#when I mentioned to my closer coworkers afterwards they were all like

[boyapologist]

also I can't believe I didn't mention this on my previous post but our instructor was giving us some tips on our makeup and how we're wearing our uniform and stuff (this part is normal at my job don't worry) and she said I have an EXOTIC BEAUTY. exotic. I think this is the worst thing anyone has ever said to my face lol

[cwritesforfun]

Hi!!

So, I'm so desperate for a Emma D'arcy x Fem Reader fic!!

Pleeeasee

Ok here you go: hope you enjoy!!!

Emma D'Arcy x Fem!Reader: Co-Workers or Something More? (Request)

Y/N = Your Name using She/Her/Hers pronouns Emma's pronouns are They/Them ** I do not own any House of Dragon plot points briefly mentioned

Y/N's POV

Getting the role of Alicent on House of Dragon was nerve-wracking. You were a huge fan of Game of Thrones and even read all the released books. You've been working for years towards getting a role in any TV show or movie. You have been in some indie films and when you got the call to be Alicent, you thought you were dreaming. It was amazing. It was probably one of your favorite days to ever exist.

At the table read for the first season, you were pouring a cup of coffee for yourself when you heard, "So you're playing Alicent?" You turn and see someone beautiful staring at you. You felt lost in their soft blue eyes for years if you could. You instead say, "Yes I am, my name is Y/N. Nice to meet you, what's your name?" The person standing opposite you says, "It's lovely to meet you, Y/N. Y/N is such a beautiful name. I'm Emma D'Arcy and I'm playing Rhaenyra." You reply, "Emma is a beautiful name for a beautiful person. Rhaenyra is a Targaryen, so I am jealous." Emma lets out a laugh and says, "I'm flattered. Say, do you want to grab a bite to eat after this?" You nod and answer, "Sounds great." You both take your seats next to each other, and the table read begins. It lasts several hours.

Afterward, you and Emma make your way out to a restaurant that claims to have great cocktails. You arrive, get seated in a booth, and both order drinks. Emma orders a Negroni Sbagliato with prosecco in it and you order a Gin Martini with a twist. (If you know, you know.)

The night carries on with you two discussing your career, your lack of a love life, and dragons. It's a great night with even better company.

The next 10 months as you film season 1, you become close with the cast, especially Emma. You both hang out outside of filming time and you really like Emma. You find yourself dreaming of Emma some nights and you can barely meet their eyes. It's so embarrassing to have a crush, especially on a coworker. Emma also flirts when they get drunk and it's always directed to you. You don't know if they're just drunk or actually like you.

Season One finishes filming and the whole cast is at an open bar. You're sitting sipping your second gin martini and you are starting to feel tipsy. You hear, "Is this seat taken?" You see Emma standing there in all their glory and you shake your head. Emma sits next to you, leans back, and puts an arm around the back of your seat. Should you lean back... or what...? You lean back and Emma's hand finds your shoulder. Emma exclaims, "I was wondering if you were going to move closer." You reply, "Sorry, what was that? I keep getting lost in your eyes, what too cheesy?" Emma laughs and asks, "Is that why you've been avoiding me on set?" You shrug and answer, "Yes, you exist in my daily life and in my dreams. It's hard to look at you after I dream about you." Emma raises an eyebrow, places their other hand on your thigh, smirks, and asks, "And what are we doing in those dreams, may I ask?" You place one of your hands on Emma's hand on your thigh and answer, "Oh you know hot stuff." Emma smiles and asks, "Wanna get out of here?" You nod.

You both leave the party together and head to Emma's place.

When you get there, Emma complains about being hungry so you agree to cook with them. You both cook pasta, listen to music, and dance together. You both eat dinner so fast while laughing whenever you make eye contact.

You both walk to the couch and Emma asks, "Just a question, but when you said hot stuff in your dream with me, does that mean you have a crush on me?" You answer, "It's so embarrassing being a 30-year-old with a crush, but yes I do like you like that." Emma says, "I think the only embarrassing thing would be if I didn't feel the same way... I like you too. I really like you. I want to kiss you, but I know we're both really tipsy." You reply, "We can still kiss tipsy. I give my consent." Emma smirks and replies, "I think if we kiss, I won't be able to stop." You smirk and ask, "OK then what should we do?" Emma answers, "We could just watch a show or sleep."

You both watch a part of a movie until you both start falling asleep and waking each other up. You go to the bedroom to sleep and you wear one of Emma's shirts to bed. Emma is the big spoon and cuddles you as you drift off to sleep.

You wake up cozy and with a raging headache. You groan and twist a little. You hear Emma groan next to you and they say, "Morning. Is it just me or did those drinks really break your head?" You say, "I'm in pain. Yeah... but I liked waking up next to you." Emma replies, "I liked waking up to you too. You're a good cuddle buddy."

You both get up, you borrow clothes from Emma, and you go out to eat breakfast. You eat breakfast sandwiches and start to feel like a human. You go back to Emma's place, get back into pajamas, and turn on the TV to watch something.

Emma exclaims, "Let's kiss." You smile and say, "OK." Emma cups your face gently and you kiss. It's even better than in your dreams when you kiss them.

Part Two

[onmyyan]

Can I get Delmont HC’s for when one of their ex flings or situationships try to get at the Delmont’s again and reader just gets sad instead of jealous ☹️

Oh this was so good my hands started typing before I could stop em!

A/N: Yandere, murder mentioned in Marcos, Manny kills someone,

Starting with OG lover boy, Cas takes your relationship very, very seriously.

Let's set the scene, the two of you are cuddled up at a work party of yours and a coworker you didn't really talk to much comes sauntering over with a smile far too friendly for your liking, it made a nasty feeling settle deep within your gut, something about her gaze lingering on the tall man by your side made you feel uncomfortable.

"Caspian? I haven't seen you in ages! How are you these days?" She'd ask completely ignoring your presence. Your eye flickered from the long legged woman to your now tense boyfriend. Caspian was almost always relaxed and happy with you, so you immediately clocked his off behavior.

"Hey Ana, been good." Was his simple, curt response, his hand moved from it's warm spot on your waist to his pant pocket, (He felt his temper instantly rise and couldn't risk hurting you so he moved his clenched fist to his pocket.) and you felt silly about it afterwards but in that moment, that small action felt like a rejection. The ugly feelings brewing in your stomach made the drink on your tongue turn bitter.

"You look amazing Cas, I see you kept up with our gym routine after all huh?" She giggled as if it was an inside joke between them, her body faced him, now closer than before, and you felt like a stranger intruding on something personal, all too quickly, you felt your throat tighten.

"It's so crazy running into you here, I was just thinking about how much fun we had together, we should go out for a drink later, maybe catch up?"

Caspian stared long and hard at the woman but your emotions were quickly spiraling out of control, you could feel your gut twist at the thought of him entertaining her, and before you could hear his response, you muttered out a barley audible "Excuse me." To the pair, quickly making your retreat to the nearest bathroom, thanking the universe that it was empty because no sooner than you closed the door did your bottom lip start to tremble.

Had you stayed you would have seen the downright murderous look on your boyfriend's face.

In his head he's trying to figure out the best way to turn her down without embarrassing you at your job, it's the only reason he doesn't notice your sudden mood shift.

He was trying to process the woman's audacity, a curt decline on the tip of his tongue, when you suddenly disappeared from his side. In an instant panic, he not so subtly shoves his way past the woman to where he thinks you went.

He uses the tracker on your phone to track you down to the bathroom and fully intended on waiting by the door until you came out, but then he heard the sound he hated most in the world, you sniffling.

Bursts in the door like there's a fire, not caring about anything but getting to you, checking you over. He ignores your gasp and hushed whispers to get out before he got in trouble, and cradles your wet face between his big hands.

"What's wrong Honey? How can I help?" He's staring at you with those big red eyes, brows furrowed in concern, and you can't help the tearful giggle you let out at his behavior.

"It's stupid-"

"If it made my baby cry it's far from stupid." He corrects immediately, thumbs wiping at any stray tears left.

"That woman- the way she spoke to you. I just, I hated how that made me feel and I don't know- I'm sorry, we can just go back to the party okay?" You turn from him to face the mirror and in an attempt to brush past what you considered an embarrassing moment, begin wiping at the smeared mascara on your eyes.

He smacks his teeth at his own idiocy, he hadn't even considered how that stupid wench made you feel in the moment, god what must be running through your mind, he couldn't imagine an ex of yours trying to ask you out in front of him, the guilt swells immediately, he wanted to run back out there and throw that harlot down the stairs for making your pretty face fall the way it had.

Instead he made his way to the bathroom door and clicked the lock in place, you turned to face him but your questions died on your tongue as he made his way towards you with that particular dark look in his eye.

"Forgive me, my love. I didn't mean to make you upset, I just didn't wanna make a scene at your job." He says casually falling to his knees before you, his hands trailing up your calves, to your thighs, finally settling on the thin fabric of your underwear, he stared up from between your legs with the softest look on his face.

"Let me make it up to you Honey."

Gabe has a much more explosive reaction

You two are at the gym, Gabe was sweating and sitting there all gorgeous and shit, he's making sure you watch as he lifts, his veins bulging in his arms as he winks at you. "Be my spotter baby I need my motivation." He grits out with that wolfish smile stretched across his flushed face.

You weren't nearly as athletic as the man and sometimes it felt as if you didn't belong in the gym, but he was quick to snuff out these thoughts, swearing up and down he preformed better on his sets when you were watching, that he needed you by his side even if you weren't working out as well.

He not only wants you around because he can't get enough of you, but he also really wants you to see him be hot, unfortunately that meant everyone at the gym got to see it too.

"I'll be right back baby, gonna go grab you a water." You smile at his immediate pout, the grabby hands he makes as he demands a goodbye kiss, even though you'd only be gone a few moments, but that's all the time the blonde woman stalking up to him needs.

The stranger to you was an old fling of Gabe's, he barely recognized her when she invited herself to his personal space like she was allowed, the only reason he didn't immediately brush her off was because she said his name, he was confused as she neared him, her smile too wide to be genuine.

the blue haired giant was the best sex of her life and despite the fact that she saw his blatant affection for you, she made her move anyway.

You came back to quite the sight, Gabe sat stiffly on the machine he was at, his elbows on his knees as he stared up at the blonde beside him, his face set in that sinfully attractive hardened stare,

The woman currently leaning too close for comfort on his machine looked like someone out of a fitness magazine, she was fit, completely toned and gorgeous, you couldn't help the twinge of discomfort at how close they were, how they looked like the perfect couple.

You neared them awkwardly as her back was to you and heard her say, "It's been too long Gabriel, I miss you, god your body is still insane, what are your benching now 250? 300. You could definitely still toss me around the bed." Her tone was dripping in flirtation, she dragged a finger up the pole of the machine he sat on, leaning down to press her chest together.

Before you could think about turning away from the upsetting sight, Gabe abruptly stood up, his glare dead set on the woman, his eyes flickered to you, immediately clocking the way your shoulders shrunk in, how you seemed to deflate at the situation, he could practically read your mind, knowing how easily your brain went to the worst places, he felt his temper skyrocket at the mere idea of you being upset by this nobody.

"Baby! I think we should end this early yeah? I got a better idea for a workout that involves you, me, and my backseat." He says almost whining as he throws his sweaty body all over you, his arms holding you tight against his body as he kissed the top of your head, rocking into the hug.

"This place just let's anybody in, we should switch to a new gym." His glare turned to the woman, if looks could kill she'd be on the ground. "C'mon ma, let's go before I get belligerent."

Ricky fully ignores the interaction lmao it's so rude

You'd come to the Auto shop with a homemade lunch for your sweet Ricky as he forgot to pack his own and called you to bring him one (he definitely did this on purpose just to see you at work)

You enter the shop and start to head straight to the back before being stopped by a manicured hand snapping in your face rather rudely.

"Hi ma'am, you can't just walk in here, you have to make an appointment." The woman behind the receptionist desk was new, you'd never seen her in here before, she was practically sneering at you, her plastic, customer service smile held no warmth as she tapped her nail against the sign in sheet impatiently.

You laughed instinctually at the tense situation, trying to dispell the awkwardness, you didn't understand her hostility, "Oh my boyfriend works here, he's expecting me." You say offering her a friendly smile, trying to smooth over any unpleasantness.

"Well I'm going to need some identification." She says matter of factly, her body now blocking your path. "uh no?" You said not wanting the stranger to see your information, you'd come to the shop hundreds of times now, everyone knew who you were, everyone but this woman it seems.

She scoffed at your refusal her voice raising in anger as she glared at you, "If you don't cooperate I'll have to call security." She threatened not knowing how deep she was digging her grave.

"My love? What's going on." Ricky's deep, baritone voice suddenly called out from around the corner, he thought it was odd you hadn't appeared yet as his tracker app said you'd arrived at his work minutes ago, it wasn't like you to delay so he listened to his gut and went outside seeing you being harassed by the new receptionist.

His blood pressure rises instantly and he has to fight to keep his hands from yanking her away from you.

He'd only signed off on her hiring because he knew she was infatuated with him, they hooked up once a few years ago and she would do anything to have it happen again, of course Ricky had no intention of fulfilling her desires, he just needed someone he knew would keep their mouth shut if they happened to see/notice something funky with the shop.

But her value immediately diminishes the second she gets in your way, his glare could melt glass as he tells her a simple, but aggressive, "Move." He holds his arms out to you and when you curl into his touch he makes a point to kiss your temple, his focus completely on you. "Are you alright love? What was she doing?" He asks tenderly rubbing your face. The receptionist opens her mouth to respond but Ricky shuts her up with a single raised hand, "She was just asking for my ID, I brought your lunch!" You say excitedly, his gaze grows warm at the adorable sight before he turns to the woman, his eyes dead, his aura dark and imposing.

"Clean out your desk immediately, I want you out of my shop before I come back out here." His tone left no room for argument, almost threatening as he places a hand in the small of your back, gently leading you away. "You didn't need to do that for me-" he cuts you off with an intense, breath stealing kiss, "Of course I did, no one interrupts our time together."

Marcos had always been afraid of his promiscuous past coming back to haunt him, and his violent reaction to this shows.

The two of you had been at a club for a while now, both proper sloshed and sweating, hours of grinding on each other to every song that came on the thumping speakers, he's in heaven with his arms around your waist, his nose buried in your neck as he mouths needy kisses up and down your throat.

You motion towards the bar, your drunk body demanding more alcohol and he begins leading you towards it, his hands never leaving your body.

He all but pushes a guy out of his seat so you can rest there while he gets the bartenders attention. He freezes when the woman turns around. The bartender shoots him a knowing, flirty grin, leans over close and yells over the pounding music, "Hey Marcos baby, you come back for more? I can take my break right now if that's the case."

His eyes flicker to you and his heart stutters at the sad look on your face, be it the copious amounts of liquor you had in your body or how just how gorgeous the woman hitting on him was, you feel your spirits drop, your mind tortured you with images of them together, of him with another, and the insecurities bubble up faster than you can handle, "scuse' me." You drunkenly mutter clasping a hand over your mouth, your stomach felt queasy all of a sudden and you all but ran to the bathroom on shakey legs.

Marcos is seeing red, his mind panicking as he watches you retreat to the bathroom he feels sick himself at the thought of you leaving him, the fear that you may be comparing yourself to such a nothing person, the terrifying thought of this insignificant person making you see him different, it had his chest heaving in a barley concealed rage.

He fixes his burning stare on the bartender, his eyes holding pure malice as he holds himself back from pressing his thumbs into her eyes and slamming her into the bar until it broke.

He says nothing to her, his eyes making her so uneasy she baked away slightly, his mouth felt dry as he pushes and bullies his way past the crowd to barge into the bathroom where he finds you curled around the toilet, he's falling to his knees beside you in an instant, he keeps your hair from your face, a soothing hand on your back as you empty your stomach.

His words are soft and encouraging as he helps you to your feet, uncaring about his expensive clothes being dirtied, uncaring of how messy you look, his eyes are full of love, even a bit teary as he helps you to the sink, as you wash your mouth out he's wetting a paper towel and dabbing the cold cloth to your burning neck, "Oh baby, my sweet girl are you okay? I'm so sorry, come here let me see you."

The moment sobers him entirely, he's calling a deluxe Uber to pick you both up and sending a message to his twin about the bartender, he wanted the bitch dead for even momentarily causing you to frown, he's holding your swaying form against him protectively as he waits for the car, his mind swirling with thoughts of violence and revenge, how dare that waste of air upset you so much? The crime would be repaid in blood.

Manny has the most volatile reaction.

The two of you are a late night, semi exclusive car show, Manny loved watching the races, he stopped racing in them the second you said you worried for his safety but his love for the adrenaline filled sport remained, the classic cars were beautiful and he always smiled so brightly when you indulged his more risky interests.

He loved pointing out the racers he liked or hated, his favorite cars and why, sharing this with you was one of his favorite ways to pass time. You always looked so beautiful under the neon lights, the smell of gasoline in the air.

It's rare for him to leave your side when you're out and about so this happens in front of you, the two of you are cuddled up together, sat comfortably on the hood of his car, his arms around you as you leaned back into his chest, when a woman in leather saunters up to his car.

"Hey Manny, long time no see pretty boy." The woman coo's from her position, her eyes drinking him in, blatantly ignoring your existence.

"Yeah." Is Manny's only response, his grip on your hips tightening before he moves from holding you against him to stepping in front of you, keeping his body between you and what he felt was a threat.

His hair moved everytime a car whizzed by him, but he didn't flinch, his cold eyes trained on the woman from his past.

His voice was clearly irritated, tone leaving no room for friendly interpretation, and yet she persisted, taking a step closer to the tall man who had begun to clench his fists, his body trembling in unfiltered rage.

"You wanna' take another ride? This time if I win, I get my prize up front." Her tone was clear, her implication made more lewd as she looked him up and down.

"Don't talk to me like you know me. Don't talk to me like you're somebody." His voice was dripping venom as he spoke, and if he wasn't furious before, the sad, almost deflated look on your face at her comments made him see red.

The crowds of people were so thick and intense, the loud sounds of the revving engines and screaming spectators only added to his slip of control.

"Relax Manny baby! I'm just teasing you." She puts her hand on his chest and before you could blink the woman's body is flying out towards the road where a car smacks into her with a sick crunch, her limp body is dragged as the car speeds along, unaware of the carnage it caused, screams and shouts of horror come from all around you, people beginning to panic as Manny turns around, all malice gone from his face as he lifts you off the car and ushers you to the passenger seat without a word. "Time to go!" He all but sings as he peels out of the parking lot.

"Holy shit are you okay?" You asked him turning back to stare as the horrifying scene grew farther and farther from his rearview mirror. He placed a shaky hand on your thigh to calm himself as he spoke, "I'm okay baby girl, are you? I'm so so sorry you had to see that." He says, his only guilt came from your date night being cut short.

"Don't be sorry baby, no one could have known that would happen Jesus Christ." You put a hand to your chest trying to ease the fierce beat, he grabbed your free hand, bringing the back of your palm to his lips for a sweet kiss, his eyes crinkling in joy at the thought of her now crumpled body.

"Yeah, accidents happen."

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Can be read platonically or romantically/beginning of relationship.

Summer Celebrations were well underway, and the Lounge was blossoming. The seamless designs of glass walls and cavern arches blending into familiar walls was time staking. Some portions and rooms weren’t exactly symmetrical, and other areas were some interesting shapes but he loves it. He loves the work and painstaking time he put into it.  

Yuu did as well, he knows that. Often finding her simply curled up on the couches facing the tanks and watching the wave of coral and fish. It was one of the reasons she got along so well with all three of them. An appreciation for land, but a fascination with the ocean. Where he found calm and intrigue on the sands, she found it within the waves.  

But he hasn’t found her curled on the couches, or even lingering in the breakrooms. She wasn’t stopping to chat with any coworkers, or even eating during her required breaks. Her jaw was clenched, her smile polite but tight, and she had even snapped at Floyd. She had apologized immediately afterwards, but the point stood.  

Azul thinks he knows exactly what it is, when he sees her fidget with her uniform again as she ran food. Azul thinks he understands exactly.  

It’s the end of the night, and he asks to see her after changing out of her uniform. When she walks in, she looks tired, that’s not unusual. What is the obnoxiously large black hoodie and sweatpants.  

“Ms. Yuu,” Azul starts, setting aside his pen, “Welcome! May I offer you a drink?” 

“I thought we were past the point of pleasantries, Azul.” she sighs, trying to muster a smile. “What do you need?”  

“Very well, to the point then.” He circles to the front of the desk, leaning against the front. “I’ve received some reports of some out of character behavior from you-” 

“Has it impeded my job?” she interrupts.  

“...No.”  

“Have I been harmful to the business or my coworkers?” she asks, hands tight in her pockets. 

“No.” he sighs, crossing his arms. 

“Then you have nothing to worry about and it’ll pass. If that’s all-” 

“Fine!” he snaps, standing fully. “Fine, I’m not asking as your boss. I’m-as your friend. As somebody who-I think what-maybe...” 

“Where’d that silver tongue go, eh?” she laughs but it’s humorless.  

“Oh, hush!” Azul was never good at this part, fixing his glasses “I’m getting there.”  

He looks out the window of the VIP room, into the lounge itself. They both watch the slow movement of a shark across the room. 

“Floyd tells me that he sees you all the time at the gym recently, at least twice a day. I’m guessing that’s where you're going now?” She doesn’t say anything, pulling the hoodie closer to her body. Azul would understand, she thinks, she knows he might, but she doesn’t know if he could handle her like. If she trusts him enough to not use it as blackmail in the future. But if anybody would understand in this college of entitled, take everything for granted- 

“I lost 50 lbs.” He flinches. “I lost it. I gained muscle and strength. I worked. I worked damn hard. I’m proud of the work I have put in. But I’m never-” she looks down at her shoes, “I’m never going to look like people like Floyd or even Deuce. All the extra fucking skin-”  

He nods, feeling his own throat tighten. Yes, nobody mentions how it hangs, how the stretch marks reach for any available surface. That the mirror never looks right compared to what you can do.  

“And I just-It’s not fair. I know life isn’t fucking fair but damn it!” Her hands wave at her figure before just ripping the hoodie off. “When does it get better?” she looks at him, gesturing to her body, “When-” she chokes, gripping at the baggy t-shirt. “When do I finally get to feel beautiful?” 

He pulls her close, her head dropping to his shoulder and muffling the sounds of quiet tears. Tears that he recognizes all too well. His arms go around her waist, rubbing her back and letting her go. It’s not uncomfortable, surprisingly. Even when she hugs him back, arms wrapped his waist, and he doesn’t worry if she can feel his body through the shirt. It’s perhaps the first time that has ever happened.  

“I can’t tell you that.” he whispers. “But I can tell you that I like you regardless. I enjoy you regardless. I will continue to. And that until you can believe so and even after, I will find you absolutely lovely.”  

Yuu nods, and neither of them say anything when they finally separate and there is a wet spot on her shoulder.  

“I will believe for you too.” She whispers, wrapping the hoodie around her waist. 

Azul only smiles softly. There is a small part of him that wants to disregard it or laugh it off. It’s what he’s done with every other person who has ever hinted as much, even the twins. But a smaller part, smaller than the little pot that he grew up in, wants to believe her.  

[haihaihaitani]

Don't Be Scared ~ *Rindou Haitani*

Summary: It seems Rindou’s colleagues don’t respect you as they go out of their way to make you miserable. But you would never tell Rin this. You’re stronger than that, right?

