#yeah he's doing that with the lighter in purpose

[whorelaud]

꒦꒷ 𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 dirty little secret ¡

pairing police officer!bfb!Jun-ho x brat!reader

summary Jun-ho catches you red handed, what other way to teach you a lesson than to take advantage of the situation and arrest you, then fuck the attitude out of you? 

warnings smut, unprotected p in v, public sex, oral (f recieving), dirty talk, praise & degradation, jun-ho putting you in handcuffs, car sex (against it), mention of reader briefly smoking

Someone like yourself should not accompany Jun-ho's head as one frequently does. Yet, there he was, leisurely stroking his hard cock, while reminiscing over the sheepish smile you flashed him earlier, one that shall be deemed innocent, not something he fantasizes about at the dim of midnight. 

He tried, he really did strive to keep a distance, avoid the proximity of your touch when your arm in the slightest bit brushes over his, constantly reminding himself that you were forbidden, someone he could merely admire from afar, as you were his best friend's little sister. 

Jun-ho oughts to respect his friend's wishes, aware how much he cared for you, never missing a chance to scold you whenever you'd engage in any malice acts. Jun-ho would sit back and watch, oddly entertained by your witty attitude, and the way your face would twist with venom, the action so attractive, he fought the urge to arrest you for it. 

It was a dirty, filthy fantasy, the desire to fuck you senseless while you desperately grind down on his cock, to put handcuffs on you and pound into you from behind, where he'd see your ass bounce with each thrust stretching your needy hole. However, all he could do was stroke himself and pretend it was your little fingers doing it instead, in hopes of it actually happening, well aware you were out of his league, way out of his orbit. 

That escalated, when he randomly spotted you in the middle of the woods while he was on duty. He frowned upon seeing you tangled in a bush, with a lit blunt firmly in between your lips. He hesitated over approaching you, doing it with haste, as he deliberately exited the car, afraid he was mistaking you for someone else, but no, it was you. 

He could recognize you from a mile away, not even the bush of weed covering the majority of your face could change that. The boy aimed the flashlight in your direction, halting before he muttered your name, causing you to freeze in your spot. 

The lighter in your hold drops to the floor, leaving you fisting nothing but your manicured fingernails as they dug into the flesh. Your blood ran cold, and you suddenly felt helpless, as a rush of embarrassment washed over you. 

Your eyes fluttered shut, hoping this would be a dream, one of your stupid little thoughts, but no, it was really him; Jun-ho. Yeah, you're screwd. 

Why did he of all people have to see you like this; when you do idiotic stuff out of pure stress. You've been overwhelmed the whole day, uncapable of cheering up, till you randomly found a joint lying around in your drawer, leading to you tippy toeing out of the house, and heading towards your go-to place when you wanted to smoke. 

Typically, no cops hung around the area, but today, life had other plans for you, ones not so bad. 

"Is that you?" He continued his unfinished sentence from earlier, gaze shifting down to the joint you smushed to the floor. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jun-ho!" You squealed with fake excitement, stumbling as you stood to your feet. "What are you doing here?" 

"Jus' doing my job, an' you?" One of his brows curled with suspicion, hand finding the curve of his hip. "What's a girl like you doing out here? Aren't you afraid something might happen to you?" 

"A girl like me? C'mon, you think I can't handle myself?" you scoffed, tone hinted with sarcasm. You dusted the dirt off your skirt, leaning down with a purpose, in hopes of Jun-ho stealing a glance at your pink lace-panties, covering nothing, and exposing the shell of your ass. "Besides, you're the one who looks afraid."

"Yeah, obviously," he admitted with shame, stammering out of frustration. "What will your brother say when he knows you're out at such a late hour?" 

"Relax, old man, I'll be fine." You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Unless you decide to snitch on me..." 

That shoots blood through his veins, clenching his jaw over your attempt to get under his skin. He knows what you were doing, aware of your intentions to mess with him, and fool his already hazy brain into thinking your tone was flirtatious. 

"Get in the car," he demanded, dismissing you with his chin as he took a few steps in your direction, eyes narrowing when he took a whiff of the stiff air. "Were you smoking?" 

"No." You swiftly shook your head, though your tense expression gave the lie away. 

"Yes you were," he insists, directing the flashlight to your feet, and bending down when he spotted the freshly lit blunt now flattened to the floor. "Have you not learned your lesson? How many times did your brother tell you not to smoke? Marijuana, of all things."

"It's one time thing!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms up in the air. "Don't hold it against me, I was stressed. Now, please don't tell my brother, you know how he gets when he's angry." 

"You think I'll let you off easily?" He muttered, statement somewhat threatening. "I can arrest you for this, you know drugs are illegal, right?"

"But you won't," you tried to cut through the tension heaving the air, attempt falling short when it didn't crack a smile out of the latter. "You're not going to arrest me for that."

"Try me." He clicked his teeth, standing with his chest to your back. He hesitated to reach for your arm, fingers deliberately clutching around your wrist, forcing your forearm to the low of your back. 

Jun-ho repeated the action with your other hand, a breath knocking out of your chest when the sound of a click erupted through your ears, ringing as he locked the handcuffs in place, loose yet firm around your wrists. 

"Wait, you're being for real?" Your eyes widened with shock, an inaudible gasp escaping your throat when he led you towards the car, using the arm to your shoulder to push through the muddy road. "Get these off of me, this is not funny, Jun-ho!"

"Never said it was." He snorted, pinning you to the hood of the car, and fumbling through his pockets to seek the keys hidden in there. "You've been such a bad girl, need someone to do somethin' abour it." 

Your stomach churns with butterflies, somehow turned on by the statement. His tone, it was low, hushed, full of lust deep under all the lies he'd force through his teeth. 

Jun-ho is hot, you weren't one to deny that, however, your insides stirred with more than passing emotions that confuse you whole everytime he was around. Heat radiated off your entire body, the in between your legs specifically, and your knees went jelly, seizing control of your body once you leaned down, till your chest pressed to the hood of the car. 

The action earns a scowl out of the brunet, feigning oblivion to the way his cock twitched in his pants when his gaze landed on your lace panties, now peaking from underneath your skirt. The scene left little to the imagination, he wanted nothing more than to pull the thin fabric of your underwear to side, and pound into you till you no longer were able to coherent normal words out; only able to remember his name through your fuzzy, fucked out brains. 

"What are you doing?" He questioned, forcing his eyes back on your face, bent to the side as you tried to steal a glimpse at him from over your shoulder. 

"Obeying your orders," you mumbled, "I've been a bad girl, officer, need you to do something about it." 

You wiggled your ass around, till the material of your skirt rid up, revealing the plush flesh hidden underneath. The faint moonlight lightly beamed over the skin, creating a small shadow that would've gone unnoticed if Jun-ho's gaze wasn't burning into your soul. 

"Want me to do something about it?" He repeated through a breath, voice shaky, desperate like a loser getting his dick wet for the first time. "Fuck, you can't pull shit like this an' expect me to hold back." 

"Don't hold back." You whispered, lips gaping in a moan when his leg pressed to your heat, patience wearing thin as he resisted the urge to tear your panties apart. "You want this too, don't you?" 

"Quit talkin'," He grunted, hand instantly landing on your ass. He almost shuddered, squeezing the fatty skin in between his fingers, then using the pressure of the touch to spread your cheeks out, and fix his gaze on the thin fabric of your panties now drenched with your juices. "Fuck, look at you, such a wet mess for me. Is this turning you on, huh? You enjoy getting humiliated to filth?" 

You mewled at the words, almost yelping when his fingertips grazed over your clothed clit, instantly growing sensetive from the touch. Jun-ho was fully hard now, the fabric of his pants growing tight. 

The sight was out of the world, better than his deepest fantasies, and the pornos he jerked off to while imagining you instead. Your pussy was calling out his name, craving to be touched, by him and him only. 

Jun-ho did not hesitate to drop to his knees, hot breath fanning over the flesh, as he leisurely tugged your panties down, letting them fall once they were loose around your knees. His fingers then travelled to your sides, clutching the waistband of your skirt, and using the elastic to push it up until it's levelled with your waist. 

Goosebumps broke out across your body when his thumb found your slick folds, gliding it from your entrance to your clit, with the purpose of spreading your juices around. 

You were so wet, he could easily slide a finger inside, and that thought alone had no reason making him this hard, underwear wet with a patch of pre-cum.  

"You need to be taught a lesson." He mouthed, lips mere inches away from your cunt. "So desperate and needy for me." 

"Mhmm." You hummed out, eyes falling shut when he planted an open-mouthed kiss to the back of your thigh. "'That feel good."

"Yeah?" He hushed out, littering wet, sloppy kisses to your thighs, trailing a path up to the inner part connecting to your folds. His thumb relaxed over your sensitive nub, leaving you no time to process the gesture before positioning his mouth to your folds. 

Your body jerked with pleasure, hands grasping into nothing as they sat in place beneath the fabric of your skirt, the sensation of his tongue causing you to crumble, as he searched through your folds like a man starved. 

"Fuck!" You whined, arching your back to chase after the fraction of his tongue swirling down from your entrance, to your clit. 

"There you are, that's my good girl." He muffled against your soaked cunt, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive nub, too drunk on your pussy juices to comprehend his surroundings, nor the fact that you were still in public. "Such a pretty pussy, only for me to fuck and worship."

A thrill of excitement rushed through your insides, the idea of getting caught increasing your arousal. Jun-ho was no good guy, but he wasn't a bad person either. He did his utmost to follow the rules; however, he was willing to risk it all, lose his job just to have you trembling underneath him while he fucks your needy hole with his tongue. 

Jun-ho's tongue swirled through your folds, now mixed with your arousal and his spit. He leisurely began increasing the pace, slowly but surely, till it was no longer bearable, with your own climax building up. 

He licked a stripe of your entrance, tongue moving up and down, till his mouth landed on your clit. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to your nub, making you yelp everytime his teeth would graze over the sensitive flesh. The latter took your fuzzy state for granted, flicking his tongue against your clit, overstimulating you whole, and spiraling a rush of adrenaline through your veins. 

"Jun-ho!" You mewled out, blinking through hooded eyes. You were sure bruises formed around your wrists by now, the repetitive contact of skin creating an uncomfortable, yet pleasurable sensation. "I'm so– I'm so cl–"

Your statement was soon interrupted when Jun-ho suddenly halted, stepping back to steal a glance at your achy cunt, now coated with his spit, as some of it trickles down your legs with a purpose. 

"Don't." He warned, giving your ass a squeeze, using the force of the gesture to tumble himself up. "Don't you dare fuckin' come, you hear me? I'm not done with you." 

"Well then hurry up." You coaxed through a breath, chest pressing against the hood of the car, making you feel dirty. "What are you waiting for?"

"Relax, doll, don't you want me to take care of you?" Jun-ho questioned, tone teasing, full with cockiness. "Wanna feel your desperate pussy clenching around me, y'know how long I'been waiting for that?"

Jun-ho wasted no time, unbuckling his belt, and messily undoing the buttons to his pants. He barely managed to tug the material down, striving to get it off with one of his hands, all while still squeezing and kneading the fatty flesh of your ass. 

"So fuckin' pretty n' perfect, hell, I can't believe I finally have you to myself." He grunted as your ass perked up, chasing after the fraction of his fingers. "Mhm, such a bratty little slut, using me to get off, huh? You know we can't be doing this." 

"No one will know," you hushed out, teeth digging through your bottom lip. "Jus' please– do something."

That was the only assurance he needed. Jun-ho pulled down his underwear, freeing his throbbing cock from the tight material. He was rock-hard, it was starting to hurt, tip glistening with pre-cum that kept leaking out. 

He lined his dick with your entrance, the sensation earning an audible gasp out of you, though he only inserted the tip inside, going in leisurely. He stroked his cock up and down, your hole, until it was coated with a glossy, wet layer. 

"Fuck," he hissed, lips parting with a shuddered exhale, watching as your cunt clenched around nothing, practically begging to have him inside you. The sight consumed his brain, eating at him alive. He bunched his shirt in a fist, positioning one of his hands on your hip, the gesture a mere act of closure. "Such a needy slut, begging to be fucked." 

He gave you no time to process the statement, thrusting his cock inside in one go. It caught you off gaurd, yelping as he filled your insides, slowly pumping in and out your hole, just until you got used to how big he was. 

"So big..." you trailed off, spit salivating in your mouth. "Feel' s' good." 

"Yeah?" He spoke through an exhale, heat radiating off his entire figure. He continues pounding into you, spreading your cheeks out to get a better view of your pussy as it squelches around him. "You like that? Wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Mhm." You desperately nodded, letting your eyes force shut. "Please, please, please, Jun-ho pleaseeeee." 

"Keep moaning my name, baby." He muttered through gritted teeth, reaching for your waist from beneath your shirt. "Show me who you belong to." 

Both of you were too far gone to care about anything other than his cock as he buries himself inside you. His thrusts increased in pace, and you could not have felt any better, he was so good at what he does, you almost felt jealous of all the other girls he's done this with. 

Jun-ho's arms sneaked their way around your waist, applying enough pressure to pull you up, until your back pressed to his firm chest. The gesture gave the latter more access to your entrance, now able to insert himself deeper, thought it felt impossible. 

His hands kept busy throughout the entire time, fingers landing on your cleavage, before he tucked down the collar of your shirt, to reveal your chest, freeing out your tits to the chilly air. He rolled and pinched at your nipples, kneading it afterwards to soothe away any pain.

Jun-ho's cock pulsed in and out of you, loud breaths filling the air, the atmosphere heavy with desire. He knew exactly what to do, how to please you, how to make you forget the guilt washing over your chest. You couldn't believe it; your dirty fantasies finally coming true, though it didn't feel real whatsoever. 

"Such a whore, offering yourself to me in public?" He stifled out a snort, fisting your hair in between his large digits. "Want me to fuck you here so everyone could see how desperate you are? Hmm, I guess you're not such a good girl after all." 

Your climax approached within every passing second, his hard cock pounding into you doing things to you. It was out of this world, no words could describe the rush of pleasure you were experiencing in the moment. 

"You' close?" He asked, noticing how shaky your legs got under him. "Come for me, sweet girl." 

The following few seconds fixed on you, not long before you came undone, announcing your own orgasm once your legs trembled with pleasure, overstimulated by the fraction of his cock deep and raw inside you. 

"Mhm, there she is." He grunted in your ear, walking you through your high, and his own arousal. "Wanna finish inside you, and make a mess out of your tight pretty hole." 

"Please." You obliged, throwing your head back, with one of your hands landing over his; where it laid flat on your chest. 

His thrusts grew wet and sloppy, coming inside you once his cock kisses your cervix, painting your walls white with his cum. The warmness of his sperm filled up your hole, earning a ragged breath out of the latter, finishing with a hefty groan. 

He took a pause, a smile tugging at his lips when his gaze shifted to you. You scoffed at the cocky grin smothered all over his face, suddenly growing flustered, as heat flushed your face. 

"Why are you staring?" You asked, tiredly fluttering your eyes shut. 

"No reason," he dismissed, caressing the skin around your waist. "You jus' look pretty." 

"Shut up." You attempted to shove him off, action falling short when your attention trailed to your cuffed wrists. "Can you get these off of me?" 

"Hmm," he trailed off, bending down to level his face with yours. He planted a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, whispering out his next words. 

"Only if you say please." 

It felt like a dream; a fever dream. And if this did truly happen, no one were to find out, especially your brother, that's for sure. 

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Class 1A boys random headcanons ──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA

Summary: random thing they do or say as your boyfriend*.•

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

He tries making you food just to be nice, but he doesn’t really know how so he just brings you something easy like instant noodles and say “it’s the thought that counts!”

He use to be insecure of his freckles and the only reason he isn’t now is because you kiss them all the time!

he draws you all the time, he hangs them all up in his room so when you hang out with him you tease him about being so obsessed with you which he blushes too

He lets you put his fluffy hair in pigtails sometimes!

He does a stupid dance everytime he beats you in something, a game, a training exercise or something like that. You say it’s cute which makes him flustered~

KATSUKI~

Claims he doesn’t cry at all but in reality he cries in front of you all the time, and ONLY you

He has some hearing loss from his quirk so sometimes he doesn’t hear you walking up to him so you have to kiss him to get his attention

He kisses the back of your hand, not to be a ‘gentleman’ or anything he is just too timid to kiss your face sometimes

His face is always so stern but when you two are alone his face soften SO MUCH. It relaxes into a small smile when he is alone with you

He lights candles for you with tiny explosions, sometimes it doesn’t work and he gets embarrassed for failing so he will just melt it instead! (You don’t really care but if you did he would get you a new one)

SHOTO~

he also lights candles for you, and it actually works. So he gets a bunch of candles for you just so he can light them all for you. He threw away your lighter so you have to ask him

He heats up his hands ever so slightly when he touches you to warm you up. You call him your heating pad LOL. He also gives you massages after training with warm hands as to not hurt you

He normally doesn’t want to even mention his scar but with you he literally asks to kiss it when he feels down about it~ which you always do!

He lets you paint his nails, he also does not care what colors. He just likes spending the time it takes to paint them with you, he normally gossips with you while you paint them~

TENYA~

whenever he is talking to you he sometimes gets so comfortable to the point he will speak incredibly fast! You have to put your hands on his cheeks and tell him to slow down

He reads to you, even if you say no he does it anyways. He says it’s for learning purposes but in reality he just wants to spend time with you

He tries showing off his intelligence with you. “Give me any equation and I am confident I will know how to solve it!”

He sometimes forgets he wears glasses, he falls asleep with them on sometimes so you have to take them off for him. Sometimes he puts his head in your neck but his glasses get in the way which makes him whine and tear them off so he could actually cuddle into you~

He’s so proud of you sometimes he brags about you at random times. “Have you seen y/n? Yeah we are DATING!”

EIJIROU~

He wants to give you love bites sometimes but he knows his teeth are sharp so he’s scared too

His quirk sometimes makes his hands and arms dry from overuse so he asks you what to do about it and you told him to just try moisturizer. he made you put it on him because he likes your warm touch! (Not in a weird way!?)

He lets you draw on him, it doesn’t matter if your bad at drawing or not he likes being your ‘canvas’ he says. As long as you let him draw on you too. It’s normally just dumb faces like ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ or something like that LOL

He is SO WHINY, like extremely whiny! Even in front of his friends, if he wants something from you he’s gunna whine till he gets it. “Y/NNNNNNNNNNN GIVE ME A KITHHHHH” “dude lower your voice people are gunna thing your weird *kiss*”

Whenever he is yapping to you about god knows what he sometimes stutters unintentionally which makes him stop talking for like 5 minutes due to embarrassment. “So t..th.Then…..” “Uhm you ok?” “…” “Your not gunna talk anymore huh?” “*Shakes head*”

DENKI~

he pulls the dumbest faces and then asks you if you still think he’s cute- like “hey y/n am I still cute?(o_O)” “no you look dumb stop it” “fine…”

He shocks you but not on purpose, in general he has so much static electricity coming off of him that he can’t control so sometimes if you reach to play with his hair you’ll get shocked. He apologizes over and over and ‘kisses it better’

He lets you put make up on him, you don’t even have to wear make up yourself and he’s down. You make him look like a princess and he loves it- “I’m beautiful!!!”

He’s very needy which is obvious. He gets so needy for attention that sometimes he will just follow you around school waiting for you to atleast hug him~

SERO~

He loves arts and crafts (LOL) he likes making home made cards for you instead of buying them from a store. He also likes building things with you like bird houses n such. He’s a great tape dispenser so he’s good at it☺️

He’s really good at puzzles so if your doing something like a rubix cube or just a normal puzzle and you get stuck he always helps you!

He leaves love notes for you everywhere, in your bag, on your desk, in your locker or even in your books. He isn’t the best with words but it’s still cute that he tries

TOKOYAMI~

He gets jealous of dark shadow, he always makes you laugh. So in return he banishes dark shadows for a while so he can have alone time with you (aka to cuddle)

He drags his beak through your hair instead of playing with it with his hands, he basically preens you but refuses to admit that’s what he’s doing-

He’s insecure, it is kinda weird that he has a bird head but you don’t let that get in the way. You cover his beak with kisses hoping it’ll make him feel better

He made you a necklace out of one of his feathers, now you wear it everywhere and people either think it’s adorable or cringy

I’ve said it before he is really fluffy so whenever you cuddle you start playing with his feather. He says he doesn’t care but if you don’t he begs you to. “Can you? You know?” “What” “You always play with my feathers?” “Aww you want me to play with your feathers!?” “Yeah.”

AOYAMA~

Behind closed doors he ditches the whole self centered thing and is fixed onto you. While you guys cuddle in privet you could hear him saying “you are so very dazzling! Just as much as me~” or “you are like a shining star! So pretty…” (out of character again but IDC I headcanon him to be a sweetheart!)

Whenever he gets a stomach ache from overusing his power he MAKES you give him a tummy rub, he will force your hand above his stomach and wait for you to sooth him

He wears make up so he lets you do looks on him. If you do good enough he will wear it for the day but most of the time it doesn’t meet his standards LOL

Similar with nails, he lets you paint them whatever color you want and he will keep them on. He doesn’t care as much abt his nails then he does his face-

He loves when you play with his hair, like really loves it. Whenever you play with his hair or give him a scalp massage he just sits there like ^0^. Seriously his mouth will hang open without him realizing. You have to close his mouth manually with your finger

OJIRO~

He lets you play with his tail, you just pet it whenever you want but you have to be careful because his tail is a little ticklish. He will swat you away if it starts to tickle

He Carries your bags for you, he’s a gentleman like that! he does it just to be nice but if you insist on carrying them yourself he won’t stop you!

He sometimes jumps into your arms, as a ‘joke’ which is a lie. Sometimes he just wants to be in your arms! He also finds it hot that you are strong enough to hold him~

He likes when you guys match! Clothes or shoes n such! He thinks it’s cute and we wants everyone to know that y’all r dating!

SATO~

He finds it hot when you call him ‘big boy’ he understands that you don’t do it to shame him but it’s more to flatter him. Like you’ll be having a light breakfast and after he finished he was still hungry so you tease “oh we gotta get more food in you big boy~ wait here I’ll get more!” He blushes so hard over it

He crams his head under your shirt when cuddling, he just likes laying on your stomach ok!

He is a little insecure about his looks, and he is very honest with insecurity so he will just confront you like “y/n I don’t think I look that good today…help?” And you’ll do everything you can to help

Whenever he is injured he milks it so harddd, he will ask you to get him a blanket, or help him eat. “Y/n could you feed this to me? I’m too hurt…” “your arms are fine?” “I know”

He’s the kinda guy to peak over your shoulder while your doing something because he really wants to be apart of it but he’s to scared to ask😭

SHOJI~

The first time you saw his face he was soooo insecure it was really sad, everytime you asked he when like “I don’t think you want to see…this” or “well y/n it’s obvious it isn’t going to look good, it’s probably gunna freak you out”. When he finally did show you he was shocked when you pulled him closer claiming you wanted to “admire his beauty” closer~

Cuddling with him is the best!! He makes a little cocoon around you with his arms! Unless you want to hold him which he also loves!

He insists on holding things for you, everytime you say “I wish I had more hands” he goes “luckily I do!” And takes everything out of your hands

He gets cold easily so sometimes when y’all cuddle he gets freakishly cold and you have to bundle him up like a burrito. You cry over how cute his looks with his mask off in a burrito blanket <3

KOJI~

He talks to you on a regular basis but he almost always leans into your ear, cup it with his hands and whisper instead since he is still very shy, unless you guys are completely alone. Even for the simplest thing; “y/n…do you want water?” “Speak up babe-” “*squealing noise*”

Compliments kill him, like actually last time you called him cute he fainted

He asks you to deal with spiders in his dorm or anywhere. You capture them and release them tho because he feels bad if you just kill them

He leaves you flower petals in random places, you could be looking through your books and notice a flower petal in between two pages~

He back hugs you to cuddle, he’s to scared to be face to face and he’s scared he’s gunna hurt you somehow? You assured him he will never hurt you which makes him feel a little better

Wsg yall!!!! Anywayyyys Next post prob gunna be class 1B cuz again they need more attention 😔

Not proof readdddd!!

[yierrem]

dating headcanons - zzzero men edition (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡

ft. gn!reader x anton ivanov, ben bigger, lighter, von lycaon, wise ; no applicable warnings! my first request (i tried to finish it before christmas in my timezone, but still, merry christmas to the anon who requested this :DD and to those reading!!) hehehhe i hope its good enough｡ﾟ(ﾟ´ω`ﾟ)ﾟ｡

anton ivanov

you cannot look me in the eye and tell me this man isn’t the type to yell “this is for you!” or “if i hit this you give me a kiss” and completely miss whatever target he’s supposed to hit. he hits it. sometimes. he still gets a kiss anyways.

[“dude” “we’re literally dating and you’ve placed your lips on mine do NOT call me dude.” “…babe”]

big on gift giving and words of affirmation in terms of love languages. he makes sure to put a lot of thought into whatever he gives to you to properly convey his appreciation and show just how much you mean to him.

"strong, sincere, and straightforward." he's definitely the type to encourage you to try new things especially when you're the type to get easily nervous. if you're scared of looking stupid, don't worry; he'll do it with you hand-in-hand so you can be stupid together. becomes your no. 1 hype man and would give you his honest opinions whenever you need ‘em.

you see or hear him talking to his jackhammer bro for the most mundane or random things and you've become used to it at this point. its honestly endearing (you're hopeless)

["bro do you think they'd still love me if i was a worm?" "vroom vroom vroom" “you think so?” “vroom” "yeah, you're right."]

ben bigger

scary bear privileges meaning no one wants to mess with you knowing that you're dating someone who cuts such an intimidating presence but you know better than them because ben would much rather use his paws to tap away at a calculator or spreadsheet than willingly get into fights.

on that note, he's most likely to be the best companion for grocery shopping; he'll know how to get all the good discounts and haggle for the best prices for sure.

best cuddle partner to have during colder seasons no. 1. although he puts his fur care second, it's still soft and fuzzy to the touch and he likes that you appreciate the warmth it provides too.

since he struggles with some of his accounting responsibilities due to the size of his paws, sometimes you help him with sorting some of belobog industries' financial documents and eventually you end up finding the task quite relaxing after a while of doing it.

but, of course, he loves spending time with you outside of work. anything to take his mind off of the horrors of accounting. he'll mentally file away anything he learns about you when you're together for future purposes, may it be gift or date ideas.

he's the bear thiren between both of you, but in private he loves cuddling against you like you're some sort of plush toy. you don't mind. another win-win situation because you get to rest against him like a giant pillow as well.

lighter

he tries to be flirty with you and sometimes it works! but when you match his energy and it backfires on him he turns into a blushing mess who doesn’t know what to do with himself.

also the type to want to show off or act all suave. he has an image to keep as the undefeated champion! the red scarf! (he’s internally giggling and kicking his feet from one [1] cheek kiss you left in passing).

date nights with him sometimes consist of drives on his bike and stargazing at a nice little spot he found in blazewood. then halfway through, he’d get distracted from seeing the stars in your eyes and think that its a hundred times better than the real thing and fall in love all over again.

