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@elucienweekofficial Day 1: Mates
Summary: When Elain signs the divorce papers sheâs sure sheâs done with Lucien Vanserra. Until theyâre offered the chance to recreate their honeymoon as a part of her job. For free. But reliving all those memories with Lucien proves leaving may be more difficult than she thought.
Word Count: 3k
Authors Note: I would like to thank @foreverinelysian for the amazing prompt and also apologize for holding onto it for a year (sorry @sjmkinkmeme). Also, yes, I did steal the opening scene from Asylum of the Daleks but in my defense that was my 12 year old sexual awakening so allowances must be made.
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It took everything Elain had not to blow the strand of hair out of her mouth. The fan was pointed directly at her face, whipping her hair back dramatically. Or at least she hooped it looked dramatic, and not like sheâd been caught by a cyclone. Because that would not make the magazine editors, or her manager, happy.
And with her luck would probably result in her ending up as a Facebook meme. She could picture the caption me trying to model but the world says no. The grandmothers of the world would be in stitches.
But the photographer seemed happy, kept yelling how the shot was perfect and stunning and youâre amazing darling so Elain was pretty sure it was dramatically.
âBreak,â shouted the creative director, already leaning over the photographerâs camera to peer at the camera screen.
Elain resisted the urge to massage her cheeks, aching from the sultry, but not too sultry, smile sheâd been forcing herself to hold for the better part of an hour. She was sure there were thousands of pictures at this point, all with her at a slightly different angle, chin up a fraction, down an inch, to the left a hair, all in service of getting one perfect picture the perfume makeup company could slap up on billboards to advertise their new blush.
She felt bad for anyone who actually fell for it, since half the pan had been spread across her face in an effort to make some color appear, and whatever the final result was would still need digital enhancement. Even the makeup artist hadnât been able to control her laughter at the attempt, shaking her head. âGuess I wonât be adding this to my kit.â
But a job was a job, and Elain needed the work to pay the bills. Bills that were suddenly a lot higher.
No, Elan scolded herself. She wasnât allowed to think about it at work. That was the rule sheâd had for herself two months ago when sheâd had to lock herself in the bathroom to cry during a shoot. Despite her attempts to blot the smeared mascara away with toilet paper, the make up artist had been livid. Elain had only been spared by the fact that the photographer had liked it. Thought it was edgy and cool for whatever bland perfume they were selling to middle age house wives.
âMaâam,â said one of the PAs on set, appearing at her elbow. PAs had a nasty habit of doing that, sliding behind her before she could notice, and nearly scaring her half to death.
âYes,â Elain asked, pasting a pleasant smile on her face. Her cheeks barked in protest. But she was not going to be known as the model who was hard to work with.
âYour husband is here.â
In spite of herself, Elain couldnât hide her glare. âI donât have a husband.â
The PA glanced down at his clipboard, searching for the note heâd scribbled there. âIt says hereââ
âItâs fine,â Elain said, slipping past him and towards the room theyâd turned into a makeshift dressing space. The company had rented an old house for the natural lighting and Victorian chandeliers, and theyâd used the front parlor as a space to dump makeup and accessories. âIâll go talk to him.â
She brushed past the curtain and there he was.
Lucien Vanserra. Her husband, at least on paper.
He looked good, and Elain hated herself for noticing. His red hair was shorter, only down to his shoulders, and slicked back. Heâd made himself at home in one of the upholstered chairs scattered around the room, leaning back, one leg crossed over the other at the knee. It showed off the muscled thighs Elain was well acquainted with, hidden beneath dark was jeans.Â
âYou need to sign these,â Lucien announced, holding up a stack of papers.
Elain snatched them out of his hand.
The words at the top Decree of Divorce stood out in bolded font.
She turned around, grabbing the pen someone had left lying off the wardrobe-turned-desk. She scanned the text briefing, before jotting her signature down on each of the dotted lines.
âJust like that?â she asked, handing them back.
Lucien unfurled himself from the seat, all lanky limbs chorded with muscles, and took them back from her.Â
âJust like that.â
He tucked them into the breast pocket of the black leather jacket he was wearing. Since when has he had that?
âDo you need a folder?â Elain asked, eyeing his chest suspiciously. âI doubt the judge wants wrinkled papers.â
Lucien snorted. âTheyâre fine. I know what Iâm doing.â
âOf course you do,â Elain muttered. âLittle Mr. Perfect.â
âWhat was that?â Lucien asked, taking a step closer to her.
âNothing,â said Elain, smiling up to him with saccharine sweetness. âI just want to make sure after this I donât have to see you again.â
âDonât worry, beautiful, after this you never will again.â
Elain remembered a time when Lucien calling her beautiful would have her blushing fiercely, would no doubt result in him getting laid that night. Now it came out dripping with derision.
Elain rolled her eyes, pointing towards the curtain. âThereâs the exit.â
âNice knowing you,â Lucien said, striding toward the curtain and dipping under it.
Elain bit her lip as she watched his retreating back side. She ought to say something nicer, she thought. Before he was gone from her life forever, surely.
âWait,â she called out after a long moment. But Lucien was already gone.
A part of Elain sighed in relief. What was she going to do if he stayed, explain why he came back from work one day to all his stuff packed in bags on the porch?
She huffed a sigh, blowing one of the strands of hair that had fallen into her face out of her eyes.
It was fine. She was going to finish her job and then go home and eat an entire carton of Halo Top. Maybe two depending on how sad the Hallmark movie on that night made her feel. Nowhere near as good as the real thing, but quantity over quality.
Elain glanced in the mirror behind her, to check that none of her makeup had smudged and that her eyes were crystal clear, not glassy, before following her soon to be ex-husband out.
Only to find him standing in the entryway with her sister.
âOh perfect, I was about to send Lucien in to find you,â Nesta said, looking up from the email she was furiously typing on her phone.
âDo you have another job?â Elain asked. Nesta, on top of being her overprotective sister, was also Elainâs modeling agent. And a very good one. One wall of Nestaâs office was dedicated to all the magazine covers her models had gotten, right behind the Birkin bag sheâd gotten as a gift from Anna Wintor on its shelf of glory.
âOne day Iâll have a wall of Vogue,â had always been Nestaâs promise to herself and, at twenty nine, she was already well on her way there.
âOnly the best for you,â Nesta said, sliding her phone into the pocket of her cleanly pressed slacks and brushing a kiss across Elainâs cheek. âAnd Lucien gets to join you on this one.â
âOh,â Elain said, any excitement she had rapidly deflating.
Because she hadnât actually told her sister she was getting divorced. It made her the worst kind of coward, something she told herself at every family dinner when she and Lucien sat next to each other and pretended things were going well, but she couldnât bear to do it. Couldnât stand to see the crestfallen looks on Feyre and Nestaâs face, the confused horror on her fatherâs. She was supposed to be the one who succeeded, married the nice boy from down the road and had a nice family.
Never mind that down the road was in a multi-million dollar mansion near Beverly Hills.
And after Elain told her family, sheâd have to face the paparazzi. She was moderately well known, enough to get an occasional âwho wore it bestâ shoutout in People (she always won), and Lucien was the son of Hollywood's most beloved silver fox.
A silver fox whoâd run away with the wife of the state governor three months ago and was desperately trying to rehabilitate his image in the eyes of the press before his next movie. The media was out for blood, and Helionâs beloved son divorcing his pretty little wife wasnât what anyone needed right now.
So Elain and Lucien had an unspoken mutual agreement not to tell anyone. When they showed up to Feyre and Rhysâ Sunday night dinners, whoever got there first sat in their car until the other arrived and they could keep up the appearance of arriving together. They sat next to each other and made a good show of acting like they didnât hate each otherâs guts. And then, when it was over, they left without another word and Elain pretended it didnât feel like her heart was being stabbed over and over.
âYou know the company you and Lucien used to book your honeymoon?â Nesta asked, too focused on whatever gig she had planned to notice Elainâs dismay. âTheyâve been asked to plan the Greek princessâ honeymoon, which means Cosmopolitan wants to run a profile. And since the Royal wedding hasnât happened yet, they wanted to feature another famous couple they worked with, and thatâs you and Lucien.â
Elainâs eyes darted over to Lucien to see his eyebrows were high enough to touch his hairline.
âYou want me to take pictures for a magazine spread?â Lucien asked. âI do have work to do. Not to mention,â Lucien gestured at the left side of his face, and the scars that raked down it, standing in stark contrast to his golden brown skin. A reminder of the car crash heâd been in in high school. âThis.â
Elain had to bite her tongue to keep from saying something. Sheâd always thought the scars only served to make Lucien look more handsome, gave him a slightly dangerous air that lured her in, something that she reminded him of frequently, but her comments always seemed to fall on deaf ears. But it wasnât her place, not now.
Nesta gave Lucien a scathing look. âThe shoot is planned for two weeks after the California state election, so Iâm sure youâll have some time to take a week long, all expense paid vacation to the Bahamas.â
âWe honeymooned in the Dominican Republic,â Elain interrupted.
Nesta whipped out her phone and tapped on it rapidly for a few seconds. âYes, there.â
Elain barely contained her eye roll. She was sure Nesta could point out both countries on a map, and rattle off at least two or three facts about their geopolitical status, but asking her to remember where Elain went for her honeymoon was a step too far for her when she was focused on work.
âAnd the magazine is well aware of what your face looks like. Itâs been enough places for everyone to know,â Nesta finished with finality.
Elain scowled. âWe canât just uproot our lives. We have things to do, I Â have things to do.â Namely buying the ugliest pink couch she could find to put in Lucienâs old office as one last fuck you.
âAll expenses paid?â Lucien asked, speaking over her.
Nesta smiled dangerously. âFlight included.â
Lucien crossed his arms. The leather jacket pulled up at the motion, the cuffs tight around muscled forearms. âAnd all we have to do is take some magazine photos.â
âAnd do an interview,â Nesta added.
Somehow, Lucien managed to arch one brow even higher. âAnd they want me, son of a currently disgraced movie star.â
âAnd potential senatorial candidate,â Nesta added.
âRumors,â Elain interrupted. âAll just rumors.â
âWhich are good in this line of work,â was Nestaâs counter.
âIâm in,â Lucien said.
âWeâll think about it,â Elain corrected, glaring over at Lucien. He smirked at her in challenge.
Nesta sighed, glancing between the two of them, at last picking up the tension. âI need an answer by tomorrow, they want to book flights.â
Elain squirmed under her sisterâs stare. This was exactly what she didnât want, any cracks showing in her picture perfect life before she was ready to sit everyone down with a carefully rehearsed speech.Â
âElain?â Nesta asked.
In response, she leaned slightly towards Lucien, who obligingly pulled up his sleeve to show her his watch, a thick silver one sheâd given him for his last birthday. At least he hadnât forgotten that trick, since Elain never had a watch or phone on her at work. âMy ten minutes are up,â Elain said, glancing at the time. âGotta run.â
âI need an answer,â Nesta called as Elain slid backwards, towards where the photographer and director were still leaning over the camera, arguing back and forth over some detail or other.
âIâll text you,â Elain promised. She almost felt bad leaving Lucien with Nesta. Almost, but not quite.
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âI donât know what to do,â Elain said on the phone later that night. âIt would be a whole spread, at least ten pages, and a cover story.â
âWhich would be perfect for your career,â Vassa finished for her.
âBut then I would have toââ
âSpend a week with Lucien.â
Elain sighed. Vassa and Jurian were the only two people outside of their lawyers who knew Elain and Lucien were separating. It was unavoidable, since Lucien was living in their guest room for the time being. Looking for his own place would raise too many questions, and staying in a hotel for weeks would be an invitation for bored paparazzi.
âWhat would you do,â Elain asked, taking a bite of her ice cream. Sheâd splurged on Haagen Dazs, rationalizing that the encounter with Nesta had more than justified it.
âIâm not the one getting an all expense paid vacation.â
âWith your ex-husband.â
âTechnically heâs still your husband until Monday,â Vassa laughed. Because the court closed early on Friday and Nestaâs appearance had taken up too much time for Lucien to drive over to the court house.
âNot helping,â Elain growled. âAnd why would Lucien even agree? He loves to poke at Nestaâs buttons.â
âIt would be good for him too,â Vassa said. âFuture state Senator gets a fluff magazine article about him and his beautiful wife.â
âItâs a rumor,â Elain insisted. âHe hasnât even nominated himself. And anyway, itâs going to look a lot worse when he has to come out and say weâre not together anymore.â
âFirst of all, you know itâs more than a rumor. No political analyst gets called into a meeting with the head of the DNC for nothing, and second just pretend youâre still married, youâve already been doing it for six months.â
Elain suppressed her groan. Vassa made it clear at every possible opportunity how much she disapproved of Elainâs current course of action. A âCongrats of Getting Divorced, Cowardâ Edible Arrangement had shown up on her door the day she moved to start the paperwork, and it had only escalated from there.
Although Elain figured she should be glad Vassa would still talk to her instead of taking Lucienâs side completely. She was distressingly short on friends who werenât her sisters and it would be so easy for Vassa to blame her when Elain still refused to explain what exactly had caused her to kick Lucien out. But Vassa had just sighed, crawled into the mountain of blankets Elain had made for herself, and said she knew Elain would talk to her when she was ready.
âHe didnât hurt you, did he?â
Elain had given an emphatic no and that had been that.
âUgh,â Elain sighed, flopping back on the couch. âI donât know.â
âYouâve said that about twelve times already,â Vassa sighed. âWeâve been on this call for two hours.â
âThen maybe youâre not being helpful enough.â
âIâm not helpful? Fine then,â Elain heard a rustling on the other side of the phone as Vassa started thumbing through her room.Â
âOh you donât need toâŠâ Elain protested weakly.
But the sounds of video game weapons were already buzzing in her ear.
âLucien,â Vassa asked, her voice muffled as she pulled the phone away and put it on speaker. âWhat are your thoughts on Nestaâs offer?â
There was a long, pregnant pause on the other side of the line.
âIâm in if Elain is.â
âThank you,â Vassa chirped.
Elain waited until there was once again silence on the other side of the line to speak. âTraitor.â
âI accept youâre welcome, Iâm forever in your debts, I could never repay you.â
âI hate you,â Elain snapped. âI hope your favorite tree burns down in the next wildfire.â
âLow blow,â Vassa protested. It was, based on how much time and energy Vassa spent caring for that orange tree.
âIâm hanging up,â Elain said.
âText your sister.â
âSee you at spin tomorrow.â
âLove you bitch,â was Vassaâs sign off, and then the line went dead.
Vassa was too smart for her own good, Elain thought. Because if Lucien was in, so was she. There was no way she was going to look like the coward in front of Lucien, like she wasnât willing to do something he will.
So she closed the phone app and pulled up her text messages.
Nestaâs was at the top, several unopened messages demanding an answer waiting.
Weâre in.
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âââ” Perfect Imperfections â”ââ
Chapter 1
Genre : Arranged Marriage AU! Angst! Explicit Sexual Content.
Rating : 21+
Warnings : Ableism , Chronic disability. OC has limited use of her left leg, Emotional infidelity? Mild Cheating ( nothing very physical.. a kiss or so )
Summary : Marrying Jungkook is a mistake. Falling in love with him? Definitely the worst exercise in masochism .
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Chapter 2
No one tells you how easy it is to imagine yourself in love with a beautiful man. Especially when you donât have a clear understanding of what love actually is.Â
When I met Jungkook, even knowing he was in love with my sister hadnât done much to douse the flames of hope and attraction. He was a lot of things that other men in my life werenât. Kind without being pitying. Concerned without being overbearing. He took care of me without making me feel helpless. And there was always such a thin line between these things that I found myself impressed by his ability to toe the line so well.
Jungkook took care of me without making me feel like a burden and I suppose, some part of me had assumed that this could, in due time turn into love. But I was clearly wrong.
Jungkook and Liza had been kissing in the hallway of their hotel room and someone had taken pictures. My father and his had managed to get them taken down but the news was already out, spreading like wildfire . My phone began ringing sometime around eight in the morning and hadnât stopped. It was now a little past one in the afternoon and I felt queasy, despite the assurances that it was all being taken care of.
It was the pity in everyoneâs face that I couldnât bear.
I wasnât hurt. Angry, yes? Upset? Of course. But I wasnât hurt because there really was nothing to be hurt about. Jungkook didnât love me. He was in love with my sister . He had made it clear, through his words and his actions, over and over again. At this point, I could see this debacle as nothing more than a possible way to get out of the marriage. Perhaps, my father would approve of a divorce?
I glanced at the article again.
The photo is just so annoyingly clear, I thought with a grimace. If it was a little blurry, I could convince myself it wasnât him and her. But it was clear. That was my husband with his lips locked with my sisterâs. Against my better judgment, I read the article again. It was a gossip column, of course there would be nothing good in there. But sometimes curiosity can be a persistent thing.
I felt my skin crawling as I realized that the phrases were all pretty true. There was no gossip here. Just plain facts.
And then my eyes reached the end of the article.
Of note is the fact that Jeon Jungkookâs wife is disabled and perhaps the virile young man is merely looking for pleasure he canât find in his own marital bed.
I swallowed, quickly exiting the page and tossing the phone on the bed, away from me. I stared out of the window of our bedroom, the large doors left open to let air and sunlight in. There was a tall sycamore tree right outside out bedroom and the branches almost reached in and I stared at the rustling leaves, trying to scrub my mind clean of the words Iâd just read.
But it was impossible.
It wasnât something I hadnât thought of. The stark difference between me and Jungkook, physically. He spent five days a week in the gym and they were right. He was a young man with healthy sexual appetites.
Iâd never cheat on you. Jungkookâs voice from a week ago still echoed somewhere inside my skull.
I sighed, playing with my wedding ring.
I wasnât a virgin when I married Jungkook. Hadnât been one , when I got into the accident either. My then boyfriend, a tall strapping lit major had been a very sexual guy as well and our libidos had matched pretty well. But Iâd been an athletic nineteen year old, able to bend like a pretzel at his whim and there was just endless time and endless stamina and just a whole lot of attraction . We had spent hours, exploring each other the way college kids do. Weekends in bed spent trying every possible permutation of sex positions and kinks and Iâd discovered all the things I liked. All the things I didnât.
But then the accident had happened and well, when youâre in crippling agony, sometimes sex takes the backseat. Iâd been focused on my recovery, on making sure that I came out of this at least with the ability to walk and Iâd succeeded. Burying the part of me that craved a manâs touch, it wasnât easy but it was necessary.
And then Jungkook had happened.
Sex with Jungkook hadnât been difficult. Not really. I wasnât completely crippled after all but it was also nowhere near as exciting as it could be with someone who had full use of her legs. I knew that. It was kind of obvious. But I hadnât dwelt too much on it because to be honest, Jungkook hadnât looked like heâd minded. He had seemed to enjoy himself .
But then reading about how he probably hadnât enjoyed it definitely stung.
