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norrisainz33 · 1 day ago

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photograph pt2. || op81

summary: after losing touch with your childhood best friend, oscar piastri, you finally find your way back to each other.

pairing: oscar piastri x best friend!reader

warnings: slightly angsty to start but happy ending YAY!

word count: 2,165

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the envelope sat unopened on your kitchen counter for exactly 2 days and 14 hours and 15 minutes. not that you had been counting just how long that letter had been mocking you from its place on your marble counter.

the letter had arrived in the usual pile of bills and junk mail and at first thats what you had thought it was but with the sleek white envelope with the mclaren logo printed in the corner and your name handwritten on the back... you figured it was anything but junk mail. and you couldn't quite shake the feeling that you recognized the sharp messy handwriting on the envelope from all those birthday cards you had gotten from oscar as a kid.

you shouldn’t have been totally surprised. melbourne was hosting the grand prix again and oscar was racing in it again. of course they were doing some kind of nostalgia campaign, pulling at local connections and grassroots beginnings sorta deal. you just hadn’t expected you to be one of the local connections. though one of your friends had warned you that some pictures of you and oscar karting as kids had been going viral and you were sure the mclaren social media team had seen it.

even with that said, the envelope stayed sealed and you couldn't bring yourself to open it.

you weren’t totally sure why. maybe because part of you didn’t want to believe he remembered and wanted to believe that you were just another name on a list, another childhood tie to help pad a story for the cameras by the social media team. or maybe you were just scared... really scared of seeing him again and realizing too much had changed. scared of realizing that he hadn’t missed you at all.

it’s four days before the race when your phone buzzes with a number you didn't have saved.

you almost don’t answer but seeing the monaco country code in front of the cell number caused curiosity to win.

“hello?”

there was a pause that caused you to almost hang up the phone and then: “so… you’re ignoring mclaren and me now?”

your heart nearly stopped and you momentarily forget how to breath. you know that voice. you’d know it in your sleep.

“oscar?”

he chuckles awkwardly. “right, yeah, hi.”

you don’t say anything right away. too many memories come rushing back all at once - karting tracks and late-night talks, sunburned grins and tear-stained goodbyes.

“i didn’t think you’d call,” you finally manage to get out after entirely too long.

“yeah, well,” he says, his voice quieter now. “mclaren told me you hadn’t responded back to our invite and i just… well.. i just wanted to make sure you got it and that my mom had your address right.”

“I got it, yeah. nicole does have my address right.” you say. “i don't know - i wasn’t sure if I should go.”

another pause. this time from his end. “why wouldn’t you come?”

you laugh bitterly. “because we haven’t talked in years, oscar. and now, out of nowhere, you send me an invite like nothing ever changed and theres nothing a little weird about it?”

“I didn’t send it to pretend nothing changed,” he counters. “I sent it because everything did change and I never stopped wishing it hadn’t. and i'm sorry that it took the mclaren pr team shoving an old photo of us in my face, that has apparently gone viral, for me to grow a pair and reach back out but here i am.”

oscar had stunned you into silence.

“i’m not asking for anything,” he almost whispered. “but it just... it would mean a lot to see you there.”

you don’t promise anything but you don’t hang up either and that’s how you know you’ve already made your decision.

the australian grand prix weekend arrives faster than you’re ready for.

you don’t remember the last time you felt this anxious. the city is buzzing with that unique energy only a race weekend can bring - the sound of cars testing engines in the distance, the people walking in and out of pit garages, the rush of adrenaline that clings to the air. you’re surrounded by it all but none of it feels as real as the invitation sitting in your pocket the one you’d finally decided to accept. the one from oscar.

you’re not sure what you expected when you finally set foot in the mclaren hospitality suite after the whirlwind of mclaren team members ushering you through various levels of the paddock. you had thought you might feel out of place. maybe even invisible. but the second you step inside, a voice you haven’t heard in forever slices through the noise of the crowd.

“y/n/n!”

it’s him. there’s no mistaking that voice.

you turn and there he is, oscar piastri, standing in the flesh like he’s never left. he's a bit taller now and his hair a little more styled but those eyes — the same familiar brown ones that always seemed to see right through you — still hold that quiet intensity you remember so well.

he’s staring at you, mouth open like he can’t quite believe you’re standing there in front of him. you can’t help but smile. for a moment, you forget about the space and time that’s stretched between you, and you’re just here. here with him. here with oscar - your oscar.

oscar takes a reluctant step forward, and then another.

“you came, y/n.” his voice is a little breathless like he’s just caught up with his own surprise.

“yeah, I did,” you reply trying to hide the nervous excitement bubbling inside you. it’s so familiar to hear him say your name yet it feels different now like you’re both stepping into an unfamiliar place, even though everything around you is the same.

you take in his face again, the way his smile is both shy and relieved. it’s still that goofy grin you remember but now it’s edged with years of experiences you’ve only seen through a screen or in photos.

“guess you’re doing well, huh?” you say gesturing to the mclaren garage around you. the fact that he’s here, that he’s made it this far, makes something in your chest swell with pride even though you’ve been away from it all for so long, you’re reminded of why you always believed in him.

“yeah, I guess so,” oscar chuckled rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s... still weird though.. coming back here - you know? it feels like everything’s changed but also like nothing’s changed at all.” he shrugged clearly feeling a little awkward. “so what’s it been? four years?” he asked, looking at you sheepishly. “I mean, I think I’ve sent you like... what, two messages in all that time?”

“something like that,” you say with a laugh but it’s a hollow one. it’s easy to brush off but underneath it all, you both know. the distance between you is far more than the years on paper.

oscar shifts on his feet and adjusts his team shirt. he’s no longer that wide-eyed kid who left melbourne chasing a dream. he’s the man who made it.

“listen,” he starts, running a hand through his hair. “I owe you an apology. for... everything. for not keeping in touch. for letting things drift between us. I was an idiot and I’m really genuinely sorry.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you, y/n/n. I didn’t mean for things to end up like this. when i left i got so caught up in everything and I never stopped to think about you. about us.“

you take a slow breath. “It’s not all your fault,” you say quietly. “I should’ve said something too. the phone definitely goes both ways osc.”

oscar let out a heavy sigh. “maybe but I should’ve been the one to fix it. i was the one who left and the one who should've done something about it. and I didn’t... I didn’t realize what I had until I lost it.”

your heart beats a little faster at his words. your mind flashes back to all the unspoken moments between you two — the laughs, the stares, the quiet understanding that never needed words, the love that had always simmered under the surface.

“and you never stopped caring for me?” you ask before you can stop yourself, your face instantly turning red.

oscar’s gaze locks onto yours, and for the first time, there’s no hesitation. “never. and honestly not only did i never stopped caring, i've also never stopped loving you. I’ve loved you for so long, y/n. i was too afraid to admit it. afraid of losing you even more than I already had.”

a lump forms in your throat. it feels like the world has paused for just a moment like it’s finally giving you both the chance to say everything you couldn’t before.

“i'm not that person anymore,” oscar adds his voice a little more vulnerable now. “i've changed and i’ve grown up and if you’re willing to give me a chance to prove that... I’d do anything to fix what I broke.”

you didn’t expect him to be this open or this honest and you sure as hell didn’t expect him to feel the same way you’d always felt.

for a moment, you’re speechless. all you can do is look at him. the boy who left, the man who came back, and somehow... it feels like maybe you’ve been waiting for him this whole time.

“oscar,” you finally say, your voice barely above a whisper. “we were both just scared and maybe we don’t need to be anymore.”

he smiles a little unsure but full of hope. “so you’ll give me a chance?”

you hesitate, your pulse quickening as you nod. “yeah. i think I will.”

oscar steps a little closer with his hand outstretched. you don’t hesitate this time. you take it and your fingers intertwine like they used to.

and for the first time in years, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there’s a future for both of you — together.

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a/n: thank you soooo very much for reading!! i appreciate the feedback on the first part xx

tag list from pt1: @raweceekk @silverstcness @littlegrapejuice @il0vereadingstuff @ladywhistledownx

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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softtdaisy · 2 days ago

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to be held / Aaron Hotchner

summary. you have an anxiety attack and all you need is the arms of your bodyguard

words count. 2 590

what to expect. mention of anxiety, reader has an anxiety attack and these two are stupid in love

a/n. is this becoming my favorite series? maybe but i'm so obsessed i want to write more of these two so please if you have any idea you can request it 🤍

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Time: 1:23 am.

Number of rolling over in the bed: around 30.

It was one of those nights. One where your anxiety was getting the upper hand on your sanity.

The last couple of days haven’t been the easiest either. Maybe this explained why your heart kept beating faster and your breath kept getting stuck in your throat.

Your stalker has sent you new pictures. At first, you didn’t even pay attention to them. You received them through a new email address. Since neither Hotch nor his team saw the threat, you didn’t open the message immediately, letting it sleep in your mailbox the whole day.

You had dinner with Hotch that evening. It didn’t happen as much as you wished; that man had a lot of work and often ate in his room, on his computer. Sometimes you would call a friend to give you company, sometimes you would write or compose a song, and some nights you would just stay by yourself, enjoying the silence.

But that night, Hotch stayed with you. You told him some memories from your last tour, and he listened. This was a consistent pattern of communication. You talked, and he listened. You offered to invite him to your next concert. And you ignored the heartache you got when he answered, “Sure, I’ll come.”

Having no idea when you would be able to go on tour again.

Knowing that the day you could, Hotch wouldn’t be by your side anymore.

Scared that when he would leave this place, he would leave your life too.

And so after dinner, he was smoking on your balcony, checking on his phone. You remembered laughing at your dirty thought that you wished he could use his experienced finger on you instead of his cigarette. The last moment of peace you got before finally reading your mail.

“Hope you bought the red one, love,” it said. Linked with pictures of you trying on dresses earlier that week for an event. Most of the pictures were blurry, but there were some distinctive elements. Like your naked shoulder. Or Hotch’s presence in the corner. That was the scariest part for you. Even your bodyguard couldn’t have prevented it.

The rest of the night was just…blurry. You screamed and didn’t see Hotch run back inside. Suddenly you felt his arm around you, holding you against his chest, while his other arm straightened, with his gun in front of him. Even when he realized there was no threat inside and took your phone from your hand, he didn’t let you go.

“I’m here,” he repeated multiple times in your ear. You remember, he whispered. Because his voice never sounded so soft, even with a directive tone. With your eyes closed, you could picture his voice. Imagining a whole painting from it.

It helped you fall asleep that night while he spent the next hours working on your case with his team.

It helped you fall asleep the following nights when you could still see the pictures clearly in your head anytime you closed your eyes.

But tonight, it didn’t help you.

And maybe it was because you knew Hotch wasn’t there.

It didn’t happen much, less than once a week. But some days, he would leave and not come back until hours later or the following day.

“I know you’re going to your other wife,” you told him one day in a very dramatic tone. You always made fun of him for leaving early in the morning, almost like a cheater who was indeed trying to escape discreetly.

“What can I say?” he replied, with a shrug. “The kids are waiting for me.” He couldn’t contain his smile when you looked at him with big eyes and your mouth open, too surprised Aaron Hotchner had joked with you.

Oh, how you would do everything to hear him laugh right now.

You didn’t realize how bad your anxiety was—or actually you knew but tried to pretend it wasn’t that bad—until you went to grab your phone and noticed your hand shaking. You quickly lit up the room, hoping it would help. But it got worse when it felt like the whole room was moving and your vision was getting blurry.

And the only thought in your mind was that you needed Hotch right now.

You didn’t know how you managed to, but you got up and walked to your living room. Your legs felt so weak that you kept a hand on the wall like it could save you from falling. You weren’t convinced about the efficacy of this, but it worked.

“Sorry?” you said in a low voice. So low that you barely heard yourself. But Alvez, the agent there for the night, did. You could see the confusion in his eyes and the worry when he saw your condition. You lost all the color in your face and looked like you were close to breaking down. You were. “Do you know when Aaron is coming back?”

“Hotch isn’t supposed to come until the morning. Why?”

A heartache. A big one. Almost like a knife hammered right in your heart.

“Nothing. I… I just needed… You know what? Never mind.”

Suddenly going back to your bed felt impossible. You opened the door to your room again but glided against the wall until you sat on the floor. Soon, the tears were running down your face, and your sobbings seemed so loud you didn’t hear the agent behind the door calling Hotch.

“I don’t know, she's asking for you. She doesn’t look great. No, she went back to her room.”

The ride was thirty minutes. Hotch did it in twenty.

Usually, coming back to your place was light. Not that he could forget about the case and why he was there in the first place. And if he was asked, he would deny it. But it almost felt like coming home.

But tonight, all Hotch could feel was the heaviness of the situation. Alvez was quick to tell him you hadn’t moved from your room, and he respected the instruction that nobody should enter your bedroom without your permission. You deserved intimacy, and only an emergency allowed them to open your door.

This one was a particular situation. Hotch was the only one who could feel the emergency of the situation.

After he put his hand on your door handle, it took him a second to open it. Your case wasn’t scaring him, even if that bastard was driving him insane. But the idea of you breaking down was awful to him. He took a big breath before finally stepping into the so-dark room.

Hotch didn’t see you at first. You were nowhere to be seen. Not on your bed, where he expected you to be at 2 am. Not by the window, where you loved to stand when your thoughts were getting too loud.

“Hello, beautiful.”

He looked down and saw you, still standing on the floor, your back against the wall. Hotch was soon on his knees in front of you, a hand on your knee and the other on your face. He moved it slowly, looking for any sign of…well, whatever could tell him what happened while he wasn’t there. And he found it, somehow, with the stains of your tears on your cheeks.

You followed as his eyes were scanning every millimeter of your face. You almost found it funny how you flirted with him non-stop since he started working for you, but it took an anxiety attack to get him to look at you like that.

After a moment, Hotch’s eyes landed on yours. ��Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked in a deep but calm voice. That man was bossy. You heard him giving orders to members of his team like it was the most natural thing to do. Making you wonder if he was talking like that to everybody. Everybody but you.

The sudden realization that he wasn’t asking to know; he was asking if you wanted to share it with him made you sob again. You made that man drive around the city in the middle of the night because you were anxious about his absence, and still, he wasn’t waiting for an explanation if you weren’t ready to give him one.

You needed Hotch to be safe.

But you needed Aaron to feel safe.

The words left your mouth before you got the time to think about them. “I needed you,” you whispered in another cry.

You could have easily missed the subtle way his head moved because of your blurry vision. You could have missed the brief smile on his lips—you needed him. But you couldn’t have missed the way his arms moved slowly. Not to hold you, no. To carry you. One arm under your knee, the other on your back. “And I’m here,” he replied, still looking at you right in the eyes. Making sure his words made their way to your brain. To your heart.

It wasn’t until he lifted you up and you could cuddle your face in the crook of his neck that you noticed his look: his messy hair, the dark circles under his glossy and tired eyes, and the little salt-and-pepper beard that he didn’t shave this morning. It was past 2 am, and he hadn't slept since last night. If you asked him, he would say it was his job, and he had no complaints to make about that.

You still felt guilty.

“I’m sorry.”

You thought Aaron didn’t hear you. Or he pretended not to; you weren’t so sure. The darkness in the room hid the tense in his jaw when he actually heard you.

He kept walking, from the wall to your bed, without saying a single word. He still hadn’t said anything when he laid you on the bed in the softest way. And still nothing when he sat next to you and brought his fingers to your forehead to put away the wet hair stuck on your skin.

“I don’t ever want you to be sorry for needing me.” It was almost mesmerizing how he could easily look you in the eyes all the time. “Is it clear?” That was Aaron Hotchner in all his splendor, commanding in all situations.

You simply nodded at first. Too stunned to reply anything at that man clearly asking you to need him whenever you felt like it. Too stunned by the beauty of this same man simply illuminated by the reflection of the moon afar. Too stunned by the feeling of his finger still on your face, tracing an invisible line from your forehead to your jaw.

The last one was a necessity for Hotch. To see that his absence didn’t break you.

“I know this isn’t procedure, but…” You closed your eyes, almost ashamed of your proposition. The truth was, you thought about it a lot. The whole time alone in bed, remembering that Hotch wasn’t in the room next to yours. You told yourself that if he was there, you would have reached for him. But now that he was right next to you, his elbow next to your chest, so close you could feel the heat of his body on yours, it was harder. Harder to ask. Harder to assume. “Do you think you could stay with me? Tonight?”

Hotch stayed silent again. You could have meant so many things.

Staying around, at your apartment, and not leaving again. Even though it would have been unlikely for him to leave again after coming back.

Staying in your room, simply around to make sure you would sleep well and nothing would happen to you.

But he knew. From the insecurity in your voice when you asked him that. You were never insecure, certainly not with him. But this time it was a question of flirting or playing around with a desire you both had for each other.

It was about feeling safe in someone else's arms. Something you couldn’t experience anymore.

You felt his hand on your face again, and his thumb brushing your temple softly. “One minute,” he whispered. You didn’t open your eyes but felt his body leaving your bed. Making it lighter, sure, but emptier, mostly. You heard the door closing and nothing else.

You didn’t hear Hotch talk to the other agent. “Go home, I’ll stay here.”

The benefit of being the boss was that he had no explanation to give. Not that Hotch would have been ashamed to say he would be staying in your room—something you asked for. His job was to take care of you and do what you needed to be in security.

Was it all professional, though?

When he came back to your room, you were still lying with your eyes closed. He leaned against the door, his arms crossed against his chest. That had been a hell of a night, working on a case he hated and then getting the phone call that you needed him. He imagined so many terrible scenarios. So awful that seeing you peacefully lying on your bed healed something in him he didn’t even know was bruised.

“I can feel you, Aaron Hotchner.”

A laugh escaped his lips. “You need to sleep now,” he said, walking back to your bed. He sat against the headboard, his legs resting above your quilt. Instinctively, you turned around, your head resting against his thigh.

This was the closest you’ve ever been to Aaron, except for the moment when he put his arm around you to protect you or when you held his arm at some event. This was something different. This was intimate.

“I’m scared.” You mumbled, your voice muffled against his jeans’ material.

Hotch brought his hand to your back, making his fingers travel all over it slowly and softly, giving you goosebumps. “Of what?”

“Everything.” You moved your head a little, just enough so you could open your eyes and look at him. You weren’t surprised that his look was already on your face. “Of my stalker, sure. I feel like this isn’t going to end, and it’s driving me insane.”

You were met by silence. Because he knew there was more than this.

“And at the same time, I’m scared of the day you’ll leave me.”

Hotch’s hand stopped moving; it was fully open against your back. You didn’t know if he was the one who pushed you softly or if you moved closer to him by yourself, but soon you were cuddling harder against your bodyguard. So close you heard the breath he let go at the thought of leaving you.

You imagined many different answers from him when the thought first came to you. That this was his job—classic. That it was meant to happen—logical. That it would mean you were safe again—reassuring.

But he said something else.

“We shouldn’t think about it right now.” When his hand moved again to the top of your back, his fingers slipped under your collar to caress your neck.

Not just you. We.

The idea of losing you was something that was haunting Hotch too.

It didn’t take you long to fall asleep with him by your side. While he stayed awake watching you and wondering

How was he going to go on with his life the day this case would be over and he would have to say goodbye to the woman that woke up feelings he had shut down years ago?

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whatifitis · 1 day ago

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♡ pit in my gut, in the shape of you - CL 16

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Summary: After a disastrous breakup, you manage to pick yourself up again and reach goals you always thought were out of reach. But what do you do when you run into your ex who does everything in his power to tear you down? Could you ever love again? And do you see your friend the way he sees you?

Author's Note: Omg another one of my old fics 😍 This one is very reworked though. Also, this fic is very much focused on y/n HOWEVER if it is wanted, part 2 has a lot more Charles with a lovely connection :D

WC: 5999

CW: angst, breakup, mentions of depression and its symptoms, Calum Hood portrayed in a bad light (IM A 5SOS FAN PLS DONT HATE ME), a stupid man being mean as fuck, fluff if you squint

You two were best friends. Everyday, you were stuck to each other's side. Whether you were out on adventures, or just at home watching the worst rom-coms ever made. You never got sick of eachother. Forever stuck to each other by glue.

You always feared that those who loved you would eventually grow to hate you and get annoyed by you. That even the little things you did would result in them leaving, because they have before. But he never left. He stayed by your side for 3 summers.

But then something changed. He stopped asking you about things; your interests, your days, your work. He stopped kissing you goodnight. He stopped bringing you lilies, your favorite flower. And one day, he just seemed to stop loving you. He left without a word. All he left in your two bedroom apartment was a note saying “I can’t do this anymore”.

You had noticed the change in his behavior, but you thought, hoped, it was just a rough patch that most couples go through. You thought everything would go back to normal. You thought that if you tried enough, he would stay. You stopped going on tangents about anything and everything. You took on less hours at work to try and cook for him everyday and be present. You tried to make plans with him. But he still wouldn’t give you the time of day. You began to wonder what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong?. Did youtalk too much? Did he start to think your obsession with things was weird or childish? Or did he simply just fall out of love with you? What could you do to change and bring him back?

