#still in a huge need for a distraction so yeah be prepared

[hunsa-jars]

hi peeps howdy hello

[wolfiihoney]

Fair day with papa Toji

I love daddy toji and baby gumi sm!!!

Please enjoy.💖 btw this isn’t my art, all credit goes to the owner.<333

Unedited hehe

You woke up at 9 in the morning on a beautiful Saturday with a huge smile on your face.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you rolled over to Toji's side of the bed, but he was already halfway on top of you, his enormous body draped across yours.

You couldn't help but love the way he smushed you with his weight, so you whispered in his ear "Psst, Toji? Babbyyyyy, wake up.”

"Doll... what are you doing?" Toji mumbled, still half asleep.

He was used to your morning antics and secretly loved them.

You kissed his shoulder and nestled into it, wishing you could merge with his skin. Toji felt the same way about you.

"Mmm, doll," he said, flipping onto your back so that he could hover over you, his large hand gently caressing your soft face. "I'm sure it's much earlier than the time we actually need to be up on a Saturday."

He looked down at you, his sharp eyes soft with affection.

"You always wake up so early on the weekends," he said with a small smile, continuing to stroke your cheek. "I don't know how you do it."

He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment.

"You're like a little sunbeam in the morning, always so full of energy. It’s not very contagious, baby” he said “So tell me why are we up?”

You laughed at the big sleepyhead “It’s fair day! We promised Megumi we’d take him to the fair today, remember?”

Toji's sleepy smile widened as you reminded him of his promise to Megumi.

"Ah, right," he said, his eyes fully open now. "We did promise to take him to the fair, didn't we? Can't have the little troublemaker feeling disappointed."

You gave him a playful little shove on his sculpted chest, trying to maintain focus.

"Now, behave yourself," you scolded, secretly enjoying the way view he was giving, he could be quite distracting. A quick glance at his muscular form and you knew if you weren't careful, you'd never leave the bed.

“Okay toji get dressed, I’ll go wake gumi up.” You said hopping out of bed over to the lovely dresser Toji built for you. You were going through the huge dresser fiddling through the huge folded stack of underwear, underwear that Toji keeps buying. “Ugh Toji, I wish you’d stop buying me so much underwear. I can never find my comfortable ones.”

Toji chuckled from the bed, his eyes still on you as you sifted through the drawer of underwear.

"Aww, but doll, seeing you in those cute little lacy things is one of my favorite pastimes," he said, a cheeky grin on his face.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes, your fingers still digging through the pile of undergarments.

"Yeah, I know you like them, but these are too uncomfortable," you whined, holding up a particularly fancy pair of lace panties. Toji laid back on the bed, arms behind his head and completely naked, the blanket riding precariously low on his hips.

He gave you a smirk, his eyes raking over your form.

"Aww, doll, no need to wear any underwear," he said, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Daddy likes easy access anyway."

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you hurried out of the bedroom towards the bathroom.

"Toji, stop it!" you exclaimed, hands covering your flushed face.

He let out a loud laugh as you fled the room.

After composing yourself in the bathroom mirror, you emerged from the shower to find your sweet baby Megumi sitting at the table, indulging in whatever Toji had prepared for him.

"Good morning, sweetie," you greeted, giving his hair a warm ruffle.

"Hi, Mommy" Megumi replied, crumbs falling from his mouth a little as he looked up at you with a beaming smile.

You couldn't help but smile back at your mature baby. He certainly had inherited his father's laid-back demeanor, a striking contrast to your bubbly personality.

Toji patted Megumi's head affectionately as the little boy hurried to finish his breakfast.

"That's my boy," Toji said, a hint of pride in his voice. "Eat up, the fair starts in twenty minutes. We don't wanna miss out on the fun, do we?"

Megumi shook his head vigorously, a giggle escaping his lips as he shoveled the food into his mouth with increased haste.

Toji watched megumi with pride as he ate his breakfast, The family you both had built together was a testament to Toji's determination and resilience, silencing all those who once doubted him.

He looped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer for a quick kiss. That simple gesture from him filled your morning with even more warmth and joy, and you responded with a soft smile, basking in the affection he showered upon you.

—

The fair was bustling with energy as little kids ran about, their tongues stained blue from cotton candy and joyous screams filling the air. However, the day wasn't all fun and games for everyone, as the sound of a little girl crying from dropping her ice cream cone in the background (Toji laughed at her a bit)

You had, unfortunately, taken on a roller coaster ride a little too intense for your stomach, leaving you leaning against Toji and heaving into a nearby trash can.

Toji gently rubbed your back. “Are you okay, doll?” He said with a little chuckle and with a weak smile you nodded

You managed a slightly sheepish grin, "Yeah, I think I'm good," you said, still getting over the rollercoaster-induced nausea. "It was fun though… maybe I should go again!?”

Toji chuckled at your suggestion to go again, shaking his head fondly. "Maybe rest first, huh?" he replied, knowing he wanted to tell you to sit your ass down but couldn't resist the sight of your smile.

Toji's heart warmed as he heard your attempt to brush off the aftermath of the rollercoaster ride. He knew you were always the daredevil type, yet seeing you look a little green around the edges softened his heart.

Megumi on the other hand, blissfully unaware of the situation, was having a blast, running around and enjoying the fair. Toji watched his favorite little guy have the time of his life and Seeing his son so happy made Toji a little emotional, and a slight blush dusted his cheeks. Toji's heart filled with a mixture of joy and sadness as he watched Megumi running around, thoroughly enjoying the fair. Seeing his son so carefree and happy stirred up memories of his own troubled childhood. A melancholy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his eyes glassed over.

Toji couldn't help but contrast his own youth with the beautiful scene unfolding in front of him. It was a moment of bittersweet emotion, as he cherished the sight of Megumi's happiness while carrying the weight of his difficult past, and it made him slightly teary-eyed, though he tried to conceal it. You on the other hand noticed Toji's demeanor turn slightly sad and it made you worry, not wanting to ruin anyone's fun you brushed it off but only for now.

After the fun-filled fair, you were all back home, preparing for dinner. Toji was locked in a playful, totally not serious game of “tug-of-war” with Megumi over a piece of candy the little one had won earlier. As you were in the kitchen, thoughts of Toji's sudden emotional moment at the fair danced through your mind. Knowing that expressing his feelings wasn't his strongest suit and that you weren't much better, therapy was something you both attended weekly. But now, you found yourself wondering about the emotions Toji had experienced that day.

Once dinner was over and Megumi safely tucked into bed, you stepped into the living room and found Toji sitting quietly on the couch, his gaze fixated on a stuffed animal.

Toji seemed lost in thought, his eyes distant and contemplative. He didn't notice your approach at first, his mind seemingly miles away. As you stood there studying him, a mixture of curiosity and concern filled your heart.

You sat down beside Toji, your touch on his hand gentle and soothing. "Whatcha thinking about baby?" you asked quietly.

He sighed softly, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Just... how proud I am of Megumi," he confessed.

Your heart swelled with affection at his words. "He's truly amazing," you agreed, giving him a tender kiss on the cheek. "And it's all because of you," you added, acknowledging his role in Megumi's upbringing.

Toji let out a soft chuckle, his gaze fixing on you. "Nah," he replied, his smile gentle. "It's because of you."

You decided to probe further, sensing his earlier emotions. "Toji, why did you get so emotional earlier today? Is everything okay?"

Toji inhaled deeply, his eyes darting away for a brief moment before returning to your gaze. "I've told you about my childhood and seeing Megumi reminded me of how much neglect I experienced," he shared, his voice heavy with memories. You nodded, empathy etched on your face. "I know, Toji," you said gently, holding his hand as a gesture of support.

"But you're breaking that cycle," you continued, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "You're providing Megumi with love and care, and though that’s something you may have not received as a child, you're giving him the childhood you deserved."

Toji's eyes softened at your words, vulnerability flashing across his face. He looked down at your intertwined hands, the weight of your understanding sinking in.

"I never want Megumi to feel the loneliness and indifference I experienced," he admitted his voice a mixture of pain and determination. "I want him to have a family, a home, and a father that would love him no matter what. I never want him to know the emptiness I felt growing up."

As Toji's confession settled in the air, the weight of his past and the love he held for his son hung heavy between you both. Feeling a need to comfort him, you delicately moved closer, your hand still holding his.

"You're doing such a wonderful job with him," you encouraged gently. "Megumi is so lucky to have you as his father. You're giving him everything you never had, and that's what makes you an incredible dad." Toji's lips curled into a bittersweet smile as he looked at you. "I just want him to have a better life than I did," he said quietly.

You moved even closer, your presence a gentle balm to his troubled heart. "And he does," you reassured him. "He has a loving family, a stable home, and a father who cares for him deeply."

Toji's gaze shifted back to yours, his eyes reflecting a mix of vulnerability and appreciation. "You always know how to make me feel better," he murmured, squeezing your hand affectionately.

The emotional intensity began to lift a bit, replaced by a warm sense of comfort. Toji's smile softened, and he gently rubbed his thumb across the back of your hand.

He chuckled lightly then said, "You know, it's not just Megumi who's lucky. I got pretty damn lucky finding you too."

Your heart fluttered at his words, a soft smile gracing your lips. "Oh, stop it," you chided playfully, gently swatting at his shoulder.

But Toji wasn't having any of it. He pulled you closer, his free arm wrapping around your waist. "I mean it," he said, his gaze intense. "Finding you was the best thing that ever happened to me."

As the moment between you and Toji deepened, a lighthearted mood began to settle in. Toji's eyes twinkled with amusement as he tightened his arm around your waist.

"Now that Megumi's asleep," he began, his voice low and sultry, "how about you give me a little fashion show with all of those uncomfortable panties you were complaining about earlier, huh?"

“Bye Toji!” You shouted as you ran out of the living room and all you could hear was the boom of laughter coming from your crazy husband

[ghostofhyuck]

nct dream when they get caught dating! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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AN: I just imagine this as if the other dreamies caught you two dating. 

Mark Lee

You and Mark were caught when he sneaked you in their dorm but turns out they went home early. Mark is probably calm, lets out a sigh everytime one of them gets distracted by something. He explains everything to them CALMLY that yes, he has a girlfriend and you two have been together for so long. He doesn't deny that you two are dating BUT has prepared a long ass explanation on why he has to hide it. After that, the dreamies probably have connected all the dots to why one moment, Mark's personality suddenly shifted. 

Huang Renjun

I feel like Renjun got caught dating because you accidentally left some of your clothes at their dorm. The Dreamies probably investigated WHO among them are dating someone. Eventually, Renjun gives in and confesses that he is indeed dating someone. He doesn't care at all and doesn't really have any plans of keeping it, it just happened that he hasn't found the opportunity to tell them. He'll shrug it off so casually, "so what if I have a girlfriend?" lots of teasing from the dreamies probably.

Lee Jeno

When Jeno gets caught dating you, the first thing he would probably do was apologize to Dreamies. I feel like he'll be sorry for hiding it for too long, and thinks that it may come off that he doesn't trust his members with his relationship. But it's Jeno! so the Dreamies would probably brush it off and just ask him questions like, "since when?" or "when can we meet her?" Jeno would probably be all smiley as he tells them your love story. :( He then later calls you and apologizes to you too because he revealed your relationship to his members. You told him that it's okay. 

Lee Donghyuck

Haechan will give them a confused look when they jumped on him and asked him if he was dating someone. Haechan thought that he was so obvious that he has a girlfriend! He'll probably shrug it off and say something like, "You guys are so stupid, I mean I'm on my phone all day calling with someone and you still think I'm single????" probably will show off too, like he'll tell them about you and how pretty you are and how lucky he is that you're his gf lol. 

Na Jaemin

The moment Jaemin confesses to Dreamies that he is dating someone, the next day he'll ask you to come at his place. You thought that it's just another day to hangout with your boyfriend but the moment you entered the place and saw other huge shoes in front you'll be confused??? what do you mean I'm meeting your members??? Jaemin will assure you that there's nothing to worry about, they just want to meet you personally. And though at first, it was awkward, soon you get used to around them and Jaemin's has a proud smile because you get along with his members. :>

Zhong Chenle

Same case with Haechan, Chenle will just shrug it off that he's dating someone. "Yeah I'm dating someone, it's not like I need to tell you guys that too." He'll probably ask other questions about his relationship with you and has to show a picture of the two of you so that they would be convinced that he's really in a relationship. I feel like Chenle would also tell them to get a girlfriend too lmao. 

Park Jisung

It's a whole interrogation when the Dreamies learned that Jisung has a gf. Like! That's their baby, what do you mean he has a girlfriend? Out of all the Dreamies, Jisung is the most secretive out of all, so it'll be shock factor to them that he has a girlfriend. That's why Jisung would be so ANNOYED that they have to interrogate him. "See this is why I don't want to tell you guys about her." he doesn't like to entertain questions and at the same time the endless teasings are killing him jk.

[rivatar]

His Stress Relief

MDNI!🔞 based off this request!

Pairing: Aged!Up!Neteyam x fem!human!reader

W/c: 1.9k

Warnings/content: SMUT, Dub-con, p in v, cream pie, dom Neteyam, sub reader, dirty talk, cussing

A/n: I hope the anon who requested this enjoys, I didn’t know how you wanted it to go so I hope it’s okay and you like it!😩 And I hope the rest of you lovelies can enjoy too. Keep sending me requests & I love you all 💖

“Don’t go too far out, y/n!” Max shouted as you were already out the door.

It had been a stressful day for you in the lab. You had arrived on Pandora not even a full month ago. Everything was new to you, including a lot of the science they had here. You had just gotten your PhD not long before leaving for this mission and it was all you dreamed of was to work here, but now that you’re here, you found that the work was quite challenging and you didn’t like feeling stupid or behind everyone else.

After getting yelled at by another coworker for doing something wrong again, you decided you needed a break to calm your mind. You told Max you were going to take a walk right outside the facility, it wasn’t really a question for him but more so telling him where you’d be. He was a bit concerned for you as you were still new here but he knew he couldn’t stop you, nor had the time to babysit you.

The door slammed behind you. You spotted a slightly beaten path that led into the forest and decided to walk along it so that you could find your way back later on. You weren’t planning to go far of course but your racing thoughts occupied you so much it had you completely distracted.

Unbeknownst to you, a particular Na’vi had already spotted you and was following you quietly while staying tucked behind the various trees and plants of the forest.

Neteyam was out clearing his mind as well, he was also stressed like you, but his stress was due to his endless duties preparing to be Olo’eyktan soon. He noticed you and instantly became intrigued with you and decided to follow you and see what you were up to. It was something to take his mind off of his responsibilities for once.

You noticed a particularly amazing plant and crouched down to it, smiling gently. Next thing you knew a huge arm wrapped around your front and brought you back into them, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs in the process.

“What the fuck?!” You yelled in terror. You looked down and realized the arm was blue and your soul almost left your body.

“Hi, tawtute,” the creature bent down to speak in your ear.

“Please let me go!! I’m sorry for being out here! Please I’ll go back!” You pleaded and played nice while struggling against his steady hold.

“Nah. I think I’d rather keep you,” he spoke lowly and unbothered.

Fear rushed through your body like a flaming hot fire and consumed all your senses. You wanted to cry at your predicament but you had to keep your wits about you if you were gonna make it out alive.

“P-please! I’ll do anything just please let me go, I won’t tell a soul!” You pleaded some more.

He chuckled and was amused with you. “Anything?”

Confusion etched across your face. “What?”

“You said you’d do anything”

He sounded… suggestive. Or were you just going insane??

“…yeah?”

“I think I’ve got something in mind for your payment. And a way to relieve my stress”

To say your heart was beating out of your chest was an understatement.

“What do you want from me?” You cried.

“You’re not stupid, girl. You know what I want” he spoke sensually as he ran his other hand down the front of your body to cup your pussy. You gasped at the sudden sensation.

He pressed his hard bulge against your butt. “You understand now?”

You weakly nodded, fear still evident in your eyes but you were not wanting to upset him in any way by disagreeing.

Without anymore time to process this, he yanked your pants down and pushed your back forward, making you abruptly fall to your knees with your ass in the air.

You were flushed and felt exposed and vulnerable but before you could think about those feelings anymore, he suddenly ran his tongue up through your slit. You gasped at the pleasure.

“Mmm I love how your little human pussy tastes,” he groaned “much sweeter than the omatikaya girls”

He continued lapping up your juices like a starved man and you had no choice but to take it. It felt extremely good though, your hole clenched, wanting and needing attention too.

“Fucking slut. You act like you don’t want this too but your body says otherwise,” he said while prodding his thumb around your entrance. You tried to push yourself back to get the penetration you craved.

He laughed at your pathetic action. “Awww the little human needs some action? You should be thanking me” he spanked your ass hard.

You whimpered out loud and knew you were indeed being pathetic. But dammit, you were stressed and pent up too.

“Pleaseeee” you begged him shamelessly.

“Oh yeah?” He chuckled mockingly.

You backed up more, wordlessly begging him to stop torturing you. So he granted your request and plunged an entire finger in, already brushing your cervix with his long digits.

“Mmm!! More!” You moaned for him.

He groaned at the feeling of your tight, gummy walls sucking him in perfectly.

“So warm and tight… fuck” he purred.

He then plunged another digit in, marveling at how you stretched for him. He roughly sped up, deciding he wanted to watch your pussy cum on his hand.

“Cum for me” he urged you while his other hand groped your ass.

You were whimpering and moaning on the ground, feeling the pleasure wash through your body as your incoming orgasm threatened to burst.

“Can feel you squeezing. Let it go, tawtute”

And just like that, as if his sultry tone and words were all you needed to reach your peak, you came all over his working fingers with your eyes rolling back in your head. It had to be the best orgasm you’ve ever had.

“Mmm, good job sevin” he praised your shaking form, still recovering from the after shocks.

He rolled your limp body over to where you could finally see his face. He was so handsome. Your fucked out face scanned over his toned, muscular body. Every curve and edge of him was perfectly carved by Eywa herself. His body was amazing but you couldn’t believe how stunning his face was. His bright yellow eyes held so much emotion and passion in them and you held his gaze, unable to look away.

He took this opportunity to untie his loincloth rather slowly. The skimpy item of clothing fell down to the ground and just when you thought he couldn’t get anymore visually stunning, he did. His cock was huge to you but fit his body proportions perfectly. It stood up loud and proud, the tip glistening with his shimmery precum.

“I take it you like it, huh?” He asked teasingly but also meant it.

You snapped your eyes back up to him and nodded slowly. Your brain was telling you to be scared but the rest of your body was screaming at you to indulge and enjoy.

He bent back down to your recovering body. His hands reached the bottom of your shirt and tugged up on it. To your own surprise, you submitted and lifted your arms to let him take off your shirt. You did the rest by then unclipping your bra.

He leaned back on his heels and his chest quickly rose and fell at the sight of you being completely naked. His face didn’t change though, he seemed to be trained to show no emotion, though his breath quickening and precum gathering at his tip gave away his arousal to you.

He got closer to you and leaned in for a brutal kiss. His large mouth completely engulfed yours and you tried to keep up with him.

He pulled back to look into your eyes and said, “I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’re gonna be coming back and begging for more after this”

He left you no time to object this and continued the kiss. Although at this point you were sure you wouldn’t argue with him. Your body was aching for attention and relief.

He effortlessly picked you up and set your back against the grass. “Spread open for me,” he tapped your thigh.

You did as you were told and gave him complete access. He couldn’t wait to feel your tight, wet pussy around him.

He held his dick and coated it in your juices, before angling to start pushing in.

“You are soaked, little human” he said admiringly.

You were also amazed at how aroused you were, you had to admit it had been a while but also none of your previous experiences have been this erotic. Nonetheless you blushed at him stating the obvious about your neediness.

He sunk deeper and deeper, you were both making little noises of discomfort and pleasure at the tight stretch.

“Never had a Na’vi cock huh? You’re in for a treat” he smiled a bit menacingly.

You chuckled nervously, still focusing on breathing and getting through the extreme stretch.

He bottomed out and you moaned as he brushed your cervix. “Is that the spot?”

“Mhmm” you whined.

“I know, I know. Hold on tight, my little tawtute slut”

He removed himself all the way out and slammed back in, his huge balls slapping your skin.

“Fuck” he grunted.

He continued his assault on your cunt, ruthlessly pounding into you like a feral animal, giving you no time to adjust fully.

His mouth was open and relaxed in an ‘o’ as he watched your pretty face screw up in pleasure, both of you taking in the feeling.

You held onto his bulky arms that were settled on either side of you as he hovered over you.

You eyes started welling up with tears from the overwhelming sensation. You were being stuffed to your fullest capacity.

He then bent down to latch his mouth onto one of your nipples, while his other hand pulled your other one. You screamed and arched your back off the ground.

“I can’t! It’s too much!!” You squealed and he only let up so he could speak to you.

“Thought you were begging for more earlier? You’ve gotta take it now, cmon just take it like the good slut I know you are”

He then started rubbing your clit, edging you on more. “You gonna cum again? Well I’m gonna cum deep in your pussy, I got a lot and it’ll be leaking out of you for days”

He sped up his thrusts. “Maybe when it leaks out of you, it can remind you of me and you can use it to touch yourself”

His lewd words made your coil snap yet again, and your pussy convulsed around his length.

“Good lil cockslut. Take my cum now” he grunted as his thrusts got irregular and his body locked up. His cum shot deep into you and you felt it get crowded in there with his dick still inside too.

He was panting and sweating above you, his eyes half lidded and looking delirious and spent.

You both suddenly heard a distant cry, like a Na’vi calling out as communication.

His ears went up and he pulled out quickly, both of you hissing at the loss. He scrambled to tie his loincloth back on. He leaned down to your face after you sat up.

“Next time you need some na’vi cock again, come to this spot and I will answer your calling” he winked and ran off with his bow in hand, leaving you naked and vulnerable. But… also satisfied.

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[lila-lou]

✨Taking her in - Pt. 3✨

Summary: After Dean Winchester saves your life, he brings you into the safety of the bunker. As you grow older and stronger, Dean refuses to let you join the hunts, his overprotective behavior intensifying. But beneath his fierce protectiveness lies something darker—conflicted feelings he can’t face. As your 18th birthday approaches, Dean struggles to keep control, torn between his duty to protect you and emotions he’s buried for too long.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, HUGE Age Gap, Immoral, Underage Reader, Language

Word Count: 5005

A/N: English isn’t my first language, so please be lenient. 💙✨

Dean had come to the bar to blow off some steam, but the situation was becoming unbearable. The tension between you was too thick, every glance, every brush of your arm against his, setting off a chain reaction of emotions he wasn’t prepared to deal with. He needed to get away, needed to find some sort of release before he completely lost control.

As he scanned the bar, his eyes landed on a blonde at the bar. She was staring at him, her gaze lingering with interest. It was an easy out, a distraction he could lose himself in, something to take the edge off the turmoil he was feeling. Dean cleared his throat, forcing himself to focus on the present rather than the chaos inside him.

“I’m off for tonight”, Dean mumbled, not really addressing anyone in particular but loud enough for Sam and you to hear. He nodded subtly towards the blonde, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he handed Sam the keys to the Impala.

Sam raised an eyebrow, catching the drift immediately. “Alright, man”, he said, a hint of concern in his voice. “Just take it easy, yeah?”.

Dean barely heard him, his attention already shifting toward the blonde at the bar. He needed this—needed something to anchor himself, to keep his mind off you and the way you were driving him crazy without even trying.

You knew exactly what Dean was up to the moment he handed Sam the keys and nodded toward the blonde. It was like a familiar script that played out far too often over the years—Dean seeking out distractions, trying to bury whatever was eating at him in the arms of someone who could offer temporary relief. And every time, it felt like a punch to the gut, a painful reminder that no matter how close you were to him, there was a part of Dean that he kept walled off, unreachable.

As you watched him head toward the blonde, your heart sank, a familiar ache settling in your chest. You bit your tongue, forcing yourself to hold back the flood of emotions that threatened to spill over. This wasn’t new; you’d seen it before, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. You’d become good at masking the hurt, at pretending it didn’t bother you, but tonight, it was harder than usual.

Dean didn’t waste any time. It took less than three minutes for him to strike up a conversation with the blonde. From where you sat, you could see them clearly—Dean leaning in slightly, his posture relaxed, the faint smirk still playing on his lips as he spoke. The blonde responded with a light laugh, her hand reaching out to brush his bicep in a way that made your stomach churn. She was grinning up at him, clearly enjoying the attention, and Dean, ever the charmer, played right into it.

You tried to focus on something else, anything else, but your eyes kept drifting back to them, drawn like a moth to a flame. The more you watched, the more the knot in your chest tightened, the hurt you were trying to bury rising up and threatening to choke you. It wasn’t just jealousy—it was the painful realization that no matter how much you cared about Dean, he would always keep you at arm’s length when it came to his deeper feelings.

Sam noticed the change in your demeanor. He was more perceptive than most gave him credit for, and he’d seen this look on your face before—whenever Dean decided to drown his emotions in a meaningless hookup. He knew it wasn’t his place to say anything, but he also hated seeing you like this.

“You okay?”, Sam asked quietly, his voice gentle, his concern evident.

You forced a smile, but it felt thin and brittle. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just… tired, I guess”.

Sam didn’t push, but the look in his eyes told you he wasn’t entirely convinced. “You don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to. We can head back to the bunker”.

Just when you were about to answer Sam, a guy appeared at your table, cutting into the conversation with a polite smile. He was tall, with a scruffy kind of charm, and his confidence was apparent in the easy way he carried himself. His eyes flicked between you and Sam, clearly sizing up the situation. Given the visible age gap between you and Sam, he must have assumed Sam was your brother, or maybe even your dad.

“Hey”, the guy said, his voice friendly but not pushy. “Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn’t help noticing you from across the room”. His gaze settled on you, and he flashed an easygoing grin. “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to dance?”.

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden attention. For a moment, you didn’t know how to respond, your mind still tangled up in thoughts of Dean and the blonde at the bar. You glanced at Sam, who raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem overly concerned. If anything, there was a hint of encouragement in his eyes, as if he was silently telling you it might be a good idea to accept the offer.

Sam gave a slight nod, as if to say, It’s okay. You don’t have to stick around for my sake. He wasn’t pushing you, but he wasn’t stopping you either. It was your choice.

The guy, picking up on your hesitation, quickly added, “No pressure or anything. I just thought it might be fun. If not, no worries”.

You looked back at the guy, his expression genuinely open and kind, and something in you decided that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let yourself have a little fun, to try and forget about Dean for a while. Maybe, just for tonight, you could focus on something other than the ache in your chest.

“Sure”, you said, offering him a small smile. “I’d like that”.

His grin widened, and he extended a hand to you. “Great. I’m Jake, by the way”.

“(Y/N)”, you replied, taking his hand and letting him help you up from your seat.

As Jake led you toward the dance floor, you couldn’t help but steal one last glance at Dean. He was still engrossed in his conversation with the blonde, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. The sight made your chest tighten again, but you forced yourself to look away, focusing instead on the present moment.

Jake guided you into the rhythm of the song. He was a good dancer, confident without being overbearing, and he made it easy for you to relax and follow his lead. For a few moments, you managed to push away the thoughts of Dean, letting yourself get lost in the music and the carefree atmosphere.

Jake was easy to talk to, his conversation light and amusing, and you found yourself laughing more than you expected. He didn’t push for anything more, just kept the mood fun and relaxed, which was exactly what you needed. The dance floor was crowded, and as you moved together, it felt nice to be the center of someone’s attention for once, without the weight of complicated feelings hanging over you.

An hour had passed, and you had managed to push Dean out of your mind—at least for tonight. Jake was good company, his easygoing nature making it easier to forget about the knot of emotions that usually tied you up inside whenever you thought about Dean. You laughed, danced, and even flirted a little, allowing yourself to enjoy the night without the usual weight on your shoulders.

Sam had also found some company, chatting with a woman back at your table. It seemed like everyone was finding a way to unwind, to escape the constant tension that followed you all like a shadow. For the first time in a while, you felt like maybe—just maybe—you could have a night where you weren’t weighed down by the complications of your feelings for Dean.

Meanwhile, Dean was far from your thoughts—at least physically. The blonde from the bar had been more than willing to follow him to a more secluded spot, and they had ended up in one of the bar’s dingy bathroom stalls. It wasn’t the first time Dean had sought out a distraction like this, but tonight, it felt more desperate, more like he was trying to outrun something that was catching up with him.

