you were checked out, Buck left the room to go back to the waiting room where the 118 and your co-workers waited. Everyone perked up at his appearance, Christopher asleep on Eddie’s lap.

“Is she okay?” Bobby questioned as the tension in the room grew more and more. It shattered into relief when Buck grinned.

“She’s sore as expected. She’s gonna catch some sleep, but she’d like to see Maddie.” Buck replied, pinning his gaze on his big sister with her curled into Chimney’s body. Her cheeks flooded with tears of absolute relief, “C’mon.”

The waiting room started emptying with Buck’s promise to keep everyone updated, but before Bobby could step away, Buck asked for him.

“Do you need a few days off?” Bobby questioned just as Buck came closer to the seasoned firefighter.

“No. But could you spare an hour?” The expression on Buck’s face was enough for Bobby not to ask any further questions. He simply followed Buck back towards your hospital room, where Maddie and Chim waited.

“What’s going on?” Bobby inquired, with the addition of the hospital assigned Priest holding the standard bible. Chimney could only shrug in response to whatever was going on.

“I know there have been times we haven’t seen eye to eye, but Bobby, you’re like a father to me. You gave me chance after chance when anyone else would have given up. You guided me on how to be a man. Y/N and I would like it if you’d be here for this.”

“Wait, are you getting married? What about the wedding?” Maddie spluttered, flicking her gaze between her brother and you. Her question surprised her boyfriend and Bobby.

“We’ll still have it. But I want to marry her without the pressure of our parents. Just a private ceremony with some of the people that mean the most to us.” Buck answered for the two of you, “Would you stay?”

“Of course.” Maddie softly spoke with a slideshow of memories playing in her mind of watching Buck grow up.

Watching Evan go through all kinds of injuries, all in the name of attention but never getting it the way he deserved it. She remembered giving him advice for asking out Donna and holding him when he was rejected. The little toddler with the impish grin somehow turned into an idiot in the hospital.

Maddie saw the man her little brother had turned into with the help of the 118 and you.

Buck’s fingers made quick work of buttoning his short-sleeve uniform with the sudden appearance of his friend.

“That’s new.” Eddie spoke from his opened locker holding his uniform and a picture of his family on the door. It was a picture of Christopher, Buck, you and Eddie from the zoo a couple months back.

Buck looked over at his best friend, “Hm?”

“The ring.” Eddie snorted dramatically, looking at the ring that had been living on his finger since he married you five days ago, “Did my invite get lost in the mail?”

“Nah, we just got married in the hospital. We’re still planning the wedding to appease both sides of our family. And I promised Christopher he could be in the wedding. With Y/N on medical leave, the planning will be faster. She’s going stir crazy after five days.” Buck finished tucking in the shirt into his work-issued pants. Lastly, he slid his ring onto the metal chain he had bought recently.

Like you did, he would wear it around his neck when working for safety reasons.

“I’m happy for you, man.” Eddie told his friend just as the bell rang, “You’ll have to tell me how you’re liking the married life.”

“But first, we have a job to do.” Buck supplied all the while jogging to suit up in his turnout gear with Hen and Chimney.

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writertitan · 4 years ago

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Only You

pairing: levi x reader

word count: 2307

themes: jealous!reader, so much fluff and comfort, one could say too much fluff (but not me), angst if you squint at the beginning

requested by anon

A single, light touch of his arm and batting of lashes never affected you. Plenty of girls had done this before and were always shaken off of Levi by the man himself, almost instantly. He was always quick to draw a boundary, with women especially, if they got too close for comfort. It was the persistence of this current girl, though, that made you squirm and made you uncomfortable. Because she was good at making it lighthearted, innocent, not as brash and bold as all the others who had tried to flirt with Levi before. And if Levi had caught on to her advances, he hadn’t done a thing to ward her off.

