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Insomniacs

Chapter 1: Violets

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: You and Hotch are both workaholics, but when you start showing up earlier and staying later, he starts getting concerned. A case will give you something to preoccupy yourself with, but something goes severely wrong.

Cause when doesn't it?

Notes: I recommend getting the InteractiveFics extension for chrome! It's really good and will replace the y/n and l/n with your name :)

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Ch. 2 Ch.3

It was another night of not being able to sleep at all. Not that you hadn’t tried. After the plane touched back down in Quantico, you should’ve felt relief at the thought of home and a comfortable bed to lie your head, but you felt nothing other than anxiety at the thought of nothing to do.

You got to your apartment, dumped your used go-bag clothes into the washing machine, showered, cleaned up the dishes that cluttered in your kitchen, even vacuumed up a bit in the living room. You looked over at the clock on the end table by your couch, it read 3:33 am. With a sigh, you decided to give rest a shot.

Your bed was made perfectly already, not wanting to mess it up, you decided the couch was good. You grabbed a blanket and pillow and turned on the TV, volume all the way down. The time passed achingly slowly. Seconds crawled by and the silence was unbelievably deafening. You looked at the clock once again, 3:39 am. Another attempt to close your eyes and you were met with 20 minutes of tossing and turning.

“That’s enough.” You mumbled to yourself before throwing the warm blanket off your body and getting up. You made a pot of coffee, moved your clothes to the dryer, and packed a new go-bag. 4:05 am. It was agonizing, every second you waited for your phone to ring. You watched it, the dark screen with no new notifications taunting you. You sat on your couch, watching the characters on your screen move and laugh silently, your eyes drifted closed once or twice, but never long enough for it to be called sleep.

You sipped your coffee, hot and caffeinated and perfect. 4:17 am. When the drink went cold you decided it would be a good time to get ready for the day. You got dressed, black slacks and a dark blue long-sleeved button-down. You brushed your hair and did your makeup. 4:29 am. You considered whether to just go straight to the office, ultimately deciding it best to grab some food first.

You arrived at the building at 5:02 am. It wasn’t too early, you decided. After all, there have been nights that you’ve seen your boss not leave until past 5:00 in the morning. Hotch’s car wasn’t in the parking lot this morning, however. That was good, it meant he was getting sleep and time with his son.

The bullpen was dark, you decided to only turn on one light, enough for you to see. The case report on your desk was already finished since you worked on it during your team's flight back home, but there would be no harm in going over it. You wouldn’t classify yourself as a perfectionist or even a workaholic, though you presented that way to others. You just didn’t enjoy doing nothing like other people.

Footsteps coming from your left made you pause what you were doing and look up.

“Good morning.” You said as Hotch came walking into the bullpen with that perfectly pressed suit of his. The time on your watch read 5:30 am, he was very punctual.

“Good morning.” He said, with that usual furrow of his brow and the tight-lipped look that meant a question was coming. “You’re here early.”

Okay, not really a question.

“So are you.” You say, too tired to engage in your typical banter.

Hotch only nodded once in response, then took a few steps towards his office before stopping in his tracks and turning back around. “Did you actually go home last night?”

“Yes.” You said, fidgeting with your fingers beneath your desk. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Mm.” He hummed in response. “Don’t burn yourself out, we need you alert.”

“Do we have a case?” You asked, maybe a little too quickly.

“Not until the rest of the team gets here... but yes.”

You nodded and any trace of tiredness from the night dissipated. Blood pumped in your veins and your anxiety disappeared, anticipation for the new work ahead of you completely replacing it.

“Okay, would you mind if I got the case file now? I have nothing else to do.” You asked.

Hotch studied you for a moment with that serious frown of his, “I’ll make copies now.”

“Thank you.”

Sometimes you felt like Hotch was the only one that understood you. Maybe it was because he was the resident workaholic in the department before you showed up, and he still is, but it feels deeper than that. Most days you come in at the same time, leave at the same time... honestly the only time you don’t see your Unit Chief is when you’re home. You hated being home.

In the very late hours when the whole building was quiet and not a soul lingered, you would see that one light from Hotch’s office and feel comfort. His blinds would be open, and you could see him reading and writing, looking like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. Since the death of his ex-wife, Haley, he’s stayed later and later, coming in earlier, only departing when he knows Jack needs him. It’s a heartbreaking thing to watch.

But often you would be sitting at your desk, getting lost in the paperwork as your eyes strained to read every bit of information in the dim lighting, when a warm hand would land on your shoulder. Hotch’s soft, tired voice telling you to take a break, rest your eyes. It made your chest warm, and body relax if only for a few minutes. He knew better than to try to get you to go home, it never works out. Unless of course, he leaves at the same time. It was a very rare occurrence, to say the least.

Right now, Hotch is in his office making enough copies of the case files to be passed around to the team when they get in. You tap impatiently on your desk, drumming your fingers along to a song that only exists in your head. When you can’t stand it anymore, you get up and make your way over to him.

You knock once on the open door, “What is it?”

Hotch turns to you with a serious look. “You’re very impatient this morning.”

“I know. So?”

With a sigh, he hands over a manila folder with the FBI logo.

“Three women in three weeks, all were strangled and beaten to death, abducted from their homes. Last victim was found 4 days ago.”

“That’s a strict timeline... and they’re just calling us in now?” You ask.

“Local sheriff thinks it could be even more and I’m inclined to agree. So far, this presents as organized. No one starts out like this, there are no hesitation marks on the bodies and no DNA was left behind on the scenes.”

You nodded along as he spoke, already going over the possibilities of this unsub in your mind. Organized means older, that rules out teenagers and younger. No hesitation could mean psychopathy, lack of remorse, etc. Most likely white given the victims were, possibly sexually frustrated.

“Any sign of sexual assault?”

“We’ll go over everything when the team arrives.” Hotch states firmly.

“When were they called in?” You asked.

“If you check your voice mail, you’ll see.” He says with a small smile. “Look, go to the conference room and read over the files some more, I’ll make some more coffee.”

You want to argue, but you know he’s right. You were definitely getting ahead of yourself here. With a grateful nod, you head to the conference room.

The pictures were gruesome, but when aren’t they? The girls were pretty when they were alive, their faces were mutilated during the attacks. Could have something to do with the unsub’s view of women. You turned over theory after theory in your head and before you knew it, Hotch was back and sliding over a mug filled to the brim with coffee, just the way you like it.

“Thank you, Hotch.” You say, taking a sip. He nods and sips his own cup.

“How long were you here before I came in?” He asks you, glancing up from the file in his hands.

You shrug and say, “Not long... half an hour?”

“You need to rest.” He says, in his usual commanding tone. It makes you smile a bit, though you try to suppress it.

“I know, and I will.” You look him in the eyes to try and convince him, but he looks doubtful. “Promise.”

Hotch nods, seemingly satisfied for the time being. You knew he was just checking in on you out of concern for a team member, but you hoped it was just a little more than that. Anytime he looked at you, it made your heart rate pick up a little. You weren’t as sure of yourself as usual when you were around him.

Five minutes later the team starts filtering in, first is JJ, then Morgan, Prentiss, and Reid. Then it’s Garcia, who did not seem very happy to be awake at 6:30 am, followed by Rossi. When everyone finally gathered into the conference room, you could feel your body relax. Your work could finally start for real.

After the initial ‘good mornings’ and bantering, Hotch started to present the case to everyone. You suggested the same preliminary profile traits from earlier and most everyone agreed.

“Well, if this unsub has killed before, it will most likely not be in the exact same spot.” Reid says. “We should widen the range to a fifty-mile radius to see if there were any similar murders in the past couple years or so.”

“I’m so on it.” Penelope says.

“What else did the unsub do?” Prentiss asks, looking at the photos of the victims’ neck wounds.

“A call was placed to each of the victim’s significant others, a voice modifier was used but the message remained the same. ‘Don’t bother looking, you will never see her again.’” Hotch says. “He keeps them for at least a day, given the various stages of healing with the victims bruises.”

“Well, that’s definitely sadistic, torturing not only the victims but those close to them as well.” You add.

“Was the call placed before or after their deaths?” Rossi asks.

Hotch’s eyebrows knit further together, “Before, according to the coroner's report.”

“Which gives the victim’s family hope only for that to be snuffed out almost immediately.” Reid says.

“If this guy’s seasoned in his kills, why risk dumping the bodies in such a public way?” Morgan asks. “All of the victims, Susanne Yearly, Brenda James and Larissa Buckly were all found in public parks, somewhere he could’ve easily been seen even at night while disposing of them.”

“Maybe there’s a part of him that wants to get caught? Wants people to know that this was his work.” You say.

“If that’s the case, we’re dealing with a narcissist.” Rossi adds.

Prentiss jumps in again, “Yeah, but this level of body mutilation feels personal. Their faces were left nearly unrecognizable, I’m willing to bet his stressor involves a woman that has similar features.”

“The families are distraught.” JJ says. “They confirmed in the police reports that all the girls lived alone, having just moved into new places weeks or even days before their abductions took place.”

“Well, that’s certainly a connection.” Hotch states. “Chicago PD will be expecting us when we arrive, wheels up in 30.”

Arriving less than three hours later, Hotch orders you and Reid to establish a timeline in the precinct while Morgan and Rossi take the newest crime scene where Larissa’s body was found. Hotch has JJ speaking to family members and Prentiss goes with him to the morgue.

Garcia’s on the speaker with Reid, “I did what you asked and widened the range for possible attacks fitting this creeps M.O., however absolutely nothing came up. Soooo, I changed the parameters. Hotch and L/N mentioned that most likely this guy wouldn’t have been as confident as he is now, meaning the kills may not have been as brutal. I included any and all deaths as a result of suffocation from the last ten years surrounding the Chicago area and wouldn’t-ya-know-it I got a hit. Well, hits.”

Garcia explains that there were at least 5 possible victims, all of them died of various forms of suffocation. You and Reid went through the past reports of the deceased women and ruled out two of them since they both drowned, which didn’t fit this unsub’s specific fantasy. That left you with three girls, one found in an alley behind her work with a bag around her head, no other injuries except a hit on the head with a blunt object. The other two were covered in bruises and strangled with rope. Since then, the unsub’s gotten smarter, switched from rope to wire making it less bulky and conspicuous. He’s also leveled up his damage to their face and body, becoming more intense with each kill.

You and Reid explain your findings to Hotch and Prentiss when they return from the morgue. They corroborate the theory with their own findings, since each body was more disfigured than the last. The thin lines on the necks of the victims were so deep, you wondered if that’s what the unsub focused on the most.

“There was no sexual assault present on the bodies.” Prentiss states. “But there were marks on their wrists and ankles, they were most likely tied to something while the unsub beat them.”

“Which means the act of killing is more than enough for him,” Hotch adds. “He derives all of his pleasure from brutalizing the women, then watching them die in front of him.”

“The bag around the head on the very first victim, Miranda Jall, along with the hit on her head suggests a sort of de-personalization.” Reid says. “He didn’t make a call to her fiancé and there was no abduction. He hit her over the head as she walked out of her workplace, and the bag obscured his view of her face, he couldn’t have gotten off on it.” He says.

“It was practice. He was figuring out how he was going to incapacitate his victims.” You say. “He probably felt a rush after the initial hit, and realized he wanted more of that aspect.”

“So, he amps up the beatings.” Hotch adds. “He isn’t satisfied with just the kill, he wants more time.”

“And then he switches to rope so he can see their faces.” Prentiss says.

“The two victims that were strangled with rope still have yet to be identified. He started out by blitz-attacking his victims in isolated areas, where-as now he targets newly independent women inside their homes.” Reid says.

JJ walks up with a look on her face that you all know means bad news, “The victims' families have no idea who the caller could be, all the young women appeared to be well-liked, in stable relationships. They can’t think of a single person that would want to do this to their daughters.”

Just then, a call comes through to Hotch’s phone. “Hotchner.” He listens for a moment and then nods, “Okay.” He hangs up. “Morgan and Rossi found violets at the crime scene.”

“The flower?” Prentiss asks.

“Yes.”

“Was that present at the other dump sites?” You ask.

“If it was, it wasn’t mentioned in the files.” Hotch answers.

“If he’s leaving flowers for his victims, it could potentially be a sign of remorse.” Reid says.

“This guy isn’t capable, he’s narcissistic and psychopathic, the flowers have to mean something else.” You say, frustrated now.

So far all you’ve really gotten is the confirmation that this guy has killed at least six women, and not a whole lot else. You decide to call Garcia.

“Speak and be heard by residing genius PG.”

“Hey Garcia, can you get me everything on the early victims? I think the unsub knew one of them personally.” You say.

“What makes you think that?” Prentiss asks.

“Well, if the first kill was a trial, maybe he was practicing for a specific target. He could have already gotten who he wanted and now he’s chasing the same high.” You reply. “While you’re at it Garcia, see if you can find any mention of violets being present at the crime scenes.”

Everyone had converged back to the precinct nearly an hour ago. The last victim, Larissa Buckly, was found 4 days ago. If the unsub is continuing at a consistent rate with no sign of slowing down, the police will be finding a new body in 3 days.

You all knew this, the stakes were high and given the profile of the unsub, he wasn’t someone that was going to stop unless he was behind bars. Still, the team needed sleep.

“Alright, we’ve done all that we can for the night. The profile is out there, the press conference warned women of Chicago to remain vigilant, you all can head to the hotel.” Hotch says.

Hotch could tell that the team wasn’t in high spirits and exhaustion wasn’t going to make it any better. It’s usually a good idea to take a step back, take a break, and come back with fresh eyes. And yet, as the profilers filed out of the precinct, still talking back and forth about victimology and M.O., he noticed not all of them were leaving.

Y/N stayed planted where she was at the round table, eyebrows knit together in frustration or confusion. She tapped her fingers the way that she does when she's nervous or focused, or both. Hotch takes a step towards her, his arms crossed, and a frown set on his face.

“I said you all can head to the hotel.” He says pointedly.

“Yes, I heard you. I’m not tired.” Y/N says, still not meeting his eyes.

Hotch’s jaw tenses a bit. She can be incredibly stubborn and, in some cases, it was an asset. Not right now, though.

“It wasn’t a suggestion, L/N. Go get some sleep, come back tomorrow morning with everyone else.”

“Are you going to sleep?” She asks, finally snapping her head up and meeting his stoic gaze with her own.

“Yes. I have to do a few more things here, and then I will be heading back to the hotel.”

“I’ll leave when you do.” She says. It was a challenge, he knew. He was used to it. It was also extremely frustrating.

Hotch swipes a hand across his face tiredly, “Y/N. You haven't slept since our last case. It’s been over 48 hours, and our judgement is severely impaired after 24 hours without sleep. You can become drowsy and irritable, your memory is affected, your coordination will be off-”

“You think my judgement is impaired?” She asks, sounding offended. That would be the part that she focuses on, Hotch thinks. “Hotch, I have been trying to put all of these puzzle pieces together for over 12 hours now and nothing is going to get done if I’m knocked out.”

Hotch understands where she’s coming from, truly, but right now, he doesn’t care. “L/N I am giving you a direct order, leave the precinct. Go to the hotel. Do not come back until at least 6:00.”

She huffs out a frustrated breath, and it’s hard to not find that a little bit cute. The thought makes Hotch feel guilty, that’s definitely not what he should be thinking about right now. Before he can dwell on it though, Y/N is gathering up all of the papers that were scattered around the table.

“No- leave it.” Hotch commands with his hand coming down on top of the file so she can’t take it, brushing her hand in the process. It spreads a warmth through him, but he thinks he does a good job at not showing it. “I know you won’t sleep if you take these with you.”

Y/N’s angry, he knows by the way she doesn’t even respond, just shoots him a look and grabs her bag to leave. It’s fine though, if that’s what it takes to get her to finally rest. Hotch lets out a long sigh once she’s out of sight, taking a seat at the table and finishing collecting all of the papers on the table. That’s when he notices an image of one of the Jane Doe victims, she’s wearing a necklace, gold and dainty around her slim, pale neck. It was blurry, hard to make out, but certainly a cursive “V” pendant hung in the middle.

“Violet?”

Hotch ordered you to leave the precinct, so you did. But he didn’t say you couldn’t make a detour on your way to the hotel. A yawn overcame you as you drove towards Grant Park, where Larissa’s body was found. You knew that if Hotch found out about this you would be in a lot of trouble, but the thought didn’t really faze you when faced with the alternative. How could you sleep when there was a serial killer out there hunting for his newest victim? A young woman was going to be dead in less than 72 hours, who were you to sleep at a time like this?

At the same time, you can’t condemn your friends for needing that sleep. You wished you functioned like they did. You wished you could take a step back and rest and come back refreshed with a whole new outlook. But the truth was that you just couldn’t handle the nightmares.

They started not long after joining the BAU. It was only natural; you were assured by Morgan as he noticed how off you’d been after a few months with the team. He also suffered from nightmares. They were fewer and further between now, which was good. You weren’t so lucky. For some reason they came in waves. Each case you worked on added to your memory storage of gruesome death and horrific imagery that was reflected back at you anytime you closed your eyes.

It’s true that you hated the nothingness of your home life, the boredom of being alone with nothing but your thoughts, but that was only part of it. You figured, the longer you could stay awake, the less you’d have to worry about the nightmares bleeding into your reality.

When you arrived at the spot where Larissa was found, you saw yellow crime scene tape wrapped around trees and some blood on the floor where the body had laid in the center of it. She was positioned laying face up, arms at her sides, clothes intact. No overtly sexual displays, no attempt to cover her up, just a corpse.

Without the files to work off of, you only had your memory of the crime scene photos. You closed your eyes and imagined you were the one dumping Larissa’s body.

“I would scope out the area first, without the body.” You say to yourself. “Take note of how many people were here during the day, how many at night... but I’d have to seem inconspicuous. Can’t be in a black hoodie standing still and staring at people. Someone would notice.”

“So, I don’t cover my face... people saw me, interacted even. I’m not standing out, I’m moving. Maybe running?” You sigh and open your eyes. All that means is that this guy will be harder to catch than most. “What was with the violets...” You walk in circles around the scene, looking from every angle possible. You take note of the shrubbery, all green grass and occasional daffodils, nothing even resembling violets in the area, so the unsub definitely brought it with him.

Before you had a chance to continue, you heard some movement from behind you. You quickly spun around but saw no one.

You moved carefully from where you stood, a hand resting on your hip where your gun was. Taking careful steps towards the parking lot, you glance at your watch. 1:34 am. Anyone out here at this time is either a stoner or a serial killer, you found yourself almost hoping for the latter.

Once you reached your car, you still saw nothing. “FBI, if someone is there come out now and show me your hands.” You said as loud and clear as possible.

Nothing, only crickets sounded in the night. With a sigh, you thought maybe Hotch was right, your judgement was seriously impaired, and you needed some sleep.

As you reached for the handle of the driver's side door, you felt a sharp pain at the back of your head, and everything went black.

Hotch felt confident in his theory that the third victim, Jane Doe #2, was the unsub’s intended target from the beginning. The first kill was fast and sloppy, he didn’t move the body and her face was practically untouched. The second, Jane Doe #1, was also blitz-attacked, but it was in a grocery store parking lot at night, somewhere higher-risk where he could have been caught. So he was getting bolder, he hit her more, but still didn’t take her anywhere new. Just left her body where she was strangled. The third though, that’s when things shifted.

Jane Doe #2 who wore the ‘V’ necklace, was found in a public park, but that isn’t where she died. Hotch has been referring to her as violet for the time-being, since he didn’t know her actual name. No “Violet” was ever reported missing in the area, which means it could most likely be a nickname. Her real name would potentially still start with a V, he thought.

On the phone with Garcia, he relayed all of this information and was waiting for something to turn up on her end. “I did what L/N asked and tried to find everything I could on the first three victims. Miranda Jall, like you said, was a victim of opportunity and a trial-run. Jane Doe #1 though, while similar to the first, was beaten more and found more quickly. Jane Doe #2 was unrecognizable, I mean like, her face was so swollen from being beaten it’s surprising she was found in one piece.” Her voice was tight and rushed, like the words in her mouth made her feel physically sick.

“I know,” Hotch says. “Which is why I need everything you can find on her, search for missing persons from the past few years again, but narrow it down to only women whose first name started with a V. She would’ve been in a relationship, either long-term boyfriend, fiancé, or new husband.”

“Okay, stay on the line aaaandd.... there are four women, Venessa Traer, Veronica May, Victoria Jennings, and Valerie Hill. None of them look like the other victims.” Garcia says, clearly frustrated. “Traer was an elementary school teacher in her late forties, May had gone missing during a boating trip out-of-state and presumed dead, Jennings was reported missing but turned up a few weeks later, apparently on a spontaneous vacation with her friends, and Hill was an elderly woman who was suspected to have left her care-facility of her own free will.”

Hotch sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, until a thought struck him. “What about middle-names that start with V?” It was a long shot, he knew it, but he would try anything at this point.

A few seconds passed as he heard Garcia’s furious typing on the other end, “Aha! Sir, you are in fact a genius. Samantha Vivienne Garner, reported missing only eight weeks ago. She’s a spitting image of the other women, her name shows up on a lease for a newly remodeled home with one Riley Perkins, her soon-to-be husband.”

“Garcia, I’ll need an address for Perkins.”

“Already being sent.”

“Oh...” She said, sadly.

Hotch’s frown deepened, “What is it?”

“Perkins had posted an image of Samantha saying yes to his proposal, it was in the middle of Millenium Park.”

“Where Jane Doe #2’s body was found.” Hotch said, now 100% convinced that his theory was correct.

Hotch knew that he would be at the precinct all night, the irony of his situation with Y/N not lost on him. She was dedicated, maybe too dedicated, but the same could be said of him.

“Good work, Garcia. We’ll call you when there’s another update.”

“Oh, just one more thing, sir.”

“What is it?”

“L/N had asked me to look into whether there were violets at the other crime scenes and the answer is yes and no. It wasn’t reported or even see as a connection because the first Jane Doe had bought a bouquet of violets from the grocery store, which seems like a coincidence, but Susanne, Brenda, and Larissa all had violets show up on their doorsteps after they were found dead. They were presumed to be condolence gifts from friends, but now...”

“Alright, we’ll look into this further, thank you.”

Hotch ended the call and checked the time. 3:00 am. Three more hours before the rest of the team would show up. He was already setting up in his mind where everyone would be assigned once they got here. Hotch wanted JJ to get in contact with Samantha Garner’s parents, Morgan and Reid would pull the missing person's report and find out the details of that. He would keep Rossi and Prentiss in the precinct to dig into Garner and Perkin’s lives with Garcia. He wanted L/N with him to interview Perkins himself, if he had gotten the very first phone call from the unsub about Samantha, why didn’t he identify her?

5:58 am, Hotch read his watch as everyone started walking in. They were tired, but still looking better than they did the previous night. There were only two days before the next body would be found, and if he’s keeping them for one day, he may have already taken someone.

Hotch was half-expecting (half-hoping) that Y/N would show up early. She usually did, even when it was against orders. Still, he was glad that this meant she may have actually gotten a few hours of rest. 6:00 am and no Y/N, Hotch shrugged off the pit-like feeling in his stomach.

“Good morning.” He says to the other members, who’ve taken their spots at the table. Hotch speed-dials Garcia and puts her on speaker so that the two of them can go over what they discovered last night.

“Well, then if this Samantha girl was the real target and he’s still going, there’s no telling when or if he’ll stop.” Rossi says once they’re finished.

“Exactly,” Hotch replies. He assigns them to their designated tasks and just before he can dismiss everyone, Prentiss speaks up.

“Has anyone seen L/N?” She asks.

“I called her when we got here but didn’t get an answer.” JJ says.

The group of FBI agents share some looks but no one says anything. That feeling in Hotch’s stomach has doubled.

“She wasn’t at the hotel this morning?” He asks. His eyebrows furrow together and jaw tenses when no one answers immediately.

“I didn’t see her.” Morgan speaks up.

“Me neither.” Reid says.

Everyone else only shakes their head in agreement.

“I sent her back with all of you, she tried to stay late but I wouldn’t let her.” Hotch says, fists clenched in the position at his sides. “She didn’t take the files with her so she wouldn’t have had anything to work on.”

“Well...” JJ starts.

“What?” Hotch asks.

“If she couldn’t be at the precinct and she didn’t want to sleep, she could’ve gone to one of the dump sites.” She replies.

Hotch’s chest feels tight, his breathing is shallow and can’t think straight at the moment. If that is what she did, it was very, very stupid. They had profiled this unsub as a psychotic narcissist with sadistic tendencies, there’s a good chance he would visit the crime scenes afterwards. Of course she would go straight there, he thought, what else would she do?

“Alright, the plan hasn’t changed. All of you know your assignments, go.” Hotch says, before he turns to stride away.

“Wait a second, if Y/N’s in danger, we need to find her.” Prentiss says, clearly upset and standing up from her chair.

“That’s exactly what we’re doing.” Hotch shoots back, unable to keep the anger and worry from showing in his voice.

He didn’t give anyone else a chance to argue as he stormed out of the precinct, heading towards the car. One of the cars was gone, which means Y/N definitely left here last night, it was just a matter of which scene she ended up at.

With Garcia still on the phone, Hotch has a thought, “Garcia, send me the last location registered on the GPS of the rental car that Y/N used last night.”

“Y-yes sir.” Penelope typed quickly and Hotch’s anxieties grew with each passing second. “Uh, the-the last pinned location was Grant Park, which was where-”

“The last victim was found. Thank you, Garcia.” Hotch hung up the phone and pulled quickly out of the parking lot, heart beating out of his chest.

You were pretty sure you could feel your heart beating in your head. The back of your skull hurt very badly, but when you tried to feel for an injury you found that you couldn’t. Both your wrists and ankles were tied to a chair, which was bolted to the floor.

Your mouth felt dry, all you could think about was water. That was, before someone came walking towards you from the corner of the room.

“How are you feeling?” The man’s rough voice was too close to your ear, making you jerk back. The sudden movement didn’t help your head injury at all. “Ah ah ah...” He said, gripping your face with one large hand. “Stay still.”

He was ugly. That was honestly your first thought while looking at him. Maybe he hated women cause he couldn’t get a date.

His face was scruffy with a patchy beard, his brunette wavy hair receded away from his face revealing forehead wrinkles. He must’ve only been in his late 30’s early 40’s, but his strung-out appearance aged him.

“Where am I?” You ask as levelly as you could in your state. Looking around, the only thing you noticed was a concrete floor and barren white walls, which hung some wire. A house? Maybe a basement, given the musty smell of the air in the cramped space. It was dark, the only light source coming from a small lamp to your right.

“I thought you were the profiler.”

So, this guy knows exactly who he took. You weren’t just a victim of opportunity, but a target. “You’re right, I am. Which is why I know that you are an extremely...” You take a steadying breath in preparation, “weak individual with no genuine real-world skills who overcompensates for his lack of personality with a massive ego.” You say, staring him in the eyes. “Am I getting warm?”

The unsub pulls his fist back before it lands across your left cheek. You knew this would be the response, though. It’s why you did it. The punch snapped your head all the way to the right, where you spit out the small amount of blood that formed in your mouth. You can’t pretend it didn’t hurt; your eyes squeezed shut against the pain.

Challenging a narcissist usually incurs some type of violence or retribution, but that makes them emotional which can make them sloppy and prone to mistakes. Maybe those mistakes would reveal to you where you were, or even lead your team right to you. You hoped you were right.

The stranger in front of you takes in a rattling breath and exhales in your face, making you recoil. He grips you by the chin once more, putting some extra pressure on the bruise that was sure to form soon. “You are going to die here. But first, I have to make a call.”

The man reaches into your front pocket, digging around until he finds what he’s looking for and pulls it out. Your phone isn’t locked, it never is since you never leave it behind, ever. That of course means the unsub has full access to each number in your contact list. Your heart rate picks up at the thought of who he was about to call.

You didn’t have a significant other, maybe that meant he wouldn’t call anyone? No such luck, though. The man scrolled through your most recent calls and only one name showed up the most consistently.

SSA Aaron Hotchner.

His name made your head light and your stomach churn. This really was a waking nightmare. You pulled yourself roughly against your restraints, feeling the thick rope cut deep into your bare skin. It burned and you kept going until you received a punch to the stomach for your efforts.

“Shut the fuck up.” The ugly man said. Then with a finger raised to his lips as if to demonstrate to you that you need to keep quiet, he presses the call button and raises the phone to his ear. You scream at him and that irritates him enough to punch you once more in the face, harder than the last time.

You groan at the sensation, the pain from your skull and your cheek and your stomach combining to make you feel ill.

“Y/N?” You could hear Hotch’s voice faintly from your phone that the unsub still had in his hand.

“Don’t bother looking, you will never see her again.” Is all that the unsub said, before ending the call and tossing the phone away. It lands several feet behind him on the floor, and you know there’s no chance of you getting it. Not when you’re still bound to the chair.

Your eyes remain fixed on the unsub, watching as he stares you down. He was predictably irrational, moving around you like a wild animal, as if trying to decide what to do with you first.