The day he left was the day your whole world fell apart. You quit your job, stopped taking care of yourself, and stopped seeing your friends and family. Those around you grew worried, but there was nothing they could do. They couldn’t get you to eat, bathe, or even open the door to your shared apartment.

2 years have passed and you have managed to move on. Now you have a new amazing job that you love and some new friends that you care for and know that they care for you as well. You moved out of the two bedroom apartment you once shared with your past lover, and moved into a one bedroom apartment that you absolutely adore. You decorated it to be somewhat like your dream apartment. You’ve got bookshelves lining a whole wall, the bookshelves filled with all of your favorite books and some memorabilia you’ve gathered from traveling and from sharing memories with friends and family. The rest of your walls are filled with posters and pictures of things from your interests to friends and family.

After all this time, you still fear that if you put yourself out there, that people will start leaving you again. You truly don't think you can go through the heart break again. You’ve closed yourself off in some ways. You stopped sharing your interests with people. When asked about your day, you keep it to a minimum. If you saw a rat on the subway on your way to work, you would say so. But you would refrain from talking about how it was the size of your arm and that it was carrying 2 slices of pizza on its back. Something else that you had started doing that you hadn’t noticed was that you started dressing in more bland colors. No more rainbows, sparkles, odd patterns, but more basics in black, white and beige. All the colors and patterns can come off too strongly to some people, better to keep the brightness to a minimum. But you’re happier now. Happier than you were 2 years ago at least.

You now work at the biggest music production company in the country, hoping that one day, you will be able to touch people's hearts with your music and inspire others to follow their dreams, just like you had. One day, as you were on the way to a coffee shop during your break, you saw him. You saw his brown curly hair and his favorite jacket, the one you used to wrap yourself in on cold nights spent with him, walking along the riverside and just talking. He was waiting in line to order his favorite, an iced latte and a slice of banana bread.

As you stood and stared in the doorway, you saw someone walk up to him and wrap an arm around his waist. She’s blonde and absolutely gorgeous. Probably the most beautiful woman that you’ve ever seen. Whilst you examine the woman, you notice something on the woman's finger. A ring. An engagement ring. Simple, but elegant.

You debated whether you should leave or stay and pretend you didn’t see anything, as if the scene before you isn’t killing you on the inside. Before you could make your decision, he turned and spotted you. He stared at you from across the room, almost as if he was trying to place where he knew you from. The woman whispers something into his ear and he looks down at his fiance and laughs.

You stood there, motionless, wondering did he forget me? Is it that easy to forget me? What we had? Or did he just not want to acknowledge me? How could he move on so easily? So quickly?

It was now your turn to order, so you stepped up to the cashier and ordered your usual, an iced coffee and a cheese danish for yourself, as well as an americano and blueberry muffin for a friend of yours. Once you’d paid, you stepped to the side and waited for them to call your name, indicating that your order was ready. As you waited, you tried your best to not acknowledge him. You didn’t look in his direction and didn’t stand near them. But he kept taking small glances at you. You didn’t understand why he was doing this. Was it to see if you were jealous? If you were still heartbroken? Maybe he was trying to get a rise out of you.

After some time, your name was called by one of the barista’s so you made your way to the counter and picked up your order, walking out the door as fast as you could. As soon as you stepped out the door, it felt like you could finally take the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. Taking the first steps back to work, you looked back at him, but he wasn’t looking. Instead, he was pulling the woman, his fiance, close and kissing her, as if he knew you were watching, wanting to make you feel some way.

As soon as you got back to work, you dropped off the muffin and coffee at your friend's desk. As you were making your way back to your desk, one of your company's clients and a close friend of yours, the one she had bought a muffin for, walked up to you and told you that her boss wished to speak to her. Charles gave her a shy smile as he walked away. You raced to your boss’ office where you were told that you had to write a song for one of your favorite artists. You were told to write a ballad about heartbreak, a song that would make people's hearts sink when they listen to the song. You told her boss that it was no problem, not wanting to be a disappointment.

Immediately, you got to writing. You sat in one of the small studios in the building and began writing. You wrote down various lyrics as you played various chords on the piano. You worked for hours on end until the sun began to rise again. You hadn’t eaten or slept, but you believed you had written one of her favorite songs yet. It was something you held close to your heart and you prayed it was good enough.

Once you had finished writing the song, you noticed it was 5 am. You decided to race home quickly to refresh and then come back to the studio to show your boss the song you had just written, to get their input. To say you were nervous was an understatement. As much as you loved your job, you hated having to share your work, for fear it would not be well received. You were afraid that the songs you worked on wouldn't be enough. But you pushed through your doubts, because at the end of the day, if you don't believe in yourself, then no one will.

You played the song for your boss, and they loved it. They told you to immediately record a demo of it and send it to the client. With that, you got to work. Stepping into one of the studios, you found Charles, the blueberry muffin lover. You immediately raced to him with excitement, telling him about how your boss had loved the song you had written and wanted you to record a demo for it and send it to the client, who just so happened to be your favorite artist.

“That’s amazing, ma cherie! I’m not surprised honestly, you’re an amazing songwriter and musician. It was only a matter of time before your talent was recognized.” he smiled softly at you.

With the help of a producer, you recorded the demo and had it sent to the client, who absolutely loved it and wanted it to be the first single off their new album. You were ecstatic because not only did you love it, but so did your boss and your favorite artist. Soon after, the client came to the recording studio in the building and started recording the song with your help and a few producers' help.

Once you had finished recording the song, the client stood there in silence. You felt like you were melting in that studio, full of people you respect and admire. What if it turned out that the client didn’t like the song anymore? That they didn’t want it anymore? What if they wanted someone else to write a song for them? What if you really weren’t good enough?

Finally, the client spoke, looking right at you “You know, I don’t think I’m doing this song justice. I think you should record it, properly, and release it under your name. You’ve got an amazing voice and incredible song writing skills. I don’t think it’s fair of me to take this song from you.”

You thought you were being messed with but after a few moments, realized that the client was being serious. It took a bit of convincing, but you agreed to release this song under your own name, totally not due to peer pressure. Of course you were shitting bricks at the thought of putting yourself out there as a singer, but it was something you were excited for? For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were on the right path.

Leading up to the release of your first single, there were countless meetings and dinners with important people. People who had power and influence in the music industry. People that she had only dreamed of working with, never thinking it could be real. So many contracts that had to be signed. You began to doubt whether it was something you were worthy of. All these people were taking a big risk in working with you. What if you turned out to be a waste of time, money, and effort.

One specific day, while you worked with lawyers and managers on getting your new career started, you stepped out of your office building to take a breather and gather your thoughts. But, as you did, you saw him, Calum Hood. The man who broke with silence all those years ago. He’s standing there with his big brown eyes looking directly at you. The two of you stood there staring at each other, 8 feet apart, not saying a word.

After what seemed like hours, he walked to you, not breaking eye contact. Your heart started racing, wondering why he’s here, why is he walking towards you. As soon as you were in arm's reach of each other, he handed you an envelope. You reluctantly took it from his hand and saw your name written on the front, in beautiful cursive.

“It’s an invitation… to my wedding. It’s in a few months and I want you there. I know I kinda left abruptly and you’re probably pissed at me, but I hope between now and the wedding, we can reconnect and be happy for eachother. I mean I’m engaged now and you’re obviously seeing someone.”

You were taken back by this comment, why does he think I’m seeing someone?

He sees the confusion on your face “At the coffee shop, you ordered two drinks and two pastries. I assumed that you were getting it for your partner.”

When he said this, you thought shit but you also thought, since he’s moved on, you should pretend that you have too.

You looked back up at him and said “Yeah, I’m seeing someone. I met him here at work a couple years ago.”

“Great, I’m glad we could both move on and be happy for eachother. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat or a coffee sometime. We can catch up and reconnect?”

You agreed. You were curious as to why he left that day. It has been in the back of your mind for the past 2 years. Why not take this chance to find out? Setting a time and date to meet, you said your goodbyes to each other.

For the next week, you worked and worked, trying to get your new life in order. PLacing everything where you wanted it to be or where it needed to be. All of this was so new to you and now your ex has been thrown back into the mix. You were actively trying not to drown, clawing at the waves to survive.

You made your way to the coffee shop you and Calum had agreed to meet at. As soon as You walked in, you saw him sitting at a table in the corner. He smiled and waved you over. You walked over and sat down, noticing that he had already ordered for the both of you. In front of you, on the table, sat your favorite drink, but it was hot. You hated hot drinks. Even when it was freezing outside, you always ordered cold drinks. A pastry sat next to the drink, it was a pastry that you’d never tried.

“I remember these were your favorites. I’m not sure if they still are but hopefully you still like them.”

“Yeah, thanks” you said, plastering on a smile. You hated that you still loved him, after all this time. Even after he got your coffee order wrong and claimed it was your favorite.

The two fo you sat there in silence wondering where to start.

“So uh, how have you been since… you know” Calum says, giving you a toothy smile.

“Since you left me out of the blue? Yeah I’m doing pretty good” you said with a laugh, almost masking the pain that still pierces your being.

He lets out a chuckle

“I’ve got a new job, new apartment, new partner. I guess you could say I’m doing great. How about you?” you asked the man before you.

“Yeah, I’ve been good. I got a big promotion, new house, and I’m getting married to an amazing woman.”

When he said this, you felt your heart sink into your stomach.

“Tell me about her.” you said

“Well, she is a nurse. During her free time, she volunteers at an animal shelter. She’s constantly bringing home stray animals as well, hoping she can find them new homes. One of the things I love about her. She uh, she also loves painting. She’s constantly painting something new. We have about 20 of her paintings around the house.” he says with a smile on his face. “She’s literally the perfect woman. I love everything about her. But enough about me. Tell me about your guy. What’s he like?”

You panicked when he said this. You don’t have a guy. So you thought of someone you could describe, Charles.

As you begin speaking, you unconsciously smile “Um, well, he’s a driver, like he drives in Formula 1. We met at work when he was looking for a company that could help him bring his compositions to life. We sort of hit it off from there. He plays the piano like it's no one's business. He can also play the guitar and he’s an amazing musician overall. He’s like a chess genius and one day he ran into the studio and told me about a great idea he had. He wanted to use the sounds of chess pieces hitting the board in a song. I mean it’s not a crazy idea. Billie Eilish used an Australian crosswalk sound for a song. Why can’t we use chess piece sounds?” You laugh when you say this, thinking about how absurd it is that Charles comes up with these ideas just out of the blue.

You continued “He loves getting up early in the morning and going to watch the sunrise. And he loves cooking. He makes the best pesto dishes. Any dish with pesto, he can make into something you can only dream of eating. You should come over one day and try it.”

“I’d love to. We should all get together one day and have dinner. My fiance and I and you and your mate.”

“Yeah, just let me know when you two are free. Charles and I are usually only busy during the day.”

“I’ll check with my fiance but yeah, I’ll let you know. What else have you been up to? Any gossip going around that you can share? I’m sure there’s a ton with the amount of celebrities you work with.”

You hate that he’s asking this. You used to tell him everyday that you did not feel comfortable sharing anything you ever heard at work, as it was not any of your business and you wouldn’t want your business being aired out either.

“Not so much gossip that I can share but, I am currently in the process of releasing a song.” “Really?” he asks in a doubtful tone. “That’s… amazing! I know how much you wanted to be a big song writer, and now you’re gonna be a big star.”

“I’m not so sure about being a big star.”

“Oh no, believe me, you are gonna go on to play in stadiums and sell out tours, and win awards. Trust me, I know you, and I know how talented and hard working you are. You’re gonna be the biggest star anyones ever seen." His tone makes him seem like he’s being sarcastic.

You feel your cheeks turn red, not from flattery, but from anger? Embarrassment? He never once said he believed in you when the two of you were together. Never once stated that you were talented. Always changing conversation topics when you would bring up your work.

“Thank you. I’m really excited for this next step in my life.”

“Yeah, no problem. I’m glad we saw each other that day, and that we can talk now. And again, I’m sorry for leaving abruptly all those years ago. I’m not sure what exactly happened but, I’m sorry. I really am” he says. But, you’re finding it hard to believe him. You don’t think he’s actually sorry for his actions.

“It’s okay. Things happen. People change and there’s nothing we can do about it. Listen, it’s getting late and I should get going, but let me know when we can all sit down and have dinner.”

“Yeah of course, take care.”

The two of you stand up and hug before leaving. As soon as you touch, you remembered what it felt like to be with him. Unconsciously, you sank into his arms immediately, not wanting to let go. For a second, you hoped that time would freeze. That you could be his for even another minute. Maybe there’s a chance he could love you again, like you weren’t hopeless. Maybe you could be enough this time. But eventually, you did part. You two walked out of the shop together and then went different directions.

As soon as you got home, she panicked thinking I gotta talk to “my guy”. You pick up your phone and text Charles, asking him to meet you in front of her apartment building in an hour. He fortunately agrees without questioning it.

An hour later, you meet Charles at the front of your apartment building. “Hey, What’s up? Are you okay? Why’d you need to meet so soon?” he says while walking up to you, worry sketched into his face.

“Well you see, I may or may not have bumped into my ex who is now engaged and then talked to him and now he thinks that I’m also seeing someone when I’m not because I need him to think that I have moved on because he moved on and he invited me to his wedding and he needs to think I’ve moved on and that I’m happy.” “I-. Seems like you’ve gotten yourself in quite the predicament.” he lets out a small laugh. “But why do you need me, specifically?”

“I need you to pretend that we’ve been dating for like a year and maybe, possibly, pretty please, be my date to their wedding.” “Oh.” he laughs “I mean, sure. I’m down to help you out. Let me know what our story is so that I can get into character” he jokes.

“Really? Are you sure? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know this is a weird request and stuff.” you explain, beginning to regret your decisions and panicking a bit.

“Yeah. I’m totally down. It actually sounds kind of fun, almost like I’m crashing a wedding but I'm not. I also sort of owe you for all the help at work. I wouldn’t have been able to get some of those projects done so quickly without you.”

“Oh, yeah that was no problem. But are you really sure you’re okay with helping me with this?”

“Most definitely. Text me the details when you can. We can begin scheming.” he tells you as he begins to walk away.

Before he disappears from view, you shout back a reply “Alright. Thanks Charles, I really appreciate it.”

As he turned around, you swore you saw his eyes twinkle.

Once he’d turned a corner, you went back up to your apartment and took a breath and wondered what the hell did I get myself into.

A month has passed and it’s time for all four of you to have dinner together. You all met at your apartment. Since you've been working every hour of every day, your “partner” arrived at your apartment ahead of time so that he could prepare dinner for everyone.

Calum and his fiance, Kayla, arrive and you all gather around the table and begin to eat. You all make small talk with each other, starting with whatever is on the news. As time went on, you all began to feel comfortable enough around each other to talk about what’s happening in your lives and how everyone knows each other. As far as Kayla knows, you and Calum were friends a few years back til work got in the way and you just lost touch.

Throughout the whole dinner, Calum tries to steal glances at you, but you don't give in. He tries grazing your leg with his foot but you ignore it. You don't understand why he’s doing this. He’s happily engaged with a new job and new house.

Charles soon notices how uncomfortable you are and tries his best to subtly comfort and reassure you. Charles pulls your chair a little closer to himself, not realizing that he’s just saved you from having that man touch your leg again. He asks you if you’re okay and you tell him that you’re fine, giving him a smile that he can see right through.

You all talk and laugh all night until it’s time for Calum and Kayla to go home. The couple say their goodbyes and leave, thanking you and Charles for hosting and cooking.

Charles stays back and helps you clean for a bit, even after you’d reassured him that you could do it yourself.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asks you.

“Yeah, I just- It was just weird, the whole dinner thing.” you try to brush him off. But he doesn’t let up.

“Don’t lie to me. I could see how visibly uncomfortable you were. Was he doing something to make you uncomfortable?”

“No, he didn’t do anything. Please just drop it. It’s been a long night.” you say, feeling exhausted.

“Fine. But this conversation isn’t over yet.” he says as he begins to walk out.

“Thanks.” you call out to him before he can walk out the door. “For helping me and for cooking dinner tonight. I really appreciate it. The pesto was really good. And thanks for checking up on me, you didn’t need to.” you try to put on a smile for him. But he can’t help but see right through it, and knows right now isn’t the time to push you to talk yet.

He simply nods and tells you “It was no problem. I’m always here if you need anything.” He smiles at you as he walks out the door.

A few hours later, you're in your apartment, getting ready for bed when all of a sudden, there’s a knock at your door. You walked to the door to see who could possibly be knocking at your door so late at night. You look through the peephole of the door to see Calum. You weren't sure what to do. Not only did you feel exhausted, but you also wanted to know what was going through his head, why was he here?

Opening the door, you tell him to come in and ask him why he’s back here at your apartment, especially so late at night.

He looks at you and just says “I love you. I never stopped loving you. I’ve loved you since the first night I met you. I never stopped loving you.” You’re confused and angry. He left you, out of the blue, and immediately got into another relationship. He made you feel small and foolish. He made you feel unlovable. Unworthy. He made you question your worth for so long. You had to fight claws and chains to come back from the depths of darkness that he threw you in.

You look him in the eyes and ask “Then why did you leave?”

He holds your stare and says “Because I was an idiot. I didn’t know what I wanted.”

“You didn’t know what you wanted? Really? That’s your answer?”

“Well it’s not like it’s entirely my fault that our relationship ended the way it did. I mean, you had as much of a role in our demise as I did.”

“Excuse me?” You can’t believe him and his audacity “Tell me, what the fuck did I do that made our relationship end? Please, tell me. Go on then.”

“Well I mean, for starters, you were always talking about yourself. You know what, no, you just were always talking. Nonstop. It’s like you couldn’t stand the fucking silence or letting someone else talk. Like who cares if you saw a rat on the subway. It’s New York City for fucks sake. That shit happens everyday.”

“What else?” you asked, trying to keep the tears from falling.

“You are always so full of yourself. You really think you’re talented? You really think you can amount to something? You write songs. Woo fucking hoo, congratulations. Millions of people can do that, it doesn’t make you special. Just because you got given this new career, doesn’t mean shit. Talentless people make and release music all the time. It doesn’t mean shit. When are you gonna realize that you don’t matter. That people aren’t going to love you like I do.”

“Stop spewing that shit at me. You have no right to say that.”

“No, I have every right considering I wasted so many years on you.”

Eventually, you lost it. Tears were streaming down your face and you stopped holding back.

“I was a fool for loving you and thinking you loved me too. I did everything for you. Everything I did was all for you. But it didn’t mean shit to you. You kept me waiting for your love for years. And I acted like it was fine, like I was fine. I thought maybe someday you’d come around and that it would be something we laughed about when we were older. But I finally learned my lesson. I was naive and foolish to think you could ever love anyone but yourself.”

“Stop with the theatrics for god's sake. All you needed to do when we were together was give me space and be chill and hold your fucking tongue. I’m trying to give you a chance with me again. Just take me back and we can pretend this never happened. You can have a purpose in life again.”

You stare at him not knowing what to say or do, feeling trapped. You can’t believe this man, coming into your home and saying that shit. You can’t believe that at one point in time, you loved him.

“Go.” you tell him.

“What the fuck are you saying.”

“Go, get out. Get out of my fucking apartment, I never want to see you again.” You yelled as you pointed towards the door. He looked at you in disbelief “I walk out that door, then this is over for good.” He gestured between you two, “You won’t get another chance.”

“Leave. I don’t need you or your stupid ego.”

“Fine, just remember that you did this to yourself. Have fun spending the rest of your life alone and unsuccessful. No one in hell will be stupid enough to love you, at least not like I did.”

He walked out of the apartment as you slammed the door shut.

You had a lot of regrets in your life. But your biggest regret was him. You regretted putting him on such a pedestal. For treating him like he was the sun. For years, you watched him as he tolerated you. You were such a fool for him. You waited patiently, but you were never enough for him. You don’t think anyone will ever be enough for him.

The whole time he spoke and bashed you, you thought that maybe he’ll never be satisfied. He could have the perfect life with a perfect house and perfect wife and perfect family. But at the end of the day, he will always want more.

After years of doubting yourself, putting yourself down and believing every word he ever said to you about you, you’re finally at a place where you can confidently say that someday, you will be everything to somebody else. This person will think you’re so exciting. This person will never cease to amaze you. This person will always love hearing you talk, hearing you laugh, wanting to bottle up the sound so that he can listen to it whenever he wants.

Your first single made it to the top 10 on the charts. YOur schedule was booked full with interviews from various magazines and entertainment channels. Everyone kept asking you “When’s the album coming out?” “Who's the song about?” “Is there a potential love interest in your life right now?” “This man claims the song was written about him, is it true?”. Millions of questions, some that you refused to answer.

Your first few months of fame were chaotic to say the least. The only time you felt at peace and like you could be yourself was when you were in the studio where you first wrote the song. Oftentimes, you would sit in that studio and just sit in silence, savoring the calm. As you were about to close your eyes and take a little nap, you heard a knock on the door. You call out to the person behind the door stating that they could come in. The door opened and you saw that it was your “partner”. You smiled as Charles walked in, taking a seat next to you.