Worse yet, probably half the country was reading it with me. I felt nauseous. Did no one think that they should have left the last part out of that article? It was terrible enough without adding that bit about me.
A faint buzzing made me turn to the bed.
I glanced at my phone as it rang, my father in lawâs name prominent on the screen.
Showtime, I thought with a grimace.
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âI suppose it was too much to hope for , expecting that boy  to keep his dignity. This is outrageous.â Mr. Jeonâs loud voice rang through the foyer of the house and I flinched, gripping the edge of the futon as Sana jumped a bit . She sat next to me, holding my hand carefully. Moral support I supposed but I was feeling entirely too blasĂ© about the whole thing. None of this was unexpected, I thought miserably and I wasnât feeling up to pretending otherwise.
âI still wish theyâd talked to me about this.â
My brother in lawâs voice broke me out of my thoughts. The man looked like heâd been dragged through hell and back and I felt a pang of genuine sympathy. He looked wrecked and it was obvious she was in love with my sister. Resentment coiled thick and deep inside me. Resentment and envy.
With no effort at all she had charmed both the Jeon brothers, I thought bitterly.
Jeon Jihyun looked absolutely stricken at the thought of losing his wife. Â
âIâve asked Lisa to take the first flight out. She called me this morning, hysterical. It was something done in the heat of the moment. She .. Sheâs very apologetic. I believe her and Iâm willing to forgive her. WeâreâŠ. Weâre thinking of starting a family together. â He said softly and my stomach turned.
I felt my skin go ice cold as I wrapped my arms around myself. Shivering just a bit, I lightly squeezed Sanaâs hand. She looked at me in askance and I had to swallow to get my voice out, throat dry. The words made me want to retch. I could imagine how Jungkook would take this news.
âCan you get me my shawl? Itâs in the green room.â I said hoarsely. Â She bowed before moving away from me and when I looked back up, Jihyunâs gaze caught mine.
âThis must be hard on you.â He said softly and I flushed, staring down at my knees.
âNot like I can run from it. Literally or figuratively.â I smiled without mirth.
âJungkook is âŠheâs just confused. He needs some time to sort himself out. Iâve asked him to take a break and come back to Seoul after a couple of weeks. The separation would do him some good.â Jihyun said quietly and I sighed before nodding. What else was I supposed to say to that anyway? There wasnât much I could do, my influence on things almost nonexistent at this point.
âAre you going to give the boy a break, Jeon?â My father demanded, staring at Jungkookâs father who sighed.
âYes. Iâve been trying to get these damned reporters off our back. Theyâre all over the place. And yes, I think Jungkook should stay in Japan for a while. Â Weâre starting a new distribution branch there and I wanted him to scout places and possible vendors. Iâll tell him to hash out all the details before coming back.â
His phone rang again and he excused himself . I watched him leave the room, trying to make sense of his words.
How long would it take to build a whole branch in Japan? I had no clue. But it could hardly be done in a few weeks, could it?
âThatâs.. Thatâs a long time.â I said hesitantly and my father frowned.
âis that a problem?â he asked.
I sighed. There was no point keeping this to myself. I was supposed to go to the doctorâs tomorrow. And well, it would be better if they heard it from me first.
âI.. Iâm pregnant.â I said quietly.
The silence that followed was deafening. I stared at the carpet, not able to bring myself to look up at them. I could guess, what Iâd find there. It was what I always found in peopleâs faces.
âOh, sweet child.â My fatherâs sigh made me look up and there it was. The pity. I felt sick to my stomach. Sana returned, settling the hand knit shawl over my shoulders and I wrapped it tight, before glancing at her in some desperation. She smiled reassuringly, settling next to me and gently taking my fingers in hers. The warmth grounded me for a second and when Jihyun growled, I stared at him.
âI⊠I didnât know. Fuck, Iâm going to kill Jungkook. This fuckerâŠâ Jihyung swore and my father sighed, clearly thinking hard.
âyou canât be staying alone now.â He said softly, sitting up and cracking his knuckles, and I swallowed. I wouldnât bear it if they tried to take me back home. I had hated it there.
â You must come back home with me.â He said softly but I quickly shook my head.
â No.. No I wonât. I ⊠Please.â I begged, the mere idea of going back to my childhood home a nightmare. My mother would kill me with just her sharp and vindictive words. I was in no shape to put up with her verbal and emotional abuse. It was one of the things that had made me agree to marry Jungkook in the first place.
âWell, you canât stay here by yourself.â My father protested. Iâve been by myself my whole damn life, I wanted to scream.
âIâll be fine. I have Sana and the others to help me.â I said tiredly. My father shook his head before turning to Jihyun again.
âIs Namjoon still working on his book?â My father asked him and Jihyun frowned. The name elicited a tug in my memory and I turned to stare at my father, confused.
âYou remember him? He used to tutor you when you were hi High School.â
I had a brief flashback to dimples and almond shaped eyes. I remembered him vaguely. Very vaguely. But nowhere well enough to want him to live with me, alone or not. Â
âDadâŠâ I protested but he held a hand up to silence me, nodding at Jihyun .
âNamjoon? Kim Namjoon? â He shook his head. â Iâm not sure. Why?â
âI think it would be good if he moves in here. His father was telling me that he was looking for a place to stay, now that heâs moved back to Korea. â My father said softly, staring at me and I stiffened.
âFatherâŠâ I began desperately and my father shook his head.
âDonât argue. He was a dear friend of yours. I donât think you should be alone at a time like this. And I think Jungkook would approve. Like Jihyun said, the kid needs some space to sort himself out. Let him finish whatever business is going on in Japan.â My father glanced at Mr. Jeon who looked at me with guilt.
âI owe you an apology , on behalf of my idiot son.â
I looked away, not sure what to say to that. I hated the man quite passionately. Jungkook wasnât perfect⊠far from it. But this man had taken a sledgehammer to my husbandâs mind and heart at every turn. The disdain, the condescension, the sick way he favored his brother over him, the way nothing Jungkook did was ever good enough. It had all taken a toll on my husband. I had watched it chip away at Jungkookâs self confidence, at his mental health.
âI think more than anything, you owe an apology to your son. You knew he was in love with Lisa and yetâŠ. You forced him to marry me.â I said quietly and the room went eerily quiet. My father rounded on me , eyes blazing.
âLeah!!! Apologize, now!â He roared and I looked away.
âYouâre all the same. Ungrateful and entitled.â Mr. Jeon said sharply, before turning to his son. â Iâm leaving Jihyun-ah. Tell me when that wife of yours get home. I want to talk to her.â
He shared a half hug with my father before stalking off and my father grabbed his jacket as well.
âIâll leave as well. Your mother is being quite hysterical. Apparently, all her friends are hounding her about the article.â He sighed and I nodded , watching him shrug on the jacket before nodding at Jihyun and then following his friend out to the front doors.
Jihyun stayed standing , watching my fatherâs form disappear through the door before turning to me.
â Are you alright?â He said quietly, moving to kneel in front of me. Sana stood up, bowing before leaving and I watched her disappear into the hallway leading to the kitchens. Jihyunâs fingers wrapped around mine, brushing my knees and I stared down at him.
âThe question is, are you alright?â I brushed the hair off his face. He sighed.
âNo. No Iâm not. Iâm angry and jealous and very much filled with resentment towards my brother.â He said honestly and I laughed, tugging on his hand and patting the seat next to me. He straightened before moving to settle next to me and I leaned on his shoulders, sighing as he wrapped on around me, the warmth of his body comforting .
âAre you going to give your marriage a chance?â I asked carefully.
âShe told me she was going to break things off for good. We.. Weâve been talking about it. Starting a family, making this work.â He said quietly. I nodded. It was understandable. Unlike Jungkook and I , Jihyun had a responsibility. He would need a son and even though people liked to act like they didnât care much about gender, like they didnât care much about having children , it was sort of an unspoken rule. First son of the house ? You had to have a male heir to carry the family name.
I wondered how that conversation had gone between Jungkook and Lisa. It didnât really match the photo Iâd seen.
âI suppose Jungkook probably put up a fight. He genuinely wants to end up with her. He⊠He tells me often that he loves her and canât love anyone else. â I wondered if I ought to feel embarrassed or insulted.
But the truth was, I was numb to a lot of things that had once hurt quite a lot..
The conversation with Jungkook about my pregnancy had definitely cleared things up for me. There was nothing there worth salvaging. Chasing something that wasnât real , that was foolishness. Especially when I had a very real baby to think about. A child that counted on me to make the right choices.
âI donât think he did. She spoke to me last night and said that he agreed. Of course that was before the article came out. Iâd like to think she didnât lie to me but Iâm not sure.â
I sighed, settling in closer to his chest. He was warm and firm, solid and reliable. I wondered if it would have been easier, if my father had just married me off to Jihyun instead. Jihyun and I âŠwe were alike. We had been friends , even from childhood. Had watched with fond adoration as our younger siblings had fallen madly, wildly in love. Jungkook and Liza had been drawn to each other from the first. Inevitable.
Jihyun and I were more carefree. We didnât feel things that intensely and perhaps that was why we could sit here in the calm of the afternoon air, quiet and introspective when we ought to be furious and raging.
â Should we run off together? You and i?â He said suddenly making me laugh.
âVery much incapable of running.â I reminded him with a grin and he squeezed my shoulder .
âIâd carry you.â He said simply.
âWhere would we go?â I asked curiously, indulging the fantasy for just a few minutes.
âSomewhere far away. Maybe India? Thereâs so many people there and we could get lost in the crowds.â
âThat does sound appealing.â I smiled and turned to look up at him. His face inches from mine, not as handsome as Jungkook but strong featured and kind. â But Iâm not alone anymore. I have a child.â
His gaze dipped to my lap.
âYes. Jungkookâs child.â He said thoughtfully.
âNo. Mine. Nobody elseâs . Just mine.â I said quietly. Jihyunâs gaze softened. He pressed a quick kiss to the top of my head.
âIâm sorry.â He whispered, echoing his fatherâs words.â On behalf of my idiot brother, Iâm sorry.â
And where Mr. Jeonâs words hadnât made any sort of impact, Jihyunâs made my heart clench and ache in the worst way. Self pity was something I loathed but sometimes, being handed the short end of the stick at every turn in life makes it impossible to not feel sorry for yourself.
Tears stung, welling up in my eyes and spilling over my lashes like water bubbling out of an aquifer.
I blinked slowly, not bothering to wipe them as they traced a path down my face, dripping into the fabric of my shawl. In a moment of clarity I wondered what Jungkook must be going through now. Nothing good for sure.
It definitely said something, that I still worried for him. Sighing, I let Jihyun hug me closer. I would take advantage of his kindness for a few more minutes. It had been a while since someone had held me like I mattered.
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I called Jungkook that evening.
It wasnât an easy choice but my heart ached and my mind raced with unanswered questions. I didnât want to get lost in my own thoughts so I didnât overthink it. We were still married. I was allowed to call him.
He picked up on the third ring.
âWhere are you?â I asked quietly and Jungkookâs groan made my face heat up a little.
âI⊠Leah?â He sounded groggy. I glanced at the time. It wasnât late.
âAre you sleeping?â
He didnât reply for a few minutes.
âIâm sorry about what happened. We.. We didnât do anything else. It was just.. it was a kiss. Just that.â
âAre you still in the hotel?â I asked quietly ignoring his words.
â For tonight, yes. Dad wants me to stay with a friend of his. Iâll be going over to their place tomorrow morning.â He replied .
Silence followed for a few seconds.
âNamjoon is moving in tomorrow.â I said stiffly.
Jungkook didnât respond for a minute or so.
âYes. Father said itâs a good idea. And I agree. You shouldnât be alone while Iâm here. Heâs right. Hyungâs a nice guy. Heâll help you out.â Jungkook said softly.
âLiza came home. She wanted to talk to me.â I said quietly.
Jungkook didnât reply and I sighed.
âI told her I wasnât going to talk to her before I talked to you. I donât⊠I donât want to say anything to her that I havenât already said before. But I still want to know your thoughts on all this. Your plans, that is. I take it you werenât happy with her ending things.â I said stiltedly.
Jungkook didnât reply for a few seconds.
âThings between us ended a long time ago, Leah. It was over when we both agreed to marry other people. Maybe even before that, I donât know⊠I ⊠I guess I just didnât want to acknowledge them.â He said quietly. â Sheâs different, now. Even that kiss felt so wrong.  Sheâs moving on. Iâm glad in a way. She deserves better than me. She deserves someone like hyung. Heâs better than me in everyway and-â
God I wanted to strangle him.
âSo why did you kiss her?â I snapped. â If youâre so generously letting her go why would youâŠâ I stopped.
âI didnât kiss her. She kissed me. It was barely for a second.â He muttered. â whoever it was mustâve been videoing us for a while.â
I had to remind myself that in the grand scheme of things, this little detail made no difference.
âRight.â I sighed. â So, you wonât be home for a while?â
âSix weeks at least.â He said quietly.
I tried to keep the disappointment down. I still wanted to see him, just to make sure he was okay. But I knew that was just the pregnancy hormones talking.
âOkay.â I said simply.
âHow are you? Did you go see the doctor?â He asked softly and the question surprised me. I was half sure he had forgotten.
âNo, not yet. Maybe in a couple of days.â I scratched at a small stain on my skirt. Lime juice and baking soda, I thought absently. That should get the stain out. Â
âIts pretty late. You should go see the doctor, Leah. I.. I looked stuff up. They say you have to be on pre natal vitamins, folic acid and iron supplements  and you have to have  a balanced diet. I called Sana earlier and told her to speak to our doctor and get a diet chart for you. She said sheâll do it soon. So , please take care of yourself.â
Jungkook sounded entirely serious and as always my brain felt muddled, unable to process why he did the things he did. He had looked things up about the pregnancy and that implied some sort of interest, didnât it? But âŠ.. he had also kissed my sister so what was I supposed to do with this?
âIâll call you.â I said shakily, drained. I was done for the day.
âRight.â He said softly. â Namjoon hyung will be there tomorrow right? Should I talk to him? He could take you to the doctor.â
âNo.. Thatâs fine. Iâll manage.â I said quickly.
âYouâre sure?â There was genuine worry there.
âYes.â I sighed.
âAlright.â
Silence again. I exhaled shakily.
âShould I hang up?â I asked quietly.
âYeah. Good night. â He breathed.
âGood night, Jungkook.â
Click.
I stared at the wall, gently lowering the phone and placing it on the bed next to me.
She deserves better than me, his voice echoed in my head.
Well, so did I.
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Namjoon looked nothing like the twenty one year old college student Iâd seen a decade ago. I knew he was a successful novelist and Iâd read all his books. They were mostly philosophical or commentaries on life and emotions. I enjoyed the way he wrote : melancholic and deep but also clear and easy to understand. It was like staring at a particularly deep pool, being able to see all the way down to the bottom because of how clean the waters were. But once you put your feet in, the depth  always surprised you.
âThatâs a lot of books.â I laughed, gripping the edge of the door frame as I watched him stumble under the weight of a crate full of bound books. Namjoonâs messy brown hair peeked over the top, and when he adjusted the huge load to stare at me, I caught sight of his handsome face stretched in a dimpled grin, eyes glinting.
âResearch.â He grunted, straightening himself up and I watched the flex of his muscles as he carefully moved to place the crate down in one corner of the large bedroom that Iâd had cleaned for him. It was on the west wing of the house, parallel to my own bedroom that I shared with Jungkook . Namjoon had spent three years working as a professor somewhere in Indonesia. And I knew that heâd spent a year backpacking all over Scandinavia. I stared at his tall strapping figure, watching him set up his writing space carefully, sorting out boxes and electronics.
He had driven here in his Range Rover and I knew all his clothes were still there in the back of the car.
âShould I ask the footmen to get your clothes?â I asked and he glanced up at me, frowning.
âFootmen?â He looked confused and I rolled my eyes.
âNamjoonâŠâ I said chidingly and he grinned again.
âI keep forgetting youâre filthy rich. Makes me wish I should have beaten Jungkook to the game and bagged myself a rich wife.â He winked. It was a joke but there was no mistaking the hint of interest in his eye. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. Being married to Jungkook had definitely made me question the attraction I held for men so it felt good, having someone as handsome and whole and successful as Namjoon look at me like that.
âIâll ask them to get your clothes. You should shower and settle in. Weâll meet for dinner tonight.â I said quickly and he nodded.
âYouâre going to be okay heading back to your room? Let me know if you need help.â He pointed at my feet and I nodded. It was sweet of him to offer.
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Dinner was surprisingly not awkward at all. Namjoon had a lot of interesting stories to share and I found myself clinging to ever word in rapt attention. He spoke about all the folklore heâd run into in different places, how he thought that no matter the culture, there were always some common things you could find in every one of them. He also talked a little about his next book, which he hadnât named yet.
âItâs about second chances. Forgiving and moving on.â He said, taking another bite of his braised pork and moving to make another lettuce wrap.
â Heavy stuff.â I said thoughtfully. â Most of my writing is commercial. I just try to sell stuff to reluctant people. Itâs not much but it keeps me occupied and itâs always nice to make money that you can call your own.â
âItâs because you donât write for yourself. When you start writing for yourself, you can truly be who you are.â He said firmly and I nodded in agreement.
My writing in college had been vivid and bright and filled with life. But after the accident, it had turned grey and gloomy. The words seemed to drip with loss and longing and  I didnât enjoy it, because it was a reminder that I was no longer the vibrant, attractive fulsome girl I once was.
âMaybe thatâs what Iâm afraid of.â I smiled. â Being who I am. I would rather pretend Iâm at least a little alright.â
Namjoon stared at me, thoughtful.
âYou used to run track.â He said softly and I grinned.
âYou remember.â I said, pleased.
âOf course I do and you were captain of the volleyball team as well. You used to organize all those hikes and treks and stuff.â
âYes I did. I loved the outdoors.â I stared out of the window.
âLoved? Past tense?â He tilted his head. I stared at him, shaking my head.
âWhat kind of question is that.â I shook my head. â Look at me. Iâm not trekking anytime soon, considering how the last time ended.â
âYou can still go out.â He frowned. â When was the last time you went somewhere?â
I shook my head.
âOppaâŠâ
âListen. You know me. Youâve known me for more than a decade. Do you honestly think Iâm going to let you rattle around this old house like a ghost when you should be out there taking in all the sunshine you can get?â Namjoon placed his chopsticks down and linked his fingers together, staring at me.
I stared at him, and it was definitely there. The concern, the affection. Not that different from when I was sixteen and struggling to understand what pathos meant.
But now there was a definite undercurrent of attraction. Back then it had been childish, the wild crush of a teenager on her hot tutor but now, now I knew that he was so much more than just a hot guy.
âIâm pregnant.â I said softly, more a reminder to myself than anything else.
Namjoon grinned.