You may not know where you are exactly, but you know that this unsub likes to keep his victims alive for at least 24 hours after kidnapping them. If he does stick to that pattern, that leaves you with about 20ish hours for your team to come find you. And while you did have complete faith in them, it didn’t stop your heart from pounding faster the closer he came.

Hotch saw the call with your caller ID, and he felt like he could breathe again. He had just stopped in the lot of Grant Park and was walking towards the yellow taped scene when he paused and answered.

“Y/N?” He asked as soon as he hit accept.

“Don’t bother looking, you will never see her again.”

Hotch felt ice in his veins as the line went dead immediately after. The worst thing that could have happened, did. And Hotch felt helpless. His jaw was tense, and his hand curled into a white-knuckled fist around the cell phone. He dropped it to his side, not able to think for a moment.

Then he took a deep breath and dialed Garcia.

“Sir?”

“Can you track L/N’s phone right now?” Hotch asks, feeling the weight of what was happening in his throat as it closed around his words.

“Um, yeah, yes if it’s turned on and if it’s near cell phone towers I should-I should be able to triangulate its location...” While she spoke, she typed. Another few seconds passed without words.

“Garcia?” Hotch said as firmly as he could.

“I’m sorry sir, I can’t- if the phone was turned off or destroyed, I won’t be able to get even an approximation, nothing is coming up at all-”

“Get into contact with the rest of the team, tell them Y/N’s been taken by the unsub.”

“Oh, God. Oh my God, okay.”

Hotch hung up and pocketed his phone. He wipes his hands down his face, frustrated and so fucking angry. With himself, with this case... he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he doesn’t get you back. Now was the worst time to dwell on it, though. You needed the team's help, and he was going to find you.

Looking around at the scene, he noticed that the rental car wasn’t here either. That means the unsub took it with you inside. He must’ve disabled the GPS, either broke it or threw it away before leaving. Hotch immediately contacted the local Police Department’s office to put out an APB on the black SUV.

Think, think... “Okay, he had a personal connection to Samantha. Not only knew her, he loved her or thought he did. He was angry that she was getting married.”

Hotch drives as fast as he can back to the precinct where he finds everyone else, back from their assignments and looking at him for answers.

“When was she taken?” Prentiss asks first.

“And from where?” Reid adds.

“Between 1:00 and 4:00 am, from the park where Larissa’s body was found.” Hotch says, trying to remain in his usual stoic façade. “He wouldn’t have risked taking her while it was light out. This unsub is bold but he’s still a coward like the rest of them.”

“Did you find anything at the scene?” Morgan asks.

“The car was missing, the unsub had to have taken L/N in it.” Hotch took a deep breath. “He called me from her phone.”

That made everyone stiffen.

Rossi speaks now, “Same message?”

Hotch nods once, which is all he can manage. The team speaks in hushed tones as anxiety takes over. “Right now, we have to assume that she’s alive. This unsub keeps his victims so that he can... torture them so let’s get to work.”

“Yeah, but Hotch... if he knows that L/N’s an FBI agent, there’s no telling if he’ll remain on schedule.” Morgan says, obviously troubled by the thought himself if his face is any indication.

Hotch had considered it, of course. But he refused to accept it. Until there was a body, Y/N was not dead. She couldn’t be.

“What did you find out about Samantha Garner from the missing person's report?” Hotch asks, ignoring the implication of Morgan’s words.

“It was called in by her Fiancé, Riley Perkins.” He replies. “He called the police once he noticed she didn’t come home from work.”

Hotch nods, thinking that the unsub wouldn’t be stupid enough to call in the missing person’s report himself. As much of a narcissist as he is, he wanted to keep pursuing his fantasies.

“And JJ, what’d you get from her parents?” Hotch asks, fingers curled into fists as his arms cross in front of his chest.

“It’s the same story as the other parents, everybody loved her, there was no one who held any grudges.” JJ says. “Her mother did mention an admirer, though.”

“An admirer?” Prentiss repeats.

“Yeah, I guess Sam was getting love letters. Innocuous enough to not raise alarm, but still out of the ordinary.”

“Did she say who they were from?” Hotch says hurriedly.

JJ shakes her head, “No, she had no idea.”

“Prentiss and I got Garcia to dig into Sam and Riley’s relationship,” Rossi says. “They were together only one year before deciding to tie the knot.”

“They seemed to love each other.” Prentiss adds.

“Well looks can be deceiving.” Hotch says. “Garcia got his address, Morgan and Prentiss, with me. The rest of you stay and find out absolutely everything you can about this secret admirer, he’s our unsub.”

When Hotch, Morgan and Prentiss arrived at the suburban home at the end of a cul-de-sac, all three stepped out and quickly made their way to the front door.

Three loud knocks on the front door from Morgan and a few seconds later Riley came out.

“Yes?”

“Are you Riley Perkins?” Hotch asked, though he knew the answer.

“Yes, I am. What is this about?”

“I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, these are special agents Morgan and Prentiss, may we come in?” He didn’t leave room for Perkins to answer, as he was already stepping inside.

“Um, what-what is this about?” He asks again nervously, stepping aside to let the three of them into his living room.

The house was a mess, laundry and trash littered most of the surfaces. The man himself didn’t look too good, like he hasn’t slept in a week.

“We’re here about your fiancé, Samantha Garner.” Morgan says.

Perkins shifts his weight from one foot to another uncomfortably, not making eye contact. “Did you, um, did you find her?”

“Yes, sir we did.” Morgan responds.

The man's nodding, fidgeting where he stands. “And?”

“Sir, I’m afraid she’s dead.” Morgan explains as calmly as he can.

Hotch notices the way Perkins handles the news, the tenseness of his shoulders dissipating. Not necessarily relieved by the news but accepting. Like he already knew that she was dead.

“Oh my God...” He lifts a palm up to his face and sobs for a moment.

“Mr. Perkins, I’m going to ask you once and if you’re not honest with me, trust that I will know.” Hotch states after he finally stops. The man looks him up and down and nods. “Did you receive a phone call the day your fiancé went missing?”

“I uh- I don’t remember...” Perkins says, again breaking eye contact.

“Yes, you do.” Hotch says, now invading his personal space. “It was the day your fiancé went missing, you knew something was wrong when she didn’t come home from work, you called the police. And then someone called you, didn’t they?”

“I- I mean no I don’t...” Perkins finally looks up and then sighs. “I don’t know who it was, I really, really don’t.”

“What did he say, exactly.” Prentiss asks.

Perkins looks at her and shakes his head a little, “He said... that I shouldn’t look for her, that I- I'll never see her again.” He starts crying again after that.

“Anything else at all? Was he calm, erratic?” Morgan asks.

“He was like, mumbling, I don’t know.”

“There’s something you’re not telling us, if you’re withholding essential information to interfere with a federal investigation, I will see to it that you are charged with obstruction of justice.” Hotch says, angrier by the second.

Perkins looks like he’s going to throw up and his legs give out. He slumps down onto the couch before he can speak. “He said... he said that he would kill me too if I spoke to the police again.” His head is in his hands as he talks. “I knew, I knew the second the news said they discovered a body in Millenium Park.” He was almost incomprehensible through his sobs. “They couldn’t identify her, but I knew.”

“Mr. Perkins... Riley.” Prentiss takes a seat next to him and speaks softly, trying to establish trust. “This man has killed at least five other women.” His cries stopped for a moment when he turned to look at her, a shocked expression on his face. “We need your help in order to stop him.”

“I told you, I swear, I don’t know who it is.”

“We think that you do, you just don’t know it.” Morgan says.

Hotch jumps in, “Samantha was his target from the beginning, he knew her. He may have even known you. Think, was there anyone new in your lives? Someone who seemed a little too friendly too quickly? He would have made you uncomfortable, he was domineering and egotistical.”

“Well, um I didn’t know him, I mean, I never met him,” Perkins says, “but there was a guy. Sam would complain about how annoying he was at work, a new hire. She said he talked her ear off about his life, asked too many personal questions...” He trails off for a minute looking between the three agents. “Do you think this man killed my fiancé?”

“Possibly.” Hotch replies. “I have one more question and then we’ll leave.” Perkins nods, tight-lipped. “Did she mention that this man called her by a different name, maybe her middle name?”

His face changed completely, mouth dropping open and blinking, “Yes! Yeah, she mentioned that he would call her ‘my Violet’ like every day, it bugged her.”

“Thank you for your time.”

Hours had gone by while you stayed strapped to this god damned chair. The torture felt never-ending. The unsub landed blow after blow to your face and stomach, only offering a reprieve when you had temporarily passed out from the pain. You couldn’t see very well out of your left eye and your fingers were involuntarily twitching. The blood in your mouth was metallic and awful, adding to your nausea.

“You know,” The man said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I appreciate the way you’re hanging on. It will make the ending a lot more fun.”

If you had the energy, you would recoil from his closeness to your face. His breath repulsed you, but you stayed completely still, barely blinking, shallow breaths lifting and lowering your chest.

“Mm, you really need to wake up.” He pushes your head back so that you’re forced to look at him. With his grip in your hair, he strikes you in the face with the back of his hand. “Nothin.”

You couldn’t say with any real accuracy how much time had actually gone by since you were first taken, but you had a feeling that your time was running out. Your thoughts wandered to your team.

You missed talking and joking with Prentiss and JJ, you missed Garcia’s cheery voice over the speaker phone. You wanted to hear Morgan’s stories about picking up women and Rossi’s input that made everyone laugh. You wanted to hear Reid ramble about nothing and everything. Mostly, you find yourself thinking about Hotch.

You missed walking into the BAU and knowing you would find him in his office. You thought about his stern face and wanted to know what it would be like to reach your hands out and touch him, wipe away his anger and guilt. You wanted another silent morning where the two of you would sit in the conference room and drink your coffees, enjoying the comfortable silence of the early hours.

You wanted to see his rare, but beautiful smile. The kind of thing that had to be earned; it was the best. As you thought more about him, the sadder you got. You should’ve told him, even just once, how much you liked his company... how much you liked him.

When Hotch, Morgan, and Prentiss get back to the precinct, Reid’s discovered something. He and the rest of the team have been working the secret admirer angle, which they now knew was a coworker at Samantha’s law office.

“All of the bouquets of violets left at the victim’s families homes came with a note, they all said the same thing. ‘My condolences, -K.M.’” Reid explains quickly.

Hotch knows they’re running out of time, it was already past noon, and the team was restless, but this gave him a spur of hope that they were getting close. He pulled out his phone and dialed Garcia’s number.

“Ready and waiting.” She said.

“Garcia,” Hotch’s voice was stern if not a little shaky with anxiety, “was there anyone in Samantha Garner’s workplace with the initials K.M.?”

“Uhhhh, nine.”

“Cross-check those names with anyone arrested for minor charges, assault or something similar, he would be in his 30’s or 40’s now, white.”

“Only one, a Kyle Mazdin, arrested four years ago for breaking into an ex-girlfriend's home and burglarizing it, then arrested again for a bar fight where he nearly killed a man.”

“We’ll need his address immediately.”

“You’ve got it.”

20 minutes later Rossi and JJ were at Mazdin’s office, and the rest of the team was at Mazdin’s home.

Hotch screeched to a stop in the front of the seemingly normal house, “Prentiss with me, Morgan, take the back of the house, Reid through the garage.”

All of them nodded in silent acknowledgment. Morgan and Reid broke off, headed to the side gate, while Hotch and Prentiss entered through the front.

“FBI! Kyle Mazdin, open up!” Hotch yelled. They only waited a few seconds before bursting inside.

The door was unlocked, and they quickly moved from room to room on the first floor with their guns out and ready, yelling “Clear!” before heading upstairs. There was nothing on the second floor either, making Hotch exhale a frustrated breath.

“Hold on.” Prentiss said, stopping Hotch. “You hear that?”

Hotch furrowed his brows and listened. “No, I don’t-”

Just then, a creaking noise from below. Like light footsteps, moving carefully.

Prentiss and Hotch shared a look before running back down the stairs, but there was still nothing. Morgan and Reid were inside, also trying to find the source of the noise.

��The rental car is in the garage.” Reid said quickly and quietly.

“Anything out back?” Prentiss asked Morgan, who shook his head.

Another noise came from behind the team as they stood in the living space, next to the staircase. Hotch moves silently over to the cabinet door that’s connected to the wall under the stairs. It swings open and his gun and flashlight point at nothing. It’s empty save for a few coats hanging on a rack. But looking down, he sees a square-shaped covering with a latch.

Hotch motions for Morgan, who stands ready to open it. As soon as he does, Hotch points his flashlight and gun down, where he sees another set of stairs leading to a hidden basement. Hotch’s jaw tenses and his grip of the glock tightens as he makes his way down, hearing the footsteps of his team behind him.

As he gets halfway down, he sees a lamp illuminating your figure which is tied to a chair in the center of the room. Mazdin is behind you, the metal wire already wrapped around your neck, not tight enough to kill you, but forceful enough to threaten.

“Let her go now.” Hotch’s voice is strained, his anger making it hard to remain still. He can hear the rest of the team coming down the stairs and stopping by his side, also training their guns on the man. “You have nowhere to go, it ends here.”

“Yes, it does.” Mazdin says, pulling the wire tighter against your throat, making you jerk back a little in your chair.

Hotch dared to look at your face, bloody and bruised, and it made his stomach churn. You were conscious, making eye contact with him and taking shallow breaths. Hotch’s heart was beating out of his chest, unable to stop when he took a step closer to you.

“Another step and she’s dead.” The man said, keeping his grip on the wire.

Hotch’s gun was burning in his hand as it was aimed at the unsub’s head, finger twitching on the trigger. “Drop your weapon and no one else dies today.” Mazdin was taking deep, shaking breaths, debating his next move. Hotch knew the man didn’t want to die, but he most certainly didn’t want to go to jail either. “Everyone will know what you did, and why. How the love of your life betrayed you, how you got your payback... even how you managed to abduct a Federal Agent. But only if you let her go.”

Hotch could tell the words were at least getting through to him. His grip slackened, his back straightening a bit. Morgan and Prentiss took the opportunity and rushed him, immediately tacking Mazdin to the floor. He struggled and yelled, but Morgan kept him still enough for Prentiss to cuff him. At the same time, Hotch rushed to Y/N, holstering his gun.

“Get him out of here.” Hotch told Morgan, who roughly dragged Mazdin up to his feet and forced him up the staircase and out of the house where the local police had finally shown up. Reid and Prentiss followed, holstering their guns as well, only after Hotch informed them to grab paramedics for you.

“It’s okay.” Hotch was saying as he knelt down to your level, all anger dissipating and worry replacing it. “It’s okay, I’m here.” He holds Y/N’s head in his hands gently, trying to gauge the damage to her face and body. The blood coming from her nose was extensive, and the blood on his hand indicated a serious head injury. He couldn’t tell if anything was broken just yet.

“Okay, I’m going to get these off of you, alright?” Hotch asks you while tugging on the ropes, but your eyes were drifting closed. “No, Y/N, no you have to stay awake for me, you may have a concussion, the paramedics are on their way, okay?” She met his eyes finally and then smiled a little bit. It made his chest tighten in response.

“Okay.” Her voice was uneven, probably because of lack of hydration and near strangulation. It made his frown deepen, but he made sure to work quickly at untying the restraints. “Aaron.”

He stopped at the sound of his first name on your lips. It was very rare that you called him Aaron, it made his breath catch for a moment as he removed the last bit of rope from her ankles and looked up at her. Y/N was staring at him with an indescribable look on her face, exhaustion and relief but also pain. “Thank you for finding me... I knew that you would.”

Hotch didn’t know what to say. He had sent her away- their last interaction wasn’t a very good one, but she was here, alive and thanking him. It made that warmth from the other night in the precinct return. “Let's get you out of here.” Hotch gently slipped his arms up underneath Y/N so that he could lift her to her feet as the paramedics came down. Her groan of pain made his jaw tense, but he didn’t stop.

The EMT’s asked if she could walk and Y/N nodded, though she leaned most of her weight onto Hotch. He didn’t mind, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist and helping her up the stairs, into the living room. Once the two of you had made it outside, Hotch allowed the EMT’s to take her. She lay on the cot in the ambulance, and Hotch kept his hand in hers the whole ride to the hospital.

He watched as you drifted off, thinking just how much trouble they had gone through just to get you to sleep.

#aaron hotchner #hotch x reader #reader insert #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch fic #angst #hurt comfort #kidnapping #mutual pining #insomnia #protective hotch #concerned hotch #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #david rossi #spencer reid #derek morgan #jennifer jareau

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themswriters · 4 months ago

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Change | hawk x fem!reader

warning: probably heavy angst, fem reader, probably cursing, maybe cringe , jealousy, probably grammar mistakes.

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You were walking with sam while she was talking about a party she was throwing at her house. You weren’t really focusing on what your friend was saying but mostly on seeing hawk with moon early today. You weren’t going to lie but you felt jealous on how hawk stopped talking to you after he joined cobra kai. It was like he avoid you like the plague even though you been best friends since middle school

“So what do you think” said sam to the right of you, “What huh what did you say” you reply finally paying attention to your friend. “Are you serious, you’re telling me that you didn’t hear a single word i just said” “Uhh no sorry can you repeat it”. “I said are you going to come to my party” sam looked at you waiting for your response “i don’t know” “come on you got to go” you looked at her only to see her begging eyes. “You got to come and lay loose and forgot about that jerk Hawk”. You thought about it and you decided that you can’t let him get in your way of having fun “Fine, what time is it anyway” you asked “9pm don’t be late”. She said before walking off to the last class of the day.

After school finally ended you made your way home. You probably won’t get ready now so you finished your homework then took a nap. By the time you woke up it was around 7:30pm, you decided to get ready now, you went to go take a shower then you decided to wear something a little revealing. After putting your outfit on you wore your red heels then got started on hair and makeup. You looked at the clock and saw it was 8:50pm, “Time to go” you said to yourself.

You finally arrived at sam’s place, you got out from your car then went to enter the party. And as soon as you walked in loud music was playing, party lights were everywhere. You looked around looking for sam but you ran into miguel “Hey y/n, you look good” he complimented your outfit “Thank you, um have you seen sam” you asked waiting for his answer “Yeah she’s in the kitchen” “Okay thanks”. You walked away from him go find sam, Not her in the kitchen, then you walked towards her “Hey sam” “Hey y/n, grab a drink” she pushed alcohol beverage in your hand “Oh thanks” “Okay i have to go but i’ll be around” she said “Okay”. You decided to take a drink out of the cup because you needed something to help you not focus on hawk

After chugging the whole cup you went to get another one, while drinking the new cup you left to go outside a bit. Because you were feeling overwhelmed with the lights, people making out, and the nose. You weren’t going to lie you felt a little tipsy. On your way outside, you bumped into somebody and your drink poured over them and on the floor “Hey watch where you’re going” you said not looking up at the stranger. “How about you first” you heard a familiar voice finally look up to see your ex friend you, you chuckle at him “look who it is the famous hawk, you know your full of shit. “What did you say” his voice having angry in it “You heard me Eli” “Don’t call me that!”. “i’ll call you whatever i want” you pushed past him to go outside, you made it outside then started to feel tears come down.

This was probably the first time talking to hawk after he ditched you and started to ignore you. You were devastated when he started to date moon because you had feelings for him. “Hey i was still talking” you heard his voice, you quickly wiped you tears “What do you want” you questioned him. “ I said i wasn’t-“ he looked at your eyes and noticed the redness “Were you crying” he asked you in a serious. “It none of your business” you looked away from him, you felt him grab your chin to force to look at him “why were you crying y/n?” his voice almost pleading with you to answer. “Why would i tell you it’s not like you care, all you have been doing is ignore me now you want to know what’s wrong with me!” “ ..Wha-what are you talking about” he asked confused.

“You know what i’m talking about, after you joined cobra kai you changed. You stopped talking to me, every time i go up to you in school you make fun of me infornt of the whole school” you blurt out loud “Y/n it’s not like tha-“ he replied. “What is it then you cut him off” “It’s just that things change i can’t keep being the same person you want” he looked at you while he talked. You scoffed at him “I loved you hawk i really did but i hate this new person” you finally told him how you felt, then you turnt around to leave while feeling the tears fall out of your eyes.

“Wait Y/n, wha- you love me” he yelled after you and tried following you but lost you when he entered back into the party.

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Authors note: idk but this seems cringy so don’t judge and if there’s any misspelling or grammar mistakes don’t mind it!! stay safe

#cobra kai #x reader #hawks x reader #eli x reader #cobra kai x reader #miguel x reader #tv shows

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owlwithanapple · 6 months ago

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Bird & Fox

Chapter 6

You took out a few clothes from the closet and put them on the bed to choose the right outfit. The experience of watching a movie with friends for the first time is something you have never experienced before. You feel inexplicably excited and looking forward to it.

You wear a simple white sleeveless dress and a pair of black short boots. Short boots are your exclusive style. They make your legs look thinner and longer, it is more convenient to move.

You stare at the locked room next door, which is where you store your equipment. It seems that you can't wander around tonight. You don't have the free time to play, you skip work today.

It's already four o'clock. It's almost time to get ready. You clean the house briefly to make sure it's clean, and go to the kitchen to get Kirin's dog food dinner ready in case he gets hungry.

You stripped naked and ran into the bathroom to take a hot shower. You squeezed some floral shower gel and applied it evenly to every part of your body. You washed off the soap on body and dried it.

You simply matched your hairstyle with a white headband. Because dressing up is not something you are good at, you chose a blue tote bag to store your things.

More than half of the time has passed. You have matched your outfit and posed then smiled in front of the mirror. The mirror reflects that the clock hanging on the wall is already 6:30pm. You quickly make sure that nothing else is missing before you go out.

Jason can't enter the parking lot without an access card, you sit in the entrance, put on your short boots, pick up your bag and leave home. You press the elevator to let the door open and walk in. You take out your phone and comb your bangs.

Suddenly you receive a message and click on it to see that it is Jason.

🏍️: Stay tuned.

🐶: Oh yea!

Jason POV

I left home an hour early went to a nearby flower shop to look at flowers. I didn't know if tonight was a date for her, but I wanted her to feel that I was serious about it.

The flower shop was filled with all kinds of flowers. I only now realized that there were so many kinds of flowers. I was dazzled by them, but they were so beautiful and moving. This is the beauty brought by flowers.

"Sir, what kind of flowers do you want to buy?"

"I want to buy flowers for a girl. Do you have any recommendations?"

He handed me a bouquet of roses. "Red roses are the most suitable for girls. They represent romance and passion."

I looked at the roses in his hand and was puzzled. "Hmm..."

Giving red roses to girls is indeed the best choice, representing romanticism, but her temperament gave me a feeling that she not suitable for red roses, I didn't know what color should be used to describe her.

I looked around in the flower shop to find out what flowers were most suitable for her. According to her simple, generous, lively and cheerful personality, she maybe suitable for yellow flowers, but I didn't think yellow was suitable for her.

I scratched my hair, I could just keep it simple and give red roses, but red roses were still not suitable. I liked her a little bit, and she thought I was her friend, it couldn't just be my wishful thinking to give her a gift.

When I couldn't make up my mind, I saw a bunch of pure white fresh lilies in front of me. I took a closer look immediately determined that this flower was what I was looking for.

"Hey! This is it." I immediately asked him to help me wrap it up. I chose ten lilies and added some blue baby's breath as decoration. I chose black paper as the base color and matched it with blue ribbon. Black can better reflect the effect of white.

I returned to the car and carefully placed the bouquet on the passenger seat. There was still 30 minutes of free time. I went to her apartment building to wait for her in advance. I sent her a message.

🏍️: Stay tuned.

🐶: Oh yea!

After receiving her reply, I started to get a little nervous. The air conditioner in the car was obviously very cool, but my body was hot. It might be an illusion caused by nervousness. This feeling is really the first time I have experienced it.

After waiting for a while, I saw a girl coming out. She was wearing a white dress, black short boots and a blue tote bag. The colors seemed to match the ones I had chosen for the flowers.

"Huh?!" What a coincidence! The colors were exactly the same. I was surprised. It was really her! She was looking around for me, I immediately got out of the car with the flowers to pick her up.

Y/N POV

The elevator door opens after it arrives. You put your phone in your bag and walk out of the elevator with a smile on your face. When you arrive outside, you look around for Jason, but he is nowhere to be seen.

You kick the pebbles on the roadside to pass the time. You sense that someone is approaching from behind. You clench your fists. As soon as you turn around, you know it is a dangerous person. You kick him. He taps your shoulder with his fingers.

You immediately turn around and see someone holding a bouquet of flowers to block his face. You are a little startled, but when you look closely, it is a beautiful bouquet of lilies. Maybe you are blocking his way. You back a few steps to make way for him, but he does not move.

"Hey, are you waiting for me?" He takes the flowers away to reveal his face.

You were surprised because you saw Jason, "Hey! What are you doing?"

He handed you the bouquet, "For you."

You happily took the bouquet from his hand, "Thank you, the flowers are beautiful."

You carefully and gently touched the petals, looking at the color of the bouquet in your hand, such a pure and gentle white. You looked at Jason's face happily, not knowing how to react, and then stepped on him.

"Ouch..." He laughed out loud.

You secretly laughed, "Why did you buy flowers..."

"You don't like it?"

You shook your head, "No, I like it very much."

He looked in another direction, smiling slightly, and you saw that he looked happy. It seems that he is in a good mood today, which is also a good thing for you.

Suddenly he looked at you with a smirk, "I'll show you something."

You put your hand on your chin, "Hmm..."

He took out the car keys from his pocket and told you proudly, "Suprise! I'm driving my own car today."

You put your hands on your cheeks, "Nani!"

You followed the direction he pointed with his thumb and saw a bright red cool sports car behind. You ran to the car with shining eyes to admire it. It was unbelievable that there was such a cool car in front of you.

"Lamborghini Aventador LP700. How is it? It's much cooler than my dad's car." He smiled proudly.

You bowed and said, "Indeed, your car is very cool." Then he kicked him.

Before your foot kicked down, he took a step back and said proudly, "Nonono, I won't fall for it again."

You pouted and said, "Tsk."

"Get in the car."

He opened the door for you, sat in the passenger seat and fastened your seat belt. You looked around and saw that the interior space was really first-class. You have never sat in more than ten luxury cars in your life.

You couldn't close your mouth. It was so cool that you couldn't describe it. How much money would it cost to buy this car?

Jason got in the car and burst out laughing when he saw your expression “Hahahaha! What’s that expression on your face?!”

You closed your mouth and glared at him angrily, "You laughed at me..."

"I just think your expression is cute, nothing else."

When you heard him praise you for being cute, you glanced at him, his ears were a little red, was he blushing because he praised you for being cute, sometimes it's hard to tell what people are thinking.

You noticed something, there were marks of being beaten on his cheeks and chin, you were sure no marks on his face yesterday, based on your experience, it was the kind of heavy beating on the face.

But you couldn't directly tell the facts you saw, if Jason found out that you were different, it would be bad, all you could do now was to comfort and care for him, maybe he had an accident and got injured, you tried not to ask too much.

You held his face with both hands and turned him to face you, you carefully reached out to touch his face, slowly stroking from his cheek to his chin and lips, while you were touching him his eyes were always on your face, he quietly let you touch his face.

"What's wrong with your face?"

He held your hands that were holding his face and just shook his head, "I was robbed this morning, it's okay."

Your eyes widened, "Huh?!"

He laughed, "It's okay, he just punched me a few times."

You let go of your hands and punched his chest, "What do you mean it's okay! Your face is like this, have you seen a doctor?"

For some reason, he kept smiling and said, "The doctor said it's okay, really."

You breathed a sigh of relief and patted his shoulder, "I was scared."

He touched your hair, "So…Want to have dinner?"

You leaned back in the seat smiled and nodded, "I'm hungry~"

He turned the steering wheel with one hand and drove the car onto the road. A song was playing in the car. You could hear Jason humming while driving, and you slowly blended into the music with the song.

You looked at the scenery outside the window. You saw more sunshine since coming to Gotham City than before. This city is so dark, but even the sunset is so bright and brilliant. You exhaled inadvertently.

From the reflection in the car window, you can see Jason looking over from time to time. When you stop at the traffic light, you turn your head to look at him. His eyes don't leave you. You wonder if there is something on your face.

You hurriedly take your phone out of your bag and turn on the selfie mode to find your face, but there is nothing strange on your face. You put the phone back into your bag, curious about what he is looking at.

You want to ask but he interrupts you, "You look very beautiful today. I'm serious."

You blinked a few times, feeling confused and overwhelmed by his praise again. He said again that what he said was true, and a strange feeling appeared that made you feel happy.

"Thanks for the compliment, handsome." You winked at him.

The traffic light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator and continued to drive towards the restaurant. On the way, you were looking forward to what kind of food tonight's dinner would be. In the past, you always ate very light food.

Arriving at the restaurant, he parked the car and asked me to wait in the car first. The design style of the restaurant looked very unique and chic from the outside. It was a wood-themed restaurant. Jason said that not only the food here was delicious, but also the music was good and there was a live band singing.