Granted, she was an employee, someone who was helping you both pick out a birthday gift for Hange, but you were able to read between the lines. The way she let her fingers brush with Levi’s just for a moment as she handed him a potential gift for your mutual friend, the way her smile was polite for you but beaming for Levi, the way her eyes sparkled when his own gaze landed on her, the way she was either between the two of you or next to him, but never next to you. Her praises of his taste when he looked at a new gift, her polite recognition of you when Levi would ask for your input, all of it, just all of it. You weren’t blind to it but it seemed that Levi was. It made you quiet, quieter than usual, but you couldn’t help your own unspoken behaviors that told more than words could. You were fidgeting, withdrawn, and while Levi didn’t seem to notice the girl’s advances, he did quickly tune into the fact that getting a full sentence out of you was suddenly like pulling teeth.

Eventually, you let Levi take the lead and shrunk back from him and the girl, your heart sinking low each time she smiled at him, each time she complimented him. Your arms were folded tightly over your chest, as if to keep your heart in one piece, and you hoped that you didn’t look as uncomfortable and upset as you felt. Still, you felt your eyes squinting each time they interacted, and you felt yourself hiding into yourself, wishing you could do more than just watch.

“What do you think?” he pressed you, holding up a small apothecary box. “Four Eyes has been harping on and on about experimenting with alchemy like the crackpot she is. You think this set will be put to good use?”

You watched as the girl blinked at you expectantly, eyes wide and innocent as she shuffled closer to Levi.

Try as you might to try and get even a short approval out of your mouth, the words couldn’t come. They were stuck in your throat, bubbling over and dying out before you could even open your mouth. You gave Levi a shrug, and finally, a short and simple, “She’ll like it,” left your lips. Barely above a whisper.

Levi was frustrated with you now, you could tell, but said nothing of it as he walked up to the counter to pay for the gift. You hadn’t followed him and that had spurred the employee on a little, it seemed; she was much chattier as she packaged the gift for Levi, marveling again about what a wonderful gift giver he was. It wasn’t until she handed Levi the package and set her hand on his arm for a moment too long that it seemed to click for him.

“Come back again soon,” you heard her say. Levi said nothing to her, and said nothing to you as you both stepped out into the evening.

— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —

Not a word had been said since leaving the shop. Levi had taken you back to his room and you sat down in a chair in the corner as you fidgeted quietly, those words still squashed and thick in your throat. Truth be told, you knew that it was a little silly. Levi would never encourage flirtatious behavior, much less reciprocate, and he may have genuinely not noticed earlier. But that had been the first time someone had blatantly disregarded you like that. That had been the first time a woman had been so shameless in her pursuit, however discreet it was.

“Are we going to talk about it or are you going to keep moping?” Levi asked from his closet, grabbing some clothes to change into for bed. His voice cut clear into the air, cutting away at the tension that was palpable. After grabbing the clothes he’d decided on, he walked to his bed and sat on the edge, gazing at you intently.

You blushed, huddling up in your chair more and sighing. He knew, better than most, how you preferred to show how you were feeling with your actions, your body language, rather than with actual words. In a lot of ways, Levi was exactly the same, the only difference being that he wasn’t one to shy away from confrontation when needed.

Part of you wanted to just shrink away into nothing and try to pretend it never happened. You’d get over it. After all, you weren’t mad at Levi, weren’t even mad at the girl. You were just mad at yourself now. All of these words wanted to be blurted out, but you didn’t even know where to begin. The other part of you that didn’t want to run away from this took the lead, not giving you time to think or regret the choice to get up and sit on the edge of Levi’s bed next to him, your eyes downcast as you swallowed thickly, as if physically opening up your throat to finally speak your mind.

“It made me uncomfortable,” you admitted to him in a quiet voice. “How the girl was acting with you, I mean. And I know it’s so silly to feel like this. Nothing happened and nothing was going to happen. I trust you completely and I’m not mad at you. I’m not mad at anybody except for myself. I’m just so upset that I let it get to me, and I’m even more upset that I still don’t know how to speak my mind like you can. I also just...don’t want to seem like a crazed and possessive partner, but I’ll admit that I got jealous. I’m sorry.”