“So, how’s fame treating you?”

“It’s pretty tiring if I’m honest.” you laughed.

“It looks tiring.” he laughs with you, “Why are you here alone? Shouldn’t you be mingling with the big names right now? You know, out partying and stuff.”

“Not my kind of thing. How are things with you? What have you been up to?”

“Just the same old stuff. The only difference is that my projects are getting out slower now that my writing partner is big and famous.” he says jokingly.

“Writing partner? Really? Since when did I get promoted to your “writing partner”?”

“I’m only joking. But yeah, it’s not the same around here without you, cherie.” he smiles softly at you “I never got to check up on you after that dinner. Are you okay?”

“Well I mean, I’m as okay as I can be. No one really teaches you what to do when a “good man” hurts you, so.”

“I’m sorry you had to deal with that. He seems like an ass. ”

“You only met him once.” you stated, letting out a small laugh. You continue “Yeah, you know what’s crazy? He came back to my apartment a few hours after dinner.” “Why? What did he want?”

“He just asked for me to take him back, and when I said no, he told me it wasn’t just his fault that we ended the way we did. He said it was also my fault. He also said some other fucked up shit but, it doesn’t matter. He was right.”

“Whatever he said, that night, don’t believe him. You guys ended because he’s a dick, not because of anything you did.”

“You don’t know what happened.”

“No, I don’t. But I do know you. I know you, ma belle. You are a talented songwriter. You are a hardworking person with so much fire and passion. You are someone who never gives up. Someone who will put others before herself. Someone who is unstoppable. Someone who loves unconditionally and is also unconditionally loved. Someone who remembers everyone's favorite order at the coffee shop so that no one feels left out. Someone that people look up to and admire. You are worthy of all the good in the world. I know who you are. ” You look at him, wondering if you really are worth it.

But you simply replied “Thank you.”

When you’re left with your own thoughts, you start to wonder, would you be able to sail through the changing ocean tides? Maybe. Would she be able to handle the seasons of your life? Maybe.

All you know is that you’ll always believe in yourself. Believe that there are people who love you. That supports you. That appreciate you. That see you, for who you truly are. For as long as you live, there will always be people in your corner, even when you don’t think they should be. So, maybe one day you’ll find your person. Maybe one day you’ll build a life with this person. Maybe one day, you will believe it when someone says they love you.

Maybe one day.

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sweetdispatch · 2 days ago

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Step 3 - L. Hughes

Seven Steps | Step 2 pairing: Luke Hughes x fem!reader summary: You and Luke decided to move into your own apartment warning: none

Dating Luke was incredible. You could swore that he’s the sweetest guy. He was protective over you but not in a negative way. He wanted to be sure that you’re doing alright. He was always checking on you and could notice the slightest change in your behaviour. You loved him deeply and were delighted to call him yours.

Luke thought he won in a lottery. You were the best girlfriend, even better than he ever imagined. You were always around and he knew that you’re one phone call away from running to see him and help him. You were his rock and thanks to you, he could finally put his mind somewhere else than in sport.

You two were spending every free minute together. When you had a free morning, you were always sleeping at his place. Jack was always joking that he’s third wheeling when you’re in their apartment but in reality, he didn’t mind it. He could see the love in Luke’ eyes every time you were speaking or someone mentioned you.

After tough games, Luke was always driving to your house. Your parents were happy that you found a proper guy and saw that he changed you for better. You became more open with your feelings. They really liked him and always saw the happiness written all over your face when he was coming over or you were watching his games.

In summer, you took a week off from work and went to see him in Michigan. You met his family and they finally saw what Jack meant when he said that Luke is really in love. Luke was always around you and didn’t let you lift a finger to help. Whole days you two had been spending on cuddling and laughing at silly stories that his brothers were telling.

It was perfect but after a year, you two wanted a change. Both of you wanted to have your own place. Luke wanted to move out of his brother’ apartment and you wanted to move out from your family house. You’ve been talking a lot about it and decided to search for your own place.

Luke didn’t have any requests over how the apartment needs to look like. He just wanted to enjoy life with you. The same was with you. You just wanted to be close with him and not care about people around you. After a month of searching, you two found a perfect place. You went to see the apartment and immediately agreed to sign the papers.

Slowly, you and Luke were gathering your things there. You two had been busy with work and couldn’t do it as fast as you wanted. This process took you almost two weeks but it was worth it. When you finally moved there you two smiled widely. Both of you knew it's new chapter in your relationship. Luke was leaving for a roadie three days after you moved there and you were the one responsible for unpacking everything.

“You know you don’t have to do this” Luke looked at you when you were opening the boxes in the living room.

“I know but I want to do this” You told him.

“Why won’t you wait for me until I return? We can do this together” Luke proposed but you giggled.

“I love you baby but I know us and I know that we won’t unpack this. We would be taking the clothes we need to wear from boxes and this is how the unpacking would look like. You won’t be with me so I can do this and when you get back, everything will be ready” You went closer to him and kissed his lips.

“Fine but don’t you even dare to go and buy decorations without me. We’re doing this when I return” Luke said with a serious voice and you laughed.

A week later, Luke got back from roadie and the boxes were nowhere to be seen. Everything has found a place but you two still needed to go and buy a couple things. You went together to a shop to run errands and you had lots of laughs while doing it. You bought a lot of useless things just because you liked them. Finally, after a tough month your apartment was finished. It was like a dream come true. You and Luke couldn’t picture it better.

Quickly you found a routine in your life. Every morning you two were waking up at the same time. You were going to make breakfast and Luke was getting ready for the day. After it, he was cleaning the dishes and you were going to the bathroom. Together you were leaving the apartment and he was driving you to work before going on a training.

At evenings, when Luke had a game you were quietly in the kitchen cooking dinner for later because he was taking a nap. Plenty of times he tried to convince you to take one with him but you couldn’t sleep during the day. When you were working in the evenings, he was always showing up at the store an hour before closing to sit with you and later drive you to your place.

You thought you couldn’t fall in love more with Luke but when you two started living together it happened. You couldn’t believe how lucky you are to be with him and have him as your partner. At first you were scared that when you moved together, this would ruin your relationship but it only made you two stronger.

Luke could tell the same thing. It was fresh to live with you in this apartment. He didn’t need to worry about his brother or your family. He could simply enjoy the peace and your presence. He knew that it’s rental but one day, he wanted to buy you a house where you can move as a family.

It was one of the days where you two decided to stay in your pajamas. You didn’t want to do anything except lay with Luke by your side. He was more than willing to do it. You were his escape from the rough season and all he wanted was to keep you close and feel how good life outside of hockey is.

“I love you. Thank you for this” You told him and Luke raised his head from your shoulder.

“Everything for my girl. I’m ready to give you the whole world just to see a smile on your face” You smiled at his words. “Exactly this smile. I love you” Luke placed a kiss on your lips.

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heinousarrogance1 · 1 day ago

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Being a PI is usually a very boring job. But not always. Her husband thought she was a cheating whore, so when hired me to to check, it jumped at the chance. It took all of 2 hours to find her profile on the kink hook up site, and just a day to get her to agree to meet up for coffee. withing 2 hours we were back at her place. Now admittedly I had all the evidence I really needed by now, but, why stop there? She was hot, willing and oh so submissive. I spend the next four days doing things with her and to her that her poor vanilla husband could not have imagined. On the day he was to return I trussed her up and let her naked and gagged on the kitchen island. on the table, propped up was an envelope says "watch this first" with what we could call the highlights of our week on a thumb drive.

I could see the tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes as I let myself out.

2405_05 【zenrakinbaku2】

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sukioyakio · 1 day ago

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'𝖄᥆ᥙ ᥙsᥱძ mᥱ 𝗍һᥱᥒ s᥆ ᥒ᥆ᥕ іᥣᥣ ᥙsᥱ ᥡ᥆ᥙ'-(__)

Paring: Sukuna Ryoman x SingleparentReader

Summary: You thought that after your visit with Sukuna that the gods hate you;Who you thought never would see again.But,He just kept on insisting on you about the deal.

An:I love all y’all comment on the last one,and this took time off my brain cells to actually do,the time I took to research the topics of movies I feel like Sukuna would do,I was low key thinking that I wasn’t writing Sukuna accurate enough 😕 The amount of times I made my best friend to read this was insane,but she deal with it and gave me tips.Love her for pro reading this.

Part 1 Part 2

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Wordcount: 8.k (ik im sorry but give me a chance)

The next day,you receive yet another message from an unknown stranger,telling you the same thing from before,in which you blocked it and continue your day on.Then it repeats again with the same message but with a different phone address the next day,you go ahead and block it again. Then it begins to repeat until the end of the week. It was getting annoying to be constantly bombarded with reminders of his deal.

You were already stressed out on whether to use the money he gave to you move or get a car etc.But mostly on nova sake.You didn’t even notice someone following you when,you were leaving work;picking up nova;then going home.

It was now Monday morning and not bothering to look at your phone,because knowing your already going to expect the same god damn message from him or his manger you don’t really care at this point.You just needed to get you and nova for work and school.

“Sir ryoman!” Uraume announce with their voice being controlled and professional.As they knocks on this office door. As it was busy in the office,they had been having to remind multiple employees to stop slaking off.

Multiple employees walked by returning to their desks and multiple other employees walked by uraume.

‘Come In’ Sukuna voice could be heard as it signal for uraume to come inside.Uraume opens the door and closes it behind them.As they walks towards the his desks.

Uraume begins to talk as turns on their iPad and starts looking for a specific page on it.

“She still hasn’t answered so far but I’ve have got a complete report of her what she does, where she goes and walks just like you wanted.I already send it in your message this morning.” Uraume explained with a formal and politely voice.They turns off their iPad now looking at Sukuna for a response.

He simply nodded.Not even glancing at uraume as he just continued signing paper on his desk.

“Good,now leave” he answered with a simple wave dismissing them.He simply was exhausted from having to deal with the media and The paparazzi flashing those damn cameras at him.

Uraume nodded but slightly hesitated as they turned around,but stop halfway through their way towards the door.Uraume clear their throat and swiftly compose themself.

“Sir may I ask you a question?” They announce to him while letting out a sigh.Uraume be meaning ask him what all this new found interest was for.But they especially wanted to ask him if the girl-you- who was company with a young girl was his.The young girl did look much like him,but that isn’t their business to be In.

Sukuna rises his red eyes staring at the back of uraume head,particularly making holes in them.He scoff out as he raised his eyebrow towards what his assistant had to say.

“What is it” He replied with a harsh tone,now laying his head on his palm;eyeing uraume with curiosity. Uraume nodded before coughing up anything that might make them a fool.

“Why are all of the sudden are you interested into this woman.Ive never seen you this intensely interested in someone before,even you being an actor. Is . . that child is you-“ Uraume cuts their self up before butt-ing into something that wasnt there business.

“Never mind that isn’t my business to be asking.I’ll see you later to update you on the latest update of your schedule”

Uraume explains with a bit of more emotion than their usual professional tone.But they sigh quietly and gave a small shake to remind themselves that this is isn’t their problem,nor the time to try to discover the big history between him and you-now leaving the room.Feeling his red eyes burning holes into there head.

Sukuna watched as Uraume left the room, his eyes narrowing at uraume as they exited the room, leaving him alone with his own thoughts. He leaned back in his chair, a hint of irritation in his expression.

He couldn't help but feel annoyed with their questions . It was true that he had suddenly become interested in you, And especially for someone who had a busy schedule but he didn't want to admit it to anyone, let alone his assistant. Who was they to question him about his private life?

Nonetheless he pushed his thought away went back to working on his paper and other stuff to simply distract himself.But all it does is spark a idea in his mind;something he knows will grab your attention in a bad good way.

‘I should at least get to officially meet our daughter’

You already had drop off nova from school and now your at work,Just working hard though the rush hour of the day.

Running back and forward to get people foods and served it to them,and writing orders and giving it to the employee who gave it to the chef.

Every once in a while some boys will try to flirt their way of not having to pay.But their efforts will come to an end soon enough and paying for their food.Even so,the day was mostly spent on taking order for people.But while in break time you were going to relax and just watch a documentary on YouTube.

Until a text message from a teacher who was nova teacher that you texted once in a while to talk about nova behavior and etc but what she texted was something odd out the ordinary.

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{Ms apples}-“I didn’t know that you had such a handsome husband before.Just to let you know that he had picked up nova from school all her homework are in her bookbag.Im telling you this because your husband seem to be in a rush.” *delivered 3 seconds ago*

—Your face scrunched up in horrible confusion as you reread the text message.To Be sure that what you read was simply a prank or a lie,but it clearly wasn’t a joke.You started to overthink all the worst things unimaginable.—

{You}-“What do you mean by someone else picked up nova?How did He look like?Was he tall?” *Delivered*

{Ms Apple}-“He was tall and had tattoos on his face which looked very handsome on him and has red eyes but is there a problem with your husband,matter of fact I think I saw him from a video on the media?Would you like me to call the police??” *delivered and read*

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Your eyes slightly saw red,but you quickly calm down.You rubbed your eyes,shaking your head in disbelief that the one man who you wanted nothing to do with,just happen to be irreverent in your life right now.You didnt like the idea of him being your husband;but you didnt want to explain yourself nor have to deal with more problems.So You quickly text back to Ms apples.

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{you}-“Oh no, thanks you for the suggestion but it nothing. Also he isn’t my husband he’s more like my my ex-husband, he like doing stuff without my permission, thanks for sharing this info though and have a great day” * delivered *

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You turn off your phone and went back to work and went to the Manager and told them it an emergency that you need to go home quickly.In which they allowed you to go home since they never once had a problem with you.

Now walking out the front door,and honestly you didn’t have one idea where Sukuna would be at and You were more likely to kill Sukuna than.

”So what your name kiddo?” He asked in a casual voice while keeping his eyes on the road.As he stop at the red light to see the little girl face,as he look at the passenger seat to see her face now turn to him with a big smile.

“Oh!Well my name is Nova (last name) Ryomen!My first names means like brightest Star!But what your name mister?” She says with a wide smile showing all her teeth,Her pink hair perfectly places in pink tails.

Sukuna chuckled at Nova's cheerful demeanor, her bright smile putting a small grin on his own face. He pulled away from the light as it turned green.

"Nova” he repeated, mulling over the name for a moment before responding. "That's a unique name…I like it,kiddo”

‘What a perfect name.Of course she would pick something like that.’He thought to himself.Small pink specs of hair falling down onto his forehead.

He glanced away from the road for a moment to look over at her. "It' nice name Nova it fits well.And the name's Sukuna." He replied to nova. Nova smiles and then pauses to think for a few seconds before saying.

“I know i could’ve sworn l’ve seen you before…Oh my gosh your on that movie that Cole talk about” Nova gasp in shock and excitement,as Sukuna huff a laugh at her reaction.

As they reached to their destination that he promised her to come She wouldn’t go with him if she didn’t get to go to a mall and Sukuna didn’t have the ideal thought of arguing with her.

“We’re here,now Let go” He says as he parks his car,He opens the door and closes his door. And started to walk away from the car.Without looking back.

As he paused and turned around and Looked at the car.He forgot that nova couldn’t even go open the door since she was so small.In which he quickly run back toward the car while cursing himself for forgetting that.

It wasn’t his fault.That he just so used to his assistant being around him when he needs him.Without him having to check behind him to know that his assistant wasn’t there.

He opened the door to see an annoyed look on nova,who to him looked exactly like him when he was young.’She definitely at best five years old about to turn six with a very smart mouth.’

“Jezz Thank for forgetting me�� she snarled with sass.A pout on her lips.He roll his eyes at the sight of her pouting.

He just grab her and carry her effortlessly with ease. Then closing the door and locking his car. ‘Yep definitely has a smart mouth’

Sukuna carried Nova effortlessly in his arms, a slightly amused expression on his face as he responded to her complaints. "Yeah, yeah. Don't give me that look. You're the one who wanted to come here in the first place."

"Besides," he continued as they made their way towards the entrance of the mall, "It's not like I meant to forget about you. I'm just not used to having someone ‘small’ for the ride."He said sarcastically. Nova crossed her tiny arms around her body,as she felt so small in his arms,and the fact that he only needed to one arm to carry her.

“Uh huh,whatever Pinky .”Nova continued as she see multiple stores.”Anyway why do you have tattoos on your face?” She says with a dumb huff trying to appear big,to him it endearing to see.

Sukuna couldn't help but chuckle at Nova's huffing and puffing, finding her attempts to appear big endearing.

"Pinky, huh?You have the same pink hair,You're full of witty nicknames," he teased, rolling his eyes. "And the tattoos," he explained, "They're just a part of who I am. I got them when I was a bit younger and was more reckless with my decisions.”

He didn’t exactly say the truth but not an exact lie about them. He walked into the mall, carrying her past a few different stores, each one catching her eye with their flashy displays and colorful banners.

They continue to walk through the mall and Sukuna immediately regrets not wearing anything to cover his face,as now he see countless people pulling out their phones and recording him and nova.Seeing that the jacket he was wearing wasn’t as effective his identity.

As people started pulling out their phones and recording him, Sukuna couldn't help but silently curse himself for not thinking ahead and covering his face with at least makeup to hide his tattoos. He continued walking, trying to ignore the constant flashes of cameras and phones pointing in their direction.

Nova, on the other hand, looked around with wide-eyed wonder, utterly unbothered by all the attention they were drawing. She was more fascinated by the colorful stores and lively atmosphere of the mall than anything else.

’Omg is that the actor who played from ‘die hard’,-Sukuna ryoman”

‘Oh my goodness he looks ten times hotter in real life then the films,wait but who’s the child??,the girl look like him somehow’

‘wait your right,that girl look so similar,or is it because they both have pink hair’

‘I can’t believe that’s him the same person who played ‘the hitman bodyguard’,God I really want a autograph with him’

‘God the films don’t do justice for him,I love you Sukuna!’

“Wow so many people are taking pictures of us,You sure are Popular” she says with a cheeky grin.He walk towards elevator so one he doesn’t have to deal with the people.

’well if anything I get from this is just more drama,and more attention from the fucking media,then I could fucking deal with’ He mentally groaned at the amount of bullshit this will make.As he feel the elevator starting to rise up.

And he knows it going to take some time before they get out.Since these elevators are so slow.

“Wait isn’t there a Claire’s here,do you know where it is?”Her voice lifted at end to signify the question,as she lay her head on her shoulders allowing her pink tails to tickle his neck.

“No crap” He simply replied to her,as he moved her pink locks away from his neck.He already click the putting onto the third floor.

“nO cRaP” she mimics back to him as little giggle falls out of her mouth.And he just rolls his eyes into the back of his head.“Soo” She began once again.

“Are you really sure that your mama friends,or your one ticket to getting myself grounded ” She explains with her voice becoming lower and more mature at the last words.Sukuna watches nova and ruffles her pink hair completely messing up the hair.Making her squeal.

“She knows me…” he paused,before thinking of a good word to use. “Well”

by what he meant by well,is one breaking her heart and two giving her a child to raise all by herself,and plus not being a good boyfriend at all to begin with but he wasn’t going to say that to a child.

“Okay I’m trusting you here mate,if I get grounded your coming down with me” She turns her head towards him with her eyes widened like she going do a stare contest with him,and then slowly shows her tiny pinky finger and then whisper to him.

“Promise?”

“I promise punk” He says with a seriousness glint in his eyes as he smirks at her childish attitude.As he interlocks his pinky finger with hers.

“ok then! You could put me down now mister! ” She says cheerfully.Sukuna putting her down as gently as possible,well more like just picking her up and then putting her down.

(you) It didn’t take her long enough to find out where they are from media outlets to find a source aka instagram.Where there was video showing proof of them interacting and walking around the mall;is what is says in the captions of the video.

With this in mind,She was able to get a location and found that somewhat the location was far from where she was and she knew that one she could just walk there or just get a Uber which is the obvious option she was choosing.

She already had ordered the Uber and now waiting patiently for the Uber driver to come soon,As you stand by the sidewalk seeing the citizens walk forwards and back to reach whatever destination they have.

As you scroll through instagram to see if they any other videos about the two of them.After 10 minutes or so you got a notification from Uber saying that they have arrived to your location,and with that a beep sound came from the street in front of you.

Walking toward the car with a fake smile on your lips,as the car passengers window rolled down asking if your the who ordered him,and you answered him saying yes and quickly got into the passenger seats.Feeling refreshed from the car Air-conditioning,you sat down right by the door finding a comfortable position.As you slowly calm down,as you could see the time of right now 3:30pm.

The whole car ride was rather more so quiet than so.The driver would tried to encourage you into having a small talk but you weren’t in any good mood to actually talk.