Pairing: Rindou Haitani X G/N!Reader

Genre: Angstyish Drabble

Word Count: 686

Warning: swearing, anxiety attack, insecurities. Rindou being OOC (but I need him to be this way), hating the nickname baby (seriously I could rant about how much I hate being called this, but I think I summed it up pretty well in this)

Masterlist

A/N: I wrote this as a sort of therapy piece. Two things mentioned in this story are insecurities of mine. And sometimes I just imagine a lovely anime boy telling me he’s going to protect me. So yeah. Very self-indulgent. 

A/N 2: Also my dad had piranhas. That’s why they’re here.

You were officially having the worst day ever. Currently, you were curled up in the far corner of your husband’s office, behind his couch. You were squeezed into a tight ball, shaking and crying like a child. All because you were embarrassed in front of your husband’s coworkers.

Honestly, you couldn’t remember who it was who did it and you frankly didn’t care. You could still remember what he did clearly, even though it happened over an hour ago. You don’t think you were ever going to forget.

You were on your way to your husband’s office with some important paperwork when some guy jumped out and scared you. You hated jumpscares because you always felt stupid afterwards. However, after he jumped out, you tripped over your own feet and fell on your ass.

While you were trying to fight back your heavy breathing and tears, the guy laughed and said, “Ha! Gotcha, you whore.”

You were frozen.

A whore? Is that what these people thought of you? You thought…

You shook your head. It didn’t matter what you thought anymore. What mattered is that no one here respected you. Maybe your own husband didn’t respect you like you thought. You just wanted to disappear and believe none of this ever happened. That when you close your eyes, count to three, and open them, you’d be home again.

The door to the office opened. You heard Rindou call out to you, “Baby? Are you here? Ran said he saw you run in here.”

Baby. You were right. Your own husband didn’t even respect you to see you as anything more than a child. Were you being dramatic? Sure. But you still felt justified in being a little extreme considering the humiliation you were subjected to.

“Babe?” Rindou’s voice was much closer to you now and you felt his shoulder brush against yours. You squeezed yourself into a tighter ball to get away from him. “Hey. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Go away.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me. Something is bothering you and I will do whatever I can to make it right.”

“No! It’s embarrassing and I just want to crawl into a hole and die!”

You weakly struggled against him when he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his lap. “Love, please. Let me help you.”

Taking a few breaths to try and calm yourself, you told him. You recounted the mortifying ordeal with the jumpscare and how he called you a whore. You then let your insecurities spill, how you were so stupid that you could handle a bloody massacre but couldn’t watch a horror movie. You mentioned that you didn’t think anyone respected you, much less like you and you wished you weren’t so dramatic, but explained that these were the thoughts and feelings you were having.

When you were done, Rindou didn’t say anything for a long time. You were about to ask him to say something when he whispered, “I’ll kill him.”

“What?”

“I’ll fucking kill him. I’ll gut him like a fish and feed him to your piranhas for making you feel this way.” He snapped, his voice cold and deadly.

You shook your head and burrowed yourself into his chest. “Don’t do that. You’ll make yourself work more for something those fish won’t eat.”

He gave a slight chuckle but pulled you in closer. “I’m glad you’re making jokes but I’m furious someone would make you doubt yourself like that. You are not a baby and you are not a whore. I love you so much, I married you. If you want, I’ll stop calling you baby. I call you whatever you want. But you have to know that I have never thought less of you and I never will. You are the love of my life and I will never, ever stop loving you, okay?”

You nodded. “Can we go home?”

Rindou kissed the top of your head. “Of course, my love. Right after I call Ran, okay? I have to order a hit.”

“Tell him to be slow and painful.”

“Anything for you.”

[nerdieforpedro]

Doing Nothing vs. Nothing You Can Do

Chapter Two of Therapy for Well-Adjusted People

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Word Count: 1975

Summary: Imani makes an emergency appointment for an incident at work with Dr. Julep. Marcus receives some concerning news and talks to Dr. Mint about it.

Warnings: Mention of death, Death in a workplace, PTSD, anxiety, depression

Notes: I recently had a death at work of one of my coworkers so I’m working it out in my writing. 👀 Given when I’m posting this, it was in April of this year. I still wonder at times if I’m sane but I also think that the definition of sanity can be subjective at times. Point is, Nerdie is self-indulgent as always. She’s all up in her own writing. 👏🏽

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Imani Coleman arrived at her last minute appointment with Dr. Julep. It was urgent that it needed to be today. She honestly wanted one yesterday but the office was closed by the time she got off work. It was insane that she’d finished her shift. All of them finished their shifts like that didn’t just happen.

There was an emergency number she could call but she didn’t feel it was necessary but she still needed to see her therapist, just to get the feelings out. To have someone listen. Had she not been so frazzled by the event this week, she would have noticed that a tall, handsome man in plaid held the door open for her. She smiled, but it was polite, she didn’t pay any attention to the man other than the red flannel. That stuck out to her but as she sat down in the waiting area, the idea floated away.

At first she’d spread out, ‘claiming her space’ as her friends and even her therapist told her to do, but she checked her phone. All the people messaging one another about the incident today, how it affected them, remembering how many people came together afterward. Imani closed herself back off and held her belongings closer to herself. However silly, she felt safer that way, for a few moments, it felt like she was being watched. Looking up at the front desk, Vernon was focused on his computer screen. No one else had come in. Imani chased that thought away. Unless some patient or family member was watching her to try and critique what she was doing, no one was looking at her that intensely.

Thankfully, Dr. Julep emerged from her office, greeting Imani and having her follow her to her office. She nodded and walked silently, out of character for her as she usually had a joke or two on the way and even after getting settled on the couch. The doctor sat at her tall stuffed white chair which made her black button down shirt and pencil skirt with red heels stand out all the more. Dr. Julep had scarlet hair with purple rimmed glasses that she put on for reading and when she took notes during sessions. She was a few inches taller than Dr. Mint, making her 6’3” without heels, long, well-defined, muscular legs were crossed and on display. Their cinnamon tone is bright from the natural sunlight from the windows. Some might say she has transitioned, others would claim that she was a man diving head first into their feminine side. What could not be disputed, was track record as a therapist with people and communities who didn’t feel served by many mental health and therapists at large. It’s why Imani came here for this practice. It was the only one that took her seriously.

Dr. Julep is watching Imani carefully. She’s set her belongings down, but hasn’t sat. Instead, the nurse is pacing, pressing her hands together in alternating fists. She doesn’t think she’d become violent or anything, but something is eating at her. The voicemail wasn’t clear and just stated that it was imperative that she talk to her.

“Imani. Dear, if you don’t want to sit yet, that’s okay, but please talk to me.” Still fiddling with her fingers, she gazes in her direction and takes a shallow breath. “I can’t help unless you tell me why you needed to see me today. It’s very clear it is something.”

“I couldn’t scream. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shake things and just sit in a corner and cry, but that’s not professional. Doesn’t help the patients.” Imani finally stops, but just stands. She doesn’t sit yet. She’s looking down, rubbing her palms together in a circle. “I mean, it’s a hospital. The patients are our priority, but it’s also a job. So serious but also not so serious. I went with the others to pay my respects. I…I…had just spoken to him that morning. I said good morning. He was sitting and I was getting some ice or drink or something. He was sitting there in the refreshment room. I thought maybe he just needed a break like we all do, you know?”

Dr. Julep can tell that this isn’t like her at all but lets her continue. It’s a jumbled mess, but from what she can gather, it involves possibly a patient or this man she’s talking about. “Okay. We do all need a break. Was he on a short break?”

Imani nods, it’s then that the tears start flowing. “He never made it from his break. One of the staff members came to get me to check his blood sugar. She was able to and it was okay, so was his blood pressure. We told him, his manager told him and other people told him to go down to the emergency room (ED). He just kept saying that he needed to rest. I just kept working. They’ve been on us about having the vitals and stroke assessments timely and I can see that damn woman tapping her watch with her finger telling us our assessments are late. Plus my stroke patients both have NG (nasogastric) tubes and the one, a ninety-two year old man is in bilateral wrist restaurants which requires documentation every two hours. And that’s just two of my patients, I had three more. But it’s still no excuse…none at all.” Finally she plopped down on the couch, her vision bleary from her tears.

The good doctor stands and takes a box of tissue off her desk and sits next to Imani on the couch, she gives her the box and she blows her nose. “It’s no excuse for what Imani? What do you feel you didn’t do? It sounds like there was plenty to do just with those two patients.”

“There were people going back and forth, trying to get him to go. I saw a friend of mine bring a wheelchair to him, but then everyone said he fell and hit his head. They presume after trying to stand up. They worked together to lift him on the stretcher and get him down to the ED. They said he was scared and they were trying to comfort him by telling him he’d be okay. But I remember how sick he was when he was a patient at our hospital before. I took care of him for a few days. I thought he was better. Another friend went down to check on him but they called a code blue on him…when she said they were still working on him. I knew then…The longer a code goes, the less chance you have of getting the back. He died. He came to work that morning, was working and was dead. I paid my respects to him with the others…at least he looked peaceful I guess. But then we all…just continued working. They had a 30 minute grief thing but then we all finished our shifts. I cried just like I’m crying now, but it’s especially when things like this happen where I wonder if I've been fundamentally desensitized.”

“My dear, is it alright if I hug you? Feel free to say no.” Dr. Julep opened her arms and Imani hugged her. They sat in silence for a few minutes as she sobbed. The appointment ended with no words spoken other than Imani thanking her for taking her call and making an appointment for her today. The nurse left once she had another appointment set up for later in the week.

Marcus found himself at the offices of Dr. Mint and Dr. Julep a second time that week. He hadn’t planned on it, but he’d gotten a call from his supervisor, stating that those two hot dogs were trying to press charges against him. Marcus showed restraint in not calling Patrick Jane and Teresa ‘hot dogs’ over Zoom call, but he was assured by his supervisor that they didn’t have a leg to stand on because in addition to Pike telling Jane not to interfere in the pursuit, so did the squad leader and field leader as well. They had already written their statements along with the other agents who were there and those who’d been in the office. Marcus spoke with Dr. Mint about the fact that the Janes had the audacity to even try to bring charges against him. For an accident, one that would have been prevented if he had listened to any of the three people that told Patrick to stay put.

After his session with Dr. Mint Marcus had his leather jacket draped over his left arm as he was making a follow up appointment with Vernon who was chatting him up about a Wizards game he was going to see later. “They usually lose, but I’ve got floor seats with my husband. He loves them for reasons I don’t understand, but he’s cute when he’s excited like that.” It was then that Dr. Julep walked Imani out to the waiting area. The statuesque therapist was wearing a tan dress with black ankle boots. She patted the nurse on her shoulder and went back to her office.

Marcus recognized the woman who’d been wearing a blue dress when he first saw her. He smiled and stepped back to allow her to be at the front desk and make her follow up appointment too. Today she was wearing a pale yellow cold shoulder top with ¾ sleeves, black capri leggings that displayed her caramel calves. She had on simple black flip flops with white nails, likely from a mani-pedi. She had on pink lip gloss and was chatting with Vernon about the Wizards game too. Marcus waited and hoped it wasn’t weird, well too weird. The elderly gentleman grinned and nodded his head in Marcus’ direction, whispering to Imani, “You have an admirer dear.”

Imani didn’t turn around yet, Pike can hear them, they both suck at whispering. It’s endearing though. “Do I? If he’s here, it could be a huge red flag or a green flag.”

“Green flag dear. He’s got a leather jacket and one of those…henley’s I think.” Marcus laughs and Imani looks back, turning to face this tall, broad and handsome copper toned man who was indeed wearing a red hanley, holding a black leather jacket, wearing dark wash jeans with black nikes.

“Hello…” Imani cleared her throat and swallowed some saliva that had gathered. She placed a hand over her chest and then placed back on the desk, leaning on it to appear more relaxed than she was. This was her admirer? Here’s to hoping Vernon’s right and he is in fact a green flag.

“Good afternoon. I’m Marcus. A walking green flag apparently.” Pike took two steps forward, but kept a foot away from her so as to not invade her space. “You two are very funny and yes I am an admirer.” Imani chuckled and extended her hand, he took it and shook it while they gazed at each other.

“How long have you been an admirer of mine, Marcus?”

“Long enough to where Vernon’s kept track of it but not so long that you should feel weird about it Ms. Imani.” They let go of each other’s hands and didn’t know what to do with them. Imani fiddled with her purse and Marcus went to his pockets.

“Hmm.” She used her index finger and thumb to grasp her chin. “Maybe we should get lunch, I’m a little hungry. Are you? And please call me Imani.”

Flashing a bright smile at her suggestion, he nodded. “I think I could go for some food. Where do you want to eat?” Imani waved goodbye to Vernon as Marcus opened the door for her and they left the office in search of lunch.

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Chapter One. Chapter Three

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May we have a Itto x Sara scene please.

Ei walks into a Teahouse to grab a meal when she notices Sara sitting on stool drinking a cup.

Ei:General?

Sara:!? *stands* Madam Shogun! H-how are you?

Ei:Hehe, relax. Please, go back to enjoying your drink. I’ve been frequenting this place lately but I’ve never seen you until now.

Sara:I don’t come here too often but today a favor/job demands it. My coworker, Heizou, is working a case that is rather time sensitive and delicate. He enlisted the help of a mutual friend, Kuki Shinobu, who is a very capable person.

Ei:If you’re praising her then she must be someone rather remarkable. Miko may have mentioned that name to me before. Are you meeting them here?

Sara:I wish that were case. Kuki has many responsibilities; the biggest one being the soul source of common sense in the Arataki Gang. With her absence, Heizou thought it best for me to distract her boss so he doesn’t get involved or cause unnecessary headaches for anyone; including myself.

Ei:Arataki Gang? Now I’m certain I’ve heard that name. Ah, would the leader happen to be that Oni that’s always patently waiting for you to come out of Tenshukaku?

Sara:…His name is Itto, and he’s actually trying to break in.

Ei:*nods slowly* Hmmm, I see. He’s not very good at it.

Sara:And I’m thankful for it. Anyways, he’s always trying to challenge me to duel. While besting him wouldn’t be the hardest thing in the world, I convinced him to come here to eat after a beetle f-

Ei: *tilts head* Hmm?

Sara:*red* After I beat him in TCG. He’s in the restroom washing his hands and probably drying the tears he refused to notice after losing, for the fifth time in a row. At the rate things are going, I’ll probably go to vendor afterwards and buy him that Dango he likes.

Ei:…So today has gone smoothly?

Sara:Honestly, I can’t complain. To my shock he actually has mora and is paying for the food as my reward. I never had to think about it much but it’s a good thing places like this have meals for an Oni to enjoy. Even I’d feel terrible if I accidentally fed him beans.

Ei:Sara, I have a question.

Sara:Of course! What do you need?

Ei:I am out of touch with many of today’s trends and understandings. However, I’ve read quite a bit light novels as of late, as well as know how things were long ago. Correct me if I’m, but your task is a date?

Sara:What? Oh no. This isn’t-… no.

Ei:But…you know so much about him. Likes, dislikes, you have planned a day around him and to my understanding, he actively seeks to spend time with you.

Sara:*red* You aren’t wrong, but it’s not like I like him.

Ei:That’s what the girl in the novel said! However her actions and reactions, much like hers, contradicted her words. The narrator themself even explained that the girl was actually quite endeared to the gentleman. Her friends even set up date for them to get closer. Not to say your friends would employ such a mischievous tactic.

Sara:*thinks of Heizou*…Kuki would never.

Ei:Perhaps a peculiar coincidence then? Whatever the case, I’ll leave you to your task. *walks away*

Itto:*approaches* Alright Sara! You may have won but don’t get to crazy with ordering- why is your face all red?

Sara:It isn’t. Your makeup is smudged around your eyes.

Itto:Nuh uh, I tripled check! You’re as red as your own mask, or my horns. Don’t tell me you can’t handle your own tea!?

Sara:The room is stuffy; nothing more.

Itto:Hmmm yeah I’m not buying it. *leans in* Maybe it’s not the tea. You’re not even sweating.

Sara:Haven’t you heard of personal space!

Ei watches from across the Teahouse as she orders. She’s not listening that much, but rather watching the Oni laugh freely as Sara tries to act stern before sighing. Despite the defeatist posture she has, her gaze at the man holds no animosity or real negativity. It’s rather…endearing.

Ei:(Hmm, perhaps I should ask Miko to explain this. Then again…maybe I’m not the person who doesn’t understand?)

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HI EVERYONE!!!! introducing a new story with you here :))

Description: in which Cameron Jones and Madeleine Abbott meet under unexpected circumstances but life (and their best friends) continue pushing them together. "Anyway the water turns, you're always on my mind, sweet instigator."

CW: smut!! (chapters with (*) indicate smut), mature content overall, reader discretion advised, mentions of alcohol/drugs, single parenthood

Sweet instigator - one. (*)

Madeleine’s feet were hurting.

She uncomfortably shifted on her heels, twisting her ankles around a bit as she coped with the strain in her arches. Maybe another sip of her beer would soothe the ache a bit. Madeleine knew it wouldn’t, but she tried anyway, tipping her cup back to let the cold liquid run through her throat.

“This place is so fun!” Carla gushed. Madeleine hummed along softly, not feeling quite the excitement her coworker was displaying. Carla flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder as she looked around, clearly scoping her surroundings.

Madeleine arched up her brow, “Looking for someone?” She checked, her voice already breaking a bit from shouting over the loud music.

Madeleine had to admit it had been ages since she went to a club. When Carla - a girl who started at the firm not too long ago - asked her to go for an afterwork drink, this wasn’t what Madeleine saw herself doing on her friday night.

She was still in her working clothes, which consisted of black flares and a simple black t-shirt. She felt underdressed and more so looked like she belonged in a rave rather than anywhere else. The black heeled boots on her feet seemed like a good idea for a day of sitting behind her desk, not for an evening of standing up and dancing in the crowd.

“I don’t know.” Carla breathed, “Didn’t Tommy say he was going to be here?”

Madeleine frowned, “Tommy? The prop guy?”

Carla rolled her eyes, “It’s a job, Maddie.”

“No, I know.” She shrugged, “I just don’t know what it’s officially called. All I know is that he drives around day in, day out to look for props.”

“Well, yeah, Tommy the prop guy, I guess.” Carla took a sip of her wine. Madeleine tilted her head to the side, “You think he’s cute?”

“Just a bit.” Carla breathed, shrugging it off, “Do you know if he’s single?”

“I know he’s married.”

Carla’s eyes widened, “Shit, really?!”

“Yeah.” Madeleine chuckled, “Have you never seen the ring on his finger? He’s got a baby on the way, I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Carla groaned, throwing the remainder of her wine down her throat, “I need something stronger than this.” She dragged Madeleine to the bar, “I was about to be a fucking homewrecker!”

Madeleine huffed out a chuckle, “It’s all good. Nothing happened, did it? You can have a crush on someone who’s married or taken, as long as it stays innocent.”

“Well, my thoughts definitely weren’t innocent.” Carla muttered, signalling the bartender, “Four shots of tequila, please.”

“Carla,” Madeleine groaned, disagreeing with the choice of drink even if the bartender was already grabbing four shot-glasses, “please tell me you’re going to drink all of them. I hate tequila.”

“How can you hate tequila?!” Carla laughed and Madeleine shrugged, “It makes me hurl. And besides, I haven’t eaten since lunch, I’m gonna be piss drunk. Can’t we leave this place and grab a bite somewhere? It’s like nine already.”

“Gosh, you sound like an old lady.” Carla teased, “But alright, after these shots,” She grabbed the glasses and pulled them closer as the bartender put a tray of lemon wedges on the bartop, “we’ll go out and find something to eat.”

Madeleine’s mood perked up but Carla held up her finger, “But only if you promise we’ll go dancing afterwards.”

“I can’t feel my feet.” Madeleine deadpanned as Carla pushed a shot in her hand, “Sitting down for about an hour will do wonders! You’ll forget all about that pain. C’mon, drink up!”

And so Madeleine did. Her face scrunched up at the taste and she coughed a bit before biting the bullet and taking that second shot. The alcohol rushed to her head immediately and Madeleine sighed out, realizing she actually planned on a cosy night in on her couch. It sounded boring, but she planned on cleaning.

All week long, she had let her apartment go to trash so it’d feel twice as satisfying when she finally had the time to clean it. And now she’d have to stumble to bed drunkenly tonight to wake up in a mess tomorrow.

Carla was chattering her ear off as the two exited the club and the afterwork event. Now that Carla knew Tommy was taken, she was basically checking out every guy on the street. She even flirted with the waiter of the Italian place they eventually found a small table at.

Madeleine craved carbs, and so she ordered the biggest cheesy pasta they had on the menu and munched on it like a cavewoman. Her hair was pinned back to keep it out of her face and she hardly cared what she looked like when she ate like her life depended on it. Madeleine hated feeling hungry.

“Do you think he’s cute?” Carla subtly nudged her head to the guy making pizza’s by the front door. Madeleine paused mid-chew, seeing the sweaty bald guy. She narrowed her eyes and swallowed her bite, “Hm. I-I’m not sure. Not my type, I think.”

“Well, not for you.” Carla smiled, “but for me?”

“Look, Carla,” Madeleine chuckled, “you should just go for it.”

“What about you, by the way?” Carla took a sip of her red wine while Madeleine wisely chose some sparkling water to not get too blind drunk tonight.

Madeleine leaned back in her chair as she finished her plate, “Me?” She questioned, “Oh, I don’t know.”

“You’re single, aren’t you?”

“What gave me away?” Madeleine sarcastically asked, rolling her eyes. Carla chuckled, “Well, if I’m honest, someone told me you used to be engaged and that you’re not anymore.”

“Someone told you?” Madeleine frowned, “Let me guess, Valery did?”

Carla lowered her eyes and shrugged again, “Maybe.”

“She’s such a gossip.” Madeleine exhaled, “But yeah, it’s true. Good to know she’s hanging my dirty laundry out for the entire office.” She had a bitter tone to her voice and Carla shook her head, “It wasn’t like that. You know what our office is like, everyone knows everything. And besides, she said the rock from your finger disappeared.”

Madeleine rolled her eyes again, feeling a little aggravated, “You know, I don’t really want to talk about it.” The silence quickly felt awkward and Madeleine reached for her glass, keeping her eyes low.

“Right.” Carla mumbled, “Okay, I’m sorry. I-I guess I just wanted to know if you’re looking as well.”

Madeleine cleared her throat, “Not really, no.”

“Okay, that’s fine.”

Madeleine forced a smile and nodded, “Mhm.”

Carla tapped her fingers on the table, “Do you still wanna go out?”

Madeleine felt the burn in her chest at the mention of her separation, and she wondered if she should give into her urges and cry herself to sleep at home by herself, or if she should attempt to leave her sour mood behind and have a fun night.

She took a deep breath and exhaled, “Yeah.” She nodded, smiling slightly, “could be fun.”

“Yay!” Carla excitedly squealed, “Okay, I think there’s a great club not too far from here. How are the feet?”

“Painful.” Madeleine chuckled. She had been sitting for a while so it was fine now, but she knew the second she’d get up she’d feel stabbing pains once more, “I’m gonna need some booze.”

Carla’s grin grew and they paid for their dinner before going on their way. They walked arm in arm through the streets, giggling a little bit. Carla couldn’t help but rate every guy they passed by on the street.

“Oh,” she gasped, looking over her shoulder, “that was definitely a nine.”

“Oh my god, Carla.” Madeleine giggled, shaking her head, “You’re horrible. Imagine if someone rated us based on their looks? I’d die.”

Carla rolled her eyes, “You’re hot as fuck, don’t give me that.”