âWeâll steer clear of horse riding and alcohol. Anything else you can just let me know.â
âAre you serious?â
âAs a heart attack.â
âI think Iâm getting one now.â I deadpanned.
âBecause youâre nervous.â He grinned.
âBecause your dimples look too adorable.â I retorted.
He laughed.
âIâll talk to Jihyun and weâll go see your doctor first. Then weâll go out and have  a nice picnic.â
âNamjoon, I canâtâŠâ
âYou donât know that.â He said firmly.â You donât know if you can or canât because youâve never tried. Listen I love picnics and I love going out and I want company. Iâm agreeing to be stuck with you for a while and the least you can do is  give me company at a picnic. You know how big a loser Iâd seem like if I went by myself?â
It was like I was sixteen again getting brow beaten into things by a tutor who just hated the idea of not getting his way. I shook my head fondly.
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Fourteen weeks. Three and a half months.
I stared at the ultrasound, feeling a multitude of things, not all of them good. The baby was growing well and I had all my prescriptions filled. Namjoon had offered to come with me but I had refused. It was too intimate and he was still a stranger. I did take a photo of the ultrasound and sent it to Jungkook.
/Jungkook called me back almost at once.
âYou went to the doctor?â He asked, sounding a little breathless.
âWere you running?â I asked, surprised.
âNot really. Iâm supposed to be meeting one of the vendors for lunch and I thought I could walk to the restaurant but its farther than I thought.â He huffed.
âEverythingâs fine. Babyâs due in July.â I said quietly.
âSummer. Thatâs good.â He replied. âRight?â
I hesitated. What did that mean? What did it matter when the baby would be born?
âBecause winter would mean it being too cold . Summer we can take the baby out and stuff without worrying too much.â Jungkook said softly.
Oh.
âHowâs work?â I asked awkwardly. The non conversation was getting tedious. There was just so much to talk about and it was obvious that both of us werenât in the mood to actually ask or answer anything worthwhile.
âDid dad say something?â Jungkook asked quickly and I frowned.
âNo. Why?â
âHe wants me to join hyung in the corporate office. Leave the smelter units.â Jungkook sounded subdued and upset and I felt sympathy well inside me.
âJoin him? As what?â I asked quietly.
âHead of the marketing department. Iâll be reporting to Seokjin hyung.â Jungkook had clearly started walking again, breath coming in little exhales.
âYou donât want it?â I asked confused, not sure if this was a good or bad thing.
âI mean⊠I have a degree in Business and Finance. Hyungâs the CEO , I was hoping Iâd be the CFO.â Jungkook sighed, â But I suppose I should be grateful he didnât disown me altogether after what happened earlier.â
I stayed quiet and so did he.
âWe need to talk . When you get back. You ⊠I know you donât like sharing about what you feel but you owe me an explanation.â I said firmly.
âI know. But I meant what I said when I left. Iâm going to be there for you and the baby. Youâre still my wife. Thatâs not going to change.â
I ran my fingers over the ultrasound.
âDid you also mean the part where you said you canât stand me.â I said bitterly .
Jungkook didnât reply.
âI⊠You know I didnât. That was just something I said on impulse. Iâm sorry. Youâre⊠Youâve been nothing but good to me. And honestly, just the fact that youâre carrying my child is proof that I can definitely stand you.â He sounded just a little hoarse.
I bit my lips, staring up at the door when I heard a knock.
âLeah? Iâm going to have some tea in the garden ⊠You wanna come with?â Namjoonâs voice rang through the room and I froze.
âOh.. Oh.. yes. Iâll be down.â I said quickly, nodding . Namjoon pointed at the phone and gave to thumbs up before moving back out.
âWas that Namjoon hyung?â Jungkookâs voice came over the line.
âOhïżœïżœ yeah. Yeah, heâs⊠he wants me to have tea with him in the gardens.â I said awkwardly.
âThatâs nice. Â You should go. Get out of the house once in a while.â I didnât know what to say to that so I stayed quiet.
After another minute or so of silence, Jungkook cleared his throat.
â I got that form you sent in for me to fill, about my medical history. Iâll fill it up and mail it to the doctorâs office. Is that alright?â He asked hesitantly. â If not I can fly back home. If they need me in person or something.â
I frowned a bit.
âThey donât need you in person, Jungkook of course not. Mail it, thatâs fine.â
Another pause.
âThis is really happening huh? A baby. Weâre having a baby.â The exhaustion in his voice was palpable and I wondered.
âYes. We are.â I said simply, not having anything else to elaborate on. It was happening. I was torn between pleasure at having something to look forward to and guilt at forcing Jungkook into a role he wasnât ready for. But , for better or for worse we were married. The child was his. It would be a Jeon.
â Iâll do better.â He said quietly. â With the little one. Iâll be better.â
Tears these days, sprung up out of nowhere I thought miserably, furiously swiping at my face.
âLeah?â His voice came over the line. â Leah are you there?â
âI need to go.â
âAlright.â
âTake care of yourself too, Jungkook.â
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Loneliness .
Itâs such an odd sort of feeling. Sometimes you get used to it so much, that you forget all about it.
It stays , a part of you that doesnât make much of an impression on you until one day, suddenly it becomes unbearable,
Until you get a glimpse of what itâs like to not be lonely.
And then suddenly itâs like a deep chasm of longing and desperation just opens up inside you, craving love and warmth and company with a hunger that feels like it can never ever be satisfied.
Iâd never paid much mind to the fact that my life revolved around myself, my writing and the flowers in the garden. Not until Namjoon had come, demanding to be felt and seen and heard .
 Namjoon hadnât joked about not letting me rattle around the house. Our days were spent sprawled on the lawns of the Jeon estate, each of us occupied with our own writing . Namjoon typed away on his laptop while I preferred my leather bound notebook. It was oddly soothing, lying there on the clean cut grass, the sharp blades rubbing against my bare legs, as I leaned back against a tree trunk, watching Namjoonâs furrowed brows as he wrote.
Namjoon had changed in a lot of ways and yet he was still somehow just as I remembered, focused and often lost in his own head. He was a contemplative man and seemed to spend as much time reading as he did writing.
âThereâs a poetry club that meets every Tuesday in Gangnam. Would you like to come with me?â He asked casually, about a week after heâd moved in and I considered it. The paparazzi had finally stopped hanging about the estate and Jungkook had called the previous night with a ETA for when he would be back.
Four weeks at most, he had said firmly and I wasnât sure if I was feeling all that excited for his return anymore. Days spent with Namjoon were more exciting. He included me in every little thing and I was addicted.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this was probably wrong. Namjoon was sweet and kind but I was still married. But on the wake of that thought came the bitter reminder that there was nothing between Jungkook and I. He was in love with someone else. Why should I deny myself the joy of Namjoonâs company over a relationship that really wasnât a relationship at all.
Namjoon treated me as an equal, teased and flirted like there was nothing wrong with the two of us living like this, together and away from the rest of the world and I liked it. It made me feel like perhaps happiness wasnât such an abstract, unreachable thing after all. That perhaps I could find happiness like this. In friendship and mindless conversation with a man who didnât see me as a burden.
âIâd love that.â I said with a smile, letting my fingers knit together with his.
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âScorned wife getting even? We spotted the recently cheated on Mrs Jeon getting cozy with a strapping, buff hottie in a private restaurant last Friday and we canât help but wonder if perhaps the reclusive lady is trying to get back at her husband by flashing her own boytoy.â Namjoon read cheerfully from his phone, looking way too entertained as he showed me the zoomed photo of us holding hands over the dinner table .
âThatâs quite the description theyâve put for you.â I grimaced, sipping my chamomile tea slowly. My father and Mr. Jeon had reacted with their usual anger, threatening to sue the gossip rag for libel but it was pointless. They would keep being intrusive rats. There was nothing much to be done beyond enduring them.
âMy agentâs losing his mind. Heâs been at me trying to get me to agree to book signings and public appearances and heâs pissed that this is the way I get introduced to Seoulâs High society. Poor guy.â Namjoon chuckled and I felt guilt churn.
âIâm sorry, Namjoon. I really didnât think theyâd be following me. I mean⊠usually theyâre only tailing Jungkook but I guess with the whole thing with Lisa , theyâre just looking for ways to make things worse.â I said hesitantly.
Namjoon hesitated, staring at me for a few seconds.
âWe never really talked about how things are.â He said quietly. â Between you and Jungkook, that is.â
I ran the edge of my chopsticks on the brim of my soup bowl.
â Thereâs not much to say. HeâsâŠ. Heâs still sorting things out. With my sister.â I smiled a little. It ached a lot less, I realized with surprise.
âThey loved each other deeply.â Namjoon said softly. â that sort of thing doesnât go away that quickly.â
I nodded.
âOf course. And Iâve been âŠunderstanding of that. I like to think.â
âBut its unfair to you. You deserve to be loved too. Fully and well .â
I leaned back to stare at him.
âAre you offering?â I laughed, teasing.
Namjoon didnât smile, leaning forward instead.
âDepends. Will you ever consider leaving him, for me?â He said seriously.
My heart turned over inside me.
âNamjoonâŠâ I choked out and he reached out and lightly touched my palm.
âI know how marriages work with people like you, so I think I should draw boundaries now, if I want to keep myself safe.â He smiled a bit.
âIâm pregnant. With his child.â I swallowed and Namjoonâs brows went up.
âI thought it was your child. Yours and no one elseâs.â
I felt torn, staring at him and wanting to say that I didnât consider Jungkook as the childâs father, not in the way most people did. But I also remembered my husbands determined voice, the way he kept insisting that he wouldnât neglect the child.
âIts not about Jungkook or the child, Leah. Its about you. You married Jungkook knowing he was in love with your sister and that tells me that you listen to your parents. You donât want to stand up against the rules set by our parents and I donât fault you for it. But I canât let myself fall for you, knowing youâre going to be bound by your obligations to yurr family.â
I shook my head.
âDonât fall in love with me.â I said easily. â Youâre right. My family comes first. And whether I want to be or not, Iâm bound to Jungkook for life. So donât fall in love with me.â
He smiled and nodded.
âAlright then.â
âDo you want to move out?â I asked bitterly and he looked genuinely surprised.
âWhat?â
âYou clearly think Iâm trying to seduce you or something when really, I-â
âHey. Hey, LeahâŠno. No alright, thatâs not what I meant. These two weeks, it was amazing. I love your mind and youâre easily one of my favorite people on this planet. Weâre friends. And weâll stay friends no matter what but you must know why I said what I said. Youâre a beautiful woman and Iâm a lonely guy.â He smiled a bit, â I just donât want to make it hard for myself when you want me to leave.â
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Jungkook arrived back in Korea on a cold, rainy morning and against my better judgment I let Jihyun and Lisa drag me to the airport. It was some kind of publicity stunt, that much I could fathom but I didnât know if Jungkook was in on it. I hadnât spoken to him in a few days, he had been busy wrapping things up with the new branch in Japan.
It was another bad day for my leg and I found myself leaning heavily on my sister, her arm wrapped around my waist as we walked over to the waiting area. I could already identify a few men with cameras staring at us discreetly. Paparazzi . I saw them move their cameras down to the now obvious curve of my stomach and I swallowed. I could already imagine the articles wondering who the father was : Jungkook or Namjoon.
âYou alright?â My sister asked worriedly and I nodded, not looking at her. Lisa hadnât been discouraged by initial refusal to speak to her, keeping at it till I finally caved and let her visit me at the estate. She didnât love Jungkook anymore, she insisted . It was over. They were over . She wanted to give her marriage a chance. Very sweet and nice, that. And it was obvious that she wasnât lying, what with the way she and her husband kept
Jihyun and Lisa had made amends with each other and it annoyed me that they seemed to be madly in love with each other all of a sudden. Like the past couple months hadnât even happened. I stared down at my wedding ring feeling stricken. Was it unfair that I resented them for this? Why hadnât the two of them thought of this, of breaking things off and moving on before the damn wedding. And then maybe Jungkook and I would have had a real marriage too.
Bitter and hormonal was definitely not a good combination I thought with a wince, fingers splaying on the curve of my lower belly. It was so odd, being pregnant. The extra weight somehow foreign but also âŠso soothing. The last scan had shown that I had an anterior placenta and that meant that I may not feel movements for a while. I didnât mind, having found comfort in just tracing my palm over the bare skin of my stomach.
âThere he is.â Jihyunâs voice made me look up and ure enough there he was.
It wasnât the longest weâd been away from each other and yet, I felt my heart leap at the sight of him. He truly was a very handsome man, I thought miserably. And no matter what people said, it was infinitely more difficult to hate your husband when he looked that good.
Jungkookâs eyes caught mine first and I saw the way his gaze dipped straight to the curve of my bump. Even from the ten feet between us , I saw hi lips part in surprise , eyes going wide. It probably hadnât felt real to him till now, I thought biting my lips as he carefully handed his bags over to the two chauffeurs who had rushed to help him.
Jihyun wasted no time in bounding over and hugging his little brother tight.
I glanced at the man who had been taking photos, pleased to see the surprise in his face. Was he hoping that the CEO would punch his little brother in the face ? Idiots. Lisa stayed by my side and I exhaled shakily.
â Dad told me something and I want to know if its true.â I said quietly.
She didnât reply.
I took a deep breath, still watching the two brothers embrace each other, Jungkookâs face buried in Jihyunâs shoulders. I could see him shaking just a little and I felt my gut clench.
âHe told me that âŠthat you never told him that you wanted to marry Jungkook. That when he suggested Jihyun you agreed at once.â
She looked away.
âLets talk about this later.â She said quietly.
âDoes Jungkook know?â I demanded. â Because he spent that first month of our marriage cursing our father out for forcing you to marry Jihyun. Forcing. And dad says that he did no such thing. So what is the truth.â
Lisa didnât respond.
âJungkook  knows.â She said finally, â I told him⊠the truth. When we were in Japan.â and I laughed in disbelief.
âWas that before or after you kissed him?â I snapped and she looked genuinely pained.
âLeah, I never meant to hurt you or Jungkook.â She said shakily.
âMy God.â I shook my head. â I always knew you were a selfish, greedy person but I didnât take you for being a liar and a deceitful coward. â
She stared down at her feet.
âYes. Iâm greedy..â Â She whispered â And you may not understand it now but I did it for you and for Jungkook.â
She moved away and I watched as Jihyun pulled away from Jungkook, still holding his arm as he held a hand out to Lisa. The smile on her face seemed genuine as she took her husbandâs hand and I shifted my gaze to mine. Jihyun and Lisa walked away to their car and Jungkook stepped closer to me, his face stoic and impossible to read. Â
âLeah.â He said quietly, dark hair falling into even darker eyes.
I didnât reply, merely stepping up to gently press my palms on either side of his face.
âWelcome back.â I said softly, before reaching up and kissing him full on the lips. Jungkookâs entire body went stiff as a board at the gesture but he didnât pull away , thankfully. It felt cold and impersonal and barely lasted a few seconds but hopefully the man had gotten a few good shots. I closed my eyes for effect, running my thumb over the clean shaven curve of his jaw, before pulling away slowly.
I peered over Jungkookâs shoulder, just to make sure and sure enough, the man was moving closer to get better angles. I smiled a little. Good. That should hold these vultures off for a while. I turned back to Jungkook and his eyes followed my gaze catching sight of the man with the camera and his entire body seemed to go stiff with anger.
âWhy did you do that?â He growled and I bit my lips.
âYou know why.â I made to turn away but he gripped my arm, hard. So hard that I winced.
âWhat are you doing?â I asked panicking, glancing at the man who was still watching.
âSince when did you start pandering to those pigs?â He whispered angrily and I flinched.
âYour father wants to introduce you to the Board of directors this weekend.â I whispered quietly, âMost of them read the news Jungkook. The last news about us canât be about you cheating on me.â
âThatâs my business. And Iâll deal with it. Weâre not doing this, Leah. Iâm not putting on some kind of act just to please my fucking father.â He looked furious and the taut line of his jaw made me flinch.
âIâm sorry.â I said quickly, guilt churning inside me. He was right. I shouldnât have done that without talking to him about it but I knew that the scandal with him and Lisa wouldnât go down well with the Board. And the Board generally had a direct say on who got hired to top managerial positions.
âI just want you to get that job.â I said softly and he stared at me, stiff body relaxing marginally.
âLetâs just go home. Yeah?â Jungkook said tiredly and I bit my lips.
Less than fifteen minutes since he came home and we were already at odds with each other.
The most ill suited couple in the universe, I thought with a grimace as he stepped right next to me and wrapped a hand around my waist.
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I had a very terrible tendency to forget taking my pills. So I generally left them by the bedside table. Stepping out of the shower, I found Jungkook sitting on my side of the bed, examining the bottle carefully. I tugged on the white t shirt I had on, suddenly embarrassed because it was Jungkookâs
Iâd asked to borrow a couple over the phone, Â simply because I no longer fit into my own and the ones Iâd ordered werenât here yet. Jungkook had agreed but still, it felt awkward when he was wearing the exact same t shirt himself.
He turned around when I moved to the vanity to put on moisturizer for the night and through the reflection I saw his gaze linger on my attire.
âAspirin? Didnât know that was part of pre natal vitamins?â He said seriously and I blinked., surprised. I turned around to stare at him, licking my lips nervously.
âHow much research did you do?â I asked, genuinely curious and he flushed.
âI had a lot of free time. â He said defensively. â These six weeks.â
I frowned, before turning back to grab the small pot of night cream from the draw.
âMy blood pressure is a little elevated. My mother had pre eclampsia with my sister and they just want to be careful.â
âPre eclampsia?â Jungkookâs voice was fraught with nervousness and I turned back to see him almost white as a sheet.
âJungkookâŠI.. its nothing serious.â I said hastily and his jaw went even more taut.
âWhat do you mean its not serious? Do you even know what it is?â He demanded.
âDo you?â I snapped back, annoyed at being treated like I was an errant child.
âI know that itâs the leading cause of maternal death during birth.â He all but shouted and I flinched.
âOkayâŠthatâs only in extreme cases.â I held both my hands up. â itâs a bit too premature to be panicking over that.â
Jungkook opened his mouth, as though to argue but then seemed to calm himself down.
âWhenâs your next check up?â He asked casually.
âThis weekend. But its okay, Namjoon is-â
âIâll come with you. I.. I want to come with you.â He said quietly.
I stared at him, feeling too awkward to outright refuse.
âYou have the meeting with the Board. This weekend.â I said softly.
âSo?â Jungkook shrugged. â Iâll just tell them your appointment and health is more important to me. Besides isnât that what you wanted? The reason you kissed me at the airport? You want the board to think weâre happily in love. I think that would be an excellent way to show them that. â
Jungkook stared at me , head tilted curiously, daring me to deny what I had old him myself.
Sighing, I nodded.
âAlright.â I managed a weak smile. â You can come with me.â
âNamjoon hyung left today, you said?â He asked casually.
I nodded.