“gets as many challenges as love letters” but he makes sure that you and anyone who tries to make a move know that he only has eyes for you. could be in the form of having an arm around your waist or his jacket on you when you feel cold.

a physical touch and acts of service guy because. well. he did say he’d like to die for love one day. that’s a very romantic thing to say and do. also his heart still races whenever you hold his hand but he swears he’s getting used to it (he isn’t). probably melts when you gently run your fingers over his face or any of his scars

i honestly feel like he's one of those "me and my bae don't argue they just tell me to shut up and i do" types.

von lycaon

an ideal date for him would be a fancy dinner or picnic somewhere nice and discreet. complete with scented candles, your favorite flowers, and homecooked food (which probably tastes better than anything you've ever eaten at any restaurant). then at some point when both of you have finished eating and you're both in conversation, he brings your hand up to his lips and leaves a kiss on your knuckles.

["darling, your face is...concerningly red. are you feeling alright?" "i'm fine. i think."]

you WILL be receiving that prince/princess treatment (threat). breakfast in bed when he isn’t busy, spontaneous massages offered when you mention ONCE that you feel tired, and all that jazz. you probably will never have to open another door yourself with him around and he ALWAYS offers his arm for you to take when you're walking together.

best cuddle partner to have during colder seasons no. 2. just prepare yourself for horrendous shedding as summer begins… but you don’t mind helping him brush through his fur (*´ω`*) its therapeutic and you’re one of the very few people he trusts with the task so its a win for both of you.

since he's a wolf thiren, he sometimes unwillingly attracts the attention of stray cats and dogs; he usually pays them no mind but it is somewhat of an inconvenience for him. however, the sight of you playing with them while quietly cooing eases some of his discomfort. seems like you aren't the only one suffering from cuteness aggression.

his guilty pleasure is squishing your cheeks in his hands. no i will not elaborate

wise

this is one of the random play managers we’re talking about, so. movie date nights are mandatory. both of you alternate when picking movies but sometimes you bicker over options like an old married couple just for the fun of it.

a lot more chill when it comes to PDA but he can be flirty when he wants to be. if he knows you have a weak spot for it, he uses it to his advantage to get what he wants. scheming little minx. /pos

words of affirmation and quality time guy, i think. since he's always so busy with managing the store and completing commissions alongside belle as proxies, he makes the most out of the time you guys can spend together alone. even if it's just laying in his bed or on the couch doing nothing together sometimes.

everyone and their mothers and grandmothers on sixth street will probably know that you’re dating or figure something out at some point even when both of you don’t really do much together in public/are trying to keep it on the low. never underestimate these aunties man

unfortunately for wise, he will become the target of teasing or nagging from belle when it comes to your relationship. once you get close enough she'll also share embarrassing stories from when they were younger or before you and wise started dating much to her brother’s chagrin.

secretly likes clinging and cuddling up to you like a koala. both of you are in bed? oh okay, don’t mind him, he’ll just scooch a bit and wrap his arms and legs around you, claiming that having you in his bed helps fix his insomnia (it does, to some degree). [“wise i can’t move.” “you don’t need to.”]

on the days you help out with tasks in random play, you could quite literally just be standing while doing something and then you’ll feel a pair of arms sneak around your waist from behind as he leans his head on one of your shoulders with a quiet, satisfied sigh.

[docrobinavitch]

force of nature, pull of gravity | part two

dr. robby x f!attending!reader PART ONE masterlist content: 18+ mdni, sexually explicit content, the entirety of this fic navigates grief in depth, death of mentor (adamson), death of a child/family member, swearing, canon medical events, angst, angst, and more angst words: 8.7K synopsis: we learn a bit more about the origins of reader and robby's relationship in flashbacks, reader and robby continue to butt heads during shift, and robby comes to terms with his feelings while reader tries to figure out how to break some news to him. a/n: well!!! we are back and we are still not done. i really wanted to contextualize their relationship some more for you guys so i ended up writing some flashback scenes that i really adore and while they are a bit angsty as well, i think they are a bit lighter than Present Day so it should break up the trauma i am inflicting i think lmao. also i like purposely took some liberties with the timeline in the season hope thats cool pls suspend ur disbelief anyway!! i think one more part should do it. as always enjoy and my inbox is always open to yap. pls yap with me about them. i beg. <3 syd

The both of you were in and out of Mr. Spencer’s room over the next hour. Robby thought about telling you you didn’t need to follow him back in every single time, but if he was honest, it was your presence keeping him from spinning out. Kept him from seeing Adamson in that bed instead of Mr. Spencer. 

When you rushed out of the room after he called time of death on Mr. Spencer, Robby thought about following you, making sure you were okay. He wasn’t okay, for a myriad of reasons, one of which being that after he was sure you hated him, you had extended an olive branch. 

It was so like you, to try and martyr yourself for him, it had only made him hate himself a bit more, watching you desperately trying not to spiral in that room. For him.

And when you slipped your hand into his, it felt like forgiveness.

He knew things weren’t back to normal. He wasn’t even sure what normal looked like anymore. 

But it was enough, for now, that you reached for him. 

The next time he saw you, you were at central with Jake. He wasn’t sure what the two of you were talking about, but you were smiling. Laughing, even. The sight of it nearly knocked him out. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen you really, truly smile.

It had to have been before Adamson, before the pandemic. When things were easy between the two of you. When he could touch you whenever he wanted and you would pull him closer instead of pushing him away. 

“Robby,” Jake called out to him when he spotted him and Robby watched as the smile faded off your face. Watched as you stood from your seat and walked off.

He acted like he hadn’t noticed, but it had been fucking him up that the sight of him alone seemed to ruin your mood. He looked down as you passed, caught a whiff of your shampoo as you did and had to close his eyes against the memory of you in his bed. The way his pillows would still smell of your shampoo even a few days after you had left.

“I thought she moved to the night shift?” Jake asked as he nodded in the direction you had walked off in and Robby looked up, shaking the thoughts from his head.

“Uh, yeah… Yeah she, just. We were understaffed so she’s helping out.”

He nodded, “It’s been like… Four years since I’ve seen her?”

“Yeah,” Robby nodded, “Yeah, she’s um, she’s been busy.”

Jake smiled, “I’m not a kid anymore, man, you don’t have to lie to me.”

Robby frowned, shaking his head, “What’re you talking about?”

Jake shrugged, “I mean I think it’s obvious that you guys were dating or something and it went bad—“

“No, it’s not— It’s not like that—“ He sighed, “Look, let me get you the tickets, okay?”

As Robby stormed past the hub again, Trinity watched and then looked to Perlah and Princess, who were also watching and murmuring in Tagalog,

“You guys know about everything around here, right?” Trinity asked.

The two nurses turned and smirked, “Obviously.” Princess said.

“What’s up with Robby and Y/N? Are they sleeping together or something?”

“Oh, old news.” Princess said.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Perlah said, “Ancient history. Long and tortured. There was a bet going for a while, before the pandemic, if they would finally get together. Officially.”

“What are we talking about?” Langdon asked, leaning over the hub.

“You remember the betting pool on if Robby and Y/N would ever get together?”

He nodded and sighed, “Yeah, I think we all lost that one.”

Princess smirked, “I don’t know. There’s still time.”

“You think?”

Perlah nodded, exchanging a look with Princess, “Adamson was always right about this kind of thing. He had $100 on them getting married one day.”

The smiles they exchanged were tinged with a note of sadness. Adamson was always right about this sort of thing.

“Well, now that she’s back on the day shift, maybe it’s time to revive the betting pool.” Frank smirked.

***

“So, what’re you up to this weekend?” You and Robby were walking home from a shift. Your place was about a block away from his and so he had taken to walking you home. You were a third year resident now, Robby an attending.

Your feelings for him had waxed and waned, never completely smothering, but you had dimmed the embers enough that they became just white noise. He never seemed to notice.

You sighed, “My cousin’s getting married tomorrow, but I… I actually don’t know if I want to go.”

“Why not?”

You bit your lip, “I checked off the plus one option six months ago thinking that Josh would come with, but…” Josh had been your on again off again boyfriend for the last year. Right now, you were decidedly off.

But he would call again. Whenever the girl he left you for got bored of him.

“I could go with you.” Robby said and you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes, “Yeah, I don’t have anything going on.”

“Really?” You had made it to your apartment, and you stopped outside the multi family home. You could hear the cicadas and the distant sound of sirens cut through the stillness of the evening.

He nodded and smiled, hands shoved in his pockets, “Yeah, why not? It’ll be fun.”

And it was fun, toting Robby around to meet your family, gently correcting them when they referred to him as your boyfriend. But he was a good sport about it all, bragging about how good of a doctor you were to anyone who would listen.

“You’re embarrassing me,” You hissed, but secretly you were pleased. You never tired of hearing him tell you that you were good. That you belonged.

“Why? You’re not used to people speaking highly of you?”

You frowned, “That was mean.” You said softly.

“I didn’t mean it to be.” He said gently, “I just meant… Doesn’t he ever brag about you?”

“Who?”

“Josh.”

In truth, you hadn’t thought about Josh all night and it irritated you to hear Robby bring him up like this. You rolled your eyes, “What does it matter? We broke up.”

One side of Robby’s mouth turned up and he ran a hand down his beard. The beard was relatively new. It had been an effort to keep your infatuation stifled as he had grown it out. You didn’t think you liked beards until he grew one. It was insufferable the way he made everything look so sexy.

“Yeah, I know, I know. But I also know you’ll pick up the phone the next time he calls.”

You shrugged, grabbed a flute of champagne from the waiter who was floating them through on a tray, “He might not call again.”

He laughed, “Right.”

“What?”

He shook his head, “He’ll call.”

“You can’t possibly know that.”

A slow song began to play and couples all began to drift to the floor. Robby placed his champagne on the nearest table and extended his hand to you, “Dance with me?”

You fought a smirk, but put your hand in his all the same and let him lead you to the floor. He took your free hand and placed it on his shoulder. Sliding his other hand around to your lower back, he gently pulled until you were nearly flush against him.

This close, you tried not to show how much it flustered you. If you moved your face just a few inches, you could kiss him.

“He’ll call,” Robby said softly, “He’d be an idiot not to.”

You hummed, “Right. Which as my friend is something you have to say.”

“No,” He shook his head and then bent your foreheads together. “No, I’m saying it because it’s true. You’re smart, funny, compassionate… absolutely stunning.” You swallowed and had to break his stare for fear he’d be able to look right through you. To see effortlessly how much his words affected you. 

“Your only flaw is that you always take the last protein bar from the break room and never replace them after.”

You laughed softly, “But I always split the last one with you.”

He huffed a laugh, “See? Generous as well. The whole package.”

You allowed yourself to look back up into his eyes as the two of you continued to sway gently to the music, “Thank you for coming with me.”

He nodded, “I’ve got you.” 

You watched as his eyes tracked across your face, down to your mouth. You were still so close, his hot breath fanned your lips.

And when you bit your lip you heard his breathing falter. So slowly, you almost didn’t notice it, he leaned closer to you.

“What are you doing?” You whispered. Your lips were almost brushing. But you didn’t move away, didn’t make any indication you didn’t want him to kiss you.

His eyes darted up to yours, pausing. You couldn’t read him, what it was he was thinking. But maybe he could see it in your face, the way you wanted him. Maybe he had known this whole time.

He didn’t answer your question, but pushed his lips into yours. It was soft and chaste, you barely got a taste of him. He pulled back and you moved with him, chasing his lips with your own. You had waited for this for God knew how long and he was going to tease you like this? No, no you wouldn’t allow it. 

When you deepened the kiss, your tongue sliding against his, he groaned into your mouth and pulled away again. When you tried to follow a second time, he laughed before tugging your hand, “Not here.” He said and then began pulling you away from the dance floor.

Your heart pounded as he headed down abandoned hallways, searching for an empty room, which he found after a couple of minutes. 

It looked like an abandoned rehearsal room. Wooden floors and the far side wall were floor to ceiling mirrors. You noted the redness around your mouth from where Robby’s beard had rubbed against you.

Chairs were stacked up against a wall and a dusty piano and bench sat in the corner.

Robby closed the door behind you before he was kissing you again, pushing you up against a wall immediately. There was no talking, only frantic panting and desperate moans. The occasional murmured curse he pushed into your mouth, always a hint of disbelief behind it, like he wasn’t quite sure this was happening either. 

He hitched one of your legs up to his hip, his hand sliding greedily up the exposed skin of your thigh and under your dress until his fingers brushed against the lace of your panties.

The heat of his touch made you feel lightheaded. He gripped your jaw and pushed your face to the side so he could kiss down the column of your throat.

“Do you… Do you have a condom?” You asked breathlessly.

His hands froze and he pulled back marginally so he could see your face. And when you looked back at him you thought you saw fear there. For a second, you were sure his panic mirrored out of your own eyes. You seemed to have broken some sort of spell and you could see him retreating behind his eyes. Going somewhere you couldn’t follow.

And then the door opened and Robby jumped away from you, your previously hiked up dress now cascading down your legs. Erasing all evidence of Robby’s want. Though you could still feel his phantom touches on your skin like burns.

“Oh—Shit—Sorry—!” Someone stammered and then there was a giggle. Another couple looking to do what you and Robby had just been doing. 

The door closed again and Robby ran a hand from the back of his head, down to his neck, “Do you know them?”

Wordlessly, you shook your head.

He nodded, but wouldn’t look at you. Then, he started pacing, hand to his mouth, long strides in front of you. You watched him for a few moments, picking at your cuticles.

“Could you stop that? You’re freaking me the fuck out.”

He stopped and looked up at you, “Fuck, I’m sorry, I—“ He raised his hands as if to touch your face, then thought better of it and dropped them, “I’m sorry.”

He was apologizing. You wanted him so badly you couldn’t see straight, and he was apologizing, the regret dripping off him. Like he could sweat you out of his system if he tried hard enough.

You shook your head, stomach dropping with every second that passed. You were starting to feel nauseous, “It was that bad, huh?” Your tone was joking, but you dropped your head and looked at your hands.

“No.” He said emphatically, “No, it’s–It’s not you–”

“Really?” You scoffed, “Because it kinda feels like it is.”

He pressed his lips firmly in a line, “It’s not, I just–I’m not sure this is a good idea.”

You nodded slowly, prayed that the pain of the rejection didn’t flash on your face like a neon sign.

“It was just a kiss, Robby,” You said more dismissively than you felt, “It’s fine. It doesn’t have to be this big thing. I’m not a kid.”

You pushed past him, needing to get out of the room so you could breathe again. 

He followed a few steps behind, “I didn’t say you were, I just—I want to make sure we’re on the same page because your friendship is really important to me—“

“Robby,” You interrupted, turning to face him. You didn’t want to hear anymore about your friendship when his hands had been up your dress just minutes ago, “Message received, okay? We’re good. I promise.”

Those brown eyes looked you over sadly, searching, as if he were trying to figure out if he believed you or not. Finally, he nodded, “Okay.” 

The drive home from the wedding was quiet except for the erratic drumming of Robby’s fingers against the steering wheel.

When he pulled in front of your place, he got out of the car before you could tell him not to, coming around your side to open the door.

Silently, you got out, let him walk you to the door.

“I’ll see you Monday?” He asked, hands in his pockets, shoulders shrugged up to his ears.

He was nervous, you realized. Maybe thought you were mad at him. But you weren’t, not really. You were more upset with yourself for believing for just a second that he wanted you as badly as you wanted him.

If he wanted to just be friends, you could take that. Because the truth was, you hadn’t had a friend who understood you the way he had in years. Maybe ever. 

So you smiled at him and nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.”

He nodded back and looked like he was about to turn and walk off, but instead pulled you into a hug. Head resting on his chest, you sighed and closed your eyes. He kissed your hair before pulling away and walking off, hands still shoved in his pants pockets.

You watched him go before letting yourself inside.

Robby had been right. Josh did call you that night. And when he slipped between your sheets, the only way you could come was squeezing your eyes shut tight and pretending it was Robby’s hands on you. Robby’s tongue in your mouth and between your legs.

You didn’t see Josh again after that.

***

You were walking towards the ambulance bay for a quick break when Cassie McKay called out to you.

“Hey, McKay,” You smiled, “What’s up?”

“I—“ She shook her head, “I’m sorry to bother you with this, but I’ve already talked to Robby about it and… And I just think that he’ll be more likely to listen to you—“

“Listen to me about what?”

After a moment, Cassie launched into a story about a mother who had self induced vomiting to get her son to bring her here so she could get him help. Help because she feared he might do something awful.

“He has a… list. Of girls.” Cassie shook her head, but you didn’t need her to finish. You knew exactly what sort of list it was.

“And you think Robby isn’t handling it correctly?”

McKay sighed, “He hasn’t called the cops. The kid ran out of here hours ago and his mom can’t reach him. Says he never showed up at school.” She shrugged hopelessly, “I don’t know, I just. It doesn’t feel right.”

You nodded and swallowed. It didn’t feel good to you either, “I’ll talk to him. Thank you.”

It didn’t take long for you to find him, he was talking to Samira about something when you came up beside him.

Perhaps more out of habit than anything, you put a hand on his arm to get his attention and his eyes zeroed in on you immediately. 

You pulled your hand away, “Could I talk to you for a second?”

He nodded eagerly and it sent a pang through you for a moment, seeing how badly he wanted your approval, your forgiveness, “Yeah, of course.”

You led him into an empty exam room and closed the door, but before you could say anything he had started talking.

“I know you brought me in here to… To talk to me about something care related probably, but I just wanted to say that…” He sighed, “I… Really appreciate you helping out with Mr. Spencer. It felt like… like old times. Having you there.”

It stumped you for a second, hearing him so clearly communicate what he was feeling. It hit you then that he was trying. Really trying, maybe for the first time since you had known him. 

Once the surprise wore off you gave a short shake of your head, “Yeah, of course.” You swallowed and met his gaze, “I’ve got you.”

And you meant it. Pushing all the bullshit aside, you could never not care about him. You weren’t sure if you’d ever be able to turn off the instinct to run to him if he was falling apart.

He looked at you now with those big, sad eyes and it took everything you had not to open your arms to him.

He cleared his throat, “Anyway, I know that’s not why you grabbed me, so what d’you need?”

You nodded, “Yeah, so I heard there’s a mom here who made herself sick to bring her potentially dangerous son here and now he’s eloped?”

“Well,” He said slowly, “He was never a patient here so I think ‘eloped’ might be an unfair characterization—“

“Robby, why haven’t you called the police?”

He stared at you for a moment before scoffing, crossing his arms, “Since when are you itching to call the authorities?”

“McKay said he had a hit list.”

“That’s not—“ He ran his hands over his face, “We don’t know that, alright? Calling the police in prematurely could ruin his life—“

“How so?” You said, and now it was your turn to scoff, “I mean, can we be fucking serious for a second here? He’s a white man, a kid. If we’re wrong and there’s no evidence of him planning an actual crime, then the worst that happens is he comes in for a psych eval.”

He was shaking his head, “Involuntary psych holds can be very traumatic as you know—“

“I think prison and a bunch of dead teen girls would be worse, don’t you?”

He was irritated that you were calling him on this, you could tell. It was rare for the two of you to disagree on how to handle patients. When you did, it tended to get ugly. Quickly. Both of you were prideful and stubborn.

“While I appreciate your professional opinion,” He said slowly, “It is just that: your opinion. Which I will take into consideration, but I’ll remind you it’s my call as senior physician.”

You barked a laugh, “Okay, sure, pull rank—“

“I’m not pulling rank—“

“Adamson would’ve called the cops by now.”

The silence that fell was painful and ugly and part of you wanted to take it back when you saw the look on his face. It was too far and on today of all days. It would have been kinder for you to have hit him.

“Wow,” He said finally, and raised a hand to scratch the back of his head, turning away so he didn’t have to look at you, “Really? Is this what we’re doing now?”

You swallowed, “You are failing that kid and his mom and those girls every second you let pass without calling the police.”

He nodded, still not looking at you, “Yeah, thank you for your advice. Is that all or did you have any other wisdom you’re dying to impart?”

“You don’t have to be an asshole about it,” You said, skirting around him to get to the door, “I’m just trying to help, which is what I thought you wanted.”

He laughed humorlessly as you opened the door, “Right, yeah. Very helpful.” 

You sighed and turned back to him, “If you’re wrong about this, could you live with it? Because with the way you blame yourself for literally everything, I don’t think you could. And I fucking care about you, believe it or not, and I don’t want to see you falling down a hole you can’t climb out of.”

He scratched at his beard and finally looked back at you, a rueful smile on his face, “A bit late for that, I think.”

He pushed past you then as Whitaker called out for his help with something.

***

Robby’s eyes were glossy as he stared at you from across Central, hands gripping the chart in his hands too tightly.

Adamson came up beside him, followed his gaze to you and the new general surgery fellow, and stifled a smirk. 

He had watched the two of you do this will they/won’t they dance for years now, quietly hoping the both of you would get it together eventually. You were good for each other, he thought. Balanced each other out, listened to one another. Robby always knew when something was bothering you long before Adamson had picked up on it. He was the only one who seemed to be able to get through to you when you allowed self doubt to take over your every action and treatment plan. And you glowed under the light he shined your way. 

In turn, you were able to get through to him when he was being hard headed and self absorbed. When he couldn’t see past what was right in front of him to the bigger picture. You broadened his perspective, made him a better doctor for it every day. Made him a better man. 

Before you came along, Adamson worried about the way Robby tended to carefully pack away any unpleasant feelings, assuming that once packed away they could no longer damage him. He seemed to let you in more than anyone else, but not quite enough.

Adamson thought you could get there with him, though. Once Robby stopped packing away his feelings for you along with everything else.

“Something on your mind, Dr. Robby?”

Robby straightened and looked to Adamson, blinking away the glazed over look he’d had just moments ago when staring at you, “No, no, I, uh–” He looked back at you for a second then again to Adamson, shaking his head, “I just, the new fellow’s been down here a lot, seems sort of unnecessary, don’t you think?”

Adamson smiled slightly and turned his attention to you and the fellow. You were still discussing a patient, he thought, but the fellow was standing very close to you. And you made no move to widen the distance. In fact, when he leaned in to say something quietly in your ear, a hand on your upper arm, you leaned into him.

He sighed and turned back to Robby whose jaw was now clenched, “I think he’s doing his job, if a little flirtatiously. Maybe you should be honest about what’s really bothering you.”

Robby balked, “I–” He couldn’t stop himself from looking at you again, that wide smile on your face as you looked at the fellow, “It’s not like that with us, you know that.”

Adamson nodded, “Right. And how did your romantic weekend getaway to the mountains go?”

Robby flushed bright red as he looked back at Adamson, “We went as friends. I wanted to show her the new cabin I bought. We slept in separate rooms.”

It wasn’t technically a lie. You had slept in separate rooms, separate beds. But that hadn’t stopped him from railing you in the shower, eating you out on the floor in front of the fireplace, or pushing himself inside of you while you sat on his kitchen table, begging for more of him, deeper, harder.

Adamson shrugged, “Okay. If that’s what you need to tell yourself.” Robby was still staring at him, slack jawed and blushing, “Look, I don’t want to meddle in your personal life. But I feel as someone who has known you both for a number of years… It’s just obvious to me that you love her and I don’t know why you don’t do anything about it.”

“Of course I love her,” Robby scoffed, “So do you.”

Adamson tilted his head knowingly, “Not the way you do, son.”

Robby knew that there was probably some truth to what Adamson was saying, but that scared the shit out of him. Being friends with you, he could handle. He was good with being your emotional support in the hospital and occasionally outside of it. Regularly sleeping with you, he could also handle, and was in fact, very good at it, as it turned out. But being in a relationship with you, admitting that he was in love with you, he wasn’t sure he could be good at that. He didn’t think he was capable of the vulnerability that would require. You would get sick of constantly begging him to open up to you, to communicate how he felt clearly. And then he would lose you fully. He would lose everything.

So he shook his head at Adamson and started backing away, chart in hand, “It’s not like that.”

But still, he showed up at the bedside of a trauma patient you were caring for, the fellow across the gurney from you. 

You looked at him strangely when he gloved up and pulled on a surgical gown, “Robby, I think we have enough hands on this one.”

“Oh, I know, I’m just observing,” He said smiling, “Seemed like an interesting case.”

The new fellow didn’t catch on to what was going on, but you were pretty certain this was Robby being jealous. His arms were crossed, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His eyes weren’t on the patient, they were on you. And he had that fucking hungry look in his eyes, the same one he had the first time he finally gave you what you wanted, pressed you into a wall and made you come with his fingers. His eyes had glazed over as he watched you come undone.

It was fucking unfair of him to be looking at you like that now, just when someone else was giving you romantic attention. It was also unfair that it turned you on.

When the patient was stabilized, the three of you began to walk from the room, but the fellow put a hand on your arm, slowing you to a stop, “Hey,” He ripped a piece of paper from his notepad and handed it to you, “If you… Ever need anything outside of the hospital, that’s my number.”

You tilted your head, smirking, “Need anything like what, an emergency thoracotomy?”

He laughed and looked down, a flush working its way up his neck, “Uh, no, I was thinking more along the lines of… dinner, sometime, maybe?”

Before you can answer, Robby’s hand is on your shoulder, “Sorry, champ, Adamson needs her, it’s pretty urgent.”

He steered you away and walked quickly, arm around your shoulder.

“Where are we going?” You asked, annoyed, “I know this isn’t about Adamson.”

He said nothing until he had pulled you into an empty on-call room, closing the door shut behind you and then pushing you up against it.

Immediately, his mouth was on yours, hungry and desperate, teeth digging into your lower lip. Despite your annoyance, you immediately melted into him, reaching your hands up to knot them in his hair which was longer than usual, beginning to curl around his ears.

“You’re so fucking insufferable,” You murmured and tugged on his hair for good measure, “Got you so worked up over some general surgery fellow I don’t even like–”

Robby pulled away for a moment, ignoring the way you whined at his absence, “You don’t like him?”

You sighed, “Not really, he tries a bit too hard.”

A smirk stretched across his face, “You like men who play hard to get, then?”

You rolled your eyes, “I would’ve thought it obvious.”

He kissed your neck and slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing you over your scrub pants, “I’m not hard to get, look how easy it was for you to get me in here.”

Your lashes fluttered at his touch and you swallowed hard, “You don’t really want me, though, not the way–” You cut yourself off before you could finish; not the way I want you. There was no point in admitting it when he didn’t feel the same. In fact, he might cut everything off if he knew how you felt in some fake chivalrous attempt to protect you.

He pulled away again, “What? What were you gonna say?”