The blonde was on her knees in front of him, her hands working at his belt as Dean leaned back against the stall door, his eyes half-closed. He was trying to lose himself in the moment, to let the sensations drown out the thoughts that had been plaguing him all week. But no matter how hard he tried to focus on the here and now, his mind kept drifting back to you.

Even with someone else’s hands on him, it was your face that flashed in his mind.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, trying to drown out the noise of the bar, the feel of the cold, cramped bathroom stall. He wanted to lose himself in the moment, to escape the thoughts that had been gnawing at him for days, but the more he tried, the harder it became. The blonde was doing everything right, but all he could see, all he could think about, was you.

It was your face that flashed in his mind, your smile, your eyes—the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. And even though he knew it was wrong, knew that he shouldn’t be doing this, he couldn’t help it. His mind kept going back to you, to the thought of what it would feel like if it was your hands on him instead.

He felt a surge of guilt wash over him, but it wasn’t enough to stop the reaction that coursed through his body. The blonde had managed to open his belt and zipper, her hands working quickly, but it wasn’t her touch that was making him hard—it was the image of you in his mind, the thought of you being the one on your knees in front of him.

Dean gritted his teeth, trying to hold onto the fantasy, trying to pretend that it was your hands, your mouth. He knew it wasn’t fair to the blonde, knew it wasn’t fair to you, but in that moment, he couldn’t stop himself. He needed this, needed the release, needed to imagine just for a second that he could have you in a way that he’d never allowed himself to consider before.

Dean’s mind clung to the image of you, the fantasy overtaking reality as he allowed himself to sink into the moment. The guilt was still there, nagging at the edges of his thoughts, but it was drowned out by the overwhelming desire coursing through him. The fantasy was so vivid, so consuming, that it pushed aside everything else.

And it worked.

His body responded instantly, the tension that had been building inside him releasing in waves as he imagined it was you in front of him, not some nameless blonde. He could almost feel your breath on his skin, your hands on him, your eyes looking up at him with that mix of trust and something deeper that you always had when you looked at him.

The release was both a relief and a torment, because even in the throes of it, he knew it wasn’t real. He knew that when it was over, he’d still be standing in a dingy bathroom stall with a woman who wasn’t you, and the feelings he’d been trying to suppress would come crashing back down on him with twice the force.

But for those few moments, he let himself believe it was you. He let himself feel what it would be like to finally give in to the desire that had been gnawing at him for so long, to finally admit to himself that what he felt for you was more than just brotherly concern. It was something deeper, something that terrified him because he knew it could change everything.

Dean’s mind was still swimming with the vivid fantasy of you as he moved mechanically, slipping his hand inside his jacket pocket to retrieve a condom. The sensation of the wrapper against his fingers brought him back to the present, grounding him just enough to focus on the task at hand. He tore the wrapper open.

Dean pulled the blonde to her feet, his hands firm yet detached as he guided her to turn around, pressing her palms flat against the cold wood of the stall door. She complied eagerly, her breath coming in quick, shallow pants as he lifted her skirt, revealing more of her to him. But even as he moved through the motions, his mind was still caught in that inescapable loop, caught between the reality in front of him and the fantasy he’d allowed himself to indulge in.

As he positioned himself behind her, his body responded automatically, driven by the release he craved. But every touch, every movement, felt like a betrayal of something deeper, something he was struggling to understand. The condom in his hand felt almost foreign, like it belonged to someone else in a different moment. He knew what he was doing—knew what this would accomplish—but the act itself felt hollow, like he was going through the motions without truly being present.

Dean took a deep breath, forcing himself to flip that internal switch, the one he’d used countless times before to detach from his emotions and just get through the moment. It wasn’t easy—not this time—but he knew he had to do it. He couldn’t afford to let his thoughts linger on you, not when he was in the middle of something like this. He needed to compartmentalize, to push aside the feelings that were threatening to overwhelm him and focus on the task at hand.

With a mechanical efficiency, he rolled on the condom, his movements precise but devoid of the usual eagerness he would have felt in a situation like this. The blonde didn’t seem to notice his hesitation, her breaths coming in soft pants as she braced herself against the stall door, completely unaware of the war raging inside him.

Dean positioned himself behind her, trying to focus on the physical sensations, trying to let the heat of the moment take over. But even as he moved, even as he tried to lose himself in the act, there was a part of him that remained distant, disconnected. The release he sought felt elusive, like a distant memory he couldn’t quite grasp.

He gripped her hips, guiding her back toward him, and with a sharp inhale, he pushed into her. The sensation was familiar, yet hollow. His body reacted out of habit, thrusting with a rhythm that should have ignited a fire, but all he felt was a dull ache in his chest.

Dean tried to focus on the physicality of it, on the heat and friction, on the sound of her breathing and the way she moaned softly, but it was no use. His mind kept drifting back to you, to the thought of what it would be like if it were you in front of him, if it were your body he was holding, your voice he was hearing.

It took everything he had to keep those thoughts at bay, to focus on the here and now, but they kept creeping back in, filling him with a sense of longing that he couldn’t shake.

As Dean struggled to maintain his focus, the blonde’s voice broke through his thoughts, her moans growing louder as she complimented him. “You’re so big”, she breathed out, the words meant to excite and encourage. For a brief moment, Dean tried to latch onto the words, to let them fuel the physical interaction and distract from the emotional turmoil inside him.

Dean clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the present, on the physical sensations he was experiencing. Her words, though initially hollow, finally broke through his mental fog. As she moaned about how big he was, something inside him snapped, and he decided to lean into the moment, to use the intensity of it to drown out the thoughts of you that kept intruding.

“Yeah?”, he growled, his voice rough and edged with something dark and desperate. He accompanied the word with a hard, deep thrust that sent her flush against the door of the stall, her palms pressing flat against the wood as she let out a sharp gasp.

The reaction spurred him on, and for a few moments, he allowed himself to get lost in the physicality of it. He gripped her hips tighter, his movements becoming more forceful, more determined to chase the release he needed. The sound of her moans, the way her body responded to his, all served to drive him forward, to help him forget—even if just for a little while—everything else that was weighing on him.

Each thrust was punctuated by a grunt, each movement aimed at pushing both of them closer to that inevitable release. For those brief moments, Dean was able to shut out the noise in his head, to focus only on the raw, primal sensations that came with it.

She responded to every movement, her moans growing louder as the pace quickened, her body moving in sync with his as she chased her own pleasure. The tension between them built rapidly, the intensity of their connection amplified by the urgency with which they were both seeking something—anything—that could provide an escape.

Dean felt himself nearing the edge, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps as he pushed harder, faster, determined to find that release that would offer at least a temporary reprieve from the chaos inside him. The pressure built within him, coiling tighter with each passing second, until finally, it snapped.

As his climax hit him, he gripped her hips tightly as he rode out the sensation, his eyes squeezing shut as he let the release wash over him, his mind blissfully blank for just a few seconds.

But as the pleasure ebbed away, the reality of the situation came crashing back down on him. The emptiness returned, more profound than before, and the guilt that had been gnawing at him from the start surged back with a vengeance. What should have been a moment of satisfaction felt hollow, meaningless, and all he could think about was how wrong it all felt.

He pulled away from her, his movements suddenly awkward and hesitant. He quickly disposed of the condom, his hands shaking slightly as he did so. The blonde, still catching her breath, turned to him with a satisfied smile, completely unaware of the turmoil that was tearing him apart inside.

Dean forced a tight-lipped smile, his mind already elsewhere as he mumbled something about needing to get back to his friends. The words felt empty, but she didn’t seem to mind. She simply nodded, fixing her clothes and giving him a casual wave before stepping out of the stall.

As the blonde stepped out of the stall, she almost collided with you. A casual chuckle escaped her lips as she steadied herself, her eyes glancing over you with mild amusement. “Careful, kid”, she muttered with a smirk, brushing past you as she made her way out of the bathroom.

You barely registered her words, your mind already processing what you were seeing. Your heart pounded in your chest as your gaze shifted from her retreating figure to the stall she had just exited. The door wasn’t closed and you caught sight of Dean.

Time seemed to slow as the two of you locked eyes.

Dean cleared his throat, the sound rough and strained as he stepped out of the stall. He was visibly uncomfortable, his eyes avoiding yours as he quickly adjusted his shirt and ran a hand through his hair, trying to regain some semblance of composure. The air between you was thick with unspoken tension, and every second that passed felt like an eternity.

He finally managed to look at you, but the usual confidence in his gaze was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a flicker of something that looked almost like shame, though he quickly masked it with a forced nonchalance. “Uh, hey”, he mumbled, his voice awkward and uneven. “I, uh… I’ll drive home with you and Sam”.

He paused, as if searching for something else to say, some way to smooth over the obvious discomfort of the situation. But nothing came. The silence was heavy, almost suffocating, and Dean shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting around the room before settling back on you.

“It, uh… it went quicker than I thought”, he added, the words tumbling out in a weak attempt to explain away what had just happened. An awkward chuckle escaped his lips, but it died almost as soon as it began, hanging in the air like a bad joke that no one wanted to acknowledge.

You swallowed hard, pushing down the swirl of emotions that had risen in your chest.

Nodding stiffly, you cleared your throat, mirroring his awkwardness. “Yeah, I’ll just… I’m just gonna pee real quick. Sam’s already ready to go”, you mumbled, not quite meeting his eyes.

Dean nodded in return, relief flickering briefly across his face. “Okay”, he said, his voice still strained. “I’ll, uh, meet you guys out there”.

You slipped into the stall next to him, the silence heavy around you as you tried to collect yourself. The encounter had shaken you more than you wanted to admit, but you knew you couldn’t let it show. You had to keep it together, at least until you were out of the bar.

After finishing up, you washed your hands and took a moment to look at yourself in the mirror. You forced a deep breath, pushing down the hurt and confusion that threatened to overwhelm you. This wasn’t the time or place to fall apart, not when Dean was just outside.

When you stepped out of the bathroom, you saw Dean walking back towards Sam, who was still engaged in conversation with Jake at your table. Sam seemed relaxed, laughing at something Jake had said, completely oblivious to the tension you and Dean were dealing with.

You approached the table, a small, forced smile on your face as you moved to say goodbye to Jake. “Thanks for the dance”, you said, your voice softer than before. Without thinking, you leaned in to give him a quick hug, hoping the simple gesture would help ground you after everything that had happened.

Jake smiled, returning the hug with a warm, friendly squeeze. “No problem”. he replied, pulling back slightly to look at you. “It was fun hanging out with you tonight”.

Just as you were about to step back, Jake hesitated, a curious expression crossing his face. “Hey, before you go… could I maybe get your number? I’d like to see you again”.

The request caught you off guard. Your mind, still reeling from the bathroom encounter, struggled to process the shift in conversation.

Dean’s eyebrows shot up slightly, and he glanced between you and Jake with a look that was a mix of doubt and surprise. He didn’t say anything, but the tension in his posture was palpable. His eyes settled on you, as if waiting to see how you would respond.

You hesitated, the weight of Dean’s gaze making it hard to think clearly. Part of you wanted to give Jake your number, to allow yourself the possibility of moving forward, of exploring something new and uncomplicated. But another part of you—the part still tangled up in your feelings for Dean—held you back.

After a brief pause, you offered Jake a small smile. “Sure”, you said, pulling out your phone. You quickly exchanged numbers, the whole interaction feeling somewhat surreal given everything else that had happened tonight.

Jake’s smile widened as he took your number, clearly pleased. “Great. I’ll give you a call sometime”.

“Yeah, sounds good”, you replied, your voice steady even as your mind buzzed with conflicting emotions.

With that, you turned back to Sam and Dean, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on you. The three of you made your way out of the bar.

The walk to the Impala felt heavy with unspoken tension. Sam was still talking, something about the last hunt, but his words were background noise compared to the whirlwind of thoughts spinning in your mind. You could feel Dean’s presence behind you, the weight of his gaze like a physical force even though you hadn’t exchanged a single word since leaving the bar.

When you reached the car, you slid into the back seat without thinking, leaving Sam to take the front passenger side. Dean got behind the wheel, his movements stiff, and started the engine. The familiar rumble of the Impala filled the air, a comforting sound that usually brought you some sense of peace. But tonight, it did little to ease the tightness in your chest.

As the car pulled out of the parking lot, the silence between the three of you grew more pronounced. Sam eventually trailed off mid-sentence, realizing that neither you nor Dean were engaging. The only sound was the low hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio.

Eventually Dean’s eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, catching your reflection as you stared out the window, lost in thought. He cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone casual even though the question was burning inside him. “So, who was that guy? Jake, right?”, he asked, his voice carefully neutral.

You turned your gaze from the window to the back of Dean’s head, surprised by the question. His tone was nonchalant, but there was an underlying tension that you couldn’t quite place. “Just a guy I danced with”, you replied, trying to match his casual tone. “We exchanged numbers. No big deal”.

Dean’s grip on the steering wheel tightened imperceptibly, though you didn’t notice. “Hmm”, was all he said, but his mind was racing. He couldn’t help the surge of jealousy that bubbled up inside him, a bitter taste in his mouth at the thought of you with someone else. He knew he had no right to feel that way, but it didn’t stop the emotions from churning in his gut.

Sam, sensing the tension but not fully understanding its source, glanced between the two of you. “Jake seemed like a decent guy”, he offered, trying to ease the awkwardness. “He was pretty chill”.

“Yeah”, you replied, your voice distant. “He was nice”.

Dean’s eyes flicked back to the rearview mirror, watching you intently. He couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that had settled over him since Jake asked for your number. It wasn’t just the jealousy—though that was certainly a part of it—it was the realization that he might be losing you to someone else, someone who wasn’t tangled up in all the mess that he was. Someone who could offer you the normalcy that he never could. Someone your age.

“Are you planning on seeing him again?”, Dean asked.

You hesitated, sensing the shift in his tone. “I don’t know. Maybe”, you answered honestly, still unsure yourself. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, and you hadn’t really had time to process any of it, let alone make decisions about Jake.

Dean didn’t respond, his jaw tightening as he focused on the road ahead. The rest of the drive back to the bunker was steeped in silence, the air thick with unresolved tension. You could feel Dean’s eyes on you every now and then through the mirror, but you avoided meeting his gaze, unsure of what you’d find there.

When you finally pulled into the bunker’s garage, the tension in the car was almost unbearable. Sam was the first to speak, breaking the silence with a yawn. “I’m beat. I think I’m gonna crash”, he said, clearly unaware of the storm brewing between you and Dean.

You nodded, barely hearing Sam’s words as you unbuckled your seatbelt and slid out of the car. Dean lingered for a moment, watching you closely as you headed towards the bunker’s entrance. He could feel the distance growing between you, and it terrified him.

As you reached the door, you paused, finally turning to look at Dean. There was something in your eyes—hurt, confusion, maybe even anger—that made his chest tighten. He wanted to say something, to bridge the gap that had formed between you, but the words wouldn’t come.

“Goodnight, Dean”, you said softly, your voice carrying a weight of finality that made his stomach drop.

“Goodnight, (Y/N)”, he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

You turned and walked into the bunker, leaving Dean standing in the garage, his mind racing with everything he should have said, everything he wished he could take back. As the door closed behind you, he was left alone with his thoughts, the reality of the situation sinking in.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Part 4

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 [𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍]

PAIRINGS — James Wilson x fem!Reader

SUMMARY — James has a huge crush on his labmate, the only question is how long will it take him to ask her out? (Answer: it's longer than you think)

WARNINGS — cancer mentions, patient death from cancer, drugs, alcohol (don't be mistaken this fic is tooth-rotting fluff)

NOTE — Okay this fic has come up from my compulsory need to elaborate on anything Canadian so if you ever wanted to see James at McGill, this fic is most definitely for you! Also I guess it's indirectly mentioned that reader was raised in Quebec, but obviously doesn't have to be "Quebecois" for this to work

Pronounciation — Jian = Chyehn

James chewed on the inside of his cheek as he walked up to the Stewart Biological Sciences Building on McGill campus. For some reason, it was so much more intimidating now that he was actually a student. During the tour he had his mother’s reassuring hand on his back, his father’s words of comfort that he would most definitely be accepted when he applied. 

Now that he had made it, he had to prove he belonged, but it could have been worse. His friends at Harvard and the University of Toronto had told him so. He was getting the best of both worlds, a prestigious school and, hopefully, not as much pressure as the rest of them. 

Without loitering any longer, he made his way inside and looked around to find the right lecture hall. It couldn’t possibly be that hard, could it?

After his first semester James had realized he’d made a few mistakes. One was living in a French speaking part of town without knowing a lick of the language, but that one was the easiest to deal with. The others were more in the realm of the amount of sleep he was getting and underestimating how much content the professors could shove down their throats in 14 weeks. 

He was more than happy to return to New Jersey for the holiday break to rest and recuperate before going back to the winter wonderland hell that was Montreal, but this time he was confident he would be more prepared. 

And for the most part, he was. He got enough sleep, partied responsibly (except Fridays, he partied hard then), always submitted his work on time and maintained his good GPA, making up for his poor fall semester. What he didn’t expect, however, was a distraction. 

When you walked into the room James watched you curiously, he thought maybe he’d seen you somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it. Besides, you were much more interesting than watching his sample boil for another five minutes. 

You came and took a seat next to him, taking out your safety goggles and lab notebook from your bag before shoving it under the table. 

“You’re sample’s boiling over,” you said, but James didn’t register you were talking to him at first, still looking at you in a slightly dazed manner before you physically pointed to the beaker, making his eyes go wide as he frantically turned down the heat and removed it. 

“It’s a wonder you passed the lab safely quiz,” you teased and James blushed. 

“Good thing I don’t want to be a chemist.” 

“Oh, and what do you want to be then?” you asked, preparing your own sample for boiling. 

“A doctor,” he shared with a little more confidence. 

“Any specialty in mind or just a doctor,” you said, doing air quotes over the word. 

“I’ve been shadowing some of the researchers in the Life Sciences Research Complex and I think oncology might be a good fit for me.” 

“Yeah, as long as you don’t have to boil cancer cells you should be fine,” you assured him. 

“What about you?” he rolled on the balls of his feet as he continued his experiment. “Or are you all talk?” 

“Pfft, you think I’d be here if I was all talk?” you asked. “No, I want to be a medical researcher.” 

“Maybe you should do some shadowing in the LSRC then.” 

“No thanks, I think I’ll stick to my job there.” 

“Your job?” James looked at your wish surprise. “Aren’t you like 18?” 

“Almost,” you smiled. 

“How did you manage to get a job there? They barely let undergraduates in the labs, let alone be responsible for anything.” 

“It’s nothing fancy,” you assured him. “I just do cataloguing for now, but it's a good experience.” 

“Still,” he raised his brows, “you must be like a prodigy or something.” 

“Again, no,” you shook your head. “Just someone who goes after what she wants.” 

There was a comfortable pause where you both took down your distillation set ups and began working on the filtration portion of the experiment. 

“So what’s your name, anyways?” you asked, looking over at him. “Hey, look, clamp it this way,” you demonstrated and he followed your lead, seeing how much more stable the glassware was afterwards. 

“Thanks,” he smiled. “I’m James.” 

You told him your name and continued your work again in silence.

Chemistry labs quickly became the favourite part of James’ week. 

Ever since that lab, James began to see you in all his classes. On more than a few occasions, he’d had to steal notes from his friends on account of forgetting to pay attention. It became an easy thing to tease him about, so his friends began calling him heart-eyes, because who was he kidding, he had a crush. 

“Get your head out of your ass, heart-eyes, I am not giving you my notes again,” his friend, Carlo, shoved his arm and whispered harshly as he could see him getting distracted. 

“Sorry,” James shook his head and began scribbling down what he had missed, his eyes darting back and forth from the board and back to you. 

“Why don’t you just ask her out?” Pierre asked him after class. “Don’t you talk all the time in the lab?” 

“More like I stare at her and she says stuff to make it not awkward,” he cringed at his own actions. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Every time I’m with her I can’t string together a sentence, and– Jesus Christ you should have seen my face last week! Full on red, like I can’t even be subtle about it!” 

“Yikes,” Jian grimaced. 

“It’s bad, I know,” James assured. 

“And this is why we call you heart-eyes,” Carlo patted James on the back. 

“Yeah, say it a little louder, maybe she’ll hear you,” James said sarcastically. 

“Who’ll hear you?” the group of boys heard a voice behind them and all their eyes went wide as they spun around and saw you. 

“No one!” Jian was quick to answer in the least nonchalant way possible, making the rest of the group, especially James, stare daggers at him. 

“It’s not no one,” Carlo attempted to save face. “Just… this girl back in uh New Jersey that James’ got the hots for,” he gained confidence with every word of the sentence before adorning a smug smile on his face and patting James yet again on the back. 

“You’re afraid a girl in New Jersey will hear you?” you looked curiously at James but he just stared blankly at you. “So you call him heart-eyes?” you instead turned your attention to his friends and they nodded. “That’s cute, maybe I’ll call you that too.” 

“Sure,” was all a red faced James could get out before you excused yourself to head over to work. 

Pierre was trying very hard to keep a straight face while you walked away and James slapped both Carlo and Jian upside the head. 

“What the hell was that! Could you not have been more obvious, Jian? And Carlo, a girl back in New Jersey? Now she thinks I’m pining for someone else!” 

“On the plus side, maybe she’ll think all your blushing around her is a circulation issue,” Pierre shrugged. 

“You guys are the worst,” James shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets, continuing to walk along the path to one of the libraries. 

“No, we just saved your ass,” Carlo caught up with him. “However terribly, but if we didn’t say anything you would have stared at her with your mouth open like a trout.” 

“Carlo does have a point,” Jian agreed, “At least we bought you a little time to get your act together.” 

James sighed, “You guys have too much faith in me.”

“You said that when I started to teach you French and you’ve come a long way with that,” Pierre said. 

“Yeah, sure I went from saying nothing to being able to say Je m'appelle James et je ne parle pas français.” 

“And what a handy sentence that is when you don’t speak French!” Pierre grinned and James couldn’t help but chuckle and shake his head. 

“Okay, I’ll try and get my act together and ask her out…and learn more French.” 

“That’s the spirit!” Carlo patted his back. “Now let’s go get a drink and relax.” 

“Maybe after we study for our physics midterm?” James nudged his friend and Jian nodded his head in agreement. 

“Fine, I guess if we have to,” Carlo sighed. 

“Not everyone is naturally good at kinematics, Carlo. Take pity on us mere mortals who have to study,” Pierre responded, eliciting a chuckle from his buddies. 

James was quiet as he thought to himself. If he could get a B on this physics test, maybe there was hope for him getting his act together after all.

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Summer break rolled around faster than James had expected. While Jian went back to Richmond, Pierre over to Quebec City, and Carlo to Chicago, James was left alone in Montreal, working to help pay his tuition for the next year. Being an international student was no joke. 

He would have gone back to New Jersey, but the positions he applied to in Montreal paid more so it wasn’t a hard decision to make. 

His parents would come visit him for some time in July, but for the most part he was alone. 

On late nights, he’d make his way to the McDonald’s in the neighbourhood, not knowing enough French to go anywhere else nearby. At least there, most of them spoke enough English to take his order, and if not it was really easy to point to the menu. 

“It’s already done?” he asked. 

“Give us some credit, hein. We knew you were coming, we had it ready.” 

James chuckled and handed him the money for the order, exchanging it for the bag which he took to a table and sat down. 

As he was pulling out his fries from his bag he heard the chime of the door and looked up curiously to see who was coming at this time of night. 

He stopped what he was doing when he recognized you, watching as you dug through your purse and spoke to the cashier in French. You both laughed about something James couldn’t quite catch and a little while later, after you had paid they handed you a bag and an ice cream cone when James heard you say something about ‘deux cuillères’ taking the utensils they gave you and turing straight towards James’ table, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down. 

“I thought you lived in New Jersey,” you said. 

James was still stunned that you had noticed him and couldn’t find the words to speak. 

“Hey, heart-eyes?” you waved your hand in front of his face. “You okay?” 

“Y-Yeah,” he nodded, distracting himself by pulling out his burger from his bag. 

“So why aren’t you in Jersey?” you asked. 

“Work. I got a job here, it paid better.” 

“Hmm,” you hummed thoughtfully while eating some of your fries. “And all your friends?” 

“Back with their families, unfortunately for me,” he nodded. “W-What about you?” 

“Oh, I live here,” you shrugged. “In this neighbourhood actually.” 

“You live here?” he asked. 

“That’s what I said,” you nodded. 

“And so that’s how you know French?” 

“Every kid in Quebec learns French, it’s kind of a non-negotiable,” you shared. “I gather that’s why you’re eating here.” 

“Yeah, Pierre didn’t manage to teach me enough before he left,” he sighed and started to eat his meal. 

“I could teach you if you want. I’m taking a little break this summer so I have some spare time,” you offered. 

“Oh, I don’t want to-,” 

“James, you’re gonna have a shitty summer if you don’t say yes.”

He couldn’t argue with that, it would be nice to communicate more with the people who lived around him. 

“Okay, sure, but I’m warning you, I’m a terrible student.” 

“I used to tutor one of my siblings, trust me it can’t be worse than that,” you laughed. 

You chatted a little more, finishing your meals but not before you handed James a spoon. 

“So this is cuillère then?” he asked. “I-I overheard you talking to Jean.” 

“Yeah, your pronunciation isn’t bad either,” you nodded. “Here.” 

You pushed the ice cream cone between you and began to eat it with the spoon. James had a bit of a sweet tooth and wouldn’t be one to refuse dessert so he began to share the ice cream cone with you. 

“So, are you missing your girl in New Jersey?” you asked and James cursed internally, trying to come up with a lie to tell you. 

“Um, no not really,” he shook his head. “I don’t think we would have worked out anyways.” 

“Oh, so are your friends still calling you heart-eyes?” 

He nodded his head, thinking it was better not to say anything in case he gave himself away. 

“It’s good that you recognized you wouldn’t work out before you asked her out,” you said, “Couple guys wanted to go on dates with me this year, but just didn’t seem like the right fit. Plus, I don’t really think I’m looking for anything like that right now.”

James nodded his head again, silently eating the ice cream. 

“Ever been in love, James?” you asked. 

“That’s a really loaded question to ask someone you cornered in a McDonald’s at 11 P.M.” 

You ignored his response and continued, 

“I haven’t, it seems like such a big thing, how would you even know if it was love?” 

James looked up at the ceiling, silently asking God to not let him say something stupid, 

“I think most of the time it comes on gradually, maybe you won’t even know it at first.” 

“So you have been in love,” you confirmed and he shrugged his shoulders. 

“I…I don’t know. Maybe I have.” 

“That’s not a very straightforward answer.” 

“Then maybe I haven’t. I feel like if it was love, you’d figure it out, eventually.” 

You pursed your lips and nodded your head. 

“I hope I get to fall in love,” you smiled softly to yourself. “Seems nice.” 

“Yeah,” James agreed. “It does.” 

—

A few years later… 

“So how did it go?” Jian asked, as they sat around James’ small living room. 

“It…could have been better,” James sucked in some air through his teeth, recalling a recent memory from earlier that afternoon. 

“What the fuck James! You scared the shit out of me! I could have broken the hemocytometer, do you know how much that shit costs?!” 

“Sorry!” James quickly apologized and dropped his books down on the nearest surface to help you clean up, making you look up again at him with disdain. 

“In the BSC? Really? Now we have to resterilize and all the specimens I have in there are as good as compromised.” 

“Shit,” James muttered under his breath, he was usually so much better in the lab, but the second he was with you he became a bumbling mess. “I-I’ll take care of the BSC, I’m so sorry.” 

You sighed and removed your gloves, pinching the bridge of your nose. 

“It’s not just boiling water we’re dealing with anymore, James,” you said a little more calmly than before. “You’ve gotta be more careful, okay? I’m not losing my job over this.” 

James nodded his head and went to grab the things to sterilize the biological safety cabinet and grab the new specimen from the fridge. So much for trying to get a job at LSRC to impress you. 

“I was not built to be a researcher,” James shook his head. 

“I mean, it’s not that big of a screw up, you fixed it eventually, didn’t you?” Pierre asked.

“Yeah, but not until after a thorough amount of embarrassment.” 