Jason approached the passenger door, he knocked on the car window opened the door for you and stretched out his hand "Beautiful lady~"

You laughed and held his hand left the car "Beautiful lady starving~"

He closed the passenger door and walked to your side "What are you waiting for!"

"Huh!?" You were startled and he suddenly ran away.

He started running towards the restaurant. You were confused and quickly chased after him. This guy dared to cheat and not wait for you to go with him. Fortunately, you chose a pair of short boots today, otherwise you would not be able to catch up with him.

When you ran to the door of the restaurant, you two looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. You thought to yourself, what the hell is going on? Why are you running on the road? The restaurant won't close suddenly. You were amused by him.

"Why are you running all of a sudden!" You laughed out loud.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "I just thought it was fun! Hahahaha!"

He opened the door for you let you go in first. You nodded to him to express your gratitude and walked in. He followed behind and closed the door. He took you to the reserved seat.

You got closer to the seat and saw that he really knew how to choose the seat. He chose a seat where could watch the live band performance up close. He pulled out a chair for you to sit down. You sat down and looked around the restaurant.

You blurted out "What a beautiful place."

"The most important thing is that you like it."

You open the menu on the table and look excitedly to see what's delicious. There are all kinds of Western dishes. In addition to the main dishes, the desserts in the restaurant are not only beautiful, but also the best-selling.

You smile greedily at the dessert page on the menu. Your feet are shaking under the table. You really want to skip the main dishes and eat the dessert directly. The thick layer of chocolate is poured on the ice cream, and there are many fruits on the side.

Jason POV

After I ordered, I put down the menu in my hand and wanted to ask her if she had chosen what she wanted to order. I saw the girl sitting in front of me with shining eyes. I glanced at which page of the menu she was looking at. It turned out to be desserts.

It turned out that she likes desserts. This is the first time I saw her with this face. She likes it so much, she didn't look at the main course page, only stayed on the dessert page.

I looked at her for a long time without saying a word, not wanting to miss any of her expressions, just like a little girl's love for desserts, the kind of expression that can't be contained at all. There are so many expressions that I haven't seen yet.

Y/N POV

As you were engrossed in the food, you felt an inexplicable gaze directed at you. You looked back saw Jason trying to hold back a smile, and the waiter standing beside you was waiting for your order with a smile on his face.

You awkwardly turned to the main course page and ordered a fish & chips and a glass of iced lemon tea. The waiter took down the menu after recording your order and left our seat.

Jason looked at you with a smile on his face, and you tapped the table with your fingers. “Hey, what are you looking at?”

He covered his mouth and said, “I just think you’re cute.”

You put your hands on the table and tilted your head. “Are you serious?”

He followed your movements and said, “I didn’t say anything wrong.”

Because of what Jason said, your cheeks suddenly felt warm for some reason. You touched your forehead and cheeks and there was no sign of fever. The air conditioning temperature in the restaurant was just right. It might be an illusion.

He reached out and held your wrist. "I just want to watch for a while."

The atmosphere gradually fell into something you had never experienced before. You stared at each other for a while. He didn't take his hand away, and you didn't let go of his hand. It didn't last long, and a sentence popped up in your mind.

"Ninjas don't need to have emotions."

Subconsciously, you immediately put your hands under the table and looked around the restaurant. Your breathing rate was not stable. It had been a long time since you heard this sentence, but it still made you feel scared.

"Hey, are you okay?"

This sentence brought you back to reality. You rubbed your eyes and focused your gaze on Jason sitting in front of you. He showed a worried expression. You adjusted your breathing to make it return to normal. You couldn't tell whether it was reality or hallucination, but it was very close to you.

You shook your head, "I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

You covered your forehead with your hand, closed your eyes, and faced the table. You took a deep breath. This feeling was really long-lost. Your vigilance was relaxed, you felt more heavy again.

Jason POV

I don't know what happened to her. Her expression changed in an instant. She was not in a good state. She changed from a smiling face to a restless look. Her physical condition was not right.

I looked in the direction where her eyes were looking. No one was looking at us. I didn't feel any hostility. If Joker or someone else really came to me, I would definitely be able to sense it, but now it was different for her.

I stood up and walked to her side, hugged her shoulders said, "Hey, I'm here, it's okay."

She looked at me with relief, leaned her head in my arms and said, "I'm fine, thank you."

Her expression relaxed a little. I could feel that something was wrong with her in an instant. It didn't seem like she was sick, but more like she was afraid of something, but she soon calmed down.

Y/N POV

It's been a while, and you've calmed down enough to be back to normal. You're more awake than before, and your emotions have calmed down. Now you can continue.

But... "Jason, you can let go now."

He took back his arm around your shoulders, but still sat next to you. "Hey, if you're not feeling well, maybe we can go back and rest?

You shook your head immediately. "No! I want to watch movie! I want to go with you!"

His expression showed surprise, his cheeks were a little red, his mouth couldn't hide the smile that had been suppressed for a long time. "Okay, let's watch it together. But promise me, you must let me know if you feel uncomfortable, understand?"

You stretched out your pinky finger. "Make a promise."

He responded to you, facing you with a smile, and hooked your pinky with his pinky. "Make a promise. "

After you two got back to normal, Jason didn't pursue the matter further. He found other topics to talk about. The waiter brought the food to you two. You excitedly picked up the cutlery and started to eat the hot food.

After you finished the food, the waiter suddenly took away your bowl and plate , then brought a cup of ice cream, just like the one you had been staring at on the menu just now, full of chocolate and fruit.

You wanted to tell the waiter you didn't order it, but Jason smiled and said, "I ordered it for you."

"Really?!" Your eyes lit up.

"Really. Eat it quickly, otherwise it will melt."

You took a spoonful of ice cream and put it in your mouth. It was so cold and rich in chocolate. Strawberries and a spoonful of chocolate ice cream were a perfect dessert combination. You were so intoxicated that you couldn't stop.

You took a spoon and asked him, "Do you want to eat?"

Jason was surprised by you "Me?"

"You ordered it, eat some~" You said in a playful tone to make Jason laugh.

He opened his mouth slightly, and you fed him a bite of ice cream. He licked the chocolate on his lips. His handsome appearance and the way he licked his lips were simply erotic, and you were itching to watch him.

"What are you doing? Are you obsessed with watching me?"

"Yes, I have a handsome and rich friend, how can I not watch him?"

"Fuck." He laughed out loud.

After eating, you two left the restaurant and returned to the car. You noticed that there was a bag of snacks and soda in the car. You asked him which movie theater he was going to, he made a quiet gesture with his index finger. He was always being mysterious.

He drove the car to a dark place. There were many parking spaces already parked, and there was a super large screen in the middle. There were cars all around and people in the cars.

You tilted your head and said, "Where's the movie?"

He pointed at the big screen and said, "This is a drive-in theater, an outdoor theater."

You dropped your jaw in surprise "Huh?! So can watch movies outdoors?!"

"You've never seen a movie?" He was curious.

You shook your head and said, "I've never seen a movie at all."

He was so surprised that he covered his mouth, after blinking a few times, he looked at you and said, "I'll take you here to enjoy it today! Let you see it!"

You nodded happily, "Yes!"

He took out a bag of snacks and soda and handed it to you. You opened the package and saw that it was all potato chips. You put them into your mouth one by one. It was your first movie experience. You were not only looking forward to it, but also extremely excited.

The potato chips were really delicious, crispy and slightly spicy, and the taste was refreshing. The soda was super delicious, it tasted even better when poured into your mouth. The taste of potato chips and soda were mixed together.

Ten minutes later, the big screen started playing the movie. You leaned back on the seat with potato chips in your hand. You handed Jason the potato chips to share the joy with him. He took a few chips and put them in his mouth to chew.

You held a bag of potato chips and calmed down to enjoy the fun of watching the movie. The screen was projected on the super large screen, and the sound effect was very good. Compared with watching a movie on a small screen at home, the movie really attracted your attention.

You focused on the content of the movie. The story tells about the encounter between the male and female protagonists in a war. The hero is a soldier and the heroine is a military doctor. The plot of the movie wants to express the story of war and love.

The plot of the movie is really good, and the focus is on two of them. You are nervous watching it, you cover your mouth with both hands, exhale and rub your hands to warm yourself up. The temperature is lower after staying in the car for a long time.

Jason turned up the air conditioner in the car to warm up, then sat up to took off his jacket to put on you, "Here, it can keep you warm."

You shook your head, "Really, no need, what if you catch a cold?"

He still insisted on putting the jacket on you, "Girls should pay attention to keeping warm, listen to me."

You can't refuse his words, because it makes sense. You are really cold, wearing a sleeveless dress. You compromise and choose to listen to his opinion. "Okay~."

He put his coat on me. "What a good girl."

"Of course." You continue watching the movie.

You turn your eyes back to the movie. You can smell a faint smell of cigarettes on Jason's jacket. It turns out that he smokes. There are still many things you don't know about him, including things that he doesn't know about you.

Time passes by bit by bit, the movie has come to an end. The ending is unexpectedly so touching and miserable. The hero died in the war and left the last letter for his beloved heroine, but didn't hand it to the heroine, leaving the heroine waiting for the hero's return until she grows old.

The hero's ending is so real, and the heroine's ending is so lonely. Obviously, the two love each other, but they don't get any response. This ending is not the best ending, but it is a very reasonable ending.

You don't have a thorough understanding of emotions. When you were in SHINOBI, you only had tasks and benefits in front of you. After completing the tasks, you would go back to receive training.

The only and most important rule of SHINOBI is not to have any emotions. The shackles of emotions are a burden to ninjas. You have seen ninjas with emotions die in a terrible state.

You don't understand why ninjas have to be trained to be emotionless killing tools. Whenever your only teacher talks about these topics, you will always be scolded, as if they hide their emotions in the deepest pit in their hearts.

Your personality is originally simple and easy-going. You just want to enjoy every day freely, whether in Gotham City or Japan. Your eccentric personality is the opposite of SHINOBI ninjas. It was once rumored that you are the only one who has touched the taboos of ninjas.

At some point, you realize that you can choose whether to kill or not, and that disobeying orders will be punished, but they still keep you and exile you here until now, which means that your value is no longer important.

Long-lost tears flow from the corners of your eyes. Are you crying because of the ending of the movie or because you are worthless? Maybe both. You don't understand why you are so sad, and it hurts more than a knife stab.

Jason POV

The movie has ended. Frankly speaking, I don't know how to say it. The ending is just as I imagined. War itself is a fight between the strong and the weak for the chance to survive. Only victory or defeat can determine who should survive.

The hero sacrificed his life for the country. The heroine is his only lifeline. She is the hope of his life. Although the hero pulled the rope tight, the rope still broke. The lifeline was broken.

I am the best example. I died and resurrected. I died as Robin and reborn as Red Hood. I returned to life again from death. I brought hatred and determination to die. I will no longer show mercy to those psychopaths. This time I must hold on to my life.

I heard crying coming from beside me. I looked at Y/N. Although she covered her mouth to hold back her crying, I knew she was crying. This is a good movie or maybe not a good movie.

Her tears dripped onto the sleeve of my jacket. She used my jacket to wipe her tears. I took out a clean handkerchief from my pocket and was about to hand it to her, but I noticed that her eyes were focused on the big screen.

I am not good at expressing comfort in words, but I can barely express it with actions. I put my arm around her and let her lean on my shoulder. She lay on my shoulder naturally, and I wiped away her tears with the handkerchief in my hand.

She asked me with tears in her eyes, "Jason, have you ever paid for love?"

I didn't know how to answer her question. The reason I lived was to sacrifice my life for Bruce and Robin, for my father, for my benefactor. Now I only have hatred burning in my heart.

I looked at her face quietly. What a lovely woman. She always pulled me into the abyss. Every word and every move of hers seemed to be fascinated by her step by step.

I slowly approached her to look at her seductive lips. Her lips looked very pink without makeup. Is this the so-called thirst? I have always emphasized that my relationship with her is pure friendship, but I have already stepped over the line.

"Jason?" She looked at me directly.

I blinked and came back to my senses, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

She just shook her head "Nothing."

Why didn't she continue to ask? I clearly heard the question she just asked, but I didn't have a positive answer to answer her. I hesitated about question because I believed in Bruce and was disappointed by him.

I hugged her tightly and gathered my courage, "I have, for my family."

"Really..." She was confused, and her short sentence made me extremely sad. Why did she always show a strange expression when it came to emotions?

I let go of her shoulders and held her face. "Hey, look at me, talk to me, what's wrong?"

Her eyes were all on me. "I'm fine, just curious."

I held her face and looked straight at her. "Y/N, talk to me, please."

Her mouth smiled slightly, her expression had returned to a smile, and her hand clenched mine. "I'll tell you next time, not today, I don't want to interrupt the happy moment now."

My mind was blank, and I hugged her in my arms without saying a word. My heart seemed to jump out of my chest, and I couldn't control my emotions for a while. I always felt that she was always silently guarding herself alone. "Tell me next time."

"I promise." She stroked my back.

Although she is not tall, she has a thin body. I can feel her body temperature when I hug her tightly. I want to hold her in my arms all the time and want to protect her carefully.

"Jason, you are so warm."

"Hahaha, maybe your body temperature is transmitted to me."

I became Red Hood with hatred and malice. I can be ruthless to anyone who is cold. Her thin body in my arms makes me feel warm. It is the happiness I have always wanted, simple, warm and comfortable.

Suddenly an emergency number came, and I immediately let go of her hand. She looked confused but smiling. I took out my phone and saw that the contact number was from Dickhead. Damn, he chose this time.

"Go answer the phone." She said.

"I'll wait for you in the car." Hearing her say this, I felt sorry in my heart. It was a rare time for us be alone, because of my identity, I might need to leave any time.

"I'll be back, wait for me." I opened the car door and looked back at her. I was reluctant but still left.

I got out of the car and ran to a quieter place. I made sure that there was no one around and answered the phone. Dickhead called at this time. I hated him for always ruining the timing.

"What's up?!" I said.

Nightwing sighed, "Erm, I apologize for interrupting your date. I need your help here. It's really urgent."

"Huh?! Can't you handle it over there?"

"I missed one. It's just near your place!" Nightwing said in a panic.

"Huh? Missed one?! What the hell do you mean?!"

"Babybird, listen to me clearly. A group of criminals have escaped separately. One has already run to your place. I can't get through there now!"

"Holy shit!"

Chapter 6 End.

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Chapters three & four

five

I’d felt bad for ignoring George the other day, so I sent an apology and a brief response to his question, and we ended up arranging to meet that evening, but this time he picked me up and we drove out to Lechlade where he lived.

It was a beautiful village, much like Bibury - on the river with locks to watch the canal boats come and go. We sat outside The Riverside pub, with food this time as well as a shared bottle of wine, and talked endlessly about nothing while we watched the world go by.

In hindsight I wish I hadn’t gone. Not because I didn’t have a nice time - I did. But that was all it was; nice. He was gentlemanly to a degree, though somehow I felt like all our conversations lead back to the same thing. For a man who seemed to hold chivalry to a high importance, he talked about sex a lot. I’ve never been the type to squirm over those kinds of conversations, but it did get boring after so long.

And it’s not like he was bad in bed. He wasn’t incredible or utterly life-changing, but he wasn’t terrible. He was adequate. Unfortunately, adequate was not what I was looking for.

So when I woke early on the Saturday morning and found him wrapped around me, similarly to the way I’d been held in that dream that fucked me up so badly the other day, I felt nothing. Whoever that man had been in my dream, it was not George. For some inexplicable reason this all made me feel guilty. That was all I ever seemed to feel at the moment. Either that, or embarrassed. The latter wasn’t quite so uncommon.

I decided it was time to leave, even though it was only early. The alarm clock on his bedside table read just before 6:30am.

I peeled myself out of his hold and sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, rubbing my eyes and my face. I then went straight to the bathroom and used the loo. On my return I got dressed in yesterday’s clothes (obviously).

“Everything okay?” George asked, having not moved an inch.

I looked at him with a smile. “Yeah, fine. I just really need to get home before my daughter gets mad at me.”

That seemed to startle him somewhat. He frowned and rolled onto his back. “You have a daughter?”

I wasn’t at all surprised by his reaction. In fact, most men seemed to be put off the second I mentioned Ruby, so I’d often use the information as a scapegoat to leave.

I hummed. “Yep, she’s nearly 6.”

“Wow,” he coughed and sat up, “you, er, you look too young to be a mum.”

I tipped my head to the side. “Maybe.”

George didn’t say anything else.

I finished getting ready and then found my phone. “What’s the number for a taxi?” Ubers didn’t exist in the Cotswolds yet.

He gave me the contact information without moving a muscle. He didn’t even move when I had to leave. I knew after hearing the revelation of my young spawn he’d never try to contact me again. It was always the way. Fortunately it was exactly what I wanted.

At home I showered, dressed, and had a substantial breakfast before I collected Ruby from my parents’ house. I had a bit of a dickie tummy from the amount of alcohol consumed in the heat yesterday and wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be feeling shit for Ruby all day. The weather was too nice to miss out on doing something fun with her.

I drove the car around to Mum and Dad’s, noting how warm it felt even though it was only early spring. I’d put a dress on but didn’t pay a thought to my thighs when I made that decision. Now they were sweating and I was dreading the later unavoidable chafing.

“Mummy!” Ruby squealed the moment the front door opened, and appeared not seconds later at the end of the hallway.

“Morning, angel!” I squeaked, taking her in for a tight hug once she’d charged into me.

“Grandad did my hair!”

I looked her over as she pulled back, and my expression dropped. Dad had given her pigtail braids but they were uneven, one-sided, and somehow her parting went diagonally across her head rather than straight down the middle.

I coughed, “I can see that.”

“Do you like them?” She grinned at me, smoothing her little hands over the top of them.

How could I tell her they were giving me anxiety? I couldn’t. “Love them!” I said briskly. “Do you want to go and get your things?”

“Okay!” Ruby squeaked, and skipped away again.

I followed her at a much less enthusiastic pace. In the lounge, Dad was tidying away Ruby’s toys into their designated boxes.

“Morning, darlin’,” he said around a smile.

“Hiya.” I returned, noting that Mum was nowhere to be found. “Mum gone to the salon?”

“Yep.” He sighed. “Sorry about her hair.”

At least he knew it looked shit too. “It’s fine. She likes it, so who cares?”

“I suppose. What are you going to do today?”

“I don’t know.” I said lightly, and perched on the edge of the sofa. “It’s so nice outside, I want to take her somewhere.”

“Why don’t we go to the country park? My treat - she can wear herself out on the inflatable thingy.”

“Isn’t that a bit big for her?”

“Nah!” He stood up, taking the box of toys with him. “I’ll go in with her if it makes you feel better? Make sure she don’t drown or whatever.”

My gaze narrowed. It wasn’t very often my dad would offer to do a child’s play activity. “Are you avoiding staying at home alone, Papá?”

He huffed, but I knew he was joking. “Excuse me for wanting to treat my only child and grandchild to a nice day out.”

“Alright, fine. If that’s what you want to do, we’ll do that.”

“Well, it’s not about me, is it? It’s about Ruby.” He said, and I followed him out of the room.

I rolled my eyes. “Ruby?!”

“Yeah?!” She shouted back from her bedroom.

“Do you want to go to the water park today?”

Ruby squealed. “Yes please!” She ran across the landing to stand at the top of the stairs.

I was just waiting at the bottom. “Do you want to go on the inflatables with Abuelo?”

“Yes! Yes I do!”

I turned over my shoulder to where Dad had paused trying to shove the box into the right space on the shelf. “I think she wants to do your suggestion.”

“Alright.” He chuckled. “We’ll have to get a shift on, then, before it gets insufferably busy.”

I ushered Ruby to hurry up again.

My dad cleared his throat once she was out of earshot.

“What?” I asked at the look on his face.

“I’ve spoken to one of the local breeders about the dog.” He practically whispered.

I grimaced without thinking. “Okay,”

“He said there aren’t any around here at the moment, but he’s going to get in touch with others that aren’t a ridiculous distance away and see what he can find. Once he’s found one I’ll let you know so we can go and see them.”

I took a deep breath and nodded. “Alright.”

Dad placed his hand on my arm. “Floss, we’ll figure it out.”

“I know. I just don’t want it to turn out that we can’t get one in time or we get the wrong one, you know?”

“I do. But she’s an angel. Even if we don’t get a blue one, she’ll be happy with a Great Dane. In fact, I’d be willing to bet she’d be happy with any dog.”

I wasn’t sure.

I still wasn’t entirely convinced or even sold on the idea of getting this puppy at all, but it seemed I didn’t have much of a choice. Ruby had played me like a… what’s the saying? Anyway, Ruby had me wrapped around her middle finger.

“Mummy!”

I sat up at the sound of my daughter’s squeaking, a panic rising in me as it did any time she sounded scared.

“Mummy, Mummy!” She cried again, and I threw the covers off me, eyes still barely open.

The bedroom door was flung open as I swung my legs over the side.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?” I asked, not braced for the way she launched herself at me. I sounded half-dead.

“We need to go!” She yelled, and I realised then that she was excited, not scared.

If she mentioned a fucking blue Great Dane called Bongo I would actually shout at her for the first time in my life.

“Go where?” I said tightly as I pulled her up to lie next to me in bed.

Except she didn’t lie down, she sat on top of me like a damn monkey. “Kid’s club!”

Suddenly, it felt like the world had slowed down. Kid’s club? She fucking hated kid’s club. I’d witnessed a screaming snotting fit five days a week for the past six months over kid’s club, had I not? Did I dream that? Or was I dreaming this now? I might’ve slapped myself but that wouldn’t set a very good example.

“Kid’s club?”

“Yeah! We need to go now!”

I blinked at her. “Why?”

“Because!”

I looked at the time. 06:59. I sighed and turned my stare to the ceiling. My alarm was set for 7 anyway.

“Mummy, come on!”

“Alright, alright!” I flinched away from her when she smacked my arm. “Stop hitting me, please.”

Ruby’s hands fell to her sides. “We need to go, Mummy.”

I nodded absently, and then the alarm started screaming. I stopped it within seconds and sat up again. “Let’s go, then. Eager beaver.”

Was I completely bewildered by her sudden u-turn in attitude towards the morning club? Absolutely. Did I think that as soon as we pulled into the car park she’d start throwing another of her tantrums? Yes, I did. For that moment I couldn’t fathom what might have brought her to change her mind.

Ruby got dressed faster than she ever had done before, and was so keen on getting to school that she even put her own shoes on. She waited by the door, her little school-branded satchel in hand. I giggled to myself when I found her that way. She looked so cute.

I pecked the top of her head and turned her around by the shoulders. One thing she hadn’t done was her hair. I quickly brushed it and then tied it up for her in a ponytail with a scrunchie the same colour as the school uniform.

We then loaded up into the car and drove around the corner to the school. I kept an eye on her throughout the short journey, but she just had her head permanently in the window watching the world go by.

We pulled into the car park and I braced myself for a change in attitude. I thought she might scream when I got out and moved around to open the door for her, but by the time I got there she’d already let herself out.

“Bye, Mummy! Love you!” She shouted as she ran off through the gate towards the cabin.

I stared off after her with a blank look, suddenly unsure of what to do with myself. Perhaps Lorraine had finally listened to me and made my daughter feel comfortable enough to spend an hour at the club before going to school. I still didn’t know what the initial problem was, but I was just relieved to see Ruby her normal self again in the mornings.

And it continued that way for the rest of the week. Every morning she would charge into my bedroom minutes before the alarm went off to wake me up, demand we get up that instant and then wait by the door fully dressed and satchel in hand ready to leave. I’d drive her to the school and then she would launch herself from the car and into the hut to start her day.

I was relieved to some degree, obviously. It hadn’t been nice seeing her so distressed over a little club for so long and it was comforting to see her excited about it all of a sudden. I just didn’t know why. My usually very forthcoming child had kept her experiences in that hut very close to her chest - both good and bad.

While before I was trying to work out the mystery of why she hated going, now I was trying to figure out why she loved going.

I hadn’t been on a blind date in… well, ever. This was an unusual idea to me. Why would I want to go on a date with someone I’d never seen or heard of before? Why would anyone want to do that? I couldn’t for the life of me find any kind of appeal, and yet I was surrounded by people that did. I mean, Bibury was a small place. All the surrounding villages were equally small, if not smaller. There was actually every chance I knew this person very well. But then I hated the idea of not knowing until I arrived. At least with Tinder dates I knew what I was getting myself into.

Mostly.

There was one terrifying occasion where I thought I was meeting up with a handsome older man. Turned out he was just old. And I mean nearly 80. I didn’t live that one down for a while.

Because I didn’t know who I was meeting I had no idea what to wear. I spent nearly 2 hours trawling through my wardrobe trying to find something I was satisfied with, and yet I never seemed to be satisfied at all.

I knew I was going to The Swan, but the difference was it was dinner at The Swan. I might’ve been in there most Fridays for a drink or five, but I’d only ever eaten there with Ruby and my parents. Never on a date. For some reason, the prospect of eating completely threw me and all my usual outfit choices.

Eventually I decided on a burnt orange belted culottes jumpsuit with butterfly sleeves. I left my hair loose and gave it a quick brush, applied the smallest amount of makeup because I actually just couldn’t be bothered to, and put on a pair of white strappy braided low heels. I didn’t bother with a jacket, even though I knew I’d probably regret it later.

I walked from my house into the village and to The Swan, smiling at pretty much every single person I passed because I knew them in some capacity, whether it be well or not so. It was another pleasant evening. It seemed summer had come early and honestly I was delighted about it.

The Latin in me craved the sunshine and the heat. I often fantasised about moving Ruby and I to Colombia or Peru to make the most of it, but I knew my mother would never hear of it. While she was proud of our heritage she despised the thought of going back to South America to live.

Inside The Swan I found the host in the restaurant, a staff member I wasn’t very familiar with, and gave over Zara’s name.

The host smiled and looked through the diary. “Perfect. You’re just in that table by the window,” she pointed to two armchairs facing each other with a dining table between, nestled into a crook with a tall window.

It was all very romantic and lovely, and I’d forgotten quite honestly that I was here for an actual date, not just a one-night stand. The table had a tall candle in the middle of it and the lighting was dimmed ready for the evening.

I looked at the person already sitting in the left-hand chair, staring intently at his phone. My stomach fell.

“Oh my God,” I groaned, taking a step backwards and knocking into the desk. “Shit,” I looked at the host again, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

I wasn’t okay. I moved out of sight of the table.

It was the dentist. Harry Styles, the sexy dentist, was my blind date. Zara had royally stitched me up. I was starting to panic. I could feel it in my chest and in my ears.

There was no way I was going to manage a date with him. I could barely string a sentence together in front of him, let alone sit with him for however long and eat in front of him. He’d get to the end of it and never want to see me again. Perhaps that was a good thing. But it was easier for me to actively avoid him than for him to actively avoid me.

I was so annoyed. He looked so good. He’d dressed up a little - wearing beige suit trousers and a black shirt that kind of looked sheer. His hair was a little floppy and messy like he’d just washed it and let it dry to its own will.

I had no problem fancying him. He was very fanciable, evidently. And Zara had been right - anyone would be a fool not to find him good-looking. His looks were absolutely not the problem. It was his profession and my idiotic inability to not be able to build a bridge.

Could I leave? God, I hated to have to be that person to stand someone up on a blind date, but I couldn’t bear the thought of facing him after those two ridiculous incidents in his practice. I knew for sure he thought I was crazy. I didn’t want to cement that even further by spending two hours just embarrassing myself in front of him.

“Miss?”

I looked back to the polite host. “Christ, I’m sorry. Um…” I peered around the corner for another look at him.

He was still very pretty and still very invested in something on his phone. I found myself yearning for him and I needed to stop.

“No, yeah,” I met her gaze again, “I can’t be here with that man. It’s not his fault, I’m just… completely and utterly useless.”

She looked very confused.

“I know I’m not making any sense. Basically, I just need you to tell him I’m sick or something. Please? I’m sorry to put you on the spot but I have embarrassed myself in front of him twice already and I’m not gonna do it a third.”

The host relaxed and lifted her head. “I see. Leave it with me.” She smiled.

“Thank you!”

I allowed myself one more peek at Dr Styles before I practically ran from the pub.

I was riddled with guilt and shame. I just stood someone up. I’d never done that before, because I’d always thought it incredibly rude. I was incredibly rude in one sense, but I was also terrified. Why did the only single man to roll into town for the first time in years have to be beautiful and a dentist?

In haste, I walked to Geri’s and let myself in without even knocking. I found her and Zara in the living room sharing a bottle of wine and a curry from the local takeaway.

“Why are you here so soon?!” Geri stood up at my breezy entrance.

“You can’t have embarrassed yourself already…” Zara said with a frown.

“No, actually,” I pointed at her, “I left before I could do that. In fact, I left as soon as I walked through the door.”

“Why?!”

“Because that man has seen me covered in grease and dirt and talk absolute rubbish on two entirely separate occasions, and I am not opening myself to a third!”

“How the fuck have you managed that? He’s only been here a few weeks.”