Carla pulled her into the club she was talking about earlier and they went to the bar as a first order of business. Madeleine was glancing around and hardly realized that Carla ordered them more shots. “Carla.” Madeleine rolled her eyes but didn’t really protest when the glass of tequila got pushed in her hand. Carla grinned at her, “Bottoms up!” She cheered.

Madeleine giggled as she did so, drinking down the shot before ordering a beer. The alcohol quickly buzzed in her head and even if Madeleine hadn’t thought she would, she was actually letting go. Maybe she was drunker than she thought, and she found herself dancing like no one was watching.

With her arms up, she swung her hips from left to right to the beat of the music, bass bouncing off the walls. Madeleine had ditched her purse in one of the lockers along with her jacket, sweat quickly pearling at her hairline from the warm temperatures.

It was April in London, which meant weather was perking up but every day was a surprise. Basically, they got all four seasons every single day and Madeleine never really quite knew what to wear. Some days she arrived at the office, soaked through from the rain. Other days she was sweating because she put on too many layers. And on other days, she scooted her chair closer to the heating because she decided on a t-shirt when it was very clearly sweater weather.

She didn’t feel like she stood out too much in her all-black outfit. This wasn’t a stuffy after-work event, this was a club. 

“Maddie,” Carla drunkenly giggled, taking a hold of her arm. Madeleine opened her eyes to find a wide grinning Carla in front of her, “Hm?”

Carla tipped her head back to drink her vodka-lemon, “You know what would be crazy?”

“What?” Madeleine curiously asked and Carla bit her lip, “It would be so crazy if we… like, kissed.” She laughed.

Madeleine raised her brows, “Huh?”

“Yeah.” Carla shrugged, “You and me. You know, we’re drunk, we’re girls.” She shrugged it off as nothing and Madeleine breathed out a chuckle, “You want to kiss me?”

Carla took another sip and shook her head, “No, no, not like that! Just like…” She laughed again, “never mind.”

Madeleine awkwardly laughed along and nodded, “Right.”

“Oh, now that’s a hot guy.” Carla quickly changed the subject, her eyes zeroed in somewhere behind Madeleine. She turned around to see who Carla was talking about and frowned, “The smoker?” She questioned, eyes lingering on a guy in the small smoker’s booth the club had.

He stood by himself with a beer in front of him, cigarette dangling between his lips as he scrolled on his phone and leaned his elbows on the small table. His heel tapped along to the beat and Madeleine watched as his fingers took the cigarette from between his lips and he puffed out a cloud of smoke into the already hazy space.

“I bet you he’s so fit.” Carla exhaled and Madeleine puckered her lips, “I mean, yeah. He’s handsome.” She shrugged. He wore all black like her, even just a slightly similar outfit. Black slacks that flared a bit at the bottom, black dress shoes with a bit of a heel on them and a black button-up with rolled-up sleeves below his elbows. 

“I mean, the smoking’s a bit unattractive.” Madeleine admitted, turning back to face Carla, who gave her a deadpanned look, “You smoke.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

Madeleine frowned and held up her finger, “Attempting to quit.” She corrected.

“For like the billionth time.” Carla rolled her eyes and Madeleine huffed, “It’s not easy, okay. And I haven’t smoked once tonight, have I?”

“Oh, look, he’s coming here.” Carla’s eyes widened and Madeleine smiled in amusement when her friend very clearly tried to dance sultrily as the guy was headed their way.

Cameron had to admit he wasn’t really looking at his surroundings. His brain felt thick from being in the tiny cabin to smoke, and he damned himself for not just going outside. His clothes would reek for weeks and it hurt his throat to be in there. He only smoked when he was drunk.

Cameron wasn’t completely sure how he ended up here. Alone. Today had been a long day and Fridays were usually the nights he spent with Beth. He rolled his eyes when he lost the bet to himself - which was attempting to not think about Beth for longer than five minutes. He failed, as he usually did.

He always got nostalgic when he had too much to drink. The friend he went to dinner with left afterwards to go home to his girlfriend, but Cameron wasn’t ready to go home yet. At home, he was just alone. He might as well be alone in a club and attempt to make something out of his night.

“Hi.” A girl stepped in front of him and he blinked twice, attempting to focus on her, “Hi.” He mumbled back. The music was loud in here, and Cameron was actually on his way out.

The girl was a bit shorter than him. Her hair was auburn-shaded and laid in subtle waves over her shoulders, cascading down her back. Her white blouse had a pink stain on it, and Cameron suspected she must’ve had some pink wine earlier which was the culprit for the stain.

The girl bit her lip and batted her lashes, giggling at him, “I- uh… wow, this is embarrassing. I saw you smoking right there,” she pointed to the smoking area he just left, “and I just have to say you’re so hot.”

Cameron’s brows raised at the blunt flirting, and he felt slightly alarmed and unsure of how to react. “Oh.” He exhaled, curling his lips inside of his mouth and running a hand through his hair, “Well - thanks.” He settled on saying, feeling as someone bumped into him from behind in the crowded room.

The girl giggled again, “I’m Carla, by the way.” She held out her hand and Cameron shook it with little enthusiasm before Carla turned to the side, “And this is my friend.” She tapped another girl on the shoulder, who briskly turned around.

The girl politely smiled at him, “Maddie.” She introduced himself.

Cameron couldn’t explain it. It was like he lost all breath in his lungs, staring at her. It was also like she moved in slow-motion - which Cameron knew was impossible. It was also impossible that the music died down and that he could hear his heartbeat in his ears so clearly.

His skin felt hot when Madeleine stared up at him. She glanced at Carla for a second, as if wondering why Cameron was just staring and not saying anything, and eventually he snapped out of it, clearing his throat, “Hi. Nice to meet you.” He held out his hand for Madeleine and she shook it, “What’s your name?”

Cameron pressed his lips together and took just a split second to decide how he was going to do this. And of course, his idiot brain made the wrong decision but it was already too late to back out, “Chris.” He smiled.

“Chris.” Madeleine nodded, “Nice to meet you too.”

Cameron’s cheeks felt hot when she addressed him as Chris. He didn’t know why it was the first name he thought of. He hated that name. He could’ve chosen something so much cooler. 

But tonight, he was someone else. He was escaping, he was not Cameron who had a miserable life. He was Chris. And he could be whoever he wanted to be. Madeleine didn’t know him. She wouldn’t ask questions.

Cameron had to admit he forgot the other girl was there too, who bumped into his arm, “Do you want a drink, Chris?” Carla questioned. Cameron raised his brows and glanced to the side, “Uh - yeah, sure. Beer, please.”

Carla and Maddie seemed to have a silent conversation with just their eyes and Maddie eventually forced a smile, “I’ll go get us drinks.” She turned around to leave the two by themselves and get in line at the bar and Cameron frowned, stepping behind her, “I’ll come with you.”

Madeleine’s brows raised and she glanced behind Cameron to see Carla, whose jaw was on the floor at the clear rejection. Madeleine felt Cameron’s hands on her hips from behind to nudge her forward towards the bar, and she helplessly shuffled along. 

Cameron stood behind Maddie, scooting along with her towards the crowded bar, “What do you drink, Maddie?” He questioned once they reached. Madeleine held up her almost empty bottle of beer, “Also beer, please. And I think Carla likes vodka with a soda.”

Cameron winced under his breath, knowing it was a pricey drink. But he forced a smile and ordered two beers and a vodka-orange. Madeleine was unsure of what to do. She could feel Cameron’s eyes on her - who she thought was named Chris - and she felt torn, because of Carla’s clear interest in him. 

So Madeleine quickly made her way back to Carla, Cameron walking behind her. He handed Carla her drink and she started some small talk with him. But Cameron was hardly listening. His eyes were drawn to Maddie, who danced as he talked to her friend.

Her brown hair flew around, pulled up into a high ponytail. Maddie didn’t really notice, but whenever she turned, she flicked her hair in someone’s face. But her eyes were closed as she danced to the song, not realizing one bit that she received some harsh glares.

Her nails were painted a dark cherry red and she wore minimal jewelry. Just a simple gold necklace that contrasted against the jet black of her t-shirt.

“So after I dumped my last boyfriend,” Carla’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and Cameron blinked, hearing Carla speaking into his ear, “I just thought I’d take some time to myself, you know? Like really get to know me.”

“Hm.” Cameron nodded with little enthusiasm, but apparently it spurred Carla on to continue, “Like know who I am, who Carla is. So I changed jobs too and it’s just so much more my vibe. Like just positivity, which is exactly what I was looking f-”

“Maddie, do you smoke?” Cameron interrupted Carla, stepping up to Madeleine again, who opened her eyes at the sudden interruption of her dancing, “What?”

Cameron mimicked smoking with his fingers, “Do you smoke?”

Madeleine flicked her eyes to Carla, who glared at Cameron. Madeleine swallowed, “Trying to quit.” She admitted.

Cameron pouted and Maddie’s eyes dropped to his lips for a split second, but Cameron had noticed, smirking slightly, “Wanna share a final cigarette, maybe? ‘M trying to quit too.”

Madeleine exhaled a short breath and shot him a small smile, “Can you give me one second?” She gestured to Carla and Cameron nodded, “Sure.” He watched as Maddie approached her friend.

“Carla,” Madeleine sheepishly touched her friend’s arms and Carla shot her a deadpanned look, “Seriously? You said he was unattractive.”

Madeleine rolled her eyes, “I said his smoking was unattractive. Look, just say the word and I’ll tell him no.”

Carla nibbled her lip, stubbornly avoiding eye-contact with Madeleine until sighing out, “No, it’s fine.” She shrugged, “You should go for it, I’ll find someone else.”

“Are you sure?” Madeleine checked, tilting her head to the side and Carla nodded, “Yeah, yeah. Go get laid.”

Madeleine snorted, shaking her head in amusement. There was no telling how the evening was going to play out. She only knew Chris’ name so far and hadn’t even had a conversation with him. Carla was already imagining Madeleine in his bed, which was a billion steps too far.

Madeleine turned around to face Cameron, “Smoke?” She checked.

Cameron chuckled, nodding, “Yeah. Outside or the little smoking booth?”

“Outside, maybe.” Madeleine suggested and Cameron hummed, “Cool, let’s go.” He placed his hand on Maddie’s lower back to guide her outside, not giving her friend another glance. His hand slipped to her hip, giving a gentle squeeze as the pair made their way outside. Madeleine felt hot from the touches, knowing that Cameron so blatantly made his interest known to her.

Madeleine easily leaned against the brick wall outside as Cameron pulled out a packet of cigarettes out of the pocket of his pants, “Want one or share one?”

“Seeing as it’s my final cigarette ever…” Madeleine puckered her lips in thought, “I’m gonna go for one all to myself.”

Cameron chuckled, giving her one and picking one out for himself. He stood close to Maddie, lighting up hers and then his as they smoked. 

“So why do you have to quit smoking?” Cameron questioned. Madeleine nibbled her lip, staring at the lit-up cigarette, “Unhealthy and very expensive habit.” She shortly explained, “I’ve been wanting to quit for a long time but it never works.”

“Maybe this time it’s a charm.” Cameron smiled, holding out his free hand and holding out his pink, “Should we swear on it?”

“Final cigarette ever?” Madeleine joked, nodding before she linked her pink to his and Cameron gave a squeeze, “Final cigarette ever.”

“Do you smoke a lot?” Madeleine asked and Cameron shrugged, “Only when I’m a bit drunk.”

Madeleine hummed and they smoked in silence for a bit before she took another drag, “You sort of broke my friend’s heart in there.”

Cameron huffed out a breathy chuckle and shrugged again, “Can’t help that I’m way more attracted to you.”

Madeleine’s cheeks pinked at how blunt he was and she fought her small smile. Since Connor, she had hardly received any attention. Her best friend constantly tried to set her up on dates ever since they broke up but Madeleine had declined every offer up until now. 

“Maybe this is the point where you tell me you’re attracted to me too.” Cameron teased and Madeleine bit her lip, “Chris, I don’t even know you.” She chuckled.

Cameron’s ears turned pink at the mention of the fake name he gave her. Part of him wanted to come clean, but how would he do that after all this time. He avoided her gaze a bit as his mind spun, very unprepared for any questions Maddie might have for him. He cleared his throat, “What do you want to know?”

Madeleine shrugged, “Just like… what you do for a living?”

Cameron’s hand shook a bit, “I’m - uh… I’m CEO at a company.”

“Really?” Madeleine’s brows raised, “That’s impressive. How did you do that, you seem young?”

I don’t know, Cameron wanted to say. He instead smiled and waved it away, “Stop it, you’re flirting.” He changed the subject and Madeleine giggled, shaking her head before she blew out the smoke in her mouth, “So CEO, hm? What sort of company?”

Cameron scratched the back of his neck, “Uh - like developed something in the pharmaceutical industry.” He lied, “A sort of software.”

He was lucky that it wasn’t anything Madeleine was familiar with. She felt a little dumb and very lost at Chris’ words and just nodded, “Wow.” She settled on saying. Chris’ wealth and job dwarfed her completely, and she dreaded the follow-up question.

“What about you?” Cameron asked, flicking his dark green eyes to Maddie, who shyly looked down, “I’m just a production assistant.”

“That sounds cool.” He nodded and Madeleine nibbled her lip, “It’s - uh… yeah, I like it. I did media studies and it’s definitely a job I can grow in. We shoot commercials mostly.”

Cameron nodded again and killed his cigarette right before Madeleine did the same thing. “So, Maddie…” He exhaled, pushing himself off of the wall to stand in front of her, sort of caging Madeleine between himself and the brick wall. She stared up at him, deep blue eyes meeting green and Cameron licked his lip, “think you know enough about me now to let me kiss you?”

Madeleine’s smile dropped a bit as she stared at him in shock. Madeleine had to admit she had been out of the game for a bit, but she had no idea that this was flirting these days. Or dating. It was all so… blunt and bold. And unromantic. 

She studied his face for a bit, seeing the stubble on his jaw, the dimple in his cheek, the crinkles by his eyes. Chris was gorgeous. And maybe it was time for Madeleine to be more spontaneous, like everyone around her almost begged her to be.

So she took a breath and sent him a smile, “You’re bold, Chris.” She teased, “But I’m thinking yes.” She hardly gave him time, pushing up her toes to press her lips to his.

Cameron felt surprised, needing a second to respond and kiss her back. He exhaled through his nose, melting into Maddie and dipping his head when she leaned back down. Maddie’s hands cupped around his cheeks and he immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, feeling her shape. 

Maddie arched, tasting the mixture of tobacco and alcohol on his lips. Chris’ hands seemed to know her body blindly, his fingers cinching in her waist and holding her ribs as she linked her hands in the back of his neck to pull herself up to him. 

Their initial kiss was hot and heavy, but both seemed to slow down a little after that. Madeleine numbly fell into the wall behind her a few seconds later, Cameron easily following her. One of his hands stayed on her waist, the other traveled up to brush the hair away from her shoulder before cupping her jaw.

Madeleine’s eyes fluttered as the kiss turned gentle and passionate. She felt Chris’ tongue pressing against her bottom lip and she opened up, tilting her head to the side. Her hands held onto his sides as their tongues found one another.

The soft whimper she exhaled made Cameron’s dick throb in his pants, and he hummed back while snogging this stranger. Maddie was a good kisser, he definitely had to admit that. And she was quite fun and witty. She was interesting, and as for her looks, she was his type. Sophisticated yet looking fresh and not overdone. Maddie was classy in an effortless way.

And Madeleine felt happy with her decision to kiss him earlier. Even if this was all new to her, this kiss was just… phenomenal. She felt like she was ascending into heaven. Chris was skilled and had her in the palm of his hand, but Madeleine could hardly care. She let him take the lead, his tongue roaming her mouth while her fingers fisted the fabric of his shirt. 

They had to pull back for air at one point, their lips swollen als spit-slicked as they both panted out. Cameron stroked his thumb over her cheekbone, feeling how Maddie pressed another kiss to his jaw before they opened their eyes and burst out into a chuckle.

“You’re a good kisser.” Madeleine softly admitted, her eyes dropping to his lips.

Cameron wanted more. He wanted so much more. He nibbled his lip as he smiled, “So are you.” He flirted back. Fuck, he had no idea how to do this. Not with someone like her. 

Maddie relaxed against the wall and ran a hand through her hair, “So - Chris…” She cringed at herself before licking her bottom lip, “d-do you live close by?”

Cameron raised his brows as Maddie blushed slightly. He fought his smirk because he didn’t even have to think about it anymore. He didn’t have to think about how he was subtly going to ask her to come back home with him to continue their night and explore their attraction for one another. Not when she was the one to do it.

He pursed his lips softly before nodding, “As a matter of fact, I do. Walking distance.”

Madeleine smiled back, “Also walking distance for someone who’s feet are killing them and who can hardly stand anymore because they decided to wear heels this morning?”

He burst out into a chuckle, shaking his head. His hand was still on her waist and he gave a soft squeeze, tickling her in the process and Madeleine giggled a bit at the touch. Cameron gave her a lopsided grin, “It’s two blocks away.” He shrugged, “We could - uh, we could also take a cab.”

The conversation was innocent, the meaning behind it wasn’t. Madeleine shortly nodded and cleared her throat, “Yeah, sounds good.”

They stared at each other for a bit until he took a breath, “Considering your sore feet… should we leave now or do you want to dance some more?” Ball in her court again.

Maddie puffed out a short breath, smoothing her fingers over the wrinkles in his shirt she created by grabbing the fabric too hard before, “Considering I can hardly hold my weight anymore right now, I’d say we could leave now.” She carefully spoke.

Her feet weren’t fine, not by a long run. But Madeleine knew she could keep going if she wanted to. The pain would subside, or she’d make herself forget about it with alcohol. What she couldn’t even attempt to forget about, was the stickiness between her thighs. She was turned-on from that stupid kiss and she already knew her friends were going to be so proud of her for having a spontaneous one night stand.

She was already this far and she was horny and in need of sex, so why not with Chris? Why not let this stranger soothe that ache and then they’d both be on their way again, never to see each other.

“Alright.” Chris smiled, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.” Madeleine breathed, pushing herself off of the wall, “Oh - wait, I have to find Carla first.” She turned a soft pink, embarrassed about almost forgetting her friend just like that. 

Cameron pressed his lips together and nodded, “Okay. Should I just wait out front for you?”

“Yeah, okay.” Maddie nodded, smoothing out her clothes, “Don’t you need to say goodbye to your friends?”

Cameron shook his head, “They already left.” It was only half a lie. He didn’t want to give Maddie the impression he had been here by himself all night like a fucking creep. She shot him a small nod and then went back inside to say goodbye to Carla.

Madeleine felt guilty about ditching her friend for sex - even though she knew Carla would be proud of her and maybe a little jealous because Chris seemed to favor Maddie over Carla. But when she approached Carla, her brows raised because she had her tongue down some guy’s throat and his hands were on her ass.

Maddie cleared her throat over the loud music and awkwardly tapped her friend’s shoulder, “Carla.” She tried. Carla pulled back from her kisser with a smack and dazed eyes, “Oh - Maddie!” She grinned. Madeleine smiled back, “I’m - uh, I’m going home.”

Carla tilted her head to the side with a knowing smirk, “Alone?”

“No.” Madeleine mumbled with pink cheeks and Carla chuckled, “Go, have fun. Share your location, yeah? Be safe. I’ll see you monday.”

Madeleine smiled, “You too! See you monday.” And then she headed back to see Chris - sincerely hoping he hadn’t ditched her or that he had taken off by himself. Madeleine found herself pleasantly surprised to find him outside like he said he’d be, his fingers opening up the carton of cigarettes in his hand.

“Nu-uh,” Madeleine shook her head, approaching him, “thought we smoked our last one together?”

Chris raised his brows and then flicked his eyes to the cigarettes, “Shit,” he chuckled, “yeah, you’re right. Honestly just a habit.”

Madeleine chuckled and Cameron nibbled his lip, “I should just throw them out, so then I won’t be tempted.”

They started walking and Madeleine glanced at the cigarettes, “Would you really be so tempted knowing they’re in your house somewhere?”

“Yeah.” He admitted, “I actually would.”

“How long have you been a smoker?” Madeleine felt a bit stupid starting up a conversation about that subject, but the walk was cold and silent and she wanted to keep the mood going a bit.

She didn’t realize Cameron cringed at her question though. Because he remembered he started smoking with Beth for fun when they met, and it turned into a serious addiction before they well and truly realized it. It used to be something they did on occasion or with a drink until it wasn’t. Beth swore of smoking when she got pregnant and ever since then, Cameron smoked on his own outside to deal with the stress of whatever was going on inside the house.

“Uh - couple of years.” He settled on saying, the lie easily rolling off his tongue, “You?”

“Like ten years, if I’m honest. Time flies.” Maddie muttered. Cameron dropped his gaze as they walked side by side, “It does.”

They fell into the silence Madeleine attempted so hard to avoid. She glanced to her side to see Chris with his eyes low and clearly in his head. So Maddie softly cleared her throat, “It’s a bit chilly, isn’t it? Have you lived in London for long? I can sense a different accent.”

He snapped out of it a bit and offered her a small smile, walking a bit closer and wrapping an arm around her shoulders after her subtle hint of being cold, “I’m originally from up North.” Cameron vaguely responded, “You?”

“Always been a London-girl, but grew up in the suburbs.” She explained.

“You feeling a bit warmer?” He checked, squeezing her shoulder a bit, “We’re almost there.” Cameron almost wished he could speed up the walk and cut their conversation short. He was a bad liar and with each passing second or question Maddie asked, it upped his chance of saying the wrong thing and cutting it short.

He was in too deep now to come clean to her so this was just something he had to do. Just once. Just see what it was like to be spontaneous, to just take the leap. To walk up to a girl, ask to kiss her and then ask to take her home.

“Here it is.” Cameron warily spoke, eyeing the building he had been in earlier today. He felt the pink of shame on his cheeks when he pulled out the key he received from his client and opened up the front door.

Straightaway, Madeleine felt impressed. It wasn’t any regular building, but it was very fancy and clean even in the huge hallway downstairs. “Wow.” Maddie muttered, her eyes staring at herself in the large mirror. 

Before Maddie could even think to look for Cameron’s name on the list of tenants, he grabbed her chin and pulled her in for a kiss. Maddie squeaked in surprise, falling into Chris as their lips locked and her eyes fluttered.

With their lips attached, Cameron opened up the door to waddle to the elevator together, tongues tangled and Maddie’s hands in his chestnut locks. He had a hand on her ass while pressing the buttons of the elevator, once more keeping her back to the list of names of whoever owned an apartment here.

Cameron took her up to the seventh floor of the building. An apartment that belonged to Simon Olsen. An actual CEO who needed his apartment to be repainted while he was on a business trip. Enter Cameron, who had been spending his days here with the key he received, mister Olsen trusting him with his apartment and the security system so he could come in and leave whenever he pleased.

Cameron was sure Mr. Olsen hadn’t given him the key to bring girls here for a fuck. 

But Cameron couldn’t care right now, not when Maddie practically climbed up on him, pushing her tits into his chest and tightly locking her arms around his shoulders. Her kisses grew needier, whimpers escaping her throat. Cameron smirked against Maddie’s lips, using his hips to push her out of the elevator and into the apartment.

“Just a second, baby.” He pulled back, too drunk on lust to even realize the pet name he blurted out. Madeleine hadn’t even heard. She latched her lips onto Chris’ neck as he turned his head and used his hand to disable the alarm. The apartment they were in was dark, but the city lights from below lit it up a bit through the gigantic windows that completely covered one side.