You shook your head and tried to pull him back to you, “Nothing, keep kissing me, please.”

But Robby remained firm, searching your eyes, “Not the way that guy wants you?”

You sighed in relief that he hadn’t seemed to catch what you really meant to say, “Well, you don’t,” You said, “This is just fucking” You said, gesturing to the space between the two of you, “He wants to date me. Take me out to dinner.”

He nodded slowly, “You can date whoever you want, you know? Just say the word and I’ll back off.”

You dropped your head so he couldn’t see the irritation on your face. You don’t know what you expected, that he’d offer to take you on a real date? He’d finally admit to being in love with you? Obviously he wasn’t, maybe he just liked the way your desire made him feel.

“So you won’t act like a rescue dog with food insecurity the next time someone flirts with me in front of you?”

He smirked and leaned in again, kissing up to your ear and catching your earlobe gently between his teeth, “I’ll do my best, but no promises.”

Robby got down on his knees, pulling down your pants as he went and looked up at you. Your breath hitched in your throat. He had done this many times now and it was your favorite way that he made you come, which was saying a lot, because he was pretty excellent at making you come in a variety of different ways. But there was something about the way he moaned and sighed into you with his mouth on you that felt reverant, like worship. If you closed your eyes, you could imagine those moans sounded a lot like I love you. 

“You have to be quiet,” He said, kissing the skin of your inner thigh as he hooked one of your legs over his shoulders, “Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

A shiver ran down your spine, but you nodded, “Yes.” You whispered.

With one of your hands knotted in his hair, you stifled your whimpers as he licked and sucked, and fucking moaned into you. When you looked down, he was stroking himself simultaneously and you thought you might combust. The thought of him being so turned on by your taste and your pleasure, by the idea of someone else getting to have you, it drove you wild. 

He could love me. You thought, desperately, muscles beginning to tense low in your belly, He could love me and he could be mine and we could do this every day and I would never tire of it. You bit down hard on your free hand to muffle your moans. In your mind, you imagined what it’d sound like if he whispered I love you into your mouth. And then you came, hard, hips grinding into his mouth. He had told you to be quiet, but he moaned loudly against you when he felt your release, and then he was coming too, moans turning to whimpers that made your skin tingle.

You cleaned up and redressed quickly in silence. When you went to open the door again, he pressed a palm to it, closing it again, “Did you want to grab take out after shift from that Chinese place you like? We could rent a movie or something, you can stay the night at my place.”

Yes, normal things to do with the guy you were just fucking who didn’t love you. You forced a smile and nodded, “Sure.”

Maybe one day Robby would fall in love with you or maybe one day you’d meet someone who’d make you forget all about him. But until then, you weren’t sure you’d ever be strong enough to say no to him.

***

Robby was on edge. He was snapping at people. He had reamed McKay out for going to you, even though he thought she had probably been right for doing that. 

And what upset him the most was that he still hadn’t gotten around to apologizing to you, like he’d been meaning to do for days now. Instead, he had made it worse, like when he fucking brought up Jack to throw in your face.

You were close by and yet always out of his reach, slipping by during a trauma, carefully avoiding brushing against him. It was fucking with him.

Because if this were a few years ago, he wouldn’t have had any qualms apologizing to you. It wouldn’t have been so difficult. He had groveled for you time and time again in the past. But it felt different now. There were now years of silence and tension between them and he was afraid of what he’d find when he cut through it.

Maybe you couldn’t see past this one. And of course, he’d understand that. Even if he said otherwise he could see that he had abandoned you when you needed him most. When he needed you most. It was why he was so eager to deflect it off himself, because most days the guilt of it threatened to eat him alive.

And then if you didn’t forgive him what would he do? How was he expected to keep going after losing both you and Adamson? He couldn’t fathom his life without both of you in it, wasn’t sure who he was without you.

Adamson would have called the cops by now. It hurt spectacularly when you said it. But with you out of the room, out of his reach, he was able to see that you were likely correct about that. 

As much as it stung for him to admit, you and Adamson had always been on the same page about social issues and how best to handle them in the ER. Robby was empathetic to a fault, couldn’t see past the patient in front of him. You, on the other hand, had always had this almost supernatural ability to predict every outcome and how best to avoid or bring them to life.

Robby wasn’t bad at this stuff necessarily, but of the two of you, he was more likely to get it wrong. And Adamson would’ve wanted him to listen to you.

So after much contemplation and standing at the hub with his head in his hands, he picked up the phone and called the police.

It had been a couple of hours since then and he had been pulled from case to case with no end in sight. But finally, finally, he got to the hub and saw the police speaking with David’s mom. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Dana, “Have you seen—“

“Yeah, she’s with the pediatric drowning.” Dana looked up at him, concern written all over her face, “I wanted to grab you earlier, but you’ve been all over the place.”

A pediatric drowning. Fuck. Fuck. “Where?”

Dana pointed to the trauma room behind him and Robby was immediately grabbing a pair of gloves and pushing the door open. The girl had to be only six or seven. She had been intubated, a nurse using an ambu bag to administer oxygen. Whitaker was on top of the gurney performing CPR. Bags of warm saline were strapped to the girl’s chest. The girl’s parents were by her side, in tears as they murmured reassurances to their little girl.

You stood a few strides away from the gurney, face pallid and eyes bloodshot. Your hands were clasped in front of you, but they still shook.

“She feels warmer,” Her mother said, “That’s good, right?”

A nurse did a temperature check, called out a number above ninety degrees. You swallowed, “That’s warm enough for her heart to respond.” Your voice shook, “Rhythm check, Whitaker, pause compressions.” 

When Whitaker lifted his hands, you closed your eyes at the sound of the long, single tone, “Still asystole,” You said, and your voice sounded broken, “Resume compressions.”

Robby stood himself next to you and leaned down slightly to murmur in your ear, “I can take this one, why don’t you go get some air.”

You shook your head, “This is my patient. Her parents trust me. I’m not going to shove them off on a doctor they don’t know on the worst day of their lives.” You said quietly.

There wasn’t time to argue, and besides, you were right. For the best patient care, consistency was best. Especially when it looked this bad. That didn’t mean he liked it though. His hands itched to drag you out of the room, but he clasped them behind his back instead.

The phone rang and your eyes followed Mateo when he picked it up, “Potassium level’s back. 12.2.”

Robby watched as your chin gave the slightest wobble, and then you shook your head slightly before taking in a shaky breath.

Hands still clasped, you walked behind Robby to get to the girl’s parents. You lowered yourself to their level, eyes unfocused as you stared at that girl on the table.

If you blinked, it was your niece on the table instead, hair still wet from the pool. The temporary tattoo of Doc McStuffins you had given her a few days ago had begun to peel and fade from her upper arm. It was your sister and her husband sitting next to her, wailing when you told them there was nothing else they could do.

You blinked again and you’re back in the present. You squeezed your hands together when you felt them shaking again. Steeling yourself, you shifted your gaze to the parents.

“No one has ever survived a cardiac arrest with a potassium level over eleven. There is absolutely no chance for recovery. I am so sorry. Amber has died.” Your voice broke on the last sentence, but it didn’t quite matter. You weren’t sure her parents had really heard you. Immediately they were hyperventilating and sobbing and it took everything you had not to run from this room. You clenched your jaw, “Before we stop, do you think her sister would like a chance to say goodbye?”

“No,” Her dad said tearfully, “No, she shouldn’t see her like this.”

You nodded, your own tears threatening to choke you, “Okay. You can stay with her for as long as you like. We are going to stop now.” You nodded to Whitaker who lifted his hands, the monotone beep once again filling the room, “Resuscitation efforts discontinued at 1751.”

You rose to standing and waited for Mateo to turn off the alarms, “Excuse me,” You murmured as you pulled your gloves off and then you were leaving the room.

Vaguely, you heard Robby call out your name behind you, but you didn't stop until you were in the ambulance bay. You backed yourself into the wall and sank to the ground, desperately trying to level your breathing, but you continued to shudder and hyperventilate with your head between your knees.

There was a shadow in front of you and you didn’t need to look up to know it was Robby, lowering himself to the ground beside you. When you felt his arm around you, you didn’t pull away, you pushed yourself into him instead. He responded by basically pulling you into his lap, your tear stained face pressed to his neck.

“I’ve got you,” He said softly. One of his hands was in your hair, scratching gently at your scalp, “It wasn’t your fault.” He said, and you knew he wasn’t talking about Amber. He was talking about your niece, Gemma.

He had been there that day when the EMTs wheeled her in and you were on top of the gurney, soaked to the skin and performing chest compressions.

It was her pool party, her birthday. And because it was her birthday, she had decided she was a big girl now and didn’t need her swimmies. No one saw her take them off. No one saw her drift to the deep end. It was only when your sister had called out to her that it was time to blow out the candles that anyone realized she was missing. That no one had been watching her. At that point, it had been at least twenty minutes since the last time anyone could remember seeing her. It was anyone’s guess how long she had been underwater.

But you had seen miracles before. People whose hearts had stopped, had been underwater for far longer than should be compatible with life, and their hearts had restarted. Gemma’s could restart too. It was you who dove in and pulled her from the pool, calmly shouted instructions to the people around you as you started compressions.

When Robby pulled you into the family room to tell you that her heart was still in asystole, that her potassium level was too high, you had shaken your head in denial. “No,” You said simply, “No, keep trying, it’ll… It’ll go down.” You both knew that wasn’t true. A potassium level that high indicated irreversible cell rupture.

“Honey, I’m so sorry.” Robby had said with bloodshot eyes, shaking his head, “I told you first in case you wanted to be the one to tell your sister. But I’ll do it if you can’t.”

You had done it, chin wobbling, and voice breaking. You had taken it when she screamed at you that you needed to do more, just saying you were sorry over and over as you looked at Gemma’s still body, tears streaming down your face.

You don’t think your sister blamed you exactly, for what happened to Gemma. But you did think she could no longer look at you without seeing how you hadn’t been able to save her daughter. Your goddaughter. She had stopped calling years ago and you had stopped trying.

Now Robby’s holding you, kissing your head, repeating that it wasn’t your fault over and over until your breathing slowed and settled.

Eventually, you sat up, pulling away from him sniffling, “Sorry,” You said, “Sorry, I shouldn’t have fallen apart like that. It’s been years.”

He gave a slight shake of his head, “That’s not something you just get over.”

You stared intently at your fingers, picking at your cuticles, “Thank you. For trying to help.”

“Always,” He said, his voice rough. When you looked at him, his eyes were red rimmed as well, but he was smiling softly at you, “That’s what we do, isn’t it?”

You sighed, and turned away from him, looking back down at your hands, “I wanted to talk to you about something–”

“If it’s about David, the teen with the… list, I called the police. They haven’t been able to find him yet, but they’re looking.”

You blinked in shock, “You called them?”

He nodded, “You were right. You’re always right about that sort of thing. I need to listen more, to… Lean more on my staff for support,” He smiled sadly, “I’m not used to having you on shift anymore, I forget what it’s like to fully trust another doctor at work like that. I’m sorry for not listening.”

You tried to smile back, but ended up biting your lip instead, turning away from him. He wasn’t making this easy, “That’s good, that you called. But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

You rose to standing again and waited until he followed suit, “Um, I wanted you to hear it from me first, before… Well, before people start talking.”

Robby’s heart rate was beginning to pick up. What the fuck were you about to say that would have you so nervous, so scared to tell him? Were you… Were you seeing someone? And then a different, larger fear took over, that maybe you were engaged. Or married, even. He hadn’t really spoken to you in about three years. It could be true.

And he was shocked to find out how much the prospect of it sent dread curdling in his stomach. 

He had always known, even before your falling out, that it was a possibility. Likely, even, that some day you’d fall in love with someone else and maybe you’d box him out of your life completely. Surely, your complicated history would make any romantic interest uncomfortable. He wouldn’t blame anyone else for not wanting him in your life. But it had never happened and he suspected it may have partly been because you were a little bit in love with him.

Now, though, you said you still cared, but there was a guardedness about you now he had never seen before. Maybe you had found someone who would love you the way he hadn’t been able to. It would break his heart, but he could be happy for you. He owed you that much.

“I’ve accepted a job offer at Presby,” You said, “I’m putting in my two weeks with Gloria on Monday.”

He thought maybe he’d heard you wrong and so he waited. Maybe for you to clarify or for his brain to fully process, because there was no way that’s what you had said. That you were leaving. Just when he had gotten you back. Just when he was starting to feel like there was a path back to not being so hostile all the time.

But you didn’t correct yourself, just stood there staring at him, waiting for him to say something.

“No,” He said softly, then again, “No, you can’t.”

You tilted your head, looking at him sadly, “Robby–”

He felt like the world was imploding around him, “I know–I know I fucked up. With Adamson, with the way I handled everything, with Collins. I’m sorry. I–I should’ve been there for you, I should have let you in. I should have gone to grief counseling–I’ll go to grief counseling–”

“Robby, please,” Your eyes were watering again, “Please don’t do this.”

“This is what you wanted though, isn’t it?” His voice was frantic even to his own ears, panic coated every single word, “I can still do it, I can be better. I’ll be better, but you can’t– You can’t go, you can’t leave me here. I don't know how to do this without you.” He swallowed, “I don’t think I can do it without you.”

“Yes, you can,” You said softly, “You’ve done okay the last three years.”

“No the fuck I haven’t!” He laughed incredulously, “I’m a fucking wreck without you.”

“And you’re a wreck with me, Robby. Fuck, we’re awful for each other! Can’t you see that?” Tears were streaming down your face.

“That’s not true,” He said, shaking his head, “We’ve had a bad few years, but that’s my fault and I can work on it–”

“Like you promised to work on it four years ago?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, “I get it, I understand why you’re angry, that I’ve hurt you, but I’m telling you, we can fix this. All I want,” He said, voice breaking, “is a chance to fix this.”

You looked at him sadly, chin wobbling, “It’s too late.”

“It’s not–”

“Yes it is–”

“I love you.” He said, shaking his head, “Please don’t say it’s too late.”

You blinked at him, “I love you too, Robby, but it–”

“No, not–” He sighed in frustration, “Not like that. I’m in love with you and… And I know I’ve been avoiding it for almost twenty years now, but I’m… I’m ready now. To try. With you.”

You stared at him for a moment and rubbed at your eyes, “You don’t mean that and it’s fucked up of you to say that to me to try to get me to stay when you know how I feel about you. How I’ve felt about you all these years.”

“This isn’t how I wanted to tell you either, but it’s not like I have a choice now–”

“Yeah, you do!” You shouted, throwing up your hands in exasperation, “You could have continued to fucking push it down the way you have for years instead of doing this to me now when I’m finally trying– When I finally feel able to–” Your voice broke, “When I finally feel like I can close the door on us.”

You looked desperate in front of him, tears streaming down your face. He hated this, that it had come to this. He had been so stupid for years and years, convinced he could never get you what you needed, but never willing to try to be that for you. Maybe it was unfair and selfish of him now, but he couldn’t just walk away.

Carefully, he lifted his hands up to cradle your face and was shocked when you didn’t move away from him, but bent your foreheads together, nudging your nose against his.

“Please don’t,” He said softly, pleading, “Decline the job offer. Let me try just one more time and then… I swear if I can’t do it this time, I’ll leave you alone. You’ll never hear from me again, if that’s what you want.”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes. Robby kept his eyes on you, though, watched as you wet your lips with your tongue.

“Let me go.” You murmured softly, and he heard the tears caught in your throat.

He shook his head against your forehead, “Never.”

Your chin wobbled, but eyes still closed, you inched your mouth towards his. You tasted just like he remembered, except for the saltiness of your tears. He held you to him with a hand on the back of your neck as he kissed you deeply, hoping you could feel it, that he meant it this time. That he was trying. That he would do anything to keep you here, with him, like this.

You whimpered as you opened your mouth to him and he sighed into you, his hands shaking as they touched you, explored you like they used to–

The ambulance bay doors slid open and the two of you sprang apart as Dana walked outside. If she noticed any weirdness between the two of you, she didn’t say anything. 

She looked from Robby to you and then back again, her expression unreadable as she held a phone to her ear, “There’s an active shooter at Pitt Fest.”

[angelickks]

“You a mean fuckin' woman” Remmick grunted through clenched teeth, spit stringing from the corner of his mouth in thick, needy globs that glistened under the dim light. His head lolled back against the wall, breath hitching, jaw slack with something that looked an awful lot like worship.

You just smiled. Slow. Cruel.

“Yeah?"

You were straddling him, perched pretty in his lap like sin, hips rolling in a torturously slow grind against the bulge straining through the open vee of his jeans. You hadn’t even pulled him out—hadn’t given him that much mercy. Just enough unzip to keep him trembling, leaking through the cotton, staining darker with each pass of your dripping heat.

He bucked his hips instinctively, chasing friction. You pulled back just enough to deny it.

“This what you wanted, huh?” you hissed, fingers curling in his sweat-slick shirt, dragging him forward so your lips ghosted against his, breath warm, biting. “You want me mean. Want me cruel. Want me to spit in your mouth and call it love?”

A flicker of pain twisted in his expression—but it folded into something hungry, fevered. He smiled, blooming blood from his split lip starting to turn his drool a light pink, eyes all glazed over like a man who’d sell his soul again just to stay beneath you.

“Long as you keep playin’ with me just like this, darlin’,” he rasped.

You slammed your hips down suddenly—sharp, punishing. The noise he made was half-moan, half-wounded animal, like it hurt to feel that good. His hands flew to your hips, gripping tight, but not to take control—just to anchor himself. He didn’t dare lead.

A darker stain bloomed on his briefs where your slick met the wetness of his own undoing, the fabric clinging to the curve of his cock, soaked through. His thighs were trembling beneath you.

“God, you make such a mess of yourself.” you whispered sweetly, dragging your nails up the side of his throat.

Remmick just laughed—hoarse, broken. “Ain’t never begged for anything pretty as you.”

You tilt your head, slow and deliberate, like a lion studying prey that wandered too close to the den. Eyes sharp beneath the low glow of the bedside lamp, your smile stretches into something cruel—dangerous in its beauty, made all the more lethal by how calm you look.

Without breaking rhythm—hips rolling slow, punishing, and maddening—you reach lazily to the side. Fingers brush against the battered cardboard box of cigarettes like you’re selecting a weapon. You pluck one between your fingers, tuck it into the corner of your mouth, the paper bending against the curve of your plush lips.

"Light this f’me," you purr around it, voice silk and smoke, smile deepening until the cigarette tilts at a cocky angle. Remmick scrambles. One shaky hand grips the meat of your thigh, like holding onto you could save him from the torture you inflict on him. The other fumbles for the lighter, knuckles brushing your skin, reverent in his desperation.

The flame flares to life between trembling fingers.

He lights it for you like a man at confession, looking up through the smoke like he’s praying you’ll forgive him for whatever you’re about to do.

“Fuuuck me,” he groans, the syllables unraveling slow and thick, his voice dropping to something reverent—less a demand, more a prayer uttered at the altar of your body.

You inhale slow and deep, cigarette crackling softly as embers bloom at the tip. Your lips part just enough to exhale, a lazy plume of smoke curling upward as your head tilts back. Your throat glistens where sweat kisses skin, long and bare and inviting. Remmick leans in, like instinct pulls him, and drags a slow, reverent lick up the column of your neck. He groans into your skin as the smoke spills past your lips like sin, his fangs scraping alongside it but never fully latching onto your skin.

You laugh, low and wicked. Grind down with more purpose this time, making him twitch beneath you, whimper breathless against your skin.

“Keep beggin’, baby,” you murmur, flicking ash onto the floor without looking. “I’m just gettin’ started.”

And oh, the way he begs, like a man who knows he’s long past saving

#NAV.ᐟ jack o'connell mlist

[kateschi]

windswept

synopsis: sometimes all you need is a chance to forget.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: oh what i would give to have just one car ride with him

the apartment feels too quiet. too still.

the kind of silence that presses in from all sides, thick and suffocating, until it settles deep in your chest.

you’re curled up on the couch, knees tucked to your chest, staring blankly at the dim glow of the television.

the muffled noise plays in the background, but you’re not really listening. the weight inside you sits heavy, like an anchor pulling you down, thick like fog that refuses to lift.

you don’t even register the front door unlocking until the familiar creak of hinges cuts through the silence, followed by the heavy thud of boots against the floor.

then—his voice.

“the hell’s up with you?”

katsuki stands in the doorway, still clad in his hero gear, the faint scent of smoke, sweat, and something distinctly him clinging to the fabric.

his red eyes sweep over the room, flickering over the untouched food on the counter, the dim lighting, the way you’re curled up too small.

his shoulders, still tense from the long shift, subtly shift as he exhales, his lips pressing into a firm line.

you try to force a smile, but it barely lifts the corners of your lips. “just… tired, I guess.”

he doesn’t buy it. of course, he doesn’t. katsuki’s always been good at reading you, picking apart the things you don’t say.

his jaw tightens, a flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes. he watches you for a long moment before he moves, stepping further inside with purpose. “c’mon.”

you blink at him. “huh?”

“get up.” his voice is gruff but not unkind. he reaches for your hand, his fingers curling around yours. “we’re goin’ for a drive.”

you hesitate, glancing at the clock on the wall. “katsuki, it’s late—”

“so?” he quirks a brow, already tugging you toward the door. “the hell else are you gonna do? sit here ‘til you rot?”

a small, breathy laugh slips from you despite yourself, the corner of your lips twitching upward. “you sure know how to make someone feel better.”

he scoffs, but it’s softer than usual.

his grip on your hand tightens for just a second before he leans down, pressing a quick, fleeting kiss to your temple—so light you barely register it before he’s already pulling away, grabbing his keys.

“just get in the damn car.”

the city looks different at night.

streetlights flicker past in long, golden streaks as katsuki’s porsche hums down the empty roads, smooth and effortless.

the usual chaos of traffic is gone, replaced by open streets and the occasional glow of late-night diners.

the rhythmic sound of the engine beneath you is steady, a soft reminder that you’re moving, that you’re not stuck in that quiet apartment anymore.

you lean against the seat, watching the world blur outside the window.

the cool night air slips in through the slightly cracked window, crisp and clean, carrying the distant scent of rain. it feels… lighter. like you can breathe a little easier.

katsuki glances over at you, his right hand resting comfortably on the gear shift, fingers tapping against it absentmindedly. “feelin’ better?”

you inhale deeply, letting the fresh air fill your lungs before exhaling, letting it take a fraction of that weight with it. “yeah.”

his fingers still. he watches you for a moment longer before making a quiet, satisfied noise in the back of his throat. “good.”

the conversation lulls, but it doesn’t feel heavy like before. the silence between you is comfortable, filled with the distant hum of tires against asphalt, the occasional flick of a turn signal.

then—without warning—katsuki shifts gears, smoothly taking a sharp turn onto an open road leading out of the city. the tall buildings begin to thin, replaced by wide stretches of road and open sky.

you glance at him, brow furrowing slightly. “where are we going?”

he smirks, flicking a switch near the dashboard. “you’ll see.”

a soft whirring noise fills the air as the roof of the car slowly retracts, revealing the vast expanse of sky above.

a rush of wind follows, tousling your hair and sending a thrill down your spine. the scent of distant rain lingers in the cool breeze.

your breath catches in your throat.

katsuki nudges your knee with his hand, his touch warm even through the fabric of your pants. “stick your head out.”

you hesitate, blinking at him. “what?”

“go on.” his voice is softer now, coaxing, reassuring. “I got you.”

you glance up at the open sky—dark and endless, sprinkled with faint stars—and, slowly, carefully, push yourself up.

the second your head lifts above the car, the wind rushes past, whipping through your hair, filling your lungs with crisp, night air.

the world around you blurs—lights stretching, road disappearing into the horizon—until all that’s left is motion.

you close your eyes, tilting your head back, letting yourself feel it.

the weight that had been sitting heavy in your chest feels a little lighter, carried away by the wind, by the vast openness of it all.

a breathless laugh slips from your lips.

then—warmth.

katsuki’s arm wraps firmly around your waist, securing you against him, his grip steady but gentle.

“don’t do somethin’ dumb and fall out,” he mutters, his voice just above the roar of the wind.

you grin, glancing back at him. “I won’t.”

his gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before he scoffs lightly, his hold tightening just a fraction. “won’t let ya fall anyway.”

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[formylovetodaryldixon]

“What it means to me.” Daryl Dixon Imagine.

After Daryl separates from you, Sasha and Abraham, he tries to find his way back to the person he considers his home. And in the midst of his fight to survive, the ring he’s been hiding for a while is taken away, but that ring is more than just a ring: It's the only promise he can make to you, that he will love only you.

A/N: I love doing these cheesy imagines, thinking that Daryl is the person who would hold on to just one person for the rest of his life (To you, me, and the rest of this beautiful community hehe). I wrote this years ago when I had my old page, which I deleted, so sorry if this isn't exactly the same as the episode. Hope you like it! And THANK U SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE MY LAST IMAGINE RECEIVED, it's crazy to think people like what I write. (Sorry if there are mistakes, it's 4:30am so I'll correct them in the morning hehe)

Daryl keeps pushing his motorcycle through the burned forest where everything in sight is black, between the charred bodies of the walkers, with some of them still growling, a low sound the wind takes away. His leather jacket is torn and the blood from his wounds gushes through them, his body hurting and aching, his energy draining out as he breathes deeply through his mouth, but when he can no longer push, giving in to the pain in his cramped muscles, Daryl drops the motorcycle to a side.

Everything happened in a blink.

Minutes earlier Abraham drove the RV with you and Sasha as he made a joke about how amazing it was to see a parade of walkers behind you all. The path had nothing but trees on both sides and a big horde coming down the hill, following the roar of the engine. Still riding his motorcycle, Daryl had turned in the turnoff to his right toward a street of abandoned houses, but the silence broke when bullets whistled in the air: it was there that he separated from you and your friends.

“(Y/N)?” He says through the walkie–talkie. “Sasha? Abraham? Ya there?”

But only the static returns the greeting from the other side, so he turns it off. Daryl removes the leather glove from his bloody left hand, his leather jacket next to wipe his own wounds. But it’s you what fills his mind, his heart beating frantically with the thought of you been away from him, but Daryl knows he has to trust you are going to be fine on your own, you, who had always been so feisty. However, now, his only purpose in that unpredictable life is to find a way back to you.

Daryl Dixon never thought much about the future, always living one day at a time in that uncertain world, but the ring he's been hiding in his shirt pocket weighs now with the regret of living a life half–heartedly, always cautious, never brave when it comes to love. Because, yeah, Daryl had never been lucky when it came to love someone, always kept away from that suffocating feeling when it was never reciprocated by his parents. But with you it had been different, liberating, like a reminder that that feeling makes you feel lighter than a feather, and not as if you were weighing lead while drowning deep into the sea.