“With great ease, apparently.” Zara muttered. “I can’t believe you stood him up! You look incredible! He’d be drooling over you!”

I flopped down on the sofa with a sigh, gladly taking the half-empty wine glass Geri offered to me. I took a long drink. “Yes, but he is on another level, isn’t he? Like… next to him I am nothing.”

“False.” Geri shook her head. “He might be pretty but you are beautiful, señorita.”

I giggled but it was filled with anguish, and leant my head on her shoulder. “Thank you. Still doesn’t change that I know he thinks I’m batshit crazy.”

“You are batshit crazy.” Zara corrected. “But who cares? There is not a person in this village who has a bad word to say about you.”

“That’s true.” Geri agreed.

“Also, you don’t have to marry the poor sod. You could’ve just had dinner, gone home together; bit of sexy time; bit of fun; sent him home in the morning.”

I pouted. “I am not letting a man with a face that gorgeous anywhere near my,” I gestured wildly to my face, “food funnel.”

“Just call it your mouth, you absolute weirdo!” Zara hissed.

Geri rolled her eyes. “Why do you think Ruby calls her nose a snot bucket, Zara?”

“You are joking.”

I ignored the two of them and carried on drinking.

“Anyway, you’re never going to find the love of your life by not going on the blind dates I set up for you. You’ll be single forever.”

“Maybe I like the idea of being single forever.” I retorted. “I don’t want some stuck up male moseying into my life and telling me how to live it, or how to bring up my child. I’m just fine on my own, thank you very much.”

“Bet that’s not what you were thinking when Ruby’s daddy minced his way into your knickers, was it?” Geri quirked a brow.

I was having a hard time imagining Federico mincing his way into anything. How does one mince? Is it slug-like? Or like a criminal in a cartoon, with the jutting of shoulders and long strides with high knees?

“Well, he wasn’t exactly around for very long, either.” Zara muttered, and then looked directly at me. “What was he doing here again?”

I decided to tell a little white lie. I shrugged, “I dunno, some study abroad scheme, I think. I don’t remember much.”

“Was that the last time someone shagged you?” Geri’s question made me feel like a child who didn’t know anything.

I scoffed. “No.”

“Floss, why did I even bother setting up that date for you?”

“I don’t know. I had a moment of weakness? A vivid dream where I was stupidly craving the physical affection of a man. I won’t be doing it again.”

“You’re not holding out for that Italian, are you?” Geri asked quietly.

“No.” I laughed. “If I never saw Rico again I wouldn’t be surprised, and I’m okay with that. I’m happy where I am.”

My two friends looked at me in silence for a moment.

Eventually, Geri said, “Hungry?”

“Fucking starving, mate.”

six

The Easter holidays came and went in no time at all. Part of me had wanted to take Ruby away for a few days somewhere, but since I was apparently about to break the bank buying a dog for her, I’d tossed the idea in the bin and pretended not to think about it.

She didn’t seem to mind. She had so many friends I could never remember the names of that she spent most of the holidays at other people’s houses. On one Friday I had let her arrange a sleepover which she seemed to especially enjoy. Geri came over to help with it, and while the girls had the rule of the roost downstairs, we stayed upstairs and shared a bottle of wine and stuck a film on, but kept the door open so we could hear them in case anything happened.

Mum and Dad also offered to have her a few times so I didn’t have to worry about arranging childcare. She only came with me to work twice, but she seemed to enjoy herself. She always managed to find a way to entertain.

We were back to Monday morning, and I was having an internal debate whether she’d kick up a fuss over kid’s club again or wake me up early like she had done every day the week before the holidays.

When Ruby did inevitably wake me up, I nearly choked at the sight of her fully dressed in her uniform.

“What on Earth?” I laughed, sitting up.

“I want to go now, Mummy!” She squeaked, a delighted smile on her face.

“Rubes, it doesn’t even open until half 7, and I don’t pay for you to turn up that early.”

“Please?”

“No, darlin’.” I didn’t want to give Lorraine the satisfaction.

Ruby huffed and began to stomp away.

“Excuse me,” I called after her, and she stopped at the unimpressed tone of my voice, “come here, please.”

She turned to face me with a scowl, marching her way back to me.

I took her hands in mine and made sure she was looking at me before I spoke. “I’m over the moon that you’re enjoying that club again, but we don’t throw a strop because we can’t get what we want, do we?”

“No.” She muttered, looking to the floor.

“No, we don’t. Now, I can’t send you there before 8 o’clock because that’s not the arrangement I have with them. I also don’t have to - I like our mornings together. So, we are going to go at 8 like we always do, and in the meantime I am going to get ready at a normal pace and you are going to wait for me. Okay?”

“Okay,” She said.

“Good girl.” I replied, and kissed her hands. “Now, you can go and watch TV if you want while you wait. And if you haven’t brushed your teeth I’ll be really upset.”

My daughter’s hands slipped out of my grip, and she trudged her way out of the room. I watched after her as she left, a slight pout to my lips. She was cute and all, but one day she was going to give someone a real run for their money. I just hoped that whoever she did end up with liked a challenge.

I got ready at my usual pace since I was actually in less of a rush than I usually would be. It felt warm again so I dug another t-shirt out of the wardrobe and a pair of black jeans for the journey. I’d only have to cover up with a boiler suit when I got to the garage anyway. I tied my hair up without looking in a mirror, made my way downstairs and pulled my boots on.

Ruby was still eagerly waiting by the door when I got to the foot of the staircase. I giggled at her and stroked my hand over her hair.

Once again I drove her to the school and she spent the entire journey staring out the window. I didn't dare ask her what she was thinking - I didn’t want to pull her out of her daydreams like that, as curious as I was to know. As soon as I’d stopped the car in the car park she unclipped her belt and wriggled her way out of the car.

“Ruby!” I shouted after her, and fiddled my own way out. I hated running, but I was sure as hell going to this morning.

She ran straight to the hut without a hint of hesitation, and I just about caught up to her in the doorway. She looked around the playroom at all the other children, and her shoulders slumped with sadness.

“What’s wrong?”

Ruby turned around and walked back out of the hut again. “Nothing.” She muttered.

I was confused. And bewildered. One minute she couldn’t wait to get here and now she didn’t want to go inside again.

“Ruby, darlin’, you know you can tell me what’s upsetting you.” I reminded her, crouching down beside her and taking her hand to encourage her to look at me.

“I know.” She mumbled, angled towards me but not looking directly at me.

“So why don’t you tell me what’s wrong?” I squeezed her hand.

“Because you’ll think I’m silly.”

“I promise you I won’t.” I hummed, bringing her hand to my mouth. “Talk to me, muffin.”

She debated for a moment. I could almost see her thinking, eyes drifting slightly with her thoughts. She opened her mouth to speak, but stopped at the sight of another car pulling into the car park.

I followed her gaze, brows furrowing. A familiar black Range Rover pulled in, parking a few spaces away from mine.

“Yay!” Ruby squealed, and immediately ran off again.

I took a few deep breaths. “Oh, fuck.”

At a much less enthusiastic pace, I followed Ruby back across the playground to the car park. Simultaneously, Dr Styles made his way out of his car to keep a cautious eye on his own child.

“Oscar!” He shouted after he’d closed the door.

That name rang a bell. Why did that name sound familiar?

I looked at the child that Ruby was suddenly so eager to see. He looked like his dad, that was for sure. He was a little blonder than I expected, and his hair didn’t quite have the curly bounce to it that his dad’s did, but he was so very similar to the dentist in the face. He was a very cute little thing, I had to say. Not as cute as Ruby, obviously.

Oscar and Ruby met halfway and immediately grouped close to one another, giggling over something.

I tucked my loose fluffy bits of hair behind my ears. The dentist made his way towards me, wearing blue scrubs on his lower half and a tight-fitted black t-shirt on his top. His boobs looked better than mine, and he pulled off casual-doctor-chic better than I did casual-mechanic-chic.

The closer he got to me the more weighted I felt. He looked at my t-shirt as he was about to speak, and got cut off by his own breathy laughter. “Morning,”

I quickly glanced down at myself, reminded of which one I was wearing. It was white with a red printed line-drawing of a pair of legs on a bed, face-down, with the caption ‘Lying Down Club’. I cleared my throat and looked anywhere but directly at him, “Hello,”

There was a moment of dead silence between us, but Oscar and Ruby were chatting away with ease.

“Oscar actually asked me to drop him off later.” The dentist said, arms now folded across his chest.

I looked at him properly then. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, I usually,” he pointed a lazy finger at the children and swallowed thickly, “drop him off when it opens, but he said he doesn’t like being there early because Ruby isn’t there.”

“Oh…” I couldn’t help but smile a little. “That’s very sweet. Ruby asked me to take her earlier today, actually. But I’m meaner and said no.”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “It’s a lot of money to send them here.”

I nodded in complete agreement. “And the woman that runs it is fu-,” I stopped myself from swearing, even though the children were not interested in our conversation, “she’s horrible.”

“Lorraine?”

“Uh-huh.”

The dentist smiled at the floor. “Yeah, she’s a stern woman.”

“Certainly one way of putting it.” I muttered.

Suddenly the children took off again, running towards the hut.

“Hey! Ruby?!” I yelled.

“Bye, Mummy!”

I lifted my hands up and sighed. “Bye, then.”

Dr Styles chuckled behind me. “Must be nice to have so much energy.”

“Yeah, tell me about it.” I huffed and turned to face him again. “She woke me up this morning fully dressed and ready to leave before my alarm had gone off.”

Harry smiled, and I forgot how to breathe for a minute. “I’ve had two weeks of it. Took him to my Mum’s for the Easter Holidays and all he spoke about the entire time was Ruby. He adores her.”

I felt my cheeks warm but I didn’t know why. He was complementing Ruby, not me. Still - it made me proud to know that other children enjoyed her company and looked forward to it. “I had been wondering why she suddenly enjoyed coming here so much. Up until the week before the holidays I used to have to push her, kicking and screaming, to go inside.”

“It’s nice. I’m glad he could settle in here.”

“So am I.” I smiled back at him.

We stayed just grinning at each other for some time. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, he was so handsome. Perhaps I was a fool to have stood him up, but he didn’t know that was me. Or at least I hoped he didn’t. Still, I stood before a beautiful man that I would happily look at all day. Perhaps we could end up being good friends one day. It didn’t change that he was a dentist and I was terrified of having him anywhere near my teeth.

He looked at his watch then and panicked. “Shit, I need to go.”

“Oh, me too.”

“My first appointment is in like, 10 minutes.” He laughed, turning away. “Bye, Florence.”

“Bye,” I said with a limp wave, wandering back towards my own car.

Well - one mystery had been solved this morning. Ruby had apparently become best friends with the dentist’s son. There was nothing wrong with that at all. It just left me with that terrifying internal panic that I may have to see the sexy dentist more than I really needed to.

Bollocks.

Every so often, my dad’s friend Frank would bring his car into the garage for a seasonal service or it’s MOT or some other reason. I’d known Frank since I was a baby - his wife Diane was also a regular client of my mother’s and they were very close friends. My mother had always shown a kind of disdain towards Frank, and I’d only recently understood why.

“Good morning, Florence,” he knocked on the window that looked into the office at the garage.

The sound startled me a little, so when I looked up I was wide-eyed and somewhat irritated. “Oh. Hi, Frank.”

I was sure I wasn’t expecting anything from him for a while - he’d not long had his summer service. I ran my finger over the little calendar on the desk.

“I’m not due in for anything - I’ve just been hearing a few little problems with it.”

I took a moment to collect myself before I moved. I stood and faced him, noting the way he leaned against the doorframe as if he owned it. His eyes were dark and glaring and it made me squirm.

“What’s happening?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even as we moved out of the office to the garage floor.

“I don’t know, I was kind of hoping you could tell me.”

I lifted my head a little and stood in front of the car with my arms folded.

Deemed to be one of the most beautiful cars ever made, Frank owned a red Ferrari F355. He was obsessed with it, as anyone should be if they spent such an obscene amount of money on a car they barely drive. I, on the other hand, could take it or leave it. It was pretty to an extent, but the amount of problems it had weren’t worth the hassle of just owning it. Frank had had his since 1995 when they were first released, and I honestly couldn’t believe it had lasted so long. It was the only one of its kind I’d even seen, but it was notorious for its failures.

“Show me the problem, then.” I encouraged, bored of waiting.

“I was kind of hoping you’d do it.” He smirked, jiggling his keys in front of me.

I gave him a flat look. “Get in the car and start the engine, Frank.”

I half-expected a snide remark in return, but he saved me the headache today and did as I told him to.

The engine roared to life a minute later, echoing around the open garage and probably scaring the farmer across the road. I circled around the car while Frank revved the engine in a stupid and wanky manner. I was listening for any tell-tale sign of what might be wrong with it, but I couldn’t hear anything apart from just loud engine and exhaust noises.

I signalled for him to turn the engine off again and sighed.

“Well?” He asked as he got out again.

“I don’t know. I’ll have a look into it and come back to you.”

“Okay, thanks, Florence.” He smiled, and squeezed my arm.

That was why my mother didn’t like him. A squeeze on the arm from a man I’ve known since infancy might not seem like anything drastic, but he’d been known to do far worse. He was a dominating man - calling me Florence when he knew I’d always gone by Floss was just one of his many little ways to express that it was his way or no way at all. Up to this point I hadn’t had a terrible altercation with him, but I know my mother had. Mine was almost inevitable.

Frank was smart. He always came to the garage when he knew Dad wasn’t working. He knew that if he ever tried to pull anything with Dad around it would not end well, so he always visited when he wasn’t in. He also thought it was easier to charm a woman with talk about his expensive car than a man. Unfortunately for him, I knew a hell of a lot more about cars than my father did, and no amount of mechanical chat ever really impressed me.

“Will you do me our special family and friends discount?” He asked when I didn’t say anything, his hand still on my arm. He began stroking it, and I felt sick.

It was true - I had in the past naively agreed to charge him fees without labour costs because he was a family friend. Now he asked for it every time, and it constantly put me out of pocket.

“I’m not gonna agree to that until I know how much work there is to do.”

“Don’t be like that, Florence.”

“Frank, I don’t know how many problems there are with your problematic car. If it’s more than a day’s labour, I can’t really afford to go without it this time - Ruby’s birthday is coming up.”

Telling him that was a mistake, but it was already too late. I could see the newfound smarm in his eyes.

“Let me guess - she wants something extortionate like a dog.”

I might’ve been a bit thick, but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew my dad would’ve told Frank that Ruby wanted a dog in passing comment, he just liked to pretend it was a lucky guess.

“You already know she wants a dog.”

“I promise I didn’t.” He lifted his hands. “How about we make a deal? You give me the friends and family discount on whatever the car needs, and I’ll help you out in getting Ruby’s dog.”

“Or, you could just pay me the labour fees I’m owed and you don’t have to provide any money towards the dog.”

He laughed and looked away. “Come on, Florence. Loosen up a little.”

The last thing I wanted to do around that man was loosen up. “No.”

Frank huffed. “Think about it. I’ll even pay for the insurance on it.”

“No. I’m not a charity case.”

“And I didn’t mean it like that.” His voice had become soft and sweet and it was disgusting. “I’m just trying to help you out, we love Ruby.”

“Frank?”

My dad appeared on the forecourt, and I exhaled heavily. Thank fuck for that.

“Dave! What are you doing here?” He sounded jarred. I should hope so, too.

“Come to see Floss about something.” Dad said, and seemed perturbed by the question. It was an odd question, actually. Why did my dad have to explain himself for showing up at his daughter’s garage that he occasionally worked at? Come on, Frank.

“Ah, right.” He coughed. “Well,” he looked at me, “think about what I said, Florence. And let me know about the car.”

“Uh-huh.” I mumbled, but never looked at him.

Dad waited for Frank to leave before he spoke again. “I have some good news. Thought I’d tell you in person rather than on the phone.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

While Dad explained himself, I felt around the Ferrari for the bonnet lock.

“That breeder I mentioned has found a litter.”

“Where?”

He looked hesitant when I met his gaze again. “Wisbech.”

I’d never heard of it before. “Where is that?”

“Cambridgeshire.”

I lowered my head, still none the wiser.

My dad rolled his eyes. “It’s about a three-hour drive.”

I tipped my head back and sighed. “Well, I guess that serves us right for wanting to find something so bloody specific.”

My dad hummed. “He did also say that there was a litter in south Somerset with a ‘merle’ colour one.”

“What does that mean?”

“I think it’s light grey with little black spots.”

“Sounds pretty. But it’s not blue, is it?”

“No. And, if we were going to travel all the way to Taunton for a puppy, we might as well just travel to Cambridge for the one she actually wants.”

“Yeah, I think that’s fair.” I nodded.

“What’s wrong with this piece of shit, anyway?” He knocked the side of Frank’s Ferrari with his knuckle.

“I don’t actually know. It’ll probably be anything and everything that can go wrong with one, though.”

Dad laughed. “Want some help? I’ve done everything at home your mother asked me to.”

I grinned, patting his shoulder. “Sure. I need to put it on the lift because I’m almost certain there’ll be something wrong with the suspension.”

I didn’t finish Frank’s Ferrari until over a week later. I was right - there was a lot wrong with it. Suspension included. The exhaust manifold was fucked, and I’d told Frank about a year ago that he’d need to replace it sooner rather than later because it was a known issue with the model. Did he listen to me? No. Now his bill with me would afford about 10 blue Great Dane puppies. Sadly, I wasn’t taking home the full five-figure bill since most of it was going towards paying for obtaining the damn rare parts from inconvenient parts of the world.

Frank was in the garage waiting room while I finished the very last touches. Zara was in the front seat of the car while I was tightening the last bolt underneath. I rolled out and stood up; absolutely filthy, as I had been every day this week, and stuck my thumb up at Zara.

She started the engine and it finally roared to life, and I let out a long sigh of relief. I could finally get this fucker off my hands and out of my garage - and I meant Frank, not the car.

I wiped my hands on a clean cloth and went to find the old man so I could get rid of him as soon as possible.

“All done.” I said as I handed him the keys.

“Thanks.” He grunted. “Think I might have to skip out on the winter service this year, Florence. You’ve bled me dry.”

“Cars have a life expectancy, Frank. Especially expensive ones with as many problems as yours does. You’re lucky it’s survived this long.”

“I don’t control the prices of the parts.”

“Neither do I! I’ve charged you what they charged me, and that’s without shipping costs. You want to keep your shitty expensive car, you’ve got to expect to pay the bloody fees to fix it.”

“So what are you saying?”

I pulled a face. Was he really more stupid than me? “I’m saying either get rid of the thing or face the costs of it.”

“Floss,” Zara interrupted us.

I turned my gaze on her, and she was standing in the waiting room doorway with the office phone pressed to her chest. “Yeah?”

“It’s the school asking for you.”

As any parents’ would, my stomach dropped. I looked back at Frank. “It’s fixed, for now. Excuse me.” I headed towards the door and took the phone off Zara and squeezed out of the room. “Hello?”

“Good afternoon, is this Mrs Fuentes-Carter?”

I was too concerned to comment on the title error. “Yes…”

“Hello, I’m calling from the school reception.”

“Is something wrong?”

“Ruby is absolutely fine, but there was an incident at school today and Mrs Moon would like to speak to you at the end of the day if possible.”

“Incident? What kind of incident?”

“I think it would be best if Ruby’s teacher spoke to you about it.”

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Okay, fine.”

An hour later I was pulling up at the school, parking in one of the few remaining spaces. Geri, Sharon and Debbie were already waiting by the gates, and I could also see the dentists’ car, but he wasn’t in it or visible outside. As I made my way across the carpark towards the school reception I gave Geri a limp wave, but I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t understand what was happening. Actually, I didn’t understand, either.

Inside I announced myself to the receptionist, and she guided me down the hall to the right classroom. There, outside the door, the dentist was waiting with his arms folded and a concerned look on his face. I slowed my walk, noting that neither Ruby nor Oscar were waiting with him.

“What’s going on?” I asked, glancing into the classroom where the door was closed.

“No idea.” He said, aggravated and without looking at me. “That woman who runs the morning club is in there with her kid and ours.”

I frowned. “Why the fuck aren’t we in there, then?”

Before he could answer, I wrapped twice on the door and opened it without waiting. “Excuse me, what is going on?”

“Mrs Fuent-,”

“I’m not married.” I said flatly.

Mrs Moon sat back a little. Lorraine and her son were sitting on the other side of the desk facing her in plastic red chairs made for children, while Ruby and Oscar were sitting on the carpet in the far corner of the room, each reading a book.

“Miss Fuentes-Carter,” Mrs Moon tried with me again, “I’d politely ask you and Dr Styles to wait outside until-,”

“Absolutely not.” I retorted. “It is inappropriate for you to have a conversation with another parent while our children are present but we aren’t. If we leave, so do the children.”

Mrs Moon grew frustrated, but she didn’t know how to answer me.

“It’s alright, Connie.” Lorraine said calmly, and stood from her seat. “We were just finishing anyway, weren’t we?”

The teacher started again, “Um, no-,”

“We have an appointment to get to, so you can discuss the incident with Florence and the doctor.”

“Mrs Houchen, please si-,”

“Follow up with me in an email if you need to!”

We all watched as Lorraine and her well-built son breezed from the room, and it suddenly felt deathly quiet. I met Harry’s baffled gaze, and then I looked back to Mrs Moon, who seemed to be exasperated. Oscar and Ruby were still very quiet, but they were looking at us.

“I don’t mean to be rude, but what the hell is going on?” Harry demanded.

Mrs Moon pointed at the now empty chairs opposite her and rubbed her cheek. “Would you both like to sit down?”

“No.” We said simultaneously.

The teacher nodded despairingly, and stood up from her seat to perch on the edge of the desk closer to us. “I didn’t expect this all to be quite so dramatic, so I apologise. There was an incident at lunchtime and I was hoping it could be sorted in a more… calm manner than this.”

“Who is in trouble? Our children or Lorraine’s?” Harry asked, arms still folded across his chest.

“Ben Houchen claims that Ruby pushed him and Oscar hit him.”

“Excuse me?” I choked.

“I know, I know.” Mrs Moon stressed. “It’s very out of character for Ruby, I’m well aware, and for Oscar… well, I’ve never heard him raise his voice at all. Only when he’s playing football. So, I’m just as surprised as you, honestly.”

“Did anyone see it?” I asked.

The teacher shook her head. “No. At least no one wants to admit they’ve seen it.”

I screwed my face up.

“I should also add that neither Ruby nor Oscar have denied that it happened.”

I looked at my daughter as Harry did Oscar, and the look she gave back to me was blank, but I could see in her eyes she was sad about something. One thing I knew about Ruby is that she didn’t lie. She was too forthcoming to care about lying, even if she was in trouble. If she didn’t want to tell me something she simply wouldn’t, but she would never outwardly tell me that she hadn’t done something when she had. It was that reason I knew that whatever was claimed to have happened between my daughter, Oscar and Ben, it probably actually did.

“Have they said anything about what happened?” Harry asked, seeming a little calmer than me.

“They won’t say anything about the actual incident, but Ruby has told me that Ben isn’t very nice to her.”

I gritted my teeth. “Is this the first time she’s said anything about it?”

“Florence, I assure you - if I’d have known earlier that she might’ve been struggling with another student, I would’ve done something about it. I absolutely do not tolerate bullying in my classroom, or anywhere else.”

I felt emotional. I felt like a bad mother again. My eyes welled up and I tried to swallow it all away. “Ruby, come here for a second.”

My small child stood up and ran over to me. I knelt down in front of her and took her hands. “Muffin, will you tell me what’s been going on?”

She looked at me, then at Oscar, Mrs Moon and Harry each in turn and shook her head.

I stroked her face. “Why not, poppet?”

“Because you’ll be mad at me.”

“Ruby, we are not going to be mad at you for telling the truth.” Harry said softly, a lot closer behind me than I realised. “Neither of you.”

Ruby looked at Harry for a while, and then turned over her shoulder to look at Oscar again.

“In order for us to be able to get to the bottom of the issues, we need both of your help.” Mrs Moon said with her hands pressed against her thighs. “And we are not going to punish you for being honest, because what do I always say to you guys?”

“Honesty is the best policy.” Oscar muttered, staring at his lap.

“Exactly.” The teacher smiled.

“Was Ben telling the truth?” I asked, thumbing over Ruby’s cheek. “Did you push him?”

Ruby inhaled, lips pouting, and she nodded twice.

“Okay.” I took her hand and squeezed it.

“Oscar, did you hit him?” Harry followed on.

“Yeah, but only because he deserved it.”

I pressed my lips together, and I could see Mrs Moon staring at her lap, mouth a thin line.

I missed the silent communication between father and son, but in the next minute Oscar was trudging across the room. Harry placed Oscar on the table closest, and he sat cross-legged on the top of it while Harry sat against the edge next to him.

“Thank you for being honest, mate.” His voice was quiet and warm, and he rubbed his head. “What happened that the two of you felt the need to do that?”

Oscar looked at Ruby, refusing to speak again.

“Ben isn’t very nice to us.” Ruby finally admitted.

“In what way, baby?” I cooed.

“He says mean things. He says that I don’t have a daddy because mine doesn’t love me. And he says it’s funny that Oscar’s mummy isn’t here anymore and that she’s better off without him.”

I felt sick. I was on the verge of tears again, and I could see Harry’s hand visibly tighten around the edge of the table.

“Before Oscar was coming to kid’s club, Ben used to chase me around and pull my hair. I asked his mum to tell him to stop but she always just used to say that it meant he secretly liked me and he was just teasing me. But he’s never been nice to me, he’s just nasty and spiteful.

“And when Oscar started coming in the morning he stopped for a bit, and it was fun there. And then this week he started talking about Oscar’s mummy and being mean to him about it. But it was okay being at kid’s club now because even though Ben is not very nice, Oscar was still there.

“Oscar was really upset yesterday about what Ben had been saying and he’d hit him on the arm, so I said we should hit him back. Grandad always says we should hit someone back because it’s not nice.”

I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I’d never felt so degraded through my child before because of another parent. I didn’t know how to react - I didn’t know what to do. My baby girl was being led to believe that it wasn’t okay to not have a dad, because some horrible, nasty woman had brainwashed her child into thinking that. What kind of cruel, spiteful person do you have to be to think it’s okay to bring up your child to believe that?

I could hear Harry whispering to Oscar, and I immediately brought Ruby into my arms for a tight hug. I kissed her cheek, my tears dripping onto her skin, but I didn’t want to let her go.

“I’m so proud of you, Ruby.” I whispered.

“I love you, Mummy.” She mumbled.

“I love you, too.”

“Um,” Mrs Moon started, her voice cracking, “I’m sorry that the two of you had this happen to you in my care. I’m ashamed that I missed it, and I can assure you it will not continue. I am also really proud of both of you for telling the truth, and for standing up for yourselves. I do have to say that physical violence is not the way forward… but, you should be proud of yourselves for being honest and telling us the truth.”

“Neither of you should feel ashamed for not having another parent. And you definitely shouldn’t be made to feel that way by a bratty child who hasn’t been taught any different.” Harry said, his voice coarse. “Not having your mum or dad is not your fault. In fact, there’s no fault to have on anyone’s part. You’re both amazing children, and you should not be made to feel guilty, or lesser than, because you’ve only got one parent.”

I stared at Harry, somewhat awed by him. I wouldn’t have been able to put it as eloquently as that, but I appreciated him and that we were on the same wavelength.

We helped the children collect their belongings, said goodbye to Mrs Moon for the day, and walked through the school corridors out to the car park. Ruby clutched onto my hand the entire time, while Harry had Oscar on his hip. He looked a little big to be doing that now, but after the revelation we’d just had, I didn’t imagine Harry cared very much.

It was a bittersweet moment - one that was of course about to be tarnished by the sighting of the cause of all our problems.

Lorraine was piling things from the hut into her car, badgering Ben in the process. I thought I’d calmed down, but seeing the woman whose child made my daughter upset and did nothing about it filled me with a rage I’d never experienced before. Nothing had ever made me really angry, and this other mother was the exception.

I was about to do something so out of character, I’d terrify myself.

“Lorraine!”

I’ve got big ears!

Chapters seven & eight

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eternalgoddessofart · 5 months ago

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Chapter 2: Love at First Sight

Today....was a long day. Around maybe 11 or 12 at night all she could hear was her brother yelling and running around. The next thing she could hear was the front door slamming and Sam's car starting and leaving. She guess he wanted to do a night drive but wasn't so sneaky with it and she just went back to sleep.

As she fell into a deep sleep her eyes shot open as she looked around she was in a room of just...well white. Everywhere she looked it was nothing but white. "Hello? Is anyone there?" She asked only to be met by her voice softly echoing in the room. "Ms. Witwicky?" A voice called from behind her. She froze as a shiver ran down her spine from the deep and calming voice. She turned only to see nothing. "W-who's there? Who are you?" she asked. "Do not be alarmed Ms. Witwicky I come in peace and I will be there soon to protect you and your home." The voice said as she just felt worried as she looked around. "Protect me? From what and who are you? Tell me!" She yelled as everything soon fell back before the voice could answer.