âI should send him a bottle of his favorite wine for taking care of you so well. You look good.â
âHe did it because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed it.â I retorted, his words rubbing me just a little wrong.
Jungkook smiled although it was more of a smirk.
âIâm sure he did. But Iâm here now. And I did promise you that Iâll be there for you.â
âFor the baby.â I said sharply, not liking the way he looked. The things he seemed to b implying.â You promised me youâd be there for the baby.â
âAnd right now, said baby is inside you.â He grinned now and I felt my pulse quicken at the sight. Jungkook didnât smile with me. It wasnât something that happened. At all. â So Iâll have to take care of you.â
I stared at him, biting my lips.
âWhat are you doing?â I demanded. âMy sister told you she never wanted you so now you want to start fucking me again?â
It was cruel. A terrible thing to say and I regretted it at once.
The smile faded.
âWhat?â
â IâŠfuck Jungkook.â I groaned.
âis that what you think of me? Need I remind you that you were the one who came to me all those months ago? I neverâŠ. I would never force myself on you, Leah.â He looked like heâd been stabbed and I heart clenched.
âJungkook , IâŠâ
âIâve been honest. Through all of this Iâve been honest to you. I lied to your sister, I lied to my father and fuck I even lied to myself. But Iâve been honest with you , Leah.â
âAnd thatâs supposed to make me feel better?!â I cried out, despairing. â You were in love with my sister and ââ
âAnd she wanted to marry my brother.â Jungkook yelled, standing up and turning to me, eyes blazing. â  All along. Know what she told me Leah? That it was never supposed to be me. That five years of us being togetherâŠit was because she was in love with my brother and she couldnât bear the thought of being alone. She started dating me to make him jealous and when she saw that I spent so much time with Jihyun she stuck around . So she could spend time with him.â He shook his head.
I stared at him, horrified.
âJungkookâŠ.â
âI thought I could never feel more pathetic than when I stood there listening her tel me how she never felt a single thing for me. But wowâŠ. Thank you for proving me wrong. Because right now, standing here begging you to let me a part of the child we both made knowing you only see me as some kind of pervert just looking to get into your bedâŠ.â he shook his head,â I feel worse. I feel dirty.â
My throat went dry.
âYou know what?â He moved to the closet and to my horror he grabbed a bunch of his clothes and a small suitcase. â Iâm going to go get a Hotel room.â
âWhat? No⊠Jungkook, wait!â I rushed to his side, grabbing his arm but he threw my hand off quickly.
âAsk Namjoon hyung to move back in. Better yet, tell dad the truth. That you think Iâm disgusting. That the thought of me being in your life makes you sick. Tell him you want a divorce and-â
âItâs a girl.â I exhaled sharply.
Jungkook went completely still.
I swallowed, my heart racing so fast I couldnât catch my breath.
I took a deep breath and moved to lightly touch his back, fingers splaying on the broad expanse of his shoulder blade .
He turned around at that and my heart lurched at the tear tracks down his cheeks. He looked wrecked.
â A girl?â He whispered.
I bit my lips, nodding.
âWeâre having a little girl.â He looked a little shell shocked.
âYes. And hopefully, she isnât as dramatic as her father.â I said softly, grabbing the dozen or so t shirts heâd pulled out of the closet and pushing them back into the shelves.
Jungkook didnât protest, still staring into space, probably just taking the news in. I felt awful for one second because I hadnât even cared all that much when the technician had told me.
I closed the closet door and moved back to the vanity trying to process all that had been said in the last five minutes, only to feel a headache come on. I would think about it tomorrow.
I finished braiding my hair when Jungkookâs voice came from the bed.
âIf you donât want me to intrude into your space you can tell me. Iâm okay with only getting information about the baby.â He said quietly.
I stared at myself in the mirror.
I turned to him slowly. i took a deep breath, considered that what i was going to say would likely change everything between us. But i had to.Â
Iâve always been honest with you Leah, He had said and I decided that perhaps he deserved some honesty in return.
âI think Iâm in love with Namjoon.âÂ
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Authorâs Note : these two are such a mess istg.Â
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An Unhealthy Obsession- Shigaraki x reader
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Summary: Short yandere fic based off the song âAn Unhealthy Obsession,â by The Blake Robinson Synth. Orchestra.Â
Cw: yandere and stalker tendencies
Word count: 1.9kÂ
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Many people would call Shigarki the creepy type if they saw him on the street. Slouched over, face always buried in his phone with his hoodie covering the rest. He looked like your local creep who hung around popular stores and malls by himself. He would go to one mall in particular, even more so after he realized they had a Game Stop there. He would frequently go in to browse, and while he was checking out one day, he met you behind the counter.
âWill this be all?â you ask in your sweet customer service voice, with your head slightly tilted. Shigaraki froze in place. No one this pretty has ever talked to him before.
âUm, yeah, thatâs all.â he says quickly, looking down to the ground while you're bagging his games.
âThis oneâs my favorite; Iâve been playing non-stop since it came out, have fun with it!â you say as you hand the bag back. And you play games? Could it get any more perfect?!
âThanks,â he managed before walking out of the store and finding the closest bathroom. He locked the stall door and sat down. With his heartbeat in his cock, he couldnât stop thinking of how innocent your voice sounded, and how pretty you looked. He decided from then on you were his next obsession.
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Shigaraki visited the store so often he learned your schedule. He would watch others make small talk with you, and it made him want to steal you for himself. His blood boiled when someone else would make you laugh. Soon enough, seeing you at your work wasnât enough. He wanted to know more about you. So he followed you home one day. He kept his distance, being too scared of appearing creepy to people around him. You lived a few blocks away from him, who knew!This made it very easy for Shigaraki to stake out across the street and just watch you for hours. You always kept your windows open, maybe for the natural light? He appreciated it though; in his eyes, you left your blinds open for him. So he could watch as you dance around your room with your dog, and then relax and watch tv, hugging a pillow as you accidentally fall asleep. You were precious, and he realized all you wanted, all you needed, was someone like him to cuddle up into, to make sure you were safe. After all, there were too many creeps who could hurt you- he was just making sure they didn't get to you.
Shigaraki made it back to his place, but you never left his head. He went from sitting in the bushes, to sitting hunched over his desk, looking up your name on every search engine imaginable. âBingo!â he says once he finds your socials. He scrolls down your page, seeing your stories about going to conventions earlier in the summer, spending time with your friends and- oh? Whatâs this? You were hugging a boy in this picture. Shigaraki zoomed in to get a good look at his face. âWhy would you want a bastard like him?â he grunted angrily. He clicked on his profile and saw a post of you two eating at âyour favorite restaurantâ together for his birthday. The post was from the beginning of this year, so maybe you werenât still with the guy. I mean Shigaraki didnât see anyone while he was stalking you, which was a good sign.
Over time, his camera roll would fill up with screenshots of you off of your profile, shaky pictures he snapped of you while you were working, etc. He was in the store just when you worked now, because any other time he was following paces behind you to wherever your pretty feet were taking you. Stepping up to the counter with a few games, you began checking him out. His voice low and quiet as he asked, âDo you play games often?â
âOh sure! Whenever I have free time, really. But lately Iâve been too busy. We should totally play together sometime!â you beam. Play together? He wanted to do a lot more than that .
âC-Cool, then Iâll see you through a screen next time,â Shigaraki scratches his neck awkwardly. You give him that practiced smile you show to all the customers. âOh, what time do you get out?â he asks, and you give him a confused look. âS-so I know when to hop on! Just in case..â he drifts off, trying to keep cool. You tell him around 8, and he leaves. Thatâs perfect. Gives him just enough time to run some errands.
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Shigaraki went to the hardware store and got the smallest cameras he would find. He hurried over to your place, and prayed the key was still under the rug where you left it. And it was! He unlocked your door, and your small dog ran up to him, jumping on his leg. âYouâre a friendly little guy, arenât you?â he says, leaning down to pet the dog. Donât get distracted ! He reminded himself. He began by setting a few cameras up in your room, one facing each corner. This gave him a perfect view of your bed, desk, and closet. While he was in there, he picked up a piece of thin red fabric off the ground. He inhaled deeply, to smell a sweet and salty scent. He shoved them into his pockets for later, and finished placing the cameras.
Back out in the living room, your dog was following him around. Shigaraki knelt down and gave him a pat. He read the dog's collar; apparently his name was Shiro. Cute. âYou want something, Shiro? You need some food?â he asked, looking around for his dog dish. He found it and filled it up and then sat on the couch. He took your panties out of his pocket, giving them another whiff. The smell shot straight down to his groin, heating him up. He pulled his phone out and went to his album just for you and scrolled through the pictures. He loved you so dearly, and one day you would know just how much he cherished you. He played back the small interactions the two of you had, and all the memories youâd have together in the future. He palmed his hardening cock, head leaning back on the couch.
It was 6:30, he still had a few more hours before you were back. He revealed his dick from his sweatpants, his tip leaking pre. He put your red panties in his hand, and started to jerk himself off- the soft lace brushing against the underside of his dick. His breathing became hitched and sporadic at the thought of you underneath him making the same noises. No, he wasnât experienced, but you would teach him everything he needed to know!
âY/N⊠god youâre so tight..â he groaned. His hips thrusting up into you as you let out lewd noises for him. He grabbed your face and whispered sweet nothings into your ear.
âGod please- fuck, Iâm close, Shiggy!â you whined under him, twitching with your back arched and a tit in his mouth. The thoughts that filled his mind went directly to his cock. Shigaraki humped his hand, wishing it could be you, waiting for when it was you. Maybe youâd even fuck on this couch, who knows. He quickly finished and made sure to leave nothing behind before heading out and staking out behind the bushes again.
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You throw yourself on the couch as always, sitting where he sat just an hour ago. You made yourself some tea as you turned the tv on. It wasnât too late, meaning Shigaraki could watch you for a bit.
A little later, you make yourself dinner. You take the trash out and leave it by the road. Shigaraki, being the weirdo he is, makes his way across the street, dangerously close to your front window, to snoop through your trash. There had to be something good in there. . He rummaged through your trash to find empty take out containers, some paper, and- chapstick? He wasnât big on using it himself, but if it was yours, it was automatically going on his lips. He thought of it like an indirect kiss from his one and only. It had a taste of sweet strawberries, probably what you would taste like if he ever had the chance to kiss you. One day, he keeps telling himself. He pulls out his phone to check your room cameras and he sees you starting up your pc. Right! You asked to game with him earlier! Â Shigaraki raced back home to load his game, praying he would find you in one of the local servers. There was FlameThrower2050 , TheRadicalDude , SuckItRight , and ShiroâsCloud online. You had to be the last one. He shot you a direct message, asking if you were up for a game, and you said yes. You actually said yes! Of course, you didnât know it was him. You went into a private lobby and you turned on your headset. âHey, can you hear me?â you asked innocently. Your pure voice went right through his heart. âUh yeah, you sound great,â he blurts out. âOh, Shigaraki?â you remembered his name?! This left him ecstatic. The game starts and you play a few rounds, Shigaraki being in heaven. You ended up beating him. In every. Single. Round. A bit embarrassing for him, but you laughed it off and didnât make fun of him for it. Oddly, that stuck with him. You were so nice the whole time- he couldnât wait to talk to you at work tomorrow!
It was getting late, which is why you had to go, which also meant Shigaraki got to watch you on the cameras. He pulled out his phone, switching to the view of your bed. You crawled in with just panties and an oversized shirt on, how cute. You scrolled on your phone for a little, until it dropped on your chest and you fell asleep. Your phone battery is gunna die, silly⊠Shigaraki thinks to himself. He could always go over and plug it in for you. No! That was too dangerous!! What if you wake up when heâs standing over you? Certainly thatâs not a good impression to leave. He argues with himself for a bit before heâs out of the house, running down the street. His feet carry him all the way back to your place. He grabs the key and goes for the door. It was unlocked. You left it unlocked for him? How nice of you! He sneaks in and Shiro is quick to jump on him. Shiro took quite a liking to him. He tiptoed over to your room, looking at your sleeping body through the door crack. He opened the door slightly, going in and looming over you. He pried the phone from out of your hands and plugged it in for you. You would thank him later; tomorrow! When youâd see him next. Shigaraki zoned out, watching you sleep soundly for a good hour, stealing pictures of you while you were snoring, and getting a quick sniff of your hair. He had stayed there a lot longer than intended, the sun starting to rise. He snuck out of your room and locked the door on his way out.
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âOh, hey!â Shigaraki hears your pleasant voice call out to him from the counter. âLast night was a lot of fun; how about we play again tonight?â you ask him. He immediately says yes, his heart doing flips in his chest. This was the start of something good.
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Pairings: Bokuto x Fem Reader x Akaashi
Warnings: Hardcore Smut and triggering themes please read at your own discretion. This is just a work of fiction and is not encouraged in anyway whatsoever.Â
themes: Non-con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Gunplay, Orgasm control/denial, Edging, Cuffs, , Creampie, Cunnilingus, Voyeurism, Masturbation, Blowjob, Threesome, Face Fucking, Penetrative Sex, Mentions of Stalking and Yandere.
A/n:Â Heyaaa so basically this is in collaboration with the Church of Meian theme of May-mafia/Mayfia. Its my first collaboration and my first time posting smut, hope yall enjoy!! Please make sure to check out the amazing art and stories posted by the lovely people in our little church and give them some love, the link is at the end of the story!! Also special thanks to @kinsurouâ, @murdereddaydreamsâ and @vanille--kissâ for helping me and supporting me through everything. Love you soo muchoo my little ohana
A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you glanced over to the stacks of paperwork you still had to go through. The daunting pileup that only increases every hour. You sighed again as you thumped your head onto the desk,frail arms just barely cushioning the blow. While staring blankly at your own feet, you spied the wastepaper basket sitting near, completely empty apart from a few used sugar sachets and soggy teabags.
Your eyes flit towards the pile of files again and you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if a few papers landed in the trash can, accidentally, of course. You contemplated for a few more seconds, before you shuddered as you imagined familiar cat-like eyes flit across your vision. You didn't want to really know what would happen if he found out about it, did you?
The minx-like golden eyes flashed once again in your mind as you recalled the fateful day. The day from which everything spiralled downhill.
If only, if only your family hadn't gotten into trouble with the Nekoma clan, things would be different. But no, they had to take a loan and fall into the mercy of NekomaâŠ
But at least you got off easy, you thought as you cradled your head. At least you and your family didn't suffer the same fate as the others. You were thankful to the head of the Nekoma for giving you the opportunity of paying off the debt through work, instead of the usual means. A shudder ran through your spine as you thought of the stories you've heard, of what happened to the other people who owed the clan money.
A heavy Bam shook you from your stupor as your head jerked up to stare at the new batch of files that had been banged onto the stack. You shook your head to clear your thoughts as you reached for the first file of the batch. It would be better to just get to it and finish it before the end of the day. That's when you noticed the little photograph that slipped out on the floor and you bent to pick it up.
There were four guys in the frame, two of them being the focus of the shot, with goofy big smiles and arms draped around each other, though there was a big red circle drawn around the one with owlish silver hair, the ink of the marker recent enough to smudge a little. The other two guys looked like they were not meant to be in the picture, but oddly that fact only made it so much better.
One with blonde highlights stood grimacing in the background while the other guy's face was barely visible, his body half turned and blurry as if someone had called out to him at the last moment when the picture was being taken.
Overall it looked like a fun bunch of friends but you wondered why there was a circle drawn around one of them. You flipped the picture, curiosity getting the best of you. Finding only a date written you turn the picture again, choosing to focus on the people in there.
âT-these are the next in-line heirs to the Nekoma clanâ you whisper lowly to yourself. They were the ones who were supposed to take over in the coming years and were your current bosses. You couldn't wrap your head as to what this was doing in your file. You were given only the most basic work to handle as their secretary, numbers to jot down, business meetings to book and take note of the expenses and make detailed reports about meetings they attend. Maybe this slipped in by mistake somehow ??
You centered in on the person grimacing and the one with bed-hair; cogs turn in your brain as you wondered why these two individuals seemed so similar before something dawns on you and an audible gasp leaves your lips as the picture dropped onto your lap.
With trembling hands you shoved the picture back into the file and hide it at the bottom of the stack, maybe this was a file that was not supposed to be in your hands, fuck fuck fuck. Your eyes skim the room to watch out for anyone observing you. These guys didn't trust you enough to give you such things, so obviously it was misplaced and dumped into your paperwork by accident.
You suddenly noticed Lev jogging towards you and your whole body tensed as he approached. You pretended to work on the other files that were scattered around on your desk, typing random words and numbers into the excel sheet, your gaze was strongly focused on your screen yet everything was blurry. If Lev were to take a peek as to what you were doing at this moment, Â he would realise that what you were typing was utter bullshit.
âAh, you remember the stack of files and papers that I just placed here?â He pointed his finger to the stack of papers that still lay stagnant there.
âYes sir? What can I do for you t-today?â You kicked yourself under the desk for how weird you sounded in the moment, but lucky for you he was in a hurry so he didn't pay much mind to you.
âCan you give those back to me? I think there were five bunches of them, I think I gave you the wrong ones,â he rubbed the back of his head as his voice took an almost sheepish tone by the end.
Without saying anything in return you just nod stiffly before taking the first four files, slowly sneaking in the file that you shoved at the bottom, you softly banged them against the table as if to align them before giving them to him with a small smile.
âHey Y/n?â Lev called out to you after he cleared his throat. You slowly turned your head towards him trying your best to act innocent as if you hadn't just seen a picture of the mafia head with his friends.
A light pink blush clouded his face as he clumsily took the files from you, bowing a little before he scurries off to give those files to whoever he was supposed to give them to in the first place.Â
You let out a deep exhale of relief, slumping further into the chair as he turns a corner and goes out of sight. Your phone suddenly buzzes and you yelp as your body jolts upright from the chair, you relax visibly when you notice that it was only a reminder that you had kept on your phone signalling the end of your shift.
Dropping it back onto the table with a clatter you stretched yourself in the chair, a smile gracing your lips as you collect your things to head home, deciding to stop at the grocery store to make a big dinner for the family today, just to relax your mind and console yourself that everything was alright, that you wouldn't be killed for seeing confidential information. It was just a picture, you thought, yeap just a picture that could possibly be a kill target, fuck did you get involved in a crime? You pinched your arm as you walked out of the office, shaking your head of all the negative thoughts.
The keys jingled as you struggled to slide the key into the lock with two grocery bags in hand, the atmosphere eerily silent as you entered the house, you called out for your mom and dad, followed by a soft âtadaimaïżœïżœ only to receive no response in return.
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You laughed as you remember that a few days ago your dad tried to make dinner and ended up breaking your mom's favourite ceramic pot while removing one of the pans. She has been so mad at the time that she took a vow to not cook until your dad got her a similar ceramic pot if not a better one.