You just stared attentively at the window and watching the buildings pass by.You silently regretted not getting those trackers you saw online before.You wonder how’s your baby girl was doing.Was she even enjoying herself.

both Sukuna and nova were both very much enjoying their day,with so Sukuna and nova were arguing about which Superhero has a better outfit and-

Knowing Sukuna he wouldn’t want to admit defeat to a child at best and with nova the same thing but instead of saying over and over repeatedly like how other kids do.She says ‘you know whatever your too old to know what looks good on people,Spider-Man suit is still better then Batman’.

which Sukuna grunts in annoyance and replies back,‘That fucking outfit is just a mixture of fucked up goodwills donations mix together to make that suit,brat’.

nova look at Sukuna with a your tiny hand sticking the middle finger at him ‘Batman look like he collects black bed sheets from homes to make his suits’ Sukuna just grumble and just stick his middle finger back at him completely unbothered with people around them.Sukuna hiding himself with a hat he brought from a stores.

(You) The car was finally pulling off to a stop.

You glance up to see the mall come into view through your window, with the Uber driver informing you that you had arrived to the destination.You mutter a small 'finally' under your breath as you unclick the seatbelt.

You thank them for everything and walked into the large mall entrance,seeing how there were a bunch of people walking around,and you sigh defeated,It was going to take you some time to find nova.

Advancing inside the mall,hearing a couple of people talking about how their excited to see or meet Sukuna. You swear that if Sukuna went somewhere else you’ll fucking kill him.You walking into the elevator with other people joining as you get out your phone and open instagram to see if any update or anything.But nothing.You exit the elevator when it hit your destination. Which was the final floor of this mall.

You take a deep breath as you come to terms with the fact that you would have to walk around searching for her. After all the mall was pretty big and you were just one person in the middle of a huge crowd. You started walking around through the crowd of people, looking around at every corner of every store and section hoping to see even a glimpse of your daughter. Nothing so far. But you knew not to lose hope.

You probably look like a paranoid person who thinks there are stalkers following them. It doesn’t matter,You turn your eyes at every angle,seeking to see a glimpse of a pink headed girl or a tattooed man.Your lips straight staying still,your eyes hard and sharp.Walking into every store for a little bit while and staring for a few minutes before leaving and walking slowly to look through the hallways for nova or him.

Some people look at you with apologetic looks or confusion stares at you through out the way.You check the whole top floor and nothing.Not a damn pink haired around.You clenched your hand until they become white.You close your eyes and let out a heavy sigh of frustration.

Its going to take you fucking hours before you going to find her.

You can't help but curse under your breath in frustration as you search around.

So many people, yet no sign of your daughter or Sukuna. Hours ticked by as you searched every inch of the mall, your frustration growing with each passing minute.

You start to doubt whether you'll even find them at this rate. The thought of your daughter in danger or scared drives you to keep searching, determined not to give up.

After wandering aimlessly and asking around, your hope was starting to dwindle. Every corner and every shop you checked was the same - no sign of them. You can't help but feel a sense of despair creeping in.

There were just too many places to search and too many people to ask. You tried to stay positive, hoping that they were just somewhere you hadn't looked yet, but deep down, you knew the truth: they might be gone, gone elsewhere.

You felt too frustrated to even think about another place to go or even go on your phone to open instagram. You open your phone went through your messages to check your recent message, but you recall these messages from his employees or whoever so call.

After scrolling through the most latest blocked number with the same message to find that stupid phone number that has been messaging you constantly and just figured to just ring a call.Hoping that whoever on the line will answer. Tapping your foot on the ground as people walk past you,or bumped into you and saying sorry or don’t you didn’t care at the moment.As you hear that beep beep beep sound frustrating you with your patience after a few minutes,It finally answered.

Your breath let out a breathe that seemed like your body needed it.You cup your phone into your ear,hearing a sound through the phone.

“hello?” You announced,while walking towards a place in the mall where it was silent enough for you to hear the other side clearly.

No one answer in the other line,making you think that maybe that this idea was hopeless and stupid.

“hello..?” You answered again.And that time you heard someone on the other line speak.

“hello” Uraume said with professionalism. “I’m completely sorry for leaving you on the line like that,Ms.(____)” They said with a gently and steady voice.They knew your name and it should have bothered you but As a mother it your kid that comes first. “Listen here,You and your fuck ass boss took my daughter out without my god damn permission and listen I won’t tell anyone about this or report you guys but just give me my daughter back,and tell Sukuna-“ You breathe out and breathe in as you continue on.

“-that what his ass is doing ISNT doing anything but getting on my nerves and anger issues” You said with a sort of a desperate tone but fully lanced with anger and frustration spilling out of your body.

The end of the other line,whoever it was held the phone up to the ear and grunted and then heavy sigh followed by a mutter ‘Oh my goodness,fucking ryoman’ it made you slightly less angry.

“Um yes Ms.(___) I’ll tell him that myself and I’ll tell him that You would love to see your daughter back,I’ll hope you have a great day Ms.(___)”Uraume replied with a calmy voice that made your worry sort of disappeared for the moment. “Okay then please send me an update about her please” You said with your word being final word,as uraume hummed in response as you ended the call.You turned off your phone.

You put your phone back in your pocket, feeling an immense sense of relief that you were in contact with someone who knew where your daughter was.

Uraume's calm demeanor had helped to alleviate some of your worries for now, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you wouldn't feel truly at ease until you had Nova back safely.

You decided to take a moment to sit down and collect your thoughts, feeling slightly better knowing that they were aware that you wanted your daughter back.

Meanwhile you were that the mall,Sukuna and nova were in his car driving to an arcade after having brought nova multiple items at different stores. Sukuna could feel a headache coming as Nova played her music blast through his car's speakers. He had tried multiple times to turn it off, only for her to turn it back on again. He had begrudgingly given up, resigned to listening to Taylor Swift for the whole car ride.

Nova, meanwhile, was having the time of her life. She was happily singing and bopping her head along to the music, completely oblivious to Sukuna's mounting annoyance. She was thrilled to be playing her music in his car, even if it did annoy him.

Sukuna extended his right hand to turn off the speaker and quickly began talking.

“How about we listen to something with real value instead of this bull crap” He said without nova permission and just grab his phone back from nova laps and then go to his Spotify playlist and play on something that doesn’t have a lot of curses or sexual themes in it,which was bit difficult but he decided on ‘Ms.Jackson’ by OutKast.

As nova turned her head towards him with a pout,Her tiny hands trying to turn off the speaker. “Why would you turn of-“Sukuna hush her and as the music started to began playing making nova scoff out loud,rolling her eyes as she sit down and actually listen to it.

After a few seconds he glances at her to see her bobbing her head repeatedly,that sight makes him bluff with a sly smirk going on place of his lips. As he driving smoothly and stop at the red light,and singing to it.As nova tried her best to company him with singing the lyrics.But right before it started the ‘sorry,Ms.jackson’ part his phone rang off. His had two phones one for his work and the other for him,The one that rang was his work one.

He sighed in frustration as his phone rang, interrupting him and Nova's singing. He picked up the phone and saw that it was Uraume calling.

"Yeah?" he answered, his tone being his usual stern voice but lanced with a mix of annoyance and irritation.

They sighed over the phone as they heard the music playing in the background of car,and if they focus on the background a little more then they could hear nova little child like voice singing.

“The lady you requested me to text everyday has called me about five minutes ago asking you to bring back her daughter and if you like to hear our conversation then I already sended it to you sir” Uraume said professionally and steady.Sometimes making him hate how calm they were when stuff happens.

He immediately ended the call and started listening to the voice-mail. He could feel his lips turning up in a sly smirk as he heard the your voice on the other side of the phone. The way he knew that this wasnt the best idea of getting you to a agree on the deal.Huffing out a laugh,at least he got to meet his daughter even though he knew that she wouldn’t know that his is her father.

He quickly type back to uraume,sending them the address of the arcade his was going and continue the drive to the arcade with nova hearing or bopping her head down at his music playlist.Having at time to skip it the song cuz one he does not want to explain anything about sexual or anything to a child.

Sukuna finally arrived at the arcade and went to the parking lot and found a parking spot.

Nova notice how Mr pinky hair was rather more quiet and dazing off,after talking with someone on his phone and his face was looking like Batman face when he goes to fight bad guys.

But quickly forgot when she saw the arcade entrance before they got to the parking lot.

He got out of the car and walked around to the other side to open Nova’s for her. Sukuna leaned on the car watching her eyes widen and fill with excitement as she saw the arcade.

He smiled at her reaction before it quickly vanished and his usual stone cold look settled back on his face. He took her hand in his and walked into the arcade, watching her eyes brighten even more as the sound of loud kids and arcade machines filled the air.

Now advanced into the arcade store glancing at the bright colorful that were accompany by multiple music sounds.Nova jumping up and down with excitement as she babbles about how badly she wanted to come here. As Sukuna scoff out in a playful sigh. Here a comes a very Fun time to let out his stress. He gonna break a game for robbing his money off and his would be very stubborn to let it get in his way.

(You) Instead of waiting inside of a damn mall having to deal with a company of hundreds people around,you decide to go out of their and see that the sky was now turning into it fucking orangey glow.Frustrated enough that you unconsciously started to clutching down on your hands and knees tapping furiously on the ground.

You were constantly checking your phone and to waste time while your out of the mall you would walk back from one point to another point.Walking through the sidewalks passing people.

You were gawking the gound you walked,glaring at it as if it was the cause of making you anger.

You really missed your baby,god she made you feel so good about yourself,that you well a good mother.All you wanted to do was hug her and pull her into a bear hug.Seeing her little birth marks that was under her eyes bags.

She was your little alarm clock in the weekends when all you want to do is sleep.But seeing her big (your color choice) widened up with such an amazing well trained puppy eyes that you can’t resist saying ‘no’,no matter how hard you try.

And her beautiful giggles that would definitely make your heart melt from all this anxiety and frustration off you. No-one told you told that taking care of a child is as exhausting as it is rewarding to do.

You finally understood the feeling of those mother that overwhelmed their child safety.Because right now you were worrying about what the heck is Sukuna teaching her or talking to her about.It better not be about sex or how many times he had a night stand he having or even how many drinks he may of have whatever may be the case.God! It was 5:00 clock on the dot on your phone.Your phone was about to died,it was on 24% and your shoulder slightly down as you see an unknown message texted you right on 5:01 on the dot. As you quickly opened your phone standing in the middle of the Side walk not giving a damn shit about the people who were as tried as you and just want to go home. You press on the text message to see that they really did update you on them…very fucking slowly but surely at least they didn’t left you open handed.The only reason you called these people was because you had already removed Sukuna phone number from your phone and other apps.

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****-‘ This is the phone number that you recently gave a call to.I have received information from his sir that there at this location xxxxx.If you’ll like me to pick you up,then please send me your address and I’ll try to get third at a approximately 10 or 5 minutes later.Thanks for waiting patiently Ms (___)’. *Delivered 3 seconds ago.* and read*

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You didn’t have the time nor the energy to wait for an extra minute for them to pick you up,and so you just copy the location of where nova was.And went on Uber and didn’t even look at the price of the damn thing and quickly ordered the car to their location.

He continued walking through the arcade, with an amused smirk on his lips as he noticed a few people occasionally glancing his way as they passed by. Some gasping as they take another look at him,since he was wearing a cap finding some what of his face features.

Nova was still excitedly babbling away about various things, her grip on his hand tight and unwavering. Despite the loud and chaotic environment of the arcade, Sukuna's attention was focused solely on the small girl next to him.

In the arcade Sukuna was quietly watching Nova run around and check out the various games, occasionally glancing up at the clock on the wall.While paying attention to nova speeches.

It was around 7pm and he knew you should be here by now but he couldn't help but wonder what would you say to him,maybe yell at him like the last time.He was so used to your old kind self,then your now self but people change.He shake his thought and focus on nova.

Nova had been having the time of her life, giggling and squealing as they played arcade games together, and Sukuna found himself slighty smiling as he watched her.

There was a small part of him that was curious about whether or not you’ll actually agree with the deal.His mouth just let out a scoff as he was reminded of the voice call with his assistant.

Yea no.

As Sukuna was lost in thought, Nova called out to him and tugged on his sleeve. "Mr pinky hair, can I play that game too?" she asked, pointing at a game that was clearly for teenagers and above. Sukuna glanced down at her and raised an eyebrow, not sure if he should let her play.

"That one's for older kids," he replied, shaking his head. "You're not old enough to play games like that."

Nova pouted and with her eyes furrowed down. "But I want to play too! It looks fun!"

Sukuna chuckled at her eagerness Rolling his eyes at her. "Trust me, you don't want to play that game. It's not as fun as it looks."

Nova frowned, crossing her arms in annoyance. "How do you know? Have you played it?" she challenged.

Sukuna huff out in bluffs.. "Maybe I have. And trust me, you're not missing out on anything. It's just a bunch of buttons flashing on a screen."

Nova blows raspberry before talking again. He look at her with a big old eye roll,he hates kids,yet here he is with a cap on covering his tattooed face and in a arcade with his own daughter who has no clue that he was her father.

“Ughh,fine but can I do that one,please” Nova added as she points her finger out onto a dance floor machine with the foot pads show arrows on them with colorful patterns

Sukuna scoff and nods,that makes nova smile radiating and runs towards over there.’She gonna get tired from all of this’ muttered sukuna.

Walking right behind nova quickly from his legs taking long steps.

Sukuna couldn't help but laugh as Nova clumsily tripped over her own feet only to quickly recover and keep going.

"Jezz kiddo if I hadn’t thought that you were going to trip for a second I would’ve died laughing rightfully at you face planting in the ground" he tease his voice lance with a mixture of sarcasm,following closely behind her.

"You're going to hurt your precious little mama face she worked so hard to give you if you keep stumbling around like that."

Nova just stuck her tongue out at him. "I'm fine, I'm fine.Pinky Batman,and plus mommy will always love me even if I get hurt. .I just got excited!," she shouts over her shoulder;her focus now completely on the dance game. He rolled his eyes as he stood back and watched her figure out the controls.

The dance game machine lit up with flashing lights as Nova selected a song and the music started playing.

She hesitantly stepped onto the platform and pressed the start button. She began to move her feet on the various arrow pads.

Sukuna watched her as she stumbled and hopped around, trying to follow the instructions.

He suppressed a laugh at her uncoordinated movements, but couldn’t help but find her determination a bit charming.

Nova’s movements were clumsy, but she was clearly enjoying herself.

She stumbled and laughed as she accidentally missed some of the steps, but she kept going, determined to finish the song.

Meanwhile, Sukuna stood to the side, shaking his head slightly at her antics, but also finding himself oddly endeared by her enthusiasm.

He can almost see your smile in nova eyes.That was a definite one.If there was anything that your genes fought against his was the color of your eyes;everything else gotten his.

But he can only remember the looks of sadness when you cross his mind.Only moment that was stuck in his head was the last time he saw you.

It made him sighs and pissed at himself.Now really thinking. He probably going to be seeing an angry side of you.

But that for later.

Nova jumps in excitement and exhaustion to finally to beat the dancing game.She turned around to look at Sukuna with happiness and pride,while panting And sweat drip down her face.As she points at the score board lighting the colorful light on her face.

“Look Pink Hair!! See!! I did it! I beat The game!!” Nova yelled out loudly with enthusiasm,Walking with a hop in her steps.

Sukuna Scoffed out a simple chuckle.A smile appear on his lips but quickly disappeared from his face.

“Amazing Stuff out there kiddo” He responded with Light voice instead of his usual cold tone.

Nova is now standing infront of him with a radiant smile,like the one in the dream.As he watches her rise her hand up high,making him slightly puzzled by her actions.

She looks at him with a smile that was now turning looking at him with confusion.”What taking you so long to give me a High five” She said a little judgmental.

Making Sukuna feel stupid not knowing.

“Woah your old,pink hair”Nova spoke out her mind. “Shut it punk” Sukuna replied as he gave her the high five back to her.

Nova just laughs in loud cheers.Sukuna rubs his temples in annoyance,but not as much.

“Pinky hair can we try more games!” Nova joyful smiled at him. And now sukuna dont know if this is a sign of her being tried,but just from the look at nova; she seem more enthusiastic and energetic than coming here.

sukuna looked at the time and his work phone. It was rounding 9pm ‘i just need to get nova tired enough so we can go,or wait for you. .It wouldnt take too long.mhm’ sukuna told to himself.As he sigh and shrugged off.

“…sure why not kiddo” nova screamed as she runs off to another game. Sukuna following right after her easily.

(you)

You were this close to jumping into the driver’s seat just to make the damn car move faster than the snail pace this ancient excuse for a driver was maintaining.

You gritted your teeth as the car came to a complete stop—again—for what had to be the fiftieth time. The light was green, green, but he still stopped to let people cross the street like it was his personal mission to waste your time!!!

You dragged your hands down your face with a loud, frustrated sigh.

“Oh my God,” you muttered, low and deadly. “This old man has to hold a world record for slowest Fucking driver alive.”

Your patience had worn out about thirty minutes ago, and your body felt like it was vibrating with exhaustion and frustration.

Maybe you should’ve said yea to when the old man said if you wanted to head a story but no You were tired.

Not just physically—deeply, emotionally drained. And what was supposed to be a two-hour ride had become a test from hell because now, the sun was gone. The sky had dipped into night, and the soft orange hues had faded into a dark indigo canvas.

The headlights flashed across the road, but this man still couldn’t go over 20 mph. You clenched your fists so hard your knuckles ached. Your teeth were on the edge of turning to powder from grinding so hard.

You should’ve checked the ride details. If you had seen he was pushing eighty, you would’ve canceled the second it confirmed.

The map said you were ten minutes away. But it felt like you were stuck in an endless loop.

Your mind drifted back to Nova. Your baby. The only reason you didn’t cancel this entire trip and lock yourself inside your apartment for the weekend.

And then—finally.

The lights of the arcade cut through the darkness like a beacon.

“Thank God.” You exhaled, pushing the door open before the car even fully stopped.

The building was still lit up, flashing with neon pinks and electric blues, standing out in the quiet, dark street. You could hear faint sounds of machines and laughter leaking from inside.

As you approached the doors, you spotted a teenager with black hair peeking through the glass. You barely registered them. Your eyes, your mind, your everything was laser-focused on one goal: get in, get Nova, and leave.

You pushed the door open and walked into a rush of noise and color. Lights bounced off the walls. The chaotic melody of buttons, clinks, and muffled cheers filled your ears—but none of that mattered.

The constant loud trends of music filling each surface.

What hit you harder than the atmosphere was the anxiety.

It spread in your chest, like smoke curling into your lungs.

You’re fine, you told yourself.

But your body knew better. Your heart knew better.

Your mind, however, it didn’t stay quiet.

I’m scared of him… Five years have passed, and I still can’t forget how he left me. I don’t want to face him—

“No. Stop it. I’m here for Nova. Just Nova,” you hissed under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose until your eyes burned.

You wandered through the first floor, weaving between kids and teens, searching for pink hair, that familiar birthmark—your girl.

After climbing the stairs and navigating a few tight arcade aisles, you heard it.

A laugh. Light and bubbly.

You froze. The sound pulled something out of you. Something fragile.

There she was.

Nova, pink hair bouncing, cheeks flushed, giggling uncontrollably.

And beside her… Him.

Black hat pulled low. Hood up. Sunglasses despite being inside. He could’ve been a stranger—except you knew. Instantly.

Your feet stopped working. Your throat went dry. Your heart twisted painfully in your chest.

Because right there, in front of you, was a future your younger self would’ve died for.

“Please don’t l-leave me,” your past self had begged once. “P-please…”

And he’d looked you dead in the eyes. Crimson red, cold as winter. Yet a color like those shouldve have been warm enough to melt someone yet it did was hurt you.

“I think it’s better if we break up.”

Just like that. He let go of your hand, turned his back, and walked away like it cost him nothing.

That memory struck like lightning.

Your heart pounded in your chest, echoing in your ears. Your jaw tightened as the storm built inside you. You squeezed your eyes shut and whispered inside your mind:

No. I’m not that girl anymore. I’m stronger. I have to be. He doesn’t deserve us. He never did.

You opened your eyes—just in time to see Nova spot you.

Her whole face lit up like the arcade lights had nothing on her.

“MOMMY!”

She ran, full speed. You barely got to your knees before she crashed into you.

The breath left your lungs. Her tiny arms wrapped around you like she was trying to hold the whole world.

You hugged her tighter, tighter than you meant to, but she didn’t complain. You could feel the sweat on her skin, the warmth of her body, and none of it mattered because—God—you missed her.

She was your light. The only reason you made it through. The only reason you kept going.

You were lost in thought,just enjoying the moment with nova.Until,you heard nova voice with excitement,as she remove herself politely from your embrace.

Her smile never flatter while she speaks in a cheerful tone. Making your lips rise up in a soft smile;listening to what nova has to say.

Nova pulled back slightly, still smiling wide. “Oh! Mommy—I forgot to tell you! That mister said he knows you! Isn’t that amazing?!”

Your heart sank.

You didn’t have to look to know who she was pointing at.

You did anyway.

He was staring at you.

Expression unreadable. Eyes locked in. That same red stare that once saw right through you.