"Sweetie hey I'm gonna leave money for you to go out with your friend." Her dad said softly shaking her gently. she groan as she look up at him. she looked at her clock to see it was 8 in the morning. "Dad, why are you up so early?" she mumbled still slightly tired. "Your idiot brother is at the police station." He said sounding disappointed. she shot up concern running through her. "Is he okay? Do you need me to go with you?" She asked about to get out of bed before he stopped her. "No, no sweetheart it's okay you get some sleep. If I don't get to see you before you leave I love you and have fun and be safe." Her dad said kissing her forehead as she smiled. "Well I might as well get ready I told Mikaela to pick me up around 9:30," She said getting up. "Okay sweetie have fun and make sure to stay out of trouble I can only deal with one kid causing me heart issues." She laughed softly. "Don't worry Dad I'll stay out of trouble," She said as he walked out as she got into the shower. As she was under the water her mind wandered to the voice. Who was it...and what was it protecting me and the earth from?

She brushed it off as she got out of the shower and after drying herself off got dressed. She put a pinkish brown over-the-shoulder crop top and some denim shorts she placed the shorts over her tummy as she touched. She started to work out a bit but her stomach was still there but going away slowly. "Once I am smaller...maybe better boys will look my way..." She said softly as she heard someone's horn. She looks to see Mikaela as she smiles she quickly does her hair and put on a nude color for lipstick and her jewelry. "I'm coming Miky." She yelled out her window as She puts her boots on and grabbed her money as she ran out. She saw her mom in the kitchen. "Hi mom I'll see you later. Love you." She said kissing her cheek as she smiled. "Have fun sweetheart be home by 11 pm." She said as she ran out.

(outfit of the day)

"Hey Kora you look pretty." She said as Kora finished doing her hair. "Thank you now let's get going," She said getting behind her as we drove off. The few hours we spent was great and definitely cleared her mind about that dream she had. But not fully the voice played in her head over and over and just couldn't leave her thought for a moment.

"Hey, you okay?" Mikaela asked her as Kora looked back at her as she zoned out while drinking her milkshake. We stopped at Burger King for dinner. "Oh sorry just thinking of this weird dream I had. But, I'm okay do what were you asking me?" Kora said looking at her not wanting to talk about the dream. "Oh well um is Sam seeing anyone?" She asked not meeting her gaze as Kora smiled. "No, he isn't. There's a reason you're asking?" Kora teased as she could see Mikaela's cheek become slightly flushed.

Before she could tell Kora, they heard a loud thud and someone groaned near them. They turned to see Sam on the ground Kora gasped getting up to help him and so did Mikaela. "Sam that was...awesome," Mikaela said trying to sound sincere. "It felt awesome." He groaned sitting up. "Are you okay Sammy?" Kora asked as he quickly came up he looked so scared but from what? "No, I'm not I gotta go my car is chasing me!" He said grabbing their mom's bike as he rode off. Kora look to see the car he bought following him. She looked at Mikaela as she looked at Kora. As they both ran to her scooter to try to catch up with them. "There they went under the bridge." Kora pointed out as they quickly went under as they looked around. "I wonder where he-ugh!" She groaned as Kora and Mikaela were knocked off the scooter hitting the ground.

She looked back at Sam, annoyance in Kora's eyes. "What is your problem, Sam?" Mikaela asked annoyed as Kora looked at a giant robotic creature running towards them. She quickly grabs their arms to pull them all up. "W-we need to run Not!" Kora yell as they look back for a moment as they all start to run. She look back only to see the creature get sideswiped by Sam's car as it drove in front of us opening its door. "It wants us to get in," Sam said pushing the girls into the car. "Get in the car!" He yelled as they all got in. Before they could put their seatbelts on they began to drive around crazy to get away from the other creature who was not a police car.

"We're gonna die!" Mikaela screamed gripping the seat. "We're not gonna die, This car is a kick-ass driver," Sam said as the two yelled at one another Kora watched as they were getting close to a glass wall. "S-sam!" She yelled as they both looked. "We're gonna die!" Sam yelled as they drove through it. After an hour or so of driving they pulled around a warehouse in the shadow to hide from the creature. The doors were locked and the lights came off. "We're locked in," Sam said as Kora rolled my eyes. "No shit." "Well at least we got away from the monster," Sam said as they watched the police car drive by she sighed. But then they heard the sounds of brakes and then saw red lights. "You and your big mouth..." Kora hissed out softly as Sam's car tried to start up but couldn't for a moment. One more time and it started as it drove past the police car almost hitting it. Once a few feet away the car did a full 360 opening its door as they all fell out of the car.

Once they were out Sam's car turned into the same creature as the other one and the two began to fight. As they fought the other one that had red glowing eyes launched a smaller robot near them. The three got up and they started to run. As they ran Kora and Mikaela looked back as they heard Sam scream. He was tackled to the ground by the robot. "It's got me!" He yelled in fear as Kora ran towards them pouncing on the creature as we rolled for a moment. She screamed as she tried to keep the creature off her as it left small scratches on her. Soon all she felt was the creature was pushed off her as Mikaela came out of nowhere with a chainsaw and started chopping it up.

While she did that Sam cheered for a moment. "Get him, get him!" He said while helping her up. "You okay?" He asked looking over ora. "Yeah, just a few scratches is all," She said as they looked back at Mikaela's finished job. "Not so tough without a head huh?" He said kicking the head away. As they caught their breath it was quiet to quiet. "It sounds like they stopped fighting," Kora said softly as she went up Sam and Mikaela following behind her.

As they got to the top Sam's car, well what is his car stood looking at us. "It's a robot, like a super advanced robot. Probably Japanese. Yead probably Japanese." Sam said to the girls as Kora rolled her eyes walking closer. "Woah Kora be careful," Sam said softly trying to reach for her. "I'll be fine Sam he doesn't want to hurt us." She said softly as soon the two followed close behind Kora. The metal creature looked down at them.

"I think they wanted something the murdering one wanted our grandfather's glasses," Sam said as she looked at him and then at Sam's car. "Do you talk?" Sam asked as his car started to turn on his radio. "XM Satellite Radio...Digital broadcasting brings you..." He answered as Kora looked at him. "Oh, you speak through the radio," She said as Sam's car clapped his hands pointing at her. "Thank you...you're beautiful...you're wonderful." Kora giggled softly. "So, what was that last night?" Sam asked him."Visitor from heaven and earth Hallelujah." Sam Car said pointing to the sky. "Visitor from heaven...So what are you an alien?" Mikaela asked. All Sam's car did was point at her shaking his head before he changed back. "Anymore...questions you wanna ask?" He said as he opened his car door for them. Kora smiled as she was the first to get in deciding to sit in the front seat. She watched as the two debated outside well more of Sam convincing Mikaela to get in. Ultimately, the two got in and they drove off to god knows where. They watched as he drove as Mikaela sat between he siblings.

It was quiet until Mikaela spoke up. "This car is a pretty good driver," Mikaela said as Kora nodded with her. "Yea...why don't you sit on my lap?" Sam asked as Kora and Mikaela looked at him confused. "Why?" "Because you don't have a seatbelt and you don't wanna sit in Kora's lap do you?" Sam said and well he was convincing enough that she did end up crawling onto his lap as Kora just giggled. She gave Sam a smug look as his cheeks were slightly red as he smiled. "You know that um seatbelt thing was a smooth move," Mikaela said as he chucked saying thanks. "You know what I don't understand," Mikaela asked as I looked at her. "What." Me and Sam asked in unison. "Why if he is supposed to be this super-advanced robot why he turns into this piece of crap Camaro?" Mikaela asked as Kora gasped. "Mikaela that was so mean. I still think he looks incredible" Kora said rubbing his steering wheel.

The car then screeches to a halt and opens the door for Mikaela and Sam. Kora tried to get out but the car locked the door as she got scared. "S-Sam!" She screamed as we then drove off. "It's...alright We...aren't...leaving them." The car spoke as It was glad she had her seatbelt on the car flipped only to be on two wheels she yelped holding onto the seat as it seemed to scan a 2014 Chevrolet Camaro and transform into that. Kora gasped and smiled as she looked at the new interior. "Wow, you look so badass!" Kora squealed as the noise made happy noises. Sam's car then went back to get her brother and Mikaela. "You're glad you came back with my sister but you look good," Sam said as Kora got into the spacious backseat. After maybe 10 or 20 minutes they drove to a field and they all got out looking to the night sky. They watched four large what looked like comets began to land one was a few feet away as Sam and Mikaela went to see what it was.

While Kora stayed next to the car. "Are those your friends?" She asked as she looked inside. "Yeah..they are...my friends." He opened the door as Kora got back and we went to get the other two. Soon they made it to an alley all three of them came out as they weren't alone for too long. Soon they heard the sound of wheels against pavement and the roaring of engines. Kora watched in awe as a large Peter-built semi-truck, blue with red flames, began to shift. All that was heard was metal scrapping against one another till they were met with a giant robot like we saw with Sam's car. 'He is huge...but his eyes are so...soft and gentle' Kora thought enchanted by him in a way. It felt like everything disappeared as it was just her and him as he felt so...familiar.

The others that was with him, an ambulance, A GMC Top Kick Black truck, and a slick silver car transformed as the blue and red robot that had caught her eye as he leaned down to look at Kora and Sam, Mikaela staying close to them. "Are you Samuel James Witwicky and Kora Maria Witwicky, descendants of Archibald Witwicky?" He asked as her eyes widened. 'That voice...the one from my dreams.' Kora thought as Sam gently placed her behind him slightly as he nodded his head. She looked back at the robot as he was staring at her as if...he thought the same as her. "They know your names" Mikaela said.

"Yeah.." Sam said as the robot began to speak. "My name is Optimus Prime. We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron." "Or you can call us Autobots for short." The green rescue robot said as he crossed his arms. "Autobots." Sam and Kora said as she smiled at the name it seemed fitting for them. One moved forward behind them as they turned to look at the smallest of the five. "What's crackin' little bitches" The silver one said doing a back flip as Kora giggle nodding her head towards him. "My first lieutenant, Designation Jazz." Optimus introduced. "This looks like a cool place to kick it." He laid on a car as he nodded back at Kora. "Nice to meet ya little mama's" He said as she giggled her cheeks slightly flushed

Kora look back at Sam and Optimus as the two seem to be glaring at Jazz. She understands Sam but...why Optimus. "How he learn to talk like that?" Sam asked his tone slightly annoyed. "We learned Earth's languages from the World Wide Web...but it seems he learned other things as well," Optimus said his tone slightly harsh. Once the two finished they looked behind them to find the top truck was aiming his gun's arms? at them. The two hiding behind Kora slightly. "My weapon's specialist Ironhide." Optimus stated watching.

"You feeling lucky punk?" Ironhide asked them as she heard Sam gulp as Kora just rolled her eyes a smile on her face. I was enjoying these guys. "Easy Ironhide." Optimus warned leaning down just in case. He seemed unedge from this as she wondered why. "Just kidding, I just wanted to show my canons..." He said his tone slightly down as Kora gave him a softer smile. "I liked them they are very nice, look like they can do some damage." Ironhide chuckled as he looked at his leader. "I like this little femme."

Optimus smiled slightly as he introduced the green rescue truck that was by his side as it was sniffing the air. "Our medical officer Ratchet." "Hmm..the boy's pheromone levels indicate he wishes to mate with the black hair female," Ratchet explained as I giggled the two looking away from each other. "And it seems the other pheromone suggests she is feeling strong emotions for.." Ratchet stops as he looks up at Optimus. Kora cheeks become red as she look away. "Well its because...he just seems so familiar. I've heard you in my dreams talking to me."

"I was able to communicate to warn you what is to come Kora. I will get to that soon. It seems you three already know of your brother's guardian, Bumblebee." Optimus said as she look up. They looked up at Bumblebee as he playfully punched the air. "Check on the rep, yep, second to none." His radio said as she giggled at him. "So you're my guardian?" Sam said as he nodded but soon a laser hit his throat as he coughed holding it. "His vocal processor were damaged in batter, I'm still working on them." He said as Mikaela walked closer to Optimus as Kora followed her. "Why are you here? I'm sure she would know if she heard you but it seems she is just as confused as us." Mikaela as she looked at Kora as she looked at her then back at Optimus.

His large blue orbs stared at her as Kora's cheeks flushed. Her heart beat fast in her chest. What was this strange feeling when she is near him? And why didn't she want it to stop? it was electric and made her feel light as if she knew he be there for her for the rest of her life. "Kora? you okay?" Sam asked as she came out of her world everyone stared as she realized she was just staring at Optimus. "Yea I'm fine I promise." "But back to you said Mega what?" Sam said as Optimus presses something on his head and a blue laser shot out of his eyes. It created an image around them causing them to move so they can watch it.

"Our planet was once a powerful empire, peaceful and just. Until we were destroyed." His hologram of Megatron appeared. Making her spine shiver in fear, his red orbs looked to be full of anger and looked hungry for power. "Our war finally consumed the planet and the all spark was lost to the stars. Megatron followed it to Earth where Captain Witwicky found him." Optimus explained as Kora and Sam smiled. "Our grandfather." The two said as Optimus nodding continuing the story.

"It was an accident that intertwined our fates. Megatron crash-landed before he could retrieve the cube. Captain Witwicky accidentally activated his navigation system. The coordinates to the Cube's location were imprinted on his glasses." He finished as Sam looked up at him. "How'd you know about his glasses?" Kora and Optimus looked at Sam. "EBay." They said together as he stared at her. Kora face was slightly red as she crossed her arms. Her stomach turned as his blue orbs stared at her so intensely

"If they could learn our language from the web, they would be able to find those glasses you've been trying to bid for money." Kora said glaring at Sam as he looked down guilty. Optimus cleared his throat as they stared at him. "You know I've noticed you stare at my sister a lot." Sam said as Kora slapped his arm the bots chuckled but stopped when Optimus looked at them all. "If the Decepticons find the all spark, they will use it's raw power tp transforms Earth's machine and build a new army." Ratchet spoke up as the three stared at them all.

"The entire human race will be extinguished, Sam and Kora Witwicky, you hold the key to Earths survival." Optimus said standing tall as all autobots stared at the three humans before them. "Sam...you better have those fucking glasses at home." Kora said her tone stern as Sam looked pale. she sighed as she looked at Optimus. She calmed as she knew deep down no matter what...he be there to protect her.

Here is chapter two sorry it took so long life and college got in the way. I hope you guys enjoy!

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ziee · 3 years ago

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Yb(TeddyBear) x Reader

"Before I go, I wanted to get you something special." Your dad says, turning around to rummage in his bag. You watched his back in curiosity, wondering what he would have gotten his 22-year-old daughter. He was going on a business trip for about 2 weeks, but every time spent away from you, your dad always got you something. Mostly plushies, or some childish stickers. It started as a kid, your dad would always have to leave due to business trips, so it's kind of sweet he still does it.

"Tada!" He excitedly says, turning around while holding a large plush in his hands. In his hands, he held a rather large stuffed bear. It wore a black vest with a blue shirt, housing a rather cute black and white heart. It's fur was grey, with large blue eyes.

You smiled at him, thinking that the bear was incredibly cute for just being a stuffed bear. "Aw dad, he's so adorable!" You squealed, taking the bear from your dad's hands. He puffed out his chest in pride due to your reaction.

"I bought him in the cafe next to your work, they said he was one of a kind. I'm pretty sure he has a name too, check the tag." You rolled the tag on the bear's back around and looked at the tiny words. Your boyfriend- Peter!

"So your names Peter huh?" You smile and hold the bear to your chest. "Thank you dad, this is much better than those paw patrol stickers from last time." You playfully roll your eyes as your dad clutches his chest in a playful manner.

"You hurt me Y/n, I thought that was your favorite show." He fakes his painful expression as you laugh.

"Yeah, from like when I was 5!" You shout at your dramatic dad. Once the giggling fades, you move in to hug him. "Stay safe, ok?" You mumble into his chest. Your dad wraps his arms around you, pulling you tighter in.

"I'll be back before you know it." He kisses the top of your head and lets you go, moving to enter his car. As he drives off, you wave goodbye. Returning your focus on the bear in your arms, you smile as you run your fingers through his soft fur. Entering the house, you make your way towards your bedroom.

Placing the bear on your bed, you settle him between your pillows before leaving the room. "What to do now.." You mumble just as your stomach growls. Food, of course. You hadn't even eaten breakfast. It was just 5 minutes past 9 AM. Your dad usually leaves early on business trips, so you wake up to say goodbye.

Entering the kitchen, you go to prepare some food. The day moves on as you do your usual activities on your off days. Clean the house, get some groceries, dread going to work the next day. You decided to try and relax, preparing a hot enough to melt your bones bath. Perfect.

You stripped in the bathroom, setting your clothes on the counter before realizing you forgot one thing. Wrapping a towel around your nude body, you enter your room for a candle to light. You then notice how your bear was suddenly not on your bed. Your brows furrow as you stepped closer to your bed before feeling a soft plush under your foot. You yelp and scramble backward, tripping on your own feet before falling on your ass.

You moan in pain as your rub your pained butt, looking forwards at the monster that tripped you. It was.. Peter? "Peter? How did you get on the floor?" The window wasn't open, preventing the breeze from coming in. Even though you don't think a little breeze would knock over a plush bear. Your exposed legs closed as you move to crawl towards your bear.

In doing so, your towel got caught under your knee, pulling it down from your chest. There you sat, crawling towards your bear in the nude. You didn't really care, there was no one else but you home and besides, you walked around this house naked before. You got to your bear, taking hold of its.. Hot body?

Was it in the sun or something? His fur felt warm as well a pink tint on its cheeks. Maybe you just didn't see the pink outside. You stood up, holding the bear to your chest before placing it back on your bed. "Now you stay there, alright?" You say, pointing a finger at the grey bear before grabbing the items you need, making your way back to the bathroom.

The day went on with no more predicaments. You relaxed in your bath, ate as much as you wanted without annoying comments.. And soon enough the day was coming to an end. Changing into your pj's, you stripped once more in your room and threw on a t-shirt and some shorts.

Washing your face, you hopped back into your room and jumped onto the bed. Bouncing up and down with your new teddy, you smiled before pulling out your phone. You brought the bear under your arms, looking as though you're cuddling it as you scroll through social media.

Eventually, you got tired and put away your phone on the nightstand. Turning off your light, you rolled over, away from the plush before falling asleep. As the clock reached 12, your bed suddenly bore new weight.

Your bear disappeared from view, instead, a man took its place. Beside you, the man silently watched as you slept. He wore the same as his stuffy counterpart, but with the addition of black pants. Blue eyes, almost suffocating, stared at your unconscious body.

Feeling his grin widen, so did his boxers. "Oh darling, I almost couldn't control myself after that show you pulled earlier.." He whispered as his hand ghosted your cheek, almost touching your warm skin before stopping himself. He got off the bed, making his way to the other side, towards where you've turned.

Leaning down, his face stood in front of yours. His breathing turned heavy as he stared at your face. Cheeks dusted with red blush, a large tent formed in his pants. Soon, the pounding of his cock beneath his clothes became too much for him. Growing annoyed, he figured he can just relieve himself while watching you..

The next day was busy. Having to get up early, get ready for work, and whatnot. Thankfully, the shift seemed to end quickly. Although you hate it when it gets super busy, it does make the time fly by. When you got home, you kicked off your shoes and headed straight for the shower.

Walking in your room to grab your pj's, you smile as you spot Peter on the bed. "Hi Peter, did you get lonely when I was gone." You asked the stuffed animal.

...

Why are you talking to a plushie.

After your shower, you flopped down on your bed. Grabbing the bear, you set him on your chest as you stared into your phone. Peter couldn't see your face but did feel your breasts underneath him. Rising up and down from your breathing, he watched you as scrolled endlessly.

The first week went by quickly, your routine being work, shower, lounge around. Maybe do some chores here and there, obviously you had a little more control when your dad was out, and do some snack trips.

All the while, every night when the clock hits 12, your little bear would turn into a 6'5 man. Who is awfully obsessed with you. He wishes you would take him everywhere, feeling anger every time you leave him on the bed. But it's to be expected, you still only know of his toy form. That would change this week.

Only having a week until your father gets home, he doesn't want to miss his chance to introduce himself. He doesn't know why he waited this long anyway, I guess it's just so fun to watch your sleeping face as he.. Uh, does his 'activities'.

As of right now, it was about 11:50. Just 10 more minutes. He could wait that long. You had already gone to bed, sleeping like an angel, but facing away from him. He grumbled as the clock took its time ticking.

But alas, it struck midnight. He stretched his stiff body, staying in the same position every day unless you readjusted him. He moved his weight off the bed, walking over to the side where you lay before kneeling down.

He smiled as he leaned in close, feeling your soft breaths through your nose on his. Watching you sleep was a ritual, but recording every detail of you was a way of art. The way your nostrils flared slightly as you breathed out, your lips growing dryer throughout the night, and your beautiful open eyes..

Opened eyes?

The first thing you usually woke up to was either your nightstand or the ceiling. Not a pair of large, blue eyes. Wait, blue eyes? You shot up, away from the strange man as you scooted to the other side of your bed.

"Who are you." You shakily spoke, feeling around the bed for anything you could use as a weapon. In doing so, you realize your bear is now missing. Your eyes now pierce the stranger on the other side of the bed, not daring to move as he stares at you. Wait a minute..

He looks familiar. His clothing reminds you of your bear. As well as his eyes.. And skin too?? "Peter..?" You whisper, furrowing your brows. His eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face.

"Yes! I'm your boyfriend." He comes up on the bed, sitting in front of you as confusion racks your brain.

"Wait- Are you really my stuffed bear?" He nods. "But how? You're a stuffed BEAR! Not a human? Are you a cursed bear or something?" You look at his skin, trying to find any markings of curses or what not when he grabs your hands softly.

"I'm not cursed. I turn into a human at midnight each night." He smiles, rubbing his thumb over your hand. "You're really cute when you sleep." Bringing your hand up, he rubs his cheek against your palm, all the while as he stares at you.

Your mouth opens, flabbergasted at what you've just been told. Your bear can turn into a human. Each night. And he's been staring at you while you sleep?? "How come you didn't tell me before? You could have just woken me up."

"You're always so busy in the mornings, and I want you to get your beauty rest.~" He mumbles, rubbing his face into your hand. You let it happen, a bit weirded out but I mean, it is your bear. Your bear.. That saw you naked... MULTIPLE TIMES.

OH MY GOD.

Your cheeks suddenly flush, remembering all the times you've been naked in your room the past week. The first day burns into your mind. He takes notice of your blush, grinning as he guesses what you're thinking about.

"You know, I've seen your body so many times yet you have never seen mine." Great observation dude, this is the first time I'm learning about it too.

"What are you saying?" His rubbing stopped, seeing him lick his lips before bringing his head up. My hand falls onto my lap as he grins.

"If you want.. I could show you." He's offering to show you his body? Actually, you've never seen a man's body. In-person, of course. It's not like you haven't had boyfriends, but you never got close enough for 3rd base. This- your teddy bear is now offering to show you his junk.

...

You were a little curious.

"I've listened to the videos you watched, and albeit I'm still furious that you would look at other bodies while pleasuring yourself but, I've only ever heard male voices." Your face burned in shame. Completely forgetting most of the time that your bear was right beside you as you touched yourself, he was right.

Your history consisted of mostly guys jerking off. You just found it fascinating and fucking hot, how they came. The different ways they would touch themselves too, and their small groans of pleasure.. Thinking about this is getting you a little wet..

"Oh um well.." You didn't know what to say. 'Yes, I wanna see your dick.' ?? God you were such a virgin. He watched you with a smirk, watching as your eyes zoomed everywhere but his eyes. He could tell you wanted to say yes, but you were just too embarrassed. Cute.

Slowly, he grabbed hold of your hands and placed them on his chest. You let out a quick 'eep' as you felt his hard chest. Looking up towards him, his encouraging smile allowed you to run your hands over his shirt. Your hands were a bit shaky at first, but you kept telling yourself this was alright. It was your stuffed bear anyways.

Moving one hand down, you poked his belly button, making him laugh a bit. That seemed to ease you, moving your hands more freely around his chest. You got curious, wanting to see under the vest and shirt.

You inched your hands down, looking up at him as you do so. You flick your fingers under his shirt, slowly pulling it up. He stared at you and grinned, allowing you to do so. "My, so eager.."

"Shh!" You blushed as you lifted his shirt up. He took off his vest as you placed your hand just below his collar bone, holding up the shirt as your other hand cautiously touches his free skin.

His skin was cold, and grey. Flinching at your first touch, you watch in awe as his stomach clenches before relaxing. His belly button was small, a cute innie. Your hand moved up from his hips towards his nipples. They were a darker shade of grey than him, small as well.

You ran your fingers over his right one, instantly becoming hard from your touch. Your cheeks flushed with heat and color as he arched his back, pushing his chest out towards you. You softly pinched one, making him let out a soft moan. You immediately release his nipple and throw your hands up, shocked. His shirt fell after your hand left, as his eyes stared at you in confusion. "Did I do something wrong, darling?" His whispered voice made you want to writhe in excitement. You made a guy feel good! Even moan! Your fantasies were coming true, and oh boy were you gonna milk this.

"N-no.. I just got a little excited." You mumble, fanning yourself with your hands. His face morphed into one of pure delight, his cheeks dusted with the same pink as you. Lifting his hand up, he pulled his shirt up and grabbed one of your hands, placing your palm against his chest once more.

"Then by all means.. Continue to explore." You felt your legs twitch as you got even more aroused. Now with another free hand, you used both to play with his nipples. Twisting, flicking, pulling, all the while a large tent was forming under his pants. You wondered what it would feel like licking his nipples.. Should you- ask?

...

"Can I.. Can I lick them?" Peter almost creamed in his pants. Figuring you were too far though, he grabbed your waist and pulled you upon his lap.

"You can do whatever you want with me. I'm yours." He answered, begging in his head that you would do much more than lick his nips. You licked your lips as you stared at his swollen nipples, moving your head closer towards his chest before your mouth was almost touching one of them.

You opened your mouth, lolling out your tongue before giving a quick flick onto one of them. Peter's body flinched at the cold contact, creating a jolt of pleasure straight to his pelvis. You pulled his nipple into your mouth, twirling it around your tongue. He let out more moans, encouraging you to do more.

Softly biting into his skin, he continued to be at your mercy. You released him from your mouth, looking at the bite marks encased into his skin. You grinned, staring at his flushed face. "I didn't know you were so sensitive." You teased, trailing a finger around his abused nipple.

He smirked, deciding to say nothing but look down. Following his gaze, you suddenly realized that you were subconsciously grinding against his knee. You opened your mouth but closed it after not knowing what to say. God, how desperate were you?

"Didn't know you were so horny y/n." He let his shirt fall and grabbed your waist, moving you back and forth faster on his knee. You jolted and moaned, the feeling of someone else pleasuring you was far better than you expected.

"Mmm.. Oh god.." You clutched onto his shoulders as he swayed you, your shorts doing little to nothing in resistance, which you thanked. You jolted every time you moved, your breathing heavy as you felt nothing which you've felt before. You wanted more.

"Peter.. Do you wanna do it?" You moaned into his ear, still clutching onto his shoulders. He stopped moving you, softly pushing you off his knee and onto your back. Leaning over you, his wide blue eyes stared into yours. Rose dusted his cheeks as his tongue licked his lips.

"I've been waiting since day 1 to do this to you, darling." He leaned down, rubbing his head against your breasts. You bit your lip as your thighs trembled in anticipation. You could see his cock against his pants, trying to escape.

This would be your first time seeing a real cock. In person. Up close. And very, very, personal. He removed his head, touching his fingers against your shirt before pulling it off you. He stopped to admire, watching as your chest rises and falls, remembering the time he had sat there. God, you were so warm.

He moved down, pulling down your shorts. Easy enough, but he stopped at your underwear. Dragging his fingers over your clothed slit, you whined at the consistent pounding of your clit. "Patient love, like I have been.." He growled as he continued pushing into your clit. Due to how wet you were, your underwear soon became drenched at the constant pushing. He soon takes off your underwear, coming over you once more as he leaned down.

With the underwear in his hands, he takes a long lick up the cloth, sapping up all your juices. You watch, mouth agape. That was fucking hot. He smirked at your blinded reaction, too red to move. Throwing the panties on the ground, he pushed your legs up before spreading them apart.

Resting in front of you, it was now time for the grand show. "Are you ready to take me all dear?" He purred, reaching for his zipper.

"Yes! I want your cock inside me, please!" You cry, all the teasing from him was too much for your virgin self. He chuckled as he unzipped his pants, his cock almost protruding from his boxers. You breathed heavily as you stared at his erection. Such a pervert.

He brought down his boxers, pulling them down to his knees. There, his cock stood at full attention. "Is it- uh, always this big?" You gulped, seeing the size. He laughed, bringing a hand to your cheek, swiping his thumb against your skin.

"Only when I see you, darling."

"Will it fit?" You question.

Like an idiot.