You entered the living room to find it completely empty, and chill ran down your spine, where were your mom and dad? You walked toward the fridge and suddenly everything made sense when you saw the small sticky note with a haste scribble that said that your parents had gone out at the last minute for a makeup dinner, decorated with a small smiley in the end.
With a broad smile plastered on your lips you placed both the grocery bags on the counter, humming softly to yourself as you removed the items from within the bags. From the corner of your eye you suddenly notice a shadow cross and your body goes rigid. Your hand slowly inched forward before curling around the handle of a pan nearby when a tingling feeling rises up your spine, signalling someoneâs approach.
In the room filled with soft rays of evening light you stand ominously still, breath bated as you tighten your clammy grasp, knuckles turning white, cold beads of sweat running down the side of your face. You backhand swung the pan the moment you see a slight shadow come up behind you, but your actions were stopped midway as you were pushed head first onto the counter, your hand with the pan being banged harshly against the cold surface of the marble, forcing you to let go of the pan. The person behind you used their body weight to keep you pinned to the counter as you trash around, trying your best to get hold of any object you can use to defend yourself.
Just as you get your right hand free from under the personâs weight, you feel a pinch on your shoulder and suddenly your body starts losing its strength,eyelids getting heavier and your vision turning blurry. As a last attempt you tried to scream out for help, but the moment you open your mouth a gloved hand clamps down on your lips and you try to trash around, only for him to lean his weight further on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Right before you passed out, you faintly heard a phone buzzing and for a second you wondered if it's yours. You fought to stay awake as the man still kept you pinned against the counter, shuffling behind you before a small beep followed by a smooth soft voice reached your ears.
â I have her Bokuto-sanâ
That was the last thing you witnessed before losing control over your senses and everything went dark. Â
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You woke up to a cold concrete floor, a dull throb sitting in the back of your head as you grunted softly, your vision confiscated by a blindfold. The place where you were injected felt like it was on fire, limbs feeling heavy andâŠ
You tried shifting your arms but all you could hear was the clang of metal against the concrete. You tried moving your feet but they were seized with cuffs which were attached to metal chains rooted firmly into the floor. You pushed yourself up onto your knees, only to be pulled back by the chains hooked on cuffs around your wrists, the rattling sound echoing loudly throughout the room along with a disgruntled sob. You held your breath in fear, hoping that no one was around to hear it. The room fell utterly silent as you tried your best to hear for any footsteps, only to be greeted by a soft hum of jazz, barely thrumming in through the walls.
You wanted to cry, scream, trash around, but there you laid, frozen in fear, trying your best to not make a single sound, making it seem like you were still unconscious. You were just delaying the inevitable, buying as much time as you could; you didn't have a single clue as to  what you had done to be in such a situation, if it was about the loan, weren't you already paying it off by working? Or did they get tired of waiting?
But hadnât you walked the perfect line with your job? you didn't have a single complaint from your superiors and your colleagues commended you on it, because it seems that they weren't compatible with just anyone and most of them didn't survive beyond the second week. So why were you here then? Was it theâ
Your thoughts were cut short as you heard keys chime on the other side of the door and you froze in your spot, trying your best to pretend that you werenât awake just a moment ago, tugging on your restraints.
You slowed down your breathing, evening it out just as the door opens, its hinges creaking loudly as you hear a chorus of footsteps pad through the room. But your little act of being asleep was immediately cut short as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over your body making you jolt upright in shock, gasping and shuddering at the sudden overwhelming sensation.
âLooks like the little kitten is awake now! Letâs get this over with, shall we?â A deep voice boomed throughout the room, and you cower back a little, chains clanking along with you.
âAkaashi, remove  her restraints but keep the cuffs on her hands.â The same authoritative voice commands and soon you feel a presence behind you, undoing your chains.
Your shivering body only trembled more as you felt fingers graze your calves and back, your now damp blindfold only serving to rile on your fears. You didnât shift from your position when you felt the weight drop from your hands and legs, too scared to do anything. Your mind ran a million miles per minute, barging through your brain with various emotions and thoughts, but yet you feel blank as a chair scrapes loudly against the floor, placed in front of you.
A hand hooks under your arm, pulling you to sit upright and a whimper leaves your lips in fright. You wanted to pleadâ heck even beg for mercy, cry a litany of apologies and offer anything up in exchange for your life, but your lips didnât move a single inch, even though you were practically screaming from within. You choke on the silence that suffocates the room before a gentle finger traced the back of your neck and you suppressed the urge to shudder at the feeling, soon finding your blindfold falling to the floor. You squinted, trying to move away from the sudden bright light before coming face to face with the last face you expected to see, the supposed kill target, his golden orbs more brighter and fierce than you remembered, excitement dancing along his lashes.
âAnd what do we have here?â He leaned forward as he rested his elbows on his knees, his palms joined in front of him and a cunning smile plastered on his face. His eyes raked your form before looking at the man behind you, nodding at him before you heard the softest âYes Bokuto-sanâ flow past you and your eyes widen when realise where you heard it before; you recollect to the voice you barely managed to hear before you were rendered unconscious and painful tears started to collect in the corner of your eyes as you tried to swallow the lump on your throat.
The guy now known as Akaashi brought something to the guy in front of you before going back to his earlier position behind you. Faint light glinted against the object and when you realised what it was, tears flowed down freely your cheeks as soft hiccups wrecked through your body.
âAww honey, donât be scared. All you need to do is answer all our questions truthfully and I wonât have to use this. Whaddya say hmm?â Bokuto cooed as he slid the gun against your cheek, before placing the barrel under your cheek and tipping your head upwards. Afraid, you closed your eyes before nodding meekly.
âThatâs a good girl. See we wonât be having any problems then.â He says with childish enthusiasm in his voice as if it were just another game for him. Akaashi stood silent, his eyes never leaving your form, watching the way your nipples pebbled under the cool air, your shirt now almost transparent as droplets of water slid down your shivering form. Bokuto feigned a cough and Akaashi flits his gaze to him, immediately registering that Bokuto noticed him staring at you, his signature playful smile getting a little bit wider, a hidden intent written behind that smile.
âItâs time to pat her down, Akaashi.â Bokuto stated before turning to you, âDonât worry hun, it's just a mandatory procedure.â The moment those words were said you were lifted off the ground and placed onto Bokuto's lap and a sob fell from your lips as you tried to get away from his hold, but that only spurred him on to wrap his hand around your waist firmly.
âShush now little  kitten, donât worry, the more you struggle, the harder it will be.â He pulled you closer to his heated body, your back hitting his chiseled chest as you straddled him, making your pencil skirt bunch up, your cuffed hands uncomfortable as they get smushed at an odd angle between your back and his chest. You try to move forward because the burn was too much, but the hand on your waist only tightened, keeping you put, your legs kept secure behind his ankles.
âSo tell me kitten whatâs your name hmm??â He asked you while Akaashi kneeled down in front of you and started patting down your shoulders before his fingers found your buttons, relieving them from its reserves with ease; you looked down at Akaashi with unbelieving eyes, Bokutoâs question falling on deaf ears and that was your biggest mistake. His hand on your waist slid up to roughly grab one of your tits, pinching the nipple harshly and making you cry out in pure agony.
âI asked you something pet, I donât like to repeat myself twice. Geddit? Now I'm going to ask you once more and that will be your last time. You hear me?â His voice was viciously low and threatening. You only nodded back in response, the sting still fresh on your skin. â Use your words kittenâ He commanded, and you choked out a broken âY-yes.â
âGood girl. Now tell me what your name is, hmm?â
â Itâs Y-Y/n,â you managed to stutter out, chest heaving.
âThat's a lovely name for a kitten! Well now, what is a pretty little thing like you doing in the Nekoma estate, hmm? What is your relationship with Kuroo and Kenma? Are you their fucktoy? Wouldnât doubt if you were, you seem quite fun to play withâ he whispered the last part as he grabbed your face, turning your head away from him. He brushed his nose against your neck, taking in your scent as hot puffs of air collided against your skin.
âIâm j-just a secretary, I have a debt to clear with them, t-thatâs all. Iâm not their- their- '' heat rushes to your cheeks as embarrassment and anger flowed through you as it dawned upon you what he really meant and you tried to pull away from Bokuto. âI donât do anything of that sort! I donât have that kind of relationship with them. I just arrange meetings and appointments, and other basic stuff, thatâs it! Now let me go!â You spit the words out, anger boiling through your veins, but it soon turned ice cold with the next question, and you realise you fucked up⊠Big time.
â Then you must know about the upcoming business meetings of Nekoma, right? That means you would know the location of Kuroo and Kenma? â And the room once again went silent. In your fit of anger and defiance you didnât even realise that Akaashi had slid your shirt up over your shoulders, sliding them down up to your cuff covered wrists  and was now drawing your skirt down. You tried to wiggle your hips to hinder his movements but it only serves to his advantage as it slides down easier.
âPlease l-let me go, I-I donât know anything please!â You begged, voice turning desperate, you couldnât give out information about the Nekoma clan or they would have your head for it. What about your familyâ
âYouâre a smart little one arenât you, you know they will hunt you down if you give me their information. But if you decide to tell me, I give you my word that no harm will come to you or your family, furthermore your debt will be repaid. And if you donât, I could put a bullet through your head right now.â Bokuto said with a playful lift to his voice, bringing the gun up to your temple.
â I really donât remember! Please, I canât recall w-with who it was.. Please donât shoot!!â You sobbed out, mind going blank when the gun is placed to your temple, fear overwhelming your senses.
âAw it was good knowing ya kitten, you wouldâve made such a good pet.â He cocks the gun with a loud click finger at ease on the trigger while he places soft kisses on your neck, softly whispering against your skin, â Sayonaraââ
âKARASUNO!!â You screamed out the first thing you remembered right before he could pull the trigger. âItâs Karasuno, sometime in the middle of next week, in the Miyagi Prefecture.. Thatâs about all I know. Please, please let me go now, Iâm begging you!!!â
He chuckled darkly right next to your ear and goosebumps rose all over your skin with adrenaline. You closed your tear filled eyes, sobs shaking through you. You wanted this to be a nightmare, a dream from which you would wake up any moment, but the cuffs digging into your wrists and warm hands searing into your skin said otherwise.
âMmm you definitely deserve a reward for that, donât you?â He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your ear before whispering those words. You shake your head violently, not wanting to spend another waking minute here but he completely ignores your signs of protest. Bokutoâs hand travels down your body till his hand reached your panties to cup your pussy, groaning when he hears a small whimper leave your lips at the contact. He tugged on your panties, a hiss leaving his lips when he noticed how sensitive your body was.
âSuch a pretty kitten, Akaashi, why don't you reward her for me, yeah?â Bokuto said as he shifted your panties to the side, dipping his fingers into your folds before prying them apart, giving Akaashi a good view of your cunt. Akaashi took his lower lip between his teeth before swiping his tongue across it as he indulged himself with the sight of your glistening pussy.
âGo on âKaashi, donât you want a taste?â Bokuto questioned, his fingers circling your clit, before travelling to your entrance, he dipping two fingers inside before removing them and spreading them, your juices smeared all over them and he popped his fingers to his mouth, a low growl arising from his chest made you bite on your lip harshly. âOf course I do Bokuto-san.â And that was all Akaashi said before he hooked your legs over his shoulder and dived into your pussy, flattening his tongue against your entrance before dragging it upwards towards your clit, rubbing his tongue against it before sucking on it.
You moaned loudly as Akaashi kept slurping up the juices dripping from your hole, making sure to not let a single drop go by, while Bokuto unhooked your bra, sliding them up so he could see your perky little nipples just begging for attention. He uncocks the gun and hooks it on his waistband, after which his hands find purchase of your soft mounds, pressing each nipple inside with his forefinger before pinching them and rolling them between his fingers. He gave your nipples a few rough tugs just to hear your sweet voice more.
Youâre too overwhelmed to do anything but mewl as Akaashi detached himself from your pussy, fingers tugging down your panties and pocketing the soaked fabric. He used his thumb to rub your nub while his tongue prods your entrance and you gasp, taking a shaky breath in. When he rubbed a certain spot at the entrance you threw your head back and Bokuto immediately wrapped his fingers around your throat, his grip firm as his lips hastily crashed onto yours, drinking in all your moans and whimpers. He continued to kiss you, your moaning making it easy to plunge his tongue into your mouth, the kiss so heated that it brought you right on the edge of tipping over.
Your legs shook uncontrollably, being just one flick away from falling over the edge when Akaashi pulled back and you breathed heavily, not wanting to show them that this affected you much, while you mourned the loss of such a sweet release. His face is smeared with your juices and he licks his lips as he uses the back of his sleeve to wipe off the excess. The corner of his mouth lifted as he looked at Bokuto and nodded at him as you whined at your stolen high. Bokuto broke the kiss and smiled at Akaashi wide enough to have the tops of his incisors seen, the feral intent in his eyes reminding you of the dangerous position you were in.
Your eyes widened when Akaashi abruptly stood up and slid his hands under your butt, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he picked you up from Bokutoâs lap and you yelped. Akaashiâs eyes were fixated on you the entire time you were in his arms, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your lips continuously while you squirm.
âP-please no, I-I donât want to go any further pleaseâ you told Akaashi, eyes big and pleading, filled with fresh tears.
âItâs okay Doll, donât worry, we wonât hurt you until you disobey. So be a good little pet for us alright?â He whispered  against your ear as he placed you down on your wobbly legs with your back against the mahogany table behind. He cupped your face gently, thumb swiping across your trembling lips as he looked at you with pure adoration. If it were any other situation you mightâve even considered going out with this beautiful man; but here you were, held against your will, your body being used as per their whims and wishes and you couldnât do a single thing about it, it made your stomach twist with hate and disgust knowing how weak you were.
Akaashi leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours into the most sweetest and gentle kiss youâve ever had. You were so lost in it that your mouth unconsciously granted him access when he licked your bottom lip, you immediately tasted yourself on his tongue. The way he explored your mouth made you moan, your pussy clenching over a single kiss, only coming to your senses when his fingers fiddled with the straps of your bra, unclasping them and you bit his lip in defiance when he pulled your bra off your body, the taste of iron now pooling on your tongue.
Akaashi pulled back when you bite his lip, raising an amused eyebrow at you. He couldnât believe that you still had thought that you could say no to them, it was cute to him; luckily it wasnât Bokuto-san or she would've gotten a punishment by nowâ Akaashi thought as blood dripped from his lip onto his chin.
âThis kitten is still using her claws I see, quite feisty~â Bokuto chimed as he came behind Akaashi, watching the entire scene from the corner. You looked at both of them in shock when Bokuto turned Akaashiâs head and pulled him into a kiss, licking up the blood that was on his lips and groaning when he still tasted the remnants of your sweet juices on Akaashiâs tongue. Bokuto broke the kiss, his lips sliding down to Akaashiâs neck and chuckling against his skin as he remembers the day Akaashi first saw you.
Akaashi was so mesmerised by you, couldnât stop talking about how beautiful you were and how he wanted you so badly. Akaashi mentioned you so many times that it had started to get on his nerves, sometimes he even moaned out your name when he was asleep. Bokuto finally snapped when Akaashi choked out your name as he came all over Bokutoâs hands pumping his shaft. And when Akaashi found out that you worked for Nekoma it was the perfect excuse he needed to bring you in and play with you, see what was so special about you. Akaashi insisted on getting you personally, not wanting anyone else to get their hands on you; he was possessive like thatâ Bokuto was brought out of his fazed stupor with your cute little mewls filling the room.
Akaashi had started marking up your neck, slurping bruises on your skin while his fingers played with your nipples.
âKitten, why don't you put on a little show for us? Play with that pretty little cunt of yours, show us how you like it and maybe Iâll think about letting you go?â Bokuto said as his fingers rub circles on your hips soothingly. The prospect of getting out of here had you ready to do anything and you eagerly nod your head at the offer, maybe once they freed your hands you could try to escape too. But Bokuto seemed to know what you're thinking, because he turned you around and shoved your head onto the table, your toes barely grazing the floor as you struggled under the weight of his body on yours. He removes the gun from his waistband and places it on your neck.
âDonât even think about doing anything funny, cause there wonât be a second chance~â He singed as his hips grinded into yours, his erection pressed against your ass and you gasped as you felt how big he was even through his pants. He lifted himself off you once you yelp out a âYesâ he slowly slid the gun down your back, smacking the barrel against your ass before going lower and rubbing the cool metal against your folds. You dug your nails into your palm to ground yourself as he continued to rub against your clit, teasing the little nub till the barrel was covered in your juices.
âGet on the table kitten, I want a perfect view of your pussy.â Bokuto stopped his ministrations as you struggle to get on the table, when you took too much time for his liking he shoved your other leg on top and smacked your ass, making you scream out, he rubbed his fingers over the red print that is visible as he growled out a âhurry upâ. Akaashi on the other hand started uncuffing your hands, sliding the shirt that was stuck above your wrist along with your cuffs.
You were already on the verge of cumming earlier, so doing that once again wouldnât take that long. You reached down your trembling fingers and started slowly circling your clit, you moaned as you started going faster, rubbing yourself just the way you had done dozens of times before.
âDonât be shy, Doll. Stuff a few fingers up that sweet holeâ Akaashi said as he unzips his pants, pumping his cock in his hand at the lewd sight of you playing with yourself. He had imagined you like this whenever he stroked his cock alone, but he didnât know it would be so fucking hot.
âYou heard him, use those fingers to stuff your hole, kitten.â Bokuto chimed in with Akaashi. You reached down further and slowly start to slide two fingers in and out of your pussy, moaning as you started feeling good, the base of your palm bumping against your clit. You started going faster, feeling yourself reach your high once again, your moans turned higher and higher in pitch. You were just about ot cum when Bokuto slaped your hand away from yourself, making you whine loudly when you were denied another high. It was starting to feel like torture, your thoughts were getting fuzzy and all you could think was how badly you wanted to cum.
âDoll if you wanna cum then you just gotta askâ Akaashi said softly as he rubs his fingers over your sensitive folds, making you buck into his hand. You almost didnât care about anything anymore, the only thing on your mind was the need to cum, but there was a little shard of dignity that was left in you and it made you bite your tongue. Your anger and frustration of not getting to cum makes you a little bold.
âF-fuck y-youâ you panted out with as much venom in your words as you could muster. Bokuto shook his head as a chuckle wrecked through his chest once again. You were certainly a fun thing to tease and play with, the way you refused to give up only served to pique his interest further. âOh I certainly plan to kitten, Iâm going fuck this pretty little cunt all night. Make you a pliant mess on my cockâ
You heard the clink of a buckle being opened, noticing the gun placed on the table not too far from your reach and with your hands free, you tried to push yourself off the surface only to be held down by your neck. âOh no you donât Doll, Iâve waited an eternity to feel those lips on meâ Akaashi remarked as he unbuttoned his pants with his free hand and slid down the zipper. âNow pull my cock out, pretty girl.â He slowly released the pressure on your neck, Bokuto smacked your ass when you didn't comply, his heavy hand stinging enough to have you immediately reach out, tugging on the waistband of the his pants.