And although it’s scary to lose you, terrifying, it’s worse for him not to live by your side, a full life this time, like never before. Daryl never thought about being someone’s something, but now, he just wants to be able to ask you if he can be your husband.

But when a branch breaks near him, bringing him back to the present, Daryl watches the place and its surroundings before hiding his motorcycle under some bushes; he then picks up his crossbow and walks toward that noise, with the light steps of a hunter. However, before being ambushed, Daryl circles a tree and points at two women who turn around, raising their hands in the air to show they are harmless.

“Hey. You found us. Okay?” The woman with the long hair says, moving slowly in front of the other, her body blocking any possible attack. “Here we are. We owned what we took.”

Almost imperceptibly, her gaze moves to a side, but when Daryl follows it, a man knocks him down.

It takes Daryl a few hours to emerge from that thick fog of confusion, a blurry vision from the pain that blends with the blackness all around. Now, Dwight, who points at Daryl from behind with his gun, pushes him out of the last bushes of the forest, but the sight in front of them is not what his captors are hoping to see, so they walk past him, looking in frustration towards the other side of the fence that holds up the walkers that haunts the place, with endless grunts, hands and mouths always open.

They talk about following the plan they already had, but in the middle of the exchange of ideas, Tina, the short–haired blonde girl faints over her sister, exhausted after a long walk. The sudden commotion appears as an opportunity in front of Daryl’s eyes, and he takes their duffel bag from the ground with his tied hands before running between the tall and black trees, successfully evading the man’s shots whistling in the air.

“We need that, please!”

Daryl hears the woman’s screams and the plea in her voice, but he keeps going until he is at an appropriate distance to stop. Breathing through parted lips, he jumps over a fallen log and hides behind it, biting the rope that holds his hands prisoners, while the air doesn’t seem to be enough at that moment.

Daryl gasps, exhausted, but he takes the walkie–talkie from the bag with his now free hands.

“(Y/N)? Hey… ya there, peach?”

Nothing welcomes him, not your voice, not even a sound. But then, a walker growls in Daryl’s direction, stumbling through the unstable path. It has no skin, pure bones with leaves and branches around its ribs like a cruel and sick joke. Daryl kneels in front of the duffel bag and tries to pull his crossbow out, but it doesn’t work on the first try. It is stuck between the straps, shortening Daryl’s breath as the walker keeps getting closer and closer until finally, Daryl pulls it out and falls on his back, but the arrow flies directly into the walker’s head, knocking it down forever this time.

Under the momentary relief, the air around him seems to be running low, and Daryl stands up, tired and irritated.

He thinks life doesn’t give him a fucking break, but when he looks down to the cooler inside the bag, Daryl can read the word insulin. He exhales, cursing under his breath while trying to silence his selfless mind that screams at him to go back, but the object those people lost pushes another thought to the front of his head, cold and distant as his hand feels the pocket of his shirt.

The ring is gone.

With you sitting in that uncomfortable chair behind the desk in that forgotten office, Sasha and you stay quiet and still for a moment, in silence and waiting for something: a divine intervention, a smoke signal, something to mitigate that cruel thought that Daryl is lost. After a while, Abraham walks down the hallway with his gaze lost too, until his large body shakes with surprise as the walker behind the glass, trapped in the conference room adjacent, slams itself against the crystal, grunting savagely.

“How is this gallant still standing?” He asks.

“He can’t get out.” Sasha answers with a tired voice, sitting in front of that crystal, watching how Abraham tries to open the door. “It’s locked. We’re fine. Stand watch or sleep? Your choice.”

Abraham looks at the walker, and then at Sasha.

“I take the former. Do a little shopping maybe?”

He moves close to the desk you are sitting, takes the paper bin and pulls out the black plastic bag before pacing around the place. Sasha watches you resting your elbows on the wood, rubbing your face to try to erase your worried expression.

“Daryl will be fine, (Y/N). We just have to wait, okay?” She smiles softly at you to give you confident, and you believe that because he is probably the strongest person in that world, but you can’t help but worry about him.

You nod, knowing that the fear of losing someone is part of the repercussions of daring to love.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Drop the gun.” Daryl aims at them with his crossbow, forcing the small group to stand up from that fallen log where they are sitting. “Drop it!” The man tries to raise his own gun, but the tension disappears when he finally lowers it. “Give it to me.” Daryl takes the gun to put it in his jeans’ pocket. “I want ma ring back. Now.”

Dwight reaches into his jean’s back pocket and hands it to him. This time, angry, Daryl snatches the ring from his hand.

“I should shoot ya for takin’ it.” Daryl holds his crossbow, meaning every word. “Came all this way. What ya got for the duffel? Ya put me through too much shit jus’ to give it back. What ya got besides that gun?”

“Nothing.” Sherry says, looking at him with a tired expression: not fear, just tiredness, as if she can sense that Daryl won't hurt them.

Daryl stares at Dwight, remembering part of their conversation through the blurred memories, after that blow and the pain that still throbs against his head.

“What’s that thing ya were carvin’?”

The man looks in his front pocket and pulls out a nice figure carved in wood.

“My grandfather taught me—”

“Don’ care.” Daryl cuts him off and takes the figure, dropping their bag to the ground close to them. “Take it. S’ all there. Good luck. Y'all gotta need it.”

But as he starts walking away, a noise not so far away makes Daryl hide behind a tree, counting the seconds until he watches the arrival of a truck that knocks down the branches in its path. Three men get out of the vehicle, talking to Dwight and his people that they should end it. Daryl listens carefully, realizing that his past captors don’t want to leave with that new group, and notice the distinctive sound of more cars approaching, more people coming. Those new men walk away for a moment, but Daryl sees that Dwight and the girls are about to leave in the wrong direction in their own attempt to escape.

“No. That way.” He says getting close again, pointing in a different one. “Go. Go.”

Daryl holds the girl with short hair, helping her walk through the forest, with the constant sound of burning branches and leaves cracking under their boots, until they find a safe place to hide. They duck behind the bushes, but Daryl knows he can’t handle those people alone if they attacked, so he pulls the gun out of his pocket.

“Hey. Take it.” He says, and Dwight does it with a confused look.

A few steps away, there is a walker trapped against a rock and the tree, and Daryl shakes the bush that covers it to attract one of the men’s attention, who oblivious, walks towards it, dangerously close until the death reaches him, biting off his arm. He screams calling for help and another man approaches running, finding his friend on the ground, holding the empty space where part of his flesh used to be. The last man makes a tourniquet around the other one’s elbow, joking that he should cut off his friend’s arm with a machete before walking away.

“We thought you were with them.” Dwight says from the ground, looking at Daryl. “We knocked you over the head. We tied you up. We threatened to kill you. Why the hell did you come back?”

Daryl looks at them on the floor, vulnerable and weak, listening the women speak to each other, affectionately, saying everything is going to be okay.

“Maybe m’ stupid too.” Daryl says after a while, his voice low and hoarse, referring to what Dwight said earlier, about how stupid they were to trust a community, thinking that they fought together for the same cause: to survive.

Sasha continues to stare through the window, present but absent at the same time, with nothing but an empty street and a pair of walkers grunting in the air. On the other side of the place, your heart keeps beating fast, without giving you a break as the hours pass and pass. The tingle in your stomach is the worst companion in that long wait, and it feels like it’s playing with you, making you believe you are going to puke from the nerves.

Sasha watches you, noticing you are losing color.

“Are you okay, (Y/N)?”

You look back at her, your body falling on the back of the chair.

“Yes, thanks. It’s just that my stomach is tight from the nerves.”

She can see the worry in your face, which got deeper as the hours passed.

“Maybe you’re pregnant.”

You blink at her, almost innocently, until your hand flies into the air to ward off that thought.

“Of course not!” Your voice comes out sharply, making her chuckle.

“I’m just kidding with you.”

Your surprise disappears fast and it becomes a soft laugh, something thoughtful as you look at her.

“You really scared me.”

Sasha smiles, and she walks to the desk to sit on the chair on the other side.

"But let me ask you something: did the topic ever come up between you and Daryl… about having a kid?" She leans back, a little bit tired of that life. "I mean, I don't know if it would be selfish to bring a baby into this world, but at the same time, I want to believe that a new life would bring a little hope and color, too."

You weigh her words, analyzing your entire life in just a few seconds of silence.

“Well… I dated twice in the old world but believe me, that idea never came up with those people after I knew who they really were.”

Her eyebrows furrow in sadness, hating that you had to suffer like that.

“They were assholes, uh?”

"To say the least..." You chuckle, humorless. "Daryl and I… we never talked about it actually, and I know he’s completely different but, it scares me to death not being able to protect my kid if she or he ever happens, you know? Daryl is a protector, that’s in his nature, but sometimes things just... slip out of our hands."

Sasha nods.

“Maybe Daryl is waiting to marry you first.”

You chuckle, shyly.

“That idea never came up with those people either.”

“But if he proposed, would you say yes?" Your friend smiles softly, feeling tenderness for you at how alienated you are from something that everyone in the family is aware of, but she loves the sweet way you shyly nod. “Daryl is fine, (Y/N). I’m sure he is. That man is just so stubborn, and not even the whole world will stop him from coming back to you. Okay?”

Her kind words make you feel calm, and you nod again, trying to swallow the lump in your throat that prevents you from speaking at that moment. Trusting that he’s strong and stubborn is the only thing that makes that situation less worrying, just a little less.

Daryl and the group keep walking through the forest, talking about the safety that people are looking for desperately in that world, that they would give it all for believing they are safe, and Dwight keep saying that those people would give everything until they had nothing, until they would only exist.

“Nobody’s safe anymore.” Daryl shakes his head. “Can’t promise people that.”

“You can promise it to those people who want to hear it.” Dwight says back, confident in his own words.

They talk, debating about the remote possibility of finding balance in a quiet life, far from the danger of other humans when they are still the most harmful. A little bit behind them, Tina walks to a burnt and melted greenhouse close, in the middle of nowhere. She stops, recognizing the two dead people encased in melted glass inside. Dwight and Sherry blame themselves because they burned the entire forest without knowing that those girls were there, while, between nothing but rubble, Tina gets close again, kneeling to leave some flowers for them, lamenting the loss of two innocent lives.

But then, the corpses wake up to the sound of her crying and attack her, breaking through the glass. Their arms hold her and she falls between them, screaming in pain as they bite her soft skin. Daryl runs to her and kills the walkers, while Sherry pulls Tina towards her, crying.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” She says between tears, because she knows there is nothing else do now.

“Why did you come back for the ring?”

As the men keep digging a grave for Tina and the other bodies, Daryl stops to look at Sherry, who’s looking at an empty spot beyond all that pain. She doesn’t look back at him, just waiting for an answer.

"S’ jus’ a ring for ya but it means somethin’ important to me.”

A second later, Sherry finally looks at him.

“What is that?”

Daryl knows a promise can be broken, not by him, but by that dangerous world and how a life can end in a second, so the ring is, or will be a symbol of a truth, if he gets the opportunity to give it to you.

“It means I’ll love ma wife for the rest of ma life. S’ the only promise I can make to her.”

The feeling she sees in Daryl’s eyes is too deep, as transparent as crystal, a bond with you, just as important as the one she had with her sister.

"But you haven't proposed to her yet."

Daryl shakes his head.

"Not yet."

"And what are you waiting for?" She keeps asking, but the way Daryl looks at the ground for a second is her own answer. I'm waiting to stop being so scared, he thinks. “Why do you want to marry her?”

Sharing his deepest thoughts had always been a weak point for Daryl, but at this moment, he shrugs it off as he goes back to digging, the words passing through his lips, because talking about you was always something easy.

“She always felt like home, like, if home is a person an' not a place, an' since I met her I realized I didn't wanna get away from that feeling. (Y/N) always speaks with a soft voice, but at the same time she can be firm with the things she believes in, she jus’… knows who she is an' what she wants, an' she showed me that this world ain’t a bad place to live in despite the pain.”

The moment he looks at her, she nods, smiling while looking away, ending that conversation.

“How many walkers have ya killed?” Daryl asks, turning his attention to Dwight.

“A lot. A couple of dozen at least.”

“How many people have ya killed?”

“None.” He says, still throwing the dirt from his shovel.

“Why?”

Dwight doesn’t stop digging.

“Why haven’t I killed anybody?” He doesn’t answer immediately, thinking about how his life was before all that. “Because if I did, there would be no going back, no going back to how things were.”

Daryl looks back at him, with a little of hope in his blue eyes.

“M’ from a place where people are still what they were.”

Dwight stops and breathes through his parted lips, tired, weak, and vulnerable, but for a second, life seems less dark.

As Daryl uncovers his motorcycle, he really thought he could take those two people back to Alexandria, for them to have a new opportunity, a new beginning. However, they, after sharing a look, decide in silence that they would find their own way, and behind him, Daryl hears Dwight clicking off the safety of the gun.

“Damn it.” He grunts and tries to take his crossbow out of his body, but as he turns around, Daryl knows it is too late.

“Give her the crossbow.” Dwight say, holding the gun.

“Yer gonna go back? Will ya be safe?”

“Shut up!” Dwight's hand shakes with the weight of the question if he is making a mistake, but Daryl doesn’t look away, still breathing heavily.

“It ain’t no safe place no more.”

“Give her the crossbow.”

“Ya’ll kneel?”

Dwight doesn’t lose his composure, but he shoots close to Daryl’s head just to prove he won’t hesitate to kill him, so Daryl takes the crossbow out of his body and gives it to Sherry. They get on the motorcycle, with her holding the gun now, while keeping an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry.” She says after throwing some medical packs on the ground.

“Yer gonna be.” Daryl answers back, holding a menacing look.

Sherry's gaze falters with the severity with which she is looked at, but her next words hold not a trace of fear.

“Give your lover the ring, make her your wife and live a full life. Don't waste another day.”

After that, they leave.

But as the sound of the engine is drowned out by the relentless wind, Daryl lets out a small laugh while he pulls out the ring, coming to a revelation. The idea that you can find someone better (even in that world) and start something with someone else is just devastating for him, a wrong but perennial thought in his mind, but now Daryl knows that he would do everything in his power to become that better someone (even when in your eyes, and in everyone else's, he is probably the best human being possible)

Maybe, just maybe, that time apart hadn't been that bad after all.

And after a long and almost endless trip, the sound of an engine attracts everyone’s attention, and Sasha, Abraham and you walk to the window to see the truck that stops in front of that building. The air returns to your body when you see Daryl getting off the vehicle, finding his last name written on the door of the place where you all hid. Sasha and Abraham smile among them, relieved as you walk out of there, your legs trembling slightly all the way down the stairs, but you make it.

The sunlight shine on your face as you push open the door, as a sign that the cycle always repeats itself, but breaking the night with a new bright day as patience is rewarded. You feel weak and strong at the same time, as if you can breathe again. Daryl walks over to you, meeting you halfway, and finally, in what seems like a life apart, he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you even closer, but that doesn’t seem to be close enough.

Your arms around his shoulders hold him against you, while he breathes deeply against your neck.

“I knew you’d come back.”

He exhales, at peace now that he had found his way back home.

“Nothin’ or no one could have stopped me from doin’ it, peach.” Daryl pulls away just to take your face in his hands, his fingers caressing your skin and part of your hair, his gaze softening with the view of you, because he now knows for sure and without fear that love doesn't bring you down, not when it feels so good to be by your side again. “But I missed ya so fuckin’ much, woman.”

And then, Daryl presses his lips against you, still holding your face, without caring for anything else in the world. At that moment, it is just you and him again, while, at the entrance of the building, Abraham chuckles next to Sasha.

“This is way better than a parade of walkers.”

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I’ll run towards you in any life

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Jinwoo sees you open up to him fully.

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Once Jinwoo moved your pregnancy pillow to the other side of the bed, he took in your smile as comfort.

“Is that more comfortable? I’m not sure why we didn’t move you sooner, so you’re not staring at a wall all night.”

He rested his head on the pillow, you did the same, your pregnancy pillow in between like a bridged gap in a synapse behind his eye, twitching intermittently whenever a flicker of something interrupted his memories.

“Yeah it is, I can actually see you now.” You smiled and shrugged. “I’m not sure, I never asked.”

The sunlight filtered in through the window, highlighting sections of your hair in a lighter shade he’d hadn't noticed until now. The scent of your shampoo had rubbed off on the bed linen from last night, if Jinwoo breathed it in enough times it would put him to sleep. He would have let it happen too had his mind not been focused on how submissive you came across to him. Did you always just take him at face value? Did he expect you to just accept it, to nod your head and go along with it?

Jinwoo didn’t remember you, just an echo, something of the woman with no face in his memories. But surely you would have had some fight in you, not to just roll over and take it?

You were pregnant, he understood the hormones and how much you were going through, but he did wonder if there were times that you’d put him in his place, or told him off because of something he did when he wasn’t supposed to or apologetically fumbled the ba over something important.

“You should, y’know? Ask me if there’s something bothering you, or something you want to change. I’d be more at ease knowing you were too.”

He didn’t think for a second it was just your comfort that put him on edge all the time, the uneasiness of knowing nothing and wanting everything back as it were but to be the better person he knew he was.

A little jiggling feeling tickled the base of his spine and threatened to unravel, he clutched at the yarn desperately before it could loosen entirely. But he couldn’t tell why he was doing it.

“Okay, I will. I mean, we’ve had our fair share of spats, mostly me having a moan because you went and did something you shouldn’t have.”

“Like what?”

“Well,” You fiddled with the edge of the duvet cover, looking at a random spot on the wall. “You told Hae-in that I was pregnant with twins, knowing how she felt about you.”

Shit, did I? Hang on, I remember Hae-in feeling that way.

“Oh…”

You snorted. “Yeah, oh. It really knocked the wind out of me, it was like you did it on purpose. To be honest, thinking about it now, I’m glad you got it out of the way… she really liked you back then and I…” You never made eye contact. “I’m glad you stayed with me.”

“Me too.”

Jinwoo would have allowed himself to get lost in your eyes when you finally did look at him, something he found himself doing each time he looked at you. He wanted to understand how your mind worked. The almost-love confession, the little anecdotes that he replayed in his mind over and over to visualise what his life with you would have looked like before.

He remembered every raid, every association meeting that dragged on longer than it should have, dining with the Chairman and sipping on whiskey he didn’t like the taste of that left a bitterness on his tongue. He remembered each visit to his mom and Jin-ah on his own and the types of dinners he ate there.

Yet he just couldn’t remember you. 

Trying wasn’t acceptable. He needed to succeed, and before he could even try, the front door knocked.

“Oh, that could be the take out.”

“I’ll get it.” Jinwoo hesitated to climb from the bed and turned back to you, offering his hand out. “Need a hand?”

“Yeah, please.”

He got off and came to your side to aid you, holding your hands tightly for support. The twins could essentially come any day now, every twinge and sharp shooting pain down the side of your belly could have been the start.

Any time now.

“Thank you.” You stood and watched him, eyes locked and innocent.

Oh yeah, twenty four hours with you was beginning to really take its toll, but Jinwoo was enthralled with it. With you. Every second passed pulled him closer into your orbit and he was beginning to lose interest in grabbing a space helmet to breathe with.

You took that breath away more and more each time you were close.

She’ll be the death of me at this rate. My heart is beating so fast and I want to say something, but all I want is her lips- 

The door locked again, harder this time, forcing Jinwoo to retreat and open it before he ignored whoever it was and closed the bedroom door to drown it out.

Upon opening it, Jinwoo blinked away visions zipping behind his dry eyes. Thoughts on a faceless, pregnant woman running off with Jong-in into the stereotypical sunset, hysterically giggling in amusement while they moved out of sight.

Jinwoo knew he hated Jong-in, he just didn’t know the full extent of it. But if his thoughts were anything to go by, he had a clue, at least. He gripped the door handle until his hand shook, a possible involuntary reaction perhaps?

Who knew, all it did was cramp his hand up and he couldn’t let go.

“Jong-in, are you alright?” You asked at the door clinging to Jinwoo’s arm.

“I am.”

He did his damndest to appear less tired, straightening himself out in a t-shirt and jeans. The man always wore a suit, this was just unsettling. He looked like a... proper dad, not a guild master.

“Hae-in’s finally gone into labour, but it’s a long way from being over for her. She’s doing good, but it’s taking its toll. I’m just coming back for a shower and get a few of her things she wants.”

“What if she has the baby before you get back there?”

A reasonable concern from you. When that time came, Jinwoo wouldn’t leave the room for anything. He guessed that’s what set him and Jong-in apart.

Jong-in shook his head and wearily ran his hand through his hair. “They said she’s only one centimetre dilated, so they expect it to be a while before there’s any progress.”

“But…” You were more agitated. “What if it happens all really quickly and the baby just falls out and you aren’t there to catch-“

“Alright, I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves…” Jinwoo squeezed your hand to reassure you, though he wasn’t sure how much it actually worked. “I doubt a baby would just fall out, and I doubt even if it were the case that both of our babies would just slip out. I don’t think that’s how it works. Hae-in should be fine.” He wanted to suppress his chuckle, but the way you looked up at him and helplessly clutched his arm in your grasp made it so.

You were so adorable.

“But it’s a possibility.” You had him there. He couldn’t argue with that.

“Okay, it’s a possibility, but you’d have to be pretty unlucky to have two babies fall out of you. And I’ll be there to catch them if they ever did, alright?”

“Alright.”

Jinwoo would have melted into your gaze had he not been self aware, he didn’t care that Jong-in was just standing there while he batted away any lewd thought that graced his brain.

Everything had come in so quickly, that Jinwoo found his body reacting to you in ways that he never expected spending no more than a day with you. He watched you sleeping for a while last night, listening to the natural rhythm of your breaths, chest rising in an easing pattern.

His body wanted you, it was obvious by how you got out of the shower and he had to excuse himself because he’d gotten hard just seeing your skin wet and the towel draped over you that didn’t cover your baby bump anymore.

Jinwoo wanted you. How could he just ask when he didn’t remember you? He’d slept with you obviously, otherwise the twins wouldn’t exist. Though he was starting back at square one, the awkwardness and the fact he’d only spend twenty-four hours with you.

It felt wrong, but it was all he could think about.

“Ehem.” Jong-in cleared his throat.

“S-sorry, Jong-in.” We’re you thinking the same as Jinwoo? Your cheeks flushed. “What do you need us for?”

“I was just stopping by to say, if you wanted to come by later, I’m sure Hae-in would appreciate it. She’s a lot better these days, but she’s still so paranoid. I think it would help her if she knew that there were other people she trusted there. I can call you when things calm down a little. I have a feeling we’re in for a long night, so…”

“Okay, we could do that- Jinwoo, we can do that, right? We were meant to go to your mom’s for dinner, but I’m sure she won’t mind us going tomorrow?”

He desperately wanted to say 'no' immediately, to shoo Jong-in away and live in this comfortable bubble he’d found himself in. He couldn’t do all that though without consequences, could he?

“Yeah, of course. We’ll come by later.”

“Alright then, I’ll call if anything changes.”

“Thanks Jong-in, good luck with everything, send Hae-in our best wishes.”

“Bye.” Jinwoo closed the door immediately.

His brain should have been vacant, he should have waited for the takeout and sat down on the sofa to eat it when it arrived, maybe watching a movie in the process and wolfing down the delicious aromas.

It’s what he should have done.

Yeah, that was the right move.

Not kissing you behind the closed door, sweetly caressing your hair and handling you gently like you were made of fine china. He moved as close as he could, your pregnant belly pressing against him practically excited him, he did that, you allowed him to put not one, but two babies into you. He should have stopped and thought about the ramifications of his actions, to just ruminate over what he had already lost.

He didn’t, too overcome with his own wants and needs, a little release like a pressure pot the longer he touched you, made you feel good like he’d been wanting to. His body melted into you like putty and perfectly holding each spot on your body like he was meant for it. Your little exhausted sighs and moans of relief sang to his ears, cradled them and smoothed them over to satisfy his urges.

He wanted you. And he could tell you wanted him too.

His first time all over again with you, this time, he wouldn’t forget. Jinwoo refused to forget.

It was as though a silent, unspoken rule presented itself between you and him, kissing and exchanging fluids at each other's lips. 

’Go to the bedroom and make love to the mother of your children.’ 

And so he took you there, no words uttered, no movement misjudged, nothing out of place and all slotted in together as it should have. Again, there was a familiarity, Jinwoo’s body reacted the way it was meant to and more.

More.

More. 

Jinwoo slipped your clothes off, being sure to take care around your belly. You were beautiful, natural and just plain angelic. Naked skin contact set his whole body alight, itching with a sensation he couldn’t recall ever knowing or realising.

Possession.

You were his. You were his. You were his. And making sweet love to you solidified that in any life, any scenario or trouble, it was obvious that his body was yours. Yours alone, in any alternate second in this world that he’d find himself back to you.

He couldn’t remember, but that did not mean he never recognised that in some way, you were meant for him and he for you. It was how every time you touched him, he reacted to it, sensitive to the natural vibrations of your body against his, your sweet little noises only he heard and it forced him to evolve.

To be possessive.

No one else could see you like this. Ever. 

“I love you.” He said, the three words slipping past his lips unknowingly and with ease.

Sitting on his hips, hovering over his hardened cock, you couldn’t be more beautiful if you tried. A goddess. A higher self that even an angel could not replicate.

“I love you.” He repeated it again, his own discovered mantra.

At first, you said nothing, you didn’t move or make an attempt to arouse him. You just sat there, holding your belly and rubbing absentmindedly with your thumbs.

“I love you too, Jinwoo.”

That look, a calming yet petrified gaze down on him, as though to say, ‘even if you don’t remember, we’ll make do with what we have and enjoy it.’ 

Hearing it before he made love to you couldn’t have caused the connection to become more spectacularly infinite. Jinwoo’s body started connecting to his brain, the faceless woman still unidentified, but the overflowing emotions brimming with obvious sensations from his time with you before electrified his fingertips, trembled his legs and hitched his breath so he couldn’t breathe properly.

He fucked into you slowly, agonisingly sensual in a way you’d never forget what he could do for you. In and out of your drenched, swollen pussy, so close to the end and ready to do the most remarkable thing any human could ever do.

Your breasts were so swollen, leaking, begging for a release Jinwoo hadn’t had an opportunity to try before to his knowledge. Your response when he made a seal with his lips around your nipple told him everything. Because there was no response, like it was second nature by now.

Jinwoo had done this before. And he loved it.

Sweet soy, caramel, buttery on his tongue, each drip made his cock twitch. Each suck brought him as close to you as humanly possible, a connection he doubted he even had before his memories of you up and vanished.

It almost made him want to weep.

“J-Jinwoo…” You whimpered, grasping on to his hands for support, laced fingers with a voice that barely choked out, so weak and delicate.

Jinwoo kept his rhythm, switching sides and continued to suck on your milky nipple, taking each drop you gave him. You were close, he could guess that, or like his body knew, he didn’t change pace or technique besides licking your sensitive nipple every so often until your breathing changed.