Chris moaned as he grabbed her throat, tilting Madeleine’s head back to kiss her again. And the tone was set for the both of them. Gone were the casual questions and gone was the polite or hesitant attitude. They were both after one thing, and it was sex and an orgasm.

“Bedroom?” Maddie panted as Cameron cupped her ass over the pants she wore. He blinked once, feeling a clench in his stomach when he realized he’d have sex in another guy’s bed. Not to mention the family pictures he had hung back up himself of mister Olsen and his son after Cameron had repainted the room.

“Can’t.” He lied, kissing below her ear, “Getting it repainted.”

Maddie quickly shrugged off her coat, “Oh. So where do you sleep?”

Cameron pressed his lips together, “Couch.”

She turned her head to see the couch behind her, and Cameron followed her gaze. His throat dried out seeing the crisp white couch, and he couldn’t imagine having sex on that and possibly leaving a stain. So before Maddie could even suggest that, he nudged her back against the dining table, “Want you here.” He breathed, “I can’t wait.”

Madeleine moaned softly at the despair in his tone, her palms bracing herself on the wooden table behind her. Chris leaned over her, making her arch as he kissed her again.

His tongue was salacious as it slipped inside her mouth, and Madeleine gasped when he pushed his hips forward and his crotch brushed into her hip. She felt him hard and solid in his pants, a soft groan escaping Chris’ lips as he grinded a bit.

“Fuck.” He panted, quickly yanking on Maddie’s thighs to set her down on the table. It lifted her up a bit, making their difference in height easier and for their centers to line up more. Something Cameron took advantage of, stepping in between Maddie’s thighs to grind between her legs once he pulled her to the edge of the table.

Madeleine’s brain spun when Chris completely wrapped her up. His hands moved underneath her shirt, pulling it out of her pants and she arched more, a shudder running down her spine when his fingers trailed over her back.

Once they pulled back for air, Cameron tugged the shirt over her head to leave her in her bra. Maddie felt goosebumps on her skin from being exposed suddenly, just the dim lights of the lit up kitchen and the street lights illuminated her, but Cameron could see the deep brown of her gaze and the way she stared up at him.

He softly kissed her lips, his hands cupping her rib cages before his vision dropped to her chest. He exhaled a hardly audible grunt, but Madeleine had heard and arched more before taking a hold of Chris’ hand and urging him to touch her breast over her bra.

Cameron exhaled, hovering his lips over Maddie’s as he palmed her breasts with both hands, eyes dropping to where he touched her. Maddie allowed him more room, laying down on her back on the wooden table. She stared up at the ceiling while Cameron let his eyes roam the length of her body. She had some freckles on her chest and a small scar next to her belly button. Her skin was smooth and soft.

He couldn’t stop himself before he leaned down to kiss her collarbone, sponging wet kisses over Maddie’s skin. Her hips bucked into nothing with a whimper, fingers curling over the edges of the table she laid on.

Madeleine could hardly believe herself. Here she was, laying flat on a fucking table with a guy kissing down her body. A guy she didn’t know an hour ago. A guy she knew nothing of, besides that he was from up North, and that he had a job she hardly remembered.

But right now, all she could focus on were his lips. He kissed over her breast, hands still kneading her tits in his palms before he slipped his fingers down her sides to slide down her legs. His lips followed, lowering towards her belly button. 

Madeleine panted out, her eyes fluttering as his scruff tickled her skin but she shuddered in delight at the same time. Cameron blindly reached for the zippers of her boots and they thudded on the hardwood floors of the quiet living room. He tasted Maddie’s skin, nipping and kissing and even sucking around her tummy. He left a love bite on her ribs and tapped her thighs, silently urging her to lift her hips so he could take off her pants. 

Light gray cotton underwear came into view as he did so, the pants joining her boots on the floor of mister Olsen’s apartment. His hands split Maddie’s thighs and he groaned at the wet patch in her panties, knowing they were damp with her arousal and she was just as horny as he was.

He couldn’t wait, craving so badly to feel her more. His hand had a mind of its own, slipping into her underwear.

Madeleine’s eyes shot open and she gasped, clenching her thighs on instinct when he touched her sensitive clit. “Oh!” Madeleine whimpered, her eyes closing and her knuckles turning white around the edges of the table. 

“Fucking hell.” Cameron grunted, the slickness of Maddie’s arousal covering his fingertips as he ran his digits up and down her slit and drew circles on her clit. She jolted and jerked in sensitivity, moaning out. It all happened so fast, Madeleine hardly had time to wrap her head around it all when Chris slipped his fingers lower. 

Madeleine fought for a breath when she felt his cold fingertips prodding around the scorching heat between her thighs, covering his digits in her arousal that she couldn’t hide for the life of her. Cameron didn’t mind. Not at all. If anything, it boosted his ego tremendously that he got her so wet with just some heavy kissing. They wanted the same thing, and he was just as horny as she was.

“Chris…” Maddie moaned shakily, her eyes rolling back as he pushed a finger inside of her. Madeleine bit her lip, greedily parting her thighs wider as she squirmed on the table, legs spread around his thighs. Cameron moaned back, kissing her neck and down her chest. He tugged one of the bra cups down to lick her nipple and Maddie squeaked out in delight of the sensitive touch. God, it had been so long since she had been touched like this.

Maybe her friends were right, maybe this was what she needed. Meaningless sex to blank her mind. No strings attached.

His finger pumped steadily for a bit before he added a second, stretching her a bit more. He curled, searching for the spot that would make her clench and squirm, and he did so a few thrusts later. Maddie sucked in a sharp gasp, her legs tensing more when Chris tapped into her g-spot, making her see stars, “Oh my god.” Madeleine whimpered, “Oh god.”

“Such a fucking wet pussy.” Cameron whispered, sucking her nipple into his mouth with a hum before he exposed her other breast too, switching sides. Madeleine found the strength in her arms, running her fingers through his dark hair as he fingered her expertly.

Her hips jolted and stuttered when he sped up the pace, the heel of his palm constantly rubbing into her clit, “Am I gonna get you off, Maddie?” He licked her sternum, then gave a harsh kiss to the dip of her throat, “Hm?”

“Yes.” Her voice sounded watery and Cameron’s cock jumped at the tone of her voice, “Yeah?”

“Yes!” She mewled as her lips parted and she tightly fisted his hair, “Oh, Jesus… J-Just a little m-” Maddie cut herself up with a heavy gasp, her eyes opening as Chris’ fingers pulled her over the edge and into a mindblowing orgasm. 

His lips parted at the sight of her face when she came. Maddie’s eyes rolled back and the vein in her neck pulsed before she started convulsing and shaking. She pressed her lips together to keep down the whining moans as Cameron slowed the thrusts of his fingers before gently pulling out, “Holy shit.” He cursed, taking Maddie in a deep kiss as her thighs jittered in the aftermath. 

She felt dizzy from the orgasm and the heavy kissing, “Thank you.” She whimpered against Chris’ lips, a lazy and fulfilled smile on her lips and Chris hummed, kissing her top lip, “Yeah? You needed that, hm?”

“Yes.” Madeleine admitted, feeling his lips kiss around her throat again, “What else do you need?” He whispered. His hands grabbed her hips, steadying her a bit as he grinded against her. His pants strained but he allowed Maddie the comedown for a moment.

Madeleine’s eyes fluttered as she squirmed on the table, “You.” She rasped, “I need you to fuck me.”

“Fuck.” Cameron lowly moaned, pressing a long kiss below her ear, “Your wish is my command.” He straightened up, staring down at Maddie who laid sprawled out on the dinner table of mr. Olsen’s apartment. Her bra cups tugged down, her panties wet, her cheeks pink. She looked so erotic, Cameron pressed his palm to his crotch with a soft grunt to relieve himself a little bit. 

His eyes caught hers and Cameron almost felt a lump in his throat. Guilt, because he was lying to her and using her. And so he grabbed Maddie’s hands to pull her up to a seated position before yanking her from the table and spinning her around to leave her breathless.

Madeleine’s palms smacked into the wooden table, bracing herself as Chris pressed a hand between her shoulder blades to urge her down. Her cheeks burned at the compromised position as Madeleine followed his urges to bend over the table, pushing her ass out.

Cameron grinded against her, exhaling a trembling breath as Maddie leaned on her elbows and arched her back. His hand brushed her hair to the side before fumbling with her bra clasp for a second, undoing it. Maddie did the rest, flinging the piece of clothing on the floor. She only wore underwear now whereas Cameron was fully clothed.

He gave himself a mental pat on the shoulder for putting a condom in his wallet earlier. It’d be very embarrassing if he had to run through this apartment half-naked in hopes that Mr. Olsen got laid every once in a while and had protection in his bedside drawers.

Madeleine stared at the interior of the apartment, waiting in anticipation for Chris’ next move. She couldn’t see him but her thighs quivered at the sound of the condom wrapping opening up. It was silent in the apartment apart from their breathing, and Madeleine swallowed thickly as she braced herself on the table.

His belt buckle was next, the clinging of it adding to how hot it all was as he opened up his pants. Madeleine couldn’t help but gasp when his length sprung free, slapping against the back of her thigh as Chris tugged down his pants just a bit to pull himself out. He sighed out in relief, pumping himself twice before rolling down the condom.

“Fuck - Maddie.” Cameron whispered when he pulled her panties to the side, exposing her wet cunt. The tip of his cock dragged through her slit, gathering up some of her creamy arousal and she trembled in delight. He bit his lip, his chest warming at just the sight of how ready she was for him. 

It made him feel arrogant and slightly unhinged, to the point he couldn’t stop himself from slapping her plump ass. Madeleine gasped and moaned, dropping her forehead a little at the feeling. Her pussy pulsed around nothing as he kept teasing her and she mewled, “God - Chris, please.”

“So polite.” He tutted, “Wondering how a girl like you can be so deprived.” He mused out loud. Maddie swallowed and pushed her ass back a little for more contact, which earned her another sharp slap in the same spot. She jerked at the feeling while Cameron stared at her red ass, his hand imprinted on her. God, he wanted to lick every inch of her skin, sink his teeth into her ass and leave hickeys wherever he could.

A shudder ran down his spine at the thought and he swallowed, clenching his teeth together while guiding himself inside of her. Maddie moaned out, tensing and arching as he filled her. He was big, and she was grateful for the prep she received from him before so she could take him. “Oh my god.” Madeleine whispered, “Fuck - shit.” The curses were endless as she panted and whimpered as he kept nudging inside of her, inch by inch.

He seemed fucking endless, and Cameron bit his lip as he intently stared at where he disappeared inside of her. Maddie’s walls clamped down around him, swallowing him deeper. She was so wet and warm it made him shake. 

“Hmm, fuck.” He groaned, “Feels good, hm?”

“S-So good.” Maddie squeaked. Cameron licked his lip, keeping a hand on her ass cheek as the other moved up to her shoulder. He gave her another gentle push, and Maddie obliged as she fully leaned her torso down on the cold table. Turning her head, her cheek met the smooth wooden surface and she panted out, seeing him towering behind her from the corner of her eye. 

The sight made her clench, and he smirked knowing she just needed to be thrown around tonight. With a hand on the back of her neck, he held her down as Maddie submissively brought both hands behind the small of her back with pink cheeks. Chris’ gaze shortly dropped to her wrists and he sighed shakily, “You’re a fucking dream.” With the last word, he sharply thrusted.

Madeleine’s eyes rolled back immediately as a jolt of pleasure surged through her. Even when he had searched for her g-spot a bit while fingering her, his cock was pressed right up against her spongy spot from the get-go. Chris started a rather slow pace to seize her reaction before he realized Maddie could very well take him, and he sped up.

The air got shoved out of Maddie’s lungs with each slam of his hips on her, balls slapping against the back of her thighs as he pounded her into the table. He grunted out in sync with her high-pitched moans, and Cameron flicked his eyes from the side of her face to where he was fucking into her. Her ass jiggled with each thrust and he dug his fingers into her behind to give himself a better view. 

Maddie’s legs trembled as he used her to bring both of them an insane amount of pleasure. She had never had sex like this, nor had she ever trusted someone like this after just meeting them. Chris could do whatever he wanted. Madeleine was immobilized on the table - voluntarily. 

“Oh, fuck.” She whimpered, “H-Harder.”

“You fucking whore.” Chris whispered in disbelief, shifting a bit on his feet to thrust sharper. Madeleine cried out at the new angle and he smirked, “Like that, hm? Are you gonna get wet on my cock?”

She didn’t respond, and Cameron gritted his teeth as he thrusted so hard the table scooted up. Maddie convulsed and her eyes opened sharply in surprise when a small wave of liquid squirted out of her. Chris moaned shakily, feeling Maddie’s orgasm gushing past his cock and he quickly pulled her up by her arms, folding her back in half. 

Madeleine could hardly keep up, Chris keeping her wrists together and slipping his other hand to her throat to keep her pulled up as he fucked her roughly. Her hips bruised and her head was cocked back from the grip he had on her. She couldn’t feel her legs and her orgasm seemed endless, and Maddie slumped a bit, grateful that Chris could keep her up.

He moaned into the back of her shoulder, “Fuck - I’m gonna cum.” He breathed, scooting her up again as his hips slapped flush against her and Maddie gasped. He let go of her hands and she immediately buckled forward, holding herself up when he grabbed her hips again, tugging her back into him as he groaned and grunted through his orgasm.

Cameron felt like he ascended into heaven. His eyes were screwed shut, and when he opened them he saw near blurry. Maddie was trembling, attempting to hold herself upright on the table but struggling. They were both panting out, and Cameron smoothed his hands over her ribs before gently pulling out, making Maddie whimper at the loss of contact.

“You okay?” He checked, catching his breath. It wasn’t necessarily the longest session, but he did manage to get her to orgasm twice, one even wet and squirting. 

Maddie swallowed, “Mhm. J-Just a little shaky.”

“Yeah.” Cameron exhaled, “I know, me too. Jesus Christ.”

He was gentle when putting her panties back in place to cover her up. He was still fully dressed with just his dick out of his pants while Madeleine was naked. “Can you stand?” He asked. She didn’t respond much but swayed a little when he let her go.

Cameron was quick in steadying her, “Wait - okay, I’ll get you to the couch.” He spoke, turning her around. Maddie’s face was flushed, her eyes vacant and her cheeks dry from the tears that had escaped her eyes from intensity. She swallowed as Chris cupped her cheeks and stroked her thumbs over her cheekbones before dipping his head for a kiss. She held onto his elbows as he surprised her, passionately and gently kissing her. 

Madeleine wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her breasts flattening against his clothed chest. Chris held her hips and then picked her up by her thighs. His condom-covered cock pressed into her thigh as he carried her to the couch while kissing. 

“I’m gonna go clean up quickly.” He spoke against her lips after setting her down on the stark white couch. Maddie sunk down into the cushion and nodded sleepily, “Okay.” She couldn’t care that she was mostly naked, needing a second to herself.

And Cameron planned on only giving her a second before she’d go snooping through the place and realize he wasn’t the owner at all. His legs felt weak and wobbly as he ran into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash his hands and face. He hoped that when he got back, Maddie would still be on the couch recovering and she wouldn’t have turned on any lights or go looking for his bedroom.

He zipped up his pants again and hurried back, finding her in the same position yet she felt a bit more awake. Madeleine attempted to cover herself up a bit as Chris reappeared, her eyes blinking at him. He forced her a small smile as he stood by the table, “Uh - need me to bring your clothes?”

Madeleine blushed stupidly, “Yes, please.” She breathed, holding her arms around her. Cameron nodded as he bent down, picking up the pieces of clothing and bringing them over to her before giving Maddie a bit of privacy to get dressed again.

Cameron nibbled his lip as he had his hands on his hips, his back to Maddie, “I actually have a super early morning tomorrow.” He lied, clearing his throat.

Madeleine stared at his back for a second, pausing with just one pant leg pulled up before she softly huffed and continued getting dressed, “Right.”

“Like - uh, meetings and stuff.” He breathed. Madeleine rolled her eyes as she zipped up her boots, “Chris, don’t worry. I’m leaving. You don’t have to kick me out.” Her voice sounded a little sharp and he pressed his lips together, knowing he was sort of fucking it up.

Cameron ran a hand through his hair, turning around to find Maddie fully dressed. She smoothed her hands over her clothes and straightened up, clearing her throat.

“I’ll walk you down.” Cameron muttered. Maddie wondered if this was what it was gonna be like for now. No matter how satisfying the sex was, this was horrible. He didn’t offer her a drink, or a place to stay, or even a little trip to the bathroom to clean herself up. Madeleine missed some romance, and her stomach felt tight when they both exited the apartment again.

It’s why she was extra surprised when Chris pulled her back in for a deep kiss once they were in the elevator. Madeleine’s eyes fluttered as she melted into him while the elevator took them back down. Her mind was spinning. She was tired, the alcohol was wearing off as was her confidence, and the one second Chris kicked her out while the other second, he had his tongue down her throat.

She squeaked in sensitivity when he cupped her ass, palming the skin over her pants where he had slapped her before. He groaned a little as she jerked from the touch, holding a hand on her ass and the other around her throat to gently keep her in place.

Maddie chased after him when Cameron pulled back, her gaze focussed on his wet lips. He swallowed as they broke apart again and he nudged her out of the elevator. Madeleine blinked as the cold air from the night hit her. She turned around to see Chris in the entryway of the apartment building, scratching the back of his neck, “Do I have to call a cab?” He softly asked.

Madeleine awkwardly stood there, unsure of what to make of his personality at this point. She pressed her lips together and shook her head, “No. It’s early enough that I can take the subway, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, okay.” He nodded. He forced her another small smile, “It was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Madeleine breathed before awkwardly waving, “Bye, Chris.”

“Bye.” He exhaled back before disappearing inside. 

Madeleine’s feet still killed her as she walked the streets, pulling out her phone to check for the closest subway station. She was still in her work attire, and it was over twelve hours since her shift ended and she was in desperate need of a shower and a good sleep.

She also decided - while walking towards the subway - that she’d agree to let her friend set her up. Liz and Micah had been begging Madeleine to let them set her up on multiple dates in the past, yet she always refused. She felt like she wasn’t ready and maybe she needed something lighter and easier than a serious relationship.

But if light and easy meant whatever tonight was, she didn’t want it. Madeleine craved closeness and proximity from her partner, not just sex. She wished she could be the one-night-stand kind of girl, but she simply wasn’t. The sex was incredible, but the tension afterwards just ruined it.

Meanwhile, Cameron was back in Mr. Olsen’s apartment to clean everything up and erase every trace of himself. He scrubbed the table he had fucked Maddie on and dusted off the couch a bit.

His work in this apartment was done, his project was finished. On Monday, Mr. Olsen returned to a freshly painted apartment and Cameron would move onto the next client who needed a painting job done. 

As instructed, Cameron left the key in the mailbox. Once outside, the sun was coming up. He checked his watch, knowing it was quite the drive towards his own place. His lip was between his teeth when Cameron hesitated taking out a cigarette, but he did so anyway. 

With the stick between his lips and a cloud of smoke trailing behind him, he walked in the direction of his van to sleep in his own bed for the night.

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Hi :))

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Hands Off

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Neal tries to ruin the night for Andy and Y/N but that only did the exact opposite.

Warnings: 18+, oral (male receiving)

MASTERLIST

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Y/N watched as the many different lawyers and their plus ones manoeuvred their way around the room of the lavish hotel that her lovely fiance’s employers decided to host one of their annual dinners.  Andy had left her side to get them another glass of champagne but got pulled into a conversation with his boss and another gentleman, leaving her on her own for a bit.

This was her third year of accompanying Andy to this event and how they manage to outdo themselves each year boggled her mind. She’d wave and make small talk to the people that she did know, Andy’s colleagues that were friendly and kind enough to even start up a conversation. However, Y/N always tried her best to steer clear of a particular individual, Neal Logiudice. 

“Y/N, you look more beautiful since the last time I saw you.” Y/N sighed beneath her breath before dragging her attention over to the man who managed to get on every last one of Andy’s nerves.

“Neal.”

From where Andy was standing, he had a direct view of his lady and the asshole of a coworker that he despises with every fibre of his being. He forced himself to focus on what his boss was going on about but he found himself tuning her off, his focus on his uneasy fiance and Neal who continued to make his advances. Andy’s fists clenched so tight at his sides that his nails were digging into the flesh of his palms, he’d draw blood soon if he kept that up.

“So Y/N, has Andy mentioned that he’s up for a potential promotion?"

"He hasn't but he did mention he had something to tell me so I guess that would've been it." Neal couldn't help but let his eyes roam the beautiful woman's curves that were on display for everyone to see, all thanks to the red dress she had on.

"How Andy managed to get you to go out with him still boggles my mind because you are so out of his league." Neal had inched closer to her and her nose turned up at the smell of liquor coming off of him. Y/N moved to take a step back, obviously uncomfortable about the direction this was headed, she didn't want to make a big scene out of Neal's drunken advances with everyone else in the hall space but Neal held her in place with a hand on her hip.

"Neal, you're drunk."

Andy was livid at this point, he quickly excused himself and made his way over to the asshole that had his grimy hands on his lady. Y/N was struggling to push the towering man away from her.

"Neal you need to back off before Andy-"

"You might want to listen to her Neal." The intoxicated man turned to face his colleague with his hand still on Y/N's hip. Andy wanted to rip his hand off his body and shove it down his throat for even laying a finger on her.

"Or what Barber? She could do so much better than you." Andy didn't plan on causing a scene tonight so he repeated himself again only to receive the same response from Neal, this time however, Neal shifted his hand to rest on the curve of her backside. Whatever restraint Andy had left snapped and he grabbed onto Neal's blazer and slammed him against the nearby wall, effectively gaining everyone's attention. 

"You don't put your hands on another man's woman you prick! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The vein in Andy’s neck felt like it was going to pop. He was about to clock Neal one when a few of their colleagues pulled him off the man.

"You stay the hell away from the both of us, you hear me!" Andy was beyond pissed off and Y/N tried her best to get him to calm down. 

"Andy let's go, Andy!" Andy threw a final glare at Neal's way, slipping his hand into hers before leaving the party. As soon as they stepped foot out into the cold night Andy stopped in his tracks.

"Hunnie?" 

"Fuck! This wasn't how I wanted tonight to go. I was going to tell you about the promotion and we'd celebrate afterwards but that son of a bitch just had to ruin it." This entire situation boiled his blood and all Y/N could do was reassure him that it's okay.

"The only thing I'm upset about tonight is the fact that you didn't mention that you were considered for a promotion." 

"I didn't want to get our hopes up but I had gotten the email confirming that I did just before we got here." Y/N pulled him closer to her by the lapels of his navy blue jacket and planted a sweet kiss onto his lips; his hands immediately finding her hips.

"Congratulations, you deserve it Mr. Barber." 

"Thank you sweetheart."

"I know tonight didn't go like you wanted but we're going to skip to the celebratory part of the night." Y/N dragged her hands down his chest and stomach until they reached the waist of his pants. Andy held onto her wrist before she could even venture any further as they were standing out in the open and anyone could walk out at any given moment.

"What are we still doing here Barber?" Y/N put on her best seductive tone of voice, innocently batting her eyes at the man who was eager to get them home.

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The front door slammed shut behind them the same time Y/N discarded her heels on the hardwood floor. Andy wasted no time in pressing her up against the wall, kissing her with so much passion and lust.

Andy tangled his hands in her hair and tugged on it eliciting a moan from her, using the small window of opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Y/N undid his belt, button and the fly of his trousers, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. She smirked at his reaction to her wrapping her hand around his cock as she gently stroked him a couple times.