“I thought girls found clumsy guys endearing,” Carlo commented. 

“Not when the girl is determined to become the leading medical researcher on the continent,” James sighed. “Maybe taking this job was a bad idea. From what I can see she hasn’t even changed her opinion on dating, she hasn’t been with anyone these past three years.” 

“Do you hear that?” Carlo removed his feet from the coffee table and placed them on the ground. “You’ve been in love with her for three years and haven’t done anything about it.” 

“Who said I was in love with her? And sure, maybe I haven’t made a move, but I learnt French!” James tried to defend himself, pointing to Pierre. 

“That’s not as good of a comeback as you think it is,” Pierre shook his head. 

“I know,” James hung his head low and sat on the couch between Pierre and Jian. “We’re gonna graduate in a year and she’s not gonna know I’m in love with her.” 

“So you are in love with her?” Jian looked over at his friend sympathetically. 

James leaned back and used the heels of his palms to cover his eyes. 

“He’s gonna have a meltdown, don’t ask him that,” Pierre shook his head. 

“God, I do love her!” he exclaimed like he was just finding it out for the first time himself. 

“What did I say,” Pierre sighed. 

“Can I make it stop?” James looked over at his friends who all shrugged. “I am so screwed.” 

“This time, I think we agree with you,” Carlo took a sip of his drink. “Good luck, man.” 

James squeezed his eyes shut, he would definitely need it. 

—

The year passed to graduation and James was still sitting on his feelings. It was much too late now to say anything. You’d already been accepted to a graduate program through your work with the LSRC and James had passed his MCAT with flying colours and was on his way to medical school at Columbia. 

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he was going to miss Montreal, the city had grown on him during his time there and a part of him wished he could stay. 

His friends were also ready for the next stages in their studies, all going to different places across the continent to get their other degrees, with, of course, the promise to stay in touch. 

James didn’t know what the next little bit of his life had in store for him, but he hoped regardless of where he ended up, maybe he’d be able to make up for his missed opportunities. 

The years of medical school, once started, passed faster than James expected them to, and by the end of it, much to his own surprise, he’d also gotten married. 

You were almost all but forgotten in the back of his mind, but time continued to play its games. 

Medical school turned into a specialization in oncology, and a divorce. Then residency and a marriage. Then a second divorce. Then another marriage and more recently a position at a hospital in his hometown, on the board and a well respected oncologist and a few new friends…and a third divorce. 

“House, I’m not asking you to let them all sleep in your apartment, it’s just a dinner for one night, we’ll be out and about for the rest of the time that they’re here,” James sighed. 

“Can’t you just cancel?” House asked. “Divorce seems like a pretty good reason to get out of a reunion.” 

“See, the thing is, I’d rather not be miserable and see my friends instead, and they bought their tickets months ago. Please, House, I’ll do the dishes for a week.” 

“A month,” House said. 

“Two weeks,” James negotiated and House nodded, so they shook on it. 

“Good, now that I’ve done you a favour, you can do me one,” House smiled, but the kind of smile that was conniving, like he had something up his sleeve all along. 

“I paid you in chores for my favour, who says I owe you anything?” 

“Unless you want me to call your friends and cancel for you, you’ll do it,” House continued to walk the hospital’s hallways hobbling with his cane. 

“What is it?” James sighed, catching up with him. 

“We have a patient and he doesn’t speak very good English, but he does speak French. You went to McGill didn’t you? Must have picked up some of the love language.” 

“Unfortunately for me in this case, I did,” he nodded. 

“Perfect, come with me now,” House motioned with his head to the patient’s room and James trailed behind him. 

When he entered the room, House motioned for him to begin speaking. James hadn’t spoken a lot of French since his undergrad so he was definitely rusty, but he supposed it was better than nothing and began to explain that he would be helping with the translation.

“Erm, Bonjour, je suis Dr. Wilson, je vais aider Dr. House avec la traduction.” 

The man looked at James strangely before saying. 

“You’re an anglophone, but you speak French like you’re Quebecois.” 

“I um did my undergraduate in Montreal, I learnt how to speak there,” James responded back in French. 

“Hmm.” 

James could tell this wasn’t going to be fun. Some of the French held quite a bit of hate towards Quebec, who knew why, but his accent definitely wasn’t going to help him in this situation. 

House got James to ask some routine medical history questions and a few things about his symptoms all the while James had to filter out all the insults that were coming his way with regards to his “poor use of language” and “unintelligible accent”. 

When he could finally leave the room, James let out a string of French curses under his breath, still thinking in the other language. 

“House, why can’t you just get a proper translator?” he asked. “I’m terrible at this.” 

“Cuddy said something about making a big purchase recently and being currently unable to do so, especially since you put that you speak French in your resume. Bet you’re regretting that one now.” 

“Yeah,” James nodded his head. “Big time.” 

They began to walk towards the elevator to go to the cafeteria for lunch, when James decided to inquire more about Cuddy’s big purchase. 

“Oh, she said something about money this, medical research that,” House shook his head, “You know I stopped listening the second she wouldn’t give me what I wanted.” 

“She hired a medical researcher,” James said aloud, chewing on the words, “I wonder who she-,” 

His train of thought was cut off when he saw, near the elevator, a face he hadn’t seen since graduation day at McGill. 

Quickly, unable to think of anything else to do, he ran into the administrative area and hid crouched down behind a photocopier. 

House watched his friend curiously before walking over towards him and leaning against the copier asked him if he’d gone insane. 

“No, I just, um, remembered I needed to copy some patient files,” he lied. 

“You don’t have any with you,” House said. 

“I faxed them from my office,” he lied again. 

“I think I need to go get Foreman, clearly you’re having a neurological breakdown,” House said. 

“Can you just stop making it obvious I’m here?!” James exclaimed in a whisper. 

Unfortunately for him, as you were walking past, his harsh whisper made his location obvious, causing you to look down and see his familiar face. 

“Oh my God, heart-eyes, is that you?” you asked with a smile and James pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded. “What are you doing down there?” 

James became speechless and suddenly he was an eighteen-year-old back in his chemistry lab. 

“He’s checking to see if we need more toner,” House said, lying for his friend, but James knew that was all he would get out of him. “Well, that’s my cue to leave, you guys have fun.” 

You reached down and offered James a hand, helping him back into a standing position. 

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” you commented. “Like since we were-,” 

“22,” James filled in and you nodded. 

“Yeah,” you bit your lip before asking him how he had been. 

“Oh, you know,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I-I’m assuming you’re the medical researcher Cuddy hired?” 

“That would be correct,” you smiled. 

“Why did you choose to work here? I thought you were some big hotshot in Canada?” 

“I am a big hotshot, which is why I wanted to come to a teaching hospital. I thought maybe it would give more opportunities to teach other people what I know. It’s a win-win. I get to do what I want to and the hospital gets grant money from my research,” you explained. “It looks like you got where you wanted to be too, Mr. Oncologist.” 

“Actually it’s Dr. Oncologist,” he joked and you laughed, making his cheeks go red after hearing the sound.

“I missed having you around, James. We should catch up sometime,” you suggested. 

“Yeah sure,” he nodded. “I-I’d love that.” 

You excused yourself, needing to go introduce yourself to a class of medical students, waving goodbye to James, leaving him stuck in his tracks for a few moments before he could gather his senses again and head downstairs for lunch. 

—

“We could have rescheduled if this was too much, man,” Carlo watched James as he brought a large roast to the table for them to eat. 

“See? What did I tell you,” House rolled his eyes and James gave him a disapproving stare. 

“No, I wanted you guys to come, we’ve been planning this for months. I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of it,” he assured his friends. “Plus, we know how hard it is to nail down Pierre, I swear you are always travelling. Every time we talk you’re in a different country.” 

“That’s the life of a parasitologist,” he shrugged and helped James by beginning to cut the roast. 

“And Jian, how’s the wife and kids?” 

“They’re good,” Jian smiled. “Mei started first grade in September. Becky and I are both up for promotions at the hospital, so I can’t really complain. Although I think Carlo can.” 

“Seriously it’s not that big of a deal,” Carlo groaned, “Sure yeah, pharmaceuticals are more flashy than biophysics, but that doesn’t mean that my research wasn’t better.” 

“Well if it was better why did William get the award?” James asked and Carlo just flipped him the bird. 

“Didn’t we go to school with him?” Pierre asked. 

“We did?” James raised a brow. 

“Yeah, for a year, from Toronto, huge stoner. Hated being there and did literally no work, but still managed to get honours,” Jian explained. 

“Sounds like my kinda guy,” House commented and James rolled his eyes. 

Just as they continued to dish out dinner, House’s pager went off and he sighed, excusing himself from the table while practically threatening James to leave him some food. 

When House left, James’ friends saw their opening and began their personal line of questioning. 

“Hey, James, are you really okay?” Jian asked. 

“Why wouldn’t I be okay?” James asked in return. 

“You’re getting a divorce,” Pierre said. “Seems like a pretty good reason to not be okay.” 

James shook his head, 

“Yeah sure, it’s a shitty situation,” he admitted. “Did I imagine myself at this point in my life with three failed marriages? No, definitely not. Can I do anything to change it? Also no, and right now I really wouldn’t want to change it.” 

“Can we ask what happened?” Carlo queried. 

“She cheated on me, then left me,” James said simply. 

“Forgive me,” Pierre said. “But you seemed a lot more upset when we talked over the phone last week. What changed?” 

James looked down at his plate and cut into his roast, thinking about what Pierre had said. It was true, even earlier today he was sulking about, that was until he ran into you. 

“I swear,” James started, “if you guys make a big deal about this I will murder you all,” he used his knife to point at all of them and they nodded, swearing their silence. “I’ve got heart-eyes again.” 

“You met someone new?” Jian asked and Carlo shook his head. 

“No, he re-met someone old. Tell me, did your hospital recently hire a medical researcher?” 

James nodded his head and the table was about to erupt into a loud chorus of comments when James gave them a look and they all restrained themselves. 

“James, I’m being dead serious when I say this, but you should have married her,” Pierre insisted. “I never saw you look at anyone else the way you looked at her.” 

“Probably explains the three divorces then, doesn’t it? I was still in love with her the whole time,” James sighed. “It’s going to come up eventually, seems like a pretty big indicator that I’m not good at relationships.” 

“Who knows, maybe she won’t care,” Jian offered. 

“What was it like when you saw her again?” Carlo asked, looking for any opportunity to tease his friend. 

“How do you think it was? I could barely talk, I was a nervous wreck, and blushing like crazy,” he shook his head at the thought of it. “I could literally feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I feel like a middle school girl every time I’m near her.”

“Who knows, maybe she still thinks you have circulation issues,” Jian shrugged and the table laughed. 

“What I would give to stay here and watch this play out,” Carlo sighed and leaned back in his seat. 

“Knowing James, you’d have to be here for ten years before he made a move on her,” Pierre raised a brow and James threw a piece of potato at him. 

“If you ever do get the guts to ask her out, call us. We’ve made bets on this,” Carlo added. 

“Real comforting, guys,” James ate a bite of the roast. “I thought this was supposed to be my pity party.” 

“Not anymore,” Jian shook his head. “You’ve got heart-eyes.” 

This time around, James thought maybe he didn’t mind the nickname as much as he used to. 

—

“I would think they’d get you your own office at this point,” James commented as he entered his office, seeing you sitting at his desk, eating a pre-packed lunch. 

“Beats me,” you shrugged and continued to eat. 

“So you’ve decided that invading my office is your next best bet?” 

“Oh hush,” you waved him off with your fork. 

“Well, excuse me for wanting to come to a safe place after being verbally assaulted by House’s patient,” he sat on the opposite side of the desk and leaned back in the chair. 

“Verbally assaulted?” you asked. “By a patient who isn’t even your own?” 

“He doesn’t like the way I speak French,” James rolled his eyes. “I’m translating while they’re treating him since the department used all its money hiring you.” 

“What can I say, hotshots cost a lot of money.” 

“You know, you could do the translation, probably much better than I can,” he noted. 

“I could, but you probably need the practice more than I do, chèri,” you scrunched your nose in a cute mocking way and James could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks yet again. “You still keeping up with that posse of yours?” you asked, changing the subject. 

“Yeah, they all flew in to visit a few days ago, we’re gonna go out tonight,” he said. “Do you…maybe want to join us?” he suggested. 

“I don’t have plans, as long as they’re okay with it I’d love to come,” you smiled. 

“Oh trust me, they will definitely be okay with it.” 

—

Later that night, James was drinking deeply from his glass while he watched his friends stare blankly ahead at you. If he looked anything like they did all those times his words were caught in his throat, then he hoped to spontaneously combust right then and there. 

“Heart-eyes, I thought you said they were okay with me coming?” you leaned over and whispered to him. 

James put down his glass and nodded his head. 

“They are okay with it, right?” 

Snapping out of their daze, the three men nodded their heads and finally began professing assurances that everything was fine. 

“It’s just… you said James invited you?” Jian asked with furrowed bows. 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “He mentioned you guys were in town and getting together tonight and asked me if I wanted to join.” 

James bit down on his tongue trying not to say anything, but also gave his friends a look to shut up before they gave anything away. He knew what was running through their minds, they were wondering how the hell he’d gotten the guts to ask you to come, but there was one fundamental difference between tonight and any other time he could have possibly asked you. This wasn’t a date, therefore, there was no pressure. 

“Maybe you could tell them what you’ve been up to since they last saw you?” James suggested. 

“Oh, um, well, I got my master’s degree and doctorate at McGill, both for research in cancer biology-,” 

“Cancer biology?” Pierre interrupted. “I don’t remember you mentioning you were interested in that.” 

“I-I wasn’t initially,” you admitted. “Just after spending more time in the LSRC and a few other irrelevant things I decided it was the best fit for me to focus on.” 

“You and heart-eyes make a pretty good pair then,” Carlo raised his eyebrows suggestively and took a sip of his drink. 

“I guess we do,” you chuckled. “As long as he leaves the research to me. We all know what he’s like in the lab.” 

“I resent that,” James protested only before saying, “but I do deserve it.” 

“It’s a miracle he hasn’t had a medical malpractice suit,” Pierre added. 

You asked the boys about where their various careers had taken them and how they were each doing. The conversation stayed pretty normal until the topic changed to relationships, starting with Jian’s wife and family back in Vancouver and Pierre’s husband who was currently in Australia doing research on some massive insect. 

“What about you Carlo?” you asked. “Anyone special in your life?” 

“Nah,” he waved his hand. 

“What about the mom of the kid who pet sits for you?” Jian asked. 

“That kid charges me per animal, per size. If I were to date his mom he’d probably charge me for dating her too, and I don’t think I can afford his price,” he shook his head and the table laughed. 

“James, you’ve been quiet,” you said. “Nothing to share?” 

James nervously took a sip of his drink and looked over at his friends for help. 

“James hasn’t had the best luck in love,” Pierre settled on. 

“Oh, haven’t found anybody, that’s not a big deal,” you assured him. “I haven’t either.” 

“Well,” Carlo said in a high-pitched voice. “It’s not exactly that he hasn’t found anybody.” 

“So there’s someone-?” 

“I’m divorced,” James blurted. “Three times. Or soon to be three anyway.” 

“Oh,” you paused and tried to think of the right thing to say, but for the moment settled on nothing while Pierre changed the subject. 

After the visit was over, James offered to walk you to your car and you accepted. The walk started off in silence, but you decided to break it. 

“You know, I hope you find the right person eventually,” you said. “It’s unfortunate things didn’t work out three times.” 

“Yeah,” James nodded in agreement. “I-um, do you ever think about that conversation we had, in the McDonald’s by my apartment?” 

“Sometimes I do,” you admitted. 

“Looking back on that, I wonder if we ever really loved each other. If we did this probably wouldn’t have happened. We would have fixed things, worked on ourselves instead of just…giving up.” 

“So I guess you still haven’t fallen in love yet?” you asked, but he stayed silent. “Whoever it is, I’m sure things will find a way to work out for you.”

“The moment may have passed on that,” he said with his hands shoved in his pockets and looking down at the ground. 

“You never know, James. Sometimes life has a funny way of surprising you.” 

—

James watched as his colleagues and a few of the students from the university left the lecture hall while he continued to sit in his seat, watching you walk up towards him. 

“Don’t you have patients or something?” you asked. “You’re at all of my lectures.” 

“Doesn’t it seem appropriate for an oncologist to attend a cancer biology lecture?” he asked as you sat down next to him. 

“I suppose so,” you sighed. “Doesn’t explain why you weren’t taking notes though.” 

James looked down at his empty hands and cursed a little internally. 

“It’s okay,” you assured him. “I don’t mind the staring, it reminds me of school.” 

“You noticed?” he asked. 

“You weren’t very subtle,” you chuckled. 

“Yeah, not one of my strong suits,” he blushed, embarrassed. 

“Do you wanna go grab lunch before your break is over?” you asked and James nodded, standing up and offering you a hand to get out of your seat. 

You went to the cafeteria, running into his friend House who managed to get his food paid for by James, yet again, before leaving to go back up to his office and work on another differential diagnosis with his employees. 

“Did all the guys get back home safe after their trip?” you asked, digging into your food. 

“Carlo and Jian are back home, Pierre went to go be with Ollie in Australia.”

“It must be hard not living near them.” 

James sighed and nodded his head. “It’s a balance. When they’re being annoying, it’s great that they don’t live here and when they’re not, it sucks.” 

“Spoken like a true friend,” you chuckled. 

“What about you? Do you still keep in touch with people from school? During any of your degrees?” 

“Not really,” you shook your head. “After my undergrad I became so laser focused on my school I didn’t pay attention to relationships that much outside of my family. Starting to regret it a bit now.” 

“Kind of hard to have a good conversation with cancer cells,” James said sarcastically and you shook your head. “Do you like it in New Jersey so far?” 

“Not as much as back home,” you admitted, “but it is nice to have a friend here.”

“Yeah, Jersey is…an acquired taste,” he settled on, making you laugh, but your laughter was cut off by the sound of his pager, and he looked down to see what the message was before quickly standing up. “Sorry, I have to-,” 

“Don’t worry,” you assured him. “I’ll pack up your food and bring it to your office.” 

“Thanks,” he nodded and you waved goodbye as he ran off out of the cafeteria and to the oncology floor to go help one of his patients. 

—

James didn’t find himself walking around the campus often, but when he did it was usually because he had to clear his head. With everything that was going on in his life, in addition to the circumstances of this case, he was taking it harder than normal. 

He had left his coat in his office as the hot New Jersey sun was already beating down, his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes following his feet as he took his steps forward. 

He didn’t notice you sitting on a bench as he was passing by. Curious as to his state, you stood up and went to meet up with him. 

“Hey James, are you okay?” 

Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts almost instantly. He stopped to look up at you, seeing the concern reflecting in your eyes. 

He took his hands out of his pockets and motioned for you to walk with him. 

“I lost a patient today,” he explained. “He was 11.” 

“Oh, James, I’m so sorry,” you said softly. 

“In med school you learn pretty quickly if you don’t find a way to deal with what you face every day the result is never good,” he said and you noticed him chewing on the inside of his cheek, “but it was just too sunny outside. How could it be sunny on a day like this?” 

You didn’t say anything initially, only intertwining your hand with his and giving it a light squeeze which he returned. 

“You know, I think it’s probably okay, every once in a while, to let yourself mourn your patients. Just like everyone else. You have a uniquely difficult job, James, and no one would hold it against you if you need a minute to adjust.” 

James stopped walking and you followed his lead, only to have him let go of your hand and pull you into a tight hug. You easily wrapped your arms around his neck while his arms were around your waist. 

“You’re a good doctor, James,” you mumbled. “I know, even if you don’t quite believe it right now, you did everything you could to help that young boy and make him more comfortable.” 

You could feel him nod his head, clearly not trusting himself to say anything at the moment. 

Neither of you wanted to let go, but you knew that you both had work to get back to. James had other patients he was responsible for and you had some work to do in one of the hospital labs. 

So silently, hand in hand, you accompanied each other back to the hospital, grateful for each other’s company. 

—

“I swear, if I stay there any longer I’m going to go mad,” James whispered to you under his breath as you walked along the halls of the hospital with him to help him run some tests for a few patients. 

“What was it this time?” you asked, huddling in closer, waiting for him to spill the beans on why living with his best friend was becoming unbearable. 

“He keeps pranking me,” he began to explain and you could see how frustrated he was just by his hand movements. “Last night he thought of the genius idea to put my hand in warm water while I was sleeping and-,” James stopped himself, realizing he’d divulged too much, just as your eyes went wide. 

“Oh my God you didn’t wet the bed did you?” you asked in a chuckle and James quickly covered your mouth saying, 

“Shh! The whole hospital doesn’t need to hear you!” 

You couldn’t hold in your laugh, muffled by James’ hand over your mouth and his cheeks were a bright cherry red. 

Eventually you pulled his hand away and said, 

“You definitely need to get out of there. That’s criminal.” 

“Exactly what I’m saying,” James agreed. 

“Hey, why don’t you come over to my place tonight?” you suggested. “We can watch a movie or something together.” 

“That sounds like exactly what I need right now,” he nodded his head. “What time?” 

“Come over at eight, it’ll give me some time to get snacks and get ready.” 

“You’ve got yourself a deal,” he held out his hand and you took it shaking it firmly. 

Later that evening while James was getting ready, House watched him curiously. 

“I still don’t believe that you blowdry your hair,” he said loudly over the sound of the appliance. 

“Believe it or not, I do,” James responded. 

“It just seems so pointless, your hair is messy anyways,” he crossed his arms and James gave him a look. 

“My hair looks fine, yours on the other hand could use a trim and about a billion other things,” James retorted.

“So, is this a date?” House asked, changing the topic. 

“No, it’s not a date,” James shook his head. “It’s an opportunity for me to get away from your insanity.” 

“Are you sure it’s not a date?” he asked. 

“What makes you think it's a date?” he finally gave in and turned around to face his friend, turning off the blow dryer. 

“Well if you asked her if you could come over, probably not a date, but if she offered…” he shrugged his shoulders. 

James shook his head, he didn’t want to allow himself to believe it was true, because if it was, he’d probably overthink things and make a fool of himself. 

“It’s not a date,” he reiterated and House stopped pressing, seeing as his friend would not be reasoned with. 

James finished fixing his hair and grabbed his keys and a coat before stepping out of the door. 

It didn’t take him long to drive to your house and when he knocked at the door he heard shuffling inside before the lock clicked and you opened it. 

“Hey! You got the dress code memo,” you joked, pointing to his McGill sweater and then back at yours. 

“I thought you might like a blast from the past,” he smiled and you invited him inside. 

As he entered he noticed the array of pillows on the couch, blankets draped over arm chairs, and books piled on every surface possible. To top it off, the house was currently only lit by lamps allowing a warm orange hue to fall over the space. It made James’ shoulders relax and he could even feel his nervous heart rate slow. 

“Do you like it?” you asked. “I am by no means an interior decorator, but I tried to make it feel cozy so it’s nice to come back to after long days at work.” 

“I do like it,” James nodded. “A lot. It feels like a home.” 

“Perfect, that’s exactly what I was going for,” you smiled. “You’re the first guest I’ve had here, you know?” 

“Really? No fancy dinner parties with the hospital board?” 

“No, not yet,” you chuckled. “Unfortunately, this guy in the oncology department keeps taking up all my time.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him over to the couch. 

“But don’t worry, I don’t mind.” 

After he took off his coat, you both sat down next to each other, James extending his hand along the back of the couch and you naturally sat right up next to him, leaning forward to grab the remote and turn on the movie. 

“What did you pick?” James asked. 

“Just some random horror movie,” you said. “I heard it’s really cheesy.” 

“We’ll see about that,” James raised his brows and grabbed the popcorn from the table, putting it in between you both. 

You pressed play once you were both settled and tossed the remote to the side of the couch, curling your legs up and waiting in anticipation for the movie to begin.

It didn’t take long for the horror plot to begin, jumping right into the satanic murders and supernatural deaths. Just as you had predicted, it was cheesy, but that didn’t stop you from being startled whenever something popped up unexpectedly on the screen. 

Both of you were lulled into a false sense of security during what seemed like a quiet part of the movie, then, all of a sudden, the killer jumped into the frame with a loud change in the soundtrack, causing you to shriek and move towards James, also feeling him jump slightly from being startled. 

You both looked up at each other and laughed at the ridiculousness of your collective fright. 

“You’re supposed to be the calm one,” you elbowed him. 

“I know it just-Jesus!” James found himself inadvertently closing his eyes and wrapping his arm around you as if it would give him some protection from what was on the screen. 

You laughed again and leaned closer into his side, patting his leg to assure him it was safe to open his eyes again. 

“You must enjoy torturing me, that’s the only explanation for this,” James looked over at you and you shook your head. 

“Come on, heart-eyes, you think that lowly of me?” 

James couldn’t stop the smile that creeped past his lips, “No, of course not.” 

“Good, that means I still have the upper hand,” you moved your head to look back at the TV, but not before James tickled you in retaliation for your words. 

It took a moment, but you eventually surrendered and moved your focus back to the movie, still feeling a little warm from your laughter. 

You grabbed some of the other candies and snacks from the table, holding a gummy bear up for James to try and he did without so much as a second thought. 

“Still have a sweet tooth I see,” you offered him a different candy which he ate again and nodded. 

“You don’t want to know how many cavities I’ve had.” 

“Here,” you handed him a wrapped treat. “This one’s special from home.” 

“Maple candies,” he smiled. “They don’t make ‘em like they do in Montreal.” 

“They were your favourite, right?” you asked. 

James looked over at you again curiously, “You remembered that?” 

“Of course I did,” you shrugged. “Oh wait, look,” you pointed to the TV before grimacing and covering your eyes, but still peeking through your fingers. “Ew!” 

James just smiled at you, finding it harder and harder to resist the urge to kiss you, the thought bringing a warm sensation to his stomach. 

He settled instead on doing what he’d been doing forever: staring at you with heart-eyes. 

—

James tried to fight a yawn as he grabbed one of the many books on the shelves in his office, taking it to his couch and sitting down next to you. 

“You don’t have to do this, James,” you told him. “You probably have to be back tomorrow morning, you should go home and rest.” 

“No, no, it’s fine,” he insisted. “You look in here for that article I was telling you about and I’ll start proofreading.” 

There were many papers and files strewn around the couch, you couldn’t remember when you first came in, but James never seemed to mind when you worked in his office instead of your own. 

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I feel like I brought a tornado in here.” 

James looked up from your paper and nodded his head. 

“Now hush and let me read.” 

“Sorry, sorry,” you chuckled, opening the medical journal he had handed you, flipping through the contents until you found the article title he had mentioned. 

James had a pen in his hand, scribbling down annotations on the side, correcting a few typos and grammatical errors. 

For the most part, he was able to follow along, but at one point, the words became so incoherent he tapped you to make sure his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him. 

“What does this say here?” he asked. “I-I don’t know if my eyes just stopped working, but what does stirring in sugar and eggs have to do with this trial treatment?” 

“Oh my God,” you grabbed the paper and looked at it closer. “I must have accidentally copied some of my mom’s cookie recipe on here before changing documents. What in the world is going on with me?” 

Maybe it was the exhaustion settling in or some other things James couldn’t quite pinpoint, but he felt himself letting out a chuckle that grew a little longer, and longer until it was a full blown laugh. 

It was an honest mistake, and arguably not that funny, but you’d be hard pressed to convince him of that in that moment, and instead, seeing the silliness of the situation, you joined in.

Eventually, when the laughter died down, you and James both leaning far back against the couch, he turned to you and apologized. 

“I’m sorry, I should probably read this when I have a bit more sanity.” 

“Don’t be,” you patted his leg. “I can always use a good laugh.” 

With your heads still turned to face each other, you suggested to pause the work and resume it another time, to which James agreed. 

You both continued to sit there in silence, looking over at each other and James caught a glimmer of something in your eyes and had to blink a few times to make sure it was still there. It was a soft look, a little dazed, like you were happily daydreaming about something far off. It took him a moment to realize it, since he had been the one giving that look, he’d never really had a chance to see it for himself. 

You had heart-eyes. 

And more importantly, you had them while you were looking at James. 

With a sudden boost of courage, fuelled by lowered inhibitions, he started by asking, 

“Have I ever told you why my friends call me heart-eyes?” 