You were about to come, Jinwoo wanted to come too.

He’d been holding it back because he wanted you to enjoy it and be comfortable, no words, just silence and understanding. He wanted to take the pressure from your breasts and fill himself before he filled you.

Your grip squeezed just like your pussy did and you came, trying to stifle a moan but failed. It was so sexy, yet guttural, clenching him so tight it caught Jinwoo up in the moment and he let go too, releasing himself inside you for the first-not-first time.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, barely.

“I love you.” Your only coherent response.

And once you and he came down from that all inclusive high you both rode on, Jinwoo pulled you in for one long, lingering kiss. He felt for the babies, his other hand caressing your cheek, one happy moment.

Possibly the all time favourite so far if he could remember the rest. But that was a matter for another time.

“I love you too.”

Jinwoo helped you up, ready to take you to the bathroom to freshen up, maybe a joint shower for a more sensually romantic time together before leaving for the hospital.

“I think we needed that.” You stretched, rubbing your back and pulling your robe off of the back of the door.

“Yeah, and it was perfect- what’s wrong?”

You just stood there, looking into space behind the door, your robe pooling at your feet for no reason. “Jinwoo… I think my water just broke.”

Part 26 <- Part 27 -> Part 28

AHHHH IT'S HAPPENING!!!

Okay, so I know I was going to make sure the labour was unaffected by plot, but the things I have in store, I really need it for the plot, so for the who don't wish to read the labour, I shall do a brief run down of the chapter in the one after as to not leave anyone out. I realise that labour can be very traumatic and don't wish to trigger anyone even though the tags are there.

We're almost there and will find out what the babies are and their names, I'm so excited!!!

Part 26 <- Part 27 -> Part 28

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[dramagodesss]

ex boyfriend! jj head canons

part one

ex boyfriend! jj who shows up to group hangs “not because you’ll be there” he says it’s coincidence. swears he forgot you were coming. but he wore your favorite hoodie. the one he left at your place and secretly stole back when you weren’t home. he spends the night throwing glances your way. laughs louder when you laugh. sits next to you “because there wasn’t anywhere else.” you move your leg slightly. it brushes his. he doesn’t move. doesn’t even blink. he’s just… still. like the contact might break him.

ex boyfriend! jj who leaves things behind on purpose. a lighter in your car. a ring he used to fidget with. the hoodie that still smells like his cologne. each one like a breadcrumb, leading back to him. you find one, days later, and your chest aches. he pretends he didn’t do it on purpose when you text him about it. “oh, weird. guess it must’ve fallen out.” (it did not fall out.)

ex boyfriend! jj who tells your friends he’s fine .“yeah, it’s cool. she’s cool. i’m cool.” he says it with that half-grin. then downs a drink way too fast. walks off before anyone can ask if he’s actually okay. he’s not. he spends the next hour smoking behind the chateau, staring at the sky like it’s got answers.

ex boyfriend! jj who keeps asking for your opinion “do you think this cut looks good?” “is this song actually trash or am i just being dramatic?” “should i bleach my hair again?” he pretends it’s casual. but it’s not about the song or the hair—he just wants to hear your voice. wants you to notice him. wants you to care.

ex boyfriend! jj who still calls you when he’s hurt. not physically—emotionally. when he’s spiraling. when his dad gets too loud. when the weight of everything feels too heavy. you’ll get a call, his voice small: “i know i shouldn’t be calling. i just… didn’t know who else to—"you always answer. you always will.

ex boyfriend! jj who flirts like you’re strangers, just to see if he could win you again “you always this pretty, or is it just today?” you raise an eyebrow. “trying something new?” he shrugs, but his grin falters for a split second. “just wondering if i still got it.” he means your heart. he wants to know if he still has your heart.

ex boyfriend! jj who looks for you in every crowd every party. every beach day. every late-night meet-up. his eyes sweep the space automatically. he lights up when he finds you—even if he doesn’t say a word. he just watches. memorizes. hopes.

ex boyfriend! jj who’s trying so hard to be the guy you deserved the first time. he’s less reckless now. he listens more. stays out of fights unless they really deserve it. he’s doing the work. and yeah, he still messes up sometimes. but when he looks at you, it’s with something softer. something new. something like please give me another chance.

ex boyfriend! jj who still calls you “mine” in fights without meaning to he’s yelling, wild-eyed, fists clenched—ready to throw hands over something stupid. and someone shoves him, says, “you’re just a dirty pogue—always have been.” you’re already moving before you think. “get the fuck away from him,” you snap, stepping in front of him. jj blinks, swaying a little—drunk, bloody lip, pride bruised worse. “she yours, maybank?” the guy scoffs. “yeah,” jj breathes. too fast. too soft. “yeah—she’s mine.” you both freeze. no one corrects it.

ex boyfriend! jj who leans into you on the way home he’s quiet now. all his fire burned out. you drive. he rides shotgun, knuckles scraped, knee bouncing like he’s nervous. you don’t say anything. just glance over every so often to make sure he’s breathing okay. at a red light, he says, “you didn’t have to do that.” you shrug. “yeah, i did.”

ex boyfriend! jj who kisses you like it might kill him not to you help him into his room. he sits on the edge of the bed, hair a mess, eyes glassy. you kneel in front of him, start cleaning the cut on his cheek. he’s not looking at you. not really. until he is. you feel it before you see it—the shift. his hands slide into your hair, tentative, like asking permission. you let him. and then he kisses you. desperate. soft. a little broken. like maybe this is the only thing still keeping him together.

ex boyfriend! jj who doesn’t ask you to stay—but looks at you like he hopes you will he’s lying back now, shirt off, bruised and barely awake. you tuck the blanket around him and turn to leave. his hand catches your wrist. he doesn’t say anything. just holds it. his thumb brushes your pulse. your heart stutters. you stay.

ex boyfriend! jj who wakes up the next morning, afraid it was a dream sunlight’s leaking through the blinds. you’re curled up on the floor in one of his old sweatshirts. he shifts, winces at the pain in his ribs—but his eyes go to you instantly. and for a second, it’s peace. his voice is hoarse: “you stayed.” you blink awake, stretch, yawn. “of course i did.” he smiles so softly it almost doesn’t look like him. but it is. and he’s still yours. even if neither of you have said it yet.

[sturnioz]

How would fb!chris react if he accidentally hurt shy!reader? (Maybe burns her with a lighter or something?)

And how would shy!reader react if she accidentally hurt fb!chris (maybe she nut taps him somehow? Idk)

NUT TAP LMAO

── ♯; fratboy!chris accidentally hurting shy!reader.

chris isn't quite sure how it happens. all he remembers is mindlessly flicking his lighter on and off while scrolling through his phone, and suddenly, a sharp, painful yelp pierces the air. he turns to see you, your eyes welling with fat tears, cradling yur arm against your chest, your bottom lip wobbling.

"what?" he snaps, confused and irritated. "what happened? what did you do?"

"you burnt me!" you wail, your voice thick with tears, hiccupping between each word. chris' first reaction is one of offense; how could you blame him for something like that?

he opens his mouth to retort, but his words catch in his throat when he sees the angry blister forming on the skin of your arm.

"shit," he murmurs, dropping the lighter onto the bedside table to reach for your arm, but you flinch way, refusing to let him as you pull back, and that causes him to grunt. "let me see it. i need to see it, kid."

after some hesitancy, you extend your arm, and he takes hold of it, pulling it closer to inspect the skin, and a grimace settles on his face at the sight of it.

"shiiit... you — y'know i didn't mean that, right? wouldn't hurt you on purpose, like, you know that yeah?" chris glances up, meeting your tearful eyes, seeking some sort of reassurance. but something shifts, and he continues. "you — you shouldn't have been fuckin' messin' around beside me anyway 'cos i didn't even have the lighter close to you—"

"chris," you cut him off, sniffling, clearly not wanting to be blamed right now. in that moment, he realises what he's doing and he bites down hard on his cheek, wrestling with his emotions.

"right. right, yeah," chris coughs, trying to mask his discomfort. "i.. m'sorry, bun. okay? didn't.. didn't mean it. i wasn't payin' attention."

you sniffle again and nod, seemingly accepting his apology. chris nods along with you before he slips out of the bed, scratching the back of his neck as he disappears into the bathroom, heart racing a bit.

a few seconds later, he returns with a first-aid kit in hand, the plastic clattering softly against his thigh when he sits back down opposite you, and he notices the confusion on your tear-streaked faced.

"burnt myself a few times. know what m'doin', alright? gonna.. gonna need you t'be brave, 'kay kid?"

you remain silent, save for the occasional hiccup and sniffle, as he opens the kit and pulls out a few antiseptic wipes and a roll of gauze. he rips open the packet with a quick motion, glancing up to meet your eyes for a split second.

"might sting.." he warns you. "but uh.. but it'll help."

as he gently dabs the wipe on your burn, you flinch in pain, a small whimper escaping your lips. chris grits his teeth, tightening his grip around the wipe, scrunching his nose in concentration as he carefully applies the gauze afterward.

"there we go," chris murmurs, finally securing the gauze in place. "just keepin' it clean. need to keep it clean." he meets your gaze again, scratching his cheek awkwardly as he adds. "y'did good, bun.. uh, brave. yeah."

── ♯; shy!reader accidentally hurting fratboy!chris.

you had got a bit overly excited.

you have been waiting for your results on your latest assignment for days, chewing the skin around your thumb, your nerves a mess as you repeatedly check your emails, waiting for the response from your professor.

then, it finally arrives — that email with your perfect score, and a joyful squeal erupts from your throat, echoing off the walls in the room. you can't help yourself; kicking your legs and flailing your arms in a fit of pure happiness, not even noticing that you are rolling toward chris, who lies beside you, blissfully oblivious and lost in a haze from smoking.

but then, in an instant, everything changes. your wild flailing fist makes contact with his balls, and your happiness shatters like glass when chris lets out a sound that is a half grunt, half gasp, his eyes snapping shut as he curls up in agony — that relaxed, floaty feeling he was experiencing, vanishing.

you freeze, your eyes widening in horror as you drop your phone, a gasp fleeting past your lips as you stare at him.

"fuck!" chris hisses, his voice strained. he squeezes his eyes tighter, cupping his balls protectively. "fuck.. fuck, you fuckin' b—" he stops mid-sentence with a sharp groan, and you know exactly what is about to call you, and you can't blame him.

"sorry sorry sorry sorry, i'm so so sorry," you panic through stammers, crawling closer to him, your heart racing as you reach out to touch his bicep. "chris, i'm really—"

"shut up." he grunts, cutting you off sharply. "just be fuckin' quiet — shit."

you jump out of the bed, your feet carrying you out of the bedroom as you flee downstairs, avoiding the weird and curious looks from other frat brothers as you dash into the kitchen, where matt stands in the corner, a peanut butter-covered rice cake frozen halfway to his mouth, watching you rummage frantically through the freezer to search for anything that might help chris.

you grab a bag of frozen veggies — a makeshift remedy — and sprint back up the stairs, your heart pounding in your chest. you catch a glimpse of nate as you pass, his eyebrows raised in confusion, but you don't stop to explain; you're too focussed on getting back to chris.

you burst back into the room, holding the back of veggies in your hands like it's a precious lifeline and hurry over to him, holding it out for him to take.

"seriously?" he manages to strain out, a mixture of disbelief and annoyance in his voice. reluctantly, he grabs the bag, grimacing as he places it down on his crotch, hissing softly in discomfort.

you watch him for a moment, your heart still racing. "i really didn't mean to—" you begin, but he shoots you a look that silences you, causing you to close your mouth instantly as you sit down on the edge of the bed, gnawing at your bottom lip.

[mimimoou]

Malboro Red or Gold?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Sofia's Sister!Reader

Summary: While he's busy over Sofia. His eyes drifts to another direction. One more closer than expected.

Notes: Hold me back, tight. Can't make a new blog and not write this hottie. I added a link on Rafe's lighter cuz it looks like him sorry :(. Also, I gave Kelce a last name but it's from his actor Deion Smith for like, fic purposes.

"Uh, babe. I can't find my—" Rafe pauses by the door, his hands slackens from his pockets trying to find his cigs.

"Cancer sticks?" You asked, glancing over your shoulder. You picked both of the packets and turned towards him, holding them out. You hear him chuckle. "Red or Gold?"

"Uh, the red one. Thank you." He doesn't bother to hide his smirk as he approaches you in long strides, getting there in only a few steps. As you give him the red one, his hand grazes yours, subtle, but enough for him to feel your hands.

He opens the lid and takes one up his lips, painfully slow, his eyes remain on your face, smirking when your face twists into a frown.

"You know why they're called cancer sticks right?" You say. Crossing your arms. "Its cuz they gi—"

"Give you cancer. I know," he shrugs.

He pulls out a lighter from his back pocket, flicking it open with one hand and lighting the tip of the stick up. The smell quickly permeates in your nose, forcing a sneeze and choking back a cough.

"You smoke?" He tilts his head, nudging the pack to you.

"Ugh," you cover your nose and mouth. "They smell poisonous. You know most people who experience second hand smoking die first than the one doing it?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. So you should stop." He chuckles, the deep rumble of his voice coursing through the house. He tilts his head back, laughing, and walks a few steps away from you.

"Maybe, maybe, the people who usually experience second hand smoking should, I don't know, avoid being around smokers?"

"W-well," you pause, gritting your teeth. "Some, sometimes they can't just avoid smelling smoke because what if, what if the smokers are the ones close to them? I've seen a lot of those here, either the parents, or siblings, or grandparents. And so in that situation, what can you even do?"

"Mhm. You have a point."

"But seriously, you have to stop. You're filling the house with smoke, Rafe. And for your information, I'm not old enough to smoke or drink in that matter, unlike—"

You stop yourself from finishing it. Shit. What on earth possessed you to say it.

"Go on," he urges, tilting his head. He didn't look upset, so there's that. He leans against the arm of the sofa. "Unlike?"

"Uh, unlike,"

He raises his brow. The shadow of a smirk long gone.

"Unlike, unlike! John B's crew! Yeah." You sigh, imagining yourself giving you a pat on the back. "I mean, they're like what, like seventeen or eighteen? Yet they always throw these crazy parties where they get drunk, sniff and smoke and like that,"

"Uh-huh." Rafe smirks again. "So, how exactly do you know about the uh, so called 'crazy' parties my sister and John B throw, huh?"

"What?"

"Oh, you know. Just curious, how do you know their parties are actually 'crazy', your words, not mine."

"I.." You're at a loss for words. None of your business obviously! But you can't say that obviously.

"What, like everyone their age bracket doesn't know? Everyone gets invited to those, so I would obviously hear about it."

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah-huh! And why are you so nosy for what?"

"Nosy??" He laughs.

"Yeah? Like mind your own beeswax girl."

"Girl??"

"Why are you asking me so many questions! Go back outside. Sofia is probs waiting for you for forever." You roll your eyes. "Alright, alright, chill."

"Yeah. Uh-huh. Yes. I think so? No! Wait— I said I'm coming okay!" You hurriedly grabbed your shoes and raced down the stairs, almost tripping at the last step.

"Yeah, my sister's driving me so— I live near you. Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

You groan. Despite the party just starting like an hour ago. Kate has been calling you nonstop telling you to leave already, but who the heck goes to a party early?

"Sof! We have to go!" You yell, entering the living room, but your sister was nowhere to be found.

"Sofia! I gotta go! The party's already started!" You looked around for her, your patience running very thin, she promised you she'd drive you after covering for her and RFE last time. So where was she?!

"Sofia! Sofi—"

"Your sister's not here," Rafe appears from the kitchen behind you. You frown and grit your teeth. If she's not here then where is she?

"She said it was an emergency or some kind. Left me here to chill. But I didn't know you had to go somewhere too."

"Well, my sister, who's totally gonna pay when she comes back, promised to drive me to Kate's. Remember the time she had to sneak out to you? Yeah, I covered for her, and a lot of times before that."

He throws a Dorito in his mouth before shrugging. "Your point being?"

"Now, listen to me alright."

"Yeah?" He raises his brow. Leaving the newly opened chips on the counter and making his way to the sofa behind you. "I'm listenin'"

"Okay, hear me out. Since my sister, who right now, owes me a shit ton of favors, isn't here. While you, the reason she needed a shit ton of favors from me, is,"

Rafe tilts his head, amused. He finds it entertaining how you're carefully explaining the whole expananza to him like he's an idiot. But he lets you be, given that he wants to keep on going.

You grimace.

"You understand right?"

"Uh-huh"

"So?"

"Soo?"

"Are you actually dumb? Did you trip your feet and bomb your head on the floor? Do you not get the gist of what I am saying?!"

He laughs.

He laughs. At your face.

He laughs at your face!

"I do, actually." Rafe rubs his buzzed head. "You want me to drive you to your party am I right?"

"Yes! Ugh finally! Thank you so much! Let's go, we have to go, I'm like late now." You glance at your phone.

12:30

Oh no.

"Not so fast, sunshine."

You froze, one foot mid-air outside.

"What do you mean?"

"Uhh, it's not here. How about HBO?"

"I didn't say yes did I?"

"Uh. You kind of did?"

"Did I?"

"Yes, now let's g—"

"Yep, do you guys have Netflix? I'm trying to watch that island movie—"

"W-what!? No, and—! Rafe, we have to go! Like- right now!"

"Rafe!"

"But I just don't get the hype with romance—"

"Rafe, I'm like so late rn, please I, ugh." You groan.

"That sucks."

"That sucks? Seriously? Your— okay. Wow. Cool."

He doesn't answer. Just the faint sound of the tv.

You grit your teeth and stomped in front of him.

"Look, you have a car. You have keys. You're dressed. Breathing. Mobile. C'mon just— Rafe please. I'm begging you."

His head tips back lazily. "Well, I was going to chill—"

"Chill?!" You scoff. "Y-you're literally here sitting doing nothing! This is my friend's friend's party, she's expecting me there! I need to go, please Rafe? Please, please, please!"

"What do I get?"

"Anything! Anything, I, I could cover for you, like I do with Sofia. But c'mon, we gotta go, like right now!"

"Aight, Aight. Go wait by the car. Need to find my keys."

"What, you don't keep your keys in your pockets?"

"You want to go to your party or nah?"

You roll your eyes and jog to his jeep outside. You catch a glimpse of him searching in the bowl of keys and nail clippers, then you see him disappear behind the arch walls of the kitchen.

You tap your foot impatiently on the ground.

Time check.

1:00

Fuckin—

"Rafe, what's taking so long?" You yell, standing on your tip toes to find him, he hasn't emerged since like forever after disappearing in the kitchen.

"Rafe!"

"Aight, Aight. I'm here. No need to knock your knockers off."

"Hahaha, very funny." He chuckles, opening the door for you before you launch yourself in. He follows behind as he turns the ignition on, his jeep roaring loudly in your somewhat peaceful neighborhood.

He drives away as fast as the turtles slowest speed.

"Can't you go any faster?"

"Well, I have my girlfriend's bossy sister in my car without a seatbelt who's still 'too' young to smoke or drink."

"Are you deadass."

"Yes I'm deadass. Now put on a seatbelt."

"Ugh, fine." You roll your eyes, making sure he sees you aggressively pulling on the belt and fastening it around you.

"Kay, now can we go faster?"

"Yes, ma'am," He smirks, stepping on the pedals harder. You gave yourself a victory cheer internally and a pat on the back as you see the meter run past 60.

But it doesn't stop there. It goes past 80, then 100, then 120, then so on and so forth. You gulp and grip the center console with your life as the meter runs even faster.

"Uh, Rafe. By fast, I didn't mean, deadly, car crash fast."

"What?" He yells, smirking. He doesn't hear you from the wind howling outside the car. You opted for open windows earlier ever since you smelled something funky in here months ago after he and Sofia drove you to school.

"I said we're about to crash into something!"

"I can't hear you!" He laughs as he shakes his head to you, gesturing his ears.

"Rafe, slow down!"

"I thought you wanted to go fast!" You frown, making an offended face. "I thought you can't hear me!"

"Depends on the wind!"

"What the fuck does that even mean?!" Your other hand was now gripping on the car door for dear life as he swerves the corner, making you collide with the car door.

"Rafe, we're seriously gonna die!"

"No we won't, sweetheart!"

"Rafe, I still want to go to college!" You whine, your toes curling in your shoes like that helps you.

He finally stops in front of a familiar house. You don't open your eyes as you continue gripping the car door and the center console tightly.

"And you will." He says. You hear him shuffling in his seat before you opened your eyes slowly, a heavy sigh of relief blows past your lips, which you know you've been holding.

Your grip doesn't falter as he reaches to your side. His hands resting on the seat beside your head, and the other beside your hand on the center console. His smell invades your system, his dior suavage you know all too well. He tilts in his in front of you, your noses almost touching one anothers.

"Well?"

You don't answer, just staring into the oblivion of his eyes, your actually debating if you'll poke it, or kick him in the shins.

"Well?! Well is what you're going to say after almost dying?!"

"Woah, sweetheart. Calm down."

"Be grateful I'm not here long enough to scold you. Now let me go," You grit your teeth and shove him into his seat. He accepts his defeat and raises his hands up, chuckling as he falls back into his seat. You unbuckle your seatbelt and angrily jumped down his car.

"And don't forget to drive me home too if you don't want me snitching on you."

"Yes, ma'am" He nods, amused. "I gotta go now, see you—"

The house was empty, save for a few police officers inside and your friend crying in front of them.

"Kate.. Kate!

"Hey, don't go in there." Rafe whisper-yells behind you. You hear him exit the car and jogging behind you. "Look like party and kids don't agree that much."

"I ha-have to go, Kate—"

"Kate's gonna drag you down with her if you show your face in there. We have to go." He holds you by your arm, trying to drag you back his car.

"But Ka—"

"Now." Your lower lips tremble, you've never seen police this close before, not that you were scared of them, but the thought of being arrested sends shivers down your spine. Especially when the party that was busted was the party you were supposed to go. What would've happened if you got there much earlier? Would you be at the station right now? Your parents and your sister with you too to bail you out? You sigh, not knowing if it's of relief or worry, maybe a little bit of both.

"You okay?" Rafe cuts through your train of thought. You contemplate whether to lie or just keep your mouth shuts. You chose the latter.

Rafe drives more slower, he stops beside a convenience store and opens the windows. He unbuckles his seatbelt and faces you.

"Hey," He says, almost too gentle for him.

"Hey.." He says it again, this time, he reaches for your face, cupping your cheeks in his abnormally large hands, they cover the whole of your cheeks. "Hey, look at me, look at me."

Your lip trembles again, but you shift your eyes up to him. "Don't think about it alright? None of those concerns you. Your friend will be okay, I know her parents, they won't arrest her, and even if they will—"

"They will!?" You sob.

"No, no! No they won't! It's just some dumb party okay? Maybe, maybe a neighbor called on them cuz they were being too loud, just normal shit okay?"

You were full on sobbing, you were scared of the police, the thought of them sends another shiver down your spine.

"I wore— my—my new clo—clothes b—because I thought—" You inhale, almost annoyed that you couldn't speak clearly. You sob even more when you remember Kate's face from earlier.

"Hey, It's alright, it's alright." He gently strokes your hair, drawing circles on your back as he hugs you, you face unintentionally settles beside his neck, his smell fills your nose and you continue to cry.

"My— my outfit— I— I can't— even—" You exhale, bawling your eyes out. "I dre—dressed myself— I wanted t— to wear these— I" You wail into his neck, your tears staining his polo. Your hands took a grip on his biceps, his muscles making your hand look miniscule next to it.

"I swear— all Kate do—does is get us in trouble. I'm— so ki—killing her when this is— done."

Rafe nods along, trying to stop himself from laughing, and so he just appears to be smirking among prying eyes.

"Uh-huh,"

"Ye-yeah, I'm gonna wreck— her so, so— so much— she's gonna—" no matter how much you've stopped crying, your sobbing spasms didn't seem to be done with you. Rafe moves you into his lap discreetly while you remained in a hiccup cycle, to busy crying and bawling your eyes out.

He smiled smugly to himself, positioning your legs so it rests on top of the center console.

After what seemed like an eternity, you eventually calmed down. Slumping on Rafe's chest with your eyes staring into space. You can't help but worry about Kate, the police won't usually raid a party full of teens except when there's like drugs and whatsoever.

"You hungry?" Rafe's chest rumbles as he asks you. "I don't know.."

"You don't know if you're hungry?"

"I don't kno—"

"Yep, you don't know." He clicked his tongue while poking the inside of his cheek.

"C'mon." He opens the car door on his side, his right arm loops around your waist, scooping you up and carrying you outside. When you guys land on the ground, he gently lowered you to the ground, steadying you before letting you go, almost hesitantly.

You watch him as he reaches for his wallet inside, stuffing it in his pockets along with his keys, he grabs your bag along too, holding it on the bottom and letting the straps fall.

"I'm not hungry."

He doesn't say anything when he closes the car door with a quiet click. He doesn't say anything when he hovers his hand on the small of your back, guiding you across the parking lot. He doesn't say anything when he opens the store's door when you guys enter, the mixed smell of ramen and cancer sticks permeates around you.

You cover your nose and mouth, an involuntary cough tears through you. Rafe glances down to you then he reaches to his pockets. He finds his handkerchief and hands it to you to which you quickly grabbed and covered your nose with.

"Thank you," you say, eyes scanning the shelves without pause. Your fingers skim over the freezer, trying to find your usual flavor.

You slide open the freezer and grab your fav, walking over to Rafe who the clerk was passing a new pack of cigarettes to. You frown, but don't say anything, handing him the icecream before flying into your own world of window shopping across the isles.

As much as you want to stop Rafe from buying the cigarettes, who would pay for the icecream when he decides to actually get upset and ditch you? So you wander along the isles. Distracting yourself from imagining his blacking lungs.

The store was mostly empty, save for the cashier and the drunk hobo outside. Rafe finds you quickly, sitting on one of the tall counters. He sits beside you, sliding the new pack of cigarettes in his pockets. But before you could lay your fingers on the icecream, he grabs it and opens the packaging, then he holds the icecream on front of you.

You throw him a questioning eyebrow.

"Want me to eat it then?" He flicks the icecream to you when you didn't take it.

You roll your eyes and take it from him, hid hand brushing yours once again.

The both of you settle in a weirdly comfortable silence, with him staring into the horizon outside and you licking the icecream, contented.

You look at your half eaten icecream, debating whether to say something. What would you even say? The embarrassment was slowly dawning on you. The loud, shameless bawling, the nonstop sobbing spasms, and don't forget you sat on his lap.

You bite your lip, shame stirring in your stomach. You were about to say sum when he overtakes you first. You almost sigh in relief that he does.

"Still want to party or nah?" Your eyes widen as you look up to him. Even when sitting down he was tall, huge.

"You're going to a party?"

"Well," he clicks his tongue. "I actually planned on skipping since your sister wanted a movie night, but, uh, I'm flexible."