Y/N bit down on his bottom lip as she slowly dropped down to her knees. Smiling up at her man, she pulled his pants and boxers down enough to free his cock that was already leaking precum from the pink tip. Andy brushed his thumb against her cheek, waiting for her to take him into her mouth. 

With both their eyes locked, Y/N licked the head of his cock and Andy threw his head back from the contact. She trailed her tongue along the prominent vein on the underside of his thick member before finally taking him into her mouth. 

Y/N held onto his thighs as she began to bob her head, sucking and hollowing her cheeks with her eyes still trained on his face. He was a man who packed length and girth so she fit as much as she could into her mouth and stroked what couldn't.

Her underwear was completely soaked through at this point from seeing her man get all protective back at the function and his teasing on the drive home to finally having her lips wrapped around his cock. Andy gathered her hair into a pony and began rocking his hips hitting the tip of his cock at the back of her throat.

Y/N let him take control as tonight was all about him. Drool ran from her mouth and down her chin and neck while she massaged his heavy balls, edging him closer to his release. He pulled out of her mouth with a pop.

"I need to come in you baby." 

"You will but I want you in my mouth first." His cock twitched in her hand as she continued to jerk him off. 

"Y/N-" Andy didn't know how much longer he could keep this going with his erratic breathing and eyes rolled back into his head.

Y/N swallowed around him and that tipped him over the edge. Andy held her in place as he came undone, shooting his load at the back of her throat. He pulled out and Y/N gladly swallowed his release, she had some on the corner of her lips and he used his thumb to get it into her mouth. He groaned again as she sucked on his finger, circling her skillful tongue around it.

Andy leaned down to capture her lips in another lustful kiss, helping her up to her feet.

"We're far from finished sweetheart." 

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Honorary tags:

@andy--barber @infatuatedjanes

[sugarushsuga]

In Your Own Words - CH. 15

Genre/Au's: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 7.904

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Cursing; FLUFF;

Tigering: Mentions car accident; mentions of broken leg; mentions of blood; heavy make-out (no smut tho)

Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

Author note: Once again sorry for the delay on the posting today. I’m already going to edit and schedule next week’s chapter then finish the last chapter of the fic, edit and schedule them all. I’m so excited!

This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.

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Sabrina calls you terrified, ready to leave Seokjin at the farm and get on the first bus home after reading the message you have sent her telling about Hoseok's accident. But you manage to convince her it wouldn't do any good. Your brother is out of danger, and she might as well enjoy the weekend with her boyfriend and visit him afterwards.

Lorena is perched awkwardly on the bed so as not to touch your brother's injuries. Hoseok is laughing at something she is saying. You watch the scene. Strange how a situation as bad as the accident can result in something good like their marriage.

"What are you laughing at?" You ask, tucking your phone into your jeans pocket.

“You have no idea how relieved I was when I woke up and saw this hardware around the leg. If it was plaster..." you laugh with him. You know what he is thinking. Hoseok continues telling the story to Lorena.

“I was about eight years old. I woke up in the hospital with a broken arm, and my father lectured me like that for going up on the roof after a Kite. Y/n had wrapped a towel around her arm, pretending it was a cast. Is it over there kept bothering the nurse, insisting that she needed a bed too. And she only calmed down when the doctor examined her and said that she was in very bad shape, and she needed to eat chocolate to heal."

"And I'll agreed really quickly," You agree, laughing.

“Then I was released, and we went back home, and the brat thought she had to take care of me. She brought me food, let me choose channels on the TV. It was irritating! I wanted to go out and play on the street, but I couldn't because of the cast, and I got pretty upset. Then, one afternoon, I slept on the couch and Y/n took some pretty colored markers... What in her definition were pink, purple, and blue..."

"And they were pretty!" You object.

"And made thousands of little flowers all over my cast, to cheer me up." Your brother completes. Lorena burst out laughing and shakes her head, looking at you.

"Hoseok didn't come out of the house for weeks," You teel her. "And in my defense, I want to make it clear that I was only six years old."

“She was annoying at that age, and she still is today. And she was so cute too small... Not that it's much different now. She was always beautiful" Hoseok mumbles awkwardly. "I couldn't stay mad at her for more than two days. I never did."

Someone knocks on the door. You get up with your heart racing, but it isn't Namjoon. It's the nurse with a tray of medication. She jabs the syringe in the rubber of the serum plugged into Hoseok and turns off the lights, leaving them on just the sconces next to the door. Lorena pulls one of the chairs closer to the bed, but your brother doesn't like it.

"There's a son of mine in there, babe girl. You can go stretch out on the couch. I'm fine."

"But Hoseok..."

"Please, Lorena, you need to take care of our baby."

A little annoyed, she settles herself on the couch, and, perhaps because of the flush of adrenaline earlier or due to the variation of the pregnancy hormones, falls asleep in ten minutes.

You take the chair next to Hoseok and looks for a comfortable position, keeping your eyes locked on the hospital bed, to make sure he keeps breathing. The leather creaks under you, and Hoseok shoots you several slanted as you try to straighten yourself out. You shift position, folding your legs underneath you.

“Oh, for God's sake!" groans your brother, stretching out his good arm for you to get closer. "Come closer, but I'll throw you away if you drool on me."

You rest your head on his healthy shoulder. "To drool, I'd need to sleep, which won't happen, since you snort like a pig." But you don't move, you just stay there, still, leaning against your brother.

A few minutes later, he strokes your hair. “Thanks for taking care of her,” he murmurs. "Lorena freaks out easily."

“Not without reason. You did the right thing, Hoseok. You will be very happy together."

"I know. I love this woman. And... love you too."

You lift your head, eyes widening. "Oh my God! I'll get the doctor. You must have hit it hard with the head to get all mellow like that."

"Don't be an ass!" But he is smiling.

“I love you too, Hoseok.” And you snuggle even closer to him.

Okay, your brother isn't an idiot all the time.

You keep your eyes closed and end up smiling when, moments later, his snoring fills the room. You try to wait for Namjoon to come back, but tiredness gets the better of you and, when you open your eyes again, it is already day. Your brother is kind of leaning on the bed, having oatmeal feed in his mouth.

“Finally, Y/n,” Grandma say, taking another spoonful and feeding your brother's mouth. "You still sleep like a baby, you haven't even woken up with Vladimir's shouting."

"Leave her be, grandma," Hoseok says with his mouth full. "Y/n slept badly on that chair."

"You need to stop trying to protect your sister from everything, Hoseok. She has to learn to walk alone."

"I'm not protecting," he objects, making a face that makes you laugh.

He is fine and, right after breakfast, he is taken in for further examinations, whose results are more than encouraging. The doctor assures that the worst has already passed and that you can breathe a sigh of relief.

You are a little disappointed that Namjoon didn't keep his promise, but also relieved. You could imagine how your grandmother would dissect it.

"Did you see the accident in the cards?" You ask grandma during lunch at the cafeteria.

"No. Lorena called telling me. It was dawn. We got here when your friend was leaving."

"Namjoon? He returned? Oh, damn it! And saw me drooling over Hoseok? Why didn’t he wake me up?"

“He said you needed to rest. Was worried to see you all crooked in the chair, but I didn't want to disturb you. Hoseok didn't want too either. I spoke a little with him. That Namjoon of yours is a good boy." She bites her sandwich.

Shocked, you swallow a bite of your sandwich at some cost. “He's not mine. What did you talk about?"

"About you." She runs a delicate hand over her pale green skirt, getting rid of crumbs. Her bracelets jingle like bells.

"About what exactly, Grandma?" Oh please, not about the sharpie story. Please!

“He was just worried. Told me how you were after you found out about the accident, that you hadn't eaten much and made me promise that I would make you eat when you wake up. And I'm keeping my promise. Eat, darling."

You hesitate, looking at your grandmother expectantly. "You didn't say anything to him about what you saw in the cards, did you?"

"Of course not." But you aren't so sure, since one of the corners of her lips lift slightly.

The day goes by and, when you find yourself, the night is already pouring out its shadows outside. It is a blessing to hear your brother complaining that he wants to take a real shower and begging to be taken to the bathroom. Grandma is patient and explains, like a zealous mother, that he can't not stand up yet and that he will have to use the urinal. She will spend the night with Hoseok, as well as Lorena, so you were let go.

"But I have nothing to do at home," You object.

"Yes, you have. To sleep. You look like a zombie, Y/n,” Hoseok scoffs. "That was close. But it takes more than a bus and a van to send me from this to the better on. Go home, little sister."

"But I can't leave! You scared me to death, and I thought that I would lose you and..."

“Don't start fresh now." But he smiles. "You do have your life, and I'm fine. Grandma Cecilia will make sure I don't get out of this bed."

"I'm really going, even if it's by force, boy!" She speaks from within the bathroom, where she finished preparing, under the indignant protests of the nurses, a poultice of herbs for Hoseok's wounds.

"See? Besides, you look more broken than I do. That chair doesn't look very comfortable. You grumbled most of the night."

"I don't care about that, Hoseok."

“But I do, and so does Namjoon. He was worried about you. You know, I've been thinking, and I've come to the conclusion that he's not a bad guy. Talked a little with him this morning."

Ah, every woman's dream: her whole family talking to the guy with whom she had an affair while she is unconscious.

"It's just like you to say he's a nice guy, now that we are not together anymore."

"Oh, wait. I never said he's cool. Said he's not bad."

You roll your eyes. Hoseok shakes your hand.

“But I'm serious, little sister. I like the way he cares for you. He wants to protect you, and that's what every big brother wants."

"What did you talk about?" You want to know.

“About the accident, basically. Don't worry, I didn't scare the guy. Now go home and give me some peace of mind. I don't like to see you broken like this."

"Okay, I'll go. But tomorrow I'll be back, and you better get better, or I'll bring some plastic flowers to decorate all these pins."

"Call me as soon as you set foot home."

"Okay." You lean over him and kissed him on the cheek. "Good night, Hoseok. Get well."

You tense muscles throb begging for rest as soon as you park the car in front of your building. You drag yourself up the stairs, feeling the last drops of adrenaline disappear and exhaustion overtake. Cursing Sabrina at every step for choosing a building without an elevator. You call Lorena's phone from there, letting her know you are at home, and is relieved to hear, in the background, Hoseok arguing with grandma for some reason.

You almost cry with relief as you cross the long, wide hallway of the third floor in search of door 332. Your house has never felt more cozy. You have the key in your hand when the door behind you opens.

“Hi,” Namjoon says.

He is all dressed up—or dressed up enough for him—in jeans and Star Wars black t-shirt. He doesn't seem to have gotten out of bed or be about to go lay.

"Are you going out?" You ask.

"More or less." He closes the door behind him, trapping Yeotan inside. "How is Hoseok?"

"Fine thank God. He took new exams. He should be released tomorrow."

He nods, approaching. “I went to the hospital yesterday after I got out of the magazine, but it was late, and you were asleep."

“I heard." You opened the door but does not enter.

"I thought about going over there today or calling you, but I didn't want to get into family's matters. Since you didn't call me, I figured everything was fine."

“It was."

"That's good, I'm happy." But he doesn’t look happy, he looks... about to explode for some reason. And, in a way, he does. "What did you want say, Y/n?" he asks, distressed.

"What did I want to say when?" You ask cautiously. You aren't sure the content of the conversation he had with your grandmother or with your brother. His question could have a thousand meanings.

"There." He takes a folded sheet of paper from his back pocket, handing it to you. It is your printed email. That last one. And the words “I'm sorry” bounce off the page. “What do you regret, Y/n? To have met me? Have kicked me? Playing cat and mouse? what did you want to say?"

You close your eyes and takes a deep breath. "Namjoon, I have so much to tell you, to explain, but I'm exhausted, I need a shower, something to eat and..."

“Alright, I wait."

And with that, he pushes you into the house. Closing the door, Namjoon picks up your bag, throws it on the coffee table, and continues pushing you towards the bathroom.

"You mean you're going to wait here?" You ask, horrified.

“It's past time we have this conversation. I know your day was exhausting and... scary, but I'm going crazy, Y/n. Go take your bath, I will wait here."

"But Namjoon..."

"Please, Y/n! For pity, charity, or whatever you want to call it, take your shower, eat something, but talk to me." He runs his hand through his hair, takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Frustrated. Very Frustrated. "I know the timing is bad, but I need to understand what's going on, or…I'll freak out. One minute you want me, the next you say no. Say one thing, but do another. I've never met anyone so…incoherent. I need you to explain this game to me. Please!"

"I take a long time in the shower."

“I'll wait as long as it takes."

"Probably the hot water will make me limp and I'll end up snoozing while we talk,” You warn, hoping he will back away, and you can have this chat when you are aware of everything that is going to come out of your mouth.

"I'll take that risk."

A bit annoyed, you grab a pair of pajamas from the bedroom and goes to the bathroom. About fifteen minutes later, you are showered, your hair dripping on your back and skin flushed from the heat of the water and feeling sore in several points. You find Namjoon on the couch, legs apart, elbows on knees, hands clasped, fingers drumming impatiently. He examines you from head to toe before shifting his eyes to his own hands.

"I made you something to eat." He indicates the plate on the coffee table.

You examine the dubious-looking food. The orange juice is easy to identify, and you think that one day those scorched squares covered in bright red goo were slices of bread. You get emotional. It is the first time he cooks for you.

"Thank you, it looks delicious." You sit down and grab some toast. It's a little bitter, but the raspberry jam disguises the taste well.

“I'm terrible in the kitchen. Sorry." He gives you a sad smile. “You don't need to eat it. Want me to order a pizza?"

“No. I want the toast." You take another bite.

No man had ever bothered to cook you a meal. You will eat what he offers you even if it tastes like cardboard. Finally, you understand why Bea tolerates Taehyung's culinary experiences with that smile glued to her face.

“You look very tired."

"And I am." You take a few sips of juice under his determined gaze and go for the second toast.

Namjoon lets out a long breath and stands up. “Sorry, I… wasn't thinking straight. I think I can wait some hours longer. People talk about..."

"Wait." You wipe you mouth on the back of your hand and drinks the rest of the juice before taking a deep breath, building up courage. "Stay with me."

The confusion and surprise on his face makes you blush.

"Do you want me to spend the night here with you?" he asks cautiously.

You nod, wringing your fingers frantically. "I don't want to be alone and... you... calm me down, I feel more..."

“No need to explain, Y/n. I'll stay."

You let out a long sigh of relief. "Thanks."

After an embarrassing moment, in which the silence is broken only by the sound of your breathing, he asks, indicating the plate in front of me: " You're done?"

"Yea."

He stretches out his arm. "So, come. Let's go to bed."

A tremor reverberates through your body, but you accept the extended hand. Namjoon helps you put the mattress on the bed after you make sure nothing else drips from the ceiling. Then he takes the bucket to the laundry area. Meanwhile, you change the sheets. He returns at the moment you are getting ready to stretch the duvet over the mattress.

"I'll do it," he offers quickly.

He fumbles a little, but he stretches the piece until it is smooth and perfectly positioned on the mattress. Then he lifts one of the corners for you to lie down on. Once you are settled, he covers you. Then Namjoon rounds the bed, takes off his shoes and glasses, placing them on the nightstand, turns off the light, and lays down next to you, facing you.

"Come here, Y/n." He pulls you closer, hugging you. You bury your nose on his neck, feeling his delicious aroma permeate you, the heat from his body warms your cold skin. Namjoon blows out a breath with force a mixture of tenderness and frustration, and it makes your chest ache.

“Sorry,” You mutter into his neck.

"Because? For being honest?"

“I wasn't honest, I was immature. I was furious with you and ended up talking the first bullshit that crossed my mind. On Saturday I told you things that didn't want to say. And I'm sorry about that. Nothing I said is true. It is not anymore, at least. I just wanted to... hurt you, just like you had hurt me."

He moves away and you think he's going to leave you there, but he just reaches for the lamp. You blink at the unwanted light and takes a moment to adjust the view. When it goes back to normal, you find his face practically glued to yours. Namjoon looks exhausted too, but there is that expectation glowing in his brown irises.

"How so?" he asked, anxious and hopeful.

"I didn't like knowing that you and Delilah were alone in my grandmother's,” you confess, embarrassed. "I didn't like it at all, I was furious and... I went after you to find out what was going on. I entered the house through the kitchen, and I heard you talking about me. I heard everything."

"And by 'everything' you mean…" He stops, stiffening to your side, waiting for you to continue.

“I heard you tell her we were just friends. And when she asked if you wanted me, I also heard you saying... no."

He stares at you, stunned, and opens his mouth to speak, but you raise your hand in supplication and you rest it on his chest. “I didn't mean to spy… much." Your face burns. It would be so much better if he turned off that damn light. "I turned around and was on my way out when I tripped over something. And the rest of the story you already know. And, okay, Namjoon. I understood. You're not in the mood for commitment right now, and you're right. You just got out of a relationship, you shouldn't jump into another one that fast. But you care about me. And I know you enjoy being with me... part of the time, at least. And, you know, we don't have to assume a relationship, I mean, we can just..."

"Hey! Wait!" He interrupts you. “You're going too fast. I hurt you for saying I didn't want you, was that it?"

You look away from his shirt. Warm fingers touch and lift your chin, but still, you can't look at him.

"Look at me, Y/n."

You can't. You fear that looking into his eyes, they'd shine the way it always happens when you are this close, and with that you'll lose the logical reasoning and do something stupid. Like saying you are in love with him.

“Look at me, please. Look at me and tell me what you see."

Hesitantly, you dare to stare at his face for just two seconds before facing his shirt again.

“I see a handsome man,” you mutter.

"Is that so?" The surprise in his voice almost makes you laugh. "With glasses and everything?"

“Especially with them,” You admit. “You are the only man on the planet who manages to look good wearing that hideous thing. Well, you and Clark Kent, but since he doesn't exist..." He laughs, still holding your face.

“And what else do you see?" You peek again, ready to look away, but he stops you. “Don't run away, my angel. Look at me."

As soon as you lock eyes with him, you feel unable to escape. They are loving and, at the same time, contain something sinful, hot.

"What do you see, Y/n?" he insists.

“A beautiful man with incredible eyes,” You sigh.

"And what do you see inside them?"

"I-I think... tenderness."

He shows a half-smile. "What else?"

You swallow hard. “There's a good bit of madness too."

“That's right, angel." He caresses your cheek with his thumb the smile grows. “It's going very well. Please continue."

"L-looks like there's something burning inside them." And, oh they send sparks straight to your core.

“They burn. Every time I look at you. I know you've seen them like this before."

Helplessly, you nodded.

"So," he continues, "I'm here wondering how you can you think, for just a minute, that I don't want you?"

"I told you! I heard you saying that..."

"That I didn't want to own you!" He interrupts you. "I don't want that. I want to be your partner, your companion, to be everything to you, but I want you to stay with me because you chose. I want you to decide to belong to me, not to take possession, as if you were an object. I want you to want me just as sickly and crazily as I want you. And oh Y/n, believe me, I want you."

And with that, he brings his lips down to yours. Your hands are tangled in his hair, perhaps because it is strange to see them tamed like that, you don't know... The fact is that you need to hold him close to you, bring him closer, and the thought that you will never let him go again is so intense and determined that it scares you, takes your breath away, leaves you trembling.

Terrified by the idea, you try to release it, but your fingers rebel, and, when he nibbles your bottom lip and then slides his tongue inside your mouth, you give up and surrender to the kiss, to Namjoon, forgetting everything, who you are, where you are, what he is. All that matters is that he is kissing you, sucking your sanity with every caress, returning passion and tenderness with every movement.

“I don't want anyone else, Y/n. Only you,” he mutters into your mouth, rolling over you, his hand slowly moving up your belly.

"Oh, Namjoon!" You sigh under his lips. “Don't tell me that." You grab his shirt, twisting the fabric between your fingers to get rid of it. "Please, don't make me feel special like this."

The soft laughter against your skin shakes your already fragile common sense. Namjoon separates from you only to finish what you have started, taking off his t-shirt in one quick motion.

"You are special. I have no way to change that."

He kisses you again, threading his fingers through the hem of your shirt. You raise your arms in a brazen offer, and he accepts without hesitation. You've done this a few times before, and you know every curve and muscle well, every angle of that perfect body. But none of the times that you were together was this way, so sweet and so…disturbing. The fact Namjoon's not taking his eyes off yours is both intense and delicate, and it is hard not to catch what they are telling you.

He undresses you first, caressing you in the right places—and the wrong ones too, and even those feel right—before taking off his jeans. Naked your skin sticks to his, and you feel goosebumps starting on your toes and they go to the back of your head, bristling everything in their path. When he puts his body over yours, his muscles are taut, that part of him investigating, searching… You close your eyes, arching your hips to meet his wanting that union, which always makes you feel complete.

“Open your eyes, Y/n,” he whispers, not allowing you to reach him.

You obey immediately. He is serious, focused, and sexy as hell with his broad shoulders hovering over you. Looking up, taking in every feature of his beautiful face, you get lost when reaching his eyes. So, Namjoon moves precisely and bringing you together.

Slowly and deeply.

You resist the urge to squint and lose yourself in the sensations. Something greater than carnal pleasure is taking place there. He starts to move,

without ever taking his eyes from yours. Physical pleasure mixed with feelings, and something great, which starts in your chest and spreads through your whole body in seconds, it takes your breath away. The fire in Namjoon's face is the trigger, to decimate any trace of sanity in you.

He wraps an arm around your waist, lifting your hips a little. Hugging his neck, you try to keep yourself in place, as his thrusts grow stronger, longer, impossibly deeper, as if he is trying to merge with you forever. And, in a way, he is succeeding. You have the impression that you'll never be able to get Namjoon out of your heart again.

You stretch an arm across the sheets, looking for something to hold on to, in an attempt to keep yourself on the planet and in that bed. Since you feel you are taking off, and in any moment, you'll float towards infinity. A big warm hand captures yours, curling up the same way your bodies do. The long fingers press against yours, face twisted with pleasure and something else. His chestnuts eyes remain locked in yours, two glowing embers that invite you to enter and see his soul and everything that is going on inside him.

What you see there makes a myriad of emotions in you swell until it becomes greater than you, subjugating yourself. You pour it all out with a hoarse cry. Your lips are captured by Namjoon, as if he can't stand the idea that it would be lost in the air. He shudders, squeezing you tight, exploding inside you.

Namjoon let his head drop, burying it in your neck, breathing with difficulty, his fingers still laced with yours. With your free hand, you touch his soft hair, damp with sweat, and you wonder why you can't stay like this, with him in your arms, for, let's say, forever...

Oh yeah, because you haven't told him how you really feel.

“Namjoon,” You call, your voice still hoarse and your breathing ragged. "I think I... I'm... I didn't mean to, didn't plan, but I...” You swallow, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

“Alright, angel." Kissing your shoulder, he raises his torso and props himself up on one elbow, so his weight doesn't crush you and stare at you with eyes on fire. "I'm too. Much longer than I could realize."

"No, you're not!"

"No?" He laughs, his forehead creasing.

“Not like me. I... I lost all common sense! I can't think of anything else, just you and... Seriously, Namjoon! Don't smile like that!"

"Excuse me." He tries once, twice, but he is unable to stop himself. The huge smile, satisfied and somewhat amused, does not fade and seems to increase. “You look like a scared little girl."

"I'm scared! I've felt this way before, but…” You shake your head. "No, it was never like this, not with all this… madness. I..." You rub your face with your free hand and watch him.

He is just as confused as you are.

"Do you want to know why I broke that damn cup at my grandmother's house?" You continue, speaking quickly so as not to lose courage. "I didn't want to know your future. There, that's it. I didn't want to know what fate drew for you. I broke the cup because I couldn't bear to know that... that I wouldn't be part of it."