Akaashi bit his lips as your fingers touched his cock, his  hard member twitching at the contact. Not being able to control himself any further, Akaashi swooped down and pulled you in for a kiss while simultaneously Bokuto aligned his tip with your entrance. Akaashi pulled back, standing straight so that his cock was mere inches from your face. He removed his shirt before he gathered your hair in his hand and pulled you towards his member. You shook your head no, using one to keep you up while the other pushed on his waist.
But your attempts were futile as Bokuto slammed himself into you with one swift movement, making you scream at the stretch and Akaashi used that as an opportunity to shove his cock into your mouth, groaning when you gagged and sputtered on his length, still attempting to cry out. The sounds from your warm mouth made him shudder in pleasure.
Bokuto starrted slamming into you immediately, fucking into you with feral intensity and using you as his personal pocket pussy, each thrust pushed your mouth further on Akaashiâs cock.
âNghh you're so fucking tight kitten, squeezing my dick so fucking goodâ Bokuto grunted out before placing both his hands on your hips, his fingers holding you tight enough to leave dark bruises and he used that at leverage to fuck into you faster, His fat cock stirring up your insides and hitting spots deep inside you that you didn't know you had, making you moan continuously on Akaashi's cock. Said man slowly started to buck his hips into your mouth, falling into a rhythm with Bokuto, once in a while pushing his cock deep enough that the tip hit the back of your throat.
The room echoed with muffled moans and low growls, squelching sounds filling the room. Both men fastened their pace, pulling and pushing back and forth, singing praises and defiling your body at the same time.
âOh fuck d-Doll haa.. your mouth feels so good, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!! And I want you to drink every drop of itâ Akaashi keened as he kept moving his hips, he wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing firmly till he felt the outline of his cock making you lightheaded. Akaashi watched as you rolled your watery eyes back in pleasure, choking and gagging on his cock, feeling his cock on your throat was the last strand and it pushed him off the edge and he gave a deep thrust cumming directly inside your throat, fingers still clutching your neck. He pulled out halfway, so that his cum spilled all over your tongue; shudders wrecked through his body as his thighs flexed till it burned, he pinched your nose as pulled out of you and clamped his other hand over your mouth so you had no other choice but to swallow, and once done he pulled you up as he climbed on the table as well.
You hung on Akaashi, hands hooked around his shoulders as Bokuto still kept pummelling into you, thighs slapping loudly against your ass. Akaashi kept kissing you, not leaving your body alone even for a second, biting and sucking on your lips or roaming along the length of your neck. His hands roamed all over your body before sliding between your folds, lithe fingers barely grazing your nub before forming a 'V' where Bokuto's cock enters you, spreading your folds. Your thighs trembled uncontrollably, body shivering, you would be laying flat against wood, had it not been for Akaashi holding you up, one hand wrapped around your waist.
Your mind was going crazy, you were so close to cumming but you just needed that little push, that little rub and nudge on your clit. The fact that Akaashi's fingers kept lightly brushing against it didn't help any further, you wanted to just cum, a dam waiting to be broken and you couldn't take it anymore.
âPlease, please mmnnn j-just let me cum!!" You cried out, transgressing in the moment of pleasure.
âAll you had to do was ask Dollâ Akaashi murmured against your skin as his fingers slid up to your clit, rubbing refined, delicate circles around your sensitive nub and that was the final push that made you cum all around Bokuto's cock, pussy fluttering around his shaft, squeezing him tightly as an orgasm wrecked through you, compelling your body into a convulsing mess as a prayer of moans leave your lips, your toes curling till your feet hurt.
Your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft triggered Bokutoâs orgasm as well, his hips slowing their pace as he pumped deep strokes into your hole. And with a loud shivering groan against your ear, your pussy was filled with hot spurts of cum as he leaned his weight slightly on your limp body, his skin hot and sweaty against your own.
He placed a soft kiss on your back before pulling out of you, walking away to get something. During the time heâs gone Akaashi gently stroked your hair, while holding you in his warm embrace until Bokuto returned with something in his hand. Bokuto reached out and clicked it into place with alige fingers before smiling devilishly. You looked down, weak hand unconsciously reaching up to touch the item and you gasped, realizing it's a collar, and yanked on it to try and remove it. Hastily you reached behind hoping to find a buckle to release it, but instead you found a lock and turned towards Bokuto.
âD-didnât you s-say you were going to let me go?â You asked, voice trembling with trepidation. While you were looking away Akaashi linked a leash to your collar, wrapped the excess length around his knuckles and handed it over to Bokuto. He yanked on your collar as he did so, forcefully bringing you closer as he offered Bokuto your leash with a heated kiss before Bokuto pulled away to look at you with a sickeningly sweet smile. Â
âOh I said Iâll think about it, and I think Iâm not done with you just yet kitten~â
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Rent An Oppa ~ HHJ [Request]
WORD COUNT: 4.5KÂ
 PAIRING: Hyunjin x Reader
GENRE: non idol AU, strangers to lovers, rent an oppa, fluffy, a little angst but nothing too major, pining for one another, first kiss,Â
A/N: I made this one a fluffy one without smut hunny, I hope that this is okay hunny
 Moving to South Korea was one of the best decisions you'd ever made. It had been your dream for years to move somewhere that wasnât where you were from. Youâd finally made it happen, you were here. Sitting in your new apartment staring out at all of the sights that you could see. The apartment youâd gotten was a loft apartment which was something youâd never thought of having before, but it was perfect. The ground floor was open plan, besides the bathroom of course and you had large floor to ceiling windows that looked out at the city of Seoul. Your bedroom was just up a flight of stairs and it looked out at the ground floor, it was unbelievably perfect for your first home in Seoul. There was only one thing wrong with everything and that was that you didnât know your way around. Sure there were maps and people you could ask for help but you wanted a tour guide.
Youâd seen an app being advertised on your plane ride over which you were tempted to use. âRent an Oppa.â It sounded like it was straight out of a K-Drama but it was real and monitored wonderfully. Everyone had a screening test, background test and everything is done before they were allowed to become an âOppaâ for the app.Â
âLetâs see what this is then,â You mumbled to yourself as you sat down on your sofa, pulling your knees up to your chest as you began to scroll through the app. Everyone had profiles set up with verification photos to prove that they were who they said they were, then there were some small descriptions about the boys or girls there.Â
Endlessly scrolling and swiping through profiles you couldnât find anyone you thought you would get along well with. You wanted someone that you had things in common with, if you were going to be paying them for their time you might as well do something you both enjoy doing it.
About to give up hope and go at it alone a profile popped up. A new profile that caught your eye. The photo was of a boy around 21-years-old standing on top of a rooftop, dressed in a smart shirt and tie aiming a camera at whoever was taking the photo of him. Photography-nut was written in his profile making you giggle a little as you flicked through his images. In each of them, it began to reveal his face and mid-length blonde hair. He looked as though he was really sweet and kind, the kind of boy you took to meet your parents.
âHyunjin,â You smiled as you said his name, swiping onto his profile to see what rates he was charging. It wasnât expensive and just in your budget range so you messaged him. There was no harm in seeing if he was free that day.Â
[12:03] Y/n:Â
 Hi there, Iâm not entirely sure how this thing works đ
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but could we arrange a meetup? Iâm new in Seoul and need a tour guide đ„°
Staring at the phone you debated with yourself if that was the right way to start a conversation with someone on the app. There was no tutorial on how to message them or if you had to wait for them to message you first.Â
[12:07] Hyunjin đÂ
Hey! I would love to arrange a meetup. I can meet you anywhere you feel comfortable! Welcome to Seoul! đđș
Smiling to yourself you gave him the address to the shop right beside your apartment building. It was the only play you really knew so far and you wanted to meet him somewhere you knew the exact location of. Rather than wandering around lost trying to find somewhere to meet him you didnât know yet.
Dressed in a long-sleeved Beige shirt-dress and some black leggings you waited outside the shop, acting as though you were busy on your phone so you didnât look as though you were staring out for Hyunjin. It was already going to be awkward enough without you looking around gormlessly for him.
âHey,â A voice called out making you jump a little as you looked up from your phone to see him. He was identical to his photos though his hair was a little longer now.Â
âHi, Iâm Y/n.â You shook his hand and he smiled nodding his head,Â
âIâm Hyunjin and I know this is probably going to be awkward for a while so I hope we can become friends throughout it,â He smiled as he let go of your hand. This time you looked at him you took in his whole appearance, he was wearing a black and white striped turtle neck and some black jeans.Â
âIâm new to the app so weâre both doing firsts here,â He smiled as he looked around you both, taking in everything around him as he tried to figure out what you could do for the day.Â
âItâs still quite early in the afternoon...I can show you around, show you all of the shops, shopping mall and just around Seoul itself if you like?â You were completely taken by his voice, appearance and how sweet he was being with you.Â
âI would love that, the only place I know is the shop and my apartment.â You laughed weakly as he nodded his head.Â
âWould you mind if I linked our arms?â You shook your head and you linked arms with one another as he began to lead you down the road.Â
âSo what brings you to Seoul?â He questioned as he tried to break the ice. It was nice that he was trying, you had rented him for the rest of the day and you were going to have to get to know each other.Â
âI fancied a change in pace. Iâve always loved South Korea and the culture,â You admitted as your eyes glanced around at all of the people you were pacing. Everyone in their own worlds as they went about their daily lives. Each person you saw looked as though they had been plucked out of a fashion magazine, their outfits were so effortless yet stood out in the large crowds.Â
âWhen did you get here?â He asked as he waited at the side of the road for lights to change and you could cross without being in any kind of danger.Â
âAbout two days ago...Iâve been locked up in my apartment eating Ramen. I was so worried Iâd get lost.â You groaned thinking back on it while Hyunjin laughed a little, shaking his head.Â
âIâll add a shopping trip on our list of things to do. I canât have you living off only ramen.â He chuckled and your whole heart seemed to swell up when you saw the smile on his face. It was honestly one of the prettiest smiles youâd seen and his dimples were so deep you wanted to reach up and poke them. But you didnât.
The rules of the app were very simple. No inappropriate touching, no exchange of social media or phone numbers. Once the dates were over that was it unless you rented another one but only through the app.Â
âI should take you to see Cheonggyecheon River, a small walk down and weâll be at the nicest cafes,â Hyunjin explained as he seemed to be enjoying this almost as much as you were,
âSo why did you join the app?â You questioned as you looked at him, it had been a question on your mind since seeing him on the app.Â
âI needed the extra cash for art supplies...Iâm studying at the moment so this seemed to be the perfect side job.â He explained as he began heading down some stairs towards a small river that ran through the city.
âCheonggyecheon River,â You whispered as you looked around, it had only been something youâd seen in photos but now it was real.
âSo you do art?â You questioned as you went back to looking up at Hyunjin while you walked.Â
âYeah. I try to, Iâm learning to draw, I thought it would be fun.â You smiled wanting to know more about it.Â
âDo you have any pictures?â He nodded as he sat down on an empty bench with you, pulling out his phone to show you photos of the drawings heâd been doing in his spare time.Â
âThese are amazing! You did these?â You were truly shocked to see someone who was just learning to draw create amazing pieces as he had done. Some were anime characters, others were drawings of himself and another was a drawing of a dog.
âThis is my favourite,â You told him as you looked at the Chihuhaha drawing heâd done,Â
âMy little Kkami, I missed him so I drew him from a photo.â You smiled at the drawing again,Â
âDo you not get to see him much?â He shook his head as he looked out at the water.Â
âI live in a dorm with seven guys who are studying, Kkami is at home with my family.â Your heart clenched at the thought of him not getting to see his dog much,Â
âIâm sorry.â He shook his head at you, you had nothing to be sorry for.Â
âDonât be, it makes the time I have with him all the more special. Shall we start to go?â You nodded getting up from the bench once more and heading in the direction he was leading you in.Â
The two of you had gotten to know each other more on your walk over to the supermarket, getting to know about him and all his roommates that seemed adventurous.Â
âFelix came here at 2 am once just to get baking ingredients.â He laughed as he pushed the trolley around the store, adding things he thought you would enjoy as well as ingredients to make Kimchi with.
âWhy was he baking at 2 in the morning?â You laughed adding some pasta products into the trolley, looking around at everything in shock. It was so much larger than any other supermarket you had been in and it was empty. Hardly anyone besides you and Hyunjin was around and there was soft music playing through some speakers.
âItâs Felix, who knows why he does what he does,â He laughed as he watched you. You were standing in front of ramen packets and he smirked a little,Â
âYou could get the cups. Theyâll be better for you and cheaper in price.â Thanking him you added a bunch into the trolley and smiled a little,Â
âNoodles are the only thing I can successfully cook.â You chuckled while Hyunjin shook his head at you,Â
âI need to give you cooking lessons but weâre almost out of the day...I can send you some cooking books if you like.â The thought of the day almost being over made you sad to think youâd never see him again.Â
âI could book you for another day? I would love to learn to cook from someone whoâs lived here their whole life,â Yes. That was the reason. Totally not because every time he smiled or laughed your heart fluttered. Hyunjinâs heart seemed to flutter at the thought of getting to meet you again, although he was getting paid to hang out with you it didnât feel forced. It felt natural to be around you as though he had known you for years and he couldnât wait to do it all over again.
âSure! We should get some ingredients to cook with tomorrow. Your Kimchi will stay good for three to six months if you keep it in the fridge and once you know-how. Youâre pretty much great for everything,â You smiled before nodding. Both of you grabbing more and more ingredients for recipes you could freeze and add to the freezer.
Laying in bed that night you couldnât help but smile to yourself at the day you had. Hyunjin bought you home in a cab, helping you in with the bags before he helped you put everything away. Youâd already paid him before he got home and booked another day together but none of it felt like a job or obligation to either of you. Hyunjin went home with a giant smile on his face having enjoyed the day much more than he had expected to.Â
âI told you that youâd have fun,â Chan said as he walked into the kitchen later that night to see Hyunjin couldnât stop smiling.Â
âI had a lot, sheâs amazing Hyung.â He explained as he began to pour himself some hot chocolate and get ready for a few hours of studying before bed.Â
âJust donât get attached. The rules were simple Hyunjin.â He nodded as he headed back to his dorm room to find Felix sitting there waiting for everything that had happened that day.
âFelix made cookies.â Was the first thing Hyunjin said to you as you opened the door to see him standing there. Today he was wearing a white t-shirt, a grey jacket and some shorts. It was the hottest day of the year.Â
âHis famous ones?!â You asked a little too excitedly as you saw the Tupperware box filled to the brim with cookies all of different shapes and sizes.
âHe was baking last night and he thought I could share them.â It was a lie. Hyunjin had practically begged Felix to bake you some the night before. Heâd told you so much about them and heâd seen the look on your face when he mentioned them. He wanted you to try them.
âTell him I said thanks,â You hummed as bit down into one of the cookies, instantly rolling your head back at the taste of them.Â
"He could run his own bakery, oh my goodness," Hyunjin smiled as he walked into the kitchen pulling out an apron he'd brought from the dorms and getting ready to help you cook.Â
"We'll start with the Kimchi, it'll be the best thing to start with and then whatever you're planning for your dinner." You nodded at him, finishing off the cookie before you washed up and pulled on an apron you'd gotten from the store yesterday.
While you were chopping and washing up the ingredients Hyunjin was telling you everything you needed to do.Â
"You know you should be a chef...Or give out cooking classes." You told him as you began adding all of the ingredients together.Â
"I would give you five stars," He laughed softly as he looked at you,Â
"Like a Michelin chef?" You nodded at him as you continued to add everything together. Hyunjin laughing a little as he began to stir some of the stew he'd been making, scooping some up for you.Â
"You've reached the peak of taste, you'll never go back to normal food I promise." He laughed as you hummed at the taste of the stew.Â
"You'll have to take some home with you, there's no way I'll eat all this to myself." You mentioned as you stared at the huge stew pot he was cooking with.Â
"I'm sure the guys would love it," Hyunjin said before adding a little more spice to the stew and leaving it.
The two of you camped out on your sofa for hours just spending time getting to know one another. He told you all about his life at the dorms while you told him about life back at home.Â
"Do you miss it?" He asked as he bit into one of the cookies and looked at you,
"Sometimes. I miss the people more than the place but it's home." You frowned thinking back on your time, it wasn't as though you were never going to go back again, but this was your life now.
"I suppose that's how it is with many people." He smiled weakly putting down his plate and looking at the time, he only had an hour left with you before he had to head home for the night.Â
"What are you doing tomorrow?" You shrugged your shoulders as you thought about it. Nothing was planned for at least a month, your job was waiting for some final paperwork to be done.
"Nothing that I know of,"
"Do you want to go to Seoul Tower, it's one of the best tourist spots. I think you'll enjoy it there," You smiled while nodding your head, wanting to spend all of the time in the world with Hyunjin. For as long as you could at least.
"Sure!" You smiled at him before going over to the stew to get everything put into smaller tubs for him to take home. The subject of payment was growing closer and neither of you wanted to feel awkward about talking about it again.
"Hyunjin. You're growing attached," Chan warned as soon as Hyunjin stepped through the door that night. All eight of the boys were on the app to earn some extra cash and for them, it had been routine days out. A cafe, a shopping spree here and there but that was it. None of them ever spent so much time getting to know their clients or even cook with them.Â
"I'm not. She's just being a nice friend Hyung," He complained as he placed the stew down onto the counter. Calling out to the boys that there was food if anybody was hungry for it.
"She's a client Hyunjin. Nothing more." He rolled his eyes as he listened to Chan bring up the subject of the rules again.Â
"No exchanging numbers, social media or inappropriate touching. I know Hyung, Gosh what do you think we're doing? Fucking in some park?" He grumbled taking a cookie and heading for his bedroom. He didn't want to hear the same speech over and over again reminding him that he couldn't have you the way that he wanted. There were feelings growing between you and he knew he was never going to be able to act on them and it killed him inside.
The days you spent together began to grow more and more and you forgot that this wasn't just friends hanging out together. That you were paying him for spending time with you. That was until the end of the night when you would wire transfer him the cash when he left leaving you both feeling awkward the next morning. Only for that to fade whenever you got on with the day that you had planned together. You'd seen almost every tourist attraction there. Hyunjin took you to Nami Island, ice cream dates, cafe dates, Seoul Tower and today you were going to Gyeongbokgung Palace.