And there you were, rambling away, hoping that what you were saying was even coherent.

When Levi didn’t answer right away, you looked up from your lap to see that he actually looked taken aback, like he hadn’t expected that to be your response. He scoffed your name moments later, back to his usual self, but you saw the softness in his eyes as he gazed at you.

“I didn’t realize what she was up to until the end,” he said, reaching over to place a hand on your thigh. “You know if I’d caught on earlier, I would have put a stop to it.”

“I know,” you said lamely, gazing at him from under your lashes. “I’m sorry for getting jealous. It was just...the first time it had happened like that. She just didn’t stop.”

Much to your chagrin, your words elicited a small smirk from Levi.

“Stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said to you, willingly letting you lean into him. “The one who should apologize is the snotty girl who honestly wasn’t even that helpful. I’m surprised you were jealous of her.”

“Huh?” You lifted your head up from your place on his shoulder to look at him. “Why surprised?”

Levi returned your gaze steadily, raising a brow as if it were so obvious and you weren’t getting it.

“Because there was no contest. There never is. I don’t give a shit about anybody but you.”

Oh.

Instantly you were blushing, your heart sputtering out of control. It wasn’t often that Levi admitted things like that, but when he did, it always caught you off guard. He always said things so bluntly and so decisively.

He only had eyes for you. Though you already knew that, it was nice to hear it, and it washed away the remnants of the jealousy still stirring through you.

Again, you couldn’t find the words. Only this time, it was for a good reason, a positive thing. Left speechless by Levi yet again. You took your preferred route of speaking your feelings through actions, and leaned in to press a grateful kiss into his mouth, your hand reaching up to comb back his hair from his face.

“You know that no one compares to you, either, right?” you asked against his lips, slowly pulling back to gaze at him.

“Of course,” he snorted, squeezing your thigh before getting up. “I’m making us some tea before bed. Be back soon.”

You stood and got changed for bed, greeting Levi with a tight-lipped smile when he returned with a tray filled with your teacups, the tea pot, and a few of your favorite tea snacks. He set the tray down at the small table by his bed and changed into his own pajamas as well, calling over his shoulder as he adjusted his shirt, “Let’s read some of that book you’ve been wanting to finish before bed, too.”

“Really?” you asked, brightening up at the thought. You and Levi hadn’t done that in a while; you in his lap, resting against his chest as he sat up against the headboard, the two of you silently reading a book you held with Levi always nudging you to let you know when he wanted you to turn the page (and then making fun of you for reading too slow). The current book you were reading was a little too sappy - his words, not yours - so he hadn’t been following along.

“Come here,” he instructed, getting under the covers and pulling you into him once you’d grabbed your book. You settled into him like you normally did, both of you reaching over to grab your cups of tea and take a sip, and that’s when you noticed that Levi had prepared your favorite kind of tea, and had made it his special way for you: a small hint of honey, which he only saved for special days since it had been such an expensive batch, and a dash of cinnamon. Your heart swelled at his thoughtfulness, knowing that instead of telling you, Levi was showing you how much you meant to him. Hell, he was even willing to have tea in bed with you. He usually made you drink at his desk with him.

“Just the way I like it,” you murmured after taking another gulp, giving Levi a warm and loving grin; your way of letting him know that you appreciated what he was doing.

Levi hummed in acknowledgement and set his cup back down on the tray, nodding towards the book silently, and you quickly flipped open to the page you’d ended on. Squirming around in his arms until you were sort of facing him, you gave him a brief summary of what had happened so far, so he wouldn’t be lost.

“So my prediction is that, since he’s leaving and doesn’t know when he’ll come back if at all, she’ll tell him that she still loves him,” you finished proudly, turning back around to press your back flush against Levi’s chest.