The lights cast him in a surreal glow, and for a moment, the world felt heavy. Like gravity was pulling harder between you two.His crimson eyes glow in darkness,as his face shine in the rainbow lighting room. Perfectly laying on top of his well structured face.His stern expression eyes set on your face.

Your spine tensed. Your jaw locked.

You ripped your gaze from him and looked down at Nova. Forced a smile onto your face.

You didnt want to sound like a bitch and say ‘yea that man is fucking the father that left you and me for five years’ or ‘That man; nova is the what you call a dickhead and a good for nothing heartbreaker.’

But of course that would not be the word you’ll say in front of a child and so you grumble.

“Yeah… Mister and I go… way back,” you said, voice wobbling near the end.

You didn’t mean to make “Mister” sound like a threat, but it came out that way anyway.

Nova, clueless and happy, giggled.

The silence that followed between you and Sukuna felt suffocating. He was still staring. You could feel it. The way he always did��like he was trying to see your soul.

He finally looked away.

‘What was i thinking that she’ll agree to the idea’. His mind spoke.

He exhaled sharply, expression tight. His eyes said nothing. But something beneath them—regret?—flickered.

Sukuna cant helped but sigh and turned around,his back facing them as walking down the hallway towards the exit.

Seeing you was already making himself feel more like shit, the tried expression on your face, eyes filled with eyesbags, hair messy and sweat already buliding up.

You definitely have changed from all those years ago.

You watched him disappear, hoodie up, hat low. But you couldn’t look away.

Even as Nova talked beside you, telling you what they played, what she ate—you couldn’t stop staring after him.

you couldn’t help but click your tongue.

‘Old habits die hard,i guess- i can’t belive he wanted me to use him?’

You sigh in disbelief. Your jaw clenched with hidden anger.

But while you were looking at him,you didn’t notice that nova noticed how you werent looking at her nor focused on what she was saying but instead your eyes were staring at him.

“Nova!” you shouted, running after her. “What are you doing?!”

You caught sight of her as she reached him—just before he stepped down the stairs to the first floor. She yanked on his jacket.

“Mister! Why are you leaving us?!”

Her voice cracked. Confusion, hurt. That childlike honesty hit harder than any scream.

Sukuna froze.

His shoulders tensed. For a second, he didn’t move. Just breathed. Slow. Heavy.He shouldn’t feel like this,but his teeth grind against as he remembered how he used to act helpless when he was a child.

Breathing to calm himself down,before he made another mistake.

He’d always shut down when things got hard. Even back then.

But Nova pulled again, harder this time.

And he turned.

His crimson eyes looked down at her—this little girl with his blood and your soul. Full of fire, full of love.

“Pinky hair!!” she huffed, stomping a tiny foot. “You didn’t even say hi to Mommy! MEANIE!”

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, raspy and soft. He ruffled her hair.

“Ah—my bad. I forgot,” he said, voice low. “Since your mom’s here, I’ll send the stuff later.”

Your breath caught.

In that moment, you saw it. All of it.

How much she looked like him. The laugh. The stubborn glint in her eye.

And how she glowed. Like he brought a part of her to life you hadn’t seen in a long time.

He wasn’t done.

“Besides,” he added, flashing a small smirk. “Now I don’t gotta worry about your clumsy ass getting hurt—with your mom here to babysit.”

Nova rolled her eyes so hard you nearly laughed. Then she raised her hand, signaling for him to bend down.

You stood still, trying to form words—any words. But nothing came.

Sukuna bent down, his face now level with Nova's, and he listened to her as she whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but notice your expression as he did so, his eyes locking onto yours. Your

The expression on your face was clear. You were still in shock from the events that just went down, and his playful banter with Nova did nothing to help the tension in your chest.

‘That wasnt the cold hearted man from before—not the man that destroyed you like you were an ant— because right there was something new’ Your mind banter with your thoughts.

His eyes met yours, and in that moment, you could see him studying your reaction, the way your heart was hammering in your chest. Nova whispered something in his ear, and he turned back to her, ruffling her hair once more.

As she giggled and swatted his hand away, he stood back up to his full height, his gaze falling back on you once more.

Then he stood, taller than you remembered.

His eyes lingered on yours.

You looked away.

“Nov—” you started.

“Mommy,” she cut you off quickly. “Can I see him again? Please? And again and again and again?”

Her voice was sweet, high with hope. It made your heart wince.

The one thing you didn’t want to deal with. Not now.

But it was late. And Uber would take forever. And the streets after dark?

Nova wrapped around your leg again.

“Please, Mommy…” she whined, voice barely a whisper.

Her eyes did that thing. That wide-eyed, chubby-cheek, heart-melting thing.You remember of how much joy she had in her eyes when you saw her. Something that you wanted to give her. A childhood she deserves—a chance. . .

And in your head, his words echoed again—

“Use me, then.”

You looked down at her. Then back at him.

And thought.

Should I? …Should I accept that offer to use him?

Nova kept tugging at your sleeve, eyes wide with innocent excitement. She had no idea what she was asking. No idea what it meant for you to say yes.

To let him in. Again.

To let him near the little girl who carried your heart in her tiny hands.

But she was looking at you like you held the universe. Like you could make everything okay with just one word.

And Sukuna?

He wasn’t pushing. He wasn’t smirking like the cocky bastard he used to be.

No. He was waiting.

A quiet patience in his red eyes. Like he knew what this meant for you.

Like, for once, he wouldn’t push you.

Your breath trembled as you exhaled.

You hated him.

You loved Nova.

And maybe, just maybe, you were tired of carrying everything alone.

So you swallowed, looked him dead in the eye, and spoke.

“…Fine.”

As she look at nova but more importantly at sukuna knowing he understands the underlying of her words.

It was quiet. Firm.

A promise.

You stared at him. He stared back.

Neither of you blinked.

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justmeinadaze · 2 days ago

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Hi darling.🥰 if you open for request, can you do blurb or short OneShot. I really want to comfort by Eddie 🥺

I always so scared to ask any questions to my abusive father, everytime I asked and he so easily pissed off, yelling at me, he never hit me, just words hurt. So I stop ask any men, it scared me. Wondering if reader scared to ask Eddie too, to think if he’s the same as the father.

Thanks so much ❤️

A/N: I gotchu, angel. ;) I hope you like it!

Warnings: Brief mentions of verbal abuse (as mentioned above in the request), the lightest of the light smut (like 2 sentences), Just Eddie being Eddie <3

You never realize how many questions one asks in a relationship until you’re too afraid to ask them.

What’s your favorite movie? What’s your favorite color? Do you get along with your parents? How did you and your best friend meet?

Hell, even a simple “How are you today?”, can cause that anxiety to bubble up when you grew up in an abusive household. Any question was met with hostility and you carried that with you into your adulthood. Many relationships had come and gone because either your partner couldn’t understand or just thought you genuinely didn’t care because you didn’t probe too hard into their life.

Eddie was different.

When you met Eddie Munson, you liked him right away especially with his outgoing charismatic personality. Oddly enough, for a while, you never had to ask any questions because any information about him he spilled willingly like word vomit as he bounced from topic to topic.

The metalhead didn’t even notice you never asked questions until Steve absently pointed it out one day.

“Have you told her about your dad yet? I know some girls in your past had an opinion about that.”

“Um, no I haven’t and come to think of it…I don’t think she’s actually asked about my parents.”

Teachers always said he struggled to pay attention but that wasn’t true. Eddie paid attention when he cared about something and he definitely cared about you.

He began watching you when you spoke with your friends. Any question you had, even if it was about a boy directly in front of you, you would ask your friend instead.

“You two are so cute together. How did you meet? He got you that necklace. I love it! Do you know where he got it from? I know Jack’s birthday is coming up, what kind of food does he like?”

It was incredibly subtle and could be glossed over by any casual observer but then he noticed you did it when he took you out on dates. If you had a male server at the restaurant, your eyes would remain downcast as you mumbled what you wanted.

“Baby, I thought you didn’t like tomatoes? Can you remove those from her sandwich please?”

“Oh yeah! Of course, not a problem!”

He even tested you once, purchasing tickets to a concert without telling you who you were going to see.

“Alright, sweetheart, Friday night, 9pm, best concert ever!”

“Oh my God that sounds amazing!”, you giggle as you run to give him a hug.

“Wait, wait, don’t you want to know who we’re going to see?”

“I imagine any tickets you got have awesome bands on stage. I trust you, Eddie.”

It began to bother him but not in the same way it did your exes in the past. He believed you trusted him but trust and communication were two different things. He didn’t want you to just do something because he wanted to or for you to be uncomfortable just to please him.

As some time passed, he began to pick up on your little tells; little quarks that told him you had something to ask but were too afraid to do so.

One day while the two of you were hanging out in his room, he noticed your eyes roam the journal he had been sketching campaigns in as your eyebrows furrowed but when he turned to look at you all you did was softly smile.

He blinked as he silently counted to five as his eyes searched your features before smiling back.

“I’m, um, working on this campaign for D&D and I don’t know what paths I should use to kick Dustin’s ass.”, Eddie jokes as you laugh. “What do you think, honey? Do you know anything about Dungeons and Dragons?”

“I know you’re a master at it.”

“That’s for damn sure.”, he grins as he scoots closer to you. “In Dungeons and Dragons, you have to…”

Eddie spent hours explaining the game and breaking down his plans as he watched your eyes light up with wonder.

During a double date with Steve and Nancy, they suggested going to lover’s lake for a nightly swim and a low hum only the metalhead heard had him whispering if you were sure that was something you wanted to do.

When you confirmed and they got to their destination both his friends jumped in without hesitation as he watched you from behind. You removed your clothes sans bra and panties without even pausing but it wasn’t until you got to the edge of the water that you stopped.

“Are you alright? Afraid of the lake?”

“No, um, no…I just I don’t know how to swim.”

“Oh, well that’s ok, baby because you’re looking at a swim champ. Way better than Harrington.”

“LIAR!”, Steve shouts, all four of you laughing when Eddie twists his arm to flip him off.

Those beautiful chocolate eyes take in the way your gaze shifts into the void as you hug your arms around your frame.

He silently counts.

“Would you like me to teach you how to swim?” Your eyes light up as relief floods your face and you run into his arms. “I gotcha, Y/N.”

Now, intimacy was something he wanted to be extra careful with. Your tells were different in the bedroom but he caught on quick. The way your body and even breath responded to him changed when you were vocal.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good.”, he mewled as your nails dug into his back.

When all you did was nod and kiss his cheek, his lifted his head from beside yours and his pace slowed. His eyes searched again till he found the silent question within them.

Eddie counted down in his head.

“Do you want to be on top? Ride my dick till you cum?”

You bit your bottom lip as you giggle and he kept his arms wrapped tightly around you as he spun you both around. You kissed him with passion as your hips took over and your moans echoed through the empty trailer.

The first time he ever heard you ask him something, he felt bad because he was so in his head, he didn’t even notice at first. The manager at the music store downtown had kicked him out insisting he stole something and embarrassing him in front of you.

“Fuck you! I’m nothing like my dad!”, he shouted, stomping to open the passenger side door for you before climbing into his side and speeding down the road. “This town will never fucking see me as anyone other than Al Munson’s son.”, he growled.

“What…what did he do?”

“What didn’t he do, ya know? Asshole was a scammer, gambler, thief…you name it, he did it. I don’t know what my mom ever saw in—”

Eddie paused as his face scrunched in thought and he gradually pulled his van to the side of the road so he could turn to face you.

“You just asked me something.”

“I’m sorry.”, you whimper as your body begins to fold into itself but his palm on your thigh makes you freeze.

“There’s never a reason to be sorry for that, sweetheart. Oh my God, I’m so happy.”, he coos as he cups your cheeks and kisses your lips. “You can ask me anything, Y/N.”

That night you explained everything to him and he listened with open ears. From that point forward, questions flowed a bit easier and he loved every single one of them especially the playful ones.

“Do you still like me, Eddie Munson?”, you beam up at with a wide smile as your arms hug him underneath his leather jacket.

“Pfft, no.”, he teases as he tilts down to kiss you. “I love you.”

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ashthesalamipiece · 13 hours ago

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Can you make a fanfic that Reader is married to Bakugo and that she's pregnant. And that bakugo's parents are going to sleep over for the past next days due to the due date being so close. Bit midway the dinner, her water breaks. Or that in the middle of the night she gets up to get a glass of water because she's thirsty, and Mitsuki walks down a bit after her. And scares Reader, making her drop the glass of water to the ground. And it makes it look like her water broke, but it didn't. And then like 2 minutes after the rest of them come downstairs due to the noise, and think that her water broke, but Mitsuki reassures them that reader just dropped a glass of water, But then Just as she says "Water" Reader's water actually breaks.

Water, Water Everywhere

It was a peaceful evening at the Bakugo household. The warm glow of the kitchen lights illuminated the room where Bakugo and his wife, the reader, sat with his parents. The two had invited Mitsuki and Masaru over for the night—mostly because the due date for their first child was fast approaching. Bakugo wasn’t exactly the warm and fuzzy type, but he was fiercely protective of his wife and wanted to ensure she had all the support she could get, even if it meant tolerating his parents' presence for a few days.

Reader was sitting comfortably beside Bakugo, resting her hand on her growing belly. The baby kicked gently as she absentmindedly traced circles on her bump. She couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed; the due date was coming closer and closer, and it seemed like everyone around her was holding their breath in anticipation.

“Do you need anything, sweetie?” Mitsuki’s voice cut through the air like the comforting warmth of tea. She was a little too excited about the upcoming birth.

“I’m good, just a little tired.” Reader smiled at her, the exhaustion clear in her eyes but her tone light.

Mitsuki’s eyes softened with sympathy, but she quickly pulled out a bottle of water from the fridge and set it down in front of Reader. “Stay hydrated, my dear. It’s important.”

"Yeah, don't make me worry," Bakugo grumbled from his seat across from them. "I swear, if anything happens to you, I’ll—"

“Don’t finish that sentence, Katsuki,” Mitsuki interrupted, rolling her eyes as she gently swatted her son’s arm.

They all chuckled, and the evening continued on, filled with lighthearted conversations and the gentle clink of plates and silverware. But as the night wore on, Reader's fatigue began to catch up with her. She stood up slowly, excusing herself as she made her way toward the kitchen. She was parched. The baby was pressing against her stomach in a way that made her feel like she couldn’t drink enough water.

She quietly filled a glass and took a long sip, leaning against the counter for a moment as she tried to steady herself. Her body was heavy, and the baby’s movements felt more intense than usual. Just as she was about to turn around, she heard soft footsteps coming from behind her.

Startled, she spun around, the glass of water slipping from her hand and shattering on the floor.

"Ah!" she yelped, hands flying to her mouth in surprise.

Mitsuki, who had entered the kitchen right behind her, blinked in confusion. She hadn’t expected to see her daughter-in-law quite so jumpy. “Sweetheart? Are you alright?”

The crash had been loud enough to stir everyone else upstairs, and within moments, Bakugo and his father appeared at the doorway of the kitchen.

“What the hell was that noise?” Bakugo growled, his voice sharp and full of concern. His eyes landed on the glass shards and the spilled water, and his posture immediately tensed. “Did… did your water break?”

Reader froze, her hand still clutching her chest as she stared at the mess on the floor. “I… I don’t think so. It’s just water.”

“No, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just—” Masaru started, but Mitsuki held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Calm down,” she said, her voice reassuring but firm. “She just dropped the glass. Nothing to worry about. Right, dear?”

Reader nodded, though a small part of her felt a tiny pang of doubt. Had she actually felt something else? Was it possible?

But as Mitsuki opened her mouth to finish her explanation, Reader’s body tensed up again, and the unmistakable warmth of amniotic fluid began to trickle down her legs.

Mitsuki’s eyes widened in realization. “Oh my god… Did you just—?”

Before anyone could react, Bakugo’s eyes snapped to his wife’s face, then quickly down to her legs. His expression was a mixture of panic and disbelief. “You—your water just broke!” His voice cracked slightly, and it was the first time she’d ever heard him sound genuinely concerned.

“I... I think it did,” Reader said with a shaky breath, her voice betraying her calm exterior.

“Okay, okay,” Mitsuki said, suddenly all business. “Don’t panic. We need to get you to the hospital. Right now.”

Bakugo immediately rushed to his wife’s side, lifting her into his arms with ease. His usual tough exterior was momentarily cracked as he whispered against her ear, “I’m right here. You’re okay.”

Masaru, who was just trying to keep up with the situation, turned to his wife, looking both panicked and impressed. “This is really happening, huh?”

Mitsuki chuckled softly. “Don’t just stand there, Masaru! Get the bags ready, we’re going to be grandparents soon!”

As the chaos unfolded, Reader couldn’t help but laugh quietly. “Well… I guess we don’t need a dramatic entrance after all.”

And with that, Bakugo rushed his wife toward the door, eager to finally meet their baby—though he was pretty sure he was going to need a lot of coffee to survive the night.

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lesmiix · 3 days ago

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headcanon of how hyunju would react to readers ex not leaving her alone? 🙏

HEADCANON: Ex.

Cho Hyun-ju x fem!reader.

Summary: You broke up with your ex a little over 2 years now, and he has never gave you any problems, but now that he knows you're dating someone, he's not leaving you alone Warnings: None. a/n: We love a jealous and protective girlfriend 😻

💜HYUN-JU REQUESTS ARE TEMPORARILY CLOSED!💜

At first you would try to hide from Hyun-ju that you're rcieving messages. Not because you didn't want her to know, but because you were afraid of her misunderstanding the situation.

And you thought your ex would give up at some point, but he didn't.

He bombared you with messages every single day, didn't matter how many times you asked him to stop. He insisted.

So, after a couple weeks, you went on a walk with your girlfriend, when you got another message.

Your eyebrows furrowed at frustration. When Hyun-ju asked you if everything was okay, you decided to tell her what has been happening for the last 2 weeks.

"He has been sending me messages for a while now, and it doesn't matter how many times I tel him to fuck off, he just keeps texting me. I even tried on blicking him, but he just keeps creating new accounts to try to keep in contact and he everytime I'm shopping or anything I always find him and tries talking to me... I don't know what else I can do anymore."

She undestands your frustration and she doesnt take it in a bad way at all. So she just nods and tells you that everything is gonna be alright, with a little kiss on your forehead.

If she ever sees a message before you, while you're showering, she'd answer him with a single, simple text.

"Hello, I'm y/n's girlfriend, and I assure you she wants to know absolutely nothing about you, so please leave her alone."

And block him afterwards, hoping he would give up.

Spoiler: He doesn't.

You'd find him next week while you were in the mall, with Hyun-ju, which he didn't expect.

He didn't see her right away, as she was waiting for you in a bench as you ordered both of you some bubble tea.

"I pay for it" You recognized the voice immediately. He approached you and paid for your order putting his hand on your hip.

He had the audacity to touch you and Hyun-ju's blood was boiling. She was up in a heartbeat.

You tried to pull away, stepping back as you tried to get rid of his contact. But he pulled you closer.

And that was all it took.

"Hey" The sound of her voice made him freeze. He was not expecting anyone, he was not expecting her. Not the tall woman (who was taller than him), with sharp eyes, arms crossed over her chest.

She didn't looke mad, but calm, which was in some way even worse.

"I’m only going to say this once. Leave her alone. If I hear from her that you’ve contacted her again, we’ll have a problem. And trust me, you don’t want to see what that looks like."

It’s not a threat. It’s a promise.

Afterwards he would just look at her up and down, trying to act as if she didn't just destroy his whole ego. And left.

Your girl would be really soft to you after all that scene.

Of course she would remind you that none of that is your fault, that she's proud on how you dealed with things and that she's not gonna let anybody to mess up with you that way.

So, at the end, you'd just laugh while you enjoyed your free drinks.

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archivegyu · 7 hours ago

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timing has never been our thing

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

The practice room lights had long since dimmed to that late-night fluorescent glow that made everything feel slightly unreal. Seungcheol rolled his shoulders, feeling the satisfying pop of tension releasing after hours of choreography. The room was quieter now, most of the members having filtered out one by one as midnight approached. Only Mingyu remained, sprawled across the floor with his long limbs stretched out like a starfish, chest rising and falling as he stared at the ceiling.

Seungcheol's phone buzzed on the bench where he'd left it.

kkuma's other human

[10:43 PM] Cheol: I'll be late again. Save me some dinner if you can?

[10:59 PM] Her: Already done. It's in the blue container. Don't forget to reheat properly this time.

[11:00 PM] Her: Kkuma misses you. She keeps sitting by the door.

[11:01 PM] Her: I think I do too.

Seungcheol's thumb hovered over that last message. The casual confession stole his breath, not because it was unexpected, but because it was so honest. So simple. The way she'd always been with him, even when he couldn't find the courage to be the same.

He typed out three different responses before deleting them all.

[11:07 PM] Cheol: Will be home soon :))

"You're smiling at your phone again," Mingyu observed, not bothering to lift his head from the floor. "It's painful to watch."

Seungcheol slipped the device into his pocket. "I'm just tired."

"That's not what tired looks like. That's what whipped looks like," Mingyu said, finally sitting up with a groan. "You're texting her, aren't you?"