You avert your eyes to his broad neck. His pulse is still accelerated, chest still expanding with short breaths.

"Y/n, look at me." Reluctantly, you obey. The fun on his face giving way to seriousness. “If you let me, I'll make you happy. Very much. Not only

because you deserve it or because I want it more than anything else, but because I need to see you happy. It's like I depend on it to breathe." Two fingers run down your cheek. "You have no idea how much power you have over me Y/n. You may not be mine, but I am already yours, all yours. I choose you."

"Namjoon..."

"I'm not finished yet." He interrupts you, with a pleading expression in his face. “You don't know how helpless I felt in the flower episode. And before that, with that wedding invitation... It broke me in half to see you crushed on the stairs, curled up, as if you wanted to disappear. And the most painful, is that it made me realize how small and useless I am, when you received the phone call from your brother's accident. So scared, so hurt, so alone..." He closes his eyes, shaking his head. "I never want to see you like that again. I will never let anything hurt you like that again."

“How can you promise that?" You ask, stunned by the speed of the beats of your heart. "How can you promise something you can't control?"

“I can't stop bad things from happening. I know I can't protect you from the world, but I can and will be by your side no matter what. To bear your pain, listen to you if you need to, save you from a killer bouquet..."

You end up laughing, and he kisses your lips lightly.

"I really want to believe you, but I don't know if I can," You reveal. "You just got out of a relationship, and soon you'll realize..."

He stops you from continuing, putting his index finger on your lips. “I already realized, angel. Want you."

“So, you've forgiven me for the things I said on Saturday?" You ask with a sigh.

He takes your face in his hands, leaning in to kiss you, a splendid smile on his perfect mouth.

“I crawled into your bed without us talking anything out. What do you think?"

"That you don't know what you're doing." You yawn.

"Yes, I know. And I'll prove it to you until there's no doubt left in your beautiful little head. But now you need to sleep. You are almost shutting down." He rolls to the side and pulls you to him, until your back is against his chest.

“I'll never forget what you did for me yesterday." You lift your head for him to put his arm under it and lay on his biceps. "I will never forget how attentive and careful you were to me. As if I were to..."

He covers you with the sheet, kisses your neck and rests his head there.

"Too precious," he adds.

"That." You yaw again. “You said that once."

“And I'll say many more, since you don't hear what I say."

You don't remember fitting in someone else as well as you at that moment in Namjoon. It is like he is a lost part, an extension of you. And not only now, after satisfying your body and soul, but to really fit in, to be part of him and he of you, as if you are only one.

You don't have the strength for anything else, your eyes closed by their own, but a silly smile insist on curving your lips. You let out a satisfied sigh, and Namjoon chuckles softly in your ear.

“I love the way your body fits mine. You were made for me, Y/n,” he grumbles, echoing your thoughts.

A shiver makes you shrug your shoulders and press yourself even tighter against his hot chest. You are exhausted to the point of falling asleep, but before you wander off to the unconsciousness, you have to say something very important to him.

“I think I love you, Namjoon,” you whisper with your eyes closed.

The arms that hold you captive tighten even more, lips soft and warm touch the delicate skin behind your ear, the big hand looks for yours, his long fingers locked with yours, forming a tight knot.

“And I'm sure of it, angel,” he whispers in your ear.

You have every intention of asking what he means by that. if he is sure, you love him, or if he is sure he loves you, but the fatigue, physical and emotional, exhaustion speak louder. And you black out three seconds later.

The first time you wake up in Namjoon's arms is…warm. A muscular leg, resting on your hips, a hand is touching your left breast, chin resting lightly on top of your head. “Possession” is the word that crosses your mind.

You slip out of bed trying not to make any noise. Namjoon grumbles lightly and turns to the other side. So, you hurry to the bathroom, wearing his t-shirt on the way. You close the door carefully and almost scream at the sight of your reflection in the mirror. Your hair feels like a ball of yarn after having passed through the paws of a cat. Tufts pointing in all directions. There isn't a single strand in place. You abuse the water, trying to tame the hair and apply an absurd amount of cream to comb and kneaded the strands, which start to take shape.

You are just finishing brushing your teeth when the door swings open. Suddenly, and stumbling, naked, Namjoon scrambles across the cold floor.

“Good morning,” he grumbles, hugging you and kissing you lightly.

“Hi,” You grumble, smiling. “I didn't run away."

"You are very brave," he points proudly. "But that bed is very cold without you."

“I need to go to the hospital, Namjoon."

He presses his mouth to your forehead, then releases you.

"I know. I will take you." He stops in front of the toilet, lowers his head, and that unmistakable sound fills the room. Is he...?

Oh, he is. With you in there!

You are getting ready to sneak out, but he says: “I want to take you somewhere today. A party. If your brother is okay, will you agree to accompany me?"

He finishes what he is doing, flushes the toilet, and goes to the sink to wash his hands.

"What kind of party?" You ask, somewhat stunned.

“A family reunion, and I really want you to come with me. Which of theirs is yours?" He points to the cup with the toothbrushes on.

"The blue one."

He laughs.

“I don't even know why I asked." And unceremoniously takes possession of your toothbrush. You look at him, astonished at his lack of manners. Or excess of intimacy.

"What's it?" he asks with a mouth full of white foam.

"Nothing." You shake your head. You had more pressing matters to think about than Namjoon imposing himself that way. "This party... your parents are going to be there?"

"Eh." He spits, rinses his mouth, and dries it on the towel. Some lint stuck in the stubble. “My parents and some of their friends. It's their wedding anniversary. Thirty-eight years."

It's cool. It's ok to use the toilet with you in the bathroom and it's ok to use your toothbrush as if you are that close, but meeting his parents is asking too much.

“Oh… I don't know if it's a good idea."

"It is. Besides, if you don't go, I won't have anyone with less than sixty years to talk to."

“Namjoon, your parents will be there!"

"I thought I had already clarified that point." He laughs, slipping the shower door and turning on the shower.

"I'm talking about your parents! Those people who probably expect to see you with Alexia, your wife, not with me."

He shoots you an angry look. “For the last time, Y/n, Alexia was never my wife. and I would appreciate a lot if you didn't keep bringing someone else into our relationship all the time."

"But I can't..."

"Of course, you can." He stands in front of you, holding your wrists and lifting them over your head, then taking off your shirt.

"If I was able to survive a similar situation at your cousin's wedding, you will be too. Unless you don't want to go for another reason."

"What do you mean by that?"

"That you don't want to appear with me in public because you don't have the intention of having a serious relationship with me." He speaks all this in a jokingly tone, but the apprehension in his eyes is real.

"It's not that." You cringe. "But it's just that... meeting your parents is...too soon! You just came out of a..."

“Here you go again,” he huffs, stepping into the shower and putting his head under the water jet. "You forget you also just got out of a long relationship, and that's not why I keep reminding you all the time, nor I hide behind this excuse."

“It's different, Namjoon. Jimin and I didn't live together. We just dated. Nobody expected us to get married. Not even me. You and Alexia lived in the same house until last month."

“It's been two months. And stop changing the subject! do you want to go or not with me at this party?" He runs his hand through the dark mass of hair, small drops floated around him. A waterfall running down his scarred abdomen, creating amazing designs. It is difficult to tear your eyes away.

“My brother might need me,” You snapped, swallowing hard and licking your lips.

"He has Lorena and your grandmother. I think he can survive a night without you, but that's okay. Let's go to the hospital and then we'll see that. Now stop looking at me like that, or I'll end up wetting the whole bathroom. Come here, Y/n."

You take a step forward, but stop, placing your hands on your hips.

“Hey, you're not the boss around here, you know that? Not everything boils down to a simple, Come here, Y/n."

“Well, it works most of the time,” he jokes.

"Well, it's not working now," You lie.

"Oh, no?" He arches an eyebrow and smiles in that languid way that makes your heart perform acrobatics in your chest. When he speaks again, his voice is pure honey and velvet, like a siren's song. “Come here, angel."

Oh, god... You go.

Two hours later, Namjoon and you had breakfast at the bakery across the street and you went to the hospital.

You hand over the suitcase with some changes of clothes and snacks you have prepared for Lorena. She enthusiastically thanks you. The reason for such euphoria is Hoseok's visible improvement. You find him already sitting on the bed, doodling on a pad. his face flushed, the bruises no longer contrasting with his skin so much, looking like the old Hoseok again, only with his leg stuck in a horrible cage. He smiles when he sees you, showing his chipped tooth.

"Shouldn't you be lying there moaning and complaining about the cruelty of the nurses?" You scoff.

He laughs. "I think so, but I'm too happy to sulk." Hoseok looks away glancing at the bathroom door where Lorena closed herself for a quick shower. "The doctor says I'll be able to leave today at the end of the day, at the latest tomorrow. There's nothing wrong with my head."

“Out of the usual, you mean."

"Hey dude?" He smiles at Namjoon. "I didn't think I'd see you here again."

"I wanted to stop by to see how you are doing." Namjoon pushes the glasses up with his index. "In case you get sick, and I have to hold you, those kinds of things."

“I knew you were going to fall in love with me, it was that punch, wasn't it? That made you fall for me?" He points the chair for Namjoon to settle in. He sits up, stretching his legs, crossing his ankles.

Lorena comes out of the bathroom at the same moment and looks at Hoseok sideways.

"You're not going to fight with your sister's boyfriend again, huh, Hoseok." She warns.

“Number one,” he begins, “Namjoon is not Y/n's boyfriend. Number two, I hit Jimin's ass because he needed someone to teach him not to make my sister cry. Number three, I'm the big brother. I don't need an excuse to kick any guy who plays my little sister." And with that, he raises an eyebrow, glaring at Namjoon.

Namjoon manages a smile and nods once, as if in agreement with Hoseok. You roll your eyes.

“What do you have, Y/n?" Hoseok asks.

"I? Nothing, why?"

He's studying you intently, frowning. Oh, damn, why did everyone decide to stare at you? Isn't it enough that Namjoon, does it?

"Yes, you do. You're different. It looks... I don't know, like you're glowing."

“It's the new shampoo,” you say without blinking.

You brother narrows his eyes. "What made you so happy?"

“If you had hair like mine, you'd understand."

Lorena covers her mouth with her hand, trying—and failing—to hide her laughter. Hoseok looks at her and back at you, then finally at Namjoon, who looks oblivious and keeps all his attention on your scorching face.

Hoseok frowns.

“You are going at my sister again, you son of a bitch?" he spits at Namjoon.

"Hoseok!" You yell, offended.

"I'm not going at your sister," Namjoon explains quietly, before Hoseok continues with his big brother attack. "I am trying to convince her to date me."

"What?" Hoseok's eyes widen, glaring at you. "How are you trying to convince? Are you playing the guy, Y/n? What's wrong with him, huh?"

"Hobi!" You moan again, blushing even more.

And what about you be playing Namjoon? You barely made up. And at no point he brought up the dating topic. How can you be sure if he really wants it or is he just saying what your stubborn brother wants to hear?

"The guy's not bad," Hoseok goes on. "I think he might be a good boyfriend for you. I don't want my sister doing naughty things around. Why the hell don't you want to date the guy when he wants to date you?"

“Oh, I also want to know. You match so much!" Lorena grumbles by your side. And you stare at her, the word “traitor” glowing neon on your forehead.

"I wouldn't mind hearing the answer." Namjoon clasps his hands behind his head, relaxed and satisfied. “I even invited your sister to meet my parents today, but she refused, made a thousand excuses."

You glare at him. “I'm going to kill you,” You warn Namjoon.

"No, you won't," Hoseok interjects. "You're going to meet the guy's parents today and, end of story. Or am I going to tell Namjoon some pretty embarrassing stories about you."

"You wouldn't dare..."

"Let me see, where do I start..." Your brother drums his fingers on his chin. "Oh! I remember a good one. Listen to this Namjoon, when Y/n was six, she swallowed one of my marbles. Of course, she didn't tell anyone at the time, until she started to turn purple, and I had to turn her upside down to unmount, only she had just finished lunch and when I squeezed her belly..."

"Cool! He wins!" You jumped off the couch. "I will go! I will meet the parents of my boyfriend. Now shut up, Hoseok, or you'll end up staying in the hospital for at least another week!"

"Excellent!" Hoseok flashes an idiotic smile, but turns his attention back to Namjoon, who just gives you a very satisfied nod.

You are going to kill them both!

"So, when I squeezed her belly," Hoseok continues, "the little marble flew far away, only that with it came a jet of pasta, which washed the carpet of the living room. She looked like the Exorcist's girl. I thought that the goo wouldn't ever stop to come out."

You drop onto the couch, burying your face in your hands.

"I hate you, Hoseok!"

“I know, little sister. Oh, and there's the pens too. This is best..."

Hoseok continues telling the embarrassing moments of your life, including some that you would rather die than remember, like when you were in sixth grade and was caught in the staff room trying to figure out the questions of the physics test. You always hated physics.

Namjoon laughs so hard he actually slumps in his chair. You are relieved to see the nurse comes in to bathe Hoseok. You are about to leave the room, but he calls you back.

“I don't want you to stay here. Grandma must be arriving. It's no use stay here,” he adds when you try to protest. "You were so shaken yesterday, and Namjoon seems to do you good. You will have fun. I won't go anywhere. Also, soon they will ask you all to leave anyway. I'm very much alive. In fact, I'd rather if you didn't stay too long in here. There are so many bacteria and viruses in the air, you could end up sick."

Your brother could have all the flaws in the world, but no one ever can accuse him of not having a big heart. He always worries about you, you think even more than your father. Hoseok will be a wonderful father, you are sure of it.

"I'm not five years old anymore, Hoseok," you said excitedly. "I don't get sick for nothing."

"For me you will always be five years old. Now get out of here. Go have fun, but if you need help, you know..."

"There will be a payback, do you hear?" You point a finger at him. "I won't forget the humiliation of today."

He rolls his eyes. "Humiliation? I did you a favor! Now Namjoon already knows the worst of your story, and if he's still here, it's because he fucking likes you. Oh! Don't you get drunk and embarrass me, huh?" He winks.

"Don't you hate not being an only child?" You ask Namjoon as soon as you join him outside the room.

He laughs. "Only when Bea is around. We can go?"

You nod and he puts his arm around your shoulder, leading you down the hall towards the elevator.

"Let's go home," he announces. “You're going to need to get some clothes."

"And then we'll trade your motorcycle for my car, shall we?"

"Of course not. Part of the fun is there, angel. I will transform your wish into reality."

You look at him, suspiciously.

“I don't remember saying I wanted to die at twenty-five."

“And you won't." He laughs and plants a kiss on your lips. "You are going to fly."

Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.

[luminberry]

A Pred who has two preys that are often gulped down together, and the Pred always compliments how full they make him feel (like a reverse of the two preds and one prey)

...yeah i have two lads for this lol

if you know me on discord at all, you'll know im a gayass who ships my lad Zeke together with Jasper and Bull with their respective muns cause im a sucker for big soft lads. wiggling @stuffems and @acorncake cause they own the other two lads bein mentioned here

Bull could, at times contain himself rather well went left around his smaller coworkers, of course there were times he indulged..But he always made sure to ask beforehand, unless his treat at that particular time had given him permission long ago to simply scoop them up whenever and tuck them away.

He was always more than happy to nab Zeke for this reason, the mans oddly delectable coffee flavor was hard to resist honestly. It didn't really hurt that the two of them had been dating for a few months now either so the fun of tucking your smaller boyfriend away for a few minutes added to their casual intimacy now and then. Both sides let the other know how they felt in their own various ways.

Course when they both ended up falling head over heels for a certain newcomer by the name of Jasper..Well of course those little shows of love and adoration of course extended to him.

Unlike Zeke however, Jasper held some..concerns about the whole process and was very reluctant to let Bull indulge in certain urges. The M4g of course understood his worries, it could be alarming and all that..He cared more about the wellbeing and happiness of his smaller partners above all else!

It was Zeke that came up with the idea first, and asked both Jasper and Bull separately their opinions on his idea..both seemed more than willing to try it of course if all parties were.

The idea turned out to be rather simple, if Bull ate both Zeke and Jasper at the same time..well being tucked away with someone to keep you company didn't seem so bad in retrospect. Zeke would offer to go first since at this point being swallowed down by Bull was almost second nature to him, not that he thought about that implication too much.

Jasper follows not too long afterwards with some gentle coaxing and praise from Bull, for his sake Bull takes extra care to make sure the trip down is gentle and calm..only moving when told to, Jasper has every chance to back out if he so chooses of course.. But eventually feeling the second form sliding down his throat brings a warm bloom in the bigger M4gs chest.

Jaspers happily met inside by welcoming arms and even gentler kisses and embraces once he settles down..Course nothing helps more than getting peppered by hugs and kisses from one of your boyfriends for handling getting eaten so well..Makes the whole ordeal less stressful after Jaspers left a flustered laughing mess in Zekes arms.

Bull can feel the two and can't help the happy thrumm starting up deep in his chest, feeling how comfortably full he is with both his smaller partners tucked away so safely and happy at last.

Settling down for a bit, he cant quite keep his hands off his midsection, a almost goofily happy grin on his face as he feels the two inside settling down, alongside a few wayward rubs from a tiny hands just seems to make it impossible to not want to rub and gently squish his companions to let them know moreso how much he cares for them.

The three of them fall into a happy silence, closer than possible in this moment and filled to bursting with love. Of course once Bull lets them back out and happily helps them both clean up does Jasper finally admit he didn't mind the whole experience..And that maybe now and again he wouldn't mind doing it again.

Hearing that..well no one could really blame Bull for stealing both his partners for a bit more time together, cuddled close it was more or less very evident the day would be spent together.

Not that Zeke or Jasper minded at all being hugged close to Bull, a day off from work wasn't a bad idea. And who better to spend it with than your two boyfriends?

[serenityseventeen]

♫ Individual Members Masterlist 2:

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This masterlist does not repeat what other masterlists already have

Consists of ONESHOTS, IMAGINES, AND SCENARIOS

Stories with more than one part are in numbered order (from left → right or from top ↑ to bottom ↓)

❥ = my personal favs

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All members individually:

↳ S.Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Junhui | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | Minghao | Mingyu | Seokmin | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

(1/13 requested) Vampire Boyfriend Series - what vampire!seventeen would be like as your boyfriend & as vampires in general

↳ The Letter Box

Love & Letter: To The Thirteen Boys I've Loved Before - inspired by "To All The Boys I've Loved Before" by Jenny Han.

You find a letter box consisting of thirteen letters you never sent to thirteen boys that you've fallen in love with and reread them.

S.coups:

↳ "Hours"

(request) both of you forget it's your birthday but he finally remembers

↳ "Because I Love You" ❥

(request) you flinch because of an argument with him and he feels guilty, telling you to slap him in return for making you flinch

↳ "Sulky" (ft. Jun & Mingyu)

(request) you visit him during practice and talk with Mingyu and Jun, causing him to get sulky and jealous

↳ "Kkeke" (ft. 1997 liners - Mingyu, DK, The8)

(request) you and Seungcheol like each other. You are friends with the 1997 line and they are always teasing you two about it. When they leave, Seungcheol confesses and asks you to date him.

Jeonghan:

↳ "Reassemble"

(request) after you flinch during an argument, he goes into the bedroom when your friends come; after your friends leave, you go to check up on him

↳ "The Other Side of the Door"

(request) Songfic: "The Other Side of the Door" by Taylor Swift - you two have an argument & you hate him but at the same time, need him so bad

↳ "Love Poem" | "Love Poem 2" (ft. Svt members)

(request) You are the princess of the Caerat Kingdom and Jeonghan is the prince of the Svuentin Kingdom. You two get arranged for marriage since birth but as the wedding day ticks closer, you find yourselves truly falling for each other.

↳ "I'm Jealous" (ft. Joshua)

(request) he gets really jealous when you get partnered up with your coworker for a three-legged race. extremely jealous.

↳ "I want to kiss you" (ft. S.Coups)

↳ "I want to kiss you, because I love you" (ft. S.Coups)

(request) you tell him that you want to kiss him seriously but you two are just friends...

Joshua:

↳ "I Like You" ❥

(request) you two are cafe workers and you like him and you finally confess to him

↳ "Gifted"

(request) you see his large hands and compare them with yours

↳ "Wonder" ❥

(Combined request) song fic: "Wonder" by Shawn Mendes - you two are friends but he keeps wondering what it's like to be loved by you, which leads to him unexpectedly kissing you

↳ "060421"

(request) you are sick and joshua takes care of you

↳ "Flutters" (ft. Svt members) ❥

(request) you and Joshua like each other but are too shy to confess. One day, you two get stuck in an art supply storage closet and slowly confess your long term crushes

↳ "Fine" ❥

(request) you break up with joshua... :(

↳ "A Sweet Winter Night" ❥

(request) it's a cold winter night and you spend it sweetly cuddling with your boyfriend while eating yummy snacks and drinking hot chocolate (ft. Your first kiss w/ him + a bit of teasing the gentle sexy)

Jun:

↳ "Just For Kisses" (ft. Woozi)

(request) because of a collab, you and jihoon have to spend a lot of time together talking about music, making your boyfriend, jun, jealous.

↳ "Can't Take My Eyes Off You" ❥

(half requested) a fluffy break-day with a clingy Moon Junhui.

↳ "From a Small Glance"

(requested) you are exhausted from performing and no one notices except jun and he gets worried

↳ "Brother"

(request) brother!jun helping you with your homework

↳ "Special Boy" (ft. Hoshi & The8)

(request) You go to Jun's dorm and help him unwind after he had a hard and long day at practice (ft. Cuddles)

↳ "It's Okay"

(request) you get into an argument with your dad on the phone and Jun calms you down

Hoshi:

↳ "Horanghae 호랑해" ❥

(request) you two argue because it seems like he likes tigers more than you

↳ "Close To You"

(request) he gets a bit jealous and protective so he becomes clingy, handcuffing you two together

↳ "Dispatch's New Year's Couple"

(request) you are the oldest in your group and care a lot for your members and is afraid of creating a scandal that could harm the group. your members and boyfriend, soonyoung, comfort you.

↳ "Moonstruck" | "Moonstruck 2"

(request) you are a servant, working as the stable girl in the kingdom of Svuentin. You're best friends with prince Chan and one day, his brother, prince Soonyoung, comes into your life and starts to like you.

↳ "Spider" (ft. SVT Perf. Unit)

(request) you are on an idol survival program and for a performance, you decide to perform 'spider' by Hoshi, not knowing that he's a guest judge. (ft. A bit of feelings being developed)

↳ "Human" (ft. The8)

(request) Soonyoung is stressed and practicing really hard so Minghao calls you to go and help calm Soonyoung down.

Wonwoo:

↳ [12:07 am] with Wonwoo

↳ "A Warmer Valentine's" ❥

Because you have no lover, you also have no plans for Valentine's day. Your friend, Wonwoo, reveals that he does have plans for the day though. The next day, on Valentine's, he shows up at your door.

↳ "Heartstrings" | "Heartstrings 2"

(request) It's 1993 and Jeon Wonwoo is forced to study classical music by his parents. He meets you, the orchestra club's double bassist and begins to love music as he learns with you. He also begins to love being with you too.

↳ "UwU"

(request) you always call him 'baby' or by his name so one day you decide to call him something new, something like "oowoo"

↳ "To My Growing Child" (ft. Mingyu) ❥

(request) you two are shopping with Mingyu and his girlfriend and Wonwoo mentions that he's glad you aren't pregnant when you secretly was (this if fluffy)

↳ "Warmth Amidst The Snowy Night" ❥

(request) it's a snowy night and he is staying over. you notice that his hands are shaking from the cold and give him a back hug to warm him up.