“Like I said before...sappy as shit,” Levi grumbled. You smirked when his chin rested on your shoulder to read with you, though, and reached up with one hand to stroke his cheek with your thumb before completely absorbing yourself into your book.

The two of you stayed like that for a long time, with both of you silently reading to yourselves and Levi pressing a soft kiss to your jaw to signal he was ready to turn the page. Occasionally you’d stop for short tea breaks and to nibble on the snacks he’d brought along, a comfortable silence embracing the two of you.

After a loud yawn from you, Levi squeezed his arms around you and made a small noise in his throat as he nuzzled into your neck, one hand moving to snatch the book from your hands to toss it to the end of the bed. It was well into the night now and all the candles you’d lit at the bedside table to help with reading were burning low, making your eyes heavy.

“Time for bed,” he announced, hoisting you up by the waist and gently scooting you off his lap and into your own spot in bed. He adjusted the blankets around you and then gave you a long, unreadable look as you settled your head into the pillow, eyes half-lidded and blinking slowly as you tried to hold his gaze. He didn’t speak, just reached out to adjust the hair out of your face. But then, after another moment of deliberation, leaned in and whispered, “Do you feel better?”

You smiled tiredy and nodded, reaching out to hold his hand in yours for a moment. “Much. Thank you for making me feel better.”

“Jealous brat,” he murmured before pressing a kiss to your forehead, getting out of bed and grabbing the tray to clean up and get it out of the room. You tried to wait for him to come back but just couldn’t stay awake much longer, much less keep your eyes open.

You vaguely heard Levi come back in after a while, sliding under the covers with you, but your mind was foggy and already in the beginnings of a soft dream. Absently, you moved to be closer to him, succumbing to sleep as a voice whispered in your ear, “There’s only you.”

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mochegato · 3 years ago

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Even the Losers

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Monday morning came both too soon and too distant for Marinette’s taste. She looked up at the dark, intimidating Wayne Enterprises building as she and Max walked past it on their way to the cafe and swallowed hard. She should have figured she would have to pass by the Wayne Enterprises building at some point, but she still wasn’t ready to see the dominating building so close. They were a few blocks away and she still had to crane her neck to see the top.

Of course M. Fox would want to meet near his office. He was already being beyond considerate having the meeting outside of the office building, expecting him to meet far away from his work was excessive. She could stomach it. It was just a building. This meeting was important. This was Max’s chance to wow M. Fox and get an amazing position. She took a deep breath and continued forward despite it feeling like wading through increasingly deep water the closer they got to the WE building.

Max touched Marinette’s forearm to gain her attention. She nearly jumped at his touch but quickly covered with an embarrassed smile and inquisitive hum. “Are you okay?”

Marinette glanced toward the WE building but quickly looked back to him with an unconvincing smile. “Yeah, it’s fine,” she tried to assure him. Judging by the frown forming on his lips, he was unassured.

“Is there anything I should know?” Max asked uncertainly.

“Nothing of consequence,” Mari promised with a weak smile.

Max adjusted his glasses nervously and darted his eyes between Marinette and the sidewalk ahead of them a few times, trying to work up the courage to ask the question on his mind. “Marinette,” he started slowly. “You didn’t do anything illegal for the plan. Did you?”

Marinette whipped her head toward him wide eyed. “What?”

Max cringed under her gaze. “I just… you’re a very devoted friend and…” He sighed and looked away. “I just need to know if we need to worry about the Waynes coming after us. I’d like to be prepared.”

Marinette's dour expression turned giddy as she started laughing joyfully. After a minute, she wiped away a tear that had started to form in the corner of her eyes and fixed Max with a sincere look. “No. I didn't. None of us did. I would have, but no laws were broken in the making or execution of this plan.” She grinned and looped her arm through his, pulling him forward with a lighter step than before. “I just presented your work to M. Fox and he was extremely impressed. Come on, the cafe is just around the corner.”