Seungcheol didn't answer, just turned to gather his things from the bench. The silence was answer enough.

"You know," Mingyu continued, "I could literally feel you thinking about going home all day. Like, mid-practice, your eyes would drift to the clock. You weren't even trying to hide it."

"I was focused" Seungcheol protested weakly.

"Yeah, on getting back to her."

There was no heat in Mingyu's words, just a knowing smile as he stood and stretched, joints popping. "You hungry? I think that chicken place around the corner is still open."

Seungcheol hesitated, fingers playing with the strap of his bag. He thought of the blue container waiting in the refrigerator, of Kkuma at the door, of her waiting up despite how late it was. But another text lit up his screen.

[11:10 PM] Her: Don't rush. I'm working on my project anyway. Just come home in one piece.

"Yeah," he said finally, slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Let's go."

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The night air was cool and thick with the scent of rain that hadn't quite fallen yet. Mingyu drove with the windows cracked, one hand loose on the steering wheel while the other occasionally reached for the fries balanced on the dashboard. They'd ordered too much food: fried chicken and fries and side dishes that spilled out of paper bags, but neither seemed to mind as they pulled into an empty parking lot overlooking the city.

Seoul sprawled below them, a constellation of lights blurring together through the slight fog. Seungcheol took a bite of chicken, savoring the spice as his eyes drifted over the skyline.

"She made dinner," he said quietly, almost to himself.

Mingyu glanced at him. "And you're here eating gas station chicken with me instead?"

"She said not to rush," Seungcheol defended, though his voice lacked conviction. "She's working on her project."

"Right," Mingyu nodded, taking a long sip of his drink. "The one about architectural innovation or whatever, yeah? She's been obsessed with it."

Seungcheol's lips quirked into a proud smile. "She's brilliant. Everyone in her program thinks so."

"And you think so most of all."

"I've always thought so," Seungcheol admitted. Then, after a beat: "I feel like I've watched her grow up. From the kid who'd share her lunch to the woman who's going to design buildings that change the way people live."

Mingyu hummed, thoughtful. "You should've seen her face when you nailed that high note in practice today. She was looking at you like you hung the stars."

Seungcheol's hands slowed, a fry halfway to his mouth. "She came to practice?"

"Yeah, for like an hour. Said she had a break between classes. She sat in the back." Mingyu frowned, turning to face him. "You didn't see her?"

"No," Seungcheol murmured, feeling his chest tighten. "I didn't."

He set the food down, suddenly less hungry. There was a moment of silence between them, broken only by the distant sounds of the city and the occasional rustle of paper bags.

"You ever feel like you missed your chance before you even had one?" Seungcheol asked suddenly, staring out the window.

Mingyu stopped mid-bite. "What do you mean?"

"With her," Seungcheol clarified, his voice lower now. "You ever think about how long I've known her? How many years of my life she's been there? And I still haven't..." He trailed off, shaking his head.

"Haven't told her," Mingyu finished for him.

"Yeah."

"Why not?"

Seungcheol's laugh was hollow. "Timing. It's always been terrible timing." He leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on the ceiling of the car. "She was with someone. Then I was. Then life got in the way. And now that we're both free... I'm scared it's too late. That maybe I waited too long."

Mingyu's usual playful expression had faded, replaced by something more serious. "If it's real," he said slowly, "maybe timing's just an excuse."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with truth. Seungcheol felt them settle in his chest, uncomfortable but necessary.

"I'd rather stay close than risk it all," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know if she sees me the same way. But if I say something and she doesn't... I lose her. I lose all of it. I'd rather hurt quietly than break us."

Mingyu was quiet for a long moment, his eyes focused on the windshield where drops of rain had started to appear.

"You think keeping quiet keeps her close," he said eventually. "But hyung... some things are already changing, even if you stay silent."

Seungcheol turned to look at him, feeling something cold slip down his spine. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Mingyu said carefully, "that study abroad program she's thinking about. The one in Barcelona for next semester. You ever wonder why she hasn't talked to you about it yet?"

The world seemed to tilt slightly on its axis. "Study abroad?"

"Shit," Mingyu breathed, closing his eyes briefly. "You didn't know."

"No," Seungcheol said, his voice suddenly dry. "I didn't."

"She probably hasn't decided yet," Mingyu rushed to add. "But Joshua said she was looking into this prestigious architectural program. Something about studying under some famous architect and getting international perspective for her thesis project."

Seungcheol swallowed hard, feeling like the air had been knocked from his lungs. "Barcelona is... far."

"Yeah," Mingyu agreed softly. "It is."

The rain fell harder now, drumming against the roof of the car in a steady rhythm that matched the pounding in Seungcheol's chest. He thought of the apartment they shared, of the blue container in the refrigerator, of Kkuma waiting by the door. Of her saying she missed him through a text message because it was easier than saying it out loud.

Just like it had always been easier for him to love her in silence than to risk everything on words.

"I have to go home," he said suddenly, reaching for his bag. "I should be there."

Mingyu didn't argue, just started the car and pulled back onto the road. The drive back to the apartment was quiet, rain streaking the windows and blurring the city lights into smudges of color.

"You know," Mingyu said as they pulled up to the curb, "sometimes I think about what would happen if you just told her. No perfect timing, no grand gestures. Just... the truth. What's the worst that could happen?"

"She could leave," Seungcheol said, hand already on the door handle.

"Or she could stay," Mingyu countered. "She could choose you. She could already be choosing you every day, but you're too afraid to see it."

Seungcheol stepped out into the rain, the cool drops a relief against his heated skin. He leaned down to look at Mingyu one last time.

"I'll think about it," he promised.

Mingyu nodded, his expression gentle. "Good. Because I think she's been waiting for you to catch up for a while now."

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

The apartment was quiet when he unlocked the door, slipping off his shoes in the entryway. The lights were dimmed, casting a warm glow over the space. Kkuma didn't come running this time, which meant she was either asleep or—

"Hey," her voice came from the living room, soft and slightly raspy, like she'd been dozing. "You're back."

Seungcheol crossed the room and found her curled up on the couch, her laptop balanced on her knees and Kkuma snuggled against her side. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, glasses perched low on her nose, and she wore one of his hoodies: the old gray one he thought he'd lost months ago.

The sight of her made his heart ache.

"I'm back," he said simply, setting his bag down.

She smiled, that small, tired smile that always felt like it was just for him. "How was practice?"

"Long," he said, moving to sit beside her. "How's the project?"

"Long," she echoed, closing her laptop and setting it aside. "But I think I'm finally getting somewhere. The review board seemed impressed with the preliminary sketches."

He nodded, watching as she stretched her arms above her head, the too-long sleeves of his hoodie falling back to expose her wrists. "That's good. You've been working hard."

"Not as hard as you," she said, turning to face him fully. "You look exhausted."

"I'm fine."

"Liar," she accused gently, reaching out to brush a strand of damp hair from his forehead. "You're pushing too hard again."

The casual touch made his breath catch, but he managed a small smile. "Says the woman who fell asleep at her desk three times this week."

"That's different," she protested, though her eyes crinkled with a smile. "I'm a student. I'm supposed to be sleep-deprived and caffeinated."

"And I'm an idol. I'm supposed to be practiced and prepared."

She rolled her eyes, but her expression softened. "Did you eat? I saved you some dinner."

"I did, with Mingyu. But I'll have yours for lunch tomorrow."

She nodded, seemingly satisfied with that answer. They fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that had always been easy between them. Seungcheol watched as she absentmindedly stroked Kkuma's fur, her eyes drifting to the window where rain still pattered against the glass.

"Mingyu mentioned something," he said before he could stop himself. "About Barcelona."

Her hand stilled on Kkuma's back. She didn't look at him right away, and in that hesitation, Seungcheol felt his heart sink.

"It's just a possibility," she finally said, her voice careful. "Nothing's decided."

"But you're considering it."

She sighed, finally meeting his gaze. "Of course I am. It's a good opportunity for my thesis. The kind that could really set me apart when I graduate."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Soon," she said quietly. "I was waiting for the right time."

"The right time," he repeated, a bitter taste in his mouth. "Timing has never been our thing, has it?"

She looked at him then, really looked at him, with an expression he couldn't quite read. "What do you mean?"

Seungcheol felt the weight of all the words he'd never said pressing down on him. All the moments he'd let slip away because the timing wasn't perfect. All the chances he'd missed because he was too afraid to take them.

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head. "Forget it. It's late."

She reached out, her hand finding his wrist. "Seungcheol."

The sound of his name on her lips had always been his undoing. He looked down at where her fingers wrapped around his wrist, right where his pulse was racing.

"If you don't want me to go," she said slowly, "just say it."

He swallowed hard. "It's not that simple."

"It could be," she pressed. "Just tell me why you want me to stay."

The moment stretched between them, fragile and vital. Seungcheol felt himself at the edge of something enormous, something terrifying and beautiful all at once. He thought of Mingyu's words: Sometimes I think about what would happen if you just told her.

But years of habit were hard to break. Years of keeping his feelings locked safely away, where they couldn't hurt either of them. Where they couldn't change what they had.

"I want you to be happy," he said finally, his voice low. "Even if that's in Barcelona."

Her hand slipped from his wrist, and he immediately missed the warmth. "Right," she said, her voice just a touch too even. "Of course."

She stood then, gathering her laptop and nudging Kkuma gently to the side. "I should get some sleep. Early class tomorrow."

"Yeah," he agreed, watching as she moved away from him. "Goodnight."

She paused at the edge of the living room, turning back to look at him. For a moment, he thought she might say something else, might push him further. But instead, she just offered a small smile.

"Goodnight, Cheol."

He watched her disappear down the hallway, listened to the soft click of her bedroom door. Only then did he let his head fall into his hands, a ragged breath escaping him.

Timing has never been our thing.

But as he sat there in the quiet apartment, rain still falling outside, he wondered if maybe timing had nothing to do with it at all. Maybe it was just him, always standing still while the world moved around him. Always waiting for the perfect moment that would never come.

Maybe some things were worth the risk of imperfect timing.

Maybe she was.

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Seungcheol's phone buzzed on the coffee table, startling him out of his thoughts. He reached for it, expecting a message from one of the members, but instead found her name lighting up the screen.

[12:34 AM] Her: If you asked me to stay, I would.

He stared at the message, heart hammering against his ribs. His fingers trembled slightly as he typed out a response.

[12:35 AM] Cheol: Why?

The three dots appeared immediately, then disappeared. Appeared again. Disappeared. He waited, holding his breath.

[12:38 AM] Her: You know why.

And maybe, finally, he did.

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bullet-prooflove · 1 day ago

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Song 2: Jesse Van Horn x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @caffeinatedwoman @cosmic-psychickitty @kmc1989 @happyfox43 @julius-ceasar

Companion piece to

Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll - Jesse tries to convince you not to disrupt your trip during the aftermath of Pittfest.

Drums are therapy for Jesse especially after nightmare shifts like Pittfest.

He likes the delicacy of a guitar, the notes you can wring from it but his real passion has always been the drums because you have to throw your heart and soul into it, you have to feel it to do it.

He slept like shit last night, images of blood and viscera flashing across his mind as he stared at the empty space beside him. It’s worse when you’re not here, you’ve always had this ability to sooth him, to fend off the darkness that creeps in during the dead of night and right now it feels like it’s taking over.

The shower doesn’t help, he still feels groggy and lethargic when he climbs out. He throws on his white ‘The Clash’ tank over black basketball shorts and returns to what’s tried and tested, playing Blur’s Song 2 as loud as he can in his noise cancelling headphones and smashing the hell out of the drum kit.

He spends hours chasing that impossible beat, trying to erase the demons from his mind. He focuses on the intense tapping of the sticks across the canvas as the music vibrates through the very core of his being.

Song 2 is so complex that it’s only ever meant to be played by two drummers, it never stops Jesse trying though. He likes the challenge of it, the way it absorbs him, consumes him.

He doesn’t hear you let yourself in, he doesn’t even sense your presence, he’s too caught up in the motions, his eyes closed, his body running on a muscle memory. It isn’t until your fingers thread through his hair, lightly tugging his head back by his silver curls that he realises you’re in the room. Your hair falls across his features, shielding him away from the rest of the world and he smiles as your mouth seeks out his.

“Hi.” He whispers.

“Hi.” You whisper back.

You’re a force of nature in everything you do, and your kiss is no exception. It’s reckless, passionate and it ignites every single nerve ending inside his body like a bolt of electricity.

His headphones slip off his ears, clattering to the floor as he turns in his stool and raises to his feet, trapping you against the wall behind the drum kit. You grip the fabric of his tank in your fists, tearing it up over his head as he grinds against you urgently. Your fingers roam over the colourful tattoos etched into his back and you moan as you feel his thickness through the silky material of those basketball shorts, rubbing against the seam of your jeans.

“For the love of God, please tell me you took your PrEP while you were away.” He mutters in between kisses, his fingertips unfastening button of your jeans. “I need to be inside you so bad Sugar.”

“Every single day.” You promise, dragging your teeth across his bottom lip as he shoves the denim down your thighs. “Your viral load still under 200?”

“Had the test three days ago, undetectable.” He informs you, tugging off your panties.

That means there’s virtually no chance of HIV transmission so the two of you are ready to rock. You push down his basketball shorts, his cock springing loose and he hisses through his teeth as your hand wraps around him, guiding him to just the right spot.

“Poor baby.” You tease, your wetness rubbing over his sensitive tip. “You haven’t even touched yourself since I’ve been gone have you?”

“You know I like to save it for you.” He mumbles against your mouth. “Make sure you get the full welcome home experience.”

The denial always makes him feral, he gets a little wild, a little unhinged. Just the way you like him.

The first thrust is always the sweetest because of Jesse’s reaction to it, the hue of his eyes darken and he makes that noise, that filthy exhale as he slides home, filling you with every single inch of him. His hand clasps your jaw, thumb swiping against your lower lip before he pushes it inside. You suck it deeper, your eyes on his and his dick twitches inside of you.

“Oh Sugar.” He smiles as you bite down just a little. “I’m gonna fuck you like it’s the end of the god damn world.”

He hoists your legs up around his waist, slamming into you. You cry out, a loud eruption of ecstasy and he follows up with long, hard, strokes that that piston into you, raking over that naughty little spot deep inside. The noises you make, their obscene. Breathy groans, hollered curses and his name, always his name chanted like mantra as you get close, real close, tightening around his dick, gripping it.

His mouth covers yours as you come together, drinking down the rapture as he spills his release inside you, hips jerking as he fucks it deep. His lips ghost over your jaw and down your throat before he places a kiss over the lace geomantic moon at the side of your neck.

“Twenty years and this shit still doesn’t get old.” He chuckles into your ear, his teeth catching on the silver piercing in your lobe, tugging lightly.

You clench around him again and he starts to move slower this time, his arm looping underneath your right knee, hitching it higher so he can deepen the position.

“No babe.” You whisper, your head tipping back against the wall as he hits just the right spot. “It only gets better.”

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mocchiixxx · 2 days ago

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Seventeen's 95z Yandere One-Shot Trilogy # | 2: Sweetest Lies

Genre: Dark Yandere, Psychological Manipulation, Obsessive Romance

Yoon Jeonghan x Famous Actress Reader

Inspo Lyrics:

“Now you can’t escape, I'm getting closer to you…”

“I’ll cover you in my darkness, 'til you can't see a way out.”

Summary: You thought Seungcheol was dangerous, but Jeonghan? He’s a master of manipulation. A new drama with him traps you in a web of obsession, lies, and twisted affection. He’ll keep you close, so close, until there’s no way out.

🍒Trilogy#1 • 😇Trilogy#2 • 🦌 Trilogy#3

You thought Seungcheol was the danger.

But Jeonghan?

He made danger look like a lullaby.

Your agency had barely released a statement about your break when a new drama offer landed on your desk.

No auditions. No PR noise. Just a script. A handwritten note:

“You don’t have to act anymore. Just feel.”

You should’ve said no. But the lead male role?

Yoon Jeonghan.

He was perfect. Too perfect. Long hair framing soft features, smile always lingering a second too long.

You told yourself you were fine. He was just a co-star.

But then he called you by your real name in a scene that never gave it away.

“Getting closer, getting closer, I’m getting closer to you…”

At first, it was subtle.

Your schedule was easier. You were always assigned rooms next to his.

He bought you your favorite drink before you mentioned it. He comforted you when rumors about your disappearance resurfaced, always with those delicate words:

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you. No one will hurt you again.”

You smiled. Not knowing he meant everyone. Even you.

One night, you tried to walk away.

The moment the wrap party ended, you escaped through the back exit— heels in hand, jacket clutched tight, breathing sharp from anxiety.

He was already there.

“Why do you keep running from me?”

His voice wasn’t gentle this time.

“I’ve been so patient. So kind. And you keep looking at me like I’m the villain.”

You shook your head. “You’re scaring me, Jeonghan.”

He took a step forward. His smile dropped.

“Then I’m finally doing something right.”

“Closer, my darkness surrounds you…”

The next morning, you woke up in a different apartment. Smelled like lavender and old books. Not yours. But familiar.

Photos lined the wall. Not paparazzi pictures. Moments no one should’ve been able to capture. You, reading in your trailer. You, crying backstage. You… smiling at Jeonghan, unaware he was watching from the shadows.

He sat across from you, slicing an apple.

“You were never safe with him.” He didn’t say Seungcheol’s name. But you both knew.

“He wanted to own you. I just want you to love me back.”

You whispered “This is insane.”

He smiled, tilting his head.

“Then fall in love with insanity. You were always so good at pretending. Try it with me.”

“Don’t hide it, don’t avoid it, just face me…”

He never chained you.

Never locked you in.

But the moment you tried to leave, he whispered from behind...

“If you walk out, I’ll show the world what he did to you.”

You froze.

“They’ll believe it, too. I’ve collected the footage. All of it.” He walked in front of you. Lifted your chin.

“You think I’m obsessed? No, sweetheart. I’m invested.” He leaned in close. “And no one invests in you like I do.”

“Getting closer to your breath… 'til you can’t breathe me out.”

He told the press you were dating.

He told your agency you were in love.

And you?

You stayed silent.

At night, he read your old scripts aloud, rewriting the endings. In each version, you ran away from danger— into his arms.

Then comes the day when he burned the final pages.

“You don’t need fiction anymore.” His kiss was slow. Poisonous. Addictive.

You cried after.

He held you through it.

“I’ll lie for you. Kill for you. Die for you.”

His voice was steady.

“But if you ever try to leave…” His hand tightened around your waist.

“I’ll make sure there’s no script left to save you.”

Now, the world sees you as Jeonghan’s beloved.

They envy your smiles, your chemistry, your storybook romance. They don’t see the cracks in your mask. They don’t hear the whispered threats beneath his lullabies.

But you stay.

You smile.

Because if Seungcheol caged you with fear, Jeonghan buried you in love.

And maybe, just maybe... you prefer this kind of death.

END. (But there’s still one more getting closer.)

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The Bodyguard

Chapter 6

<-Chapters 1 and 2

<-Chapter 3

<-Chapters 4 and 5

Chapter 7 (final)->

Five Hargreeves x female reader, multi-chapter, request

Summary: Five is hired to protect you, a professional ballet dancer, from an obsessive stalker. As the threat from the stalker escalates, Five must navigate his growing feelings for you while keeping you safe

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, bathtub sex, after careKeep reading

Chapter 6: The Villain And The Hero

Five was unable to go back to sleep after the photo incident and he spent the rest of the night figuring out how he was going to deal with this psycho. The simplest, yet worst, idea would be to track him down and put a bullet in his head. In his assassin days that would be a Tuesday afternoon for him. But that wasn’t realistic for a few reasons. The law being one of them, and you perhaps not wanting to be linked up to a murderer another. You hadn’t even wanted Five to confront the man, let alone kill him.

But the situation had changed. This was no longer a slightly creepy guy that hung out at your dance studio and came to your performances. He was trespassing on your property and watching you. And he was clearly trying to let both you and Five know that he was not happy about the situation.

Five tried to look at it from two different angles. From his point of view as your hired bodyguard, he would do his job, emotions aside, and protect you from any harm. He wouldn’t feel the need to inform you of some of the tactics he might use. At the end of the day, if you were mentally and physically in one piece, then he would consider that a job well done.

From the other point of view… he wasn’t sure what to call it… Boyfriend? Lover?... but from that point of view things were not so black and white. Five wanted to protect you at all costs, but he also didn’t want to upset you by letting you know everything. Which meant he’d have to lie, or at least withhold information from you, and that certainly wasn’t good boyfriend behavior.

When morning came, you found Five sitting at your beat up kitchen table, still only half dressed, and holding a steaming coffee mug. .

“I see you found the coffee,” you said as you came up behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing his cheek.

Five looked up at you with a smile, placing his mug down in front of him. “Would you like me to pour you a cup?”

“No thank you, I’ll just make my usual smoothie.”