"Of course it will. Don't worry, you'll only feel a little bit of pain. If it hurts, I'll take it out, alright?" He promised, giving you an oscar worthy smile. You relaxed a bit, trusting him enough to stick it in you. Just like your doctor.

You breathed out and nodded, confirming you still wanted to do it. He positioned himself over you, his tip touching your entrance. "Just relax, alright?" He leaned down, giving you the first kiss of the evening. Your lips mushed together, you being a bit less experienced but still, it was romantic.

Pulling away left a string of saliva, turning you on even more. He stroked himself over your slit before slowly pushing himself inside. The tip was alright, but past that it started to hurt. You grabbed onto his arms and squeezed, stopping him immediately. He nuzzled into your neck as you breathed, trying to relax.

As soon as you were ready, you nodded against his head. He kissed your shoulder before pushing himself further in. You breathed in and out, trying to relax. "I'm- in." He panted, resisting the urge to destroy you.

"Your so- b..big." You moan, clenching his arms. He chuckled, sweat growing on his forehead.

"Thank you dear, you're the perfect fit for me." He waited until you were alright, slowly pulling out as you gave him a nod. Pushing himself back in, you gasped. Continuing to do so slowly, pain turned into less pain before it turned into pleasure.

"F-faster." You moan into his ear. He complied happily, turning up the heat with his hips. The slapping of skin commenced in the room, panting and moans swirled around the 4 walls as sweat dripped.

His thrusts were hard, pushing himself in and out of your wet hole. His cock shone from your juices as he panted in your ear. Him being inside you excited you, but hearing his groans and pants? You thought you were already close to cumming.

His hands suddenly went to your hips, gripping into your skin as he pounded harder into you. Was he already close? His thrusts suddenly went wild, pounding into you harder and harder. You saw his thighs start to shake before he lets out a long, low groan.

Hot liquid shoots into you, leaving him blinded with pleasure. His hips go into auto as he pumps his seed into you, filling you up before he stops. Pulling out of you, a trail of liquids follows him out. Great, now you'll have to wash your sheets, but to be honest, that was far from your worries.

You hadn't even cum yet! You felt him all up, let him in and you don't even get to cum?? He lays next to you, panting. You watch as his breathing slows from hurried gasps. "Had fun?" You mumble, staring into his eyes.

"Yes, you felt amazing darling." He lifts himself up, before rolling to hover over you. You're trapped under his arms, smiling at what's about to happen. "Don't think I haven't felt your glares at me, I'll get you to cum too, dear~" He smirks as he leans down, head before your entrence.

Is he gonna..? After he put it in?!

That's hot.

You grin as you felt his hands trailing your thighs before clutching onto them. You start to feel his breath on your clit, waiting in anticipation for what's to come. You squeal as you felt the first lick. His long tongue spreading along your whole slit. It's so wet and warm, mixing with his own cum. He doesn't seem to mind though, lapping it all up along with your juices.

You moan as he gets into it, taking your clit into his mouth as he sucks. Placing a hand on his head, you softly urge him into you further, making him suck harder. Biting your lip, you muffle your moans as he twirls your clit along his tongue.

You buck your hips into his mouth, your breasts bouncing along with your body. You place your other hand onto your tit, rubbing and squeezing your nipple. It seems to boost your arousal, suddenly getting more and more sensitive.

You jolt and tremble under his tongue, squealing as the pleasure overwhelms you. You squeeze your tit hard, pushing his head into you as you buck widely into his mouth. Crying out as you cum, you see white. When that fades, you're left dazed. Your hands move back beside your hips, sprawling out onto the bed as Peter holds his head up from his job well done.

Licking his lips, he smiles as he sees you passed out from pleasure. He cleans you up, putting yours and his own clothes back on before tucking you under the bedsheets. Just as the sun rose, he gets back into his usual position, beside you.

Your dad comes back after a week since the incident. Well, the 'first' one at least. "Y/n! I'm home!" You run downstairs to greet your dad, pulling him into a hug. "Welcome back dad." You smile.

"So, did you like the bear?" He asks as he sets his coat on the rack. You grin, nodding.

"He was great companionship!"

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blu-joons · 3 years ago

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When He Takes Care Of You Whilst You’re In Hospital ~ Ateez Reaction

Seonghwa:

You did a quick double take as you began to stir, blinking several times to make sure that it was Seonghwa that you saw sat beside you on the bed, holding onto your hand tightly.

“When did you arrive?” You asked, allowing him to lean down and press a kiss to your forehead, “why didn’t you wake me when you got here either?”

“I didn’t want to disturb you; it was nice to finally see you resting.”

You began to shuffle slightly as you woke your aching muscles up from the nap that you had had. “I didn’t think that you were going to come today, you mentioned yesterday that today was going to be busy.”

“Management let me go early so that I could stop by and see you,” he informed you, “everyone at work is worried about you just like I am.”

“They didn’t need to do that, I’m alright.”

“No one wants to leave you by yourself either,” Seonghwa added, “we were worried that I’d get here once visiting hours close.”

Your eyes quickly glanced across at the clock, “you’ve only got half an hour, doesn’t this feel like a waste of your time?”

“No way, half an hour is plenty to make sure that you’re alright.”

Hongjoong:

A sharp intake of breath came from you as the door to your hospital room opened up, surprised to see Hongjoong peering around with beads of sweat still dripping down his body from his day.

“Have you even been home?” You laughed as he walked in and took his usual seat beside you, “please don’t say that you came straight from work?”

“Of course, I didn’t want to go home when I could be here visiting you.”

You smiled appreciatively as Hongjoong took a hold of your hand. “I would have been alright waiting half an hour longer for you. You need to make sure that you take care of yourself as well as taking care of me too.”

“I’ll go home and shower once visiting hours are over,” he assured, looking over you closely, “you’re looking a little bit better today, do you feel it?”

“A little, I just want to get out of here now.”

“You will soon,” he encouraged, squeezing onto your hand, “just a little bit longer and I’m sure that they’ll let you discharge Y/N.”

Your head slowly nodded back at him, “I just want to be able to come home, only being able to see you like this is horrible.”

“You’re making great improvements, just one day at a time now.”

Yunho:

Your smile widened as you leaned forwards to peer out of the front window of the car, glad to see your home again after a short stay in hospital, without Yunho by your side.

“I can’t wait to get back inside,” you smiled as Yunho parked up the car, keeping a close eye on you as your eyes studied the building closely.

“Does it feel a bit surreal to finally be back at home again?”

Your head nodded as Yunho leaned across to peck your cheek once the car had stopped. “I spent every night in that hospital laying in bed, hoping that the following morning I’d finally be discharged from there.”

“I’ve tidied the place up to, so you’ve got nothing to worry about,” Yunho encouraged as he climbed out of the car, moving around to you.

“You cleaned? But you never tidy up?”

“I thought I’d make a change,” he smiled, opening up the passenger door, “I wanted to make sure that you felt at home.”

You took his hand as Yunho helped you to your feet, “just being back with you and not in hospital feels at home.”

“Come on, let’s get you in properly and make you comfortable.”

Yeosang:

You couldn’t help but laugh as Yeosang dumped several bags at the end of your bed, before placing the balloons that he held onto in the corner of your room as well that the boys had bought.

“I’m only in hospital for a couple of days,” you laughed, looking around the room in disbelief, “when did you find the time to get all of this for me?”

“It’s from the group, a few of our friends, and several from my family too.”

Your head shook in disbelief as Yeosang began to unpack one of the bags. “I can’t believe how spoilt I am, I wonder what would happen if I ended up in hospital for something more serious, this room would be full.”

“Everyone just wanted to make sure that you felt loved,” Yeosang proudly grinned, “hospitals aren’t nice, no matter how long you stay in them for.”

“I already just want to go home now too.”

“It won’t be long,” Yeosang smiled, moving around to hold onto your hand, “I’ll come and visit you every single day as well.”

Your head shook in reply, “I know that you’re busy with work, if you can’t come over here, then I will understand too.”

“I’m not going a day without seeing you, that’s just impossible.”

San:

Your eyes widened as San opened up the door to your hospital suite with one of his small suitcases in his hand, placing it at the foot of your bed before walking around to greet you with a kiss.

“What’s the bag for?” You asked as San pulled up a chair beside you, “I told you that I had enough stuff here to get me through the next few days.”

“This isn’t for you, it’s for me so that I can spend the night here with you.”

Your head shook as San took a hold of your hand, smiling widely across at you. “You’ve got work tomorrow morning San; your body is going to be broken if you spend the night sleeping in that tiny chair too.”

“I’ll be alright,” he assured, “you’ve spent days sleeping in this room all by yourself, I’m sure one night will do no harm so that I can keep you company.”

“I’ve enjoyed not being around your snoring.”

“Hey,” San sniggered, squeezing against your hand, “you’re lucky that you’re in hospital otherwise I would get you for that one.”

Your shoulders shrugged back at him, “you know that I’m only honest, I get such a peaceful night’s sleep being on this ward.”

“Such a shame then that my snoring will disturb you tonight.”

Mingi:

You tried your best to move along the bed as Mingi slotted into the small space that you’d left beside him, wrapping his arm around your frame to keep you secure beside him.

“Now do you see what I mean when I tell you how uncomfortable this bed is,” you joked as Mingi struggled to make himself comfortable.

“How have you managed to sleep in this thing for the past week Y/N?”

Your head shook as you rested against his chest, “I’ve barely slept at all, if I’m honest I can’t wait to get home, not because it’ll mean more time with you, but because I’ll finally get to sleep in a proper bed.”

“I miss you at home too,” Mingi teased, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “you should have said, I could have bought some blankets for you.”

“I’m already enough as a burden as it is in here.”

“It’s not your fault that you’re here,” Mingi reminded you, “and you’re not a burden either, everyone just wants to help you.”

You smiled back across at him, “hopefully in a couple of days I’ll be able to leave this bed behind and return home.”

“The sooner you stop sleeping in this bed, the better.”

Wooyoung:

The sound of Wooyoung yawning beside you immediately caught your attention as he struggled to stay awake after spending his afternoon with you after a morning of rehearsals too.

“You can go home and get some rest,” you assured, squeezing onto his hand, “you don’t need to stay here for me, I’ll be alright by myself.”

“I’m not leaving here just yet, not until I have no choice but to go.”

He was stubborn, even though Wooyoung knew that he was tired too. “Wooyoung, you know that you’ll be able to come back tomorrow, and visiting hours end in an hour anyway, we won’t miss out on much.”

“I want to spend every minute that I can here with you,” Wooyoung smiled, “going home and being all by myself just doesn’t feel the same.”

“Being here alone is far from fun for me too.”

“We’ll be able to spend all the time in the world together soon,” he tried to encourage, “the nurse said not much longer earlier.”

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “she mentioned to me that I might be able to leave in a couple of days.”

“I can’t wait to have you back at home with me again.”

Jongho:

Your eyes lit up as a familiar smell greeted you, glancing up to the door as Jongho walked in, holding up a bag of takeout so that you could see it as he quickly closed the door behind himself.

“Did you bring what I think you have?” You asked, trying your best to sit yourself up in your bed to make room for the bag at the bottom of the bed.

“That depends, if you think I brought your favourite, then absolutely.”

You leaned across to press a kiss to Jongho’s cheek as he began to unpack the bag. “I’m sick and tired of listening to you complain about hospital food, so I thought it was about time that I bring you something else.”

“I’ve missed this so much,” you smiled, continuing to embrace the smell in the room, “the food in this place is gross Jongho, you’ve seen it too.”

“I have to say, it doesn’t exactly look great.”

“See,” you smiled, taking the food out of Jongho’s hands, “it’s painful trying to get better when you have to eat rubbish food.”

Jongho took his seat beside you, “perhaps I’ll have to see how much food I can bring in for you until one of the nurses notices.”

“Now you’ve brought this, I don’t want hospital food again.”

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xbunny-k · 2 years ago

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The Actor & I: PART SEVEN – Is this our thing?

This is part SEVEN of a very long, SLOW BURN series on Austin Butler and a Production Assistant on set of Elvis (2022).

Masterlist here!

Anything italicized is main character’s thoughts!

Warnings: Fluff, eventual Spoilers for Elvis (2022), mild language (If i missed anything, please comment so i can add!)

Tags: @manddor @pumkiinpastiesies @its-funny-til-its-not @karamelcoveredolicity @butlerstyles @feral4austinbutler @mirandastuckinthe80s @emilykolchivans @atombombbibunny @francescababy (Let me know if you’d like to be added!)

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When my alarm goes off a few hours later, somehow, I’m not tired. I feel excited to see what the day brings. I go about my morning routine and get to the office a bit early. As I’m typing an email, my phone buzzes with a new text from an unsaved number. Damn, I need to save his number…wait Austin is texting me already… I smile to myself.

“How are you doing this morning? I’m tireddddd”

He’s asking me how I am??? AH. Ana calm down, it’s fine. He’s just being friendly. This is a work friendship.

“I actually woke up somehow not exhausted, but I’m waiting on it to hit me, hah. It’s funny I stayed up talking to you and now I’m working on things about you.”

I send the text, smile at my phone and put it down to get back to my email when my phone goes off with another text notification.

“Sounds like you’re always gonna have me on the mind :P what are you working on?”

I need to save his number…gonna save it as something other than his name. Hmmm… Mr. Presley

“Well Mr. Presley, I’m currently working on a list of available Elvis reels the studio has available to screen for you.”

As I hit send on the text, I worry maybe that was a bit too flirty? Am I crossing a line? I’m just being friendly, but maybe that was a bit much. Ana, this is your job and it’s still your first week.

My phone buzzes within minutes and my worrying turns to panic. What if he’s uncomfortable? What if he complains to my boss? What if I lose my job? Ana, you need to tone it down.

“Oh man!! Well that woke me right up. Maybe enough energy to get out of bed. If you’re free, I can call you tonight so we can discuss what footage is available before we meet up next week. I’d love to see anything as soon as possible if it’s footage I wouldn’t have access to from home.”

Why are my cheeks on FIRE? Ana, he just wants to call to discuss work… because y’all are work colleagues. Get it together and stop blushing. As I pull myself together, my phone buzzes with another text.

“That is if you want to use your free time to talk to me about work things…even though I guess I might just be work to you in general haha.”

Does he mean that in a way that maybe he doesn’t think of talking to me as work? Or… Ana, you’re just reading into it, stop. I pick up my phone to text back but stop to think of the best way to respond. I do want to assure him this is work, but that I also don’t think of talking to him as just work… I also can��t come across as flirtatious…this IS work, Ana.

“Talking to you never feels like work haha. Yeah, I’ll be free to discuss whenever! Workdays I usually don’t do anything after.”

I hit send thinking the message sounds friendly, but still professional. I get back to work after setting my phone to “Do Not Disturb” to avoid any distractions. And by distractions, I do mean Austin. While he is part of my job, I have a lot of tasks to complete that don’t involve me worrying if I’m flirting or not.

When I check the clock next, it’s almost 7:00 PM and I decide to get up to go let Alison know I’m going to head out, but she is headed out of her office towards the door. She stops by my desk making a comment about how she’s late for a dinner and we should head out. I follow her lead and hurry out to my car.

I head to the gym in my apartment building when I get home and hurry home to shower and make some dinner. When I lay on the couch to eat my dinner, I realize my phone is still on the “Do Not Disturb” setting. When I turn it off and look at my texts, I have…so many…unread messages. Mostly from my best friend, Kelsey, a few from my mom and then…three from Mr. Presley.

While I should open my mom’s messages or my best friend’s messages first, I quickly click on Austin’s thread to read the three texts he sent me while I was off the grid for a few hours.

“I’m glad you feel the same way. Talking to you feels like the opposite of work haha. I’ll text you later to see how your evening is going so I can give you a ring.”

“Does give you a ring make me sound 55 years old? I swear I’ve never said that in my life…I’m trying to sound professional over here.”

“How does 9 sound for me to “give you a ring?” Haha now I’m never gonna stop saying it.”

Why am I laughing so hard at these texts? I need a drink. I’m going crazy. This guy has too much charisma on top of good looks. This is dangerous. He’s technically your superior, Ana. Get a grip.

I get up to get myself a glass of wine when I realize I didn’t even text Austin back. I look at the time and it’s already 8:45. I run back to my phone on the couch and immediately start texting Austin back.

“Sorry I was MIA, had to put my work focus face on :P I know now it’s so late, but honestly whenever works when you’re ready to give me a ring, Mr. Presley”

As soon as I hit send, I lay back on the couch and it hits me how tired I am. I ran all day on caffeine and adrenaline, but now I’m just tired from the lack of sleep and the emotional highs of the last two days. I decide to take my wine to bed knowing this is a terrible idea as I may fall asleep without getting ready for bed. As I lay down in bed and dim the lights from my phone, I get a phone call.

“Hello Mr. Presley,” I giggle as I answer Austin’s call.

“Well, hello there Ana,” he chuckles back at me. “That was quite a greeting.”

“I feel better hearing you say that since I fell off my texting game today. Let me get my laptop so I can pull up this list for us to go through,” I say as I get out of bed.

“How was your day? Busy thinking about me,” Austin teases back. I giggle and before I Can say anything he cuts me off, “That giggle is going to get you in trouble one day.”

What does that mean! Why can’t I stop blushing? Wow, he’s going to think I’m weird just not responding.

“We’ll see if your threats hold up in person,” I giggle back. “Okay, I have my laptop, so do you want to start with movies, auditions for movies, performances or TV footage?”

That’s good, keep it professional, but friendly. You got this, Ana.

We spend the next few hours going through the footage list and noting what Austin would need to watch at a Warner Brothers screening room versus what he could take home to watch. We map out a loose schedule of what he plans on watching and when. Eventually, I cut him off midsentence, “Sorry, my laptop is about to die, let me get up and go to my charger. It doesn’t reach my bed.”

“Oh, you’re working from bed, must be nice,” he jokes. I immediately giggle back, “well my new boss keeps me working late so it’s the only way.”

Austin laughs pretty hard back, “Ana, I was laughing, but it’s almost 2:30 AM. I can’t keep you up super late two nights in a row. I should let you go.” I look at my laptop and realize the time, he’s right. I forgot how tired I was as soon as he called. Talking with him is just so easy…

“Is this our thing? Talking until we realize I have to be at work super early in the morning,” I joke back, and he laughs. His laugh is so warm, I hope he’s laughing with me and not at me…

“I think it’s going to be a thing for the next few months… maybe even years, Ana,” Austin says back sweetly, but firmly. He wants to talk to me late at night…for months? Years? Ana, for WORK. You’re WORKING together.

“Anything to help you be the best Elvis I know you can be. In the morning, I’ll send you all the notes alongside all the footage we went over. When we meet next week, we can start planning firm dates for the order you want to start watching this all in,” I firmly say back, but hoping he knows I’m over the moon happy that he plans on continuing our thing of late-night calls.

“Ana, I’m so grateful to have you as my partner in this. I already feel so much more at ease even though I’m still so nervous,” Austin says back softly. I feel the sincerity in his voice. It’s so comforting talking to him. I thought this last night, but it really feels like I’ve known him for years.

“Me too, Aus. It’s crazy I get to work with you on this amazing role, like I can’t believe it. I feel like you deserve someone more qualified than me…to be honest,” I say back bashfully. As soon as I say it, I wish I could take it back. The wine and lying-in bed while on the phone has put me too at ease.

I hear him sigh and I open my mouth to apologize as Austin says, “I’m gonna use your full name, but Anastasia, don’t doubt yourself. There’s a reason you were given this job and it’s because people believe in you, myself included. You’ve had this job two days and you’ve already done so much to help me when I didn’t even ask, you just did it all.” I hear him take a big breath and he quietly says, “I really mean it, I’m so grateful it’s you in this position and not someone else, Anastasia.”

If anyone else says Anastasia, I get so irritated, but Austin saying it… why do I like it?

“Aus, I’m gonna let the full name slide, because thank you. I needed to hear that,” I softly say back. I’m completely laying down and a bit emotional hearing this as I’ve had some imposter syndrome the last day working on something so exciting, something that’s been a dream for years.

“Ana are you falling asleep,” Austin whispers into the phone. I giggle, “maybe…”

He laughs and I swear I can hear him smile. “Anastasia, I’m gonna let you go to sleep so you can get through work tomorrow.” I smile to myself and honestly, feel a little sad. I don’t want to get off the phone with him. I wish we could just talk all night.

“Okay, fineeee. But you better be going to sleep too,” I joke back to him. He laughs and it makes my whole body feel on fire. “I’m not sure I’m gonna even get my phone on the charger I’m so tired. It didn’t hit me until now for some reason.”

“Me too, it just hit me and now I feel I’ve never been sleepier,” I laugh back. I feel like we’re both playing this “no you hang up�� game and I’m not sure I’ve ever tried to stay on the phone like this. Austin giggles back, “Okay, I’m gonna text you in the morning to make sure you got up and got to work, Ana. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Aus,” I say softly and hang up. My god, I think I’m in trouble…

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Lullaby for the Past

Office au Sukuna x fem!reader

Synopsis; Reincarnated as a human, Ryomen Sukuna - the former king of curses - is now just a perpetually tired office worker living in a world free of curses. His dreams are haunted by visions of his past life, despite not actually retaining any of these memories himself. These nightmares have surrounded him since childhood and nothing he does seems to do any help, so he’s given up and has learned to live with the restless nights, the lack of sleep and the moodiness. That is, until a series of unexpected incidents occur with the newly transferred employee - Y/N.

01. Unfriendly beginnings

Word count: 5k+

With a heavy fist, he slammed down onto the shrieking alarm clock without skipping a beat to cease its noise, unable to have served its purpose. He had already been awake hours before its ringing. Sukuna attempted to rub the tiredness away from his eyes with a sigh. The third sleepless night in a row. It was particularly bad this week, for reasons left unknown.

He ran his fingers through his hair as he looked outside of his window, squinting with disapproval at the bright weather that failed to match his mood for the day. The morning mocked him with its excessive radiation of positivity. With an aggressive kick, his sheets flew off of him with ease and he slid his feet into his slippers to saunter off into the bathroom.

The following splash of cold water helped to alleviate his fatigue a bit, but when he looked up to see his reflection in the mirror, he witnessed the extent in which his lack of sleep had taken a toll on him.

“Shit….Definitely seen better days,” he muttered to himself.

Pressing a fluffy towel against his face, he decided that he wasn’t feeling up to hitting the gym today, and instead, chucked on some casual exercise clothes to head out for a light jog.

On the elevator, he plugged his earbuds in and opened up his spotify for a playlist with whatever pop songs that made it into the top fifty for the week. Music wasn’t essential to him - it just acted as a tool to stop people from talking to him and to drown his own thoughts out. There was a large park nearby, where he usually did his running rounds - a well-kept, serene place with only a handful of other joggers and exercising people on early mornings like this.

As he made his final round of jogging in the area, he made a swift turn to go back home, where he would shower, gel up his hair, put an appropriate outfit on and head over to the underground parking area to get into his car.

She accompanied the man’s quick pace with ease, paying close attention to her surroundings, already making sure to memorise her way through the large company that was to be her new workplace from now onwards. When they got to their office, the HR professional gestured towards a man, tall and well built, with blonde hair that was styled in a neat part.

Y/N had been working at a much smaller company - so switching to a larger, wealthier organisation had always been somewhere within the back of her mind, for a higher salary. Immediately, the change in quality stood out to her as her eyes followed the very modern and stylish looking walls, floor, even the people that walked past her. Spick and span, as well. She could only have a glimpse, but the various rooms and offices around them seemed to have plentiful new and well cared for equipment contained within them, contrasting her previous workplace where they only had older machinery.

“Y/N, this is Nanami Kento, your new accounting supervisor. He’ll show you the reins and help you adjust to your new environment. Though since you have plenty of experience in the occupation, I doubt you’ll be much of a hassle,” he told her with a smile.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Nanami,” she said as she firmly shook his hand.

“The pleasure is all mine,” he responded, expression unchanged.

After exchanging a few more words, the HR professional left Y/N in Nanami’s hands and he was able to escort her to her desk.

The desk beside Y/N’s was still empty, but the one across it was occupied by somebody who held an awkward smile on his face, straightening up upon noticing her presence and also presumably, Nanami’s. The individual that sat on the desk beside him paid no attention to them whatsoever. He had wild hair, almost to the point where she could question if it were even appropriate for this type of occupation. Her attention snapped back to what Nanami was saying, as he ran her through her schedule for the day and the things she needed to catch up on.

When he excused himself to go back to his own desk up towards the front of the office, Y/N looked around at her new coworkers and made eye contact with the man with glasses in front of her.

The man that strolled in ten minutes late seemed to have an intimidating aura that surrounded him, judging from the atmosphere that got the slightest bit quieter as he made an appearance. Another individual with a broad stature, soft pink hair that was gelled up, white dress shirt and tie that defined his muscles well as his jacket was draped onto his arm - she did her best not to stare. When he was about to take a seat beside her, he took notice of the unfamiliar woman. Y/N greeted him in a similar manner to the other coworkers.

They politely greeted each other, and the small, yet clear feelings of nervousness that knocked at her heart was relieved by a miniscule amount. She was startled when another voice piped up diagonally from her.

“Choso. Pleased to meet you,” the stoic man relayed.

“Pleased to meet you too,” Y/N said. When she sank back into her chair, she immediately got to work.

The moodiness came off as no surprise to her. Though the blatant unfriendly demeanor stabbed at her motivation, Y/N paid no mind to it and followed suit, focusing on the pile of work that she had in front of her. Coworkers with unpleasant attitudes - was barely anything new to her.

“Who?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. Having been able to take a proper look at his face now, the one thing that was unmistakably obvious to her was how tired he looked. Eyebags that ran deep, a permanent expression of irritation that seemed to rest on his face and the small frown that overtook his lips….Why did he look a bit familiar?

“L/N Y/N. The transferee accountant.”

“Right. Ryomen Sukuna,” he grunted. A rather brief introduction. He proceeded to turn away from her, facing his screen to signify that he wasn’t interested in any further conversation.

Having gone through quite the workload around an hour or two later, Y/N stood up from her office chair to head over to the kitchen where there was a fancy coffee machine sitting on the counter. She hummed with content, thinking back to when she sufficed with only a kettle and instant coffee and some tea bags. Problem was, she had no clue as to how she was to operate it. When she peeked outside, she saw that others were looking pretty occupied with their work and so her resolve to ask someone for help dissolved away quickly. Fumbling around with the machine’s features for a while, she failed to notice the looming figure that stood behind her with a look of indignation.

Talking with Yui for a little bit, Y/N was able to learn a lot about the men that surrounded her desk. Ijichi looked to be on friendly terms with everybody, but he was often quite easily pressured into making decisions he didn’t want to make. Choso was an expressionless individual, difficult to read at most times, but his attitude apparently did a complete 180 when coaxed into talking about his two younger brothers. And the last man, Sukuna, was deemed to be the scariest one in the entire office (when provoked). For unknown reasons (despite having worked around him for quite a while) he was always snappy and tired for the most part. Yui reassured Y/N, telling her that he did get better occasionally, and that there was no need to worry about him as long as she didn’t get in his way. From the kitchen window through the blinds, she watched as he madly typed away with one hand, coffee mug pressed against his lips.

“Move,” he said with a sigh and then a click of his tongue.

Y/N stepped away from him and observed with great concentration as he worked the machine at the speed of light. After successfully brewing his own coffee, he exited out of the kitchen with no concern for her whatsoever, maintaining a face of nonchalance. It got her fists balled up and her eyes glowering. Would it kill him to be just a bit more welcoming? Luck was in her favour however, as another female coworker soon walked in with a friendly smile, Yui, she was called, who was more than enthusiastic to help her out.

After finalising her report, Y/N’s eyes flickered up to the clock hung up on the wall and deemed it an appropriate time to do a quick phone check before finishing things up for the day. But when she scanned her desk, her phone was nowhere to be found. Digging through her purse was of no help, as it wasn’t in there either. Panic rising in the pit of her stomach, she patted her non-existent pockets and pushed herself away from the desk to take a look at the floor beneath her.

When she looked up again, she was surprised to see that it was being held up close to her face, by somebody standing behind her. Y/N grabbed it without thinking, shoulders loosening and mouth curving up with a smile of relief. She was able to witness the markings revealed on their wrist - it looked to be like a band encircling it - as the sleeve was pulled back a little due to the outstretch of their arm. At first glance, it seemed like a tattoo but looking a bit closer, she realised that it’s texture resembled that of a birthmark. The hand withdrew itself and Y/N was decently surprised to see who it was.

There was no way of knowing that for sure however, as Sukuna never offered a proper response to her expression of gratitude.

Sukuna didn’t hesitate to return to his desk immediately, holding his third cup of coffee for the day. When he caught Y/N still staring at him with a puzzled face, he responded by wheeling himself closer to the screen in front of him, unperturbed.

“Kitchen.” He finally spoke, without sparing her a second glance.

It took her a couple of seconds to understand what he meant. Thinking about it again, she did remember having her phone with her when she was chatting with Yui earlier.

“Thank you,” she told him, loud enough for him to hear.