You tilted your head a little, following his lead and sitting up straight. 

“Wasn’t it because of that girl you had a crush on that was from here?” 

James opened his mouth and then shut it, shaking his head. 

“There was never a girl from Jersey,” he admitted. 

“Why would they say it was a girl from Jersey if there was…” as you said the sentence you slowed down, the realization dawning on you. 

“All the staring makes a bit more sense now?” he asked. 

You blinked a few times, “I just thought you were really awkward,” you said. 

“I was, but if the staring didn’t give it away the blushing really should have done it,” he chuckled. 

“I thought you had a circulation issue!” you exclaimed and James burst out laughing, of course you did. “God, James, why didn’t you say anything?” 

James shook his head, “I could barely string out a coherent sentence when I was around you. Makes it a little hard to say anything.” 

“Makes me wish I had said something,” you said, feeling your own cheeks heat up at the admission. 

“Y-You would’ve said something?” 

Now it was James’ turn to be surprised. 

“I think most of the time it comes on gradually, maybe you won’t even know it at first. That’s what you said to me, but that eventually, if it was love, I’d know it.” 

You reached out and held James’ hands in your own. 

“I should have said something. I could have said something. We could have had so much more-,” 

“James,” you whispered, interrupting him and he stopped. “Shut up and kiss me.” 

James wasn’t going to waste another second, removing his hands from your to instead gently hold your face, bringing you closer to him so he could finally do what he had been dreaming about since he was 18 years old. 

The dim light of his desk lamp, the papers crumpled beneath and around you, the way you moved closer and slid into his lap, his hands now on your hips and your fingers snaking through his hair, it all melted into one and if you let yourselves imagine, just a bit, the lamp became a light in the library; the papers became unfinished homework assignments and lab write-ups, and you hadn’t missed a second of the time you could have spent together. 

Your kisses soon turned slow and repetitive and neither of you wanted to pull away, living in the moment like it was your last. 

“When…did you realize…you loved me?” you asked between kisses, moving away from his mouth, instead letting your lips find their way across his jaw and up to his temple. 

“Our last year of school,” he paused your kisses so he could kiss you properly again. “Carlo said something and-,” he shook his head and sighed. “I realized I was going to leave without you ever knowing how I felt and even though eventually I thought maybe I’d stopped loving you and started to love other people…I just kept trying to fill that space that only you fit in.” 

“First year of my master’s for me,” you rested your forehead against his. “Suddenly you weren’t there anymore and I really wished that wasn’t the case.” 

He tilted his head up to meet you in another kiss that was far too easy to melt into. Neither of you had any complaints and you knew you’d never get tired looking into his heart-eyes.

@cuntyvicodin

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KATE BISHOP x READER

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

A/N: HELLO, HELLO, HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE! How are you?

I know, I know, I've disappeared again, but I've been struggling with my calculus exam and it's driving me crazy! But here I am!

Not gonna lie, I had so much fun writing this and I'm pretty proud of everything turned out (I was actually going to make this a book, but who knows? Tell me what you think *wink*).

As always, I'm sending you guys so so much love ❤️

Enjoy ❤️

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Summary: Kate, CEO of BishopTech, is in need of a new assistant but has the reputation of keeping them for less than two days before firing them? Is Y/N going to last longer? She is there to stay.

Warnings: crass language, kissing but nothing too explicit.

Word count: 28343 words.

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"Oh no, no, no, please no!" Y/N sprinted down the street to take the bus but before she could get in the doors closed and it drove away. "Great. Just fucking great!" Y/N lifted her arms up in the air in frustration then slammed them on her sides, huffing out angrily. "I’m gonna be fucking late for my job interview. Just great." Y/N spent a few seconds to regain her breath on the curb before murmuring under her breath, "and also a lot more broke than expected." Y/N sighed out loud dramatically and lifted her left hand up to call for a cab that was luckily driving down the street, "where to?"

Y/N gave the driver the address and sighed out in relief after controlling her phone. 7:54. She won’t be late.

-

"Miss Y/L/N?" Y/N lifted her head from her phone when she heard someone calling her last name and smiled at the blonde already grinning at her as she sat up and walked towards her, standing on the threshold of the room she was just in.

"Hi, I’m Y/N."

"I’m Carol. I’m the head of the Nanotech Department, but today I’m your interviewer for your job interview." Carol introduced herself after closing the door behind her and smiled widely at Y/N signaling her to sit on the chair in front of her huge wooden desk. As soon as Carol sat down, Y/N opened her bag and grabbed her resume, offering to the blond, who took a few moments to skid her eyes over the paper but focusing on each word written on it, while Y/N wrung on her fingers nervously, her eyes jumping from each object present in Carol’s room to distract herself, "really impressing Miss Y/L/N. You graduated with highest honors in Electronic and Computer engineering at Stanford. Top of every class. Oh top scorer in your soccer team, I see! Impressive. Very impressive. Have you and your team ever won something?"

"Yeah, we won 3 tournaments in a row."

"Wow, do you still play?"

"Sometimes. Not as much as I want to since all my teammates are still in California." Y/N shrugged, showing a nostalgic smile as she remembered all the good times she had with her teammates and friends.

"That’s sad. I always admired soccer, it’s a very interesting sport." Carol commented while taking a few more looks at Y/N’s resume, then moved on asking a few more questions to Y/N, a few personals, but most of them were about a few technical stuff and as the interview went on, Carol found herself surprisingly but also delightfully stunned at how wonderfully Y/N’s mind worked, "you are surely the best candidate I had interviewed today. So-." Carol stretched her serious, professional frown into a wide smile as she prepared to give Y/N good news, but got stopped mid-sentence by her phone on her desk ringing loudly, "excuse me for a moment." Carol smiled apologetically at Y/N, who nodded in understanding and tried to look around casually to not make it obvious she was listening to the call Carol just answered, "yes? No, I had been busy this morning with interviews for the job you told me about. Yeah. No but- what? But- okay fine. I’ll see you in a bit. Bye." Carol sighed out after ending the call and placed her phone back down on the desk, "well, this is unfortunate. I was actually gonna give you the job but sadly our engineer that was retiring isn’t retiring anymore since he has to finish a few projects before doing that."

"Oh, that’s- cool I guess." Y/N muttered sadly, feeling her heart falling into her stomach and her eyes stinging a bit with unshed tears, but she resolutely held them in, scratching her forehead instead to calm herself down.

"No but, wait. You are a great engineer and after this interview I would be a complete idiot not assuming you. But unfortunately we don’t have any vacant spots at the moment. For engineer positions at least." Carol’s sad expression morphed into a mischievous one, staring at Y/N as she lifted her right eyebrow up.

"I’m not following." Y/N spoke out uncertainly and looked at Carol confused, but the blonde was quick to explain further.

"The CEO of this company fired her last assistant just last night. She absolutely needs another one." Carol explained, hoping Y/N understood what she meant, but when Y/N kept staring at her with her eyebrows knitted in confusion, she continued, "what I’m trying to say is- I’m offering you a job as her new assistant. I know it’s not what you came here for, but it can pave you the way to a spot as an engineer here. You can still show your value as her assistant. Please, think about it. This company really needs you and your mind." Y/N thought over all the options she had. She came here this morning for a job here, but as an engineer. It was what she wanted. It was the reason she left her home in California and moved to New York, to start new in a new city. She needed a job. Especially because she was broke and needed to pay the rent. So any type of job, at least in the beginning, would suffice. It couldn’t be that bad being an assistant, right? The CEO’s assistant to be exact, so it will be a really important spot to an extent. And also, she had always been a well organized person, she could do that for someone else. Right? And it could lead her to the job she dreamed to have here. After a few more moments of weighing the pros and cons of this job offer, she stared at Carol resolutely.

"Okay."

"Okay?" Carol asked a bit perplexed, not exactly believing Y/N actually considered her offer, that quickly even.

"Yeah. I accept your offer."

"Wow, okay. Hm- this may sound maybe a bit too much but- can you start like- now?"

"What?"

"I know it’s fast. But our CEO needs an assistant as soon as possible. She tends to be pretty busy and she needs someone to help her out."

"Okay? Yeah, okay. Hm- do I need to know something about being an assistant?" Y/N asked uncertainly as she shrugged anxiously.

"Okay? Oh, that’s great! C’mon, I’ll take you to our CEO, then." Carol sat up from her chair and signaled Y/N do the same, opening the door for her and leading her down a big hallway that lead to the elevator. "To answer your question all you need is to be well organized to sort out our CEO’s agenda. Oh and a lot of patience. She tends to be a bit- hm- tough sometimes. But please hold on tight. We need you here." As Carol finished speaking, the loud ‘ding’ of the elevator ringed loudly to signal its arrival and the two girls filed in the elevator.

The ride was pretty quick since Carol’s office was 5 floors down the company’s CEO’s one, but it was filled with quick advices to be the CEO’s assistant here. "What do you mean with ‘she tends to be a bit tough’?" Y/N asked as they filed out of the elevator, keeping up a fast pace to an happy and giddy Carol.

"Nothing to worry about too much. She likes to annoy her assistants that much that they quit or she gives them a real reason to fire them- in like two days."

"What?!" Y/N asked bewildered, whipping her head around to stare at Carol in disbelief but it was too late, Carol was already knocking on the CEO’s door with a big, bright smile on her lips and a few moments later a quiet ‘come in’ reached the two girls’ ears, making Carol open the door swiftly.

"Hey boss, are you busy?"

"Just give me a second, I’m finishing this report." Y/N heard a deep, husky voice coming from behind a big computer and tried to take a look at the mysterious woman typing away on the keyboard and sighed out loudly when she didn’t succeed in her task as she was hid away behind her computer.

"It won’t take too long. I came here to tell you, you don’t need to find a new assistant anymore. I got you one."

The woman behind the big wooden desk stopped her frantic typing and finally came into view as she peeked her head to the side of her huge desktop, almost knocking the air out of Y/N’s lungs with her endless beauty, "I don’t need a new assistant. I already told you that."

"No, you need an assistant. We talked about this. So I nicely took over the interview part and found one. She is great for this job." Y/N gulped loudly when the woman’s ocean blue eyes focused on her and gave her a once over, scrutinizing her carefully, causing her to stay frozen on her spot, incapable of moving with those eyes on her.

"No." Kate finally said and moved back behind the computer, resuming her frantic typing on the keyboard.

"C’mon! Do it for me. I promise you she will be the best assistant you’ve ever had." Carol pushed as she stressed her words, "please."

"One week."

"Six months." Carol counter offered, lifting her right eyebrow up when Kate stopped typing and leaned over the computer to look at Carol unamused once again.

The blue eyed woman scoffed and shook her head, "two weeks."

"Four months."

"Three weeks."

"Three months." Carol counter offered again with a firm tone, pining the woman down with a resolute look and it seemed to work as a moment later the black haired girl slumped her taut shoulders and sighed out loud.

"Okay fine. If she quits before the month ends, I will not be held responsible."

"Oh please, you always are the reason why your assistants quit."

"It won’t happen." Y/N spoke for the first time since she entered the room, making two pair of eyes focus on her and she gulped again. Carol nodded at her proudly, while the black haired girl’s gaze stayed curious but held a bit of mischief that made Y/N shiver. "I won’t quit."

"We’ll see about that." The black haired woman stated in a low, raspy tone, that it totally didn’t make Y/N tremble, and seemed to think about something for a few seconds because her face almost lighted up like a Christmas tree before she spoke up again, "when can you start?"

"Now." Both Y/N and Carol spoke at the same time, making the CEO nod impressed. For a few moments silence fell in the room with Carol staring at the black haired woman almost in reprimand, while she looked at Y/N like she was the predator getting ready to jump on its prey, but it was short lived when Carol’s phone broke the silence ringing loudly.

"Sorry- I need to go." The blonde grimaced at Y/N after controlling the ID caller then stared Kate down with a warning glint in her eyes once more, "you-." Carol trailed off pointing at the black haired woman, who lifted her eyebrow up and smirked defiantly, "behave."

With that Carol bid the two girls goodbye and walked out of the room while answering her phone, the door closing behind her, "okay, Jenny. Since you decided to punish yourself and me with you being here and wanting to be my assistant-." The black haired girl resumed typing on the keyboard without looking at Y/N, "I want you to call Frank from the LarryCorp, Trevor from NanoTech, Gary from PML and Lauren from Logan Limited and invite them here to talk about our last product that needs to be introduced to the market. Then I want you to go the laundry and pick up the suit for a party I need to go on Thursday. Then you can order my lunch- chicken salad with no kale and tomatoes. Oh then you need to call Shuri here, I need to discuss with her regarding a few things about our prototype. Then you-." Kate stopped talking when she diverted her gaze for a moment on Y/N and found her wringing on her fingers in the middle of the room, looking like a deer in headlights, "I’m sorry, was I boring you with my schedule?"

"No- I just- I don’t have a notebook with me."

"Then fucking get one. Or type on your phone, or try to put your fucking brain to work. I don’t care. I hope you’ll remember everything I told you. I expect an update on every single thing I told you in 30 minutes."

Y/N tried to open her mouth to counter back wittingly but decided against it when the black haired girl resumed her typing and was clearly over with the conversation, so she turned around and walked towards the door but before exiting the CEO’s office, she turned towards the blue eyed girl and spoke up with annoyance clear in her tone, "it’s Y/N, by the way."

"I don’t care." Kate countered back quickly, still not looking at Y/N and keeping typing on her keyboard.

With that Y/N exited the room and after closing the door, she leaned her body on it and sighed out loudly, "what a fucking bitch."

"New recruit?" A red haired woman approached Y/N with an apologetic smile as she carried a stack of paperwork, looking at her with an apologetic grimace.

"Yeah, I am her new assistant." Y/N pointed with her thumb to the room behind her and shook her head softly with an humorless laugh.

"Kate can be a bit tough sometimes, but once she warms up to you, she is a sweetheart. Let’s just say she is not prone on warming up to her assistants." The redhead stated with a warm smile and a snort before signaling Y/N with a small tilt of her head to follow her, "I’m Wanda."

"Y/N, nice to meet you. Do you need a hand?"

"No, don’t worry, I just need to put them on my desk before delivering it to my boss." Wanda pointed to two doors down Kate’s one after placing the stack of papers on her desk and Y/N nodded in understanding.

"Hm- listen, I’m not usually someone that asks for help but- this is my first day here and I actually have never been an assistant in my life. Can you help me?"

"Of course! What did Kate asked you to do?"

"Hm, she said a lot of things- I didn’t have a notebook so I need to remember everything she said. Okay- hm- she said something about a laundry. I need to pick up her suit for a party on Thursday and she asked me to order her lunch. That’s what ai remember the most, then she said to call a bunch of people for a meeting for a new device, oh and she asked to call someone named Shirley- no- Sheila- no-hm-."

"Shuri."

"Yeah! That. Hm- I think that’s all."

"Okay, I can handle a few things since I have a little bit of free time. I will take care of her laundry and call those people. I know who she was talking about. Jane has that meeting on her agenda next week already. Here-." Wanda trailed off to write down something on a small piece of paper and gave it to Y/N. "This is her favorite restaurant’s number. Chicken salad, no kale and tomatoes, right?"

"Yeah, how do you-?"

"I’ve sometimes helped Kate when she didn’t have an assistant after making her quit."

"Oh, okay."

"Then, go to the 14th floor and ask Okoye for Shuri to send her up here."

"Noted. Thank you so much Wanda. I owe you big time."

"Ah, there’s no need." Wanda waved Y/N off like it was no big deal doing almost everything Kate asked her to in her stead while rounding her desk and sitting on her chair, already picking up the phone on the desk to make a call. "How much time do you have?"

"About 26 minutes."

"Alright, in 15 minutes you will be done with everything and will communicate it to her, just to impress Kate on your first day." Wanda winked before signaling her to move toward her desk to call the restaurant, Y/N immediately moving to the empty desk and picking up the phone.

-

"Hm, hi. I’m looking for-hm- Shuri."

"A new face." Okoye looked up from the paper she was reading and gazed up and down Y/N with a blank face.

"Yeah, I’m Miss Bishop’s new assistant."

"Oh, poor kid." Okoye looked at Y/N with sorrow on her features as she sat up from her chair and rounded the desk to pat Y/N’s shoulder gently, an apologetic frown never leaving her face, "how is it going?"

"It’s been 12 minutes and I already need a vacation."

Okoye laughed heartily and nodded, "oh, I bet. Anyway, are you looking for Shuri?"

"Yeah, Miss Bishop needs her in her office to talk about-."

"Our prototype." A voice behind Y/N stopped Y/N mid-sentence and caused the Y/H/C girl to turn around to look at who interrupted her. "Hi, I’m Shuri."

"Y/N, Miss Bishop’s new assistant."

"Oh, I’m so sorry." Shuri looked apologetically at Y/N before patting her shoulder like Okoye did, "anyway, let’s go before she gets mad."

-

"Jenny!" It was later that day and Y/N was typing a few things on her new desktop as she organized Kate’s messy agenda, the assistant that was here before her did such a poor job with it that every appointment was in the wrong place or misspelled, while Wanda was finishing printing a few paperwork for Jane. "Jenny!"

"Who’s Jenny?" Wanda asked after hearing Kate shouting that name again and looked at Y/N quizzically, who sported an annoyed look on her face while sighing loudly, already sitting up from her.

"Me. That’s how she registered my name."

Wanda placed her hand on her mouth to suppress a snort while Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her before opening the door to her boss’ office, "Jenny, how many times do I fucking need to call you before you come here?"

"If you call me by my real name, I will surely come faster." Y/N retorted wittingly, smiling too sweetly at the black haired girl, who looked up immediately at her from the papers she was reviewing, a withering glint shining in her ocean blue eyes.

"I would shove that attitude up your ass if I were you. Remember who is in charge." Kate countered back with a snaring tone and Y/N immediately nodded and lowered her gaze, clutching on her notepad and pen.

"I’m sorry."

"That’s better. I need a report from Clint. It’s in the drawer." Kate pointed to the drawer right beside her and Y/N looked at her bewildered. She swallowed the ‘you could’ve grabbed it yourself’ and obliged, sauntering towards Kate and opening the drawer. She found Clint’s folder and opened it, furrowing her eyebrows as she wondered what she was looking for, "are you looking for a solution to the cold fusion?"

"Hm- no?"

"Then why the fuck does it take you so long for that file?"

Y/N rolled her eyes inwardly and tried to answer without telling her boss to fuck off, "I don’t know what I’m looking for."

"The nano-robotic files from June."

Y/N nodded, although she knew Kate couldn’t see her as she was still focused on her papers, and quickly grabbed the files she asked for and gave them to her. "Do you need anything else?"

"No, that’s it." And with that Y/N walked out of the office, sitting down unceremoniously on her chair and sighing loudly as she rubbed her temples.

"You okay?" Y/N looked up to a girl, smiling apologetically at her before focusing on Wanda beside her looking at her with a small smile.

"Yeah, just- rough first day. I-I’m Y/N Y/L/N."

"Oh, you’re Kate’s new assistant. I’m so sorry."

"You guys here have been telling me this the whole day." Y/N snorted humorlessly and Wanda snorted under her breath.

"Because Kate is a sweetheart but just not with her assistants. I’m Jane by the way." The brunette offered her hand to Y/N and Y/N was quick to shake it, smiling warmly at her.

"My pleasure."

"Wan, honey, I need the reports we talked about in 10 minutes. Thank you. It was a pleasure Y/N and please, hold on tight. You seem nice and it would be great having you around."

"Thank you so much. If you ever need an extra hand, I will gladly help you."

"That’s lovely of you." And with a smile Jane moved to her office. Y/N waited until the door closed before turning to Wanda and looking at her pleadingly, "can we switch bosses?"

-

"Ugh, I need fucking vacation." Y/N slumped on her chair for the umpteenth time that day, fatigue from the day weighing on her shoulders.

"It’s only been two days, Y/N." Wanda countered back with a small giggle and sat on Y/N’s desk beside her.

"I don’t even want to imagine what a week with her will be. And to think I came here to be an engineer."

"What?"

"Oh- you see." Y/N laughed when Wanda stared at her in bewilderment, "yesterday I actually came here for the vacant spot Clint was leaving to retire." Wanda nodded as she followed Y/N’s words, "I almost got it, until someone told Carol he won’t retire until his last projects are done."

"Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry."

"It’s fine. Carol wanted me to work for this company, so she proposed to be Kate’s assistant until that electronic engineer spot is free again." Y/N shrugged and smiled at Wanda a bit uncertainly, the redhead looking at her apologetically.

"I’m so sorry Y/N. But look it on the bright side, that job is yours. You just need to hang tight as Kate’s assistant."

"Yeah, it’s a little bit easier said than done though." Wanda giggled at that and nodded, patting Y/N’s shoulder softly.

"I know. But hey- it’s Friday and we’re almost done. Wanna get a few drinks?"

Y/N looked at a hopeful Wanda and smiled brightly at her, "are you kidding? I will need more than a few drinks to forget about these past two days and to get myself ready for the next."

-

"Hm- hello?" Y/N fought sleep as she answered her phone and took a look at the alarm beside her showing 4:48 a.m. on it.

"JENNY?! WHY AREN’T YOU ANSWERING MY TEXTS?" Y/N grimaced as she pulled her phone away from her ear at Kate’s screeching tone, hearing faint EDM music in the background.

"Because it’s the middle of the night?!" Y/N couldn’t help but answer with a bit of a bitchy tone, but her sleepy mind was still trying to function properly.

"Then fucking get up and get a car to get me." And with that Kate hung up and Y/N slumped back on her pillow with a grunt.

"Bitch."

-

"Jenny!" Jane got interrupted in the middle of her retelling of their last online meeting with a few Spanish companies and Y/N sighed as she sat up from her chair.

"Who is Jenny?"

"That’s me." Y/N smiled sarcastically at Jane and watched as she suppressed a snort as she grabbed her notepad and pen, "I’m sorry. I’ll be right back."

"Jenny!" Y/N grimace at Kate’s loud scream as she opened her door and closed it right after, "does your brain have a problem communicating with your feet? Why does it take you so long to come in here when I call you."

"I-hm-." Y/N cleared her throat to swallow the witty remark and continued, "Jane was telling me about your last meeting."

Kate looked up from her phone and stayed in silence for a moment before speaking up, "I need Steve here, call him. Then you need to grab my purp-."

"Purple suit. Done. It’s already in your apartment." Kate looked at Y/N and tried to hide her impressed expression as she scrutinized her.

"Order me lunch."

"Chicken salad with no kale and tomatoes. Coming right up." Y/N was quick to continue and Kate nodded at her, but her face was still blank.

"Okay, that’s it."

Y/N nodded at Kate and smiled when she turned around and exited the office, unaware of Kate’s curious and impressed stare.

-

"I must say, I’m impressed, Jenny. You survived your first week here without hitches."

"Miss Bishop, it’s been a week. Can you please call me by my real name? It’s Y/N."

"You don’t like Jenny?" Kate asked with a wide, teasing grin on her lips, clearly messing up with Y/N. "Jenny is a great name."

"It surely is, but it’s not my name. My name is Y/N."

Silence fell down around the two girls in the big office, Kate staring up at Y/N with a blank face before a devilish grin cracked it, "alright, Jenny. I- okay, jeez. There’s no need to look at me like that! Y/N, better?" Kate rolled her eyes good-naturedly at the Y/H/C girl staring at her annoyed and lifted her arms up in surrender, a ghost of a smile adorning her lips.

"Yeah." Y/N’s annoyed look got quickly replaced with a wide grin and nodded happily at the black haired girl.

"Anyway, I called you here because I need you to go to Natasha downstairs and ask her for our cloaking device and take it to my house, with all the reports, as soon as she finishes revising it."

"Okay, do not forget you have a brunch with your mother tomorrow, at 11 a.m." Y/N was quick to remember Kate as she looked at her agenda, causing Kate to nod as she probably tried to stash that information in her mind to remember it.

"Okay, thank you."

Y/N exited Kate’s office with a wide grin that didn’t go unnoticed by Wanda, who stared at her quizzically with her eyes narrowed, "why so smiley after coming out of Kate’s office? It’s a first for an assistant."

"She called me by my real name."

"No Jenny?"

"No!" Y/N exclaimed enthusiastically, opening her arms and smiling in disbelief at Wanda as she made her way towards her sat behind her desk. "Well I technically asked her to, but she did!"

"Good, that means she is warming up to you. You can be her first assistant staying here for more than 9 days."

"I didn’t know I was here to break records." Y/N joked, making the redhead laugh heartily at her, before shaking her head to focus, "anyway, I’m going downstairs."

"Okay, do you need help to know which floor you need to go to?"

"Hm, yeah actually. She mentioned someone new. Natasha, I think. She needs a cloaking device she is working on."

"N-Natasha?" Wanda asked with wide eyes as her cheeks immediately tinted with red, a reaction that go unnoticed by the Y/H/C girl.

"Yeah."

"Oh, well, do you want me to accompany you? I mean you had never been to 16th floor."

"That would be great! Are you busy now?" Y/N exclaimed excitedly, not picking up on Wanda’s weird behavior.

"No! I mean, hm- no, I’m almost finished anyway." Wanda stated casually after sprinting up her chair and fixing her dress, but Y/N didn’t pay too much attention on her, as she walked towards her desk, grabbed her notebook and pen and joined Wanda again in front of her desk.

"Great!"

The ride to the 16th floor was quick with Wanda fluffing her hair and checking her makeup in the mirror, while Y/N took another look at Kate’s agenda. The elevator dinged and the two exited it to walk into the electronic and nano-tech labs, Wanda guiding them to where Natasha was, finding her hunched over a device on her desk, a mess with electronic parts, papers and a few tools scattered all over it.

"Wanda Maximoff. To whom do I owe my gratitude to have you here down here?" Natasha looked up from the device as soon as she heard footsteps approaching her and smiled charmingly at the redhead, something that piqued Y/N’s interest. Y/N smiled inwardly when she looked at Wanda and found her blushing as she smiled giddily at the other redhead.

"Hm, Y/N here needs you."

"Fresh meat. Hi, I’m Natasha." Y/N took the redhead’s hand and shook it with a polite grin.

"I’m Y/N, Miss Bishop’s new assistant."

"Oh you are the girl that survived for 7 days straight. Impressive."

"Yeah, I’m aiming at breaking the 9 days straight record as her assistant." Y/N joked and Natasha laughed heartily at that.

"You’re funny. I like it. I will threaten Kate to punch her in the face if she ever fires you." Natasha smirked at Y/N and resumed her work on the device after telling the girls to sit in front of her.

"Carol already told her to give me a chance for three months, so she technically forbidden her to fire me during that time." Y/N explained and Natasha nodded happily.

"That’s great." Natasha giggled and grabbed a paper on the desk, reading it before nodding and continuing with her work, "so tell me, Y/N, how is working for Kate?"

"A great challenge to be honest. She demands and expects a lot, but I think I can handle her."

"Hm, you would be the first." Natasha joked as she focused her attention on the device she was finishing fixing, while Y/N stared at her working curiously, her hands hitching to help her out but she resisted.

"Yeah well, Wanda had helped me a lot during this week. I owe her a lot."

"Oh please, I didn’t do anything special. I was happy to help." Wanda waved Y/N off with her right hand before laid her chin on her closed fists as she perched on the table to look at Natasha working. Y/N could swear she saw her eyes become heart-shaped eyes as she stared lovingly at her, that thought made her laugh inwardly.

After sharing a few more chats, Natasha lifted her eyes up from the device, focusing her attention on Y/N before looking at Wanda with a knowing glint in her blue eyes, "since it’s Friday, we need to celebrate Y/N surviving as Kate’s assistant for a week."

"Oh I really want to, but I need to go as soon as you’re done and take this device to Kate’s place."

"So what? You will join us after. We will celebrate at Cerbero. It’s a great night club, first round of drinks on me. C’mon!"

Y/N felt like it was impossible to say no to Wanda and Natasha when they stared pointedly at her and pouting, so with an entertained snort and a small shake of her head, she caved in, "alright."

"Yay!" Wanda cheered loudly as she clapped her hands before high-fiving Natasha, who sported the same wide grin as her.