He watched as you casually walked to the refrigerator, surveying the contents, and unhurriedly took out the ingredients you needed. Then you stretched out long, doing a couple of side bends, before slowly pulling out the blender. You washed the berries for a minute or so, staring off into the distance as the cold water ran over them.

“Wow, I understand why you are late every single morning now,” Five mused. “You move like a tortoise.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, but smiled back at him. “That’s ok. My driver can wait.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” he deadpanned.

You laughed and plopped yourself in his lap, the short robe you were wearing only covering part of your body, which Five had already noticed. His hand immediately started drifting up your leg.

“You know what I just realized?” you asked.

“No,” Five said as he started to kiss your neck.

“I am paying for your services when you are with me.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” he murmured, working his way over your jaw while his hand started to slip between your thighs.

“Pretty sure that makes you a gigolo,” you said with a giggle.

Five stopped and looked at you, one eyebrow raised. “What?”

You shrugged. “I mean, you don’t really clock in and out, so you’re still getting paid even if we’re… you know.”

“Huh.”

You kissed him quickly on the lips. “Just a thought.”

“So, I’m your bodyguard, your chauffeur, and your personal sex worker?”

“Seems so.”

Five pulled you in with a rough jerk and you squealed. “That’s funny, because from my point of view,” he said in a low voice, his hand untying the belt of your robe, “I’m getting paid for you to suck my dick.”

You tilted your head to the side with a half-smile as Five pulled your robe all of the way off, leaving you naked and breathing heavier.

“But I haven’t –” you started to say.

“Knees. Now,” he ordered, his voice calm and cool while his eyes flashed with danger.

As always, his demands were making you weak and wet, and you automatically slid off his lap and onto the floor. You waited while Five unzipped his pants, looking you in the eyes while he took out his hardening cock.

You placed your hands on the tops of his thighs and blinked up at him. “I’m going to be late.”

“That’s alright,” Five assured you sweetly, running the back of his hand down your cheek. “Your driver will wait.”

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After you spent your hard earned money blowing Five in your kitchen, and he graciously paid you back in the shower afterwards, you had to run around like a mad woman to get all of your stuff together and get out the door with barely two minutes to spare.

Five had at least been nice enough to make your smoothie for you while you got dressed, and he tossed your bags into the car while you hopped in the front seat. He handed you your cup and you chugged it while he sped to the theater.

When you arrived, you knew you were going to be in hot water with your director if you were even one minute late, so Five blinked you directly backstage. You were about to sprint to the dressing room when Five held onto your arm, keeping you there.

“I’m going to leave you for a little bit, is that ok?”

You frowned. “What do you mean leave me?”

“I need to go back home and change and do a few things. It won’t take long, maybe a couple of hours. I’ll do a sweep of the place first and check the parking lot before I go.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s ok. As long as you think it’s safe.”

“The theater is locked up pretty tight. You’re safer here than at the studio or your house, so you should be fine. I’m going to tell one of the crew guys to keep his eyes open, though.”

You looked around a little nervously, but nodded. “Ok.”

Five glanced around to make sure there weren’t too many people watching, then he leaned in to give you a soft kiss on your cheek and whisper in your ear. “Sorry for making you late.”

You kissed him back on the mouth, not caring who saw. “Worth it,” you said with a grin.

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Five wasn’t totally full of shit. He did go back to the Academy to change and to take care of a few things.

Then.. it was time to track this fucker down.

Dressed in his best three-piece suit, Five checked the clip in his Glock as he waited patiently inside of his car at the convenience store. Thanks to Diego’s contacts at the police department, Five was able to get the guy’s address. He lived in a shitty little bungalow in a not-so-great part of the city. Although Five could hardly judge him considering where he himself lived.

He had followed the man to the store and waited in the parking lot while he went inside to buy lotto tickets or beef jerky or whatever the hell he was doing in there. Five could be patient. He knew how to wait in silence and stalk someone like prey.

When finally the man came strolling out, with a giant red slushie in hand, and climbed back into the familiar blue pickup truck, Five made his move.

There was a bright flash and then a scream inside the cab of the truck. The neon red contents of the slushie cup exploded across the dashboard.

“Drive,” Five snarled between gritted teeth as he pressed the muzzle of his gun into the ribs of the man.

“W-What?” the man stammered, his hands on the steering wheel.

“I said… drive,” Five hissed.

“Ok… ok… where?”

“I don’t fucking care. To the cemetery to make things easier for me, I don’t give a shit. But if you don’t start driving in the next five seconds, your brains are going to be joining that red shit all over the dash.”

The man nodded, fumbling with his keys as he turned the ignition. Then he drove out of the parking lot and onto the main street.

Five pushed the gun harder into his side and the man made a little crying noise. They continued to drive down the busy street, on the way out of the city.

“Keep driving,” Five instructed.

Your stalker, with his threadbare red baseball cap, scruffy beard, and skinny frame, gripped the wheel tightly. He stared straight ahead as he drove.

As they continued on in silence, Five’s pistol shoved into the man’s rib cage, they eventually came to a more secluded area that was mostly farms and woodland. The two lane highway was almost deserted.

“Pull over,” Five told him.

The man did as he said, and pulled the truck over to the side of the road, near a densely wooded area. Five told him to cut the engine and he did, but kept his hands on the steering wheel. Five grabbed the keys from the ignition and pocketed them inside his jacket.

“What do you want–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Five warned. “I talk. You say nothing.” The man gave a short nod and Five proceeded. “Get out of the car… slowly.”

The man did as he was told, opening the truck door and sliding out. Five blinked directly behind him and the guy flinched. Five’s pistol was now shoved into the man’s back.

“Walk,” Five told him.

The man began to walk forward, directly into the woods. “W-where are we going?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The man remained silent and kept walking for a good distance until they came upon a fast-moving creek that was flowing through the middle of the forest. The banks of mud and moss were steep leading down to the moving water. The creek made gurgling and bubbling noises as it carried sticks and leaves on its surface, heading in the direction of the ocean, miles away.

The two men stopped at the bank of the creek, Five’s gun still pressed roughly into the back of the man’s flannel jacket.

“Did you get a good look last night, asshole? Enjoy the show?” Five taunted. “Did you wait until you got back home to jerk off, or did you just do it there like the pathetic animal you are?”

“You disgust me,” the man said quietly, turning his head just slightly to try and look over his shoulder at Five.

With another blink, Five was standing in front of him. He landed a swift punch to the gut, leaving the man coughing and doubled over as Five boiled with rage. The gun was now pointed at the front of his head.

“Keep talking. See how that goes for you.”

When the man was silent except for the occasional wheeze as he tried to catch his breath, Five continued.

“Here is what is going to happen, shit bag, so listen carefully. You are done with her. That means you will not be anywhere near her, you will not look at her, and you will not even think about her. Because if you do, I am going to find out.”

“Yeah?” the man snorted as he righted himself again. “What are you going to do about it?”

Five’s fist landed on the man’s chin this time, knocking his head back so hard it looked like it might come flying off of his spinal column.

“Ah, FUCK!” he cried, clutching at his face.

“I said shut the fuck up!” Five seethed. “You are nothing! You are lower than a worm and just as slimy. She hates you, you realize that, right? She despises you.”

“We are meant to be together,” the man whimpered as blood dripped down his chin and onto his chest. “If it weren’t for you, I’d have her.”

Five got directly in the man’s face, his jaw set tightly as he raised the pistol and pressed it directly against his forehead.

“You will never have her. Ever. You understand? You are a fucking ghost. You are nobody.”

There was no response from the beaten man, so Five continued.

“Now, lucky for you, you caught me on a good day. Probably because I got laid last night. And this morning,” he added with a smirk, just to rub salt in the wound. “So, as long as you follow my directions, I will let you live. If not, you will be lying face first at the bottom of this creek. Understand?”

“Fuck off,” came the garbled response.

Five chuckled menacingly. “God, you’re a stupid piece of shit.” He kneed him in the crotch, dropping the man to the ground and then kicked him in the ribs while he was moaning in pain.

“Are you getting it yet?” Five asked as he sneered down at him. “I win. I always win.”

Five lifted the writhing mess of a man off the ground by the back of his shirt. He reached into his suit coat and pulled out the keys to the truck, flinging them as far as he could down the river, and hearing them sink into the mud with a satisfying “plop”. With no further warning, Five blinked himself with the man to another, deeper section of the woods. When they landed outside of the portal, the man sunk to the ground again, still clutching his crotch.

Five glared down at him, a vicious smile playing on his lips. “If I see you or hear from you again, I will kill you. If I find out you’ve been anywhere near her or her house, I will kill you. If you even dare to breathe the same air as her… I will kill you. Do we understand each other?”

Five waited, but when he didn’t get a reply, he gave the man another kick in the side. “Tell me you understand!”

The man nodded miserably. “Yes. I understand.”

Five stood up straight, holstered his gun inside his jacket, and pushed his hair back into place. He straightened his tie. “Excellent.”

Just as Five was about to blink away, the guy spoke. “I loved her first! I loved her first and you can’t take her away from me!”

Five’s teeth clenched together and he reached into his jacket for his gun. Then he thought better of it and stopped. He gave his rival a pitying look. “You have no idea what love is.”

Then he was gone in a flash of blue, leaving your stalker beaten and bloodied in the middle of nowhere.

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Five had blinked himself to the side of the road, near the truck. Then, using as much of his power as he could muster, he blinked back to his own car at the convenience store in three big spatial jumps. Inside of the SUV, Five panted, trying to catch his breath from the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He was tired from blinking, but mostly he was still wound up from his encounter with your stalker.

He didn’t know how you would react to what he had done, but he was fairly confident that he had fixed the problem. He couldn’t imagine anyone being stupid enough to try anything after the scare he had just given him. And Five hadn’t been lying, either. He would kill him if he saw a trace of the guy again.

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Five arrived back at the theater during the afternoon. He stood off to the side, in one of the wings again, and watched your rehearsal with a new found appreciation for you and your art. He could have watched you dance for days and still be in awe. And when you caught his eye briefly and gave him a tiny smile, he died a little inside.

After you were finished and Five was waiting for you to change, Stephan, your dance partner approached him. Five immediately tensed up. He didn’t really feel like having to dump another asshole in the woods today.

“Hey, you must be Five, I don’t think we’ve officially met,” Stephan said, holding out his hand to shake.

Five noted Stephan’s perfect pecs and giant biceps under his flowy shirt. The tights left nothing to the imagination, either. Five shook his hand briefly before dropping it. “Yeah. Nice to meet you.”

Stephan nodded with a big smile on his face. Then he leaned in conspiratorially, lowering his voice. “She’s a real hell cat in the sack, isn’t she?”

“What did you say?” Five asked, both incredulously and furiously.

Stephan nudged him with an elbow. “You know. She can really drain you, you know?”

Five teeth were about ready to crack in half and he made a mental note of his gun tucked away under his coat. Just as he was about to reach out and strangle this supposed dancing genius, he heard a peal of laughter coming from behind him.

When he turned around, there you were, leaning up against the open door of the dressing room and watching the whole exchange going down with a giant grin on your face. Confused, Five faced Stephan again, where he was met with another huge smile. Stephan held his hands up in front of him.

“She made me do it, man, I’m sorry,” he laughed.

Five whipped around to see you with a hand over your mouth, trying to control your laughter. “You little brat,” Five muttered under his breath before the corner of his mouth twitched up.

“Really, I’m so sorry,” Stephan added again. “I promise I have no idea about any of that.” Just then, another very fit and good looking man came strolling up, holding a little boy by the hand.

“Daddy!” the boy cried when he saw Stephan and he was scooped up in his father’s arms. The other man leaned in to give Stephan a quick kiss.

“Five, this is my husband and son. I’m sure you’ll be seeing them around a lot. You guys can hang out in the partner and spouses section together,” he told him before patting him cordially on the shoulder and walking off with his family in tow.

You came bouncing up to Five, who was shaking his head. “You are a terrible person,” he told you, trying to mask his smile.

“I’m sorry, but it was too funny not to.” You reached up, brushing a piece of hair out of his face before taking his hand. “You were gone for a while. Everything ok?”

“Yeah, everything is fine. Are you ready to go?” You nodded and Five took your bags from you. “I was thinking,” he said as he walked with you towards the exit. “Why don't you come stay at my place tonight.”

Five noticed your initial hesitation and he chuckled. “I promise I will have better sleeping accommodations for you than last time.”

When you still looked dubious, he added, “I have a surprise for you.”

You smiled. “A surprise? For me?”

“Yes. But I can only show you if you come home with me.”

“Sounds like a trap, but ok. Can we at least stop at my house first so I can get some clothes to change into?”

“Of course.”

Five drove you to your house and waited in the foyer as you went upstairs to grab some clean clothes and pack a small overnight bag. You were excited about spending another night with Five. You hadn’t realized just how lonely you had been, rambling around in your old mansion all alone, until you had fallen asleep with Five next to you. It felt good to be wanted and taken care of by someone else. And you wanted to take care of him, too.

As you were going through some of your stuff to take with you, you realized you couldn’t find one of your old pointe shoes that you had been meaning to throw away. You went through so many pairs of shoes, it was hard to keep track of them all. It was probably lying under one of the tables in the dressing room of the theater, you reasoned. It didn’t matter anyway, you were done wearing that pair.

With your bag packed, you headed back downstairs and Five drove you to the Academy. He seemed more nervous than usual and he kept glancing over at you next to him. When you arrived, he stopped at the door before unlocking it and letting you in.

“I realize now that I may have built this surprise up too much. It’s not really a big deal,” he said.

You rubbed his arm with your hand. “I’m sure whatever it is, I will love it.”

He nodded and then led you inside. When you walked into the main living room where Five had set up camp, you stopped in your tracks and gasped. Then you looked around you, smiling in amazement.

Five had clearly been doing his best to try and make his situation a little less depressing. He had cleared up a lot of the debris that had been lying around the room and cleaned the floors and dusted the furniture. The moth-eaten drapes over the windows appeared less dirty, like maybe they had been taken down and shaken out. There was different furniture than when you had been there the last time. It didn't look new, but obviously Five had done a search through the mansion to find better and nicer pieces. There was a different, unstained and sturdier looking couch with a coffee table set up in front of it. An arm chair that was only a little beat up stood to the side. There was even a vase full of flowers set on top of a small side table. The bar looked cleaned and polished with all of the crystal glasses washed and lined up neatly on top.

“Five! You fixed it up!”

Five had been watching your reaction nervously with his hands in his pockets. “I just went through the place and found as many intact things as I could.”

“This makes me so happy,” you said, going to him and taking his hand.

“It does?”

“Yes, of course! And it really looks so much better.”

“I’m glad. I have more to show you, though.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Come with me.”

Five led you down one of the hallways, which also looked like it had been swept and cleaned. You had not seen any other part of the Academy last time, so you weren’t sure what it looked like before, but you imagined it hadn’t been much better than the living room was.

He took you to one of the small bedrooms that lined the hall. It was dark inside but he walked in and switched on a table lamp. You smiled and laughed when you saw the room light up.

“You made a bedroom for yourself!” you exclaimed.

“I know it’s not much…” he started. “This used to be one of my brother’s rooms, but my old room is so far away I figured this would be easier.”

It wasn’t much, it was true, but it was something. The bed was neatly made with a soft-looking blue comforter on top. There was a small bookcase against one of the walls, filled with books. A desk stood against the other wall. The closet was filled with Five’s suits and other clothes.

“You inspired me,” he told you with a small smile.

“I did?”

“Yeah. I figured if you could make the best out of your situation with your cozy bedroom, then I should, too. Not to mention I was a little embarrassed by the state of things the last time you were here.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. “You didn’t need to be embarrassed. But I am glad you made this more of a home for yourself.”

“Turn around,” he told you quietly.

When you did, you gave a small gasp. On the wall behind you was a framed picture of Degas’ painting “The Star”. It was a famous pastel painting of a ballerina on stage, alone, as the star of the show. It was just a poster print of the painting, but it was clearly new and Five had it set in a gold frame.

“Oh my gosh,” you breathed out. “I love this painting.”

“It reminds me of you.” He rolled his eyes at himself. “Obviously.”

You smiled widely and squeezed him in another big hug, kissing him hard on the lips. “I can’t believe you did this. You’re so amazing.”

“It’s just a poster.”

“No, it’s more than that. It means you care about me and my life and my career. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

You stared at the painting, still holding Five around his waist. “You know, that painting is rather sad. The dancer is lit up on stage and she is clearly pleased, but see that male-looking figure waiting in the wings? He probably owns her. She is most likely his prostitute.”

Five looked thoughtfully at the painting. “How do you know?”

“Because that was the situation for a lot of ballet dancers in the 19th century. She is happy on stage but she has a not-so-happy life to return to once the performance is over.”

“Well, that’s fucking depressing. Maybe I should have picked a different one.”

You shook your head with a smile. “No. I like this one.”

Five gazed down on you, his brow furrowed with concern. “I hope you know that the man waiting in the wings for you would never keep you against your will.”

Your hands traveled up Five’s back and over his shoulders, smoothing out the fine wool of his suit coat. You tugged on the lapels so that he lowered his face to yours.

“I know that. But I’m not trying to get away from my man.”

When he kissed you, it was hard and hungry as he tangled his fingers in your hair and you moaned against his mouth. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he rasped as he pulled your head back, attacking your neck with lips that wanted to bruise you and teeth that meant to scar.

Five restrained himself as much as possible. He didn’t want to leave you with visible marks that would make you appear unprofessional.

He walked you backwards until the backs of your knees collided with the bed. You were already burning for him; for more of his mouth, his hands, his body; and you desperately dragged his suit coat off his shoulders and down his arms. You unbuttoned his waistcoat, throwing it on the floor and started to work on his tie. He stopped his ferocious kisses for a moment to grab your wrists.

“Not yet,” he told you.

He let go of your hands and backed away. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he looked up at you with dark eyes. “You first.”

You had no problem with that order and you stood in front of him, pulling off your shirt and letting your shorts fall to the floor around your feet. You kicked them away, letting Five get a good look at you in your black satin bra and panties. He made a soft groaning noise and briefly palmed the front of his pants. You took your time unhooking your bra and stepping out of your underwear, but soon you were fully nude.

With the way Five was looking at you, it was clear that you were the prey and he was the predator. You were being analyzed. Stalked. But you didn’t run. You waited patiently to be eaten.

After a few seconds, he pulled you onto his lap, forcing you to straddle him as his warm hands rested on the small of your back.

“Finish what you started, darling,” he told you with the smallest flicker of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

You said nothing in response, catching your lower lip in your teeth as you languidly traced the tips of your fingers down his neck, starting at his jaw and ending at the collar of his shirt. The slight scruff of his five o’clock shadow scratched lightly at your skin. You desperately wanted to kiss him again, but Five was watching your every move and you knew he wouldn’t let you. Not yet, anyway.

Your focus was on his tie, and your hands worked at loosening the half windsor knot. Once you untied it, you ran the silky smooth material through your fingers before sliding it slowly out from under his collar.

Five kept his eyes on you, his chest rapidly rising and falling, as you started in on the top buttons of his shirt. Your fingers worked swiftly all the way down until you were able to pull the shirt open, revealing his deliciously hard torso. Running the flat of your hands over his pectoral muscles, the tips of your fingers outlined the stiff peaks of his nipples, before sliding down his stomach. You dragged one teasing finger down the soft trail of hair and into the waistband of his pants. He sucked in a loud breath through his teeth.

“That’s enough,” he warned you.

With a small pout, you continued taking off his shirt, undoing the cuffs and sliding it down his arms. You made sure to get a good feel of his biceps in the process.

Next, you worked on the fly of his pants, opening them up and letting your palm graze the hard bulge of his cock through his tight boxer briefs. He reveled in the feeling of your hot hand passing over him a few times, letting his eyes close as he let out a shaky breath. When he opened them, he grabbed your wrist, halting you.

“You’re almost done, honey. Keep going,” he told you.

You climbed off of his lap, kneeling down before him as you removed his socks and shoes like you were a lady-in-waiting and he was royalty. When you glanced up at his face, you couldn’t help the smile that formed, remembering how earlier in the day you had been on your knees like this. Five let out a small laugh, momentarily breaking his stony demeanor, when he knew what you were thinking.

Instead of sucking his dick, though, you started to draw his pants down, waiting for him to lift his hips a little off the bed. Once those were off and he was left in his boxers, you reached up to take the waistband in both hands, pausing for just a moment as your eyes met Five’s.

He nodded once, giving you the go ahead to remove the final piece of clothing from his body.

Soon, he was fully nude with his hard cock on display and he was just so damn gorgeous you let out an audible sigh. Five took your hand, pulling you onto his lap again. When you straddled him, his body was hot against yours, and you wrapped your legs around him so you were as close as possible. You pushed yourself against him, rubbing your wet slit over his shaft.

This time, he didn’t try to stop you. He grabbed the back of your neck as his lips collided with yours. He drew in loud breaths through his nose while he consumed you; desperate and feverish.

“Five…” you whimpered when he moved to your neck and shoulders.

You threaded your fingers in his hair and tugged softly. Five groaned.