“We were thinking of having dinner tonight, as a means of welcoming you. It’s kind of a tradition here. Are you free after work today?” Yui asked warmly along with Ijichi on the Friday afternoon of the same week.

Really? You guys would do that for me? Y/N thought to herself. Her first week at the company was quite challenging for her, and though the idea gave her butterflies in her stomach, she was ready to grasp the opportunity to get closer with the new people that surrounded her.

“Definitely! I’m okay to go,” she said.

So when the time to leave clocked in, Y/N along with a couple of others grouped up to walk over to the nearby pizza restaurant. When Nanami was invited to go along with them however, he apologised profusely and told them he had to get home as he already had plans for the night.

“Believe it or not, but Mr. Nanami’s actually a happily married man. Did you have a dinner date already arranged for tonight, sir?” A fellow coworker, Suzuki, piped up.

Nanami gave a light chastising to the man for breaking professionalism, but the corners of his mouth were curved up ever so slightly, indicating that he did indeed have a loved one waiting for him back at home.

The pizza restaurant was a lot more refined than what she had expected, and from the looks of it, the workers of this company were regulars here, seen in the welcoming faces of the employees as they directed them towards a suitable table. She sat in front of Sukuna, on the far left of the large table. The very first thing they did was deciding on which pizzas to order, and then the more important part, the alcohol. The place had a number of fancy drinks available, all of them well suited for the pizzas that they served. Y/N herself asked for a dry vodka martini.

“Are you guys joining in as well?” Takahashi, another coworker, questioned both Sukuna and Choso who had just finished packing up, ready to leave.

“I’ll participate,” Choso responded, “it’s not good to break tradition.”

It seemed as though everybody was anticipating Sukuna’s reply, gulping as they waited for an answer. Feeling the obvious pressure in the atmosphere, he openly sighed and gave a noise of acknowledgement towards them. He believed it would be more bothersome if he hadn’t attended and received the stink eye for it as a result. Yet, it didn’t change the fact that he still really wanted to go home to get some shut-eye. An average man would have been on the verge of insanity by now, but Sukuna had plenty of experience with this kind of fatigue. It was fine, he would find the right timing to leave and get out of there just after a couple of slices.

On the other hand, Sukuna refrained from ordering an alcoholic drink, being aware of his car that was still parked at the company’s private parking lot. Instead, he requested a large glass of coke.

There seemed to be a nice conversation going on over the table, with the spotlight often falling upon Y/N as she was asked a multitude of questions regarding her prior workplace and a number of trivial other things. This lively environment, filled with chatter and giggles, was what she had been looking forward to. The mozzarella pizza went well with her vodka martini, the warm yellow light of the restaurant provided a great degree of comfort and the scent of freshly baked pizza constantly wafted about her nose - reigniting her appetite every time she told herself that she was getting full. A downside to this was how the desire to loosen her skirt was getting stronger and stronger.

All throughout the remainder of the casual banter that went around the group, Sukuna hadn’t contributed a single word since, as noticed by Y/N. She couldn’t help but spare a curious glance or two at the way he had wordlessly ate away instead, his disinterest towards the conversation at hand being as clear as day. It looked as though his fatigue had gotten worse, as well. He was no longer eating. Instead, he seemed to be nodding off with subtlety, his head bobbing like he was drunk.

“We’re actually pretty happy about you coming here,” one of them spoke out to her.

“Yeah, the previous dude was a real handful,” Suzuki said, face scrunching up as if he had sucked on a lemon.

“Oh? What happened?” Y/N asked.

“He made a really bad mistake with one of the files and ended up having to get fired over it,” Yui said, shaking her head. “Sukuna and Mr. Nanami suffered a lot, covering up for him after that. It was a busy season too.”

“Fuck, don’t even bring up that bastard ever again. Getting a migraine just thinkin’ about it,” Sukuna drawled, throwing his head back to emphasise this. The rest of them chuckled at his small quip.

The sleep he had failed to catch up on came spilling back onto him all at once and the drowsiness was getting more and more difficult to fight off with each passing second. There was no point of refusing the alcohol if he was going to be too tired to drive home anyway. Usually he never let his guard down around big groups of people but goddamn his eyelids were heavy. Each slow blink was coaxing him into laying his head on the table. Witnessing this scene in front of her, she wondered if she should help him stay awake.

Y/N decided against it and just observed his rather cute, sleepy expression.

When Y/N returned her focus to the table before her, she noticed how Sukuna’s head was now drooping down even further. It was startling when his forehead hit the surface with a loud bump. Was that not painful? Everyone else looked equally as concerned as her, staring at him with an awkward silence.

Her attention shifted to Choso, when he suddenly stood up from his chair.

“I’m afraid I need to take an early leave. I promised my brothers I'd watch a movie with them before bed,” he said with a gaze that was more softened than the usual emotionlessness he held. “We’re splitting the bill today, right? I can wire my share of payment later on, if it’s okay,” he continued.

“That’d be nice, thanks! We’ll let you know how much it is afterwards.”

With a quick wave of goodbye, Choso was on his way home after he patted Y/N on the shoulder with a small ‘see ya’.

“Is...Is he dead?” Ijichi questioned, adjusting his glasses with worry.

Takahashi, who was sitting next to Sukuna, poked him with a finger, cautiously.

“No! Don’t do that, I’m scared,” Suzuki exclaimed. Stifled laughter went around all of them. Sukuna wasn’t budging, however. They released their breaths when he started lightly snoring, face down on the table.

“Wow. He isn’t usually like this, but I guess he was on a whole ‘nother level of tired, this week,” Takahashi commented.

“We’ll wake him up when we’re all finished, later.” Yui said quietly. They nodded in agreement.

Y/N moved Sukuna’s drink away from him, to avoid potential spillage.

Little did they know, he would not stir from his spot.

“Sukuna? Sukuna! It’s time to go home,” one of the braver guys said, trying to shake him awake.

There was little to no response from the man, only absolute stillness, minus the snoring.

“Crap...Does anybody know his address? Or any of his close acquaintances?” Suzuki questioned.

Everybody shook their heads, having no clue.

“I’m afraid someone’ll have to probably take him in for the night,” Takahashi said with his arms crossed. They all looked at each other with unease.

“Well, I have a boyfriend at home and...I doubt he’d be happy with me bringing another man in,” Yui said.

“I-I have no space in my home…”

“I haven’t moved out of my parents’ place yet.”

And the rest of them all had an excuse of a similar caliber, including Ijichi as well. They looked at Y/N, apologetically. She slowly pointed at herself with her index finger, looking around with confusion.

...Huh?

At least they paid for the food and drinks.

So there she was, internally sighing as she watched two men haul Sukuna into the waiting taxi in front of her.

“Doesn’t he have his own car? What do we do about that?” Y/N asked.

“It’s parked at the company’s parking lot - it’ll be safe there. Just make sure his keys don’t fall out of his pocket,” Takahashi told her.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened to you during your first week here,” Yui said with a sheepish smile. “He’s a decent man though, so I don’t think you need to be that worried.”

Y/N knew that her day was going rather too smoothly today. But it’s not like she could just leave him cold on the streets.

“I-It’s fine,” she replied with her best fake smile.

As the taxi stopped in front of her apartment, something that she had forgotten to worry about sprang up in her mind, like a reminder. Her eyes darted to look at Sukuna’s big build. How was she going to carry him all the way up?

She got in the taxi shortly after and was disgruntled by the fact that his seatbelt wasn’t on. She had to push him aside to do it for him. She noticed how he was now frowning in his sleep. Still so moody, even when he’s asleep.

“Damn, your boyfriend’s out cold,” the driver said, “did he have too much to drink?”

“Oh uh, we’re not in that kind of relationship,” Y/N told him.

At that moment, Sukuna’s head fell down onto her shoulder. She stared at him with widened eyes and the driver flashed her a cheeky smile.

“Alright, then. Where are you headed?”

Y/N felt the embarrassment rise up against her neck as she told him her address. During the ride, she attempted to make him lean on the window instead of her shoulder several times, but he just kept bouncing back - much to the driver’s hidden amusement.

Well, there was one person who lived next door to her who could possibly lend a hand. Y/N apologised to the driver and asked him to wait just around five minutes.

- Five minutes later -

“So? Who is this guy?” Maki asked with a raised eyebrow. She stood in front of the wide open car door with her arms crossed.

“He’s a coworker of mine. He passed out during our dinner after work today. Nobody knew where he lived and it’s not like we could just abandon him,” she answered, truthfully.

“Wasn’t it your first week working there? Why couldn’t someone else take him in?” she continued to question.

“Well, none of them had enough space at home for it, apparently.”

“And you do?”

“I do have a large sofa bed in my living room.”

Maki hoisted Sukuna up onto her shoulder like he weighed nothing, and they stepped into the elevator.

“This is ridiculous,” she sighed.

“Sorry. Is he that heavy?”

“No, not that. You’re literally bringing some man you barely know into your home.”

“It is a bit dumbfounding, I never thought it would’ve come to this. I think it’ll be okay though. Plus,” she looked at him with mischief in her eyes, “I think it’d be interesting to have him under my debt.”

Maki looked a bit puzzled for a moment.

“I’m just kidding,” Y/N added, nudging Maki cheekily. She rolled her eyes in response.

Around an hour had passed by the time she came out of her shower, using a towel to dry her still slightly damp hair. Coming out of the bathroom, she took a glance at Sukuna, who’s face had loosened up a bit upon having a softer surface to sleep on. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable that tie looked on him. He needed something to keep him warm for the night, too. She walked over to open up the blanket closet in her room. She came back holding a large, fluffy one and lightly draped it over his figure. His damn tie, though.

She watched with slight unease as Maki chucked him onto the sofa bed without much care for his well being. He didn’t seem to stir, however.

“I’m surprised he’s slept through all of this.”

“He always seems tired and sleepy at work,” Y/N said as she walked Maki back out her entrance door.

“That’s kind of sus, not gonna lie. Lock your bedroom door tonight.”

“I don’t think he’d try anything, but sure, will do,” she replied with a chuckle.

After a quick wave, Maki left to go home.

“...Goodnight,” she said, as she turned the living room lights off.

“Excuse me...I’ll just loosen this up a little for you,” Y/N whispered as she reached out for it.

He didn’t budge, and her attempt resulted in a success. She didn’t take it off, but it was looking much better than before. For a second, she hesitated to move away from him. There was a twinge of indescribable sadness that was reflected on his worn out face.

Y/N did make sure to lock her bedroom door that night though, just in case.

...This was not his place.

It’d been quite a while since he last got sleep this good. It was one of those peaceful nights, where he just….didn’t dream. Or was he dreaming right now? There was an unfamiliar scent coming from his bed, as well as something delicious brewing up in the kitchen. Also...did his bed always have this kind of texture to it? Something was off. Most important of all, he retained no memories of going home last night.

Home? Sukuna fluttered his eyes open hastily and sat up twice as quick.

“Oh! You’re finally awake. I was beginning to think you were dead or something.”

He whipped around to see Y/N, wearing an apron and holding a ladle in her hand.

What the fuck? Don’t tell me I-

“Stop that assumption right now. You passed out from fatigue yesterday night and nobody could take you in, so I did,” she pointed at his tie, “I loosened that up, but touched nothing else.”

He still seemed to be lost for a moment, recollecting the moments of yesterday, a blank expression overtaking his face.

“Are you good…?” she asked, watching as he silently sat before her.

“Listen, I appreciate the sentiment, but I would’ve been fine by myself,” he told her in an irritable manner.

Both of her eyebrows went up and she crossed her arms in front of him, ladle hanging over her arm. A gleam slinked over the metal in a threatening way.

“Damn, sorry. Should’ve left you sleeping on the streets, then.”

As if realising his own churlishness in the situation, he avoided her stare and looked down at the floor with one hand scratching the back of his head.

“...No, my bad. Thanks for uh, taking me in. I’m guessing you guys couldn’t wake me up?”

“Yep,” she said, unfolding her arms and smiling in appreciation of his corrected response.

He grimaced a little, but proceeded to do that and shortly after, found himself sitting at her dining table.

Sukuna stood up, combing through strands of his messy hair using his fingers. He patted his pockets for his car and house keys.

“Your keys are on the coffee table in front of you,” she told him as she went back to her kitchen.

He immediately stepped forward to stuff them into his pocket.

“You’re free to join me for lunch, if you’d like to.”

“Lunch? Don’t you mean breakfast?” he questioned from the living room.

“It’s almost 2pm. You slept past midday, mister.”

“Just call me Sukuna,” he grunted. “And, I’m grateful for the offer but I think I’ll pass-”

At this terrible timing, a hideous growl emerged from his stomach. Y/N bit her lip to stop herself from erupting into laughter. She witnessed him cursing under his breath, gripping onto his stomach in embarrassment.

“Looks like your body is saying otherwise. Wash your hands and take a seat, the miso soup and dumplings turned out well.”

“Eat up,” she said, looking proud of her homemade meal.

Silently, he picked up his spoon and took a sip of the soup.

“How is it?”

“It’s...good.” Perhaps it was because of his improved mood from the good night’s sleep he was able to get, the response came out of his mouth before he could stop it.

“I’m glad.”

They ate under a relaxing silence.

When they finished eating around the same time, Sukuna stood up from his chair, rolled his sleeves up and began collecting the empty plates and bowls.

“I’ll do the dishes,” he said, in a way that made it difficult to argue with.

Y/N’s eyes followed him about as he swiftly did so, gaze resting upon his broad back as he worked through them at the sink. She was determined to savour this moment, as she had a feeling that he’d return to his usual attitude at work the next week.

When he was done, he immediately went to her entrance door after wiping down his wet hands on a paper towel.

“I’ll be off, then.”

“Have a safe trip home.”

He gave a quick nod and was out the door. What a surreal experience. Y/N stretched her arms out, content that she didn’t have any dishes to wash that afternoon, and went into her room to put a comfortable outfit on. Back to her original plan of going grocery shopping.

Outside in the hallway, Sukuna frowned at the familiar carpet of the apartment level floor as well as...the same elevator design and buttons that were a carbon copy of the ones at his place. He stepped inside.

Must be a coincidence.

The doors opened up with a ding and when he exited through the glass door, his eyes widened with bewilderment, heart dropping.

This was...this was his apartment.

“...Fuck.” He hung his head and paced around with heavy feet, sighing - only to be met with Y/N again, at the door.

Sukuna stepped into his own home and instantaneously went over to his bathroom to take a shower and brush his teeth. The mirror didn’t fail to illuminate his eyebags that seemed lighter, his eyebrows that weren’t creased together and his irises that looked less clouded than usual.

“What’s wrong? Did you forget something?” she asked.

“Uh, no…” Sukuna looked troubled as he rubbed the nape of neck. “Turns out we live in the same building.”

Y/N’s gaze switched from looking at him to looking at her apartment, several times.

“...You must be joking,” she said quietly. He shook his head.

“Shit. This is - one hell of a coincidence.” Her mysterious feelings of familiarity with Sukuna weren’t a mystery any longer. She probably saw him around a couple of times. Or at least, a glimpse of him in the vicinity.

“Took the words right outta my mouth,” he muttered.

“Well. I guess I’ll be seeing you around more often, then?”

“Guess so.”

After an awkward second farewell, they went their separate ways, both of them shaking their heads at the strange outcome.

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bratkook · 4 years ago

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come over. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp, warnings. jungkook is a self proclaimed pervert, smut in forms of: mutual masturbation, voyeurism through bedroom windows, rough sex, oral (m receiving), jungkook is a lil mean but just a little, dirty talk, use of vibrator, multiple orgasms, forced orgasm, overstimulation, unprotected sex word count. 7.2k summary. the guilt of being a dirty peeping tom eats Jungkook alive, not knowing this was all part of your elaborate plan to sleep with the new neighborhood eye candy. author’s note. #84 requested by @taestybae from this promp list! ty for sending this in bby 🖤 (requests now closed)

Jungkook knows it's wrong, god does he know it's wrong. Acting as if he didn’t mean to leave his blinds cracked open, tilted at just the right angle that allows him to still be able to see out, the view he’s granted being your own window a few feet away.

It’s funny now, how when he had first purchased the town house he had hated how close his neighbors were to him, and now here he was, an absolute pervert who was thankful for the narrow distance between your buildings.

The self proclaimed pervert simply sits at his desk, mindlessly going through work emails while his eyes continue to drift up, staring through his blinds for any sign of movement.

Jungkook’s chest feels tight as he waits, eyeing the ticking clock in the corner of his screen and seeing it was nearing nine at night. Maybe you had plans tonight, going out with your friends, mind too preoccupied to indulge the filthy fantasies Jungkook had swirling in his head. It had become his favorite daily activity, sneaking a peek at you, sometimes doing simple things like relaxing with a face mask, or having a dance party.

Of course those moments were all adorable but his favorite moments were the ones where you would walk around topless or lather lotion on your body after a shower. Sometimes you’d take the teasing a step further, blinds fully opened with only the sheer curtain coming in between him and your shadowed silhouette, caught in the act of what he could only assume was you touching yourself.

Jungkook used to think it was purely accidental, just a careless neighbor who had no idea his bedroom had the perfect view, but he swore you had made eye contact with him far too many times for this to not be intentional.

Before his mind can spiral further, there’s suddenly a flicker of light and like a magnet, Jungkook’s eyes lock in to their target, seeing you walking into your room with a small towel draped over your shoulder, sports bra and tiny workout shorts showing him how your body was glistening in sweat.

Pushing off his desk, his chair rolls and squeaks along his floor so he could get a better view, completely invested in seeing the way you get comfortable after your trip to the gym. Call it creepy or call it attentive but Jungkook had grown to know your schedule, you were his neighbor who enjoyed giving him peep shows so it was sort of hard for him not to realize the usual routine you had. However, this was the first time he had seen you come back from the gym this late.

Jungkook groans now at his realization, palm coming to rub down his face as he hears his own thoughts, behaving like a man who had a notebook where he jotted down your schedule.

He didn’t, but still, he felt like a creep. A dirty fucking creep.

With his eyes screwed shut he shuffles the chair back to its rightful spot like a child in time out, angling his body to prevent his wandering eyes from looking through his window once more, the shame once again eating away at him like it did every time.

Did you really do this on purpose?

Of course you did, you weren’t stupid.

The second Jungkook moved into your neighborhood he became the talk of the street, suburban house moms, young teenage girls, even your elderly neighbor had begun to wonder who the cute boy who went jogging down the street was. He oozed sex appeal, not even realizing how swooned he had everyone with his morning workout, he just thought everyone waved and smiled at him out of pure friendliness.

Although he had no idea how hot he looked, you were blessed with the gift of vision and common sense. It only took you one glance of him exiting his house, long hair partially tied back, running shorts hugging his thighs so beautifully and you were sold.

The minute you realized he was your next door neighbor it was like a lightbulb went off above your head, it was a blessing in disguise and you were not about to pass up the opportunity to have this go in your favor. Giving him a front row seat to you and everything you had to offer was the cards you chose to play and so far it had been going well.

That is until you exit the shower, excitement coursing through you, already wondering how you’re going to tease him tonight. With your towel loosely hanging around your chest, you’re ready for the small show, but as you get into your usual position you notice that his blinds are now tightly closed, no gap between the shutters to allow him a peak of you.

It’s a sudden and very unexpected chain of events. With a small huff of disappointment you perch yourself onto the end of your bed, directly facing your window as you sit in thought, your saucy plans for the night being ruined.

Wondering just what could have made Jungkook flip a switch like that kept you up at night so when you see him coming in from his run the following morning as you leave for work you don’t think twice about speaking up.

Your neighbor flinches when you greet him in good morning, not expecting to hear your voice so close to him but he could thank your connected driveways for that.

“Oh, good morning.” he smiles politely, pulling out his airpod and pausing his music entirely to give you his full attention. The small nerves of being called out bubble up inside of him, only having talked to you once prior he wasn’t really sure where this conversation would go, were you about to call him a disgusting pervert?

“Did you call it a night really early last night?” You bite instantly, soft smile not giving away your true intentions but he knows, the way his eyes widen slightly make it obvious.

“Yeah,” he sputters out, wiping his sweaty palms on his black shorts, nerves already making his heart skip. You knew, there was absolutely no way you didn’t and this solidified it. He had assumed you did, his guilty conscience making him believe what you did was intentional in order for him not to feel like the peeping Tom he very clearly was, but hearing you sneakily admit to knowing he hadn’t watched you last night made him feel like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over him.

“Haven’t been getting much sleep lately so..”

You simply nod along as he trails off in a lie, lips spreading out into a smirk as your eyes very obviously give him a once over, focusing on the deep cuts of his sleeves that expose his sides and art filled arm, how the shorts he wears hit above his knee and leave his glorious thighs out for you to see. He was truly blind to his good looks.

“Sorry I haven’t really given you a proper neighborly welcome, can I have your number?” Already fishing your phone out of your pocket because you knew he wouldn’t say no, still you tack on a helpful lie to make your flirting a little more subtle. “The neighbors have a group chat, I’ll add you to it so you can get all the hot gossip.”

If he knows you're lying he doesn’t show it, instead he looks a tiny bit disappointed that you wanted his number to add him to a neighborhood group chat. Regardless he recites his number with a smile, his phone instantly vibrating in his palm with a text from you, a friendly ‘hi neighbor’ with a waving emoji at the end.

As he starts to save your contact you open up your car door, grabbing his attention once more. “I’ll text you if I ever need sugar...or other neighborly things.”

The suggestive teasing in your tone isn’t lost on him now, his cheeks flushing at the implications behind your words. “Yeah, whatever you need.”

He’s admittedly even more disappointed when your message thread runs dry, not even being added to the gossip group chat that he was sort of curious about. You hadn’t even given him a show since the night he shut his blinds but it was all part of your plan, expertly crafted to go in your favor.

While you’re at work you get the email that sets everything in motion, a notification of your package being out for delivery. A very cute baby pink wand would be placed at your door step in discreet packaging and if things went the way you anticipated it would be making its proper debut tonight, hopefully with an audience of one.

Jungkook is pulled away from his computer screen when his phone vibrates against his desk, your name illuminated on his homescreen. He pauses for a moment, wondering if this was simply a text initiating him into that damn group chat that he had no idea didn’t actually exist, but when he unlocks it and opens up the thread he sees it's just you.

Y/N 3:48pm : hi jungkook, sorry to do this but im getting a suuuper important package delivered today could you please keep it safe until i get home later tonight? 🥺🖤

You wanted him to guard a package, just neighborly things, exactly what you said you would text him for.

Jungkook 3:49pm : sure, what is it?

He feels stupid immediately after hitting send, fingers curling together into fists as his eyes glare at his screen. Why the hell would he ask what the package was? Being a peeping Tom was clearly not enough, no he had to know about your online purchases.

Y/N 3:52pm : just something for sore muscles 😅

Just like a typical horny boy would, his mind wanders to what exactly could be in the box, quickly texting you an ‘okay!👍🏻’ before locking his phone altogether. He was going to lose his mind.

All according to plan.

Jungkook guards that package with his life, placed delicately on his kitchen counter, exactly where he left it the minute he saw the postman drop it off. He’s been glued to his couch since then, regularly looking over his shoulder to ensure the brown box wouldn’t spontaneously disappear.

Just as he feels himself getting antsy the gentle knocking from his front door has him springing up from his couch, pausing a few feet away from the door as he eyes the knob before looking back at the package. Should he greet you with it in his hands, or would that seem like he was trying to rush you away?

When you knock a second time he opts for just opening the door, seeing you standing there with that friendly smile, a small tweed skirt and matching top showing him you had just got off work, his eyes focusing on your exposed legs for a moment too long until your voice snaps him out of it.

“Hi Jungkook,” you greet him with that honey sweet voice, the tiny glimmer in your eyes betraying you but he doesn’t spot it. “Did you get my package?”

“Hey, yeah I did.” Leaving the door ajar, he steps further into his home, quickly retrieving the light box and bringing it to you, still patiently waiting with that polite smile as if you didn’t know what was packaged inside that box.

“You’re a lifesaver!” you cheer, holding it close to your chest with a small sigh, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if this got stolen.”

Jungkook can feel his face warm up, not able to stop his mouth from running on autopilot, unintentionally outing himself as an extremely observant neighbor. “You must be really sore from going to the gym all the time huh?”

There's a silence that falls over you both as you eye him curiously, gaze flickering with the same mischief from earlier, something he can easily spot now and he desperately wants to shrink into himself.

“Definitely,” you agree with a laugh, “thanks again, have a good night!”

And just like that you’re gone, leaving him with his forehead pressed against his front door as he feels like an idiot. “Really, you must be sore?” He mocks his own voice, rolling his eyes before standing up straight and retreating back into his room to finish the work he had neglected in favor of protecting your package.

The same package that you were currently clutching onto as you bolted up your stairs with a pair of scissors in the opposite hand, debatably not the safest choice but it had to be done. You feel like a crazed woman as you stab into the clear tape to break the seal, peeling back the flaps and letting out a giddy laugh when you spot the sleek white box, a photo of the device printed on the front.

With steady hands you pull out the prized toy, carelessly tossing the empty boxes to the side, hearing them land with a light thud. The soft silicone against your thumb fills you with anticipation, a silent click against the first button dulls down the excitement when it refuses to turn on.

“Stupid fucking chargers.” you grunt, setting the device down and making your way back to the discarded boxes, pulling out the tiny white cable to plug it in.

The provided pamphlet states a full charge in one hour, plenty of time for you to get a grip on yourself, the last thing you needed was to rip open your blinds and come face to face with your hot neighbor with the crazy eyes you’re sure you were sporting earlier, you really didn’t need to scare him off before the main event.

Jungkook is none the wiser as he mindlessly scrolls through the endless data in front of him, eyes floating through the numbers in a dazed manner, his mind far too occupied with that stupid package. He knew exactly what it was, proudly deciphering the code of something for sore muscles to spell out vibrator for him in giant neon letters.

Were you using it now, in your bedroom a good feet away from his own, laid out on your bed directly in his line of sight?

His mind continues to play out salacious scenarios as you finish applying your favorite lotion after the small body shower you took, the silk robe hanging off your shoulder as you bend forward. Your pink toy lays on your bed, the buttons now blinking to indicate a full charge, your plan was now back in motion.

As you step back into your room and slowly crack open your blinds you realize Jungkook’s are still tightly shut. Looking up into the slowly darkening sky you notice the clouds beginning to loom overhead, a smile spreading on your lips as you think of a way to get Jungkook to open up his blinds for the show.

Jungkook’s phone buzzes with a text a few seconds later, eyes widening slightly when he realizes it’s from you.

Y/N 7:02pm : lol does it look like its gonna rain to you?

His head tilts in confusion at your question, nonetheless he stands from his desk, fully sliding up his blinds to stare up at the sky. When he notices the grey clouds he looks down at his phone to start to type, the small flash of movement from across the way making him freeze, looking directly through your window once more and seeing you innocently sitting on your bed, staring right at him with a smile.

Jungkook can feel how wide his eyes get as he stares at you, leg crossed over the other as you rest back onto your palms, head tilted as you wave at him in greeting. Right where you want him.

His hand raises up to wave back at you, the voice in his head screaming every obscenity he could think of as he attempts to smile, the grimace in his face making it hard for you not to laugh.

You start slow, wanting to give him enough time to shut his blinds if he really wants no part in this, your hand coming up to begin pushing the robe off your shoulder further, the first sliver of skin being exposed to his eyes. Jungkook wants to scream, bang his head into the glass as he sees the way your skin glimmers, already knowing you had lathered on that damn lotion of yours.

When he doesn’t move you let the other sleeve fall down, the swell of your breasts holding up the soft material, shielding them from his sight for another moment. Your eyes never leave his face, needing to see his reaction when you sit up straight and let the material pool around your hips, tits fully exposed for him to see.

His reaction is well worth it, jaw dropping slightly as he spots the way your nipples harden in the exposed air, forehead nearly ramming into the window when you bring your hand up to pinch and twist at the pebbled buds. He feels his cock stirring in his pants when your head drops back, lips opening up to let out what he knows is the prettiest moan, head leveling out as you bite your lip and stare at him once more.

Jungkook doesn’t know what to do as he watches you, champagne colored robe still hooked around your elbows as you reach behind your bed and pick up the pink toy you had bought today. The metallic capped bottom shines in the light and he feels like he’s caught in a trance as you showcase it.

For a moment your attention drops down, landing on your phone as you quickly type out a message before setting it aside once more. His phone comes to life in his hand, nearly scaring him with its vibrations.

Y/N 7:18pm : touch yourself please

He swears he’s gonna bust his load then and there, typing out a quick ‘okay’, a message you ignore entirely in favor of turning on your toy. The excited look in your eyes is clear as day when the device buzzes in your hand, Jungkook’s eager fingers unbuttoning his jeans as you start to trail the vibrating head along your body, passing over your nipples and gasping at the ticklish feeling.