"Everything okay? You seem quiet." He chuckled as you waited in line together to get tickets for the palace. Your eyes wandered up to him as you smiled weakly.Â
"Fine...I just can't wait to get in there." You lied not wanting to make anything between you more awkward than it had to be.Â
The palace was beautiful and filled with history Hyunjin couldn't wait to tell you about it. Explaining everything and tell you all of the facts he knew about the palace.Â
"Did you come here a lot?" You asked as you both sat down on some grass patches by one of the lakes. He'd brought along a picnic basket and a blanket for the two of you. The basket was filled with food heâd cooked and baked goods Felix had been forced to make once again,Â
âWhen I was a kid. I love history so I used to beg mum into taking me.â He laughed as he remembered all of the weekends he would spend there, learning about everything that he could.
âThatâs amazing,â You smiled as he held up a spoon to your lips, spoon-feeding you some yoghurt he had bought along with him. You hummed letting him feed you when you looked around at different people around you. Lots of couples were doing the same thing as you both. Sitting together on the grass as they fed one another.Â
âHey I was-â Hyunjin stopped speaking when you turned to look at him, neither of you realising how close you were to one another until your lips almost touched. Neither of you moved. You just stared at him, eyes flicking from his lips to his mouth your whole body aching to lean in and kiss him. But you didnât. You sat there looking at him as he looked at you.Â
No one would have to know, he could just lean down and kiss you right now and no one would know about it. It wasnât as though there were guards on the apps that tracked their every move. Placing down the spoon he looked at you, scooting closer to you as he watched to see if your facial expression changed at all. His right hand slowly rose to your face and he cupped your face in his hand, running his thumb along your bottom lip as you let out a small whimper.Â
âIf I do this, thereâs no going back.â You shrugged your shoulder. You didnât want to go back. You wanted his lips on yours, you didnât care about anything else.
Hyunjin pressed his lips against yours and instantly it was sweet yet filled with passion, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as you kissed him back. Lips moving in sync with one another as he pulled you closer to him. The world around you faded away as you made out on the small patch of grass together, forgetting that he was paid to be there and you were renting him for the day. None of that mattered when you felt the way you did. Your whole body prickling with tingles as he kissed you. Lips parting and tongues touching. Everything around you was gone. All you cared about was this moment.Â
After taking you home Hyunjin came in to have hot chocolate with you, well over his intended time limit and continued to kiss you. Cuddle you. Only making you yearn for him to stay longer but he had to go home. He had classes the next day.
âI donât know when Iâll see you again,â You admitted as you stood by the front door of your apartment. Neither of you moving as you stared up at him. It was your last week before work and you could no longer afford to pay him. Though the subjects of paying for dates had gotten too weird for you and Hyunjin to talk about.Â
âIâm sure weâll see each other around,â He sighed knowing he couldnât give you his number or any way of contacting him outside of the app. Heâd hoped heâd told you enough about his personal life for you to accidentally bump into one another somewhere.Â
âHyunjin I think-â He kissed you softly not wanting you to finish the sentence. He was getting feelings for you too but admitting them out loud would make him stay and he couldnât.Â
âI will see you around,â He whispered putting an emphasis on the âwillâ before he leant down to kiss you one last time. His hands on your waist as he smiled against your lips, pulling away and leaving you alone.Â
Weeks passed by and Hyunjin saw no sign of you in any of the spots he had told you about, he even made an effort to walk by your apartment building every night home from classes but there was no sign of you.
âYouâve been so weird lately. Why havenât you been going to see Y/n?â Felix grumbled as he rolled over in bed one night to see Hyunjin laying wide awake at almost 1 am. Just sitting there and staring at the top of the bunk bed he was under.Â
âI canât...I have feelings for her and I didnât want to keep taking her money.â Crawling down from the top bunk Felix came to see Hyunjin. He was fully dressed and staring at the ceiling still.Â
âItâs creepy. Stop staring like that. Just go and âaccidentallyâ bump into her...Whatâs the problem?â Hyunjin sat up and shook his head,Â
âYou donât think Iâve been trying that? Iâve been walking by her apartment building almost every night. Sitting in cafes...Maybe I was reading into it wrong.â Hyunjinâs phone flashed up and he darted toward it only to see it was an email from the Rent an Oppa app telling him that his account was deactivated.Â
âYou quit?â
âI didnât want to do it anymore.â He mumbled before getting up from the bed and grabbing a jacket,Â
âWhere are you going? Itâs almost 1:30?â Hyunjin said nothing as he left the bedroom.
The account was gone and all that was left was a stupid message telling you that Hyunjin has left the account. Staring down at your phone you hated yourself for not messaging him sooner to arrange something. You had to see him again. For the last two weeks, you had been going to what he said was his favourite cafe and waiting for him. Youâd do the paperwork for work there, read books. Youâd been in there so much the owner knew you by name.
âIâll make you some goodnight tea,â The elderly owner whispered as she walked over to your table. They were open 24 hours which was nice at times like this when you couldnât get to sleep.Â
âThank you,â You whispered as you went back to looking through the paperwork you had to finish. The job wasnât what you expected it to be so you were trying to file paperwork whilst look for something else to do there.Â
âNightcap for you too?â The elderly woman called out to someone who had just walked through the door. Frowning to yourself you glanced up to see a hoodied boy walk through the shop and stand at the counter.Â
âYouâre not alone tonight. Someone else who canât sleep,â The hoodied boy began to turn and as soon as you locked eyes your heart lept to your throat.Â
âHyunjin?â You whispered to yourself as he began heading over to your table, eyes wide as he saw you sitting there.Â
âFancy meeting you here,â He laughed as he sat down beside you, both of you just as happy to see each other.Â
âI-Iâve been coming here almost every day,â You admitted as he looked at you, hands finding yours and holding onto them as tightly as he could. He never would have thought you would come here, heâd only mentioned it once and how much it meant to him.Â
âI only told you about this place once,â
âI could see how much it meant to you...I thought I might catch you here and then we could...Go on a normal date.â He let out a breathy chuckle as he nodded his head.Â
âSounds good to me. Iâm paying.â He told you as he kissed your lips softly. All of a sudden all of those weeks away from one another melted into nothingness. It was just the two of you together once again giving you the freedom to date, exchange numbers and hang out without some pesky app or their rules in the way.Â
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Can you write Mickey proposing to Ian. Like they are already married but Mickey finds himself thinking about how he would have done it if he proposed so he just does it đ„°
Mickey's hands are sweating.
So is every other part of him, but he's used to that. The hands, though: that's a problem.
Sweaty hands make it awfully hard to hold the ring.
He feels like he's been planning this forever. The proposal. Trying to make it perfect, trying to make it special. Trying to keep it them without having to punch somebody out in the middle of a crowded bar.
That seemed like the kind of thing that only worked once, anyway, and Ian had beaten him to it almost five years ago.
He looks around the room as he fingers the ring in his pocket, skin-warmed metal slipping between his clammy fingers.Â
The restaurant is busy, and loud. The Gallaghers alone are stretched over multiple tables: Fiona and Carl with Debbie and Franny at one, Lip and Tami feeding Fred at the next. The Balls are in town, something about a kid's birthday party, and take up their own four-top. Even a couple of the better Milkoviches have shown--Sandy and her new girlfriend, studiously avoiding Debbie's eyes, and Iggy, fresh out of lock-up.
He has Mandy on speed dial in his pocket, for after. She still hasn't gotten over missing it all the first time.
Ian is sitting at their own table, sipping at his fancy draft beer and poking at the screen of his phone as he waits for Mickey to come back from the bathroom. Liam says something next to him, and Ian laughs, tilting the screen so his brother can see. Liam looks past the phone, catches Mickey's eye, and smiles.
Mickey swallows. It's time.
He grabs a glass from the tray of a passing waiter, not caring what's in it or where it's headed. In lieu of a piece of silverware, he pulls out his pocket knife to hit against it and make it ring.
The tables nearest him quiet, but the room is still to loud. So he taps the glass again, then sets it down, and bangs his fist on a stranger's table instead.
"Yo, listen up!" he yells, and the conversations around him peter out. "I got somethin to say."
Eyes are watching him from all over the room. Eyes he knows, and eyes he doesn't. But he doesn't give a shit about them.
He only cares about the bright green eyes of his husband, wide and curious, and fixed on his.
"I'm fuckin gay," he starts out, voice catching on the curse. "Just thought you all should know that, first."
A few mutters make their way through the room, but he ignores them. Ignores the loud, "Yeah, we know," from Carl, too.
"So it shouldn't be a surprise," Mickey continues, his voice strengthening with every word, "that I'm in love with a man."
"Hell yeah he is!" Kev whoops, and Vee slaps him on the back of the head.
"Sorry, man," Kev says, just as loud. "Keep goin, you got this."
Mickey breaks to roll his eyes, and when he's done, Ian is smiling.
"Like I was sayin," Mickey pushes on, "I'm in love. With a guy." He lets his lips twitch up in A grin.
"A guy whose idea of foreplay is poking me in the back with a tire iron, who thinks a first date is banging in the cooler of a convenience store on break."
An old lady gasps off to the side, but her white-haired friend hits her with a too-large purse.
"Quiet Beth," she hisses. "Like you never screwed Daniel in the bathrooms at the corner store."
Mickey chokes on a laugh, hiding it behind the hand not clutching the ring.
"Uh," he says. "Right, anyway...turns out that guy was actually pretty fucking romantic."
He smiles, soft.
"Think he knew I couldn't deal with that back then, though," he admitted. "So we did other stuff instead."
Ian's eyes already look wet. His hand has fallen to Liam's shoulder, holding tight enough to turn his already pale knuckles white. Liam takes it like a champ, barely wincing.
"He was the first guy I kissed," Mickey says, and watches Ian bite his lip. "The first guy I let spend the night. His hand was the first one I ever held, without somebody else puttin it there."
Ian's free hand curls on top of the table, empty, searching. He grips the tablecloth, little wrinkles spiralling out from between his fingers.
"We were together for so long that even apart, I felt him there. Put him right on my skin," Mickey adds, hand over heart," so I'd never be without him."
He moves forward, past tables of strangers. Past tables of friends, of family. Stops in front of Ian, eyes never parting.
"And now I never will be," he finishes, "because he's my husband."
Liam forces Ian's hand off his shoulder, and scoots away. Ian is left clutching desperately at air.
"That's still not enough, though," Mickey says, circling the table.
Everyone is quiet, now, enraptured; Ian most of all.
"It'll never be enough," Mickey states, and slides down to one knee.
Ian is gaping at him, now. But he doesn't hesitate when Mickey reaches for him, offering his hand immediately.
Mickey takes it.
"I'd marry you a thousand times if I could, Ian," Mickey whispers. His voice still carries through the eerily silent room.
"But right now, I'll settle for twice."
He pulls his other hand from his pocket. Shows Ian the ring, the dark braided metal he placed on Ian's finger at their wedding, freshly cleaned and engraved for their anniversary.
"Ian Gallagher-Milkovich," he says, smiling so wide his cheeks hurt when Ian's breath hitches at the name, "will you do me the dubious honor of not divorcing me?"
Ian chokes of a laugh. A few others giggle across the room.
"Is that really what you came up with?" Ian asks giddily. Mickey nods.
"I mean, I figured we'd do the whole vow renewal thing too, make it official..."
Ian is still laughing, even as he starts to cry.
"Fuck you," he gasps out.
Mickey raises his eyebrows, gives them a wiggle.
"Only if you say yes."
Then Ian is falling into him, over him, chanting "Yes, of course, yes, you asshole,"; and their family is crowding around them, cheering; and strangers are clapping, shouting congratulations, offering to buy them champagne; and Ian pulls him up, and kisses him, and all of it fades to a dull roar in the back of Mickey's head.
"You're such a jerk," Ian whispers as they part, face wet with happy tears. "You made me cry, you asshole, and Lip is never gonna let me forget it."
"Think Liam took pictures," Mickey offers back, and Ian leans in and bites his bottom lip in retaliation.
"Your own fault," Mickey murmurs after Ian soothes it with his tongue. "You proposed to me in public twice, it was your fuckin turn."
Ian just smiles. The noise around them is dissipating, people going back to their meals, but they'll stay in their little bubble for as long as they can.
"Really up for doin' it all again?" Mickey asks. "Wasn't exactly easy the first time, and I ain't gonna go any easier now we can afford shit."
Ian's smile turns soft.
"Yes," Ian whispers, and kisses him. "Always."
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Letting the last droplets of water fall on your exposed shoulders, you turned the water off, putting the showerhead to its previous place after showering the bubbles of your body. Drying your body with a soft towel you prepared beforehand, you slipped into your underwear, opening the bathroom door and going to the bedroom, being met with the sight of your husband Hongjoong, who was currently laying on your shared bed, watching some things on his phone with headphones plugged in.
His eyes peeked on your exposed figure and as they landed on your stomach, they immediately widened, you could see how he swiftly jumped from his place, falling on the ground from the unsuccessful jump. Collecting himself, he got on his knees in front of you. âWhat the fuck are you doing Joongie?â Hongjoong was switching between looking at your belly and looking up at your face.
âOh my, you grew a baby bump, oh my god, that's my baby inside you.â His hands cupped the bottom of your belly, poking it with amazement in his eyes, trying to find out if it's really a baby growing inside of you. âWaah, neither of these feel real, whether the fact that there's a tiny clump of cells growing inside of you, that will eventually turn into a human being or the fact that you're so fucking cute with this cute little bump. Literally, how did a deserve you?â letting out a small chuckle at his words full of amazement, you kneeled to be on his eye level, looking deep into his sparkling dark eyes and pecking the tip of his nose, putting your hands on top of his. âI have the same question, Kim Hongjoong.â
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Stirring the veggie mix in the wok, you rummaged through the cabinets, looking for soy sauce to add to the vegetables. Humming to a random song you heard on a radio a few days ago, swinging your hips to the rhythm. âWhat are you cooking, darling?â Almost jumping from your spot as your husband Seonghwa unexpectedly wrapped his arms around your waist, you tried to calm your breath still shocked from the unanticipated touch.
âHwa, baby, you should work on this awful habit of yours, I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Please let me know beforehand before you talk or hug me from behind. Stirred veggies with rice and tofu.â Nuzzling his face into your neck like a hurt puppy, he apologized for scaring you in a tiny barely hearable voice.
Embracing you in a tight hug that kept you close to him as you cooked. âHm, wait, what is it?â Turning your head around to look at his confused face. âWhat do you mean?â His hands started to caress your lower stomach, poking and pressing on it. âWhat are you doing Hwa? It tickles!â Not stopping his actions you slipped out of his embrace, turning your body around to face him.
âWait, let me touch it again, I swear it changed,... like the structure of your stomach, it's different.â Kneeling in front of you he lifted your t-shirt, looking at it and resuming his previous actions. Squirming from the tickling touch of his fingers, you let out soft squeals. âOh my god, Y/N, it really changed. Could it be the baby? Oh my, right, it must be the baby, your lower belly is rounding.â
âYou weirdo, examining the changes in the structure of my stomach.â
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As you finished cutting some fruit for the boys, you placed the bowls on the coffee table in their living room. Your husband Yunho sitting on the couch watching as you took care of his friends, his hand wrapping around you and pulling you back to his lap, your back falling onto his chest. âRest baby, you don't need to take care of them, they're adults, even though they sometimes don't act that way.â nodding and smiling at his playful advice. âBut I want to, you know I have to train these motherly skills for our baby.â whispering into his ear for only him to hear, you turned around to face the boys who were half-arguing about who's the best character in a show they're watching.
âEat up, I cut those fruits for you, you need vitamins.â before you even finished your sentence, Yeosang was already stuffing his mouth with watermelon, making you all burst out laughing. âNo worries Y/N, you should rest, also can I ask you something?â nodding to Hongjoong's hesitant words, he asked you the question he was referring to.
âI don't want to come off rude or anything, so please don't take it that way, but isn't your baby bump showing already?â the man underneath you quickly straightened up, bending down to look at your stomach because of his hyung's words. âOh my god, Y/N, why didn't you tell me your baby bump is showing.â turning around to face Yunho's surprised face. âI thought you noticed..?â
Wooyoung and San let out loud laughter at how flushed Yunho was. âYunho you should've seen how you looked right now, you really didn't notice Y/N's baby bump? I can't with you. Try to use your eyes sometimes. But to be honest, who would've thought that your sperm would grow to this size, impressive.â Those two couldn't stop laughing, Yunho only put on his expression of a hurt puppy as you pecked his nose with reassuring words. âDon't worry Yuyu, it might work out next time.â
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When Yeosang found out that you're pregnant, he couldn't hide the happiness. He was so excited but so scared at the same time. Buying a lot of educational books and attending workshops, to know how to become the best dad. At the same time, he wanted your pregnancy to be memorable so you two can have lovely reminiscences to remember in a few years. Apart from the basic medical record, you two built up a habit of taking pictures every week, to see how your body changed as the weeks of your pregnancy passed.
âOkay okay, go there Y/N, keep still as every week.â Snapping the picture of your figure standing in front of the white wall from side and front. You sat down on Yeosang's lap, arms wrapping around his neck as you looked at the screen of the camera in his hands, switching between today and last week's photos. âWah, Y/N look! Your baby bump got visible since the last week. Aww, our baby is growing well inside you.â smiling at his adorable attitude. âAww Yeosangie, are you crying?â Amazed at how quick you noticed it, he swiftly wiped the tears off his eyes. âNo I'm not crying, it was just dirt in my eye.â
âOne day, when our baby will be older, I will tell it a story about how its father teared up when it was growing in my womb.â Giving you a death glare, Yeosang turned off the camera with the photos he took. âTry to embarrass me in front of my child and I'm going to sublime into another galaxy.â Chuckling at his sarcastic remark you hugged his muscular frame. âPlease don't, I'd have no one to tease then, Sangie.â
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Looking at yourself in the body-length mirror, you examined your body, hugging your frame and trying to cover the parts you didn't like. Especially the gained pregnancy fat on the lower stomach. Turning around, trying to find the angle you looked the best in. Not aware of your husband San observing your movements, while leaning on the door frame. His voice scaring the heck out of you, as he spoke. âWhat are you doing, darling?â Turning around you looked at him, your hands wrapped around your body to cover as much as possible. âI- Don't you think I gained weight, Sannie? Especially some fat on my stomach and I'm not even that far in my pregnancy. What am I going to do? I feel so bad.â San put on his pout at your negative remarks, approaching you, he stood behind you, looking at you in the mirror.
âBaby, I can't explain how much it hurts me to hear you thinking this way of yourself. You're absolutely gorgeous Y/N, darling, it's not any belly fat, and even if it was, it doesn't matter, it's your cute little baby bump. That's our baby that's showing and you shouldn't talk so negative about it.â Kissing your temple and shoulders, he dropped on his knees, hands falling onto your bump, caressing it and letting his lips brush against your skin, giving it small pecks full of love. âPlease Y/N, I'll do anything I can if it helps you overcome your insecurities. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on. You're also the woman that carries my child, and you have my full respect for that. And this cute little baby bump makes you even prettier honey. Now, should I make you some snacks? You need to eat meals with a lot of nutrients so you and our baby can be healthy.â Smiling at his heart-warming words, you took his hand that tugged you out of the room, taken aback by how did you deserve a man like this.