-

Y/N arrived at Kate’s apartment about an hour later, balancing the device in the box on her left hip as she fumbled with the keys Kate gave her, sighing out in victory when she finally slotted the key in the lock and opened the blue eyed girl’s door. After taking the key out and balancing the box back in her hands, she entered the apartment and almost dropped the device on the floor when she was met with the sight of Kate’s face buried between some girl’s legs, both stark naked on the couch. "Oh shit." The girl murmured traumatized, trying to communicate with her feet to fucking move but her brain short-circuited and made her stand froze on her spot.

"Ah! Who are you?!" The blonde girl screamed in fright as she tried to cover herself as much as she could with her hands, but she was clearly not doing a good job. That caught Kate’s attention, who detached her mouth from the girl’s vagina and looked at the intruder, her blue eyes recognized her an instant later. Y/N really wanted to look away, but she couldn’t help but notice the black haired girl’s chin was glistening. She really hoped she had her hands free to cover her eyes, to not endure witnessing this embarrassing moment for one more second, but she sadly couldn’t.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?"

"I-I- the d-device you a-asked." Y/N cursed herself under her breath for stuttering but Kate didn’t seem to mind, as she lifted her hand from the girl’s thigh and pointed mindlessly towards her kitchen table.

"Great. Now go." After speaking, Kate didn’t wait for Y/N to exit her apartment and immediately focused her attention back on the girl spread on her couch, diving her face right back between her legs. When the blonde moaned Kate’s name loudly, Y/N’s brain finally kickstarted and made her move quickly, leaving the device on the table and flying out of Kate’s apartment.

-

"Oh my god! This is priceless. Did you really walked in on Kate fucking a girl on her couch?" Natasha asked in entertained disbelief and laughed loudly, wiping a few tears that escaped, when Y/N nodded with a grimace, Wanda doing the exact same.

"It was awful. Ugh." Y/N stated before tilting her head back and chugging a shot to try to erase those images from her brain.

"I wish I was there to see your reaction." Natasha laughed loudly again and this time leaned her body on Wanda for stability, making the other girl stop laughing and blush wildly. The other redhead didn’t pay attention to it, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N, who took advantage of Natasha having her eyes closed to lift her right eyebrow up curiously at Wanda as she took a sip of her drink. Wanda’s blush deepened and that was all Y/N needed to know. She took a mental note to talk to her about it soon. "Another round?"

-

"Hey, how was your weekend?" Y/N asked when she heard footsteps approaching her, smiling sweetly at Wanda as she walked towards her, who did the same.

"Pretty good, how about yours?" Wanda asked after placing her coat on the rack and went to sit on her desk, while Y/N sat up from her chair and approached her, crossing her arms and leaning her left hip on the desk to come face to face with Wanda.

"Normal. I slept most of the time. A week here and I’m barely keeping my eyes open from how much tired I am." Y/N joked and Wanda giggled softly at her words, "now, let’s talk about the most important thing I wanted to discuss. When were you gonna tell me you have a crush on Natasha?"

"Shhhh! I don’t have a crush on her." Wanda shushed Y/N hastily before looking around her to make sure no one heard them.

"Oh yes, you do." Y/N smirked widely at Wanda, who sported a red hue on her cheeks and quickly sat up from her desk to run away from her, goin to sit on her own chair and have the desk to separate them, but it only made Y/N ten times happier as she grinned widely. "So-." Y/N started, bending slightly to lean over Wanda’s desk on her elbows and placing her head on her closed fists, making her cheeks puff a bit, "when are you gonna tell her?"

Wanda scoffed while looking at Y/N like she just went crazy, "never."

"Why?! She likes you too! Trust me, I’m good with these things."

"Hm no, you’re not?! Listen Y/N, I like our friendship, we became fast friends and you may know me that much to tell I have a crush on Natasha-."

"A-HA!" Y/N interrupted Wanda and pointed her index finger at her with a bright smile, making Wanda roll her eyes good-naturedly and emit an exasperated sigh at Y/N’s behavior but a smile stretched over her face too.

"As I was saying, you may know me, but you met Natasha just Friday and we only spent a few hours together. You don’t know her."

"Maybe, but I like to observe. That much to know that she has a habit to bit her bottom lip when she is focused on a task, or that she likes to communicate with her eyes when the object of the conversation is obvious, or that she has a smile that she reserves only for you every time you’re around. I may not know her, but my point of view, completely out of any dynamic, is the truest one you can ever get. Hell- you can even ask it to Miss Bishop, I’m sure she knows that too."

"Ask me what?" At that both girls focused on the voice coming from behind Y/N, Wanda peeking from Y/N’s left shoulder while Y/N turned only her head around to look who was behind her. Only when Y/N realized it was her boss behind her and she was literally bend over in front of her giving her a view of her ass in her black, tight jeans, Y/N widened her eyes comically and straightened her body up to a more appropriate position for a work place.

"Nothing." Y/N and Wanda spoke at the same time, sporting an embarrassed smile as both tried to avoid Kate’s scrutinizing look.

"Okay, well- Y/N, I need you in my office in 10 minutes, I have a meeting in an hour and I need every paper you can find on Tess Nicholson."

"Yeah, sure." With a nod, Kate flew into her office and closed the door behind her, making both girls relax their shoulders and let out the breath they were both holding.

"Do you think she remember I literally walked in on her fucking someone on her couch a few days ago?"

"I don’t know. Maybe she is avoiding the subject to save both of you from a deep embarrassment."

"Hm, I hope you’re right."

-

"Perfect, this is perfect! Thank you Y/N, I have everything I need to make our new possible associate join our forces."

"Do you need anything else?" Y/N tried to contain her smile from the praising words Kate just used for her even if her attention was laser focused on the papers in front of her, but she was pretty sure Kate could detect her happiness and pride in her voice.

"No, thank you. You can go." Y/N nodded and made her way towards the door, but when her hand touched the door handle, Kate’s voice stopped her in her tracks, "actually, Y/N, about Friday night-."

Y/N almost fainted as those words reached her ears and carefully turned around to face Kate again, getting ready for Kate yelling at her for not knocking or invading her privacy, "I’m so-."

But what she imagined never came, as Kate ignored her and continued, "call Shuri up into my office. There’s a problem with the prototype."

Y/N let go of the breath she didn’t know she was holding and nodded tentatively, forcing her body to find the voice she was sure she lost to feebly speak to Kate, "yeah, s-sure."

-

"How the fuck is possible that this fucking thing isn’t fucking working?! We had been working on it for over a year to fix every flaw! But every time we switch it on, 7 seconds pass and the device shuts off from overheating!" Kate stressed in frustration, walking up and down her office as she massaged her temples.

"I don’t know Kate, I run every test possible, I made so many changes but the result is always the same." Shuri explained exasperated, stressed just as Kate on something they had been working on for so long. Y/N then took a look at everyone else present in the room, as a small briefing with Shuri became an emergency meeting with a few of her best engineers to find the flaw in their new device, and found the same expression on their faces, making her furrow her eyebrows apologetically.

"It’s actually the first time it worked this long. Last month’s test resulted in the device working for only 5 seconds before shutting off." Carol chimed in the conversation, done staying quiet while staring thoughtfully at the device on Kate’s desk.

"I controlled every single electronic part in the device on Friday before Y/N delivered it at your house, Kate. Nothing it’s wrong with it." Natasha stated calmly while massaging her temples too to calm her nerves down.

"Then why the fucks is this thing not working?!" Kate repeated the question and looked at every single person present in her office in the eyes but everyone avoided her gaze as they all focused on the device, almost like they hoped it could magically work if they stared at it hard enough.

"We don’t know, Kate. Maybe I can run some more tests." Jane suggested with a calming tone as she approached Kate, trying to make her relax just a bit by gently touching her shoulder and looking at Carol, standing on Y/N’s right, for help. Y/N looked at Wanda as she finished writing down the last few things said just like Y/N was doing, writing down everything that could be helpful later on, before staring at Kate walking back and forth in distress when she moved away from Jane and sighed out softly.

"I did them just an hour ago. Our system tells nothing’s wrong, but something’s clearly wrong or this fucking thing would fucking work!" Kate exclaimed with an hard, angry voice, sighing out loud to get rid of some tension.

"Hm- have you tried to switch to active cooling system to passive cooling system?" Y/N spoke up when no one talked for over a minute, everyone closed up in their minds as they thought over for a solution, and almost regretted talking when every pair of eyes in the room fell on her.

"What?" Shuri was the first to talk, a curious glint shining in her eyes as she focused all her attention on Y/N, her mind already working on Y/N’s solution.

"Passive cooling system. It’s-hm-."

"Hm, excuse me Y/N, did you major in electronic engineering in the past five minutes? Everyone here is the best in their field and an assistant wants to take their place?" Kate asked angrily, looking like she was ready to loose it.

"I-hm-." Y/N went to answer but the fiery look in Kate’s eyes stopped her in her tracks and swallowed anything she was about to say, looking down at her feet as she wrung her fingers nervously.

"She actually is Kate." Carol butted in right after, placing a comforting hand on Y/N’s right shoulder and caressing it softly, sending a small, encouraging smile at her, that Y/N feebly mirrored as she gazed quickly in eyes before focusing back on her shoes.

"She is what?"

"An electronic engineer."

"Are you fucking with me? Because this is not the time." Kate grunted out unamused and caressed her temples again.

"No, she came here 10 days ago for a job interview for Clint’s place but Clint is not retiring anytime soon so we don’t have any place as an electronic engineer to offer to her right now. I couldn’t let her go to any other company, so I offered her to be your assistant. She is truly amazing. Let’s listen to what she was saying. Please. It could work."

Kate stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking over everything that has been said and without adding anything else, she just gestured Y/N to go on with her idea with a wave of her hand, "hm, as I was saying-." Y/N cleared her throat to subdue her anxiety under Kate’s and everyone else’s scrutinizing gaze, "I couldn’t help but notice that you are using an active cooling system to cool down the device from overheating, but it’s clearly not working. The energy you’re using to cool down the electronic parts it’s not cooling down the components but it’s actually just heating them more. And the computer systems tell you nothing it’s wrong because it technically isn’t, it just needs another cooling system. So I suggest to switch to passive cooling system to bypass the overheating problem."

"Passive cooling system?" Kate asked only, her curiosity piqued by Y/N’s idea, just like everyone else’s in the room.

"Yes. With passive cooling system we can use natural conduction, convection and radiation to cool the components down. It will work. I fixed many similar problems with it."

"Yeah- oh, yeah. It could work!" Shuri thought over Y/N’s words as she stared at the device on Kate’s desk before nodding enthusiastically at her. "Nat, what do you say?"

"That we need her help in the lab. Can we borrow her for a while?" Natasha directed the question to Kate, who was still staring at Y/N with a mix of shock and confusion, but also something that resembled pride? Y/N was not so sure.

"Yeah. But when you’re done- Y/N I need to speak to you." Kate stated with a low tone as she stared pointedly at Y/N, who nodded unsure and a bit worried and walked out of her boss’ office with Carol, Natasha, Jane and Shuri, Wanda following them.

-

"Come in." Y/N entered Kate’s office at hearing her boss’ validation to go in and tentatively walked into the room, wringing her hands nervously after she closed the door and turned around to face Kate.

"Hm- the device works, we run a-."

"I know. Shuri just called me." Kate interrupted Y/N with her eyes still glued on her desktop’s screen but when her eyes moved onto her a moment later, Y/N almost fainted from anxiety. "Why didn’t you tell me about you?"

"Because it wasn’t important. Not now at least."

"What do you mean?" Kate sat up from her desk and rounded it, making Y/N almost flinch in fright, but stayed put and watched Kate lean over her desk with her butt as she crossed her arms and stared at her curiously. Despite the serious, heavy air surrounding them, Y/N couldn’t help but think how extremely hot Kate looked in that moment, with her well-fitted, tailored grey suit hugging her curves, her hair flowing down her shoulders in natural waves, her light makeup highlighting her blue eyes and her bossy pose. It made Y/N’s head spin with so many gay feelings but she couldn’t focus on them too much right now since they weren’t exactly appropriated because Kate was her boss and because that said boss was now right in front of her, with an angry expression that told Y/N she was about to be lectured.

"Like Carol said, she made an offer for me. Working as your assistant until I can get a job here as an engineer. So that’s what I am for now, your assistant."

"Oh wow." Kate exclaimed, closing her mouth right after, mulling over Y/N’s words. "Are you really putting aside your degree just to wait for that spot as an electronic engineer here?" Y/N nodded softly, expressing how much this job means to her through her eyes hoping Kate would catch it. Luckily, she did. "Wow, that’s- dedication."

"I needed a job. Yeah it may not be my dream job for now, but it will be. Any type of job, for now, will do. I moved from California after graduating. To start over." It was Kate that nodded this time, understanding where Y/N was coming from, "besides, being your assistant it’s not that terrible or hellish like everyone told me about." Y/N cracked a joke to light up the heavy air that suddenly fell over them with a small shrug and she succeeded, making Kate snort under her breath while shaking her head.

"Who told you that?"

"Everyone here said to me, and I quote, ‘I’m so sorry’ every time I tell them I’m working as your new assistant." Kate snorted at that and nodded, knowing her friends and employees were just messing with her, "oh, and one of your ex assistants, the first one I assume, apparently left a journal in one of the desk’s drawers to vent over you and your, and I quote again, ‘narcissistic and completely dumb requests’. It seems it became pretty important to leave comments for every assistant that came after."

"Wow, really? Can I read it?" Kate asked with a mix of bewilderment and amusement swimming on her features, making Y/N snicker gently under her breath but she nodded nonetheless.

"Yeah, I’ll give it to you as soon as I finish reading it. It’s like a novel. I’m hooked." Y/N admitted with dreamy eyes and a wide smile, "do you know Kyla-."

"Who?"

Y/N rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Kate’s question, hearing her snort under her breath at her own words, before continuing, "anyway, she almost spit in your coffee three times just because you called her Koala?"

"Oh my god! Now I remember!" Kate laughed heartily as she clapped her hands, "yeah, I enjoyed calling her that just to see the vein on her forehead pop." Kate made a gesture with her hand in front of her face to stress the word ‘pop’ more before laughing alongside Y/N. Due to the giddy air now surrounding them Y/N didn’t exactly ponder on her next words, but she spoke up anyway.

"I also have a theory- that I need to verify once I’m done readying the journal- that there is something that each one of your assistants shared."

"And what is that? The hatred they had for me?"

"No, besides that- they actually- hm- all wanted to fuck you apparently." Y/N stated quickly, shrugging nonchalantly, causing Kate to almost fall off her leaning position on her desk with a loud laugh.

"What?! That’s not true! You’re messing with me."

"I’m being actually honest. Okay, wait here!" Y/N sprinted out of Kate’s office, approached her desk, opened the second drawer and retrieved the journal, smiling at Wanda looking at her quizzically in the process, before closing the drawer and returning to Kate’s office. "Take a look yourself." Y/N approached Kate still leaning on the desk and mirrored her as she sat beside her, while flipping through the journal’s pages to find a few spicy words Kate’s ex assistants wrote about her. "Ah, here it is. Okay, Barb said ‘that fucking bitch had the audacity to ask me to order her a salad and count if there are 115 lettuce leaves in it. But fuck, you can do anything she asks you to with that pretty face. Let’s not talk about that ass. Oh that ass, I daydream about touching that ass every time I have the chance to look at it.’ I laughed so hard reading it. Did you really ask her to count your lettuce leaves in your salad?" Y/N cackled loudly after reading the piece on the page she already read and turned around to look at Kate incredulously.

"Yeah, I thought it was fun." Kate laughed alongside Y/N and tried to conceal her blush tinting her cheeks at the words Y/N just read. "Go on, I want to know more."

"Okay, let me just-." Y/N flipped a few pages over, finding another interesting piece to read, "Johanna said ‘Kate oddly didn’t ask anything weird today so I had a lot of time to admire her amazing arms in her blouse. I would give anything to rip it off of her and see what else she has to offer.’"

"Oh my god, they were feisty." Kate commented as Y/N kept flipping over pages in focus, moving to the ones she hadn’t read yet.

"Hm-hm, but not as much as Violet, who wrote ‘can someone be so annoying but so fucking hot at the same time? She makes me go crazy. She always finds something wrong with what I do, but I would gladly let her bend me over her desk and fuck me hard as she lectures me." Y/N read out loud, finding herself blushing after finishing reading not only because she was reading those things that were directed to Kate right to Kate, but also because her brain decided to play with her and played that image over and over. And to make everything worse (or better?) she imagined herself bent over by Kate on her desk as she pound-.

"Oh shit, did she really wrote that?"

Y/N got pulled out of her daydreaming by Kate’s voice as she leaned over to take a better look at what was written on the journal’s page Y/N was reading, "y-yeah and apparently she was the last assistant you had because after this there is nothing more to read."

"Hm, good to know. Are you gonna write something down too? Vent about my rude ways or for calling you Jenny for a week?"

Y/N snorted at Kate’s question but shook her head softly, "nah, believe it or not, I actually enjoyed working for you these past weeks."

"Really?" Kate asked incredulously, turning her head around to look at Y/N better. "You would be the first then."

"Yeah." Y/N nodded with a gentle smile, "I have to admit I called you a bitch the first day we met and a few days later when you called me in the middle of the night, but I stopped then. I took it as a challenge to satisfy your every request."

"And what about the other comments? Are you gonna lust over me too?" Kate asked tentatively with a low, teasing tone, staring into Y/N’s beautiful Y/E/C eyes and waiting for her answer.

"Oh no." Y/N was quick to deny, maybe too quick for Y/N’s likings and snorted for good measure. "And besides, you can’t ask that!"

"Why not?"

"Because it’s-." Y/N trailed off to think something over, looking at Kate as she stared at her smugly, "totally unprofessional of you, of me."

"Oh, yeah right." Kate concedes in a sarcastic tone, a small grin appearing on her lips, "since you’re not gonna jump on my bones anytime soon like my other assistants, why don’t you go order my lunch? Oh and do not forget to call that catering company for my party at my house on Friday night."

"I already did."

"Oh that’s great, then call-."

"I covered the alcoholic beverages too. I ordered great amount of alcohol to make it, and I quote yourself, ‘flowing and flowing’."

"Hm, only two weeks here and you surprised me more times I can remember." Kate nodded in approval, her eyes doing a once over at Y/N as a proud smile rolled on her lips.

"I like being organized. Oh, this reminds me-." Y/N opened her notebook and flipped a few pages over to find the note she needed to comunicate to Kate, "someone named Sam called two times today asking to talk to you, she refused to tell me who she was or who she worked with. She insisted a lot on making you answer her calls."

"Oh shit, I promised to call her after our night on Thursday!" Kate sighed and caressed her temples gently, "okay tell her I’m working late."

"And if she calls again?"

"Tell her I’m working late again. I need to get rid of her."

"I don’t know if you’ve ever dumped someone Miss Bishop, but I think this lie will definitely not get rid of her."

Kate sighed at the sarcastic tone Y/N used and caressed her temples in thoughts, "it usually works, smarty pants. They just stop trying at the fourth attempt."

"O-kay." Y/N agreed skeptically but nodded nonetheless at her boss, "I will tell her that. Anything else?"

"No, just my lunch."

"On its way, boss!" Y/N announced on her way out of the door with her thumb up, a dorky gesture that made Kate snort in amusement with a fond shook of her head, totally ignoring the affection she already started feeling for her new assistant, something that had never happened before, as she took a seat at her desk again.

-

"An electronic engineer, an assistant and now a party planner. Is there something you can’t do, Y/N?" Wanda commented with a mix of bewilderment and amusement as soon as she entered Kate’s apartment with Y/N and Natasha following, causing Y/N to smile shyly at the comment.

"Damn, Y/L/N. This looks amazing." Natasha admitted in a dazed expression, her blue eyes sweeping all over the place in awe.

"Thank you, I spent two entire days planning all of this. Kate only told me about this party Tuesday morning. I had to plan everything in a very short amount of time."

"And you did amazing." Kate appeared out of nowhere, making the three girls jump up in fright, but Kate smiled at them as she approached the trio, "and for the record, I purposefully told you about this party that late."

"What?!" Y/N asked in disbelief, anger shining behind her eyes as she send a withering glare at Kate.

"I wanted to see how you worked under pressure." Kate shrugged nonchalantly as she took a sip of her drink covering her smug smirk with the rim of the glass in her hand.

"Oh great." Y/N lifted her arms up dejectedly and sighed, making Kate tap on her shoulder gently.

"You did good, you should be proud of yourself."

"Oh so I should thank you now?" Y/N asked sarcastically, smiling amusedly at Kate, and the blue eyed girl mirrored her with a challenging look.

"Wan let’s go, or we will witness them fucking in front of us." Natasha murmured in Wanda’s left ear and grabbed her hand to pull her away from the duo still bickering to walk towards the counter where the open bar was.

"What? Do you think-?" Wanda asked, trailing off and not finishing her question as she pointed with her thumb behind her back to Y/N and Kate still discussing and gasped softly.

"Yeah. They may not realize it yet, but I can see they lust over each other." Natasha explained to Wanda with a wide smirk, sitting down on a bar stool as Wanda walked around the counter. "So, how is an innocent, sweet girl like you, serving at this party full of snotty people?" Natasha changed subject quickly and leaned on the counter with her elbows and lifted her right eyebrow up seductively, eyeing Wanda like she was a predator ready to jump on its prey, speaking after a few moments of silence spent watching Wanda grab a few bottles to make cocktails for them.

Wanda blushed furiously when she made the mistake of meeting Natasha’s gaze and almost dropped the bottle of vodka she was using to mix it with a few more ingredients with the intensity of her stare. "I needed a job, rich people leave good tips when they are drunk."

"Hm, and did ever someone insisted too much on particular topics while too drunk?"

Wanda kept playing along Natasha’s charade, taking some time to squeeze half a lemon into the mixer before answering Natasha, "yes, but I can look after myself."

"Oh I do not doubt that. But you can’t be here, all alone. Someone needs to protect you." Natasha stated nonchalantly, shrugging when Wanda lifted her gaze up from the mixer to stare at Natasha unamused, "pretty girls needs to have their knight in shining armor."

"Oh yeah? Would that be you? Are you offering?" Wanda purposefully ignored the ‘pretty girls’ part, not wanting to get her hopes up when Natasha was just playing around to kill time at the party, so she moved on with their banter with an amused grin.

"Yes, of course."

Wanda’s small smile widened just a bit as she thought over her next question, "and where is your shining armor?"

"Oh I took it to the dry cleaner’s." Natasha made up an excuse nonchalantly, cracking Wanda’s almost serious face as she laughed heartily at that.

"Yeah, being clean is a really important thing. I love when the pretty girls I serve are clean." Wanda for once decided to be bold and delivered her line to Natasha as she mixed their drinks.

Natasha swallowed imperceptibly at the words Wanda used, feeling her brain literally melt and short-circuit for a moment, but pretended to act cool as she grabbed the drink Wanda offered to her with a seductive look, "thank you."

"So tell me, my brave knight, are you gonna make sure no one poisoned alcohol?" Wanda kept joking as she fidgeted with the small straw in her glass, mustering the most seductive look she had ever used and bit on her bottom lip teasingly. If Natasha wanted to play dirty with her, she was capable of doing just the same.

At that, Natasha straightened her back slightly as she saw a big opportunity. She could make the final move and explicitly hit on Wanda, hoping she would finally notice she had a crush on her, "oh yeah right, hold on." The younger redhead watched with rapt attention as Natasha wrapped her lips around the small straw and took a small sip from her glass, humming at the delicious and balanced taste Wanda created for their drinks, before licking her lips clean. Wanda watched everything unfold in front of her like it was all in slow motion, her breath getting shallower as her mouth dried up and her eyes darkened. "Nope, no poison in here."

"Okay then-."

"Ah-ah, I need to check yours too." Natasha stopped Wanda mid-sentence and without hesitation, sat slightly up from her stool to lean over the counter, giving a great view of her half exposed boobs to Wanda through the really deep neckline of her dress, before wrapping her lips around Wanda’s straw too with her drink still in her hand, and taking a small sip, never breaking their eye-contact as their faces were really close. Wanda felt like she could explode at any moment as lust pumped fast into her veins, Natasha’s green eyes feeling like they were swallowing her in and she was willing to make them do that. Wanda’s breath hitched imperceptibly when Natasha lifted up a bit to be at eye-level with her, purposefully leaning closer to the young redhead to tease her some more, making their breaths mingling as their noses almost touched but she didn’t close the gap. She wanted Wanda to want that too. "All clear."

"I-I-." Wanda licked her dry lips and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat as she tried to collect her thoughts and to form at least a coherent phrase, but it became a really difficult task with the redhead so close to her. "I- I need to go to the bathroom."

And with that Wanda excused herself and flew into the bathroom, running on wobbly legs and with her heart aching, leaving Natasha hanging there. She knew she was acting stupid but she needed some time to collect her thoughts over what just happened in the past few minutes. "You’re an idiot."

Wanda turned around with a small shriek when she felt a voice ring right beside her, making her open her eyes at the person on her left, "what are you doing here?"

"I saw what happened there. She was flirting with you and you ran away from her?!"

"She wasn’t flirting with me, she was just joking around." Wanda shook her head in denial and closed her eyes to calm her nerves and heartbeat down by laying her hands on the sink, the cold ceramic soothing her slightly, while Y/N scoffed under her breath.

"Wan, I love you but you are fucking stupid." Y/N stated gently, eyeing Wanda with a mix of affection and exasperation, "she was flirting with you. Trust me, I’ve done plenty of that. I can recognize when someone is flirting and Wan, she was."

"I-I-." Wanda sighed out loud before covering her face with her hands, her mind still wrapping around this new piece of information she subconsciously already knew but she wasn’t ready to admit to herself.

"Why did you run away?" Y/N asked softly, approaching the redhead and placing her hand on her shoulder.

"I- I can’t lose her, Y/N/N. She means the world to me and her rejecting me and pushing me away after I tell her how I feel it’s something I don’t want to experience."

"But she won’t reject you Wan! She was just flirting with you! She literally eye-fucked you as she drank from your glass. Listen- I know it’s scary, but if you don’t make a move you won’t know if she feels the same."

"I don’t want to risk our friendship, Y/N/N." Wanda reasoned, sighing out loud in distress as she detached her eyes from Y/N to look at herself in the mirror in front of her, finding dread in her features.

"Natasha won’t ever walk away from you if she doesn’t feel the same. You know that." Y/N tried to reassure Wanda with the softest tone she could muster, looking at her through the mirror and smiling encouragingly at her.

Wanda smiled back gently and nodded solemnly, "I appreciate what you’re doing Y/N/N, thank you for cheering me up."

Y/N let out a soft breath while nodding in understanding. Wanda wasn’t going to relent that easily and she won’t push her to do something she wasn’t ready to do yet, so she just moved on another topic to ease Wanda up, "don’t mention it, I will always be here for you, Wan."

The redhead turned towards the Y/E/C girl and hugged her hard, showing all the gratitude she felt for her and what she did tonight, "do not tell Clint, but you’re becoming my favorite."

Y/N snorted at Wanda’s words before pulling away from the hug and nodding at the girl, "noted."

-

"Miss Bishop, can I talk to you for a second?" About an hour later her interaction with Wanda in the bathroom, Y/N watched as Natasha gravitated back to Wanda and pretended like the girl didn’t just walked away from her flirting as she initiated a conversation with her and the Y/H/C girl decided to jump into action.

"Yeah, what’s up? And please call me Kate, Miss Bishop makes me feel old." Kate asked after excusing herself from her previous conversation with a few of her employees, nodding at Y/N in anticipation before following her to a more quiet part of her apartment to talk.

"Okay- hm, Kate- hm, do you want to join me on a mission?" Y/N whispered conspiratorially after moving closer to Kate, making the girl furrow her eyebrows and look at her confused. Despite it felt weird at first, Y/N had to admit it was amazing calling her boss by her first name and not by her last name.

"What are you talking about?"

"Do you see those two idiots in love right there?" Y/N pointed to Wanda laughing care-freely at something Natasha said before staring at Kate as she looked at them and realization hit her.

"Wanda and Natasha? Are they-?"

"Yeah, look at them." Y/N gave Kate about a minute to let her observe the two girls interact, her blue eyes scrutinizing every movement to detect everything that could make her believe Y/N‘s words.

"Oh shit, you’re right!" Kate spoke up in disbelief after she watched Natasha flirt shamelessly with Wanda, "Natasha is flirting with Wanda."