Max gave her an unimpressed look. “Are you sure? Because I’m pretty sure I may have violated a few laws tracking down the call you had me trace last week.”

Marinette suddenly froze, her smile becoming significantly weaker. “That wasn’t part of the plan. That was a separate quest,” she tried to joke.

“And it just so happened to be M. Wayne’s phone number.” His skepticism was clear in his voice even if he was too polite to call her out directly.

“It wasn’t part of the plan, really,” she promised quietly. “That was… It had nothing to do with getting you a job.”

Max opened his mouth to ask another question but was interrupted by Marinette’s phone ringing. Marinette pulled it out and rolled her eyes at Alya’s name lighting it up. She hit the button to ignore it with a shrug. “She’s probably really excited to see how your meeting went and didn’t convert the time correctly,” she laughed to Max.

Max smiled and nodded in agreement. He opened his mouth to comment but Marinette’s phone started ringing again. She furrowed her brow at it this time and groaned. “Very excited,” she grumbled, hitting the ignore button again.

Max opened his mouth again but again was interrupted but this time by his phone and Marinette’s phone. He pulled it out and looked at it. “Nino?”

“What the Hell, Alya,” Marinette grumbled. She was about to hit the accept button so she could yell at Alya to leave them alone but got interrupted by a loud cry right in front of her.

“Hey, it’s you!”

Marinette and Max looked at each other with matching confused looks. The man that had said it pulled out his phone and switched on a recording device. “Do you have any comment on the story in today’s paper?” the man, likely a reporter Marinette decided, demanded, shoving his phone in her face so violently, it would have hit her if she hadn’t jerked her face back in time.

Marinette stared at the man for a few seconds, her face scrunching in confusion before quickly smoothing over into an impassive mask. “I haven’t seen the paper this morning. So no, no comment on a story I know nothing about.”

She tried to push past the reporter only for him to move immediately into her path. She looked around as more people joined, not reporters, she didn’t think, just people interested in finding out what was going on, rather than helping them. The reporter pushed further in front of her, refusing to let her pass. He held the day’s Gotham Gazette in front of her face. Marinette had to back away in order to actually be able to read the headline.

She had to consciously force her eyes to stop from widening in front of the audience. She forced her breathing to slow as her eyes scanned the headline and picture. Across the top of the page in bold, block font was the headline ‘More than One New Wayne Introduced’ above a picture of her and Adrien speaking with Bruce Wayne. She glanced at the caption below the picture, her nose wrinkling in annoyance at the words. “Newly discovered Wayne, Marinette Cheng Wayne introduces fiancé Adrien Agreste to her father, Bruce Wayne.”

Max gasped at the headline and cocked his head to the side in confusion. He looked between it and Marinette a few times. He opened his mouth to comment on how ludicrous it was but decided to defer to however Marinette wanted to handle it. Instead, he gripped her arm in an attempt to show support and looked around them, calculating different plans to get them out of the crowd.

Marinette took a calming breath and looked back at the reporter with a cool gaze. “You couldn’t even be bothered to get the names of the people involved correct. I have little interest in reading the rest, which is likely as poorly researched. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment to get to.”

She tried to move around the reporter but he stepped in front of her, only centimeters between them as he did, and leaned closer to her. “Why haven’t we heard of you before Ms. Cheng? Embarrassed about your family’s history with crime in our city,” he cocked his head to the side and gave her a vicious grinned. “Or was it your family that was embarrassed about you?”

Marinette bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood and glared at the man. “It sounds like you are insinuating the Waynes are associated with crime in Gotham. Surely you didn’t mean to insinuate such a thing, right? Such as slanderous comment,” she tutted in a condescending tone. “I’m sure whatever publication you’re working for would not appreciate such a careless, defamatory, negligent comment.”