"Really?! Who's party is it?" He chuckles as you bounce on your chair. "Don't get too excited. It's Kelce's, his parents are out for a while so he wanted to 'take' advantage of it."

"Kelce?! Like the Kelce Smith? What the he—" you stop yourself, biting your tongue.

"What? You scared to cuss of some shit?"

"Uh, no. It's actually bad to so like—"

"Uh-huh burns your lungs, aight, aight."

"What— ugh, you idiot." You roll your eyes.

"So, you game?"

"Uh, yeah, I so am. I don't want to waste this outfit I worked so hard on."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Had to like take more shifts than usual for the shipping,"

He nods along as you yap about your outfit. A grin decorating his lips.

"Well— let's go!" You yell, making eye contact with the clerk who gave you a mom look to shut up, you wince and mouth her a sorry before standing up and dragging Rafe by his arm.

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out of your league - paul x reader

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You stare at Emily’s smile as you whisper out a simple question.

“..Does it hurt?”

She shakes her head.

You agreed to go to lunch with her. She claims it’s been a while since you both have spent some alone time together.

It was huge. It was reddish and it looked fresh. She seemed lighter. Especially in the eyes. She looked even more happier if it were possible.

“Does it hurt to touch?” you ask and reach your hand and she swipes your hand away. Your hand is back in your lap. She was protective over it.

She hides the mark with her hair.

“Did it hurt when you got it?” you ask her.

“A bit….He did it while…We were you know…Climaxing.” she says in a whisper.

“Is that what’s supposed to happen?” you ask.

“Well, I don’t know…Old Quil says it could’ve helped relived the pain better.”

“Wow.” you breathed out.

“You think Paul will do it?” she asks before she takes a sip of her drink.

You shrug, “I don’t know..Maybe. He might.”

“You two are getting married soon. It’s basically the wolf marrying you.” she says. You nod.

“It’s like…I can hear what he’s thinking. He can hear what I’m thinking…It’s so surreal because it’s like imprinting times ten.” she says in a lovesick trance but she seemed very relaxed.

“Does it freak you out?”

“Surprisingly, no. Not at all.” she says with a light laugh.

“I’m happy for you.” you say and she beams with a smile.

Slowly, you walk in the home, closing the door. You hang up your jacket.

You were alone.

You close the door to your personal studio space. As your fingers worked the clay sculpture, your mind was focused on Emily’s mark.

It looked painful to anyone who didn’t know what was going on. Knowing how you felt around Paul and being imprinted to him, you wondered how it would feel when it’s amplified.

You were almost finished and you heard the door creak open.

His hands lift up the window.

“You need some fresh air in here.” Paul says and you pause your activities.

“Hello to you too.”

He grinned and planted a smooch on your face. You chuckled as it was sloppy on purpose.

“I’m hungry. You hungry?”

“Nah…Not really.” you answer.

“You’ve been here all day I bet.” he says.

“No..I went out to lunch with Emily earlier.” you tell him.

“Oh.”

“But, I can still make you something to eat.” you say as you rise up and go to wash your hands.

“You’ll never believe this shit.”

You bust out into a laugh as you plate his food, “What?”

“We have a female shifter.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“But…Why are people still shifting?” you ask thick in confusion.

He says a quick thank you before he digs in, “Who the fuck knows. I guess there’s still nomads out there.”

“So..This has never happened before?”

“No.” he says.

“What’s her name?”

“Leah Clearwater.”

You froze.

She was older than you. You definitely heard of her and seen her around only a handful of times since she was fairly popular. You both had never spoken. Last that you heard, she moved away after a couple years after graduating high school.

“She moved back?”

“Yeah.” he says with a sigh, “She’s a motherfucker to deal with.”

You would’ve laughed but you just couldn’t.

“What…What does she do?” you ask.

“It’s a fucking Sam marathon. I thought Sam was the bad guy as well but he can’t help who he imprints on. Even if it was her cousin.”

Things were starting to make sense.

“So….She feels Emily stole Sam from her.” you state. He confirms.

You sat in silence as you then hear how her little brother Seth, had also shifted.

Damn.

“How old is he?”

“Fifteen.”

“Poor kid”. you say quietly.

The next morning, you and Paul made your way to Emily’s.

Paul pushed open the door and sitting in a chair with her arms crossed, was short haired girl with a mean look that’s permanent on her face.

She looked over at you both. She looked a bit different since the last time you saw her, she had perfect dark long hair. It was cut now.

“What’s up, Paul.”

He nods at her greeting. She turns her head, glaring at Emily’s back. Emily turns around with a slight smile, you could tell she was a bit uncomfortable as she set food on the table.

You have a seat and the tension was so thick, a knife would’ve shredded in half from trying to slice it.

Sam strolls in with the others. They all say hello to you and Paul, a young boy comes in last as he eyes you curiously. You wave and his eyes light up with boyish charm and waves back.

“That’s Seth, Y/N.” Sam tells you.

“Nice to meet you.” you tell him politely.

“Yeah, you too.” Seth says.

Bella and Jacob sits next to you after Bella gives you a quick hug.

You were pleased to see that Angela came as well. She sits next to Embry at the large table. Quil and Jared bicker with each other as Kim sits quietly.

Things were okay until you noticed that Leah didn’t touch any food. Her plate was empty and her arms were still crossed as she glared at Emily. The entire time.

“You’re not gonna eat?” Jared asks her.

“No… Not her food.” Leah says bitterly as she tilted her head to continue to glare at her. Emily’s feelings looked hurt but she tried her best to keep her spirits high.

“Just eat, Lee.” you hear Seth tell his sister quietly. She only looks at her brother and he immediately gets the idea before he gives up on persuading her. She returns her glare back to Emily.

“Me and Jake’s going to the beach after this. Are you coming?” Bella asks you as people fell into other conversation.

“Sure. I’ve been cooped up lately.” you say.

”Y/N, what are you working on?” Emily asks, trying to ignore Leah’s hard pressed look.

“J-just a clay sculpture.” you say.

“You make sculptures?” Seth asks you. You just nod, “Yeah, something like that.” You were feeling the air be heavy. You hurry up to eat so you can leave.

“Slow down.” Paul tells you softly with a chuckle. If only he knew.

Plates were cleared as you rise up to take your plate to the sink.

“Do you want me to take yours?” you heard Kim’s voice. You turn from the sink and see that she was talking to Leah.

“Do whatever you want.” Leah says, still not letting Emily catch a break.

You felt a tap on your arm and see that Jacob was steering Bella out the door with his arm around her shoulder.

You follow them out.

You let out a breath when you both got to the beach.

Jacob cracks up.

“What. Was. That?” Bella asked as you all sat on a fallen log.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Leah.” Jacob says. Bella chuckles.

“That was so intense.” Bella says.

“Be glad you don’t have to see inside her mind.” Jacob says and grimaced a bit. You look at the waves.

“What did Emily even do? Did they not get along growing up or something?” Bella asks.

“Emily came to town when Sam went missing, she was supposed to help Leah find him. Sam imprinted on Emily. Emily rejected it at first but the pull to each other was too strong she just couldn’t ignore it anymore. Leah thinks Emily was creeping around with Sam the entire time he was missing and..It’s a mess.”

“Jeez.” Bella says.

“I mean…Sam couldn’t help it…Right?” Bella then asks. Jacob nods, “He can’t. Imprinting just happens.”

“I do feel bad. She has to watch her cousin and ex be together like it’s nothing. God, that would kill me.”

“Yeah. They were like sisters too. During the summer Emily would come here or Leah would go to Neah Bay.” Jacob says.

“Her brother is nice.” you say quietly.

“Yeah. He’s a good kid..Too bad he has to deal with this.” Jacob says.

“He’s like the polar opposite of his sister.” Bella replies.

Jacob chuckled at that.

“They were gonna get married too…” Jacob says.

“Damn.” you and Bella say at the same time.

“She’s definitely gonna freak when-” you freeze before shaking your head.

“What?” Jacob asks you.

“Nothing…” regretting that you opened your mouth.

“What? What? Spit it out.” Jacob says.

You breathe in, “You didn’t hear it from me…But…Sam marked Emily.”

“What?!” Jacob asks you in shock and his face showed he heard the biggest piece of gossip known to man.

You motion for him to quiet down.

“Wait, what? What’s marking?” Bella asks, not wanting to feel out of the loop.

“Shhh..” you say.

Jacob chuckles as he tells Bella, “It’s the solidity of the bond between the imprint and wolf. You don’t have to do it, but it’s like taking the imprint a step further. It’s not even a step, it’s just a whole new level.”

Bella eyes are frozen with slight shock, “Yeah, she’s gonna freak.”

“So Emily’s been covering it up.” Jacob observed.

“Yeah. She told and showed me over lunch.”

“When Leah finds out, we have to hide all of the knives.” Jacob says trying not to laugh.

“I don’t think she needs all of that. She will just tear Sam to pieces with her wolf.” Bella says.

Both you and Jacob hum in agreement.

You all make your way back to Emily’s after some time. Many of the others were gone. You heard talking in the living room.

That’s where you went.

“I’m so surprised you haven’t met your match.” you heard Leah’s voice say. You enter and Paul is lounging on the couch as he looked at her, “Nobody can beat me.”

“That cockiness still didn’t leave you.” she says with a grin.

“You call it cockiness, I call it confidence.”

Leah snorts as she looks up for a bit with a soft smile. It was the first time you seen her smile since meeting her. She looked at you when she realized you entered with Bella and Jacob. She didn’t say anything.

You go to sit next to Paul.

She gets up and goes out.

“Where are you going?” Paul asks her.

“Wherever the wind takes me.” she says humorously.

Paul shakes her head at her with a soft grin. He takes a look at you.

“You staying for dinner?”

“Maybe.” you say with a slight shrug. He then lays in your lap. Your hand rest in his hair.

“Jared told us you guys have a pool.” Jacob says.

“Jared needs to keep his freaking mouth shut I swear.” you mutter.

“Hey, what about me?” Bella says as she leans against Jacob.

“You get a pass… Jake still has to earn it.”

“Aw, what?” Jacob says as you and Bella chuckle.

Dinner was slightly better. Leah wasn’t there to make tension. Emily seemed much more relaxed.

Jacob being immature kept giving you and Bella looks. You only subtly shake your head at him.

“What?” Paul asks as he noticed.

“Nothing.” you say.

“So..Did you and Paul get a date yet?” Emily asks.

“Umm…No.” you say.

To be honest, you’ve been so busy with work that you didn’t get started on wedding planning.

“How come? This is exciting.” Bella asks.

“I’m loaded with commissions right now.” you say.

Going independent was supposed to make things easier. Now, it just seemed like people were tugging on your arm, fighting over you almost. The only good thing about it, seemed to be that you could keep all profits to yourself.

“I could help.” Jacob says.

“Yeah, no thanks.” you say. Sam and Paul laughed.

You closed the door to your small studio room, only for it to open again.

“Come on, Y/N.” Paul says.

“I’ll be there in a few.” you say as you sit down on your stool.

“You’re almost finished anyway.”

“I know. So, let me just finish.”

He stands there for a moment before eventually leaving you alone.

By the time you were finished, it was way past midnight. He snored softly in bed and you plant a small kiss on his cheek before laying down right next to him.

Larry invited you to his upcoming birthday bash in LA.

“Bring your fiancé.”

“If he says yes.” you say as you walk around a bit with the phone to your ear.

When he came in from patrol from earlier that morning, you step back from his smooch. He furrowed his eyebrows as he leaned back in. You softly smile.

“I want to ask you something really quick.”

“What?”

You tell him all about going to LA. He sighs. “I can’t. I would sneak out but, Sam put me with Leah for patrols.”

“Oh…Why you and not anyone else?” you ask as he pulled you into his lap as he sat on the couch.

“She doesn’t give me hell as much as she gives the others.” Paul chuckles a bit, “Sam’s words.”

You then chuckle a bit.

“Did you know each other before?”

He paused a bit. He then nods.

“Yeah…We weren’t tight or anything but she was actually cool before all of the Sam and Emily shit.”

You nod.

“Take Bella.”

“As if Jacob would let me.” you joke.

“You both went to Florida. He will be alright.”

You caress his cheek, “But, will you be alright?”

“I will miss you like crazy. But, I would rather you go where there’s sun instead of locking yourself in that damn room.”

“Hey, leave my room alone.” you say and he grins.

Bella looked up at you with excitement.

“Um yes! I would love to go.”

“Okay.” you say with a grin.

You sit down at the table after she placed her dinner for Charlie in the oven.

“What about Jake?”

“He will be alright…It’s LA. Come on.”

You laugh lightly.

“So, I get to meet the infamous godfather. Is he all macho?”

“No.” you say chuckling, “He’s actually really sweet. He will show us great hospitality.”

She’s happy with this.

“He asked me to bring Paul but..”

“Patrol?”

You nod.

“That sucks…Hopefully a time will come when they get travel with us. They’re the ones who really, I mean really, deserve a vacation.” Bella says. You agree.

You came home. Paul was asleep on his stomach. You were about to climb right into bed with him but you instead smooth your hands on his back.

He groaned awake and you stop feeling bad that you had woken him up.

“No, no, no. Keep going.” he says thick with sleep. You continue, applying pressure.

“Did you talk to Bella?” he asks.

“Yes. She said yes without hesitation.”

“That’s good…I did not want you going alone.”

“It’s LA. There’s no vampires.” you say with a soft smile as you climb on him to get a better angle.

“Yeah. But there’s guys who are human.”

You roll your eyes playfully but you wince a bit as you heard pops in his back but he hummed a satisfied noise.

“I have this right here. I don’t need anyone else.” you tell him.

He turns over and you’re still straddling him. His hands are firm on your hips. Your eyes immediately close as he forced them to move against his rock hard length. You open your eyes up to find that he was sleeping naked this entire time.

Soon, you’re pressed against him as he sits up and you’re sinking down on him with a breathy moan. His hands grip your back as you grip his. You felt the nips and open mouth kisses on your neck. He was god as you kept chanting it. He grunted as he asked you if it felt good. You agree with almost incoherent words.

You ate breakfast that he made you in the morning as you looked at him. He stuffed his face which made you chuckle a bit.

“What?”

“…I was just thinking..” you start.

“What?”

“Do you want…To mark me?”

He stops chewing.

He doesn’t answer.

You look at him.

You only resume eating as if you didn’t say anything. He did too. Eventually.

You wait with Bella at Emily’s while she waited for Jacob to get off of patrol.

Leah was there. She ignored Emily.

“I made brownies. You girls want some?” she asks as she entered the living room where you all where.

“Um..Sure.” Bella says. She rises and she looks to you. You rise as she was a bit frightened to walk past Leah by herself.

In the kitchen you both take slow bites. You both hoped that Jacob would hurry up. Sam made things worse by entering the kitchen from his bedroom.

Not even caring that Leah was in the living room, he places kisses over Emily’s face. She smiled a bit before pulling away and pushing a plate of brownies in his direction.

“You’re the best.”

You hung your head.

You heard a scoff. You look up to see Leah in the doorway of the kitchen. Pissed.

“That’s what he used to say by the way.” Leah says bitterly.

Sam sighs a bit as he realized his screwup.

“You’re a great baker as well. I’m sure you didn’t lose your touch.” Sam offered.

“Fuck. You.” she says with such weight.

She stormed out and you didn’t have to guess that she was in her wolf. Jacob comes in and hugs Bella. He takes a look at the environment as he eats the remainder of her brownie.

“What did you say this time?” he asks Sam.

“I just complimented her baking skills.” he says quietly.

It was silent for a moment before Jacob took it upon himself to silently let you and Bella know that you all could leave.

As you both were leaving out, Kim and Jared were entering the home.

“Em baked?” Jared says excitedly as he smelled the air.

“Go nuts.” you say quietly.

He doesn’t open the door but stands on the porch with Kim.

“Wait..Is it safe to go in?” Jared asks with caution.

“Yeah..Leah just left.” Jacob says.

“Oh.” he says with a slight wince as he takes a look at all of your faces.

“Why do you guys act like she’s the devil or something?” Kim asked. It’s quiet for a moment.

“We’re not.” Bella says.

“Please. You guys are. If it were any of you, don’t say you all would be smiles.”

“You ready to go?” Jacob asks Bella impatiently and she nods as she turns and takes his hand.

As you all walk to Jacob’s home, he shakes his head.

“We’re not mean. Right?” Bella asks as you both wheel your bikes.

“No. She’s just been trying to be Leah’s friend for some reason.” Jacob says.

“Really?” you ask.

“Yeah. Leah will be pleased to have a member of her fan club.” he says as he wheeled his own bike.

Coming back to Emily’s to see if Paul got back, you find him in the living room saying goodbyes to Leah.

“Alright see ya, Lee.” Paul tells her. She goes in and gives him a hug and he returns it.

She doesn’t look in your direction as she leaves out.

“You ready?” you finally ask him.

He nods once.

You both decided to walk home but it was silent.

“We should go sit at the beach.” you suggest quietly.

“Nah…”

You nod as you continue walking.

Paul flopped down on the couch as soon as you two came home.

“Come on, watch this with me.” he says as he was happy that his favorite movie was on.

You groan a bit, “I wish I could.”

“Why do you wish?” he asks.

“Deadline. Especially since I have to leave.”

“Oh…Hurry up so you can catch some of this.” he says trying to keep a cheerful attitude. You smile a bit.

Paul was asleep on the couch when you came out. It was very late, almost morning. You shook his thigh gently as you tried to wake him up but he was deep asleep.

“Paul.” you call. He blinks awake.

“What? I’m watching tv.”

You chuckle, “Liar.”

You pull his arm to tug him up and he gets up. He lays his head on your shoulder, almost making you fall but he catches you with a chuckle.

“Would quit acting silly?” you say. He’s still laughing.

His face was neutral as he watched you pack.

“It’s just the weekend right?”

“Yeah.” you say.

“What time again?”

“Sunday morning. I promise.” you say.

He watches you some more.

The day you and Bella touched down, you all went to an interactive art show. Bella made sure to bring her camera.

Larry’s girlfriend then made him a birthday dinner.

“No fucking way.” Larry laughs as he opens his gift from you.

“Happy birthday.” you say with a smile.

“Thank you so much, Y/N.” he says and gives you a big hug.

You sculpted him a piece of decor for him.

You appreciate the intimacy of the dinner because the next day, that’s when his party began.

For it to be Larry’s birthday party, the guests that came and brought people, made it into the own party. You now understood the dinner the day prior.

People who weren’t even in the art scene were there.

You hold Bella’s hand. It was the first time you seen someone snort a line of coke as if it was nothing.

However, things were better as you both unknowingly made funny conversation with a musician.

“Wait that sample came from you?!” Bella asks in surprise.

He nods with a chuckle.

“Are you making new music?” you ask him.

“Yeah. I just have to make the cover but my album is about to drop.” he says.

“Do you need someone? Y/N is an artist.” Bella nudge you with her elbow.

You wave it off but he looks at you.

“For real?” he asks you seriously.

“Yeah but, go with your original plan.”

“No, no. What type of art do you do?” he asks with great interest.

He hands you your phone back after he swiped through photos.

“Before you leave, we have to link up.” he tells you.

Bella came as you talked ideas with him. It was the first time you were in a professional studio.

“You put cool ranch doritos in this?” Bella asks him as she bit and chewed on a baked chocolate chip cookie.

He smiles and nods.

“It works.” she tells him.

He let you and Bella listen to his songs to get the idea.

“Okay…I got it.” you tell him as you set down your pencil.

He nods with a smile when you show him the ideas.

While Bella slept, you stayed up as you worked on the agreed art direction.

You send it to him right when it was an hour before it was time for you and Bella to board the plane to go home.

You came home and Paul made it seem like you were away for twenty years.

“I should go away more, I like this treatment.” you joke and he makes a disapproving noise.

You chuckle.

At the bonfire, you prayed that Leah would understand imprinting. Seth was just happy to be there. You watched as he followed Jacob around when he arrived with Bella.

“I saved you some burgers and hotdogs, Jake!” Seth says happily.

“You’re the best.” Jacob says to him with a grin and ruffled his hair.

Paul tugged your hand to sit next to him.

Leah came, but with something. A hydroflask.

“You want anything?” Paul asks you. You shake your head as you didn’t want to say yes, only to not eat it.

He tells you he will be right back.

Leah sauntered over and you didn’t expect her to sit next to you.

“Hi.”

You look at her, “Hey.”

“Y/N..Right?”

“In the flesh.”

She chuckled.

“So…You’re dating Paul?”

You nod. She nods.

“How long?”

You tell her.

“High school sweethearts…” she says and looks at him, “It does kind of suit him…. I can’t hate on it.”

You nervously smile as you hoped that Bella would hurry up with getting food with Jacob.

She touched your arm.

“Want some of this?” she whispered. Her mischievous grin made you chuckle. You take a sniff. You make a face that made her laugh.

“I don’t really drink all like that.” you say.

“What?” she asks surprisingly.

“If anything, I’ll blow down here and there.” you say. Her eyes lit up.

“You got some right now?” she whispered excitedly.

You chuckle a bit, “Not on me…But hey, maybe we’ll make a day of it.” Her of all people needed it.

She grinned.

“Hey, you’re less annoying than the others.” she says in a hushed tone.

“Um..Thanks.” you say.

“No, seriously…And then…The girls Paul used to entertain used to be all..” and she makes a disgusted face that didn’t make you jealous, but it made you laugh a bit.

“He did tell me you guys like..Seen each other around.”

“Yeah..Yeah..We did..” she says and thinks off and you have questions.

“Did you guys know each other well?”

She laughs. She covers her mouth to muffle her laugh.

“I’m sorry….You seem cool..I wouldn’t want to lay it on you like all….Damn…I really don’t want to be messy.” she sincerely says and it makes you freeze at her. She looked uncomfortable. She only slightly shakes her head as she looked at you.

“What…What do you mean?” you ask trying to keep your voice light.

“I…I mean…We were young and reckless so..” she says trying to brush it off.

“Hm..” you mused.

“I don’t want to make things weird for you…I’m surprised he didn’t like…Warn you or…Tell you, at least.” she says in a hushed tone.

She wasn’t taunting but she takes a drink to stop talking. It was clearly the alcohol. She was spilling out her words.

Paul is coming back over you two and she calls out his name.

“Didn’t we know each other?” Leah asks.

“Leah…Just shut up.” he says.

“Come on, let’s joke about it. It was a long time ago. You’re with her now. I mean..She has the right to-“

“Leah. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” he snapped at her.

Her smile doesn’t fade.

“Paul.” she said his name in a tone that let him know that it was unnecessary for him. She then looked at your uneasy face and looked back at him.

”We know each other well. Tell her how well we know each other, Paul.” she insists as she hits his arm.

It was one look that made you freeze.

It was the look that showed he was seething.

“How…Well?” you ask with your eyes down.

“….Its….Before we dated.” he says quietly.

You look up at his chagrined face. You felt your heart form cracks.

“He always hung around us older kids and I found out very soon…He was very mature for his age.” Leah joked. She said it low to where nobody looked over in the direction of the conversation.

You still get up and not even daring to look back at him calling your name.

You rest your hands on your knees as you felt sick while you were on your way home. Shaky breaths came and that gave Paul enough time to catch up with you.

“Just tell me the truth…No matter how bad it is.” you whisper.

“Let’s go home first.”

“Just tell me now.” you whispered.

He swallowed.

“It happened when her and Sam was fighting one time…Me and you weren’t even talking to each other yet... They broke up for a brief period of time…Way before the shifting stuff even happened..We were….”

He took too long to explain.

“You had sex with her….Right?” you choked out, interrupting him.

“Yeah….But, it only happened once.”

“Okay.”

He blinked at you.

“So, that’s why she was acting weird towards me…There was plenty of opportunity for you to tell me knowing she was going to be around me.”

He couldn’t say anything as he looked down.

You turn with that and finish walking back home. He was so silent, you didn’t even realize that he was behind you when you went to shut the door behind you and it stopped due to him taking it over and shutting it.

“Y/N…Let’s talk about it.”

“I’d rather just forget it…You had a past…I won’t hold it against you.”

“Yeah but-“

“Just drop it, Paul…..Please?” you whisper. He takes a look at you before looking down. He nods.

“You can go back to the bonfire…I’m just gonna..Work on…” you trail off as your thumb points towards the room you loved to work in.

“I don’t want to go back…Not without you. If you’re not going, I’m not going.”

You’re quiet for a moment.

You just grab his hand.

”You’re my bestfriend. Why are you so afraid to tell me things?”

He relaxed. Shoulders dropped and you almost didn’t recognize him.

“It’s hard Y/N. I don’t want you to be disgusted with me. I was wild.”

His tone alone made you pull him in close and he smothers his body with yours, it made you incredibly but deliciously nervous.

“It was ‘in the moment’ type of thing. It’s why it’s never happened again. I should’ve stayed in my place...” he says.

“How do you feel…When you look at her?” you ask him.

“ I feel..She does deserves better..I never want to experience that..Ever. That’s why I don’t want to lose you. Ask me whatever you want, I will answer.” he says.

“Will you not keep anything else from me? I get you have a past…You didn’t learn those skills from fiddling with your thumbs.” you say and you hear his chuckle.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not going to judge you.” you reassure. He nods.

It was a nice day as you waited for Jacob to pick up the phone.

“Speak.” he greets.

You roll your eyes.

“Trying to go swimming?”

“….You mean like cliff diving?“

“Oh we can do that. I was gonna suggest my pool but-“

“No! Bells is with Angela though.”

“I don’t care, you can still come. I kind of want to talk to you anyways.”

He hangs up and he’s over.

You both float after an ultimate splashing session.

His face is dripping with disapproval, “You're kidding me right? You let him off way too damn easy.”

“Jake, I don’t want to fight with him.”

“I don’t care…If it was the other way around he would’ve popped his lid and you know it.”

“It’s not like he hid the fact that he got around back then anyway.”

“But still.” he says rolling his eyes.

“He was loyal even before the imprint.”

“Is that how you’re looking at it? Seriously Y/N. You give him way too much grace. I’m not hexing you but let a guy give you the smallest, I mean the smallest amount of attention, watch how he acts. I bet the words ‘I won’t judge you’ won’t come out of his mouth.” he says quoting you.

You swim away a bit and you say dismissively, “Yeah, yeah.”

Emily closed her cabinet as she was trying to make everyone a dinner with the help of Angela.

“I can get it for you.” you tell her as you set your sketchbook down.

You get your keys and Leah perks up from the couch.

“You’re going to the store?”

You nod.

“Can I come?”

You freeze a bit before you nod again.

She compliments your car. You say your thanks.

Leah boredly flips through the magazines at the store. You grab what Emily asked to get.

“We don’t have to go straight to Emily’s.”

You look at her.

She walked by you a bit as she played with her light jacket pocket. You knew the smell.