"Yeah, she jumped right at it again, I see. You missed the great show that was Natasha trying to seduce Wanda by taking a sip of Wanda’s drink from her straw."

"Oh wow, Romanoff is bold. And why are they still here? I thought they would be already on their way home, y’know." Y/N snorted at Kate’s wink and wiggling of her eyebrows before shaking her head in exasperation.

"Wanda walked away in panic. I tried to talk her out of her nerves, but she is too afraid to make a move herself or believe Natasha is actually flirting with her because she doesn’t want to lose Natasha as a friend."

"How cute." Kate commented as she stared at Wanda talking heatedly with her hands with Natasha, who stared at her like a lovesick puppy and smiled.

"That’s where we come into the picture."

"What?"

"Wanda needs reassurance Natasha likes her back and Natasha, well- she just needs a good opportunity to kiss Wanda. She almost did at the counter, but Wanda walked away before she could do that."

"Okay, I think I’m following."

"I need your help to make sure they are alone in the bathroom. I already thought about everything." Y/N smirked conspiratorially and watched as Kate did the same, nodding in understanding as she agreed to work with Y/N on her plan.

"I like this this wicked side of yours. Go on."

"Okay, first thing first, I will go grab a drink and then go to Wanda and Natasha to join on their conversation, meanwhile you will try to talk to anyone that is in our proximity and wait about 5 minutes before ‘accidentally’-." Y/N made quotation marks with her fingers to stress over the word ‘accidentally’ before continuing, "bumping into me and making me spill my drink on Wanda’s blouse. I will offer to help Wanda clean herself up but then you will stop me by making up some kind of excuse, this way I know Natasha will offer to help Wanda clean herself up and they will be alone in your bathroom." Y/N finished explaining her plan with her chest puffed up in pride, feeling satisfied for making up a great plan to help her friends out.

"That’s great! Did I already tell you I love this wicked side of you?"

-

"No Y/N, tell me you didn’t."

"Oh I did, right in front of my teacher. I got detention for punching that asshole but he asked for it." Wanda and Natasha laughed their asses off as Y/N told them about a funny story from high school, letting a small laugh escape her lips too as she thought about that moment. "That way he ne-." Y/N got abruptly stopped mid-sentence when a body collided on hers, knowing it was Kate that ‘accidentally’ bumped into her and following her plan she purposefully tilted her hand too much from just a simple bump to let her drink spill all over Wanda’s blouse, making her shriek loudly at the coldness invading her body. "Oh, shit! I’m so sorry! Someone bumped into me and I-."

"It’s okay Y/N/N, it wasn’t intentional." Oh, but it was. Y/N mischievously thought in her head before fumbled around to take a few napkins to dab the liquid from Wanda’s blouse. "Ah, shit. Let’s go to the bathroom, I’ll help you clean up."

"Oh Y/N! There you are! I’ve been trying to find you for an hour." Kate immediately butted in the conversation, making Y/N smirk inwardly at her playing along with her plan, "I need your help with something."

"Can it wait? I need to help Wanda-."

"Don’t worry Y/N/N, go. I’ll help Wanda." Natasha interjected gently, a small smile adorning her features as she took the napkins from Y/N’s hands and guided Wanda into the bathroom, "let’s go or you’ll smell like a tropical cocktail for the rest of the night."

Y/N and Kate watched as Wanda and Natasha walked into the bathroom, that Kate made sure no one was in before starting their plan, and then closed the door behind them. "Good job." Y/N admitted to Kate as she lifted her hand up to her without moving her eyes away from the closed bathroom door.

"Thanks, you did good too." Kate high-fived Y/N as her eyes also stayed glued to her bathroom door, before turning towards her assistant mischievously, "we’re a good team."

"Yeah. Now let’s go, you owe me a new drink."

"No, you owe me one." Kate objected and made Y/N snort at her as she shook her head in fond exasperation, but complied anyway as the two made their way towards the counter to make themselves their drinks.

-

"Good morning, Y/N/N!" Y/N lifted her head up from the papers she was sorting out on her desk when Wanda’s voice interrupted her, watching as the girl walked to her desk and sat on her chair with a brighter-than-the-sun smile, something that made Y/N grin too.

"Good morning to you too. In a good mood today?" Y/N asked causally while sitting up from her chair and walking towards Wanda’s desk to sit on it like she usually did on the early working hours when others employees and their bosses haven’t showed up yet, in her smile no trace of her knowing why the redhead was so happy.

"I’m always in a good mood, Y/N/N." Wanda tried to elude Y/N’s question as she avoided eye contact with her. Y/N had a feeling something happened between Wanda and Natasha Friday night and she knew Wanda would spill everything out by just meeting her eyes, but since the girl was avoiding them at all costs, she used other ways to let her talk.

"How was your weekend?"

"Oh you know, same old stuff. Caught up on some sleep, watched a few tv shows, slept some more. Yours?" Wanda answered vaguely, still avoiding Y/N’s gaze as she busied herself with tidying up her desk that was already pretty neat since they hadn’t started working yet.

"Hm, I had to do a few things Kate asked me to do Friday night. Oh speaking of which, I’m sorry again for spilling my drink on you."

At the mention of Friday night, Y/N noticed Wanda’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly as she stopped just a moment in her tracks before resuming her actions to not rise suspicion, "don’t worry, Y/N/N."

"Did you left right after? I tried to find you but you were gone."

"Oh- y-yeah. I- t-the blouse was drenched, I went home because I couldn’t fix the stain." Y/N noticed how Wanda stammered in her explanation and she knew she was ready to relent and tell her what really happened that night, so she just pushed Wanda’s buttons a bit more to make her spill the tea.

"Hm, yeah, that’s understandable." Wanda sighed out of relief when Y/N didn’t say anything else, but almost fainted and fell off her chair at Y/N’s next question, spoken with an innocent lilt in her tone but with a cheeky grin on her lips, "and did you get the hickey on your neck before or after going home?"

Wanda then whipped her head towards Y/N and finally met her eyes with her own widened comically, "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I think you do. You tried to cover it up with makeup, but it’s too dark for your skin. It’s showing out, like- a lot."

Wanda tried to hold Y/N’s knowing gaze but after a few, painful seconds she relented with a loud sigh, "what do you know?"

"That Natasha definitely helped you out with your blouse." Y/N stated out loud with a proud, knowing smirk, and wiggled her eyebrows mischievously when a deep red blush appeared on Wanda’s cheeks.

"She- I- yeah."

"Oh my god! I’m so happy for you, Wan. Tell me everything!"

Wanda smiled softly at her friend as she fidgeted with her hands and nodded gently but before she could open her mouth, Kate came strolling down the hallway and stopped in front of Y/N sat on Wanda’s desk, "good morning Wanda, good morning Y/N."

"Good morning, Kate." Wanda smiled widely at the black haired girl, hoping with all her heart her blush at least faded a bit.

"Good morning, Kate." Y/N repeated Wanda’s words and greeted her boss, watching her with a knowing smirk on and a certain glint in her eyes, making Kate understand right away what she was silently telling her.

"So, did it work?" Kate asked hopeful, her eyes filling up with mirth when Y/N nodded with a bright grin, shamelessly asking about Wanda with the girl right beside them, who stared at the two girls confused.

"What did it work?" Wanda asked confusedly, biting nervously on her bottom as she worried at the two girls sharing knowing smirks and looks.

Y/N ignored Wanda’s question and answered Kate’s one, her grin broadening, "yup."

Kate stared at Wanda a few seconds, intimidating Wanda as her ocean blue eyes scrutinized her up and down, before she spoke up with a proud smile, now directed at Y/N, "you owe me 50 bucks." And with that Kate walked away from the two girls and into her office, leaving Wanda with her jaw falling on the ground as realization fell on her.

"Yeah, I know." Y/N sighed out as she yelled at her boss before she could close her office’s door and then turning back towards her friend, smiling innocently at a furious looking Wanda.

"Hold on, did you bet on me and Natasha with Kate?!" Wanda asked with an incredulous expression on her features, letting go of the pencil she was holding in her shock, the wooden object clinking loudly on the desk as it fell down.

"Kinda." Y/N tried to downplay what really happened but one pointed look from Wanda made her sigh out dejectedly, "okay, yeah, we did."

"That’s just- wait, hold on." Wanda was ready to give Y/N an earful about betting on herself and Natasha when something Kate said piqued her curiosity again, "Kate asked you if something worked out. What was she talking about?" At that the Y/H/C girl immediately avoided Wanda’s eyes, focusing them on a random item on Wanda’s desk and picking it up.

"Oh wow is this new? I am sure it is, because it totally wasn’t there-."

"Y/N." Wanda stopped Y/N in her attempt of deflecting her question with an authoritative, hard tone that left no space from any more avoiding from Y/N, making the Y/E/C girl let out a resigned breath as she placed Wanda’s stapler back down on her desk.

"We kinda teamed up to make you and Natasha happen on Friday night." Y/N quickly spit out the words and closed her eyes in anticipation, waiting for Wanda’s wrath, but it never came so Y/N tentatively opened one eye to see Wanda’s reaction.

"You two- what?!" Wanda was only capable of emitting those three words, too much focused on replaying Friday night’s events to connect all the dots, but coming up empty. "What did you two do?"

"We planned on spilling that drink on you. I was sure that you both needed a little push, especially Natasha. But it worked right? You spent the night with her, right?"

"Well yeah, but- Y/N!" Wanda leaned forward and slapped Y/N on her bicep, making the girl groan in pain.

"Ohw!"

"That’s what you deserve for what you did." Wanda repeated the gesture, making Y/N groan in pain again before she stared at her in disbelief, her arms opening in bewilderment at the redhead slapping her again, but the girl nodded resolutely, "and that was meant for Kate, but since I can’t hit our boss, I hit you."

"How convenient." Y/N rolled her eyes at Wanda’s logic while caressing her arm to ease the light sting there, Wanda nodding again resolutely.

"And this-." Wanda trailed off to sit up from her chair and Y/N instantly lifted her arms up to shield herself from Wanda’s attack, but relaxed right away when Wanda hugged her tightly, despite the embrace being a bit uncomfortable with Y/N’s hands still between their bodies. "Is for what you two did." Wanda finished her sentence in a grateful tone, leaning her head back and staring into Y/N’s eyes with appreciation glinting in them, before laying a small peck on her left cheek.

"I only wanted you two to be finally happy. You both deserve it." Y/N admitted truthfully, smiling softly at Wanda as she pulled fully away from the embrace and sat back down on her chair, the redhead reciprocating the gesture right away, "now, tell me everything."

-

"Y/N, do you have any reports about that new technology Tony tested?"

"Yeah, hold on- I have it right here." Y/N rummaged through the stack of papers she had in her arms with only one hand as she struggled a bit on not making them fall on the ground as the other held the stack of papers still, and sighed out loud when she came up empty. "Hm, I think I have it on my desk."

"Okay, you’ll give it to me later. You can go for now." Kate dismissed Y/N while never breaking her eyes on whatever she was typing away on her phone, her eyebrows furrowed in a small, focused frown.

"Don’t forget your meeting will start in 20 minutes."

"What meeting?" Kate stopped her fingers’ movements on her phone and looked up at Y/N in a mix of confusion and panic.

"With those investors from Germany."

"Fuck! Was it today?" Kate asked in alarm, frantically looking through the mess that was on her desk to find the sticky note she was sure she put somewhere to remember about that important meeting. After about 10 seconds she found it under hundreds of papers and sighed out in frustration, "shit, I completely forgot about it!"

"Do you need something to help you prepare everything for it?"

"No, I luckily had everything ready for weeks. I am just- shit- worried. A deal with them is really important for us. It’s a lot of pressure and I would’ve liked a little bit more than 20 minutes to get ready properly." Kate moved her eyes from Y/N’s figure standing in the middle of her office to fixate her eyes on the sticky note to calm her nerves down, sighing loudly.

"Is there something else I can do for you?" After a few seconds of silence of Y/N watching Kate closing herself off in her brain still staring at her desk pensively, she spoke up softly, effectively pulling her out of her thoughts.

"Hm, no, thank you. I just need some time alone to get myself ready, like I always do for important meetings. Don’t wait for me. Go welcome our guests when they will arrive, I’ll meet you there." Kate stated in a calm tone while massaging her temples, Y/N staring at her in worry.

"Okay, if you need anything, just call me." Y/N reassured Kate on her way out of the door, looking at her through her shoulder before she could walk out of Kate’s office and watched her nod with a small, grateful smile.

"Will do. Thank you."

With that, Y/N exited the room and sighed out loud again as she walked towards her desk to put away the stack of papers she had in her hands, before searching the reports Kate asked her, finding them in a folder in the first drawer of her desk with ‘TONY’ written down on it. She took the folder and placed it beside her computer, ready to give it to Kate as soon as she finished with her meeting before focusing on tidying up a few more papers littered on her desk. Ten minutes or so later she looked to her right, towards Wanda’s desk, and found it empty, knowing the girl was already in the conference room with Jane, Natasha and Shuri to review a few things before the meeting. She let out a small breath before checking the time. She still got about 6 minutes before she had to be in the conference room to welcome their guests, so she sat up, grabbed her notebook and pen to take a few notes during the meeting and got ready to walk towards the conference room, but stopped in her tracks when she noticed Kate’s office door was slightly ajar and furrowed her eyebrows in thought. Kate hated being interrupted as she got ready for important meetings, so she always asked Y/N to close the door to prevent anyone to disturb her. Her now leaving her desk to go to the meeting room meant she couldn’t stop anyone from disturbing Kate and the door slightly ajar also meant they could think Kate wasn’t actually busy and could just knock, disturbing her in the process. With a small sigh, the girl shook her head and walked towards Kate’s office door, not wanting to deal with an angry Kate in the near future. She grabbed the doorknob and got ready to pull the door close, when a small sound blocked her. It couldn’t be what she thought she just heard, could it? Y/N stayed frozen in front of Kate’s office door for a few moments, her left hand gripping the doorknob hard as she stared with widened eyes at Kate’s black couch through the small crack the door created, her heartbeat so loud in her ears it almost deafened her. When about 10 seconds passed and no strange sound echoed from Kate’s office, Y/N sighed out in relief, thankful that what she thought she heard was probably just the door squeaking loudly. The Y/H/C girl almost chocked on her own saliva when a moment later she heard that sound again, louder this time. It was unmistakable. Kate was moaning. Y/N felt a mix of emotions hit her all at once and it astonished her she wasn’t exactly feeling what she should actually feel when you walk in on your boss moaning, like disgust, horror or uneasiness. No, she actually felt a little bit of shock, but also eagerness and most importantly arousal and instead of focusing on why she was actually feeling that way or to stop eavesdropping on Kate and feel dirty for spying on Kate’s personal space, she tried to take a better look into Kate’s office through the small crack she had available, but sighed out in frustration when she could only see the side of Kate’s desk.

Then, instead of walking away, Y/N tried to open the door just a slightly bit more, thankful it didn’t squeak loudly in the process, and almost fainted when she could now partially see Kate, sat on her chair, facing the windows behind her, and with the back of her chair facing the door. From her angle she could see the blue eyed girl’s right arm was moving rhythmically up and down, leaving no doubts about what Kate was actually doing. A shiver run down Y/N’s spine when Kate whined again under her breath as she noticed she sped up her movements, telling Y/N she was ready to come and that immediately increased her body temperature as a familiar pressure formed in her lower stomach. Y/N knew it was wrong what she was doing and she was glad no one was around to catch her spying on her boss masturbating, but she couldn’t walk away, she felt stuck on her spot as her eyes couldn’t detach from Kate’s arm moving. Her body reacted to every breath, whine or moan Kate emitted, filling her up each passing second with need, need for her and for her release, a release that didn’t take long to come (no pun intended). After about a couple of more seconds with Kate’s whines coming out incessantly, Kate came with a long, breathy moan but with the heartbeat loud in her ears and from her distance Y/N wasn’t able to hear what Kate murmured under her breath. "Fuck." Y/N whispered under her breath and shivered wildly when what she just witnessed caught up on her. She immediately shook herself out of her lustful haze, closed the door as quietly as she could to not be caught by Kate, before walking, no, sprinting, towards the conference room.

-

Y/N typed quickly on her keyboard to update the report of their meeting, feeling her forehead sweating while she shook her right knee up and down frantically under her desk. Even if on the outside she looked laser-focused on her task, she was actually far from that on the inside. She was freaking out as images she witnessed about two hours ago still plagued her mind, increasing the pressure she felt between her legs and the shame she felt for what she had done and what she was feeling. During the whole meeting Y/N sat in her chair staring into space, replaying Kate’s moans over and over in her head and beating herself up for feeling arousal for everything she witnessed. Am I really crushing on my boss?! That’s- just- too much. I mean yeah, she is hot, not to mention smart and witty and extremely beautiful. But she is my boss!!! Fuck I’m so screwed right now. What do I do? I will pretend it never happened, duh. "Y/N, you’re gonna break that thing in half." Wanda snickered when she returned from the printer and noticed the girl’s harsh typing.

"Sorry- I-."

"It went fucking amazing!" Kate exclaimed as she came out of nowhere and placed her hand on Y/N’s left shoulder, making the girl jump up in her chair as she let out a shriek that almost sounded like a moan, but she was thankful neither Kate nor Wanda noticed as they were too busy laughing at Y/N’s reaction.

"Sorry. You just- scared me." To be completely honest Y/N heard Kate approaching her, she just didn’t expect her to touch her and she jumped up not in fright but because her body almost exploded at her touch.

"Remind me to come up behind you and scare you more often. That was hilarious." Kate admitted as she chuckled heartily and patted her on the shoulder, while Wanda calmed down from her giggles and sat at her desk to finish a few tasks Jane assigned to her.

"Yeah, yeah." Y/N dismissed Kate with a wave of her hand, still trying to calm herself down and get a grip on herself. She was Kate’s assistant. She worked with her every day, all day long. She needed to stop feeling this way towards her boss.

"Oh, are these Tony’s reports?" Y/N nodded at the girl as she avoided her eyes at all costs, fearing she would literally melt under her gaze. She just needed to avoid looking and be near her for a while. But it was proven a really difficult task right away when Kate leaned over her to grab the folder on her desk, causing her left boob to grasp her right arm. When she felt she was about to moan out embarrassingly, Kate straightened up and opened the folder, before sitting on Y/N’s desk as she reviewed the papers in there. Y/N definitely didn’t focus her eyes between Kate’s legs as they were slightly spread- hm no, no- opened in front of her as planted her left foot on the floor to balance herself on the desk, focusing instead on her hand close to Kate’s knee that was itching to touch her, silently communicating with it to not move. If someone knew her inner turmoil, they would’ve found the scene hilarious. "Hm, there’s something not working out in these." Kate admitted in a hum as she skidded her eyes quickly on the words written all over again, "did Tony sent us his device?"

"Yes, Natasha showed it to Shuri before the meeting." Wanda answered when Y/N dumbly opened and closed her mouth without responding, making the redhead stare at her in confusion but also curiosity as she tried to meet her gaze, while Kate stayed focused on the papers in her hands.

"Okay great. This definitely needs an electronic engineer’s review. Y/N, can you go get the device and come into my office? I need your help with this."

"Y-yeah. No problem." Y/N stuttered before taking a long breath, calming her heartbeat down, then immediately sprinting up her chair when Kate sat up from her seating position on Y/N’s desk, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead that made a mental note to ask Y/N what was happening before she could go get the device Kate needed to review.

"Great, I’ll wait you in my office." And with that, Kate walked away without breaking her focus from the papers in her hands, entered her office and closed the door behind her.

"I- I need to go. Are we still up for tonight?"

"Yeah, we will pick you up at 9." Wanda nodded before quickly sitting up from her chair and stopping Y/N as she almost flew to the elevator but Wanda stopped her with a hand on her arm, "Y/N/N, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I’m fine. Why are you asking?" Y/N let out in one quick breath and slapped her forehead inwardly for sounding totally okay.

"What happened?" Wanda asked with worried eyes when she saw conflict appear on Y/N’s face as she debated on telling Wanda what happened a few hours prior or not, in the end deciding to tell her the truth, hoping to at least relieve her nerves and guilt.

"B-before the meeting, I-." Y/N looked around herself to make sure no one was listening to them and almost rolled her eyes when she remembered they were the only occupants of that floor beside Jane and Kate, before continuing, spilling out words as fast as humanly possible, "IsawKatemasturbate."

"I’m sorry, what? Can you repeat? Slower this time. You sounded like my brother on his fourth coffee of the day." Wanda snorted at her own joke as she thought over her brother when he had too much caffeine in his system, but chocked on her saliva when Y/N repeated herself, spelling her words out slowly this time.

"I saw Kate masturbate."

"WHAT?!" Wanda screeched in shock as her eyes widened comically, making Y/N shush her as she frantically looked around them again.

"Shhh!"

"Wha- how?!?!"

"I will explain everything later, I need to go or I won’t finish in time and we will be late for tonight."

"Okay, but I need to know everything!" Y/N nodded and quickly run to the elevator to get the device she will need to review with Kate, feeling butterflies in her stomach at the thought, but tried to calm herself down to be as professional as she could.

-

"Ugh, I don’t understand why it’s not working. Tony wrote that he already started working on a solution on this flaw." Y/N groaned after about three hours of reviewing Tony’s reports on the device with Kate, already feeling her uneasiness leave her as she focused on what she was good at.

"I think we need a break from all of this. We can go to my place. I think we are the only people left in here." Kate stated as she looked out of her office and saw only a few lights still on, the others already been shut off by the guards.

"I- I actually have p-plans. It’s Friday night and-."

"Y/N, you don’t need to reason with me." Kate stopped Y/N before she could start rambling with a small smile on her lips and a soft expression on her features, "we can continue on Monday, it’s fine. Or I could work on it myself during the weekend."

"I- I- hm- do you want to tag along tonight?" Y/N screamed inside at her stupid mouth talking before she could give it permission and tried to frantically explain her totally out of nowhere and especially unprofessional question, "I-I mean this way we can continue talking about the device, o-or not. I mean you- I was just-."

"Y/N, breathe." Kate interrupted Y/N with a warm smile on her lips and placed her hands on her shoulders to help her calm down, "yes."

"I-you- what?" Kate’s hands placement was meant to calm Y/N down, but it was only worsening as she was now freaking out for completely different reasons.

"I said yes. I totally need a night out to get rid of this week’s stress. I didn’t have plans tonight other than staying at home watching TV. It will be fun." Kate shrugged and finally moved her hands off of Y/N, letting Y/N breathe normally again.

"I- great. It will be fun." Y/N repeated with more of a grimace instead of a grin and took another deep breath to prevent her heart to beat out of her ribcage.

"Well then, let’s go. Do you need a ride?"

"No I- will take the bus." Y/N waved Kate off but sighed out a moment later when she checked the time and noticed she missed it by an hour.

"Yeah, I’m sure they are waiting for you to finish working." Kate cracked a joke and snorted at her words, "c’mon. I’ll take you home." Kate sent Y/N a soft smile as she shook her head gently and continued, "let me just grab my things and we can go."

"O-kay. Thank you." Y/N stuttered nervously, watching Kate grab her phone, her car keys and her coat and as she waited, her mind decided to let her remember what she witnessed that same day, her eyes immediately flying to the chair Kate was sat in a few moments prior as her body temperature rose once again.

"Are you ready to go?" Kate pulled Y/N out of her head, grateful she pulled her mind out of the gutter before it could spiral out of control and nodded with a gentle smile.

"Hm, yeah, I just need to take my coat and we can go."

-

"Here we go." Kate parked outside Y/N’s building about 40 minutes later, their car ride surprisingly comfortable as they talked about the device some more alongside with a few things to get to know each other more. "We live close each other." Kate pointed out as she took a look around and recognized that part of the city, not too far from the block her apartment was in.

"Yeah, I know." Y/N smiled at Kate, remembering the night she walked in on Kate fucking a girl and before her mind could spiral out of control again with images of Kate masturbating, she just nodded with a snort, not exactly sure if she could exit the car just yet or wait for Kate’s signal or something like that.

"Hm, listen, since we live close, I can pick you up in an hour so we can meet the others there." Kate suggested after silence fell down in the car, not completely awkward but not exactly comfortable.

Y/N was pretty sure she melted onto Kate’s car’s expensive leather seat at the girl acting shy as she asked her question, a sight Y/N wasn’t used to since she had always watched Kate stand tall and carrying so much confidence at work, "yeah, that would be great. I’ll see you in an hour." Y/N agreed without actually thinking properly, but she couldn’t say no to that pretty face literally begging her to come pick her up, so she just took a mental note to call Wanda as soon as she got home to tell her to meet them at the club.

"Great." The two said goodbye with soft smiles and Kate waited for Y/N to enter her building before speeding away towards her apartment, causing Y/N to literally ask the butterflies in her stomach to stop going crazy at the gesture as she took the elevator to her apartment floor. As soon as Y/N closed her apartment door, she grabbed her phone and dialed Wanda’s number and put her on speaker, meanwhile getting rid of her shoes and discarding her pants and jacket on the couch. The redhead answered after 3 rings right as Y/N took off her blouse too, leaving her with just her bra and underwear on.

"Hello?"

"Hey Wan, I called to tell you, you don’t need to pick me up anymore. I’ll meet you there in an hour and a half."

"Did you buy a car in the last four hours?" Wanda asked amusedly at the girl’s words, snorting at her own joke.

"No, I-." Y/N trailed off to think about the best way to deliver to Wanda the news about Kate joining them at the club without having the girl tease her about it to no end but came up empty-handed, so she just decided to deliver the news right away, just like ripping off a bandaid, and hoped Wanda was on her best behavior, "Kate is picking me up."

"I’m sorry, I think I lost signal for a second. Did I heard Kate is picking you up?"

Y/N sighed out at the girl’s mocking tone as she sat on her bed, pinching the bridge of her nose and getting herself ready for the endless teasing, "yeah, I- I invited her tonight."

"Are you serious?" When Y/N stayed quiet at the question, Wanda gasped in shock, "tell me everything!"

"I will try to summarize everything really quick, I still need to shower and Kate will be here in less than an hour." Y/N purposefully ignored Wanda’s knowing ‘hum’ and continued, "we were working on a few flaws Tony’s device has and she started to get frustrated because we didn’t make any improvement, so she wanted to take a break and asked me to continue at her place, but when I told her I already had plans- Wan you should have seen her face, she was so sad. So I asked her to join us. Then she drove me home, realized we live close and asked me to come pick me up. Again she was so adorably hopeful for me to say yes- so I couldn’t say no to her and here we are."

Wanda stayed quiet for a couple of seconds, a wide smirk making its way on her face as she listened to Y/N, sure Y/N could detect it in her tone, "so when were you gonna tell me you had a crush on our boss?"

"WhAT?!" Y/N screeched as she choked up on her saliva, a blush immediately appearing on her cheeks while her heartbeat increased.

"Oh, don’t play dumb with me, Y/N/N. You like her. I honestly had been having my suspects for about two weeks, but this just confirmed everything. I find it extremely cute."

"No Wan, I don’t have a crush on Kate. Yeah she is hot, extremely smart and-and she carries so much confidence during meetings with misogynous men, making her look so powerful- and she can be so- so effortlessly beautiful- and-." Y/N trailed off to sigh out loud when she noticed she just literally gushed about Kate with Wanda and slapped her forehead when she heard the redhead squeal in excitement.

"Oh my god! You have a crush on Kate! Ah! Okay, now it’s not the time to fangirl. You need to get ready. Put on the sexiest thing you have and if you don’t make a move tonight I will literally slap you in front of her."

"Wan did you gone fucking crazy? I can’t make a move on her."

"Why not?"

"Because I’m her assistant and she is my boss. I will never make a move on her. She will definitely fire me and I need this job. Not to mention I spied on her masturbating this morning!" Y/N reasoned as she massaged her temples to relieve the stress she started feeling in that moment once again. Before going into Kate’s office with the device, Y/N told Wanda everything that happened before the meeting and after enduring Wanda teasing her, she walked into Kate’s office to work on the device’s flaws. She would love for something to happen between her and Kate, but they weren’t in a romantic movie. Nothing will happen between them. She won’t give herself hope to have her heart broken.