The man puffed out his cheeks, which were quickly becoming red with anger. He tensed his body. Marinette tensed hers in response. What he intended to do exactly, she’d never know because just at that moment, the man froze as a hand settled hard on his shoulder. “I can assure you that is exactly the kind of allegation Mr. Wayne and Wayne Enterprises would both pursue legal action over. Now, I believe the young lady said she had an appointment,” Lucius Fox said with a cutting smile.

The reporter scowled at Lucius, but backed away. The crowd of people around parted at his presence. Marinette shot him a grateful smile. “Ms. Dupain Cheng, Mr. Kante,” Lucius nodded to them both. “Are you ready?”

Marinette and Max nodded and moved toward the café ahead of him. The host led them to a spot toward the back where they could have some privacy. Marinette touched Max’s shoulder. She gave him a concerned look. Max’s eyes darted forward to Lucius and back to Marinette. He nodded then jerked his head toward her. The smile she plastered on was even less convincing than her earlier one, but Max pretended like it wasn’t. He leaned closer to her, speaking quietly enough that nobody could hear him. “You should let Adrien and Alya know.”

Marinette sucked in a breath and looked toward her phone warily. It was still ringing and chiming nonstop. She turned it off and leaned closer to Max. “Markov, can you text Alya and Adrien and let them know we’re all okay but I turned off my phone for a while. If they need me they can text you or Max and we plan on returning to the hotel immediately after this meeting. If you both are okay with that.” Max nodded and lifted the flap for his messenger bag to reveal Markov sitting atop her folded up gala dress. Markov looked between the two of them and gave Marinette a resolute nod.

“Thank you, Markov,” Marinette whispered, trusting his sensitive sensors to hear her.

When they arrived at the table, Lucius waited for the host to retreat before looking over to Marinette with a concerned look. “Did you need a break for a few minutes or to call anyone?”

Marinette gave him a tight, strained smile and shook her head. “No, thank you. I’ll be fine.” She would make it through this. She wasn’t going to cry. She could wallow in self-recriminations later. Right now, she needed to focus on making sure Max was given his shot.

Lucius nodded and looked down at the menu the waitress brought over. After a few minutes of silence he glanced over to Marinette. “Always something going on in Gotham.” If Marinette didn’t know better she would think his tone was apologetic.

“Certainly has been full of surprises,” she stated instead, focusing on the menu.

“Certainly puts certain interactions at the gala a new perspective,” he observed carefully, keeping his eyes on his own menu.

Marinette’s focus sharpened on the menu in her hands. Her jaw tensed and her lips thinned. “I’m sure you will understand, M. Fox, when I say my private life is not something I care to discuss with people I do not know well.”

Lucius nodded. “I do.” He looked over the menu for a few seconds, keeping his face buried in the menu, he lifted his eyes to observe Max, noting his stiff posture. His eyes were darting over to Marinette every so often and worrying his lip. “You understand you could have just gotten him a position. One phone call is all it would have taken. You didn't need to go through all of this.” His eyes flicked over to Marinette as he spoke.

Marinette met his eyes, a fierce set to them. “He doesn't need somebody to get him a position,” she snapped. “He's brilliant. He just needed somebody to see him. He just needed an even playing field to shine. He didn’t need me calling in favors. He’s earned the attention he gets.”

Lucius stared at her for a few seconds, analyzing her before finally coming to a decision. He set his menu down and nodded curtly. “No, he does not need help. His work speaks for itself. I spent the weekend researching you, Mr. Kante, and I have to say, you are an impressive young man. You are exactly the kind of talent we seek out. The fact that we didn’t speaks to the utter failure that our recruiting staff has been. And I must apologize for what happened to you. We will be reviewing Mr. Rabler’s actions since he was employed by us to properly deal with any other incidents such as yours.”

Max nodded, adjusting his glasses with a satisfied smile. He was saved from trying to come up with a response when the waitress came back to take their orders. There was a brief lull after the waitress left, Max and Marinette both uncertain where to push the discussion next and waiting for M. Fox to drive the conversation.