“Shit,” he hissed. “I love hearing that.” He reached around his back, untangling your legs from around him, and moved you off his lap. Then he threw you down, crawling over the top of you and kissing you.

Five moved down your body, dragging his mouth over your chest and onto your stomach. When he began to suck a dark purple bruise right above your navel, you sucked in a loud breath and flinched from the sharp pain. He wasn’t deterred, though, and he did the same a little higher up and then again on both of your breasts. He scraped his teeth across your nipples and made you cry out.

When he drew his head back, he was smiling as he looked down on his artwork of red splotches and bite marks that now dotted your body.

“All mine,” he murmured, right before capturing your mouth with his again, flicking his tongue inside and biting gently at your lips. “Tell me.”

“I’m all yours, Five,” you gasped out, right before he sank his cock inside of you.

He raised himself up so that his hands were on either side of your head and he looked down on you. He had not yet started moving, and you tried to thrust your hips up, but he shook his head sternly and you stopped. His dark hair hung down in messy strands as he locked eyes with you. You tried once more to subtly wriggle against him.

“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” he said quietly.

You whined and clutched onto his upper arms, your fingers digging into the tight muscles there. “Fuck me… please!”

Five’s mouth turned slowly up in a half-smile. “No.”

Your mouth dropped open with another desperate plea, but it was cut off by Five’s kiss. This time he kissed you slowly and gently, and with so much passion behind it that you almost forgot about his hard dick inside of you, unmoving. Almost.

“Five…” you gasped. “What the hell?”

“Shhh.” He kissed your cheek. “Be patient.”

Five readjusted so he was holding himself up with his left forearm, while moving his right hand down to your thigh. He raised your leg up around his hip, pushing himself further into you, but still not moving. It was killing you, having him completely buried inside of you, stretching you open, and just sitting there. His dick was fucking magical, but only when he was actually fucking you with it. Otherwise it was torture.

You made a frustrated growling noise and made one more sad attempt at getting him to move. But he only shook his head and held you steady with his hand on your hip.

“The more you do that,“ he whispered in your ear, “The longer you will wait.”

Realizing you were not going to win, you stayed still and quiet, staring up at those commanding green eyes of his while you both breathed heavily. You knew that this was a form of torture for Five as well, but that holding all of the power and denying you what you wanted far outweighed his other desires. He wanted you weak and powerless; trapped and desperate.

He was going to break you down and then save you. The villain and the hero all in one.

You could feel the wetness seeping out of you and onto the bed as your pussy clenched around him. The hard resolve on Five’s face was starting to fade after several more minutes when finally he had enough.

When he pulled back a little bit, just that brief movement had you moaning out loud and arching your back.

“Oh fuck, please!” you cried out.

Satisfied with your plea, Five gave in to what he needed, which was to fuck you hard and deep and relentlessly.

He wanted to kiss you and never stop kissing you, even as he thrust into you over and over again. He let go of your hip, letting you wrap both legs around him, hooking your ankles over one another and pulling him in tightly. You whined and moaned his name in between hot, messy kisses. You ran your fingers through his hair and down the back of his neck, and over his shoulder blades.

When you were both teetering on the edge of release, he broke away from your mouth just long enough to whisper your name. You gazed into his eyes that had turned from lustful to something softer. Something almost sad.

“I am yours,” he said, his voice raw and shaky.

You came together, clinging to one another while you called out his name and he let out a long, low growl into the crook of your neck.

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Afterwards, Five made sure you were feeling ok and brought another warm washcloth to clean you up with, and a glass of water to drink. As he was handing you the glass, you noticed the knuckles on his hand were bruised and scraped. You ran your thumb lightly across them.

“What happened?”

Five cleared his throat. “Oh, nothing. Just hit it against the car door earlier. No big deal.”

You frowned and inspected his hand closer. “That doesn’t look like you hit it on a door.” You looked up at his face and it was obvious he was trying to conceal something. “What really happened?”

Five sighed. “I really didn’t want to have to tell you this right now. I was going to wait until you were done with rehearsals and opening night, and –”

“Five, what’s going on?”

He hesitated, clearly conflicted about telling you the truth before he finally caved. “Look, I know you told me not to, but I tracked your stalker down.”

“You what?” you asked in shock, dropping his hand. “Five, I specifically told you not to do that… what the hell?”

“I know, but please just listen ok?”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Fine. I’m listening.”

Five ran a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh. Without another word, he blinked away but returned a couple of seconds later. “I have to show you something,” he said.

“What is it?”

He paused for a moment, but then handed over the photo of you and him from the night before. You stared at it in confusion for a minute and then looked up at Five. “Did you… did you take this?”

Five shook his head. “He took it. Last night.”

Your eyebrows drew together again as you looked back at the picture. When you realized the angle from which it was taken, and how it must have been shot through the window in your bathroom, you gasped and threw the picture on the floor like it was burning you.

“Oh my god!” you cried, looking up at Five with panic in your eyes.

Five sat next to you on the bed and took your hand in his. “It’s ok, I took care of it.”

“What do you mean you took care of it? Five… you’re scaring me.”

“I didn’t hurt him.” He paused. “Ok, well, I did hurt him, but I didn’t permanently hurt him. And I just threatened to kill him. Which, honestly, I think was pretty damn generous of me.”

You sat, stunned for a moment. “I can’t believe… I just can’t believe any of this.”

“It’s ok,” he assured you, pulling you in for a hug. “I told you I could handle this guy and I did. It’s over.”

You stayed silent for a moment and then pulled away from his hold. “How can you be sure?”

“Because I scared the ever living shit out of him and told him I’d kill him if I ever saw him again.”

You shook your head, trying to make sense of it all. “But I told you I didn’t want you to do that.”

Five sighed. “The asshole took a picture of us fucking, in your house, and then sent you the photo. Don’t you think that warranted some action?”

“I guess…”

“I’m sorry I went behind your back. I just didn’t want to upset you when you already have so much on your plate right now. But I’m not sorry about what I did. It needed to be done.”

With a slow nod of your head, you realized he was probably right. It was getting too dangerous and the man had violated your privacy in multiple ways.

“And you’re sure he’s going to stop?”

“I’m pretty sure. He knows I meant what I said.”

You bit at your bottom lip, thinking. “Ok, then. I trust you, Five.”

He smiled and traced his fingers lightly down your cheek. “Thank you.”

That night, as you snuggled up with Five in his newly refurbished bedroom, you both laid awake in the dark. He held you from behind, your body curled against his as he held you tightly around your waist. You idly caressed the back of his hand, tracing the bumps of his knuckles with your fingers.

“You really meant what you said? You’d kill him for me?” you asked.

There was a pause and you heard Five swallow. “Yes, I meant it. And not just him. I’d kill anyone that tried to hurt you.” When you didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Does that upset you?”

You thought for a moment, but then shook your head. “No. Maybe it should, but it doesn’t.” You burrowed deeper into the covers and pulled his arms tighter around you. “You make me feel safe.”

Five kissed your neck and nuzzled into your hair. “Good, because that’s all I want. Now, get some sleep, my love.”

You closed your eyes, already beginning to feel the cloud of sleep drifting over you. As you felt Five’s chest moving against your back as he breathed, and his warm body curled around you like a protective shell, you smiled to yourself.

My love, you thought. I think I like that.

The Degas Painting on Five's wall:

"The Star" by Edgar Degas, 1878

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undermine - part II

part 1 | part 2 side note: should I come back for a part III? gif from pinterest too.

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The car glided through London's lit-up streets, cutting through the cold night with the quiet heat radiating from inside. Ana sat next to Pedro in the back of the Uber, thighs almost touching but not quite. Yet. She watched the city outside, lights flickering against the window, while Pedro looked at her like she was the only thing actually shining that night.

"I'm still kinda in shock," he said, laughing low, his voice rough and warm. "You... here. On my birthday."

Ana turned to him, eyes bright with a soft, almost shy glow.

"Blame your siblings. They set it all up. I just... said yes." She smiled, but her eyes gave away way more love than she let on.

Pedro reached over slowly and took her hand on top of his thigh, his fingers warm, squeezing lightly like he needed proof she was real.

"Five days, right?" he asked, still not looking away.

"Mhm. Got this miracle time off. Five whole days. Just yours."

Pedro closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, like he wanted to memorize the sound of that. Just yours. He brought her fingers to his lips and kissed her knuckles, slow.

"You have no idea how much I needed this," he murmured.

Ana smiled but bit her lower lip lightly. The silence between them was comfortable but charged. Almost thick. She studied his face—the clean beard, tired but bright eyes, that look of a man who'd lived hard but still got amazed by simple things. She loved that about him.

"Pedro..." she started carefully. "Your siblings... you think they know? About us?"

He turned to her, raising an eyebrow. Not surprised, more like he'd been waiting for this question forever.

"Does that matter to you?"

She looked away and rested her head against the window for a second, sighing.

Did it?

She dove into her own thoughts.

It was easier this way. Being his best friend to the world and his lover behind closed doors. A silent contract of exclusivity and want. No demands, no obligations. Just them. In their own world. Where she didn't owe explanations, where he didn't have to hide.

But then there was the other side.

Pedro was a public man. Like it or not, there was always a spotlight around him. And she didn't know if she wanted to share what they had with the world. Maybe it was never about the age gap jokes. Maybe the real fear was losing the freedom of their hidden "us." The bubble where everything was allowed but nothing was expected.

She closed her eyes and breathed deep. Lavender, vanilla, sandalwood. Her perfume hung in the warm car air as Pedro watched her quietly, like he could read every thought behind her closed eyelids.

She opened her eyes slowly and found his locked onto hers.

"So? Baba?" he asked again, soft.

"Been a while since you called me Baba," she fires back with a lazy smile.

Pedro just nods and keeps going:

"Do you care if they know? If anyone knows?"

Ana turned her whole body toward him, their hands still tangled.

"We never really talked about this, huh?" she mused, more to herself. "We just... followed this invisible script. Keep it between us. Pretend it's nothing in public. Pretend it doesn't hurt to be apart."

Pedro nodded, saying nothing. He got it. He got it too well.

"But no," she went on, holding his gaze. "I don't care. I just... I just want to be with you. However that looks."

Pedro smiled. A slow, real smile, relief shining in his brown eyes. He brought her hand to his face, pressing it against his lips.

"Me too. I just want to be with you."

The car turned a corner, and the fancy restaurant facade came into view, all golden lights and well-dressed people. But back there in the seats, it still felt like their own parallel universe.

And Ana knew, with quiet certainty, that this was her place.

In the bubble. Or outside it. With him.

…

Ana bites her bottom lip as she looks at him.

Could this really work? She thinks. He posted a picture with her, at his Instagram, and they were kissing for everyone to see it.

He kisses her softly and she smiles against his lips. “So, you bought my favorite champagne and had them fill my room with all these candles so you can talk me into casually fucking you?” She ask.

“That's right.” He chuckles. “How am I doing?”?"

Ana asked, eyeing the space drowning in red candlelight. She couldn't decide if this was romantic or if this was some Pomba Gira shrine. But she knows exactly what he wants.

"This is either the start of a great night or some witchcraft - which is it?"

Pedro laughed hard.

"What's your aunt's religion called again?" Pedro loved asking Ana this - he found the name unusual. Interesting.

"Candomblé," she answered.

He tried the word again: "Can-domb-lé."

Ana smiled and brushed the curls off his forehead with a half-smile.

"One day we'll go to one of the festivals. I really love them."

"And now that we're dating, you gonna introduce me to your family?"

She giggles. “You're an idiot.”

Pedro spins her around and his lips meet hers again.

“Can we go back to the you-convincing-me-into-casually-fucking-my-behind talk?”

“Don't tell me that you don’t want it. I know you do.”

“Yes, I guess.”

“We're both consenting adults.” He kisses her. “We want each other.” He kisses her again. “What's the problem?” I smile against his lips.

“Pedro,” Ana whispers as she run my hand up his thick neck and through his hair.

“Yes, Baba?” He smiles down at her, and somehow this feels special between them.

“I need a shower.”

“Damn this shower mania of yours …”

Pedro grabs Ana by the shoulders and spins her toward the bathroom door, steering her there. As she grins at his impatience, she already knows he's gonna make damn sure they have an exceptional shower experience.

He "parks" her in front of the glass stall, yanks the shower door open, then pulls her dress off over her head in one swift move. She shimmies out of her panties and steps under the spray, turning the water on with a smirk.

Pedro walks into the bathroom and slowly peels his shirt off over his head, and then slides his pants off and kicks them to the side. Ana smile when she sees his erection. He’s aroused just by thinking about what's to come. He steps under the water and takes her into his arms, kissing her softly.

His eyes are dark, and the water is beading over his face from the shower. Ana roams her eyes down his body, his broad shoulders, the brand new rippled abdomen, and his gorgeous dick is hanging heavily between his legs. It’s engorged, and she can see every vein that runs down to the thick head. He’s hungry for this, it’s visibly in his eyes, too.

Pedro takes the soap and tenderly washes her breasts, her back, down both of her legs and her sex, and then her behind. He take a second to give a little suck at both her nipples and their eyes are locked as he do it with his hands at her behind.

Fucking hell, this is already intense.

Ana returns the favour and wash every inch of him in between kisses, and then he turns the shower off and her heart begins to flutter.

Pedro gets out and dries himself, and then dries her before he leads me to the bedroom. He leads Ana into the bedroom and turns to face her.

Without saying a word, Ana drops to her knees and kiss his penis. He flexes it against her mouth. She licks up the length of him and then take him into her mouth.

Pedro inhales sharply, and Ana taste his pre-ejaculate as it leaks out. He places his hand on the back of her head, watching on in awe.

He looks so damn hot like this. Her mind goes on.

Ana rest both of her hands on his thighs and really begin to take him deeper. And his eyes roll because she can really do deep. Really deep. She’s a pro. His pro. He made her a pro, teach her to be a pro.

His soft moans only add to her pleasure, and she feels a rush of cream to her sex. Pedro pulls her up by the arms, his hands roaming up and down her skin.

“Get on your knees on the bed.”

Ana do as she’s told, her stomach fluttering wildly.

“Now drop to your elbows,” he commands.

Ana drop to her elbows, a smile spread a lazy smile on her lips. Pedro stroke his cock slowly so she could from her elbows, thick and dripping with excitement. He pours some lube onto his hand and then slides it up his shaft. He slowly strokes himself as she watch on.

His stomach muscles contract on the upstroke, and my sex clenches in appreciation.

“Do you know how fucking turned you make me?” he whispers as he jerks his cock hard, he can feel his stomach dances with nerves, excitement. The sound of the lub slaps against his hand, and Ana close her eyes.

He gives himself a beating before he walks over behind her and pushes her hard into the mattress. Ana land head first into the blankets.

Oh he lost the last of his control. She knows it.

He slides his lubricated fingers through her sex, his eyes lingering on his fingers as they disappear into her body. Pedro could feel his entire skin tingling, his entire body. He takes half a second to thank fate and the universe for him leaving that damn door open on that blessed day. He doesn't know if he would be happy in his life if he didn't have that woman with him, if he didn't have Ana in his life.

Ana closes her eyes, moaning softly, and he strokes his cock with the other hand, unable to wait. And then his tongue it laps her, his fingers are in her sex and for fifteen minutes he brings her to the edge with his tongue.

Ana can feel her body writhing on the bed, rippling as she tries to get the traction that she needs. His cock in his hand the whole time, taunting her as he strokes it.

Pedro is the hottest man in the history of men. And she knows that very well. Very well indeed. Watching him jerk himself drives her wild with need, her body quivering, fighting to keep herself on her knees.

Ana can then hear him flip the cap on the bottle of lube, and she closes my eyes. It’s always the best experience, for both of them, but for him … five stars. And since is his birthday he can have whatever he wants from her, for how long he wants.

Pedro warms it in his hand and then rubs it into her behind, sinking his finger into the knuckle. Pedro takes a sharp breath.

“Oh,” she moans.

He massages her some more, adding another finger inside. He knows everything he needs to do make her ready for him. And so her eyes roll back in her head as he begins to work her.

“Oh dear God!” He whispers.

He grabs her hip in his hand and gently begins to rock her back onto his fingers to get her used to the sensations. He applies more lube, and then she can feel tip of his cock at her back entrance.

“Baba,” he whispers. “You okay, baby?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods.

He then pushes forward, and Ana closes her eyes and try and block out the burn. The pressure and weight of his body forces her into the mattress, and I screw up her face in a small pain. He pushes in again, and this time the air is knocked out of her lungs.

“Nearly there, baby,” he whispers. “That's it.”

He reaches around and with his four fingertips massages her wet clitoris. Ana can instantly feel the pain begin to disappear. Her eyes are rolling back again. He adds two more fingers to her sex, and he begins to pump her until the last of her body’s resistance disappears and he slides deep inside.

They both cry out, the pleasure taking over, and he leans down to kiss her gently on her shoulder.

“You doing good, baby girl. So good.”

He then grabs a handful of her hair, dragging her face to his. His mouth takes hers and they kiss deeply. He slowly pulls out and then slides back in. Then again... slowly... now faster.

He turns her head straight ahead.

“Watch us,” he whispers darkly.

Ana turn to the mirror to see herself naked on her knees on the bed with her legs spread wide. Pedro is behind her and he has a ponytail of her hair wrapped around his hand while he’s fucking her ass.

She can see every ripple in his abdomen clench as he thrusts. His body has a perfect sheen of perspiration over it, and she can swear to God, she has never seen or felt anything so damn good in her life. With one hand on her hip and one hand full of her hair, he rides her and Pedro works harder and harder until their skin is slapping and his head is tipped back in ecstasy.

“Oh, fuck,” he cries. “This is too fucking good.”

His eyes drop to the spot where the bodies meet.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pumps her wild, screaming out as a freight train of an orgasm tears her to shreds and he holds himself deep inside of her.

His whole body begins to quiver as he slowly empties himself into her, and eventually whispers,

“I’m going to pull out, Baba.” She wince as he does, and he falls to the mattress with a thud, pulling her over.

A perfect kiss is left at her lips, so soft and tender.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Ana can feel her heart is hammering in my chest.

It’s love. Bright, shining love.

“You’re not saying this because you just fuck my ass right?”

He giggles against her lips.

“No, I am not.”

“Youd better.”

…

The hotel room was quiet, save for the muffled sounds of the city outside and their still-uneven breathing. The glow from the few remaining candles cast everything in that warm, golden light - like time itself had paused just for them.

Ana lay on her side, hair fanned out across the pillow, chest rising and falling slowly. Pedro beside her, skin still fever-hot, muscles lax, facing her with an arm slung possessively over her waist - as if the outside world couldn't possibly exist so long as they stayed touching.

After minutes of comfortable silence - the kind that only exists between souls who know each other completely - Ana stirred.

"I brought you something," she whispered, voice rough with exhaustion and contentment as she slipped from the bed.

Pedro let his hand trail slowly down her body until they lost contact, watching her with hungry eyes like even this distance was too much.

"Thought you already gave me my present," he murmured with a lazy, wicked grin. "Honestly? Still recovering."

Ana huffed a laugh, rolling her eyes as she carefully opened her bag. She pulled out a navy-blue box, pristine as if made just for this moment. Returning to bed, she placed it in his hands.

"This one's... different," she said, sitting cross-legged now, watching his every reaction.

Pedro opened the lid with near-reverence. Inside lay a handmade journal bursting with collages, sketches, ribbons and textures. Beside it, a small glass vial of thick amber liquid.

He frowned in curious delight, eyes darting to hers in question before words could form.

"It's a diary," Ana began softly. "From when we first met. Has... memories, bits of conversations, dreams I had about you... things I felt but never said. Or maybe said, but not fully."

Pedro began turning pages slowly. Polaroids of them laughing in sunlight, her plane ticket stub, a fridge note he'd scribbled, scattered phrases like echoes:

You looked at me like I was a secret.

That night when you pressed your forehead to mine, I almost said I wanted to stay.

Dreamt of you three times this week. Each time, we were laughing.

Pedro swallowed hard. His eyes glazed over, overwhelmed. Closing the journal with trembling hands, he turned to her.

"Ana..." His voice broke. "Never gotten anything like this. It's so... you. This is... everything."

Ana smiled with wet eyes. "Wanted you to have pieces of me when you can't touch me."

Pedro uncapped the vial, swiped a finger across the top, brought it to his nose. Closed his eyes.

"Lavender... vanilla... jasmine..." He inhaled deeply. "Sandalwood, patchouli, coumarin. This is you."

"Had it made to my exact blend. So when you miss me..." She grinned. "Wrist, chest... wherever you want."

Pedro laughed, still emotional, cupping her cheek like memorizing this moment.

"You love me," he stated, calm but incendiary. "That's it. You love me."

Ana chuckled, wiping a tear.

"Maybe. Still deciding..." She bit her lip. "Though if you give me another orgasm or two, I might reach a firmer conclusion."

Pedro threw his head back laughing before fixing her with that look - equal parts worship and want.

They tangled together then, the scent between them, hearts laid bare. No grand declaration needed. This was love, and they knew.

Even if they didn't say it.

Yet.

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