↳ "Goal" (ft. S.Coups)

(request) you make a goal to win in an activity but everyone but you wins in an activity so Wonwoo decides to purposely lose so that he could see you happy

↳ "Beauty of Colors" | "Beauty of Love" (ft. Mingyu)❥

(request) soulmate au: everyone is born in a black and white world until they meet their soulmate. You and Wonwoo meet and your worlds burst with color. As you two hang out, you two fall in love.

↳ "Just Friends?" ❥

(request) your friend Wonwoo has never been on a date and asks you to go on a date with him as a friend but you try to make it realistic, causing him to see you differently as a woman

↳ "Starry Sea in a Healing Cocktail" ❥ (1)

↳ "Peachy Romance by the Blossoming Waves" (2)

(request) You're on vacation in the seaside and every morning, you get tea from the lounge bar, being run by the bartender, Wonwoo. He always greets you with sweet words and asks why you aren't smiling. Now, it's your last day on vacation.

Woozi:

↳ "My My My Darling" ❥

(request) while cuddling, you tell him how much you love him

↳ "Bonkers"

(request) you two are idols and are dating; he accidentally posts a photo of you two on his public Instagram account instead of his private one

↳ "Like Father, Like Son?"

(request) dad!jihoon: he takes care of his son alone for the first time

↳ "Muse"

(request) Woozi is staying up late trying to write lyrics while he's in writer's block so you go to the studio and tell him to go to sleep, ending up with you two sleeping on the couch

↳ "Hand-obsessed"

(request) you love Jihoon's hands so you cuddle with them, hold them, kiss them, and compliment them

↳ "Your Choice"

(request) You see your ex-boyfriend again and feel a bit of longing toward him. Your current boyfriend, Jihoon, notices this and decides to tell you something.

↳ "Moonlight in Unit 0526" (1) ❥

↳ "Sunshine in Room 0922" (2) ❥

(request) Jihoon is a ghost hunter, he could see ghosts for an hour and he uses this ability to send ghosts to the spirit realm. One day, in apartment unit 0526, he meets you, a human-like ghost who's been stuck in your lonely and cold home for who knows how long.

The8:

↳ "Faults"

(requested) you and Minghao get into a sort of silent argument and you flinch when he points at your phone + both of you fluffily comforting each other afterward

↳ "Galaxy in his Eyes"

(request) being clingy and fluffy; after two weeks apart, Minghao finally comes home and is clingy and cuddly because he missed you and loves you

DK:

↳ "Crazy"

(request) you and Seokmin are friends (he has a crush on you) and he invites you couple bungee jumping

↳ "Perfect: What It Means To Be A Singer" (1)

↳ "Perfect: The Process of Becoming One" (2)

↳ "Perfect: Imperfection Makes Perfection" (3)

(request) You and Seokmin are always in singing competitions, fighting for the first place. Suddenly, one day, Seokmin asks to sing for you, changing your relationship with him.

↳ "Idyllic" ❥

(request) You and Seokmin met through a mutual friend and enjoy watching musicals together as a hobby. One day, Seokmin invites you to watch "Marie Antoinette" with him but truthfully, he wants to confirm whether or not he likes you romantically.

Mingyu:

↳ "Criminal: Ruthless" ❥

(request) mafia au: you are captured by a mafia family as a hacker and he saves you

↳ "Cool" | "Cure"

(request) mingyu x doctor!reader; he gets injured and you care for him a bit. He likes you and thinks you are cool.

↳ "Reunion"

(request) you go to a high school reunion and see your former school crush and just as you were about to leave out of boredom, he stops you and you two talk.

↳ "Little Bits"

(request) Mingyu is your boyfriend and has never kissed you longer than a peck. You ask him why.

↳ "Off To School"

(request) dad!mingyu sending his twin daughter and son to school

↳ "Do You Know My Heart?" (ft. Hoshi & Dino)

(request) You like Mingyu and you are his makeup artist. You get switched and become Seungkwan's makeup artist, causing Mingyu to realize his feelings.

↳ "Maybe I Love You" (ft. Svt members)

(request) You two are childhood best friends and he is busy with work so you hang out with the members. After promotions, he wants to hang out alone but you two end up hanging out with all of the members...

↳ "I Like You Better"

(request) Mingyu, your boyfriend, sees that you have the vocalist of a rock band you like as your lockscreen instead of him.

Seungkwan:

↳ "Second Life" (ft. Joshua) ❥

↳ "Second Life 2" (ft. Svt members) ❥

(request) reincarnation fic: You and Seungkwan are in love during the great depression but you both die in a house fire. You two get reincarnated and you remember everything but he doesn't.

↳ "Beautiful Night" ❥

(request) you write a suicide letter but stop halfway; your boyfriend, seungkwan, finds the letter and immediately goes to find you

↳ "Thrice is Fate" ❥

(request) You never have a consistent schedule when it comes to visiting the cafe. However, you meet a guy in the front of the cafe by chance, but then you meet him again by coincidence. Would you meet him for the third time?

Vernon:

↳ "Sweetest Thing" ❥| "Sweetest Thing 2" ❥

(half-request) he is being tailed by a journalist and reporter and you help him by offering some strawberries...

↳ "Care"

(request) you are not feeling well after surgery and he comes to try and take care of you but you refuse because you don't want to be a bother

↳ "Just Ask"

(request) you two go on a date and you notice that he wants to hold your hand but doesn't (he's been wanting to for the whole day)

Dino:

↳ "LOVE"

(request) Chan likes you like crazy but you don't want to love him because you think of yourself as a burden and you think that he won't like you anymore once he knows you better

↳ "The Arcade Date" ❥

(request) going on a date with your boyfriend, Chan, to the arcade, competitively playing games, and making sweet, fluffy bets

↳ "Significance" | "Significant"

(request) you never really celebrated your birthday, on your birthday one night, you meet a man who is busking and he asks if it is anyone's birthday today (February 11th).

↳ "Promise for Eternity" ❥

(request) Chan on his wedding day with you.

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[marvelslut16]

Idiots in love

Pairing: William ‘Bill’ Weasley x reader 

Synopsis: (Y/N) has been in love with Bill ever since she met him their first year at Hogwarts. Will she finally tell Bill how she feels, like Mrs. Weasley hopes she will, or will Fleur and Ginny’s assumptions about (Y/N)’s love life get in the way. 

Word count: 2.9k+

Warnings: Angst. Dumb asses pining after each other. Fleur, if she counts lmao. Brief mentions of death. 

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for months, I wrote it as a self indulgent piece since I can’t date Bill in Hogwarts Mystery and I wasn’t sure if anyone would actually read it. It's cannon divergent. Also, tell me if you want a part 2!

My first fic of the new year! Hopefully I'll be way more consistent and inspired this year. Thank you to everyone reading any of the fics I write, I love you all!

“Molly, he’s happy with her,” you roll your eyes at the older woman who had become like a mother to you over the years. 

You met her at Kings Cross Station the morning of your first year, she helped you cross the barrier, your parents are muggles who are afraid of anything different. You were in Bill’s year, the two of you becoming fast friends on the train ride. Through your years at Hogwarts you two became inseparable, both becoming Head Girl and Head Boy together. You two always studied together, explored the castle together, went to Hogsmeade together, you did everything together. Well, except one thing, you didn’t fall in love together; you fell for him, and he fell for that foul, loathsome Emily Tyler and now Fleur Delacour.

You spent almost every Christmas Holiday under the burrow’s roof, along with most of your summers. The burrow was your real home, and the Weasley’s were your family. After you and Bill had graduated Molly and Arthur insisted you use their first names, both convinced you and Bill would finally get together. But that didn’t happen, you both went separate ways, barely even owling over the years. He went on to be this fantastic cursebreaker for Gringotts, getting sent all the way to Egypt. And you, you became the astronomy professor at Hogwarts, you thrived in the subject and Professor Sinistra transferred to Uagadou.

“But you’re perfect for him,” Molly nags. You loved the women with your whole heart, but she really needed to learn when to drop matters of the heart. Especially when the topic of discussion was set to arrive soon. 

“Not everything works out how we want it to,” you sigh as you hand her a clean dish to dry, you had wanted to clean the dishes the muggle way. “Especially when it involves one's heart.”

The two of you are waiting for everyone to arrive, Arthur is picking the kids up from the train now that it’s summer holiday. You had apparated to the burrow after the students boarded the train, now officially a part of the Order. Dumbledore and Sirius are dead, but that just means that everyone needs to fight harder. 

“I just want you to be happy,” Molly’s eyes are soft and sad as she looks at you. 

“I am,” you smile through the lie. There’s a pop from the living room, assuming it’s just Charlie you continue. “I don’t need a man Molly, my students make me happy.”

“Mum,” the unmistakable voice of William Weasley calls as he walks towards the kitchen. “I have great news, Fleur and I are engaged! We want to get married this summer!”

You accidentally drop the plate you're washing back into the soapy water, causing some to splash your shirt. For a split second you see Molly’s face fall before she puts on a bright fake smile as she turns to her eldest. You refuse to turn and see him, you thought you had enough time to prepare yourself to see him again, but you didn’t. He refused to see you after he got hurt during the battle of the astronomy tower when he was in the hospital wing and ignored you in the few weeks following.  

“Oh, wow,” Molly tries to come up with a response that won’t upset him. “This quickly?”

“I can’t take the chance, not now,” his mood is hard to read from his voice. He almost seems too defensive when he responds. “Not with everything happening.”

Your heart stops its thumping for a second, you didn’t realize it would hurt this much to see him happy. You want more than anything for him to be happy, but you also know that his mother and sister will never approve of Fleur. And he’ll never be fully happy because of that. But maybe you're wrong, maybe you don’t really know him. Maybe you never did. 

“I can’t believe I signed up for bloody astronomy again,” you can hear Ron complain through the open window before Molly can respond.

“You know you love me,” you holler out the window as Ron and Ginny get closer to the house. They’re the only two at Hogwarts now, they’re growing up so fast. 

“Yeah, yeah professor,” he mutters as he walks through the door before grinning widely at you. 

Even though you had seen Ginny hours ago, the younger girl runs up to you and throws her arms around you. You laugh as she pulls back and makes a face as some of the soap suds transferred to her shirt. 

“You just saw (Y/N),” Ron rolls his eyes at Ginny’s actions.

“Yeah but that’s different,” Ginny defends. “At Hogwarts I can’t talk to her about boys, or eat dinner with her, or ask for Quidditch tips.”

“I’m always up for talking about boys,” you grin down at the red headed girl. You laugh and apologize to Molly as Ginny pulls you from the kitchen and up to her room. 

You don’t glance at Bill, you can’t. You’re too scared that all of the feeling you have bottled up will resurface with just one glance. You miss the way his eyes soften at your interaction with his sister, and how they trail after you as you get pulled past him. You sit with Ginny as she fawns over Harry for close to an hour, interjecting occasionally when she asks for your opinion. This is what you always imagined having a younger sister would feel like. 

“What about you?” she asks with a teasing tone in her voice. 

“What about me?” you laugh lightly as your eyebrows furrow in confusion. 

“You and professor Snape,” she’s smirking. 

“Severus?” you laugh before your face pulls into a disgusted look only Ginny can see. “We’re coworkers. Dare I say friends. And he’s a part of the Order, we have to at least tolerate each other.”

“Mhm,” she sounds unconvinced. “He smiled at you the other day! In the Great Hall, where people could see! He never smiles!”

“Ginny, we’re friends,” you try to get through to the stubborn teen. “Plus he’s known me since I was eleven, that would be gross.”

Before Ginny can respond there’s a knock on the open door, you turn around and see Bill for this first time in years. His red hair still falls to his shoulders, and he still has that fang hanging from his ear. There are scars down his cheek now, those and the fang make him look bad ass. Your heart stutters as your eyes meet his, the heartache that disappeared when you were gossiping with Ginny resurfaces with just one look.

“Dinners ready,” he says before turning and walking back down the stairs. 

Dinner is loads of fun, the two eldest Weasley’s joining the group since there’s a small Order meeting afterwards. Dinner is full of Charlie joking with you, something you're happy about since Ginny wouldn’t be able to bring up Severus again. You ignore the giggles and the French accent that poke holes in your heart as Bill only pays attention to Fleur, who showed up at the Burrow when you were upstairs. 

After dinner you agree to show Ron and Ginny some Quidditch moves you had picked up over the years, borrowing an old broom left behind by one of the other boys. Remus and Tonks appear in the front yard, signaling that the meeting would start momentarily. Ron thanks you as he continues to practice the moves as you fly to the ground. Ginny follows you, wanting to get a drink from the kitchen before it's closed off to the youngest two. 

“Are you going to take his last name, or is he going to take yours?” she teases. 

“Ginny, not now,” you sigh, not sure how to get it through her head that you have no feeling for the potions master without revealing that you’re in love with her oldest brother. You aren’t sure who’s worse, her or Molly. 

“Alright, whatever you say Mrs. Snape,” Ginny wiggles her brows in your direction as you head for the kitchen. 

“Mrs. Snape?” Severus’s monotonous voice comes from behind you two. Ginny’s eyes widen before she takes off running, and a strangled sound leaves your lips.

“Ginevra Molly Weasley, that’s a month of detention next year!” you yell after her. You take a breath before turning to stare into Snape’s obsidian eyes. “Ginny saw you laugh at my stupid joke in the Great Hall a few weaks ago and now she’s convinced you have feelings for me.” Severus raises his eyebrows at you before looking in the direction Ginny ran off in. “She’s just a kid Sev, don’t hold her delusions against her.”

“Weasley’s,” he mutters before heading to the kitchen himself. Dumbledore had told a select few in the Order the plans for Severus to kill him so Draco didn’t have to, and since the Headmaster was already dying nobody was as mad as expected. “Don’t you have feelings for the oldest one?”

“Be quiet!” you hiss, as look to make sure no one heard. He smirks before walking into the room where the meeting is to be held, leaving you standing confused in the hallway.

The meeting is small tonight; Remus, Tonks, Charlie, Molly, Arthur, Sev, yourself, Bill, and Fleur. The rest had prior engagements unfortunately, so it was essentially just family and Severus. 

Molly uses her magic to pour you a glass of tea as you sit beside Sev, the only open seat. You smile a quick thanks before lifting the cup to your lips. The warm liquid soothing your tired throat, students liked to talk over you during the last week of school so your throat was a little raw. 

“Do you want a cookie with that, love?” Snape’s monotonous voice is slightly louder than it normally is. The term of endearment comes as such a shock that you spit out the tea that's in your mouth, landing across the table on Fleur. 

There was no denying that Severus’s question was directed at you, he’s holding the plate full of Molly’s cookies right next to your face. The room goes deathly silent as the seconds pass by. Ginny, who was getting herself some pumpkin juice, drops the glass she was holding, it shatters when it hits the ground. Molly, Arthur, and Charlie abruptly stop their conversation to stare at you and Sev in shock. Remus furrows his eyebrows as he looks between you two, Tonks looks like she's holding back a laugh. A flash of pain seems to cross Bill’s face before it goes blank, and horror crosses Fleur’s when your tea lands on her. 

“I’m so sorry!” you cover your mouth, thankful the liquid wasn’t warm enough to burn. Bill doesn’t even turn to look at his fiancee, just stares at you. 

“Are you alright?” Snape has a small smile only you can see. You aren’t sure how to respond, especially as you stare at the amusement dancing in his onyx eyes. 

“I knew it!” Ginny yells, finally breaking the few seconds of silence, seconds that felt like years. You flick Sev’s leg under the table, and he has the audacity to grin larger.

“Thanks honey,” your eyes narrow slightly as you grab a cookie off the plate, passing it to Bill without looking away from the man in all black. 

The rest of the meeting is awkward, and as soon as it’s over you pull Sev out of his chair and outside. The cool night air cools your burning cheeks and he lets out a laugh that he had been holding in.

“What was that?” you pull at the ends of your hair. 

“We made your precious Weasley jealous,” even though he’s smirking, there’s no change in his inflection. 

“And now they all think we’re together!” your voice is high pitched and squeaky. 

“Good luck with that,” he disapparates before you can respond.

“I hate you!” you yell at the spot where Severus was just standing.

“You and Snape, huh?” Charlie’s voice cuts through the silent night. 

“Not bloody likely,” you roll your eyes, before plopping onto the ground. Charlie joins you as you lay and stare up at the stars. “He heard Ginny saying she thought he liked me, and he knows who I like, so he decided to run with it. He’s actually fun when you break through his cold exterior.”

“You still love Bill,” it isn’t a question. No matter how many times you denied it while you three went to school together, Charlie never believed you. 

“Yeah,” you sigh, turning to look at him. He’s already facing you so you continue, “your mum kept going on about how I should be the one with him this afternoon. She won’t drop it.”

“I love my brother,” Charlie makes sure you keep eye contact with him as he continues. “But he’s being stupid. I agree with mum, you should be the one marrying him.”

“He’s happy without me,” your voice comes out sadder than you thought it would, guard finally down. “We’ve barely talked in years, and he wouldn’t even let me see him after the attack. He doesn’t need me, nor does he want me in his life anymore.”

Charlie just sighs, annoyed that neither you nor Bill could see the truth starring you both in the face. You love each other. Charlie just lies next to you in comforting silence, staring at the night sky until he has to head back to Romania and you off to bed. 

A single tear slips down your cheek as you lay down in the bed that once belonged to Charlie. Ginny enters the room without knocking, and you quickly wipe away the tear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me!” she practically screams. 

“There’s nothing to tell, he was messing with you, Gin,” you look her directly in the eyes so she knows you aren’t lying. 

“What aren’t you telling me?” she sits beside you on the mattress. 

“I’m in love with Bill,” you whisper, finally saying the words out loud. Sure you had agreed with Charlie earlier, but you had never said the five words out loud before. It feels like a weight is lifted off your chest, until a new wave of heartache hits you. “I have been since we were in school, and it hurts Ginny. Fleur, she’s perfect, I couldn’t possibly compete with her.”

“You’re so much better than her, (Y/N),” Ginny grabs your hand, causing you to look up at her. “And he’s a fool if he doesn’t see that.”

“Thanks Gin,” you smile sadly, squeezing her hand before she heads off to her room. 

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“Zank you,” Fleur’s French accent is the first thing you hear in the morning. Ginny comes up behind you as you stand in the hallway, and puts her hand on your shoulder. Today is the day you forget about all of this foolish childish love you have for Bill. 

Molly watches you closely as you sit down at the breakfast table, Ginny plopping down beside you. As you talk to the young girl about Quidditch over breakfast, a black owl flies through an open window. You roll your eyes as it plops a letter beside you, you give the owl some of your toast before it flies out of the window again. Ginny looks over your shoulder as you open the letter, the rest of the Weasley’s not-so-secretly watch you read it. 

The letter isn’t anything special, just Severus letting you know that you had left a book at Hogwarts. You know full well he’s being his dramatic self, going out of his way to send an owl, just so he can say he was right. He even added a p.s, asking if Bill had gotten jealous yet. You laugh at the ridiculous question, causing Bill to excuse himself and walk outside. Fleur doesn’t move from her seat, causing you and Ginny to make a face at each other.

A few moments pass before you decide to follow your old best friend against your better judgment, but someone should check on him. He’s in the backyard pacing like a madman, running his hands through his long hair and pulling on the tips. 

“Bill?” you ask softly. He whips around and looks at you, once again his face is hard to read. Your eyes, however, soften as soon as they see what Fenrier Greyback did to him. “What’s wrong?”

“You and Snape?” his voice is hard and cold. “He hated us growing up, and you just pretended that never happened and you're with him? He hated you!”

“It’s none of your business William!” your voice is high pitched, you’re angry. He doesn’t talk to you in ages and now all of a sudden he thinks it’s okay to judge your relationships. “We were annoying kids back then, of course he hated us.”

“You could do better than him!” his anger seems to rise at the use of his full first name. 

“We’re just friends!” your voice is shrill, and you're sure everyone inside can hear you two clearly. “Not that it’s any of your business anyway! Severus was letting me know I forgot some of my belongings at Hogwarts. You have no right to judge who I choose to spend my time with and who I befriend, not when you haven’t tried to talk to me in years Bill!”

With that you turn and head away from the burrow, not wanting to face anyone right now. Especially any of the Weasley's, and most of all, Molly. Bill calls your name as you walk away from him, but you don’t turn around. You can’t. William Weasley has broken your heart multiple times since you met him, and you aren’t about to give him the satisfaction of watching himself break your heart all over again.

Part 2

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[uwuwriting]

Yandere ex w/ Midoriya and Bakugou

Request: Can I request some headcanons about Deku, Bakugou annnddd whoever else you'd like with reader and they are currently dating

Reaction to reaching you from your crazy ex boyfriend who is...very powerful and has managed to corner you, alone. You're scared, you're a civilian.

" oh shh. Don't cry baby, i'm here. Now that I'm here, you're all mine, now that you're done being silly. You and me forever"

( thought that'd get the creepy factor)

I'm just a sucker for rescue missions. I'm just so interested in how they'd approach that situation, how they'd comfort reader afterwards

Thank you. For reading this if you don't do this

Which is totally fine! - anonymous

Bruh rescue missions are just *chef’s kiss*. I’ve been having a mini Deku and Bakugou infatuation and I just wanna see more fics with these cuties and their civilian s/os. Like legit there aren’t enough fics with quirkless/civilian readers out there and I’m sad. Love ya.💖💖💖

masterlist II rules

warnings: stalking, attempted kidnapping, mentions of toxic past relationships, being chased, eventual fluff in the form of comfort, TW BEWARE. 

Midoriya Izuku/ Pro hero! Deku

-Izuku believed you were an angel walking on earth. 

-He met you in the brink of death *literally* when you stitched him up and stabbed an IV into his arm. 

-It was love at first sight for him tbh and he is proud to admit it too. 

-Soon enough -and after many many more visits to the hospital so he can be treated by dr. L/N- he asked you out and now you’re living together. 

-He knows about your ex and he hates him for what he did to you. 

-He has coaxed you into relaxing many nights after you’ve had terrible nightmares about your ex finding you again and this time not only putting your freedom on the line but also Izuku’s safety. 

-You know he is a pro hero and all but you can’t stop seeing him on your apartment floor, unmoving with your ex looming over him. 

-He is always there to chase that horrible darkness away and replace it with the warmth of his love. 

-So as time passed, thoughts of your ex became less and less frequent until they stopped popping up throughout the day all together and you were happy with that. 

-Then the universe decided that it should serve you with a good old traumatizing experience to spice things up. 

-You were walking home after your shift at the hospital was over, exhausted out of your mind when you felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise.

-It was like a sixth sense, knowing that something was up. 

- “Y/n-chan~”

-Your blood ran cold at the familiar voice, your mind going blank as you quickly fished out your phone dialing Izuku’s number while speeding up. 

- “Hey angel w-”

- “Izu he is here. H-he is f-following me.” 

-You heard his feet hitting the pavement on the other line as he ran down the busy street, completely forgetting about the patrol he was on. 

- “Where are you angel?”

-Sharing your location with him you took a sharp turn and into a convenience store, walking to the very back and hiding behind a few shelves, your eyes glazing over as you heard the sliding doors ding as your ex stepped inside not even a minute after you. 

-When did he get so close?

- “Izu please.” 

- “I’m almost there Y/N, I’ll protect you I promise.” 

-You held your breath as footsteps got closer, Izuku’s breathing keeping you grounded as they echoed through the other line. 