Looking across the way once more you see Jungkook’s gaze locked onto you, his body fully illuminated by his bedroom light, allowing you to see his hands start to push his pants down, taking his black briefs with them. Your teeth bite down onto your bottom lip as he raises his palm up to messily spit into it before coming back down to fist his slowly hardening cock. His covered chest rises and falls as he huffs out a breath, slowly squeezing his shaft as he glides up towards his head, coating his palm in the stray beads of precum that drip out of it.

This further solidified that Jungkook was a pervert, at least in his own mind, who else would be so eager to jack off to the sight of their neighbor this easily. You didn’t think so though, knowing every one of your actions had a purpose, Jungkook wasn’t a pervert for being a predictable boy, he was doing exactly what you wanted him to do.

As the head of your toy trails down your chest you take your time, circling your navel before reaching your hips, sliding down your thighs as you lean further back and begin to spread them apart. In a slow movement that Jungkook can’t look away from, you finally reveal yourself to him, folds glistening with your arousal, coating your inner thighs, allowing the toy to glide with ease.

Jungkook groans loudly as you pass the buzzing toy over your clit, a featherlike touch that makes you twitch and moan, his hand tightening around his cock as he twists on the way up. You were absolutely sin personified, giving him a show as you tease yourself, mouth dropped open as you finally press the toy against your clit, fingers slipping into your entrance and pumping inside of you. He can only imagine the way you sound as you stretch yourself open, hips rolling up into your hand as the pleasure jolts through you.

Fuck, what he would do to be able to touch you, hear your moans, be the one to hold that toy against you until you were writhing around.

You can see it in his eyes, the want clouding them as he watches you, his hand steadily pumping his length, quickening up each time your body twitches. When you pull the toy away his brows furrow, releasing his cock as he places his sticky palm against the window, wondering just what you were planning now as you reach for your phone once more.

It only takes you a few seconds to type out the message and hit send, looking up at him with that same predatory gaze you’ve been wearing all night. As he unlocks his phone again you stand up, letting the robe fully slide off your body, pooling around your feet as you step closer to your window, arms crossed under your chest to push your tits out further as you watch him.

Y/N 7:32pm : come over

He rereads the message three times, cock still out for you to see as he contemplates his options, finally looking back up and nearly choking when he sees the way you’re almost pressed against your own window, a sweet smile on your lips as you wave him over. That helps him make his decision, locking his phone and groaning as he slips his cock back into his briefs and shimmies his pants back on.

Your eyes gleam as he turns to exit his room, the light dimming off as he bolts down his stairs towards his front door. When he steps out onto his porch he sees the ground is damp, small droplets now falling from the sky, the chill creeping through his thin layers as he navigates across your connected driveways with his palms covering his extremely prominent bulge.

“Please be unlocked,” he whispers under his breath when he gets to your door, turning the knob and sighing in relief when it unlocks. Jungkook doesn’t care about manners as he steps in, locking the door behind him and instantly climbing the stairs two at a time, already knowing where your room was since your house was a mirror copy of his own.

When he finally pushes his door open he finds you perched on your bed, fully naked and waiting for him with that same toy trailing up and down your torso. The need for introductions are thrown out the window as he crosses the room, immediately settling beside you, his large hand cupping your cheek to pull you in for a kiss.

It catches you by surprise, the normally shy neighbor who got nervous whenever you caught him staring, never expecting him to be the type to go after what he wanted like this but the way he takes control makes you lean into his touch. His lips are tender against yours, hand guiding your face closer as he slowly licks his way into your mouth, a moan of approval leaving you as his warm tongue tickles yours.

You’d often fantasized about kissing him, wondering if he was the type to tease, to pull back and leave you wanting more but the desperation guides his movements, stops him from not fulfilling his own desires. Jungkook kisses you with passion, hunger leading him until he’s pushing you flat on your back, hands dropping down to gently hold onto your neck.

The toy is cast to the side, your own hands sliding through his long hair as you sigh into his mouth, the wet smacks of each kiss filling your ears.

“Take it off,” you mumble against his lips, trailing your hands down his back and tugging his shirt up, determined to rip it off of him to finally see the glorious body you know he has. Jungkook presses a quick kiss against you before kneeling up and pulling his shirt off by his neckline, each inch of exposed skin making your mouth water.

The way his muscles rippled, pulled taut as he stretches out and tosses the black long sleeve aside, bulging out when he finally relaxes, you can’t help but let your fingers trace each ridge on his stomach. Jungkook lets you take him in, not opposed to the lust swirling in your eyes, your tongue licking over your lips as you admire him, following the lines of each tattoo up his arm until you reach his face.

“Like what you see?” he murmurs, looking down at you with lidded eyes, letting them roam along your body, the swell of your tits that rise with each breath, how your hips can’t keep still, searching for any bit of friction you could find.

“You’re fucking unreal.”

He holds his breath when you begin undoing his pants, in a hurry to see his cock without the distance between you. “This is what you wanted isn’t it?” he realizes, the completely unphased look on your face, the perfectly executed texts and package delivery, just knowing that he had done everything you wanted him to do.

“It was fun though wasn’t it Jungkook, tell me–“ he helps you tug his jeans down, his briefs going with them and joining his shirt on the floor, “What did you like more, seeing me do everyday things or watching me play with myself?”

A choked groan slips past his lips as you wrap your hand around his cock, slowly sliding up his length as you question him, enjoying the way he struggles to respond. “God you’re filthy,” he grunts, jaw slack as you sit up, face now level with his cock as he rests on his knees.

The sly smirk you give him shows that you know this, know exactly how filthy you are, using it to your advantage to get what you wanted. With bated breath he watches the way you inch forward, tongue sticking out to gently lick the swollen head of his cock, the salty bead of precum picked up by your tongue.

“Can’t help it.” You sink onto him as the words leave your mouth, lips wrapping around him and he sighs at the warmth that envelops him, the wetness of your tongue circling his tip making his stomach tense up, muscles flexing to keep himself from thrusting into your throat.

The small moan you let out as he fills your mouth makes his body rattle, the feeling of his dick heavy on your tongue as you slide further down, wrapping your hand around the base to steady yourself. This was much more satisfying than seeing him play with himself a few feet away, the sighs of appreciation that float in the air each time you pull back make you keep going, wanting to see him fall apart.

Jungkook doesn’t know when his hands tangle themselves in your hair, taking it upon himself to guide you up and down his length, starting a filthy rhythm that lit his body up. He urges you down more, hands coaxing you, pushing you further onto him until you’re choking as he fills your throat. He doesn’t think you’ve ever looked prettier, eyes full of tears, nose pressed against his stomach as you hum around his cock.

He pulls you off of him a few seconds later, the wet gasp you let out ripping through the air as you catch your breath but that sly smile remains on your face, eyeing his messy length, bobbing slightly as he moves around.

Leaning over you once more his hands cup your face, thumb rubbing under your eyes where he spots the unshed tears threatening to spill over, collecting against your lower lashes. “Fuck, I bet you’re pretty when you cry.”

The rasp in his voice makes your stomach flip, more wetness coating your thighs and further ruining your sheets. “Make me,” you whisper, smiling when his eyebrows raise in question. “Make me cry Jungkook.”

His cock throbs at your response, wanting nothing more than to do what you want, turn you into a crying mess as you beg for him like he often thought about. “You sure?”

With a small nod you’re crawling backwards, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees, arching your back for him as he eyes your exposed cunt, sodden folds shining when you wiggle your hips. “I’m sure.”

Jungkook fists his cock as he approaches you, slotting his knees between your thighs, inching forward until he’s circling your entrance in a teasing motion. Flashes of the way you had spread yourself open minutes prior play in his mind as he slowly breaches your entrance, the first feeling of you taking his breath away, eyes falling shut as you let out the first moan.

Your hands fist the sheets as he stretches you open, his size filling you up so deliciously, inch by inch splitting you open. He can’t look away from it, mesmerized with the way you take him in, molding around him like he was meant to be there.

A whimper leaves you as he presses his palms onto your ass, holding you still once he finally bottoms out, hips pressed flush against you, walls fluttering around him as he gives you time to adjust to his size.

“This is–“ you groan when he slides back a little, “this is just how I pictured it.” The laughter laced in your voice piques his interest, leaning over your body to see you with your face pressed against your sheets, a teasing smile on your face.

“Yeah?” Jungkook questions, tightening his grip on your ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh, no doubt marking them for you to see later. “You pictured getting fucked from behind by your neighbor?”

“Mhm,” you squeal out, giggling when he starts to fuck into you, pulling out nearly all the way before thrusting back in, the small smack of your skin mixing in with your laughter and moans.

“I knew it,” he grunts, trailing his hand up your spine, around your neck until his palm was pressing your face into the mattress, holding you down as he ravished you, stretched you apart and turned your impure thoughts into mush. “Knew you did it on purpose, fuck, do you know how guilty I felt?”

Your walls tighten around him and he moans out at the feeling, the warmth sucking him back in each time he pulled out, the wet squelch of you soaking his cock getting louder each time.

“S-sorry.” It's quiet, but he knows you don’t mean it, knows the words are lace with trouble as you start to rut back onto him, the playful smile felt against his palm spelling it out for him.

“Oh you’re sorry?” Jungkook picks up his merciless pace, knowing he found the right rhythm when you let out a cry of surprise, arching further for him and keening as he nudges against your sweet spot, the first sparks of your orgasm flashing within you. The fact that you were getting what you want sending you closer to the edge faster than expected.

“No, I’m not,” you admit, shamelessly moaning with each thrust. There was no way in hell you were sorry, if this was the outcome you’d do it all again the same exact way. Jungkook wouldn’t argue with that, the earlier guilt he felt long gone, replaced with pure hunger, only increasing when your moans start to get breathier, the panting felt against his hand, hot and heavy as you whimpered.

“I know you’re not, you love putting on a show for me huh, knowing I was watching you from my window while you fucked with me.”

His words make your mind spin, the intoxicating roll of his hips dragging you under into the same state of desperation he was in, weeks of mindless torture fueling the both of you with more than enough sexual frustration.

“I loved it,” you whine when he pushes your face harder into the sheets, the roughness he’s displaying making your stomach flip, thighs spreading out further for him and you let out a trembling moan when he sinks deeper into you.

You were going to cum, he recognized the way your body tightened up, walls clamping around him, making him curse as he continues to rut into you. Jungkook smiles as you cry out, chest pushing into your mattress, hands pulling at your sheets in desperation until suddenly, you’re cumming with a shout of his name, the feeling taking you completely by surprise. “F-fuck, Jungkook.”

He gasps as you gush around him, dripping down your thighs, creaming his cock until it's slick with your arousal. Jungkook doesn’t waste any time pulling out of you, needing to see your face as he sank back into you, now on your back with a dazed out smile.

A soft groan drips off your tongue, thick and needy when he bottoms out once more, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he starts to rock into you, forehead sweaty with his long hair falling around his face. It frames him perfectly, a simple curtain letting you see every expression he gives you, a private show just for you to witness.

“Wanna make you cry,” he confesses, bending down and kissing your chest, his right hand mindlessly swatting at the bed until he finds exactly what he’s looking for, that damn vibrator he had guarded with his life earlier.

The second the small vibrations meet your ears, your eyes go wide, catching the evil smirk on his lips as he holds the toy between you, fidgeting with the settings until it’s low enough to start. “Wait Jungkook, I’m sensitive.”

He leans back enough to trail the head down your stomach, taunting you as he circles your hips and reaches your mound. “You told me to make you cry though didn’t you baby?”

The excitement rushes through you once more, letting out shaky gasp as he just barely touches your sensitive clit, your body jolting and squeezing around his cock. Jungkook shuts his eyes at the feeling, bringing it back to rest against the tiny pearl, the low settings making a hum course through you, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Ah, Jungkook,” you cry, chest heaving as he starts to fuck you again, hips swirling around, unsure if you want to retreat from the toy or press against it harder, the slight sting of pain morphing into pleasure the longer he keeps it up.

“What?” he mocks, raising the settings until you’re shouting, a delirious laugh following suit as your thighs tighten around his waist in reflex. Jungkook knows you love this, your teeth biting down onto your bottom lip as you stare at him with glassy eyes full of tears, urging him to fuck you harder, begging him for more.

He does what you ask, pistoning his hips into you with enough force to jostle your body, the head of his cock just shy of hitting your cervix, waves of pleasure mixing in with the vibrations against your clit. Jungkook can feel his own orgasm creeping up on him, crawling up his spine, goosebumps flaring out on his skin, each wet thrust and cry from you only pushing him closer.

Jungkook watches you carefully, lost in his own pleasure but focused enough to see the way your eyes well up further, the needy sobs you release as he fucks you just right wrapping around him and urging him on, not wanting to hold back when this is what you’ve been wanting.

The small inkling to be mean and actually see the tears fall spurs something inside of him. With a few more clicks the vibrator hits the highest setting, buzzing intensely against your clit and you nearly thrash at the sudden feeling, back arching up as you gasp.

Jungkook chuckles, the low timbre making you whimper as he presses the head of the toy harder against you. “You gonna cum again, make a big mess around my cock?”

“Jungkook,” it’s a choked cry of his name, your arms seeking purchase around his frame, needing something to ground you as you start to float off.

“C’mon, wanna see you cry.” He watches in awe as your body tenses of for a moment, the pleasure catching just right to push you over.

“Fuck, fuck–“ you chant, words slurring together as a second orgasm is pulled out of you, eyes rolling back when the euphoric feeling crashes over you, tears finally spilling over and body turning limp as he continues to fuck you through it just like the last one. He feels like he won as the wetness pools under your eyes, brows furrowing together as you mewl at the feeling of your orgasm cresting, heartbeat slowing in your chest as you come down.

“So good,” he mumbles at the high vibrations felt against his cock, the flutters from your velvety walls keeping him from turning it off, sliding it down a bit closer to your entrance until he’s gasping as well.

“Too much,” you plead, eyes misty as you stare at him, mouth dropping open in a quiet moan when he ruts against you in search of his own release. His free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that had fallen against your skin.

“I knew you’d look pretty when you cry.” He sighs, shutting his eyes when you pulse around his length. “I’m almost there, you okay?”

His concern makes you smile, nodding as you place your hand over his own on your face, dealing with the oversensitivity for him to get his own release. “Yeah, cum inside me please.”

Jungkook groans in response, sliding the vibrator further down until it rests against the base of his cock, gliding along his length with each of his thrusts, the buzzing making his body tingle.

“Shit,” he grunts out, hips fucking you with more urgency, rutting against you sloppily, eyes opening up to stare directly at you and the lustfilled look you give him is what pushes him over. A choked groan dies in his throat when he sinks into you as deep as he can, spurts of his cum filling you up as his face twists in pleasure, mouth dropped open to release a soft moan that you swallow with a sweet kiss.

You hum against his lips when he thrusts shallowly a few more times until finally coming to a halt, turning off the toy and chucking it aside with no care before collapsing on top of you in pure dramatics. Jungkook has no qualms about how much he weighs, making himself right at home as he nuzzles into your chest, sighing in content when you rake your fingers through his hair.

“I feel sweaty, and I know I made a mess on your sheets.” Jungkook mumbles out, cheek pressed against your tits, eyes slipped shut with his slowly softening cock still inside of you. No doubt would your sheets be damp with an unholy mixture of the night's debauchery, something you would surely deal with later.

“It’s okay, I like the mess.” Your words are meant to be joking but the way his cock twitches inside you shows he takes everything you say seriously, simply rolling your eyes with a smile as you tease him further. “You’re a pervert.”

Jungkook scoffs at this now, taking full offense as he pulls out of you with an accusatory glare, eyes zeroing in on your evil smile as you prop yourself up against your headboard. “I’m the pervert?” When you nod he laughs loudly, finger pointing at you in a less than threatening manner, “Says the one who gave me free shows every night!”

“It’s not my fault you’re easy to rope in, you were hooked the second you saw me have that dance party in here huh?”

He nods instantly, knowing exactly what night you were talking about, it was the night he had moved in, before you had even realized he was your neighbor, having a full on dance party to some top 40’s from the 2000’s playlist you found. That was the first night he ever saw you and ever since then he had left his blinds cracked just to see a glimpse of you, not knowing what lewd ideas you had planned.

“Was it the facemask that did it for you?” You laugh, playfully nudging his side with your foot as he glares, the small smile on his face showing you he wasn’t taking this seriously.

“No, it was those sexy ass boyshorts you had on, I think they were grey. They made your ass look nice.”

He laughs with you as you squeal, knowing exactly what pair of underwear you had on, the oversized shirt doing nothing to hide them as you danced around like a lunatic.

“Is this gonna be a thing?” he wonders, taking it upon himself to enter your bathroom to grab a towel, the least he could do was clean up the mess he had caused between your thighs.

“What?”

“Should I text you about the weather tomorrow, call you over to mine this time? I’ll let you choke me if you’re into that.” He says it so casually it catches you by surprise, a cackle leaving you as he finishes cleaning you up, handing you your robe to cover up as he slips back into his underwear.

“Are you into that?”

“I could be,” he winks, flopping onto your bed beside you, letting his hand trail up your thigh until it reaches the hem of your robe, tracing the goosebumps that flare up because of it.

That was definitely something you could work with, mind already planning out the next time you’d torture your neighbor, wondering just how your hands would look like wrapped around his thick neck. Maybe you could see if he looked pretty when he cried.

He spots the mischief in your face instantly but before he could indulge you further, there was one thing absolutely eating away at his mind. “By the way, you never added me to that gossip group chat.”

Your lips purse into a tight smile as your fingers return to his hair, twirling each strand as you hold back a laugh, knowing it absolutely did not exist. You weren’t in the mood to crush his spirit, knowing he desperately wanted to know the ins of the neighborhood gossip so you simply shrug in faux apology, telling yet another white lie. “My bad, I’ll add you tomorrow.”

It’s good enough for Jungkook pressing a kiss against your thigh as he thinks of what the following night will bring, his mind also picturing just how cute your hands would look around his neck.

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Hiiii!!!! can you do like when you guys are supposed to meet up and they waited for about an hour or so and kept texting you you but you haven't replied so they thought you ditched them and got mad at you and stuff then they decided to go home and while on their way home not too far from their school they found you unconscious body with a large wound on you back and your head bleeding?.

can you pleaseease do tsukishima, yamaguchi, ushijima, bokuto (I'm sorry if that's a lot)

Haikyu Boys when you get hurt Pt 2 (Ushijima,Bokuto

Part One Part Two Part Three

Word count: 2.6K

Genre: angst, fluff

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Ushijima

You were having the worst week this week, from battling a cold and your boss making you do all sorts of extra jobs (that were definitely not under your job description.) As easter was swiftly approaching you and Ushijima had your annual plans of going to the local kids community center and helping them with an easter egg hunt. But you don’t think you can manage it this year.

Ushijima gets home from practice with 4 bags just filled with easter eggs ranging from all different sizes, “woah there Toshi, you’ve got enough there too feed all of england” you laugh

“I don’t think these eggs will be able to sustain England Y/N” he says seriously making you laugh even harder. As you were laughing, you felt another migraine come along making your cringe in pain. “Toshi, I don’t think I can do the easter egg hunt this year?”

He sits down next to you alarmed that something is wrong, “why what happened Y/N” he asks

“I’ve been feeling terrible all week, and I even have a migraine right now” you say to him thinking he would understand.

“That’s it?” he questions thinking what you said was a joke “I think you can handle a migraine, remember we’re doing this for the kids”

His words were making you feel slightly guilty since maybe you were being over dramatic. “Y/N if it’s really ‘that bad’, i’ll make you some tea so you can feel better,” he says going into the kitchen to start on your tea. You murmur a quiet “thank you” and you end up falling asleep, hoping that by the time you wake up your head stops pounding.

As you wake up, you realise you slept all the way through the night and over to the next day as when you look at your clock it says 12:32 pm. You look at your nightstand and saw that Ushijima wrote you a note saying:

Y/N I've left out early to set out the easter egg hunt, I’ve made you breakfast so eat up and get prepared for the event which starts at 4pm. Please don’t forget.

Sincerely – Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You chuckle at the fondness of the note, before realising your pain. Your brain felt like it was having a live concert inside that definitely was not going to end soon but you still got up prepared for the day. You didn’t want to let Ushijima or the kids down.

When you go to the kitchen , you see the cute breakfast that Ushijima made you consisting of all of your favourite foods and with another simple note of him saying ‘ I love you. ‘ Ushijima has always been a lovely boyfriend, treating you like the queen you are always making sure that you were okay. Of course, his bluntness and his lack of social cues was something to get used to but when you did get accustomed to it, it only made you fall in love with him more.

You got ready, feeling even more sick as the piping hot shower that you usual have, did not help as when you were showering you felt heavily faint. However, you persevered since you did not want to let Ushijima down.

You finally were prepared to leave the house, with the community center being on 15 minutes walk away you were leaving out at 3:50pm since you were planning to take your car anyways. When you leave your home, you realise that you forgot your car keys so you dash up the stairs (a bit too quickly) to go and find them. Scrambling through your draws, your head is pounding harder and harder and the more it pounds the quicker your moving making you even more faint. You eventually find your keys and you’re ready to zoom to the community center but your body gave out and you pass out tumbling down the stairs landing at your front door.

Ushijima was waiting outside of the community center waiting for you to arrive it was 4:05pm and he was wondering where you were (knowing that your place was only a 10 minute drive away) he sent you a few texts asking where you were but when you don’t respond Ushijima becomes slightly annoyed, plastering a fake smile on his face and entering the community center, starting the easter egg hunt.

The easter egg hunt came to a close at 8pm and Ushijima assumed that you would’ve showed up some time in the middle of the event, but you obviously didn’t show. After making sure that all the kids left safely Ushijima decided to call and text you more and when you continuously don’t respond and your calls go to voicemail he says ‘Y/N, im really disappointed with you right now. How could you do this to me? You said you would show up, the kids were really upset, how could you be so selfish?’

He walks to your house knocking on the door, but when you don’t immediately answer he knew something must be up now, since you haven’t responded to any of his texts and calls and didn’t show up he figured there was something deeper then you just ditching the event.

He used his key to open the door, surprised when the door hit something. He tried again hitting the ‘object’ that was laying at the door again. He carefully pushes the door to make enough room for him to fit through the gap. When he entered, he was startled at the sight of you, there you lay completely knocked out with a blood stain next to your head. He knelt down next to you and touched your cheek you were extremely cold, he had to get you to a hospital stat. He called an ambulance, panicked. Worrying about how long you’ve been out for since it would have to be atleast more than 4 hours he assumed.

You woke up in a foreign room, with your head slightly stinging. You place your hand on the back of your head and wince, then you remember you need to be at the easter egg hunt so you bolt up ready to move.

“I don’t think that’s wise for you to do that Y/N” Ushijima says to you

“Toshi, what happened?” you ask still in pain

“It seems you fell down the stairs and hit your head” after he said that all your memories come flooding back, and you remember rushing to the community centre, looking for your keys, and then falling down the stairs and everything going black.

“I’m sorry Ushi for missing the easter egg hunt, I really tried to get there,” you say with an apologetic look on your face

“It’s fine Y/N of course you wouldn’t of been able to get there after falling down the stairs” he says “Also, this is proof of why you shouldn’t run down the stairs”

You eventually get discharged with the doctor telling you all you need to do is rest and stay off your feet. Ushijima took the doctor's orders very seriously, becoming your loyal servant and waiting on you hand and foot, tending to your every need. He did also make you were eating healthy and taking all your medicine so you could have the best recovery possible.

Also, after realising that this could’ve all been avoided if Ushijima didn’t guilt trip you in the first place for having a migraine, he made sure to never ignore or dismiss when you say you are ill or have anything wrong with you even if it’s a migraine, a lost limb or a simple paper cut.

Bokuto

The Olympics were coming up and Bokuto couldn’t be any more excited than he already was. Everything he’s talked about for the past month he manages to find a way to relate to the Olympics, and as annoying as it got sometimes you were just as excited for it as much as Bokuto was.

Bokuto was heavily busy with extra practices so you were bored and lonely, since your boyfriend was at practice all the time so you chose to take up a new hobby. You decided to paint, although you weren’t an award-winning painter you still found joy in it. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend you had some slight unwanted attention on you: the usual fans of Bokuto that just followed you to have an extra aspect of him in their life's, or his fangirls that adored him.

You didn’t mind the fangirls for the most part since majority of them were pretty tamed and did fawn over your relationship. However, there was the minority of fans that did make it known to you that they DID NOT like you at all. When you started posting your paintings, it seems their hate for you amplified since they always found the need to leave an astray of mean comments on your post. But that didn’t mainly bother you since you thought that they only had that energy behind the screen.

The days went by getting closer to the Olympics, with Bokuto always asking you every day “Y/N you are coming to my games, right?” to which you always replied “Of course Kou, I’m coming” which always made him smile.

When the Olympics came, you’ve went to all the games cheering Bokuto and the team on as they were winning round after round. Whilst this was going on, the group of girls that were sending you horrible messages and making mean posts about you weren’t stopping. At first, you didn’t care for them but it seems their posts only gotten worse making comments about your artwork, your face, your body type ect.

You didn’t want to tell Bokuto as you felt that it would ruin his Olympic momentum and you thought you could handle it all on your own.

It was nearing to the final game of the Olympics, and Bokuto was ecstatic he made sure that you promised you’d be there claiming that you was his ‘good luck’ charm.’ You were excited to go too, the feeling of watching Bokuto play was exhilarating seeing him fully in his element was great for you to see.

On the last game day, Boktuo was already at the stadium since him and the team had to be there earlier to practice and you planned to meet him there just before the game started at 4:30. You went to a florist before the match getting Bokuto the biggest boquet that you could buy.

On your way to the stadium you here somebody whistle from behind you, you turn around and see a group of girls waiting behind you smirking. “Hi?” you say more like a question then a statement “do you want something from me?”

Some of them laugh, but the one standing at the front who you mentally lable the ‘main one’ steps closer to you and says “We want you to stay away from Bokuto” you realise that these were the girls sending you hate online for these past weeks.

Before you can even blink, the girls jump you, hitting, kicking and clawing at you. You are in pain, screaming and crying for them to stop and leave you alone. You lay there, letting them beat you up thinking that you’ll probably end up dead out of this. All you can think about is Bokuto, you didn’t get to wish him good luck, or give him your flowers (that you spent a fortune on) or even tell him that you loved him one last time.

You think the girls eventually stopped but you couldn’t tell because your body was throbbing and you hurt all over. You tried to get up still wanting to go to the match but you collapse going out cold.

Bokuto was scanning the crowd over and over for you, hoping to spot you there. But he couldn’t, he was wondering where you were getting sadder and sadder by the second since he really believed you were his good luck charm and he probably wouldn’t be able to win without at least seeing your face once.

They didn’t win. Bokuto knew he wasn’t playing at his best, since all his mind was on was thinking about where you were. You’ve never missed one of his games, so he was incredibly worried. After he accepted his second-place medal, he rushed out the stadium to go to your house but he was stopped by some fangirls ‘I guess signing autographs is the least I can do’ he thinks, the fans were being a bit odd today but he didn’t have time to focus on that as his mind was racing thinking about you and your whereabouts.

One of his fans did give him an alarmingly big boquet of roses which he appreciated ‘these must of cost a fortune’ he thinks. Although it was a probably a long shot, he decided to ask the fan if he saw someone who looked like *whatever you look like* to maybe see if someone else saw you. Which the fan replied “yeah I saw them with some guy at this restaurant whilst we were going to see you!” they exclaimed.

‘A guy’ he thought ‘that most likely wasn’t you.’ Seeing Bokuto’s confusion, the fan followed up with “I'm pretty sure it was her I mean we all know who Bokuto Koutaro’s girlfriend was.” Bokuto didn’t reply just walking away making sure to thank them for the flowers.

He was rushing towards your house on foot (since all the taxi’s and ubers were fully booked because of the Olympics) whilst running he stumbles across your passed out body all black and bruised with scratch marks and bleeding all over you. “what happened” he whispered, knowing you obviously weren’t going to respond.

He picked up your near-dead body, and cradled you in his arms taking you back to the stadium (since he knew that getting an ambulance to come here or running to the hospital would basically be impossible.) When he got back to the stadium, he did get odd looks from strangers but he didn’t care, his only agenda was making sure you were okay.

You woke up, and saw Bokuto pacing the room repeatedly you tried to get his attention by saying his name but your throat was damaged. He eventually notices you and runs to your side, stroking your face softly and giving you a gentle hug making sure not to hurt you.

“Who did this Y/N?” he asks with worry in his eyes

You ignore his question and look at the silver medal wrapped around his neck making you sad “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to the match, I tried I really did try” you said with your voice sounding even worse after you said every word.

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad that you’re okay babe, I was really worried about you.” he said

The Medic came in and said that you had multiple broken ribs, but beside that you were fine you just needed to rest your throat and let your bruises heal. You eventually told Bokuto that it was some of his fans, he was upset that you hid this from him for so long but he was just glad that he got to you as soon as he did. He managed to play at the next Olympics and you were there fully present, with your even bigger boquet of flowers watching win gold.

Authors Note: I tried to make it as close to your request as possible, but I hope you enjoy as I really do think this is my favourite work so far.... :3 Comments and feedback appreciated.

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