“Now, if I did my research correctly,” Lucius started with a secretive smile, “then I expect you have someone else with you.” He looked pointedly at Max’s bag.

Max’s smile turned sheepish and he opened his bag to let Markov come out. “This is Markov. I was hoping he would be able to work with me.”

“Of course,” Lucius nodded in agreement. “It is nice to meet you, Markov.”

Markov zipped up higher in excitement. “It is very exciting to meet you, M. Fox. I have found very exciting information about you and Wayne Enterprises.”

Lucius chuckled. “That is good to hear. We will have no issue with Markov working with you, but we have added several sections to your contract to cover what Markov is allowed to do and what he isn’t. We have a lot of sensitive material, as I’m sure you are aware. We are quite paranoid about protecting it. We have also come up with a contract for Markov, but legal says we have to add sections to your contract as well since legally, Markov is not considered his own entity.”

Marinette beamed at Lucius and squeezed Max’s hand under the table, never more certain than at that moment that Max was going to be taken care of. Max pretended to adjust his glasses so he could wipe at his eyes. He looked over to Markov to gauge his response. Seeing the weepy eye display, Max smiled and looked back at Lucius. “Thank you, M. Fox for your consideration. It means a lot to us both.”

Lucius gave him a soft smile and looked over to Marinette. “We also have a contract for you, Ms. Dupain Cheng. I had legal draw it up yesterday. Not excited to work on a Sunday,” he shrugged guiltily, “but we gave them a lot of compensation for their time. I drew it up before I knew of any other… associations so Mr. Wayne may want to modify it, but it is there if you are interested. We will need a designer for the project, someone with intricate knowledge of fabrics and a demonstrated ability to work with them. Given your involvement thus far and your work on the dress for the gala, you seemed like the natural choice.”

Marinette looked down and took a breath. She looked over to Max to see how he was faring. He gave her a supportive smile and nodded to her. “As I said before, that is kind of you to offer but I have other plans that do not involve Wayne Enterprises. And my ‘involvement’ thus far has been getting your attention. It would likely be better for the project if you continued without me.”

“That is not strictly accurate,” Markov spoke up.

Max nodded in agreement. “Your help was invaluable, Marinette. Not only your insight into different characteristics in different fabrics and how changes affected the elements of the fabric, but also the different approaches to problem solving. I could not have done this without you,” Max stated earnestly. He turned to Lucius. “She worked with me to explain tensile strength and different weaves and how that would affect how the fabric appears and what you can do with it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she looked over to Lucius quickly. “He’s being modest. He did the work. He came up with the formulas. He…”

She was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress with their food. Lucius waited for the waitress to leave before he sent her a soft smile. “I understand collaboration, Ms. Dupain Cheng. Mr. Kante’s words don’t make me doubt his work. If anything, it confirms my faith in him. I also researched you this weekend, Ms. Dupain Cheng. You are quite talented. Your designs are elegant and bold and you personally have always gone out of your way to help your community. Those are all ideals Wayne Enterprises strives for. Along with what Mr. Kante said, you should know, I’ll be pursuing you and it has absolutely nothing to do with your…. With Mr. Wayne.”

Marinette looked down to her plate with a blush and nodded. “Thank you, M. Fox. I will consider it, but…” she furrowed her brow in frustration, not knowing how to say what she was thinking and not knowing if she should even if she could.

“You have time to consider it, Ms. Dupain Cheng. But for now, we should eat. The food here is extremely good.” Marinette’s shoulders relaxed and she sent him another grateful smile. She looked over to Max and Markov and smiled before taking a bite of her breakfast. “Now, Mr. Kante, I would love to hear more about your invention, unless you would prefer to wait until the contract is signed.” Max smiled excitedly at Lucius and pulled out the dress as he described the process for working on the fabric while Marinette and Markov looked on proudly.

Chapter 4

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