-Dipping behind another shelf you zigzagged through the aisles hoping to lose him as you slowly and quietly made your way to the entrance, your plan being to run outside and find Izuku. 

-Your plan though was cute short when an arm wrapped tightly around your waist bringing you flush with a sturdy chest, your ex’s head dipping into your hair and breathing in your scent in an exaggerated sniff. 

- “You like the chase Y/N-chan~? I’ve got you now.” 

-Izuku’s panicked voice could be heard coming from your phone as he listened to your ex talking to you. 

-A whimper of your actual boyfriend’s name left your lips in an attempt to get away from him but his grip on you tightened making a sob escape you as tears cascaded down your cheeks, too many awful memories of your past relationship flooding your mind. 

-You wanted your Izuku. 

- “Aww baby don’t cry. And my name isn’t Izuku so don’t make that silly little mistake again because it doesn’t make me happy when you call out other men’s names. I got you now and everything will be back to normal in no time. Just you and me my sweet Y/N.” 

-You thrashed around, your hands clawing at the arm wrapped around your waist and the other one that was holding your chin. 

-In your panic you didn’t even hear the ding of the store’s doors as your boyfriend stepped in, eyes immediately locking on your crying features and the outer fear in your eyes as you ex tried kissing your neck.  

-It took him mere seconds to untangle you from your ex’s grasp and pull you safely into his chest, a punch flying right into your attackers jaw as he fell to the floor with a loud thud. 

-His hands went immediately to cradle your head near his chest, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sobs wracked through your body. 

- “Shh angel, it’s me I’m right here shh. He can’t hurt you Y/N.” 

-Police sirens echoed outside as a few officers poured through the double doors, Izuku scooping you up and taking you outside trudging the familiar road to your shared apartment. 

-You wouldn’t let go of his hero costume as he calmly set you on your shared bed, whispering to you that he was only going to the closet to help you both change. 

-It took him a lot of time to actually calm you down and when he managed it he called his agency to inform them that he would be taking the day off. 

-The only thing he could do after that was hold you as close to his chest as he possibly could, reassuring you that he wouldn’t be coming anywhere close to you from now on that he was officially gone. 

Bakugou Katsuki/ Pro Hero! Dynamight

-It was a stupid argument that escalated and now he found himself crashing at Kirishima’s. 

-You two hadn’t talked for about a week now and Bakugou feared that you had had enough of him and you would break up if he called. 

-He felt awful.

-He just wanted to go back home to you, kiss you, hug you, be back in his normal routine with the love of his life but no he had to be stubborn and push you to your limits with a silly argument that he doesn’t even remember what the fuck it was about. 

-It was the third sleepless night for him and he couldn’t stop his brain from drifting to you and what you might be doing. 

-You on the other hand were terrified out of your mind. 

-Not long after Katsuki stormed out of your apartment you had started getting texts from an unknown number saying things like “He is finally gone” and “Now we can be together again dolly.” 

-The nickname had sent shivers down your spine, memories of your toxic/yandere ex flooding your mind. 

-Katsuki had helped you run away from him and heal after those dark days. 

-Walking to the kindergarten you worked at became a constant threat.

-You were always looking behind your shoulder for anyone who might be following you, coming very close to calling Katsuki more than once when you thought that you had caught a whiff of your ex. 

-You began asking your coworkers to walk home with you using the excuse that it felt kinda lonely walking alone.

-Things reached a tipping point when the photos started coming in. 

-Photos of you in your class helping the kids, on your way to the station to catch your train every morning and even from inside your own house. 

-Photos of you putting on one of Katsuki’s hoodies was filled with manic scribbles of the word stop as a big red circle was drawn around your boyfriend’s sweatshirt. 

-It terrified you and you wanted nothing else than to call Katsuki and beg him to come back. 

-But despite it all your worthless pride and ego got in the way convincing you that you would fight your ex with your own two hands. 

-All those thoughts were tossed out the window when you heard your ex’s voice outside your apartment’s door on a late Friday night. 

- “Dolly open the door~” 

-In less than a second you had pushed the kitchen table in front of the door, your fingers hastily dialing Katsuki’s number, tears already streaming down your cheeks as your ex pounded at the front door, his voice and pleas becoming more and more aggressive as the seconds ticked by. 

-Two agonizing minutes passed before Bakugou answered, his gruff voice reaching your ears from the other line as he answered with a short “What”

- “Katsu please h-he is trying to get in. H-he is at the d-door. I-I don’t know what to do.” 

- “Baby lock yourself in our room and try to barricade the door. After that hide I’ll be there before you know it.”

-You could hear a door slamming shut and his hasty steps coming through the other line. 

-Doing as you were told you locked your bedroom door, pushing your dresser in front of it as more bangs came from the front door the legs of the kitchen table scraping the floor as the door almost rattled off its hinges. 

-Ducking underneath your bed you let out a few whines to which Katsuki answered with reassuring words. 

- “I’m almost there baby, I’ll save you. Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry baby. I should be home with you right now keeping you safe from that lunatic. I’m sorry I love you so much.” 

- “Katsu please hurry please. I-I’m so scared. Please.” 

- “I can see our building don’t worry-” 

-A loud thud came from the kitchen and only a few seconds later something rammed into the bedroom door ripping another whimper from your throat. 

- “Oh my god Katsu he’s in our house!!” 

- “Y/N, dolly, why are you making this so difficult my love? I just want” *thud* “to love you” *thud* “the way you” *thud* “DESERVE!”

-In one finally push your dresser was finally knocked over as the door creaked slightly open, your ex squeezing through the crack a laugh and a breathy moan of your name escaping his lips as he stepped inside.  

- “Katsuki I lo-” 

-The only thing that Katsuki could hear was your scream as he barreled up the stairs to your apartment. 

-He was gonna skin that bastard alive for hurting you and then he would skin himself alive for allowing this to happen. 

-He will never forget the look of pure terror in your eyes as you ex was pining you on the floor, your eyes darting through the room desperately searching for a way to escape this. 

-Katsuki tackled your assailant, straddling his waist as he let punch after punch connect with the bastard's face as you cowered to the far corner of the room. 

-After a few minutes of relentless punching your ex was knocked out cold while Katsuki was cradling you to his chest, rubbing circles onto your scalp as you sobbed in his chest. 

-You don’t remember much of what happened later, too exhausted to process anything and too comfortable in Katsuki’s arms as he led you to Kirishima’s house to spend the night. 

-He refused to take you to a hotel, he thought you would feel safer in a familiar environment. 

-Kiri left you two alone as Katsuki prepared a bath and a change of clothes. 

- “Katsu…” 

-His name left your lips as a mere whisper and it broke his heart. 

- “I can’t go back to our house...He had been in there….he had taken pictures I-I” 

- “Shh it’s alright. It was getting kinda small for us anyways. Shh Don’t worry about it.” 

- “I’m sorry Katsu, I’m so sorry.” 

-It would take a lot of hard work to build up your sense of safety and he knew it but he was ready to give it his all for you. 

- “No need to apologize baby. You know I would do anything for you and your safety and I’ll be here next to you now matter what. I love you and I will never stop. You kinda have my wrapped around your finger, woman.” 

-You let out a weak giggle followed by an “I love you” of your own and a little peck on the lips, as you snuggled close to him, his arms bringing you safely to his chest in a way to calm your nerves. 

-You really did have wrapped around your finger.

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Jake and Amy single parents AU.

Pretty please! :))

oh! Oh, I strangely love this one!

- Amy is a police-widow with little Mac (no, Teddy was not the father, it was a non-canon detective), while Jake is at the better end of a really messy divorce from Sofia, who very quickly handed over all alimony of Maya to him to focus on her career.

-Amy tries her best to juggle the newly single parent life with her full-time position running a bookshop, while Jake is not too happy about having to bring Maya in to the precinct all the time, but it can’t be helped (and Scully makes a surprisingly good babysitter). The squad’s had his back through the entire break-up, and they all love his little girl to bits, so at least she won’t be missing the family aspect in her life - and will always have an amazing female role model in her Auntie Rosa, who’s already planning to teach her Spanish just so she can trashtalk her dad with her without Jake knowing

- Mac + Maya meet at daycare and absolutely hit it off, despite the age difference of two years. Mac has apparently seen another curly headed toddler and immediately decided to brother the sh*t out of her. He takes her along to all his games and helps her pick colours for her pictures and shares his apple slices with her in exchange for a bit of sandwich (which is much nicer anyway).

- the daycare workers absolutely adore the little duo, and can’t help remarking how much they look like siblings anyway. So of course Jake has to meet the mom of the adorable little boy who always bring his daughter over to him for pickup by holding her hand.

- he’s a bit afraid of having to deal with the usual “Aw they’re little boyfriend and girlfriend” comments he’s expecting, but obviously Amy is having none of that. Instead, she tells him how glad she is that Mac has found a little friend to protect. “He’s always trying to protect everyone so much, ever since his dad... well...”

- (Jake knew, distantly, that she was the widow of one of his colleagues from another precinct, but apart from the usual condolences they’d all sent it had never really registered in his mind that there was a wife and a child left behind.)

- “Oh well Maya is so happy too. She’s a bit shy and scared at the moment, so having a big friend help her get out of her shell is great. Your little boy is a sweetheart, too.”

- Amy smiles at him, and he’s pretty sure his heart should not be doing what it’s doing, so he beats it down and tries his best to ignore it. Which is hard, because she smiles at him a lot in the coming months when they meet up for playdates, Mac over excited to show Maya all his favourite spots at the park or the coolest fish at the aquarium.

- Jake moans during one of their meet-ups about a case that has been dragging on forever and is going to need an allnighter to finally be solved, and his partner Boyle is really trying his best alone, but he’s the primary on it and- it feels great to talk about it with someone who understands, outside of his squad, even if Amy sometimes nods with the saddest look on her face when he mentions parts of his job. But she offers him last minute babysitting if he ever needs it, considering her job finishes promptly at 5pm each day, and he can’t help but take her offer when another case hits that needs him on a stake out at 10pm.

- so Maya gets a lovely sleepover with Mac, and Amy gets the biggest box of her favourite pralines as a thank you, because Jake has never, not once, given Maya to a babysitter to go to his job without feeling remorse and guilt, not even his own mom, but he had to deal with none of that when Maya gladly ran up the stairs to Amy’s place where Mac was already shouting her name.

- needless to say that Amy and Jake become the great friends they always are over time. He brings coffee and muffins to their park playdates, and she brings over frozen meals from Mac’s abuela for kid movie marathons at Jake’s place. They know each other’s schedules to help out with the kids, Jake has convinced everyone in his friend group and workplace to only buy books at her store from now on, and Amy is already planning the christmas gift she needs to pack for Maya and her daddy.

- it would be a nice, supportive friendship of equals, and a good help in their single parent life, if it wasn’t for the fact that Jake realised about three playdates in that he was falling for Amy faster than a shooting star. It took her a little longer, but realisation hit when she was packing Mac’s lunchbox, her own lunchbox, and Maya’s lunchbox too after a sleepover, and subconsciously already wanted to bag up a fourth set of sandwiches with some gummy bears and a soda thrown in for good measure.

- Rosa tells him to ‘grow a pair and ask her out, she sounds perfect for both you and Maya’ when Jake confides in her. And that is rare praise coming from Diaz, because no one is good enough for Maya in her eyes, sometimes not even Jake himself. But he can’t take advantage of Amy’s friendship like that, not when it risks losing both her and Mac for Maya... and there is always the underlying fear that Maya will bond with a new woman in her life and be left behind yet again if they don’t work out, just like with her mom, whose biggest contribution to her life since the divorce has been the alimony payments each month.

- Kylie, meanwhile, warns Amy not to risk too much when she confides in her. She sadly remembers the many days she had to spend at her friend-coworker’s side after the funeral, cleaning out half of a closet and half of a shared home, basically. She’d been hoping that Amy would find love again, maybe in a few years time, but when she heard the news about her ‘great new friend’ being a detective himself, her heart dropped because she knew what that might be heading towards, and Amy very much shares her fears. She’d vowed to an absolute ‘no cops’ rule for her planned restart of dating in two years, perfectly scheduled with Mac’s start of school.

- as it is, both of them dance around their emotions in a perfectly synchronised waltz while still getting closer and closer as friends and parents, to the point that the daycare workers don’t even bat an eye anymore when Amy brings both Mac and Maya in, or when Jake picks both of them up into his arms with an excited ‘ready for ice cream and games?!’ before they meet up with Amy for a Coney Island afternoon.

- until one day, when the daycare offers a ‘star gazing sleep over’ event after the story of the stars and night sky was the theme of the week, and it falls right on the day Amy and Jake were planning to take the kids to a movie. “We could still go.” Jake mumbles while Maya runs into the daycare center, not shy at all anymore, and Mac follows her. “You want to go see Paddington’s Big Adventure... without the kids?” Amy jokes, but he looks so serious. “No, of course not, but I mean - we - uh - we both got the evening off now, don’t we? I told my captain I won’t be in no matter what. Seems like a waste of time just going home. We could see that period drama you talked about, that will definitely get an Oscar?”

- Amy hesitates only for a second, but they do go. They watch the drama that Jake has to admit is pretty damn good for a movie where nothing explodes or is set on fire, and that praise does not only come from the fact that Amy grabbed his hand with a gasp during a particularly emotional scene, and then kind of forgot to let go afterwards.

- but then the movie ends and Jake still doesn’t want to go home. Neither does Amy, apparently, because she offers up an ‘amazing 24h diner’ around the corner for some late night snacks, during which they laugh and flick chocolate chips at each other and end up blushing like mad when the waitress comments on what a ‘cute couple’ they are.

- he walks her to her front door, and they both kinda don’t know what to do as they say goodbye, because this kind of date night should usually end on a kiss, but it wasn’t really a date, was it, they would’ve taken the kids along if it hadn’t been for the day care event, and-

- “Ames, I’m - this is terrifying, but I think I’ll hate myself even more for not ever saying anything - and, and, I kind of, maybe, I think you might also-” She takes his hand again, a lot softer than she did in the cinema. “I think this is the kind of talk that needs a coffee and a good couch.”

- That’s how they end up at her place that Jake already knows so well from bringing Maya over, from the perfectly styled bookcases down to the absolute mess of a playroom that is Mac’s kingdom. They both grip their coffee cups tightly as they talk it all out, about what they’re afraid of, what they would risk if they gave ‘them’ a try.

- “I wouldn’t ever want to put Mac through losing another cop-dad even if it wasn’t from work, and I won’t let Maya lose another mom.” “Me neither. And I promised Mac I’d never forget his papa, but... I can clearly see him love his new daddy, too. He already looks up to you so much. He wants a flannel shirt for christmas.” “Maya introduced you as Mama Amy to one of my aunties. Which was quite a thing to explain.” Amy laughs, and then smiles at him, and his heart does that thing again, like it has been doing for months now, but this time he doesn’t beat it down. This time he lets it lead him to lean in for the most careful kiss, a kiss that Amy gladly returns, just as carefully.

- they agree to take things slow, be mindful, not drop it on the kids immediately or rush into things from the pressure of friends or family.

- and then three months later Amy finds the perfect apartment for the four of them, and Jake aks Gina and Rosa for ring preferences and proposal tips, and ‘slow and mindful’ has flown out the window the second Maya brought home a picture she did with Mac at daycare showing their little ‘family’ before Amy or Jake had even talked to them about their possible dating.

- Maya grows up with her Mama teaching her Spanish along with Auntie Rosa, and an abuela and abuelo who love to spoil her with Cuban sweets just as much as her big brother. Mac gets to ride along in his Daddy’s police car sometimes, and hears stories about his brave Papa from his colleagues. His auntie Gina is so proud of him for taking care of his little sister the way she took care of her little brother too. And Jake gets to see Amy smile all the time now, and knows it’s him and their kids that is making her smile so much.

[ozzy-bozzy]

Afternoon at the Skatepark

Reki x Reader x Langa

desc. You and the boys head to the skatepark to hang out after work

genre. Fun friendly fluff :D

warnings. nopee

word count. 1.6k

a/n: heyyy heh... back w another fic :3 i TOLD yall I would jump on Sk8 and write fics for it !! but alas, per tradition, I wrote this while sleep deprived and constantly doubting my writing so enjoy. if the ending or literally anything sounds weird blame it on me getting no sleep ever but also constantly being asleep

You listened to the occasional passing car, the sound of your own breathing, and the tapping of your foot louder. The quiet music playing in the shop began to annoy you as it started looping for about the third time during today’s shift. You had just finished wiping down the front counter, slowly rolling a tech deck back and forth with your fingers. You leaned your head on your other hand and sighed, looking up at the clock for the umpteenth time. Soon your shift would be over, and you could go home and relax. By the second you were starting to regret covering for your coworker’s shift.

You worked in a rather popular skate shop in town. You loved the aesthetic of the shop; posters, skateboards, and printed shirts lined the walls. You remember walking in on the first day and immediately falling in love. The owner was so happy to see how excited you were for work. 

Smiling back at the memory, you did a little ollie on the desk, accidentally sending it flying when the front door swung open, fluffy bright auburn and baby blue hair immediately catching your eye. Their conversation immediately halted when Reki turned and made eye contact with you. You both paused, staring at each other, before he ran across the shop floor and almost jumped up on the counter, with the brightest eyes,

“I didn’t know you were working today!” he cried out at you,

“Ah! Yeah… I’m covering a coworker’s shift, she couldn’t make it…” you sheepishly rubbed the back of your neck when Langa stepped up,

“You look...really bored…” You just blinked up at him, slowly becoming embarrassingly flushed.

“Is your shift almost over?” Reki had sloped down against the counter, his fingers now playing with the tech deck. You nodded at his question.

“Yeah, I’ve been bored for hours and I can’t wait to leave” You sighed, and Reki jumped back up

“Hey! If your shift is just about over, why don’t you come with us to hang out afterward?”

“I don't…”

“It’ll be fun! Right, Langa?”

“...yeah, and besides… you could probably use it” He gave you a small smile that you couldn’t help but return.  Reki was beating his fingers against the counter, waiting for your answer,

“Okay, okay sure yeah why not. You guys can hang out for about fifteen more minutes and then I can go grab my stuff from the back.” Reki started to cheer. 

Reki pushed away from the counter and immediately went over to look at the boards. Langa watched the skateboard toy roll across the counter when Reki let go of it, and then turned to look around the store. He was looking around at all the colorful posters, graphic hoodies, and signed shirts from famous bands or skaters. He could definitely see why Reki kept going on and on about bringing him here. 

“You know, Langa, you can put your bag down behind the counter so you don’t have to carry it around” You offered your hand out to him, and his eyes were stuck staring at your form. You cocked your head to the side when he didn’t answer, and he seemingly snapped out of it, his pale cheeks flushing,

“Sorry... And thank you” He handed you his shoulder bag and while you bent over to put it away, he fiddled with his fingers,

“Hey, I’m actually really excited to see you skate with us, I hope you can teach me something new or give me some tips” You jolted back up and Reki burst into a fit of laughter before coming back to lean on Langa’s shoulder,

“Ohoho! I almost forgot to mention!” You immediately tried to signal him to shut the hell up, but Reki being the little troublemaker he is, chose to ignore you,

“Our dear friend here doesn’t know how to skate!” You sighed. Yeah, you didn’t know how to skate. You worked in a skate shop and really loved your job, but you didn’t know how to skate. Your friends and coworkers always liked to tease you for it, and you always meant to learn, but never actually did. 

You shrunk in on yourself, muddled in your embarrassment when Langa let out a small laugh,

“Yeah yeah, I get it, the girl who works in a skate shop doesn’t know how to stake. Big deal. You don't have to rub it in—”

“No no, that’s not why I’m laughing. I don't know how to skate either. Reki is teaching me”

“Wait, really?” he nods. “I never could have guessed!”

You two smiled at each other and Reki laughed again, before going back to admire the trucks on a board he had picked up off the shelf. 

Once your shift ended, you and the boys headed out of the shop. You were headed to the local skatepark, but in the middle of explaining the plans, Reki and Langa’s stomach grumbled, so first, you were off to get some lunch. 

After debating on what to get for lunch, and then debating what to order after Reki’s teasing, you guys had ended up at the skatepark. Reki did a quick stretch and quickly jumped on his board, climbing the quarter pipe effortlessly. You watched in awe, never able to understand how he could skate so easily. Langa pulled out his board and passed you, setting his things down before walking closer to the ramp. You followed him, and Reki offered you his hand. You reached for him, and he pulled you up, sitting pressed to his side while he hooked his board on the rim using the back wheels. Kicking his feet, he ponders to himself while Langa waits for him to speak up.

“Oh, oh! I know! How about you keep working on that practice routine I showed you yesterday, it’ll definitely help in your next beef!” Langa seemed to think it over a bit, before nodding and skating off to find more space.

“Routine…?” You ask,

“Mhmm! I’m trying to get him to learn more tricks and tactics so he can win more beefs at ‘S’. He can’t just keep taping his feet to the board if he means to keep skating.”

“Ohh, well he seems to be doing just fine!”

“He’s improved really fast, he doesn’t fall as much anymore—” Right when he said that, Langa let out a yelp and fell flat on his back, his board flying out from under him, “That being said, he still falls occasionally. Hey, Langa! Why don’t you come take a break and I’ll skate around for a bit?” Langa nodded and skated over to the quarter pipe while Reki stood, gliding down and heading towards the grind rails to practice his own tricks. 

Langa took his spot next to you, leaning back and closing his eyes, taking in the nice weather. You turned to him and smiled,

“You’re getting really good! I don't know how you manage to ride it so easily even though you’re still learning”

Langa blinked at you silently, and sheepishly rubbed his neck,

“Thanks… You know I’m sure if you gave it a try you would be pretty good yourself.”

“Ahh! I appreciate the thought! But, I’ve already..kinda..attempted...In the past, and it just didn’t seem to work out in the past. I’m much more content providing you and Reki and people like you two with gear and good customer service..” Reki skated his way over.

“Nope! You’re trying again.”

“Wait wh— “

“Come on! Slide down!”

Langa gave you a gentle push, before sliding down the ramp himself and Reki pulled

you over by the hands to his board. You hesitantly put one foot on the board but you could feel your legs start to shake when you try to lift off the ground. Langa came up next to you and offered you his hand. Gripping it, you managed to stand on the board. He slowly tried to let your hands go so you could balance on your own, but once you were totally on your own you swung your arms around until finding balance. Actually standing on the board felt… weirdly nice. It wasn’t as scary as you first thought, especially after taking the initiative to start. You heard Reki call your name, snapping his fingers. He stood a good few feet in front of you, his arms outstretched, waiting to catch you,

“Well? Come on! Kick off the ground and push yourself over here”

“Reki I can’t—”

“Sure you can!” Like it didn’t even need to be said, Langa put his hand on the small of your back and slowly pushed you to give you a head start. That’s when you started losing your balance. You glided forward towards Reki on the board, and not knowing how to stop, you started shifting your weight and you heard Langa start to say something and turned to look at him when the board flew out from under your feet and you fell back into Reki’s arms. His arms hooked under yours, holding your top half up against him. Langa starts to panic, asking if you’re okay or hurt. For someone who gets hurt from learning to skate on the regular, he sure does worry when someone else gets hurt. 

Your gaze just shifts between the two, one more worried than the other, but still worried. Your face cracks into a grin and you start laughing, pushing yourself up to stand properly in Reki’s hold. You grasp his hands in yours, and bring them up,

“Please teach me to skate!!”

The two boys stopped, their faces changing from concerned to confused, before lighting up. You had never seen them smile brighter.