“I hate all of this…I have no friends. No period…A fucking wolf…Who the hell did I piss off so bad?” she asked in a hideout by the beach. It was very easy to miss.

You squint as grey leaves your open mouth as you speak, “No period?”

She takes what you were offering in your hand and she takes her turn, “I don’t even want to celebrate because I don’t even have an imprint..Like you all do.” she frowned.

“You’ll find your person.”

“Do not talk to me about that when you’re the last person to open your mouth.”

“First of all..” you accept your turn again, you blow out the drag after you held it, “Paul was the last person I would ever thought in a billion years, I would ever even talk to.”

“Yeah but..I would kill for that…The only person who could make it all better…Is happy…Free from feeling how I feel…Why can’t he feel…Just a second of how I feel?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry…I didn’t want to make things weird. I wish it didn’t happen, the post clarity was just…I was drunk when I started running my mouth..” she says.

“I’d rather that to happen than me going all of this time not knowing.”

She doesn’t say anything for a while before asking, “So…Does this mean I still get an invite to the wedding?”

“Sure..Why not.” you say with a grin.

You both made your way back to Emily’s.

Coming in, you set the bag down on the counter. The cooking food smelled so good as it wafted through the home.

You slowly sit down next to Paul as he watched you. He discreetly sniffed and he knew what took you so long. It was faint but, he’s been around you long enough to know. He doesn’t say anything.

“We were gone all of that time and nothing is finished?” Leah asked out loud.

You break into a chuckle. Leah hearing you laugh, eventually made her laugh. You’re laughing together.

Talking surrounded you as you tried to watch what was on tv but you instead watched the colors and zoned out.

You wish you brought a sketchbook.

Emily does finally says that the food is finished. Paul gets up from the couch and takes your hand.

“Oh my god…This is really good.” you tell Emily.

“Aw, thanks.” Emily says.

“Like…So good.” you say. Jared smirked.

“Leah likes it too. She’s almost finished with her plate already.” Jared points out.

“I’m hungry.” she says with her mouth chewing with food.

“You hungry too, Y/N?” Jared asks with humorous glint.

“What?” you ask as you chewed. Jared saw how hooded your eyes were when you looked over at him and he chortled to himself.

“What?” Kim asks him.

“Nothing.” Jared says as he finishes out his laughter.

You only brush it off and continue eating.

“So, when will the work that you did in LA come out?” Sam asks.

“Soon…Real soon.” you say in a lax tone.

“We have to go back. I had such a great time. California changed since the last time I was there.” Bella says with a smile.

“Right? I mean I would live there…But like…Christmas though. What’s a Christmas without snow? I gotta have snow on Christmas.”

“I thought you hated the snow?” Kim asks.

“I appreciate it….It sets the tone.” you halfheartedly say.

“I agree.” Angela speak up with a grin.

“It does. The first time I seen snow was when I started living here. I hate anything cold and wet but Christmas time doesn’t feel like Christmas without the snow.” Bella says to you.

“I made dessert.” Emily then says.

“Oh my god, yes.” you say with a smile as you put your hands together for a moment.

“No way, you’re still hungry.” Jacob tells you. You ate two entire hearty plates. He’s never seen you eat that much. He voiced it out.

“I have.” Paul simply says quietly with his hand still on the back of your chair.

“News to me.” Jacob muttered.

Jared leaned on the counter as he drinks a cup of juice.

Your eyes stayed on the sink.

“Who would’ve thought that was the way to pull Leah in?” he says in a hushed tone.

“Shut up.” you say laughing a bit.

Leah still didn’t speak to Emily during the days you would still come over.

You sat on the couch as Paul was on patrol with Jared.

Kim said hi to Leah. She only waved to her but flops next to you with a grin, “Hey.”

“Hey.” you say.

“What’s that?” she asks as she sees you doodling.

You just let her look at it. She then asks if she can look through the whole book.

You let her. She takes her time with flipping through each page.

As you were washing dishes at home, Bella texts, double texting you to look online. You do.

“Oh, wow.” you say as you stand at the sink, looking at your phone. The water is still running.

Paul shuts the water off as he looks at you, “What?”

“Look! Look!” you say with a smile.

Your artwork was posted.

“Y/N. One of the most talented people I got to meet and I’m so grateful. Without her, this album wouldn’t have been visually made. Making this album cover with you was great and such a magical experience as we were able to go all out with creativity. You have a real gift for capturing beauty and I’m not just talking about the art itself ♥️ Seriously though, I appreciate her and her mind sooo much. Hopefully, you all appreciate this album just as much as I do. OUT NOW!”

He stared at the picture of you two hugging each other tight. He swipes, there’s another picture of you two not being serious and being silly. He swipes over and there are more where you two were sitting close as you both worked on ideas together.

It displayed the fun you had. He took a look at your face and the faint smile you displayed as you looked at the pictures with him.

You watch as his mood change. Your heart beat faster as you his face hardened.

“What is it?” you ask.

He gave you a face that showed he was annoyed. You close your eyes as your smile faded.

“What is it?” you ask again slowly.

“Don’t act dumb.” he says deadpanned.

“I’m not.” you say with slight annoyance. He reads out loud, not hiding his distaste for a section of the text.

“You have a real gift for capturing beauty and I’m not talking-“

“Here we go.” you mutter. But he still finishes reading over your spoken statement.

“What do you mean here we go?….You were just crying the other day about me and Leah and then turn around, you don’t think there’s anything wrong with this. That’s a love letter, not an accolade….It sounds like you rocked his world.”

You glare at him as you snatched your phone back. The audacity of him.

“I can’t relate. You two actually fucked!” you snap at him.

He clenched his jaw before rolling his eyes, “It was a long ass time ago.”

“Aren’t you even happy for me?”

“I am Y/N. I am. What you did was amazing. I’m not happy about his wordplay though.”

“I don’t know. I made something for someone and you’re thinking I opened my legs for him all because he gave me my flowers… That’s totally unfair. You’re thinking every guy wants to hump my leg. Get over yourself.”

“You don’t want to get me started. Remember New York? With Cullen?”

“What. Are. You. Talking. About? You’re not even making sense.” you grit out, feeling so angry that tears were threatening to form.

“Had I not told you to come home, you would’ve stayed longer and I know for a fact you two would’ve started a little fling.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you say as your vision is blurry. You storm out. You shut the door to the bathroom as you sat on the floor with your back against the door.

Your knees were to your chest as you silently sob, mostly due to frustration.

It was as if you two didn’t know each other at all. It was like two strangers in the home. He slept on the couch. It was like that.

“I’m sure…You two will get back.” Bella says quietly.

“I don’t even know…He’s acting stupidly possessive.” you grit out as you threw a seashell in the ocean.

“The message was nice…He will get over it.”

She didn’t know. She didn’t live with him. But you still give her a silent thanks for her trying to support.

You blinked awake as you were used to waking up alone for the past two weeks.

As you showered, your mind wondered why you two were always butting heads. After all, he was your soulmate and it was as if fights were just easy to collect.

Paul came in while you were sitting on the couch with a book. He was heading for the hallway.

“Can we talk?” you ask him.

He opens the hallway closet and grabs a towel.

“About what?”

“Come on, don’t act like a kid.”

“Take your own advice.” he throws back. You glare up at the ceiling before calming yourself down.

“What we’re doing is toxic. We’re always fighting. I just want us to get along.” you carefully say, trying to be the bigger person.

“I want us to get along too. Which is why I don’t get why you’re trying to hold onto old shit that happened a long time ago.” he says and sets the towel in the bathroom.

“You brought up Edward and New York.” you scoff.

“You brought up me and Leah.”

“That’s not fair and you know it. It’s apples to oranges.” you say with frustration.

“Okay.”

“Okay…So..What?” you ask him, not knowing what’s next.

“We talked.”

You move off of the couch as he started walking. You grab his arm to get him to turn around. He peered down at you.

“Say you’re sorry.” you tell him.

He sniggered. You felt yourself get angry. So angry you wanted to slap the smile off of his face.

“For what?”

You step back.

“You know what?… I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. In fact, I give you my deepest apologies.” you tell him calmly. He looked confused.

You slid your ring off.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You set it on the coffee table.

He barked out your name.

“This isn’t healthy…I said yes to the loving, caring, secure Paul…. Not whatever this is.” you say.

“Put it back on.”

“I will, when things between us get better. We’re not even married yet and you’re sleeping on the couch like we’re about to sign divorce papers.”

“Fuck…Fuck. I’m sorry! Okay?”

You pick your book from the couch and he grabbed your arm as you tried to leave to another room.

“Let go of me, Paul.” you say in defeat.

“No.” he says.

You look at him.

“No. I want to marry you, Y/N. I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole. Okay, I admit I was being an ass but this…This isn’t worth it, okay?”

You look down for a moment.

“Just please put it back on. You don’t have to talk to me ever again. You can scream that you hate me all you want. Just please put it back on…Please?”

He extends his arm to swipe it up in his hand. He takes your hand and you watch as he slid it back to where it belonged. His hand actually shook which made you freeze.

“Do you even believe me?” you ask him quietly.

“Of course I do. Just ignore me being annoying, alright?”

“You’re very annoying.” you say softly. He looked up at your soft smile and softened his anxious face.

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” you say quietly.

He lets your arm go. You walk away and entered your art space with the close of your door.

You don’t make anything. You instead rest your head in your hands.

“How did everything become so hard?” you asked in your mind.

Paul opened the door when it was late, you were asleep at your desk with your head down.

Trying his best to not wake you, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to the bedroom.

It was the best sleep of your life as you both slept pressed together. Little did you know, it was the best sleep of his life as well.

You woke up with a gasp. Your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to have clarity in your brain. You look down with a sigh and it was the most erotic scene you’ve ever seen.

Your head fell back into the pillows as Paul opened your legs wider and you clutch onto his head. Your eyes squeezed shut as you shuddered with a blinding light behind your eyes.

You both sat in the car as you squinted from the morning sun. You held a donut to his mouth as he took a bite that made you widen your eyes with a genuine giggle.

He chewed and you blink. It was weird. You looked through the windshield of the car, peering into the empty parking lot as you wanted to draw fish. The sky had a great blue. You immediately thought of the ocean.

You slump next to him and he had just swallowed.

A burst of bubbles warmth was in the presence of just him. Reaching over with a thumb and slowly graced the poked tongue that slowly made its way out of your mouth on the left over powder.

You sit back as you didn’t know what made you do such thing, only to find him with a lax grin.

He tilts his head back as he leans to tease your mouth with his. You leaned trying to catch his lips but they moved with his movements of not fully capturing yours.

You eventually break into a smile before leaning back into your seat.

Coming home, he seemed to not forget what you did in the car.

You try to lounge on the couch only for him to pull you in a kiss after sitting down next to you. The heated energy went right to your core as you couldn’t help but hook your leg to rest it a bit on his knee as he held your head to continue eating at your mouth.

You both connect on the couch as you both move your naked hips in sync. You squeezed your eyes shut a for a second as your body moved forward and swallowed all of him. Paul groaned deeply as he held your body as he moved his hips. He lost track of what was what. You couldn’t even think beyond the intense emotion of each other’s bodies molding together.

You both weren’t even kissing, but you both sighed out in each other’s mouths.

You climb off of him as he lifts you up in his arms.

Your hands fall onto the bed as he hovered over you and kissed your back and your shoulder blade. He nudged you onto the bed. As you turn and lay on your back, he opened your legs as you look up at him.

You whisper out his name as he started to grow again. His touches seemed to be amplified with desire. The desire licked the deepest parts of you.

He pulled back from the sensual kiss that smacked off of your mouth, he rubbed himself to get hard again against the white spilled substance that was between your legs.

The extra lubrication was making it hard to stop the erotic noises from spilling out of your mouth.

Paul had never experienced something so moist in his life. His hips lazily thrust as your body screamed in satisfactory tingles.

Bella smirked at the joined hands as you both walked into Emily’s.

You join her at the couch with a smile.

“Where’s Jacob?”

“He’s coming with Sam.”

“Alright, I’m off.” Paul tells you and mushed his lips to yours before leaving once Sam and Jacob entered the door.

You and Bella chill in Jacob’s garage as he tinkered on Bella bike.

It was acting like it didn’t want to start.

You sketch out the idea you had while Bella and Jacob fell into conversation.

The passion project made you feel excited because you haven’t made anything for yourself in such a long time.

Paul was worried when you locked yourself in the room but a couple of hours passed before you come out, fingers covered in pigmented paint.

He watched you wash your hands in the bathroom.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him.

“Nothing…Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” you answer and then he saw your smile. You touch his arm.

“Come look.” you encourage him and he follows you into the room.

He was pleased to see the window open.

The picture was vibrant and he moved toward it. He picks it up carefully with such interest.

“Careful. It’s not dry yet.” you say. He nods as he looks at it.

“Who is this for?” he says. He smiled as he held it up with such admiration but delicately.

“No one.” you say shyly but he managed to kiss it away.

“Can I have it?” he asks excitedly.

You nod meekly. He gives you a handsome smile.

“I love this..I love you.”

“I love you too.” you say feeling a burst of warmth inside.

You breathe out trying to be steady but it was hard because your back was pressed against Paul’s chest.

“Thank you.” he says in your neck.

“It’s just a painting.” you say with a light chuckle.

“Yeah but it’s your painting.” he says.

You wake up the next morning and see that Jacob texted you that Bella’s bike was fixed and invited you to ride with them.

You held onto the wall with one hand as you tried to get ready. You felt dizzy. Paul placed a kiss on your neck. His hands are covering you.

You’re lightheaded as you blink and your vision is spotty. You rush to the bathroom.

He heard you emptying your insides as you gagged into the toilet. He knocked with one finger knuckle.

“Y/N…Are you alright?” he asked through the closed door with deep concern. You gagged again. You cough.

“I’m okay.” you say while straining as you flush the toilet.

You clean your mouth and you shiver as you enter the bedroom.

“Are you sure?” Paul asks as he rubbed your arms.

You nod and clear your throat.

“I just need to lay down.” you say with your heart beating. You pull back the covers.

“I can take you to the doctors.” he says.

“Paul, don’t overreact. I’m fine. I promise I will tell you if I feel worse.”

He looked at you as you hurriedly stripped off your clothes. You’re under the covers, feeling extremely tired.

The bed felt like heaven. Paul was pulled in as he looked down at you. He was soon joining you in bed, not caring you weren’t feeling well.

He makes you lay on his chest instead of the pillows. Sleep claimed you fast.

Birds chirped as you look at Paul leaned against a tree. You look and find yourself sitting criss cross in front of him.

”I’m not ready.”

He gave a look of betrayal.

You wait for him to say something.

”What if I am?”

You blink at the sky.

“Paul.” you say. You look at him. He staring at you intently.

“A lot…And I mean a lot goes on with this.”

“I know that…..” he says in a tone that let you know he was offended that you felt he didn’t already know that.

“I can’t…I can’t keep it.”

You look to Paul’s expression as he speaks out, “Y/N.”

You continue to look at him.

“You’re the only person I want to experience this with.” he says. You stand up. He looks up at you trying to convince you.

“We can…Just not now.”

He gives a look of defeat and he then shakes his head.

“Why do our blessings have to wait?” he asked in frustration.

“I’m not ready!”

You blink awake as Paul shook you gently.

“I made you something to eat.” he whispered in your ear.

“O-okay.” you whispered back.

You were petrified as you sat up in bed.

You held your head as he held your hand and sat down at the table.

He put two white pills on the table.

You say a quiet thank you and you swallow them.

”You slept all day yesterday.”

“Yesterday?” you ask after you swallow your food.

“Yeah. Slept the whole day away.” he says as he eats.

You sat back in your chair.

You look on the table and rise up.

“Where are you going?” he asks.

“I need my phone.”

“Well, can you eat first?”

You sit back down. He just stared at you.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Besides my head, my stomach doesn’t feel nauseous anymore.” you say carefully.

He shooed you off from washing the dishes. You sit down in the living room. You don’t move. You instead just listen intently at the actions of dishes being washed.

The water turns off and he walked in, you raise your head.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.”

“Must’ve been some nasty bug.” he comments.

“Yeah..Thanks for nursing me back to health.” you say quietly.

He bends at kisses your forehead. He sits next to you and you’re lifting into his lap.

You apologize to Jacob for not coming but he knew from Paul that you were sick.

When you were feeling better, Leah invited you over.

As Leah talk, you took a big rip at the tall glass bong that sat on your lips. Your mind wouldn’t stop eating at you as you didn’t know how you would ever tell Paul what you were dreaming about. It seemed so real.

You didn’t panic just yet, your period was coming up soon. You found yourself praying inside as you genuinely hoped you didn’t get late.

It seemed too serious.

You knew you were getting older, but you felt it was the solidarity of becoming an adult adult. It was a hearty piece of responsibility.

“Stop hogging it, greedy.” Leah says and snatches it away.

“What the heck are you even watching?” you ask to change your mindset as the low volume movie showed shenanigans that didn’t make sense.

“Ah, it’s watching me.” she corrects you as the light smoke mixed with the dust of the room.

Walking home felt like you were walking on a cloud. You hated thinking too much so you were grateful for the walk.

You laugh as you both came home at the same time. He flings an arm around you and pushed the front door open.

Over dinner, he tells you to promise not to say anything.

“What happened this time?” you ask.

“Just chill from Leah right now.” he tells you.

“Why?” you ask.

“Sam doesn’t want Leah to know.”

“I’m not gonna say anything. Come on.” you start to grin.

“I don’t trust it. Just please.” he then tilts his head even more, “Please.”

It makes you chuckle.

“Okay. Fine.”

He then relaxed and just extends his arms some and there was a sign of acceptance while he said the next thing.

“Emily’s pregnant.”

“Whoa.” you breathed out. Good or bad, you didn’t know.

You lean forward and so does he.

You both look at each other and you both see the questions that you both were dying to ask.

“Is she happy?” you ask.

“Yeah. But feeling guilty.” Paul admits.

“She didn’t tell me.”

“She told no one. Sam let it slip when I patrolled with him earlier.”

“Is..He happy?”

“He’s through the roof.” he says quietly but with a grin.

“Hopefully I get to be the godmother.” you say with a grin.

He huff out a small chuckle.

You look down from his eyes as you then lean back in your chair.

“I know that before, you said you didn’t know….But what would you do? If you had found out…That you were pregnant?”

You let out a quiet breath as you don’t even dare to look at him. The way he said the word pregnant made you feel a lick of excitement.

“I-I still don’t know.” you whisper. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. It made you peak up due to his silence. It was as if he was waiting for you to look at him.

“You would look so pretty pregnant.” he comments quietly. It was tender, almost like a purr.

“Paul.” you say nervously. You shouldn’t have peaked up at him. His look was darkly heated but it was subtle. He was dead serious.

“What? You would.”

You look down again with nervous chuckle as you slightly shake your head.

“Are you sure you want to take on the dad bod?” you say to joke around but it still came out shaky.

He still gives you a hum of amusement. It made your heart stutter.

“It’s a lot of responsibility.” you whisper.

“So is shape shifting.” he says tenderly.

You both blink at each other. You then nervously chuckle. He leans close to you, forming his own smile, “What?”

“Nothing.” you say shyly to him.

“It’s something.” he encouraged.

You look down.

“I had a dream.”

“About…What?” he asks.

“Us..”

“Did I look okay?”

You crack a smile.

“You did..But…We were talking ..Like this and..We found out I was…”

“Were we happy?” he asks as he caught the idea.

“You were ready….Me..Not so much..”

He doesn’t say anything as he then looks down. It wasn’t in disappointment, it was as if he was thinking about what you said.

The night fell and you yawned as you lie down in bed.

His hand was so hot. To him, you felt like a walking piece of heaven. He was surprised when you take his hand away from your warm and moist center.

“I’m..Tired..” you whisper and you place a peck on his lips.

“I’m not.” he whispers. He brushed a thumb on your bottom lip and gave you a kiss that made you feel shaky.

You breathe out heavy before you pull away from the suction of his lips. You don’t have time to process the loss of his lips when you fall back onto your elbows, you look at him when your mouth crack slightly open.

Your underwear was bawled up in his hand.

“Paul.” you only say in a breathy tone.

He only glides his hands up, your hips only shift a bit as your eyes fluttered closed. His hands were talented as they caressed your chest and slow burned a kiss with you. A shaky and light sound danced out of your throat that muffled into his mouth.

“Let’s just lay together.” he whispered finally.

You slowly blinked open your eyes as he invited you next to him. Before you lie down on your side, he finished lifting your shirt up from behind.

He placed a hand on your side as he smoothed his hand out. He placed an intimate kiss on your back. It made you jerk a bit from the sensation.

You closed your eyes. You felt the small shifts of movements of his body. Mostly because of him breathing. You knew that he was awake. You realized, that right in his presence was just as good as sex. You didn’t want to go to sleep then.

You wanted to savor more moments like that. His hand shifted to your stomach, it felt like butterflies were soaring in your stomach. It was like you were having a crush on him all over again.

The breath of his slowed breathing is what keeps you awake. It drifted on the surface of your neck as you blinked at the darkness. You found yourself counting his breathing.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Brain got to thinking about 'Viltrumites are actually aliens au' + ViltruWives. And the fact that the eggs get larger with size and/or age. (It's scratching parts of my brain I didn't know existed until I stumbled upon your delightfully captivating works. Genuinely, thank you so much for that.)

*Bites knuckles* Isn't Thragg 7'ft something and nearly 400+ pounds in the comics? With Conquest coming in at a close second? Fuckin woof.

Also, consider... Nolan at least had his time before with Debbie to get used to having his egg times with a mate around. But the other three having had thousands of years without... If the Wifeys hit an egg season all at once, would reader end up as the polar opposite of the 'shriveled up raisin in bed' guy meme? Just, belly full of eggs. Full on flipped over turtle mode. Resigned to not moving properly for a while even if they weren't rung out. Or not until they can either push some out or naturally re-absorb. At least they got four big, now very happy viltumite partners that'll cuddle with them in the meantime.

viltrumwives in the viltrumites are actually alien au

under cut cuz i wrote more than i expected

yes i used that gif on purpose, lmao

Nolan would be smart enough to tell the reader about their egg season, cuz he remembers being with Debbie and the chaos that was. Guy probably has to make a whole guide or powerpoint explaining it and the process to the reader, and being like “if you dont wanna be full of eggs... find somewhere to hide out”, at least the first couple of times until all the viltrumwives realize “hey, I can carry my clutch myself”. 

Thragg canonically fucks if I remember correctly, so he's had mates but with them it was just to reproduce. Now he actually has a partner he wants to do it with for pleasure and love? Crazy new experience for him. Hes got the largest eggs I think, because he's the strongest and biggest. For some reason I'm vizualising his eggs looking almost like those bright orange fish eggs, but they're much bigger, and solid. Like those hard rubber balls you throw around, the size of golf balls. They kinda look like amber, tbh. 

Conquest has the next biggest and his clutches are bigger, just from the fact that he hasnt had past mates. So now his body is overproducing cuz “we are old, must have as many as possible, now”. Lowkey think he would be the first to be like “I'll just carry my clutch myself, worm(affectionately) get on me now” kinda situation. His eggs are about as solid as Thragg, they're still a little squishy but you can't crush them easily. His eggs would be a deep red which turns a deeper crimson in the middle. 

Kregg has the smallest eggs, but they are still bigger than average thanks to age and strength, but I do have a feeling he would have had mates in the past, cuz of their whole culture and all that. He has most control of himself during egg season, claims it's because he wants to stay clear headed, but its cuz he gets embarrassed thinking about becoming a panting drooling begging mess like some others do. His eggs are a soft yellow with a warm center color. 

Nolan has the most experience and the latest experience, so he doesnt go as wild as the other three cuz he knows the limits of human bodies, after much experimentation with Debbie. This means his clutches aren't as big as the other three, and his eggs are squishier, but not weak or anything. Kinda like squishing an eraser between your fingers. His eggs are a lighter blue, like cornflower blue, with a deeper purple center. 

All in all, reader is getting stuffed the first couple of times unless hes really really against it, you know? And yeah, the viltrumwives are gonna be showing off too, so there are eggs on the bed, staining the sheets, on the floor, they're everywhere. After the first time yall have to set up designated “egging” areas cuz it was a nightmare to clean up. 

At least they all get extra chuffy and cuddly when their brains are like “yes, yes, clutch laid, must cuddle and comfort mate for healthy clutch”. They give great massages. 

[wolverigrl]

The first date

Hugh Jackman x reader (actress)

!Disclaimer! I made some small changes in the last parts! The movie they made is a fictional one about Lady Deadpool. Everything takes place in 2015. Y/n is in her late 20s. Blake and Ryan got married long before and I changed the ages of their and Hugh's kids so it would fit more!

Warnings: none, only some swearing here and there and a bit fluff, not proofread!!

Enjoy!

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The early morning breeze was cool as I jogged through Central Park, the soft hum of the city waking up in the background. The familiar rhythm of my footsteps against the pavement was oddly comforting, almost like a meditation. I pulled my black baseball cap lower, shielding my eyes from the rising sun, and zipped up my running jacket a bit more. My leggings clung comfortably to my legs, and I felt grounded, my mind clear, my body moving with ease.

Jogging here had become part of my routine, a way to escape for a moment. The quiet mornings felt like a reset. As I slowed my pace and started walking toward the park exit, my breathing still steady, I noticed two people approaching from the side, their faces lighting up in recognition.

"Excuse me... are you y/n?" the guy asked, his voice a little shaky with excitement.

I smiled softly, adjusting my cap. "Yeah, that’s me."

The girl next to him looked at me with wide eyes, already fumbling for her phone. "Oh my God, we are big fans! Can we take a picture with you?"

I chuckled, nodding. "Of course, let’s do it."

We huddled together, her phone snapping a few pictures. The guy, who looked like he was around his early twenties, lingered for a moment longer, hesitating before speaking.

“You probably hear this all the time." he began, "but you really inspired me. I’ve always wanted to act, but I didn’t have the courage to pursue it. Seeing you do what you love gave me the push I needed so I just joined a local theater group."

For a moment, his words hung in the air, and I felt a rush of warmth. It wasn't every day someone said something so meaningful.

"That’s amazing! I’m so glad I could inspire you. Keep at it, okay? It’s tough, but if it’s your passion, it’s always worth it."

He nodded, his face full of excitement and we hugged each other as a goodbye. As they walked away, I called out, “You made my day! Love you guys!” Their faces lit up even more, and I couldn't help but feel grateful for moments like this.

This encounter left me with a good feeling, and as I walked back home, I couldn’t help but feel lighter. Connecting with people like that reminded me why I started this journey in the first place.

Back in my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto the couch. My mind wandered to everything that had happened over the past few days—work, interviews, photoshoots—but one thing stuck out more than the rest: Hugh. I had been thinking about him more than usual, and after yesterday’s intense moment, it was hard not to.