"What if she doesn’t fire you? What if she likes you back?" Wanda tried to reason with Y/N too, wanting her friend to find happiness just like she did with Natasha and she had to thank Y/N and Kate for that. So she will do everything in her power to make them happen and make them happy like they did with her and Natasha.

"It won’t happen, Wan."

"What if it will?" Wanda pushed, getting a little bit angry at Y/N dismissing everything like she wasn’t even willing to try.

"It won’t, Wan. I don’t want to get my hopes up. I- I need to go. It’s getting late. I will see you soon, okay?"

Wanda let out a frustrated breath but let the girl be for now, "okay, but please, put something nice. It won’t hurt trying."

"Just admit you want to see me in a sexy dress." Y/N tried to joke to lift up the heavy air that surrounded their call and smiled in relief when the redhead snorted under her breath.

"Keep dreaming, Y/L/N."

With that, the two girls hung up and Y/N sprinted into the shower to get ready as quickly as humanly possible since Kate would be there in 45 minutes.

-

PART 2.

[xuchiya]

Hello! Firstly, thank you so much for sharing your beautiful writings with us online 💕

I saw your post about your inbox being empty and I was wondering if you could write Jongho angst/fluff about his new relationship with reader who likes skinship, so like he gets shy and conflicted at first, maybe even insecure about not being good bf or angry about having to do skinship but then they both work things out and it has good ending? 🥺

I'm in desperate need of Jongho scenarios, maybe you'll bless me and other ribos with one 🙏

If not, it's okay too! Have a good day/night :D

Hello my loves, thank you so much, I'm quite rusty since i have stop writing for many years and this year was the only time I returned writing!! I am happy to always share my works with you ... and feed your delulus heheh 👹kidding my loves. Anyways, your wish is my command my loves.

"I'll hold your hand, eventually" || choi jongho || one-shot

|genre: non!idol jongho. fluff. angst. girlfriend! reader |mentions: fear. self-doubt.

When you first meet Jongho, you notice the way he is conservative. At first you thought he was shy—which you were correct as it took him a lot of time to adjust. You were patient enough to let him bask in the presence and the reality of being in a committed relationship. Meanwhile, inside his head numerous anxious thoughts hit him at once; being in the relationship, skinship does happen in some kind of way. Either it be a choice of savoring in the closeness or sweetness of your partner or by accident closure, either way it happens and he is not prepared for it. 

The air between you and Jongho had grown thick with an awkward tension that neither of you seemed to know how to cut. You put your lips in a thin line as you glance his way before directing it somewhere.

 It wasn’t always this way. 

When your relationship had first begun, everything had felt easy, light, like walking on a cloud. He is gentle with his words assuring you, making his presence a sense of comfort whenever you walk outside to take a breather— to which you both have loved to do ever since.

But now, four months in, a certain weight hung in the space you shared.

It had started with the little small things. One morning, you and Jongho decided to eat breakfast outside since the weather is nice; weather is warm to your skin, the sky greets you with its fluffy clouds and it feels like a good day. Unknowingly under the influence of the beauty of nature, you reach for his hand, a moment you wanted to share with him but it all shattered when Jongho smoothly pulls away from your hold. He thought that you wouldn’t notice when he started pointing things in general to distract you.

You felt it and it left you awkward and embarrassed as you thought you were going way too fast and nodded at his facts and such.

But what you didn’t know is the way he stiffened when you leaned into him on the couch during movie nights. Your favorite routine with him was to watch various shows and anime movies. Howl’s moving castle was your favorite of all time and it always leaves you with a fluttering heart.

“Howl is so sweet, he reminds me a lot of you.” You spoke with a huge smile on your lips as you gaze at the man beside you. He chuckles, shaking his head.

“He looks more like Wooyoung-hyung.” Your lips jutted to the side and nodded, agreeing with him “Yeah well he acts more like you.” 

You watch how he subtly rolled his eyes at you, jokingly to which you threw the small pillow you were hugging at him. He kept teasing you until you narrowed your eyes and moved towards him. The sudden short distance made Jongho’s eyes widen as he subtly moved backwards.

“You still are my Howl.” Even the joke had died and the awkwardness born in the middle of your playful bickering; It made you move away as you mumbled a small apology and kept your eyes on the screen.

That moment hurt you as you notice in the corner of your eyes the way he moved in his seat to make himself comfortable and placed a pillow just between you two. It was embarrassing and painful as your eyes blurred for a minute until you pushed it down and distract yourself, unsuccessfully, on the movie.

The last one was the final straw. He never reciprocated your hugs.

You tried not to let it bother you, knowing that Jongho wasn’t as naturally inclined toward skinship as you were. But the more it happened, the more the doubt crept in. Did he not like touching you? Did it mean something deeper about your relationship? 

You knew how shallow your reason is for distancing yourself from Jongho but it felt like the world was playing with you for finally having the thought of happily ever after. Of course! You promised Jongho and whoever hears it that you will always extend the patience you have within you all throughout your relationship.

But a simple gesture is enough to doubt whatever you have. Whoever you were.

On the other hand, Jongho was battling his own storm of thoughts. He loved you deeply, and that scared him. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hold your hand or embrace you—it was that he wasn’t sure how. He wasn’t sure if he’d be good enough for you, if he could meet your needs the way you deserved. The last thing he wanted was for his awkwardness to disappoint you.

The weight of his doubts grew heavier with each passing day, an invisible barrier he couldn’t bring himself to cross. His heart raced every time you smiled at him, every time your fingers brushed him. He wanted so badly to close the gap between you, but something inside held him back—fear, uncertainty, a quiet voice whispering he might not be enough.

It all came to a head one chilly evening as the two of you were walking home from dinner. The streets were quiet, save for the soft crunch of your shoes against the pavement. The glow of streetlights painted golden halos on the wet ground, and your breath mingled with the cold in small, visible puffs. Without thinking, your arm instinctively looped through his, seeking warmth and comfort.

But Jongho hesitated. After a brief moment, he gently pulled away, shoving his hands deep into his coat pockets. The absence of his touch sent a pang through your chest.

You didn’t want to cause a scene in which he was already awkward with what was happening between the two of you, so you sighed and stopped in your tracks, the soft clink of your shoes on the pavement cutting off abruptly. The suddenness of your pause made Jongho stop as well, his back stiffening as he turned to face you.

“Jongho, why do you keep doing that?” you asked, your voice steady but carrying a weight of emotion that was impossible to ignore.

It was the moment Jongho had been dreading, the day he wasn’t ready to face. And now, he stood before you, caught in the headlights of your question, his throat dry and his heart pounding like a drum.

“Doing what?” he asked, feigning innocence, his voice barely above a whisper. He knew exactly what you meant, but he wasn’t prepared to confront it—not now, maybe not ever.

“Pulling away from me,” you said, your voice quieter now, laced with vulnerability. The look in your eyes told him this wasn’t just about tonight. This was about every moment he’d retreated, every time he’d let his hesitation overshadow the love he felt.

Jongho felt your words like a sharp knife, slicing through the layers of fear and doubt he’d built around himself. He opened his mouth, as though to speak, but no words came. He swallowed hard, frustration bubbling within him as he grappled with the emotions threatening to spill over.

“Do you even like me, Jongho?” The question came out softer than you intended, almost a whisper, but the impact on Jongho was like a thunderclap.

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “What? Of course, I do!” he blurted out, the suddenness of his response surprising even him.

“Then why does it feel like you’re always holding back?” Your voice cracked, the dam of your own frustrations breaking at last. Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away, determined not to cry.

Jongho looked down at his feet, his hands still buried deep in his pockets as though they could shield him from the weight of the moment. He drew in a shaky breath, the cool night air filling his lungs as he tried to summon the courage to speak.

“I’m scared,” he admitted at last, his voice trembling with raw honesty. “I’m scared of messing this up, of not being enough for you. You deserve someone who knows what they’re doing, someone who isn’t… me.”

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard, and your anger softened into something gentler, something understanding. You took a small step closer, closing the space he’d put between you.

“Jongho,” you said softly, “I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be here—with me.” Your words hung in the air, fragile yet powerful. It has come to you that this is what he has been going through and you instantly felt guilty for not noticing the turmoil he is in; you could have taken it in a way to understand more than just letting your emotions get the best of you. 

Jongho finally lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. It was like a weight on his shoulders had lifted and he could finally see the pain of his absence in touch. He would have already you in his arms if it wasn’t for his fear and doubt. But because your simple but impactful words had melted those thoughts away; gradually, hesitantly, he pulled his hands from his pockets, reaching for yours. His fingers trembled slightly as they intertwined with yours, but this time, he didn’t pull away.

“I’m here,” he murmured, his voice barely audible but steady. “And I’ll try. I promise I’ll keep trying.”

The weight of the moment settled between you, not as a burden but as an unspoken agreement to face the challenges ahead together. And as you walked the rest of the way home, hand in hand, the silence between you felt different—warm, reassuring, and filled with a quiet hope.

[justporo]

My new bestie, I honestly would love to see you write Father!Astarion 🤤🤤

How would he react to the news? Would he want a little girl or boy? How would he react when they are born, and they look just like him, but pre vamp eyes?

(Vampires can sire babies, with the highest chance after they are fully well fed)

Hello my tadpole bestie and thanks for the request! Astarion as a father really seems to be on people's minds, hm?

I get it, I like it too, but let me put this out there (yeah yeah, I know it's all fictional, but let's be real for a second): I would much rather imagine this when Astarion has done some much needed healing. This man hasn't had autonomy in two centuries and really needs to find himself again and work through trauma - with Tav on his side of course. And children are a huge responsibility - mentally, physically, emotionally, financially - I imagine (I wouldn't know, I'm not a parent...). I'd really wish for him to be ready for something like that.

But the thought is incredibly sweet, so let's go:

Headcanons about Astarion being a father

When Tav tells him she's expecting, he's truly speechless for perhaps the first time in his life; and then he can't sit still: swinging from delusionally happy to overthinking and being worried; but Tav takes his hand and reassures him that they'll be in it together

Has he thought about having kids? Yeah sure, but he'd never thought of it being possible until it happened, although when Cazador forced him and the other spawn to behave like a family he'd sometimes thought about what could've been

He's absolutely overprotective when Tav's pregnant: "Oh no, no, darling, you are not carrying that around, think of the baby!" "Astarion, it's A MUG OF WATER!"

Also he adores her body that is creating such a miracle: "You're glowing, my heart. You are truly a goddess!"

If he was handsy before there are now no moments where his hands aren't on Tav's body and on her belly

When he feels the first movements, he cries, and then Tav cries and then there's just a fountain of happy tears and lots of "I love you"s

He's taking such good care of Tav; especially when she doesn't feel well or when she's exhausted - she'll get all the herbal teas and massages

Birth though is scary - for both of them; but I'm sure he'll have some friends by his side (because think about the adventure troupe waiting with him while he's pacing the room like a panther: Karlach's biting her nails off, Gale's just blabbering to distract himself, Shadowheart is praying for everything to go well, Wyll tries to calm Astarion down (unsuccessfully), Lae'zel is unusually silent with crossed arms hoping everything will be okay, Halsin's keeping the group fed and all because "Nature will make it all right")

Boy or girl? Doesn't matter at all, all that's important is that Tav and the baby are healthy and ready to receive all his love

First time holding his child - he can't even cry because it's such a miracle; "This... this is the best thing I've ever had and created!"

The tears come later when you're alone - just the three of you

He's absolutely a very loving father, caring so much about his kid - and also equally taking on responsibilities and care with Tav

When the kid's eyes become their real colour and it sparks a memory Astarion had long forgotten, he's too stunned to acknowledge what he's seeing: the kid has his eyes - the way they were before he was turned

Later, when the child's already a little bigger he loves to show them stuff, teach them, read to them; also inciting them to go and annoy Mom - which makes Tav want to push him off a cliff but also hug him to death - because who'd have thought it would ever be possible?

Alright alright - I've gotten almost off the rails with this one. Because honestly, there's a lot to imagine there. Also maybe I wasn't prepared for the things that would make me feel (and I don't mean baby fever).

Alright, hope you enjoyed this headcanons, time for me to go to bed!

[sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth]

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AN Hi there! No, don't worry, you didn't fall through a wormhole into next Thursday. I just decided to switch up the days I upload new chapters! 😄 If you've been reading along, I hope the new day works for you! This is a shorter chapter, but I had to split it up since otherwise it would have gotten too long. Have some food as sex metaphor to make up for it. 😉

Chapter 5 - Advances, none miraculous

3k words. Sexual tension.

Two people grow closer.

The next morning, you walk downstairs and Wesson is already there. 

He’s sitting at the bar, hat on the wood in front of him. He looks funny on that stool, his frame much too large for it - long legs at uncomfortable looking angles, elbows resting but hands fidgeting. He’s beautiful, you think. Not for the first time.

He looks your way when he hears you, quickly stands. Clears his throat and runs his hand over the hair at the back of his neck. Maybe he’s nervous you’ll kick him out again. You walk towards him, stop just a little closer than customary from him, eager to be near.

“Good morning, Sam” you say, needing to get used to the way you address him, and Wesson, Sam, nods, swallows. You let your eyes roam to his Adam’s apple where it bobs, his lean throat fascinating to look at, the stubble in it thrown into shadow from the movement.

“Good morning,” he replies, a smile twitching on his face. He’s always seemed so self-assured, but right then, he doesn’t. 

“How did you sleep?” you ask, your own hands going before you, fingernails of one hand pressing into the skin of the other. He nods before he answers.

“Well,” he answers, and then a genuine smile breaks out over his face, beautiful, open, warm. “I felt a particular fondness for my room, for some reason.” You purse your lips to suppress your smile, but you’re not successful.

“Then let me see if we can’t extend that fondness into this morning,” you say, then move, walk around him and behind the bar, begin preparing coffee. Your back is turned to him and after a minute you hear him sit, even though he keeps shifting around. You walk into the kitchen and once the coffee is done and you return, you look at him again. He’s looking off to the side, and when he catches your gaze, nervously brushes some hair behind his ear.

You pour the two cups, and he takes his with a nod, drinks from it. He sighs and licks his lips when he puts it down. You still haven’t drunk from yours, too occupied with looking at him. When he looks at you, you quickly turn your head, a little bit of heat rising to your cheeks.

The two of you remain like this, quietly sipping coffee, neither of you talking. Soft morning light filters in, specks of dust dancing in it. 

“I read in the newspaper the other day,” Sam speaks up at some point, clears his throat again, and you focus on him, “that there’s plans to extend train tracks all the way to out here. Can you imagine?” He looks up at you, seeming nervous, like he doesn’t know how you’ll react to him breaking the peaceful silence. You nod slowly.

“I suppose you can’t stop progress,” you reply, your words feeling oddly formal. “Before you know it, you’ll have everyone rubbing elbows here too, with no room to breathe.” Sam huffs, and then puts his hands together, the thumb of one massaging the palm of the other.

“Yeah,” he says, sounding distracted.

“Why do you do that?”

The question is out of you before you can think about it. You’ve seen him do this many times before - many topics or turns in conversation that make him seem nervous, and he presses his thumb into the meat of his palm.

Sam stops, looks down, his hand opening. You reach forward, your fingers finding his index finger and you gently turn his hand.

The scar is huge and ugly. It runs from just above his wrist to the middle of his large palm, then down again, a jagged V. When your fingertips touch it, you feel the rise of it, the way it crosses the natural lines of his hand.

“Just an old habit,” Sam replies, voice low and scratchy. You look up at the same time he does, your eyes meeting, his hazel ones making your breath catch in your throat. Your fingertips are still on the scar, and then you feel his hand closing, warm, calloused fingers wrapping up your smaller, softer ones while he keeps looking at you. 

You both flinch when you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. You pull your hand back, quickly pick up your coffee again, a few drops of it spilling over the rim from your movement. Sam leans back, runs a hand over his stubble, looks down. You’re acting like children found kissing behind the church. Even though you weren’t doing anything, and even if you were - this place has seen a lot worse.

Donna walks down the stairs, and you smile and nod at her. She smiles broadly at you both, fists pressed into her waist.

“Morning!” she says, too happy by half. She must be glad to see you out of bed, sticking to your routine. That must be it. The reason she keeps looking between you and Sam is simply… something else. Surely. She motions towards Sam.

“Did you know he brought by flour yesterday?” she says, beaming at you. “Isn’t that right, Mr. Wesson? He said he found it at the store and that you had left it behind.” You turn to Sam, an awkward smile on his face.

“Right,” you say, chewing on the inside of your lip. He shrugs a little.

“I just thought I’d save you having to go to the store twice,” he quickly adds. “That’s all.” 

That’s all. What’s all is that you left him standing in the middle of the street after throwing mean and crude words at him and he still carried the sack of flour he was carrying for you back. 

“That’s really kind of you, S– Mr. Wesson,” you say, nodding and he raises his hand, like he’s embarrassed at you even saying anything. “I should get to work.”

With that, you put your cup down. Donna’s eyes widen and then she takes a step towards you.

“I actually have something I need from the store,” she says and you raise your eyebrows. “Think you could be a dear and get it for me?” 

“Of course, what is it?” you ask. You see Donna move her lips without any sounds coming out. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think she’s trying to think of something on the spot.

“Plums,” she says and you narrow your eyes.

“Plums?” you ask.

“Yes,” she says, swallowing hard. “I wanna make a plum cobbler.” You nod slowly.

“I think we have peaches,” you say. “And apples. You don’t wanna use those?” But Donna’s already shaking her head.

“Nooo,” she says, “you can only make the famous Hanscum family recipe plum cobbler with… plums.” She blinks, then points at Sam.

“Maybe you could help her carry them back from the store, mister?” she asks. “Seeing as she tends to forget her purchases.” You let your mouth drop open.

“Once!” you shoot back but Donna raises her eyebrows.

“I just really got a knackering for that cobbler, so pardon me for wanting to make sure the job gets done,” she replies, her tone challenging. You can only shake your head.

“What has gotten into you?” you ask, but then you hear Sam stand, turn to him.

“I’d like a quick walk before I start work anyway,” he says. “I’d be happy to go with you.” You look back at Donna, then at Sam again. She looks self-satisfied, while he only has a soft, polite smile on his face.

“Fine,” you say, giving in. “Let me get my jacket.”

You meet Sam outside the Cathouse ten minutes later. You took only a little longer because you applied your perfume, put on the earrings with the red pearls. Only cause you were going outside, of course, and you’ve always enjoyed looking pretty.

The two of you walk alongside each other in silence at first. You lick your lips, trying to think of a topic, but it feels like your brain is dipped in mud, working too slowly. You look up at Sam, sure that you’ve thought of something and he looks back, but then whatever you wanted to say dies in your throat the moment your eyes land on him. You smile, look away. It’s hard to take him in. He’s so there. And in addition to that, you’ve been feeling a strange, tingly feeling in your stomach all morning.

Butterflies. The thought comes to you like a slap. No, that can’t be right. He’s attractive, sure. Very attractive, extremely so, with his long limbs and sharp jaw and earnest eyes. He looks so serious, so concentrated, but then when he smiles, it’s like the sun coming out on rainy day, and he’s sweet and kind, and—

You bite down the tip of your tongue. Not hard enough to make it bleed, but enough to rattle your thoughts. What are you doing? You were clear to yourself that this was not going to happen, couldn’t happen. But why not? If he’s fine with the work you do, why can’t you…

You must make a small noise, because you can feel him looking at you before he speaks.

“Are you alright?” he asks and you look at him, quickly nod, but the looking at him really doesn’t help.

“Y–yes,” you reply, as the two of you continue walking. You wonder if he thinks about you too, that way. He’s certainly been trying hard to stay close to you.

You look straight ahead, the general store coming into view.

Foolishness, you think. Pure foolishness.

Jody’s busy with customers, but she raises her hand when she sees you to indicate she will be with you shortly. So you walk over to where the fruit is, look down at it. There’s plums and they look delicious, plump and juicy. You bite your lip.

“Donna will love these,” you say as Sam steps close to you.

“But you haven’t tried them,” he says and you look up at him with a frown.

“They look good,” you say and he clicks his tongue.

“You have to check them for worms,” he says, reaching out and taking one in his hand. His other goes to his belt, taking out a pocket knife and he cuts the fruit along its stone into two halves, not revealing any worms. He puts the knife back, then hands the plum to you. You take it from him with your eyebrows raised.

“I forgot you're a farm boy,” you say, a tinge of humor in your voice as you take the first half, bring it to your lips and take a bite. It's perfect - sweet and tart at the same time. You close your eyes, your mouth forming into a grin. When you open them again, Sam is looking at your lips. When he notices you looking, his eyes wander up, until he looks into yours. You feel goosebumps break out over your body, prickling your skin all over. He clears his throat.

“You should try these,” you say, realizing you sound breathless. Sam swallows.

“I like mine with worms, usually,” he says, trying to make a joke and you smile up at him before lifting the second piece, bringing it towards his face.

“You’ve come on this errand with me,” you say, “even though you didn’t have to. You deserve a reward.”

You expect him to take the fruit from you. You’re holding it out to him, but then his hand goes up and he wraps long fingers around your wrist, dragging it closer to his face. You don’t know what overcomes you, but you follow his movement and then continue on as he opens his mouth and takes it from your fingers. 

It’s like being struck by lightning. It travels from your toes over your back, between your legs then up your chest and finally to your face. Your thumb is resting against his lips, the rest of your fingertips against his cheek. You move them only a little, his stubble scratching under them. Your mouth feels dry and your chest rises and falls quickly. You just have time to look into Sam’s eyes again when he’s stepping forward.

He drags your hand away from his face but it’s only so he can come closer. His free hand goes to your waist, and you’re intensely aware of its weight there, the sound of his palm against the fabric of your dress. As if your body has a mind of its own you raise your chin up at him, just as he lowers his head, and you barely have time to realize that he is going to kiss you, out here, in front of everyone, when you hear someone clap their hands and then a loud: “Alright!”

He stops moving, almost suspended where he is for a second and then he steps back, his hand gliding off of you as he lets go of your wrist. You feel like you have momentarily lost your mind, and you consider ignoring who you distantly realize is Jody approach you, to step forward, make up for the distance, drag Sam close by the collar of his jacket and kiss him until you’re breathless and bruised.

But then you turn towards Jody. She has a friendly expression on her face, and you’re not sure how good her poker face is, so you can’t tell if she’s seen. But she stops close to you, looks between the two.

“Found what you wanted?” she asks and you want to say yes, you have, only you didn’t even know you wanted it. No, that’s not true. You couldn’t admit it to yourself. Denied yourself, because that seems like the only safe way to do it, but what you can’t deny is the heat burning in you now, the need to touch Sam again, or have him touch you, more intense than maybe any other thing you’ve ever felt.

You open your hand, half a plum in there and the stone as well. You swallow, but you’re pretty sure you can’t hide the way you feel like every vain in your body is filled with fire.

“Plums,” you manage to press out, throwing a quick look at Sam. He’s looking down, breathing hard, something like shock on his face. “D-Donna wants plums. For a cobbler.” 

Jody nods, then looks at Sam, something suspicious going over her face, eyes narrowed, nose scrunched. At least that answers your question about her poker face - she doesn’t have one.

“Right,” she says. “Plums. We got good ones today.” You nod and she reaches past you, picks up a sack from where a few of them are lying on a shelf over the fruit. She begins filling it, dropping one after the other into it.

“So,” Jody says, filling the silence she must be sure to notice permeating the air. “How’s it going with the house?” Sam stirs, almost as if from a daydream. He looks at her, blinks.

“Good,” he says, seeming to collect himself. “Making progress.” Jody smiles at that, and you can see the relief in her expression. She turns back to you.

“Have you seen it?” she asks, and you don’t know if you’re imagining it, but there’s something suggestive in her voice, as though she’s asking with intention.

“No,” you say immediately, not even realizing that it’s a lie. “I mean, yes. Briefly. Yesterday.” Jody nods, looks at Sam again, then you.

“And?” she says when you don’t continue after a few seconds. You’re still struck dumb as a bull from whatever it was that just happened, so you stutter when you answer.

“It, it doesn’t have a door,” is all you can come up with. It seems to at least break Sam out of his shock.

“It does,” he says, sounding almost offended. “I put it back when I was done with it, before I came ba– before I retired for the night, I mean.” You nod. Yes, of course he did. Of course he put the door back on. 

You’re both silent again and Jody shifts from one foot to the other.

“I would love to see it,” she says. Sam blinks at her.

“See it?” he asks. Jody looks at him with a slight shake of her head.

“The house?” she says, shooting you another quick look.

“Of course,” he says. “What time would work for you?” Jody turns, looks at the otherwise empty shop, then turns back. 

“Now?” she asks and Sam nods.

Jody finishes packing your plums and you pay. She says she’ll lock up, and that you can go ahead, and then she and Sam will go to the house. You turn to him.

“Alright,” you say. “I hope you have a good day.” He nods, but avoids looking at you.

“Yes,” he says and then you turn, walk away, the bag of plums pressed against your front. You force yourself not to look back, no matter how much you want to, but you only make it a few houses down, before you need to walk into the small alley between two, lean your back against the wall of one.

Your breathing comes fast and heavy and you hold the sack of plums in one hand, while the other you press flat against your stomach, just under your breasts. Your corset feels too tight, your chest heaving as you gasp for breath. But it’s not panic.

It’s lust. You close your eyes, and immediately you see Sam again, the way he tilted his head low to come closer to you, the way he looked at your lips like they held something magnetic. God, you want him. You don’t understand how you were able to ignore it, however badly. You wish he would have kept going. Wish he would have kissed you, rough and needy, right there, the taste of the fruit still on his tongue.

You blink your eyes open, finally managing to slow your breathing. You want nothing more than to gather up your skirts, press your fingers against the heat between your legs, imagine it’s Sam's big hand. You shake your head to get yourself out of your thoughts. You wait a minute longer, then push yourself off the wall and walk back.

[slayfics]

Explosive tendencies a slow burn fanfic about the readers developing relationship with Katsuki Bakugo.

Chapter six: Katsuki walks you home.

Chapter links

The following class after the practical exam was full of misery for those who had failed. While the others wallowed in self-pity about not being able to go to the training camp due to failing their practical exam, you sat in your seat stoned-faced.

While you hadn't passed either, you didn't see a point in being so loud about it. Summer camp sounded awful anyway. Others tried to consul them and said maybe Aizawa had a twist, and maybe you would all still be allowed to go.

That was when Aizawa burst through the doors with an announcement. He revealed to the class that those who failed would indeed still be able to go to the summer camp. However, there were some extra classes you would have to take. You rolled your eyes while the others rejoiced in being able to go. Great, you thought. You'd still have to go AND have extra classes.

Part of you wished Aizawa hadn't tricked your class and you were staying. That was until your eyes wandered over to Katsuki remembering he would be going. Maybe it wasn't so bad that Aizawa had lied after all.

After class, Toru came up with the idea that the whole class should go shopping at the mall together to prepare for the summer camp. Everyone had seemed enthusiastic about the idea except for Shoto who said he had plans to visit his mom and Katsuki who was already making his way down the hall.

You made your way through your excited classmates to catch up to him when Eijiro called out to you both.

"Hey, you guys! I'll see you there right?" Eijiro asked, with a huge grin on his face.

Katsuki quickly denied stating he couldn't think of anything more boring.

"Sorry Kirishima, maybe next time," You turned around to reply then quickly left to follow after Katsuki.

"Not a mall person?" You asked after catching up to Katsuki.

"Not a people person," He replied. "Why aren't you going with the rest of the extras?"

You shrugged, "I don't really need to pick up anything."

Katsuki just grunted as you two made your way out of the school. To your surprise, he had slowed his pace a bit and wasn't walking as far in front of you.

"How did your practical go?" He asked, slowing his pace once again to walk beside you.

Katsuki had already been knocked out by All Might during your exam and you didn't mention you failed when you visited him in the recovery wing.

"Not good..." You said staring at the ground. "So, I'll be doing those extra classes during summer camp. At least Kirishima will be taking them too though."

"Hm, yeah I guess," He grumbled.

"Anyway, where is your place?" You asked as you realized Katsuki was walking farther than he usually would before splitting ways.

"Back that way," He replied, motioning with a nod.

"Oh-," You waited for an explanation as to why he was still walking even though he had passed his house but none came. "So, are you going somewhere else today then?" You asked confused.

"I'm walking you home idiot. A couple extras usually walk the same way as you but since they are all distracted by planning their dumb mall date they are still back at school," He explained.