Still, before I let my thoughts drift too far, I got got into the bathroom for a quick refreshing shower. After that I changed into a comfy office look, grabbed my phone and dialed my parents. I hadn’t caught up with them in a while, and I missed hearing their voices.

“Y/n! Pumpkin! How’s our superstar?” my mom’s voice greeted me on the other end.

I smiled, sinking into the cushions. "Super busy, as usual. But everything’s going well. I'll have a meeting with the team today. lots of interviews coming up."

We chatted for a while about my schedule, how they were doing, and the usual family updates. I purposely avoided mentioning anything about Hugh. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to tell them, but I wasn’t ready for that conversation yet. Not when things between us were still so undefined.

After saying goodbye, I got up to get ready for my meeting at the office. As I was applying a bit of makeup, my phone buzzed on the counter. Hugh’s name appeared on the screen.

HUGH: Good morning, beautiful❤️ How's your day starting?

I couldn’t help but smile as I typed back, already feeling my heart speed up a little.

Y/N: Good morning handsome🥰 Doing pretty good so far. Just came back from my morning run. How about yours?

Almost immediately, his reply came through.

HUGH: I still don’t know how you can enjoy running😅 Mine's good too. Picked coffee with a friend and now we're at his house already working.

Y/N: Maybe you're just getting old?👀

HUGH: Why so mean? Did you trip on your run?

I snapped a quick selfie in the mirror with my tongue out and send it to him.

Y/N: I'm not mean. It was a legitimate question. I'm heading to the office now! Wish me luck!😘

HUGH: Looking great as always! And good luck, though you don’t need it. You always kill it sweetheart😘

A moment later, another message appeared, this time with a photo of Hugh, standing in what looked like an unfinished house. He was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, his arms slightly dusted with sawdust, his hair messy in a way that only made him look better. I paused, biting my lip. He looked really good. And my mind, much to my frustration, flashed back to that kiss.

Y/N: Somebody pls call the fire department🔥

HUGH: Lady, stop exaggerating😂

I chuckled, shaking my head. There was something so annoyingly attractive about how casual he was, even when he looked like that. After a few more texts, I realized I had to leave or I’d be late.

The management office was buzzing with energy when I arrived, as usual. I greeted everyone warmly, settling into the meeting room where we began discussing upcoming interviews and events. Everything was going smoothly, just the usual PR talk—until one of the managers, Sam, leaned forward with a more serious expression.

“So, we’ve been thinking,” he began. “The buzz around you and Hugh has been great for both of your images. The movie’s coming out soon, and the fan speculation has been... let’s just say, active”

I nodded slowly, already sensing where this was going.

“We think it would be smart to keep that momentum going." Sam continued. “Even after the release of the movie, we want you two to keep up the appearance of having something going on. Publicly, deny it in interviews, of course. But tease the people a bit more. Keep them guessing.”

I blinked, processing what he was saying. "So, you want us to pretend we’re together, but not really confirm anything?"

Sam nodded. "Exactly. It’ll keep the public engaged, and your fanbases will stay hooked. It’s good for both of you."

The idea sat heavy in my chest. I could see why they wanted it—it made sense from a PR standpoint—but the thought of turning something personal into a game made me uneasy. What if it messed things up between Hugh and me? What if it turned whatever we were trying to figure out into a spectacle?

“I’ll talk to Hugh about it." I said carefully. “And I think it’s best if you reach out to his team as well, just to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

Sam smiled, satisfied. "Good call. Let us know what you both decide."

They nodded, and we moved on to other topics. I was particularly excited when they mentioned a potential collaboration with a fashion brand. Modeling for a brand had always been a dream, and eagerly agreed.

After sorting out some paperwork, I left the office, my mind still swirling with everything we discussed. As I stepped outside, my phone rang. It was Chris.

"Hey!" he greeted me. "I'm in New York earlier than planned. Are you free?"

Of course, I agreed, and we arranged to meet up at his hotel. Soon, we were stroling through the city together, talking about everything from movies to work. Even though my phone buzzed several times, I ignored it, wanting to be fully present with Chris.

After a while, Chris turned to me with a grin. "So, about those rumors with you and Hugh... anything you want to share?" I felt my stomach twist. Lying to I Chris didn't sit right with me, but Hugh and I had agreed that only Ryan and Blake knew about us. So, I gave him the standard answer.

"We’re just friends,” I said, not quite meeting his eyes. “You know how the rumors go. Our Managers want us to play along because it looks good. That’s all.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced but letting it slide. “If you say so.”

Then, with a sudden shift in tone, he said, “Actually... I’ve been meaning to tell you. I met someone.”

I blinked, surprised. "What? When?"

“Not too long ago. Her name’s Alba. She’s incredible—smart, sweet, talented and down-to-earth. We’ve been spending a lot of time together lately.”

As Chris spoke, his eyes lit up, and I could tell he was smitten. I felt a surge of happiness for him, pulling him into a tight hug. “Chris, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you.”

He smiled, clearly touched by my excitement, and we spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the city, talking about Alba, his family and how things were going. Eventually, I had the idea to skip the pub and order takeout instead. Chris agreed, but only on one condition.

"We have to watch a Disney movie!" He said with eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Deal!" I laughed.

After heading back to my place, we posted a photo of us together on Instagram, and as expected, the comments looded in.

>>ginainabottle: Where's Hugh?😭<<

>>markix69: Y/n always with the dilfs. QUEEN💯<<

>>teddy1xoxo: How is it living my dream?❤️😭<<

I finally checked my messages and saw a few from Hugh.

HUGH: Have fun tonight😘

HUGH: Meeting up already?

HUGH: Everything okay?

Guilt twisted in my stomach and I quickly called him.

"Hey.." I said softly when he picked up. "I'm so sorry I didn't respond earlier. I was just... you know how it is... We've been talking non-stop."

"Y/n it's fine." Hugh replied, but there was something off in his tone. "What've you two been up to?"

I told him everything--how we spend the day walking around, catching up and now were getting ready for a movie night.

"Chris is still here, actually." I added. "We're about to watch The Little Mermaid."

There was a pause before Hugh spoke again, and I could swear there was a hint of something... maybe jealousy? But I brushed it off.

"I miss you." he said, his voice softer now.

"I miss you too." I replied, smiling at he thought of seeing him soon.

"Oh, by the way." I added remembering the management's idea. "My team suggested we tease the fans a bit more online. Even after the movie releases."

Hugh chuckled. "Yeah, we can play around with it. Deny everything but drop a few hints. But what do you think?"

I bit my lip, thinking back to the conversation with my team. "I'm not sure, honestly. I don't want the media or public pressure to affect what we're building between us, you know? But if you're okay with it, maybe we should continue."

Hugh chuckled, the tension easing from his voice. "Like a soft launch, huh? So, we hint at things but never really confirm it?"

"Exactly." I said, smiling at the idea now that it was being said out loud. "We can have fun with it. But still deny things if people ask outright."

"Deal," he said, his tone light again. "Let's tease them a little, but keep the mystery alive."

We both laughed at the absurdity of it, and the playful tone of the conversation helped ease my earlier guilt. Then, Hugh's voice turned a bit more serious, though stillwarm. "By the way... how about gym and breakfast tomorrow? Just the two of us?"

I hesitated, not out of uncertainty but because of how much I wanted it. "Like... our first real date?" I asked, grinning into the phone.

"Yep. Our first official date." he confirmed, the excitement in his voice clear.

"Then, it's a yes!" I said, feeling butterflies stir in my stomach at the hought. "Where should we meet?

We hashed out the details and after a few more minutes of casual banter, we finally said our goodbyes, both of us feeling lighter.

As soon as I hung up, I turned to find Chris giving me a curious look from the couch. "So. first date, huh?" he teased, raising an eyebrow.

I sighed, knowing I couldn't hide it anymore. "Yeah, fine. You got me," I admitted, plopping down beside him. "Hugh and I... there's something going on. But we're keeping it quiet for now. Chris grinned, clearly happy for me. "I had a feeling. And honestly? I'm happy for you. Hugh's a good guy He was always super nice when I had the chance talking to him."

"Thanks, Chris. It's just complicated, you know? With the media and all."

"Yeah, I get it." He said with a knowing nod. "But if anyone can handle it, it's you." He then smirked, his teasing side coming back. "So are you guys gonna do a soft launch like the rest of us normal people, or something more dramatic?"

I squealed and shoving his arm. "What the heck?! He mentioned a soft launch too! What are you? Telepathic?!" And we both bursted into laughter.

We calmed down and shifted our focus back to The Little Mermaid. Chris singing along to Part of Your World with exaggerated enthusiasm. It wasn't long before he dozed off, his head lolling back against the couch. I smiled fondly at him, his mouth slightly open, snoring softly. The day had been a whirlwind of emotions, but it was nice to end it with someone I trusted so much.

Grabbing my phone,I snapped a quick picture of Chris, chuckling to myself as I did and quickly posted the photo to Instagram with the caption:

>>y/n instagram: Disney and chill with my favorite co-star🧜🏻‍♂️<<

The comments poured in almost instantly, but I ignored the notifications, setting my phone on the coffee table and grabbing a blanket to drape over Chris. After making sure he was comfortable, I turned off the lights, heading to my bedroom. I slipped under the covers, the events of the day replaying in my mind. Hugh, Chris, the PR idea and the upcoming date.

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of Chris moving around the apartment. I got up and changed into comfy clothes as I walked into the living room where he was packing up his things, looking like the human version of a Disney prince as usual. As I stretched and rubbed my eyes, he glanced over at me with a soft smile.

“Morning, sleepyhead." he teased, zipping up his jacket. “I’ve got a meeting downtown, but I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye.”

I sat up and gave him a playful wave. “Didn’t want me to think you snuck out, huh?”

“Exactly. I’m not that kind of guy,” he joked, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Then his tone softened. “Hey, keep me updated on the Hugh situation, okay? I’m curious how things go. And don’t forget to tell me about that first date.”

I smiled, the warmth of his support making me feel even more confident. “I will. Thanks, Chris.”

He leaned down and gave me a quick hug and a peck on the cheek. “See you soon, y/n. And don’t forget, I’m always just a text away if you need me.”

“Will do. Good luck with your meeting!”

With a final wave, he headed out the door, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and a mess of nerves about my first official date with Hugh later that morning. I had no idea what to expect, but I hoped it wouldn’t turn into a disaster.

After Chris left, I freshened up, threw on my workout clothes, and made my way to the gym where Hugh and I had agreed to meet. This wasn’t just a casual workout—it was our first date, so I kinda did a big deal out of it.

When I arrived, Hugh was already there, looking ridiculously good in his gym gear. He waved me over with that easygoing smile that never failed to make my heart race.

“You ready?” he asked smiling down at me.

“I was born ready!" With this Hugh opened the door and let me go in first.

We started with some light cardio to warm up, and things were going smoothly—until we hit the weight section again. I’d watched Hugh easily lift a set of dumbbells like they were made of air, and, in a moment of misplaced confidence, I thought 'Why not?'. I grabbed a barbell and decided to push myself a bit further than usual. The first few reps went okay, but as I tried to push the barbell up again, my arms started to shake. I tried to power through it, but I quickly realized I had overestimated my strength. Just as the weight became too much, Hugh was beside me in an instant. “Need some help there?” he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes. I tried to save face. “I’ve got it, just—just give me a second…” Before I could protest further, he gently but firmly took hold of the barbell, lifting it with ease and placing it back on the rack.

"Yeah, you totally had that under control." he teased, his smile widening. “Okay, maybe I overdid it a little." I admitted, feeling the heat rising in my cheeks.

"No shame in asking for help." he said, giving me a playful nudge. “Just don’t hurt yourself trying to keep up with me.”

I playfully groaned and lightly slapped his chest. He just laughed, pulling me tighter against him, his arms wrapping around my waist. I looked up at him, grinning, my gaze lingering on his lips for a beat too long.

“Do you need a kiss to forget that little mishap?” he teased, moving his face closer, eyes sparkling with mischief.

I smirked, voice dropping to a whisper, “Oh, I’ll need more than one to forget that.”

Before he could respond, I closed the gap between us, pulling him in with my arms wrapped around his neck. My fingers tangled in his messy, sweat-damp hair as our kiss deepened, the heat between us rising instantly. He brushed his tongue over my bottom lip, and I parted my lips, welcoming him further. His hands gripped me firmly at the waist, keeping me pressed tightly against him, while my hands couldn’t stay still, roaming over his broad shoulders and chest. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire, completely overtaken by the moment, the world around us fading away.

I didn’t even realize when my hands slipped under his shirt, fingertips grazing his warm skin. But just as quickly as the moment ignited, Hugh pulled back, breathless, his forehead resting against mine.

“We’re only on our first date,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “I haven’t even given you flowers yet.”

I chuckled softly, my head still spinning, and nodded. “You’re right. We said we wouldn’t rush things… and, well, making out in a public gym might be pushing it. I don’t think our management would be too thrilled if the media caught wind of this.”

Hugh laughed, loosening his hold on me, though his hands lingered for a moment longer. “Yeah, I can already hear the headlines.”

Reluctantly, we stepped back from each other, both grinning, but still feeling that magnetic pull between us.

After that little incident, we wrapped up the workout, and I offered to cook us breakfast back at my place. It was the least I could do after Hugh saved me from total humiliation. But as soon as I started cooking, I realized maybe that wasn't the best idea.

The eggs burned almost immediately, the toast was so hard you could break a tooth on it, and I somehow managed to get pancake batter all over the counter.

Hugh stood nearby, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of amusement and concern.

"I swear, I'm usually better at this." I said, desperately trying to salvage something from the mess. Hugh laughed, leaning against the counter. "Better at lifting weights or cooking?"

"Oh shut up!" I laughed and tossed a burnt piece of toast at him, which he dodged easily.

"You sure you don't want me to handle this?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement.

"Hugh, I already said no. I'm perfectly capable." I said defensively, though the evidence clearly suggested otherwise.

"You keep telling yourself that." he teased.

I flipped another pancake, only to see it land halfway off the pan.

I let out a dramatic sigh, slumping my shoulders in mock defeat. Hugh chuckled and wrapped his arms around me from behind, pressing a quick kiss to my neck. The warmth of his lips and the slight scratch of his beard sent a shiver down my spine, goosebumps rising instantly. I turned my head towards him, and with a soft smile, he said, "Looks like the universe is giving you a day off from cooking. Let’s clean up and eat at the café instead."

Eventually, we gave up on my culinary attempt and decided to head downtown to the next café. We settled into a cozy corner table, ordering some coffee and toast. As the food arrived, I couldn't help but laugh.

"At least this can't go wrong, right?" joked, gesturing to the perfectly normal-looking plate in front of us. Hugh raised an eyebrow. "I wouldn't be so sure. With us, anything's possible."

I pretended to look horrified. "Don't jinx it!"

He chuckled, taking a sip of his coffee. "So, What do you think of our first date so far?"

I paused, meeting his eyes.

Hugh leaned back smiling. "Well I've gotta say, it's been pretty great so far."

I chuckled, feeling the warmth spread through me. "I agree. Disaster-prone, but definitely memorable."

We spent the rest of breakfast chatting, laughing about the little mishaps from the past couple of hours, and just enjoying each other's company. It, again, felt easy and natural, even with the nerves of a first date hanging in the air.

As we finished up, Hugh reached under the table for my hand and squeezed it gently, giving me a soft look that made my heart skip a beat. "You know, I'm really glad we do this."

"Me too, Hugh." Iadmitted, feeling the same.

Later that afternoon, Hugh and I met up with Ryan for an interview promoting the movie, which finally releases tomorrow. It was just the three of us sitting in a comfortable setup, no live audience, just cameras, and a quiet room. I always looked forward to interviews with Ryan—he had a way of making everything fun and unpredictable.

The interviewer greeted us friendly with a firm handshake and began with the usual questions about the film after introducing us to the already recording camera.

"So, y/n, how did it feel stepping into the shoes of Lady Deadpool?”

I smiled, leaning forward slightly. “Honestly, it was a dream. She’s such a chaotic, yet deeply emotional character. Playing her meant getting to do some wild action scenes while also diving into her personal struggles. Plus, I got to wear a lot of leather.”

Ryan jumped in, grinning. “And kick some serious butt. Let’s not forget that.”

The interviewer nodded and turned to Hugh. “And how about you, Hugh? Wolverine is such an iconic character. How was it returning to the role?”

Hugh smiled, looking relaxed. “It’s always an honor to play Wolverine. This time around, the dynamic with Deadpool—and Lady Deadpool—added a whole new level of fun. The banter, the action sequences, it all just felt... electric.”

Ryan leaned in dramatically. “But let’s be honest. It was terrible. We all hated each other on set!"

Hugh, the interviewer and I bursted into laughter as Ryan continued, completely straight-faced. "No, seriously, it was a nightmare. Every day was a battle I'm surprised we even finished the movie."

"I mean, you were pretty hard to work with.: I teased, leaning into the joke.

Ryan shrugged dramatically. "I do my best to bring chaos wherever I go."

The interviewer then introduced a fun segment: Fan questions pulled from Twitter. “Alright, we’ve got some tweets here from fans. Let’s see what they want to know.”

He read the first tweet aloud. “@MarvelFanGirl asks: ‘What was the funniest moment on set?’ "

Ryan immediately jumped in. “Oh, I’ve got this. There was actually a pretty intense kiss scene between y/n and Hugh in the original cut of the film, but - spoiler alert - it got cut because the film was running too long. Marvel classics." Hugh chuckled, already shaking his head in amusement.

"And I swear by the mother of my children, Blake Ellender Lively!" he dramatically paused. "They just kept going after the director's cut! The crew didn't know if they were still in the scene or... well, if it was method acting, if you know what I mean."

At this point the interviewer started laughing uncontrollably and held his hand in front of his mouth.

I laughed, hiding my face in my hands. “Why do you always bring that up?”

“Because it’s comedy gold!” Ryan laughed, clearly enjoying himself.

"Don't listen to him, Hugh said, grinning. "He's just upset he didn't get a kiss scene."

"Eeeexactly!" Ryan exclaimed, pointing at Hugh. "Where's Deadpool's kiss scene, huh? It's an outrage!"

Even the crew behind the cameras started laughing and the interviewer moved on with the questions, still giggling.

"Ryan, if you could switch roles with anyone in the cast, who would it be?" asked the interviewer.

Without missing a beat, Ryan replied.

"Y/n, hands down. She got the sexiest costume, the coolest weapons, and she gets to kick more butt than anyone else. Plus, let's not forget--she gets to kiss Hugh."

I groaned, shaking my head while Hugh laughed. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

"Never!" Ryan said with a grin.

The next tweet came in, and the interviewer read it out. “@WolverineLover asks: ‘If Wolverine and Lady Deadpool had their own spin-off movie, what would it be about?’”

Hugh pretended to think seriously. “I imagine it would be about trying to stop Lady Deadpool from blowing up everything in sight.”

I shot him a mock-offended look. “Hey, Lady Deadpool isn’t that destructive.”

Ryan snorted. “Oh please, she’d turn the whole thing into a circus. Wolverine would just be there for damage control.”

We all laughed as we moved on to the next question. “@DeadpoolRocks asks: ‘Ryan, how much of Deadpool is actually you?’ "

Ryan grinned, leaning back in his chair. “Oh, about 90%, I’d say. The other 10% is just me trying to look cooler than I actually am.”

As the interview wrapped up, we exchanged a few more lighthearted jabs, and I couldn’t help but feel how much fun we had together. Ryan and Hugh had a way of making every moment a little less serious and a lot more entertaining.

“Alright." Ryan said, standing up as the cameras shut off. “Who’s ready for round two tomorrow?”

I moaned, already dreading whatever he had in store. “I’m not sure my dignity can handle it.”

Hugh laughed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we walked out. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there to save you. Again.”

“Let’s just hope there are no weights involved this time,” I quipped.

After the interview, we walked off stage, and Ryan clapped Hugh on the back.

"Man, I'm still disappointed they cut the kiss scene. We were all waiting for the slow-motion sparks."

Hugh just laughed, shaking his head. "Yeah, I'm sure that's why the audience would come to watch the movie. For that."

Ryan wagged his finger. "Don't underestimate the power of romance, Jackman. Fans live for that!"

I shot both of them a look, trying to keep a straight face. "As long as no one mentions the breakfast disaster, I'll consider this interview a win."

Ryan blinked, clearly intrigued. "What breakfast disaster?"

Hugh grinned mischievously, but before he could spill, I put my hand over his mouth in protest. "Nope! Not happening. What happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen."

Ryan raised his eyebrows, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. "Im going to get that story out of one of you. Just wait!"

"Ha! You wish!" I called over my shoulder, heading out of the studio with them.

Eventually, we split off, with Ryan going in one direction, and Hugh and I in another, after we said our goodbyes.

Hugh opened the passenger door for me so that I could get in. After my little "Thank you", he closed the door with a smile and sat down on the other side. "My place or yours?"

I kissed his cheek. "Let's go to your place."

With that, Hugh drove off, placing his hand on my thigh as he drove.

Smiling, I looked out of the window and stroked the back of his hand with my thumb. What a day.

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Sorry if it's not proofread! Struggled with a migraine today but still wanted to finish this part. But I tried my best! And I hope I didn't confuse anybody with the small changes.

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Oh em gee that spit marking fit was so good…… could we possibly have more?

I have something filthy planned that I might post next week, until then I will leave you with some other things I believe that Ghost would do.

Ghost only touches with purpose—grabbing, dragging and shoving. Manhandling if needed.

When he steps out for a smoke and realizes he forgot his lighter you offer yours without a second thought. You flick it once—nothing. Again. The flame barely holds before the wind snuffs it out, maybe because your hands are so unsteady you tremble under the weight of his intense stare (I mention it a lot but this man TALKS with his eyes, since it's the only feature you get to see, well, that is until the mask's slightly pulled up so he can hold the cigarettte in his mouth and you notice a scar or two you haven't seen before). Or the cold. Who even knows at this point?

All you get is a quiet Tch, hold still before his hand swiftly grabs your wrist to anchor it down. Once he ensures you're still, almost as if he commanded you to be, his palm moves to cover both your hands, shielding the flickering flame from the wind. One of his hands' enough to make yours vanish altogether.

The flame finally catches the tip of his cigarette and he lets go just as quickly as he grabbed you. It isn't like moments before this he was holding you in place with enough force to root you to the spot, no, not at all.

You flex your fingers, already missing the phantom weight of his grip. Ghost takes a slow drag, exhales, and glances at you, mistaking the movement for you wanting a hit. You shake your head when he offers it, murmuring that you quit months ago but still carry the lighter out of habit (habit, yeah right, you keep it just for him).

Ahhh and what if he still insists on "rewarding" you in his own fucked-up way—by making you take a drag, but without using your hands? He tilts the cigarette towards you, saying he'll hold it since you're shaking like Bambi. You lean in, one hand tucking your hair behind your ear so it doesn't come too close to the lit cig, the other pressing against your thigh so you can hold yourself up.

You try to mirror him, taking a slow inhale, but the second your eyes meet his, you choke. He’s looking right at you—like he’s watching deep into your soul. You brush it off, blaming it on how long it’s been since you last smoked. Safe to say, he’s been calling you Bambi ever since.

I'M NOT DONE. Shortly after, you start sucking on candy mints to cope with your nicotine cravings. Then, one day, he wants a taste. He lifts up his balaclava and kisses you, stealing the mint right out of your mouth.

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moarrr bot!evil mark x top!reader pls… bonus if he can’t control his powers during sex 🙂‍↕️

Lesson Learned

Pairing: Sinister!Mark Grayson x Male!Reader Summary: Mark forgets his own strength in the heat of the moment—but when you remind him who’s really in control, he never stands a chance.

Mark’s grip is tight—too tight.

You barely notice at first, too lost in the feeling of him beneath you, his body writhing, his voice already wrecked from everything you’ve been giving him. But then—

“Fuck—!”

You flinch, a sharp curse slipping past your lips as a sharp ache flares in your arms.

Mark’s eyes snap open, golden irises wide as he registers what just happened. His fingers had dug in—not on purpose, not in malice, but because he couldn’t control himself.

The evidence is clear: deep, dark bruises forming in the shape of his hands against your forearms.

“Shit—” Mark swallows, genuinely looking guilty for once, his lips parting as if to apologize. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he doesn’t get the chance.

Because the second he opens his mouth—

You slam forward, bringing your chest flush against his, shoving him deeper into the mattress.

Mark gasps, his words cut off, his breath stolen as you pick up the pace, driving him into a pleasure so intense his body twitches beneath you.

Your voice is low, dark, dangerously smug as you murmur right against his ear—

“My turn.”

Mark barely has a second to process before he loses it.

His fingers twitch, gripping at your back now instead, his moans turning into helpless, breathless noises as you absolutely ruin him.

And the bruises on your arms?

Yeah.

By the time you’re done with him, Mark will have his own to match.

What seems like hours- which it was, he was done. out of breath, his body littered with many of reader's love or hate bites.. Reader thought Mark had a enough, leaning back on his knees Mark's legs on either side of reader's form and watching him trembling with shaky moans.

Reader rubbing his thumb over Mark's trembling thigh over the sore bite marks, feeling it jumped in his hold with a satisfied sigh. He gently patted the thigh which was met with a sharp gasped saying with low tone.

"I'm gonna shower," a sound of a groan or a choked from the back of Mark's throat soon followed.

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Steam lingers in the bathroom, curling around your skin as you stand in front of the mirror, fresh from the shower. Droplets of water slide down your arms, but what really catches your eye?

The deep, dark bruises on your forearms—the ones shaped perfectly like Mark’s hands.

You exhale through your nose, pressing a thumb against one of the marks, feeling the dull ache pulse beneath your skin. A sharp sting follows when you poke at it again, making your irritation spike just a little.

From your position, you have a clear view of the bedroom through the open door.

And Mark?

Mark looks like a crime scene.

He’s sprawled face-up on the bed, completely wrecked—his golden eyes barely cracked open, body covered in bruises, hickeys, and bite marks that range from hard, deep chomps to lighter love bites. His legs? Still trembling. His chest, shoulders, and neck? Marked beyond recognition.

Some of the bites are bleeding—not too much, just enough to serve as a very clear reminder of what happened.

Reader hates having any kind of marks on his body. always making sure his skin is clear, untouched, perfect.

And Mark knows this.

Which is exactly why you taught him a lesson.

Because next time?

Next time, he’ll think twice before bruising you.

Mark makes a low, dazed sound, shifting slightly, but his body is too spent to do much more than twitch.

You roll your shoulders, still prodding at your bruises with an annoyed sigh before turning back to the mirror.

At least one of you learned something tonight.

notes - hope this was up to your standards!! I been playing Minecraft for 3 hours with my bro.. god he sucked ass kept dying whenever I'm not there and gets all mad if he can't find me!! hehe I love my broisk