"Oh, um... thank you," You said, face flushing a bit.

"Don't fucking thank me it's not a big deal."

The two of you walked the rest of the way to your place in silence.

"Well, I'll see you at the dumb summer camp I guess," Katsuki said before turning to leave backtracking to his own place.

Tags @sikuthealien @unofficialmuilover @anon-mouse223 @maddietries

[ficsandgiggles]

The Giggly Perp (Jake x Amy)

Hello and Merry Christmas @gaybananabread! I’m your @squealing-santa for the year, I really hope you enjoy this fic and have a lovely festive holiday 🎄

Summary: Although he’s enjoying spending quality time with his son, Jake still feels bummed that he’s missing out on catching a serial killer he’s been chasing for a decade. So Amy decides to be a little silly to cheer him up.

Word count: 1063

Warnings: A teeny tiny mention of bedroom activity

Jake sighed as he sat on the couch after finally putting Mac down, he tried everything he could to ignore his phone as he knew that Charles was probably trying to tone down the excitement of a case that involved Johnny Franzia, a serial killer that Jake has been hunting down for ten years now.

Since the birth of their son, Jake and Amy were determined to juggle their personal and work lives, but it was proving to be almost impossible as both parents had huge things happening in their work lives, plus the lice outbreak at Mac’s nursery further added to the stress.

However, after some bickering between the pair, they agreed that Jake would stay at home with Mac whilst Amy got prepared to pitch her new police reform idea over at One Police Plaza.

Jake isn’t one to feel down very often, but when he does, it hits him hard. He felt like he was a bad detective, dad, friend and husband, not even Die Hard could cheer him up right now.

However, he forced himself to put on a smile when Amy came through the door, she was looking confident from her prep. But from being a sergeant, she could tell something was up with Jake.

“Babe? What’s going on?” She asked, immediately coming to sit down next to Jake, who just shook his head.

“Nothing, nothing, I’ve just put Mac to bed and it sounds like he’s settled so, we’re free for the evening now.” He replied, clearly a little distracted and just not himself.

“Okay well… I feel a little more relaxed about giving my pitch, everything seems to be in the right order and… yeah.” Amy replied, trying to keep a normal conversation before sighing.

“Jake, I know something’s up, what’s going on?” She offered.

Jake just sighed, shaking his head.

“I’m glad I chose Mac over the case but… I’m still bummed that I’m missing out, I bet Charles is blowing up my phone as we speak whilst attempting to be nonchalant. Which obviously for him is impossible.” He ranted as Amy rubbed his back.

“Hey, you never know, they could always catch the wrong guy or, there’s some admin error. You can still be involved in the case!” Amy tried to tell him to get him to be a bit more hopeful.

“They seem confident that they have their eye on the right guy, so it’s not gonna take long before they catch and get a confession out of him,” Jake replied defeatedly.

Amy sighed, trying to figure out a way to cheer her husband up. Since being a parent, she had allowed herself to dip into her silly, playful side even more so than when she started dating Jake, so she decided that silliness had a good chance of making him smile, so she gave it a go.

“Oh Jake, you may feel upset about missing out on finding Franzia but there’s still one perp on the loose that always leaves their victims…. Giggling…” Amy started with a small smirk on her face, trying to hold back her laughter when Jake looked genuinely confused, she could tell that he was trying to figure out who she was referring to.

“What? Who are you talking about?” He asked, getting even more confused when his wife leaned towards him, beginning to wonder if she was trying to get them to the bedroom.

“Oh they’ve been around for a long time, finding victims who are sad and need cheering up, and now they’re here for you…” she teased as she poked his side, causing the detective to jump and brush her hand away, beginning to catch on.

“Oh no no no don’t-“

“The tickle monster’s here!” Amy announced, pouncing and digging into his ribs, causing Jake to immediately burst into giggles, falling back onto the couch.

“And she’s not gonna let you go until you’re all cheered up!” She added, giggling fondly as she shook her fingers into his ribs, now sitting on his legs to avoid getting kicked in the face.

“STAHAHAHAP NAHAHAHAH!” Jake laughed out, wiggling from side to side, trying to be quiet for Mac’s sake but he was just too ticklish to be able to hide his laughter.

Amy grinned, now moving her hands down to squeeze the spot above his knees, kneading in rapidly to make Jake laugh hysterically. “But she’s loving your laugh, babe!” She teased, moving her squeezes up and down his thighs to get him to laugh harder.

Jake laughed helplessly, he had never expected things to go the way they had, but it was helping him take his mind off things, not that he’d ever admit it. His laughter simply got louder when Amy switched tactics and dug her fingers under his arms.

“Her attack is working! You’re cheering up!” Amy announced proudly, feeling incredibly fond of the fact that her husband was so ticklish, she was definitely going to use this against him in the future.

“AHAHAHAMY!” Jake laughed, squeezing his arms against his sides as he kicked out, his ticklishness completely taking over him but not necessarily hating it. Amy just smirked fondly and quickly moved back to his ribs, his most sensitive spot.

“Okaaaaay! I think the tickle monster has done her job and I have a feeling she’s gonna be back again at some point.” The sergeant winked and let him go, climbing off him and holding his hand to help him up.

Jake took in deep breaths, sitting up with a grin on his face, one that he couldn’t get rid of if he tried. “That was so mean…” he puffed out. Amy just giggled and nudged him.

“It worked though, didn’t it?” She teased, knowing that if Jake really hated it, he would’ve been trying harder to get away from her playful attack. He just rolled his eyes, shoving at her gently.

“No… maybe… whatever, I saved you some dinner, I’m gonna go heat it up for you,” Jake said quickly before getting up and heading to the kitchen. Amy just chuckled fondly, noting all of his ticklish spots and his nonchalant attitude to tickles in general. She had a feeling that the tickle monster was going to come out more often now, she was more than fine with that, and she knew that Jake would be too.

[the-autumn-pixie]

Chapter Four:

You start by adding flour, but as you pour it out you realize there's barely any left in the bag, maybe half a cup at best.

You quickly look through the cupboard for more, but you can't find any…

You do find a huge container of baking powder.

Baking powder looks a bit like flour, and you're pretty sure you need some amount of it, so maybe you can just add enough to make up for the missing flour.

You mix it together and decide it looks fine.

You vaguely remember that you might be meant to add melted butter, so you throw about half a stick of butter in the microwave and then pour it into the bowl.

It's not nearly enough to actually turn the powder into a batter… What are you forgetting?

Right!

Eggs!

You open up the fridge and push the milk out of the way so you can reach the cartoon of eggs- which feels way too light.

You open it up and find that there is only one egg left...

That's fine.

You probably didn't need that many eggs.

You pick up the one and only egg and hit against the side of the bowl- way harder than you'd meant to.

The egg is completely destroyed.

A small bit of it actually falls into the bowl, but most of it ends up on the side, the counter, and your hand.

It takes a while to clean up and to pick out the egg shell that made its way into the mix.

You stir in the small amount of egg you got, but it's still mostly just a powder…

Maybe that's how it's meant to look?

Next you reach for the sugar bag- which is almost empty.

You really need to go grocery shopping.

Ah well, You'll just add some chocolate chips to make up for it.

Chocolate chips make everything better.

You try to pour in a few chocolate chips, but you tilt the bag too far forward and you accidentally empty the entire thing into the bowl.

You frantically consider putting them all back in the bag, but now they have flour on them…

So you just mix them the rest of the way in.

The batter -if you could even call it that- looks like it's missing something…

You go back to the fridge hoping to find the missing ingredient that will take this from a disaster to a delicious breakfast.

You wind up finding a box of fresh strawberries.

Cavendish loves strawberries!

You quickly chop up about a dozen of them and toss them into the bowl.It doesn't look great, or even good, but maybe it'll taste okay?

You put a pan on the stove and turn on the burner, then you take about five minutes to emotionally prepare yourself for the horrible ‘pancakes’ you are about to be responsible for.

You use a ladle to pour some of the batter onto the pan.

It doesn't look like any pancake batter you've ever seen before.

It's mostly just chocolate, strawberries and baking powder.

You remind yourself that chocolate strawberries are delicious.

Of course you would never add baking powder, but maybe it won't completely ruin it?

Yeah.

It's gonna be fine.

~

In the end you wind up with a pile of melted chocolate, somewhat burnt strawberries and powder.

No one in their right mind would call this a pancake…

Are you really going to bring this to Cavendish?

1. Yes! Of course I am. I worked hard on these and I'm sure they aren't as bad as they look.

2. Yes. I'll just add a few more strawberries and I'm sure it'll be fine.

3. Yes. If I pull the curtains and keep the lights off then he won't be able to see how weird they look, and really their appearance is probably the main problem.

4. Yes… But I'm gonna warn Cavendish that they might not be good.

5. Yes! And I'll sing 'We're Going to the Zoo' when I bring them in. I'm sure that'll distract from the actual pancakes.

6. No! These aren't food!

7. No! These are so shameful I need to leave the house!

8. No! I need to literally destroy these with fire.

9. No! I'm hungry and I'm gonna eat them.

10. Maybe. I'll try them first.

11. Maybe. But maybe I should look up if it's okay to eat this much baking powder first.

12. Maybe. First I'm going to type random numbers into my phone and ask whoever picks up if they would eat pancakes that were mostly baking powder, chocolate and strawberries.

[rafeys-angel]

♡ — older!rafe surprising younger!gf!reader with 200 pink roses. . .

— warnings. . . mainly fluff, age gap (reader is 20 and rafe is in his mid thirties)

a/n: still new to this so i’m not sure if it’s the best but it was just something quick i managed to do, let me know if i need to fix anything. also ignore my bad grammar again.

you were in your bedroom getting all your makeup done with your pink rollers in your hair, preparing to go out to some fancy restaurant with rafe since it was your birthday. you were wearing a little light pink silk robe that had your initial embroidered on the pocket, you weren’t dressed yet since you wanted to do your hair and makeup first.

suddenly, you heard your doorbell ring, so you got up to check who it was, looking through the peephole, you saw rafe standing there wearing a white button up which was tight on his biceps and his chest area, also he had on some regular suit pants too, he looked smart as per usual, but there was something weird, he was holding a huge bouquet of pink roses, your favourite.

you open the door “oh my god, hi rafey!” you say excitedly, looking at the obnoxiously big bouquet of roses, there was easily 200 in there. you see him smirk, clearly all proud of himself for what he brought you, you wait for him to say something. “i got you these cause you said they were your favourite flowers.” he says as he smirks, clearly wanting to over do it and get you a huge bouquet. “thank you…can you bring ‘em in for me? they look heavy.” you say, completely serious as he chuckles, he sees you clearly waiting for something. “shit—sorry baby, happy birthday” you smile once he says it, “thank you, i’m 20 now.” you say like he didn’t know it but he obviously did.

“yeah, i know.” he says as he looks down at how short your little silk robe is, it ended just at the bottom of the swells of your ass, you clearly had nothing on under it which made him smirk slyly. “what’s this all about? you plan on distracting me so we don’t have to go to dinner?” he asks slyly, but he knows you didn’t mean to do it, you did wanna go to dinner tonight. you shake your head no “no, you’ve gotta wait tonight, we’re doing what i want.” you say confidently. like you were in charge, you definitely weren’t.

[rachelsfav-queer]

Alone

Summary: The one where Wednesday gets… nothing.

Warning: Heavy angst, happy ending, but so much pain before that

It started off just like every other day. Wednesday woke up in her dorm room and went about her morning schedule. But this time, something was off…

It took the seer only a second to realize… Enid’s not here. Now, Wednesday isn’t one to jump straight into a panic, but for the life of her, she absolutely cannot remember any possible reason that her blonde roommate wouldn’t be there.

Enid didn’t give her any heads up, nor were there any messages left on her phone explaining her strange absence.

Now… Wednesday’s panicking.

Wednesday quickly prepares for her day, making sure she’s still presentable while going as fast as she can. Once she’s done, the seer almost throws the door off its hinges as she bursts out of the dorm. Wednesday stomps her way through Nevermore's halls in search of her blonde roommate, her pace even more aggressive than usual. It's a terrifying sight for the other students and spare teachers, even for Wednesday Addams' standards.

Finally, Wednesday spots Bianca. Despite all their differences, the two girls have formed a type of bond with each other. At the very least, Bianca will be willing to help find Enid if she's truly lost somewhere. Wednesday quickly approaches the siren and immediately notes her strange body language.

Eye roll.

Scoff.

Body turned in preparation of a confrontation.

There's something off.

"Barclay, I need your help," Wednesday demands in her signature dead tone, the slightest hint of worry giving away her true feeling of desperation.

"Oh, you need help?" Bianca turns to properly face the seer, "Well, I have to admit, that's a new one. Seriously, me? Help you? Why... would I do that, exactly?"

"Enid wasn't in our dorm this morning, I think she might be missing or in some form of danger."

Once again, Bianca scoffs and rolls her eyes, "Oh yeah, cause you care so much about Enid's safety, right?"

Wednesday feels a flash of rage shoot through her as she takes a threatening step towards the other girl, "What did you just say to me, Barclay?"

The siren raises an eyebrow, "You're kidding, right? You don't have any right to be offended. You're the one that pushed her away with your ego and all the bullshit you put her through."

Wednesday is about to rebut against Bianca’s claims, but is distracted by something in the corner of her eye. The seer turned away from the siren, who scoffed in annoyance at being ignored, but Wednesday was too focused on what she saw to even pretend to care. She walks towards one of the open entrances to the quad… and what she sees drives a rusty metal stake through her heart.

Wednesday can hardly fathom the sight in front of her, it doesn’t make sense. What in the seven circles of hell is Enid doing… kissing Yoko Tanaka? Wednesday is simply frozen in place, her breathing shallow, as she watches the werewolf and vampire sitting on the side of the fountain in the middle of the quad, making out with each other as if they aren’t in plain view of the whole damned school. The raven doesn’t even realize she’s crying until she lets out a huge gasp, alerting all the other students in the quad to her shattered presence, including the two girls who have just broken her heart.

Strangely, Yoko and Enid look at Wednesday with concern, genuine concern, in their eyes, even while the rest of the students around them glare at Wednesday as if she was some serial child murderer. In fact, Yoko and Enid are the only ones who seem to be looking at Wednesday with any kindness at all. Wednesday doesn’t hear anything past the ringing in her ears, but she sees Enid standing up and walking towards her quickly, her mouth moving to form her name, but Wednesday still can’t hear anything. She feels the blonde girl lay her hands gently on her shoulders and shake her just as gently, the taller girl still saying her name, though it looks like she’s screaming now as her face is twisted up in fear and concern.

Suddenly, Wednesday’s hearing returns and the only thing she hears is Enid shouting her name, “Wednesday? WEDNESDAY! WEDNESDAY WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP, YOU NEED TO- WEDNESDAY!!”

The raven wakes up sobbing, and immediately clings to the closest source of warmth, a body so familiar, soft and strong at the same time. She notices the scent first, a familiar body wash mixed with a perfume that belonged to herself. Wednesday wraps herself around the body, not understanding where she is yet, but recognizing the safe feeling produced by whoever she’s clinging to currently. She can hear her own voice sobbing loudly, shouting out pleas and begs into the warm shirt in front of her face. Desperate pleas for a certain werewolf not to leave her, to please please please forgive her and to just stay and give her another chance. And every plea is met with a gentle hand stroking her hair along with an even more gentle voice telling her that she’s right there and she wasn’t leaving, ever.

Wednesday continues sobbing for so long, her mind not registering how much time passes. But the body, the voice, doesn’t leave her. She keeps her promise, she never leaves. Eventually, Wednesday’s sobs slow down to tears which slow down to tiny sniffles, though her body still shakes as if she were bare naked in a blizzard. But the arms around hold her tightly, and she’s never felt warmer. The tiny seer slowly pulls her head away from the warm chest to look up at whoever’s holding her. She only feels a slight touch of surprise when she sees that it’s Enid holding her, wearing her purple set of pajamas, and as Wednesday quickly glances around, she notices they’re both in Enid’s bed. Looking back at the blonde werewolf, Wednesday speaks in a torn and tiny voice, “E- Enid?”

Enid smiles warmly despite the deep concern swimming in her eyes, and responds in a gentle whisper, “Hey Willa. Yeah, it’s me. I’m here. You’re okay, we’re safe. We’re together, Wednesday.”

“Where- are we… I don’t…” Wednesday stumbles hopelessly, trying to find her place in the universe again. Thankfully, the taller girl sees her struggle and helps guide her back to reality.

“We’re in our room, Wends, at Nevermore. We’re in bed, I think it’s like… two in the morning? We’re cuddling, like always. You saw, we’re in my bed after I begged you like, all day yesterday,” Enid giggles softly, the sound melting even more of the tension in Wednesday’s body, and Enid continues, “I woke up a few minutes ago or so, you were breathing way too fast and you kept throwing your head back and forth, you looked like you were having a nightmare, and not an enjoyable one. Then you started saying my name and so I tried to wake you. When you did, you were begging me to stay, saying you were sorry for something and you were crying so hard. I’ve… never seen you like that, Willa. Do you… want to talk about it? Your nightmare?”

Wednesday swallowed harshly, looking away for only a moment before realizing that she couldn’t see Enid like that and immediately looked back at her. Letting out a sigh, Wednesday timidly explains the horrid dream, one that not even an Addams could enjoy. She explains the terror of not being able to find Enid, the pangs of guilt at Bianca’s accusations, and finally the devastating feeling of heartbreak and betrayal she suffered from the sight of seeing Enid kissing Yoko. Enid barely holds back her own tears as she swiftly pulls Wednesday into a bone-crushing hug, and Wednesday returns it with just as much passion, the two girls crying together in silence.

Finally, Enid pulls back after pressing a firm kiss atop Wednesday’s hair, and she makes the shorter girl look her in the eyes, “Oh Willa… I’m so sorry-” her voice breaks again, “I can’t imagine how scary that must’ve been for you, sweetie. Wednesday, I swear to you on everything that I have ever loved and cared about, I will never leave you again. Okay? Gods, I never knew… how badly that night affected you, baby girl.”

Wednesday doesn’t cringe at the pet names, but instead furrows her brow in confusion, leading Enid to explain, “The night of our argument? Your birthday, remember? Shit… I can’t believe that was your birthday. Listen Wednesday, I can’t apologize for doing what I did. It was necessary, I needed time to figure myself out and you needed to understand how your actions hurt the people around you that care about you. But baby… I think this nightmare just goes to show that we haven’t actually talked about that night. And because of that, you haven’t properly worked through how it all made you feel. And that’s not healthy, mi luna! Look, right now isn’t the right time to have a deep conversation about everything, but later, at least once the sun is up, we’ll talk about it, okay? Right now, we’re gonna cuddle and snuggle super duper tight like two girlfriends who love each other more than anything else in the whole world. You have no choice, BTW, I’ve already decided.”

All Wednesday can do is nod, and bury herself in Enid’s chest again. With a simple “okay” the two girls do just that, cuddle together for the rest of the night. And when the sun rises, they take a bath together and then get ready for the day ahead of them. A conversation long past due awaits them. But for now, it’s just them, alone together.

End <3

(Note: So I kinda abandoned this for a while back in January, but scrolling through my drafts, I found it and decided to finish it. I did rush the end of the nightmare a bit because honestly, I wasn’t feeling as angsty as I was when I first started writing this lol. ANYWAY! I hope y’all enjoyed!)

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I Want You Around

A/N: Sooooooooo I haven't done this in a verrryyyyyy loooonnnnggggg tiiiimmmmmeeeee. Writer's block/real life circumstances/and self doubt is a bitch. But a burst of inspiration hit me out of nowhere and this is what I came up with. Let's see where this goes. S/O to @lisayourworries for staying on my ass & @krysxtotheo for the constant thirst chats about The Bloodline.

*Pairings: Solo Sikoa/OC (black fem)

*Warnings: 18+, hint of smut but not too much.....for now

*Word Count: Approximately 1900 words

************************************************************************“Krys you awake?”

“No.”

Chocolate brown eyes rolled as a soft giggle filled the room. The woman laying next to the muscular body turned to face her bed companion, resting her head on top of her arm. Her gaze landed on the side profile of her boyfriend’s face, his expression unchanging. 

“I’ve been thinking.”

“That can’t be good,” Krys joked with a small smile. She reached out and placed her index finger on his cheek, turning his face towards hers. “What’s on your mind Sefa?”

“Us.” 

“Us?” Krys asked with a raise of her perfectly arched brow. “What about us?” 

Silence filled the room as Sefa studied the woman’s face, his eyes unreadable. Krys felt her palms start to perspire despite being completely nude under the lightweight bed sheet, the air conditioner nestled in the window rumbling lowly above the bed her and Sefa laid in. Despite being in a relationship with one another for a little over a year, most times Sefa was a puzzle that Krys couldn’t solve. He mostly kept to himself not allowing many people to penetrate the hardened exterior that he constructed to conceal his innermost thoughts and emotions.

Krys, however, was different. 

From the moment he laid eyes on her on his first day at NXT as she prepared to take his introductory photo after he joined the company he was enamored with her. From her infectious giggle to the way her light brown eyes sparkled when she watched him ringside performing as she snapped pictures to the way her body melted under his firm but loving touch whenever they made love, Krys had managed to do the one thing that no other woman before her could do.  

She turned him into a pile of mush.

That could be the only explanation as to why he was even considering this proposition. His brain was screaming at him that he was taking a huge risk and to slow down. There was no need to make such a hasty decision at this stage of their relationship. They needed more time to get to know one another to strengthen their bond. Things were great the way they were currently going. So why change what wasn’t broken? 

However, despite all of the valid reasons his brain created he couldn’t ignore his gut telling him he was making the right choice. 

Sefa parted his lips to speak before Krys’s shaky exhale interrupted his thoughts. She fully sat up in the bed, using the sheet as a temporary shield to hide her breasts that were decorated with of a spattering of Sefa’s teeth marks. 

“Sefa, I already know what you’re going to say.” 

“You do?”

Krys nodded and ran a hand through her curly blondish brown hair, pushing it away from her face. “Yeah. You’re gonna say that you care about me but you need to focus on your career now. You just got called up to the main roster and that requires a lot of focus and you can’t handle being distracted with a semi long distance relationship while I still work down at NXT.” 

“Krys-"

“And I get it. This has been a dream of yours before we even knew one another. So it hurts but I completely understand it.” 

“But-“ 

“You’re a great guy and I want the best for you.  I truly mean that. Even if it means we have to break up.” 

Sefa’s head jerked towards Krys, his brows furrowed in confusion. “Break up? You think I want to break-"

“I really should get going,” Krys interrupted as she swung her legs out of the bed, her foot touching the hardwood floor to look for her slipper. Before her other foot could do the same, Sefa’s large hand darted out and gently grabbed her wrist and halting her movements. Krys shivered at his touch, a chill running the length of her body and making her nipples harden instantly. 

“Move in with me.” 

Krys’s lips parted slightly as her eyes widened before darting to look at Sefa who was staring intently at her.

“What?”

“I don’t wanna break up with you Krystle. I want you to move in with me.” 

The couple held each other’s stare waiting for the other one to speak. Krys cracked first, clearing her throat softly. “Wow I wasn’t expecting that.” 

“Why not?” 

“It’s just…I mean we’re…well…honestly Sefa I didn’t think that was an option,” she admitted softly. Her gaze fell to her lap and she shrugged. “You just don’t seem like the type that would want a woman living with you and being around 24/7. You’re kinda of a loner.”

A soft chuckle fell from Sefa’s full lips. “True.” 

“And things are going really well between us. Sure the new adjustment of you being on the road weekly is a new challenge but besides that we’re pretty solid.” 

“Is that so? Well why did you automatically assume I wanted to break up with you a few minutes ago?” Sefa asked as he folded his arms across his chest. 

Krys shrugged. “I mean if your boyfriend tells you that they’ve been thinking about your relationship late at night it typically aren’t good thoughts.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder. “So you don’t want to break up with me?”

“I love you Krys why would I want to break up with you?” 

Sefa watched as relief flushed over Krys’s face, another small exhale slipping from her lips at his admission.  She slipped out from underneath the sheets and started to pace back and forth in front of the bed. His eyes couldn’t help but study the naked frame in front of him, her full breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took as her hips swayed from side to side. He subconsciously bit his bottom lip as his eyes landed on her supple ass, the moonlight streaming into his room accentuating her caramel hued skin that was prickled with various stretch marks that he loved to trace with his tongue any chance he got. Not only was Krys the most beautiful and sexiest woman he laid eyes on but she also one of the nicest people he knew. As corny as it fuckin sounded she was one of the rare people that managed to lighten anybody’s life that she came in contact with. She was extremely compassionate and charming and could crack the toughest person she encountered, her contagious personality causing people to constantly want to be in her presence.  

Sefa was a prime example of that. 

When he finally got signed by WWE, Sefa main goal was to add to his family’s rich wrestling legacy. He knew he had big shoes to fill based on the amount of Hall of Famers in his family and the current legacy his brothers and cousin were crafting at that very moment. Sefa told himself that failure was not an option. Being less than great was not a choice. And he was willing to put in the work to carve his own legacy that would be praised for decades to come. 

But the moment he met Krys, his goals shifted.

Sure he still wanted to become one of the greats in his family. But now he slowly found himself thinking about what he wanted his life outside the ring to look like. And every fantasy included Krys. Marrying her. Having kids with her. Growing old with her. Loving her until he took his last breath. 

But those fantasies couldn’t become a reality if the naked woman in front of him wasn’t on board. 

“You don’t seem happy about my request.” 

Krys stopped pacing back and forth at the sound of disappointment in Sefa’s voice and turned to face him. “Baby it’s not that I’m not happy. I just want to make sure this is something you truly want. What if we move in together and it ruins what we have now? I don’t want to lose you.”

Sefa stood to his feet and climbed out of his bed, taking large strides towards Krys before he finally reached her. His muscular arms wrapped around her body pulling it plush against his chest as he dropped a kiss on her temple. Krys’s arms automatically opened to hug him back, her body relaxing in his embrace. 

“Krys I don’t wanna lose you either. But I also know that I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You’re right I’m a loner and stay to myself. I keep most people at a distance. But Krystle Washington you’re not one of those people. I want to come home from the road with you waiting for me to talk my ear off about whatever gossip from those housewives shows you watch that you read that day. Or to wake up every single morning and watch you test every last bit of resolve I have while doing your daily yoga routine in the living room. I want all that sappy shit in those rom com movies that you force me to watch with you and only you.” 

Krys scoffed. “Stop lying I do not force you to watch those movies with me. You love them just like I do,” she said with a giggle. 

Sefa smirked. “What I love more is watching them with you. I love spending time with you baby.” He pulled away from the embrace and titled Krys’s head upward so they could lock eyes once again. “Admit it I make a compelling argument.” 

Krys couldn’t stop the small grin from appearing on the corners of her lips as Sefa’s words resonated in her mind. It wasn’t like she already didn’t spend all of her free time at his place. Financially it made sense to agree to his request so she could stop paying rent for a place that she had barely slept in since the moment her and Sefa became intimate a few months prior.  There was no denying how head over heels she was for him and the mere thought of taking this leap with him and moving to the next stage of their relationship excited her. But it was still a huge decision she had to think about. And seeing as how the two of them were currently holding each other’s naked bodies, his penis slowly awakening and slapping her inner thigh she knew it was not the right circumstance to think clearly.

“I’m not saying no.” She held up her index finger as a wide smile spread across Sefa’s face. “But I’m not saying yes either. Not yet anyway. I’m just saying give me some time to think about it babe.” 

Sefa nodded. “Ok that’s fair enough.”

Before Krys could say anything else, Sefa dipped his head and captured her lips in a smoldering kiss. She felt the wind slowly evaporate from her body as she quickly became lightheaded. She placed her small palms on Sefa’s chest to steady herself as his tongue slid out of his mouth and expertly pried the seams of her full lips before quickly tangling with her tongue. His hands fell to her round ass and squeezed generously eliciting a loud moan from Krys. Her thighs instinctively parted as the heat rushed to her pussy  causing it to throb without being touched and begged for attention. Sefa’s arms suddenly scooped Krys’s body into a fireman’s carry and he slowly walked back to the bed without their lips parting, planning to spend the next few hours to convince her to take him up on his offer.