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âMhm Y/N... I'm so exhaustedâ your husband Mingi whined, coming out of the shower after working out. âDo you wanna watch a movie? Come on, lay yourself on me and relax, Mingi. There won't be as many opportunities to do this from now on, so lay down.â Nodding the tall figure of your husband approached you, sitting down on the couch, you spread your legs to create a space for him to lay in, before turning on the TV with your favourite series playing. As Mingi was about to lay his head on your lower belly, he noticed the slight change in its size. Lifting your t-shirt he saw how your lower belly rounded.
âOh my god- Y/N! Why didn't you tell me your baby bump was showing omo! Y/N Y/N, that's my baby!â chuckling at his excitement over your belly rounding, you agreed to his words. âYes, Mingi, that's your baby. Now lay down please, so we can watch the series.â Brushing your fingers through his brown locks, you tried to softly push his head to lay in your lap. âI don't want to Y/N. You lay in my lap, I don't want to lay on your belly, what if I hurt the baby? Oh my, that would be horrible, I'm sure that since the baby is growing already, it would feel suffocated by my head laying on your baby bump.â Raising your eyebrows at his gibberish, trying to hold back the laughter at his cute dumbness. âMingi, please, respectfully shut the fuck up and lay on my lap, you don't want to anger a pregnant woman by not agreeing with her. You won't hurt the baby, so lay down.â Putting on his 'scared puppy' expression, he listened to you, laying carefully on your belly, your fingers playing with his soft hair, making ponytails and braiding them as you two watched the series.
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Clipping your fancy earrings and necklace set, you finished adorning your look with accessories. Looking at your figure in the tight-fitting velvet dress, that perfectly fitted the occasion of Wooyoung's business gala. Your eyes dropping at the baby bump that was getting more visible as the weeks of your pregnancy went on, especially in this dreses. But maybe it was just your detailed eye since no one appeared to notice, not even your husband.
Walking down the stairs to the living room where your husband Wooyoung was, already dressed in a well-fitting tuxedo. Playing some games on his phone while waiting for you to finish dressing and stuff. âWoo, I'm done.â He turned around to look at you, his eyes widening at the ethereal beauty. âWaau, baby, that dress is breath-taking, absolutely worth the money. You're gorgeous, you look like an absolute goddess. Can you turn around?â Turning around on your heels, showing off yourself in all angles for him to see, his cheerful clapping, like he was your number-one fan, let you gain confidence in yourself. âI don't remember marrying a model, but you for sure look like one.â coming closer to you his arms wrapped around your frame, one hand falling onto your lower stomach. Leaning closer to you, Wooyoung whispered into your ear: âEspecially with that baby bump, you look so cute, it adds to your beauty.â
âI didn't know you noticed...â Wooyoung pouted at your words because he didn't know that was what you thought of him. âOf course I noticed, what do you take me for?... I just didn't want to mention it, because I didn't know how you felt about that and didn't want to make you insecure by mentioning your baby bump growing, but I just couldn't help myself, it looks too cute on you.â
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Work tired the heck out of you and Jongho couldn't watch your soulless state full of stress anymore. So his surprising gift for you in a form of a wellness trip was very appreciated. Having a week to spend to focus on yourself, your husband and the little bundle of joy in your womb, was the best thing he could give you. So as you two packed your belongings, and Jongho drove you two to the wellness hotel you could finally breathe out.
âCome on Y/N, let's take our luggage to the hotel room and then dive straight into a hot tub, I feel like my muscles are as stiff as rock.â taking the luggage out of your hand, Jongho took them to your hotel room, your body fell on the soft mattress of your king-sized bed. âGet up, princess, we gotta go swimming and then we can go to a hot tub. Light exercise is important for a pregnant woman and her baby.â groaning, you took the swimsuit Jongho threw at you and went to the bathroom to change, putting some dress onto it so you're not bare when you walk through the hotel.
Taking a deep breath after the hour of swimming, you thought you'd collapse from how exhausting it was. âJongho I'm gonna kill you, you told me that we were gonna rest the whole week.â
âBut exercising is resting as well. Okay then, if you're so exhausted, you can be glad that you have such a caring and strong husband, who has no problem with carrying you to the hot tub.â Glaring at him, you could sense that he was just teasing you with his words. You yelped as he suddenly picked you up, carrying you bridal style, before getting into the hot tub with you still in his hands.
As he sat down with you still in his hands, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling yourself into his chest. Not aware of his eyes glaring and examining your stomach. âBaby.â raising your eyebrows at him, thinking he wanted to tell you something, since baby was one of the many nicknames he had for you. âBaby. There's a baby in you. I can see it, oh my- Can I touch it?â
i couldn't find Mingi's gif from this set, i'm gonna cry
#ateez#dad!ateez#ateez fluff#ateez reactions#ateez scenarios#ateez imagines#ateez headcanons#ateez x reader#ateez hongjoong#ateez seonghwa#ateez yunho#ateez yeosang#ateez san#ateez mingi#ateez wooyoung#ateez jongho
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Late Night ⥠woo wonjae x female reader
warnings -> swearing
synopsis -> y/n works hard in her studio day and night and begins to worry her boyfriend who works right next door.
fluff and some suggestive shit.
also thereâs a little bit of jay park x reader in here too
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4:25 am.
You let out a long sigh, slamming your computer shut after listening to your track. You had recently joined AOMG as their youngest member. You were a prodigy, having only been rapping for a year when Jay saw you performing at a small show just two years ago. No one in the company had a doubt in your skill, all of them praising you highly on the single you released after joining.
But you were a perfectionist. And you were determined to prove to everyone that your talent was undeniable. You were labeled as the hidden ace of AOMG by a magazine company after a special performance at one of Simon Dâs concerts.
Your lyrical abilities and flow were unmatched by most artists in the game. You had a unique musical and physical style which caused you to have a large fan base, doubling in size when AOMG confirmed your relationship with Woo Wonjae, another artist under the label.
You were featured on his album, his fans becoming yours after hearing your talent paired with his.
But that only made you put more pressure on yourself.
Youâve locked yourself in your studio for days on end. Wanting to get your first full length album utterly perfect for your fans, the company, and yourself. Youâve gone days without sleeping or eating, earning the worry of your label mates.
Just three hours ago Jay was in your space lecturing you. He made sure to take care of every artist under him, checking up on them despite his busy schedule. While having two companies and multiple rappers and vocalists under his labels, you were the one he was always most worried about.
âY/N man,â He spoke to you casually in english. âI love your drive and effort, but you need to go home sometime tonight.â
You frowned, pausing your song you had played. âBut Jay,â You rolled up your sleeves and exposed your tattooed arms. âIâm just trying-â
âI know what youâre trying to do.â Jay cut you off, his tone a little harsh. He hated talking to you like that, but itâs what you needed. âYour friends? They snitch on you. Especially your little boy next door,â He referred to Wonjae, who was probably working away in his studio as well.
Since your boyfriend was also an artist, he understood your mindset and left you alone due to your request. Of course you guys still talked and spent time together, yet it was minimal during this time.
âI should not have to hear that youâre in here day and night. I gave you the full fucking luxury studio as a gift, thinking youâd take care of yourself. But youre basically living here. The shower is for occasional late nights y/n,â Jay furrowed his eyebrows at you, standing up and sighing. âIâll force you to move to a smaller one, donât think I wont.â
Jay opened his arms for you to stand up and hug him, which you did. He held you tightly, resting his head on yours and sighing again. âYou stress me out. I better hear that youâve gone home by tomorrow afternoon.â He says sternly, pulling away and looking at you.
âAnd you better fucking eat babe,â He always spoke to you in a friendly manner but it was never flirty. He genuinely cared for you and the other artists. And it was normal for you both to use babe in a casual manner. Despite his lecturing and the wide age gap, you both were very good friends.
âI will,â You smiled at him, pulling your phone out to find something to order.
He exits your studio and you sigh, sitting down on the couch you added. Your studio felt more like home than your apartment. You decorated it as such, even adding a cat tower for when you have your feline roomie with you, which is usually always because you donât like leaving the ginger cat alone all the time.
After he left you went back to working diligently. You had finished three songs in the five months youâve been working on the album. You didnât have an actual deadline but you knew your fans were waiting. You had several features you wanted on this album as well. Hoody has been waiting for you to finish your part of this song so she can add her magical vocals to it. But you hadnât quite found what you were missing from it.
Your phone lit up, a message from Jay on it. âI have your location maâamâ The message read, earning a laugh from you.
âlolâ you respond, setting your phone back down. You look at your lock screen and smile. Itâs a picture of you and Woo that a fan took of you both performing on stage together. It was the first time you performed with him after it being confirmed you both were dating. In the picture youâre rapping to the crowd, squatted down a little and Wonjae is looking at you with the happiest look plastered on his face.
At the thought of your lover you decide itâs time to take a break. You get up and stretch, hearing your back pop, slipping back on your slides. You tend to stay in your socks while working, itâs more comfortable to you.
You walk out the studio and next door, smiling as you read your boyfriends name on the door. You walk in without knocking, knowing he never minds.
Heâs in the booth, rapping his verse to Kunst, who looks at you with tired eyes. You stand behind his chair, resting your hands on his shoulders and giving them a slight squeeze while listening to your boyfriend.
You could listen to him rap all day. His deep voice was so beautiful in your ears. âAre you about to leave?â Kunst asks you. âJay told us to make sure you leave.â
You shake your head. âNot yet.â You say, earning a sigh from the taller male.
Wonjae exits the booth, his eyes lighting up when he sees you. âAhh finally taking a break mm?â His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you close. You inhale his scent, closing your eyes in comfort. He doesnât let you go, and holds you while talking to his friend.
âImma head out, you did good.â Kunst gets his things together and pats you on the head before wishing you both farewell and leaving.
Wonjae kisses the top of your head and yawns. âLetâs eat baby,â He says softly. You nod and slide your hands under his shirt and run your fingers along his back, his favorite thing.
âI missed you,â You say into his chest, still with your eyes closed. He chuckles, his hand resting on the back of your neck while his fingers play with the few pieces of hair that fall from your bun.
âI missed you too, you been busy huh?â He pulls away slightly to look down at you. You meet his eyes and give him a tired smile which he returns.
âYea you could say that.â He laughs at your answer which is music to your ears.
Now having been in his arms you donât want to return to your studio for the day. You really did miss him but work is very important to you.
Wonjae sits down in the chair his friend was occupying previously and pulls you into his lap. Your legs hang over one arm while your back rests against the other. You lean into him, his arms sliding around you once more and pulling you closer. You tuck your head into his neck and relax to the sound of his deep breaths.
âItâs almost 6 am,â Wonjae hums, his fingers tracing the outlines of the tattoos on your exposed arm. âIâm tired.â He sighs. You know heâs hinting that you guys should leave, especially after Jay having said something.
âMe too,â You admit, placing a gentle kiss on his jaw and yawning. âLetâs go.â You add, reluctantly leaving his lap.
He stares at you a little shocked. âYouâre finally listening huh? Iâm impressed.â He stands up as well, laughing when you hit his arm.
âGo get your things jagi,â He waves you off.
After getting your things and your kitty, you lock up your studio and meet by his while he locks up as well. He smiles at you, sliding his bag on his shoulders and wrapping his arm around your shoulders while you both make your way to the parking garage.
âLetâs go get some early food and then go to my place yea?â Wonjae offers, guiding you to his car. âRon can come with us and play with my babies,â He refers to your cat that you named after the ginger wizard.
You nod, getting in the passenger seat in his car and setting Ron on your lap. You inhale the comforting smell of his car, not having been in his car nor outside for a week now.
Wonjae drives down the empty road to a restaurant near his apartment thatâs open early on weekdays. His hand rests just above your knee, his index finger reaching out to pet the cat on your lap. âNo work talk today.â He says, looking at you as he parks. âYouâre taking a break.â You smile, loving how he already knows how you are.
After you fill your stomachs, youâre on the way to his home. Even more tired now that youâve ate. Once parked, he grabs his bag as well as yours and leads you into the building and up to his apartment. Unlocking the door, he rests his hand on your back to usher you in where you set Ron down while slipping your feet out of your shoes.
Ron immediately mingles with Wonjaeâs three cats who make their way over to the two of you, the four of them following you to Wonjaeâs room.
âDo you want to shower with me?â Wonjae asks softly, cupping your cheek into his hand and rubbing the pad of his thumb along the bone. You lean into his touch, kissing his palm. âYes please.â
âOkay, Iâll go start it.â He rushes to the bathroom and you hear the water being started. You undress yourself, throwing the clothes in the basket he has in the corner of his room. Once youâre completely stripped you push open the bathroom door where you see Wonjae beginning to take off his clothes as well.
After sliding off his shirt he looks at you and smirks. âMmm,â He hums, pulling you closer to him by your hips. âI missed looking at this.â He leans down and places a kiss on your neck, licking a stripe to your ear and flicking your lobe with the tip of his tongue. It sends a shiver down your spine, your eyes closing in bliss.
He knows your body like the back of his hand, he cherishes every piece of you. He looks at you, smiling. âIâll fuck you later,â He kisses your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away.
He finishes undressing and you both get into the shower. He hugs you under the warm water much like he did while you were in his studio but this time itâs much more intimate due to the skin to skin contact. Your breasts press against him, head tucked into his neck. The warm water cascades down your body, causing you to grow tired.
After you both wash up, you find yourself clad in his hoodie and sweats that are just a little big. Wonjae waits for you on the bed, the four cats finding their way to join him. He lays on his back, scrolling through his phone.
You crawl into the bed, snuggling into his side with your head resting on his shoulder. He immediately puts his phone down and rolls over on his side to wrap his arms around you too pull you closer. You feel him breathing in your scent, his legs pushing to get in between yours.
âJay isnât letting you back into the studio until tomorrow and Iâm forcing you to lay with me all day .â Wonjae mumbles.
You laugh a little, feeling grateful to have such caring people in your life. âYour album can wait for a day. Iâve missed you.â He adds, pulling you even closer to him.
You both fall silent, your eyes closing. Youâve never felt more content and comfortable than how you do now. You feel one of the cats snuggle into your back and purr against you.
âWonjae,â You began, earning a hum from the half asleep man. âI love you,â
His hand slides under your shirt and gently scratches your back. âI love you.â He says, resting his hand on the small of your back.
You find yourself slowly falling asleep. You know youâre going to be asleep for the whole day and youâre honestly looking forward to it. Especially with Wonjae and the cats.
Heâs right, your album can wait.
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lol i had to write another for wonjae. itâs so hard for me to find fics for him so i jus been writing my own.
#woo wonjae fluff#woo wonjae#aomg woo#aomg reactions#aomg drabbles#aomg imagines#aomg scenarios#woo fluff#woo wonjae smut#woo wonjae scenarios#woo wonjae drabbles#woo wonjae imagines#woo wonjae x reader#woo wonjae tattoos#aomg x reader
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"Miss L/N? May I please have a word with you?"
While others would have already been sweating nervously at having their journalism professor single them out after they had just turned in an essay 2 days ago, the called out girl had a smug grin on her face that she did not care to hide as she practically strutted over to her teacher's desk. Looking over to make sure all the other students were gone and door was closed, she immediately pushed away some of the books on the edge of the desk before perching herself on it, one leg crossed over the over. Taking out the cherry tootsie pop from her mouth with a loud pop, she asked him:
"How can I be of service?" With a wink she put thr candy back in her mouth, making sure he could hear the sucking sound she made as she wrapped her lips around it.
He shook his head as he recognized the all too familiar tone in her voice that meant she was up to no good again.
"Don't start with me Y/N, you're already pushing your luck. First off......."
He tapped her exposed thigh with the tip of his pencil.
"You know I don't want you, or anyone sitting on my space. Second..."
One of his hands reached out and took away the lollipop from her mouth and dumped it in the trash bin under his desk.
"I've already told you no more eating in my classroom." He reminded her.
With a pout on her lips, she whined softly.
"But I was hungry! And besides.......I saw you staring at me in class as I sucked on it."
Clearing his throat, the black haired male adjusted his tie nervously, not thinking he got caught.
"You're very distracting at times." He excused himself.
Letting out a giggle, she scooted close to where she was sitting right in front of him, legs spread out enough that if he bent his neck, he'd be able to see right up her short plaid skirt and gaze at her bold choice of the pink lace panties he loved seeing on her during the nights she went over to his house. But he resisted the urge, instead keeping his face up and away from her lower bottom.
"Maybe you're just having trouble focusing cause you're too stressed......but I can help with that Yunho."
Feeling bolder than other days, she slipped off his desk and straddled one of his thick and massive thighs, her lips attaching themselves to his neck as one of her hands rested in between his legs, groping at his now hardening member that was bulging out of his khaki dress pants. Yunho bit back a moan, one of his hands instinctively reaching over to caress her thigh, drawing out circles before going further up her skirt, eyes scrunching together in confusion when he did not feel the material of the safety shorts she was supposed to wear. Feeling something soak his thigh as she slowly grinded down on it, his large hands gripped her thighs and got her off him, placing her back on his desk with a loud thud. She gasped softly when he lifted up her skirt and saw the familiar flower pattern covering her now soaking core, a visible wet patch in the middle of it. Yunho looked back at her with a disgruntled gaze.
"Surprise?" She batted her eyelashes at him rather innocently.
Letting out a huff, he pulled her skirt down before rummaging through his bag.
"Not only do you belatedly disobey dress code and wear a uniform skirt that's much too short, but you don't even wear your safety shorts?" He was beyond annoyed at this point, and Y/N knew it. Wanting to poke fun at him, she snorted.
"What? Afraid I'll bend over and someone else will see?"
Although she meant it as a joke, she immediately stopped laughing when he slapped her thigh.
"Yes."
She gulped as he stared her down. She could see the jealousy burning in his eyes, could also see the lust hidden behind him. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over that dammed furniture right then and spank her for even thinking about pulling off such a daring thing. But then he remembered where they were, the prestigious university he worked at and she studied in and calmed himself down, refusing to give in to her fantasy of having him fuck her in the very classroom where they met a year ago.
Taking a deep breath, he handed her a spare pair of shorts he kept with him.
"Go to the bathroom and put these on right now." He ordered her.
Looking at them, she chuckled.
"And just how did you know to keep a pair with you?" She inquired.
Smiling softly, he leaned down and brushed his nose against hers.
"I'm dating possibly the brattiest and most mischievous vixen in this school. I have to be prepared for anything."
With an innocent peck to her lips, he ushered her off his desk again.
"Now run along and do as I say. You're already on enough problems as it is, especially after you did utterly horrible on your last essay." He picked up a tiny stack of papers and waved it in front of her face.
Grimacing, she looked up at him.
"Does this mean I'm failing the semester?"
"I don't know...what do you think?" He questioned her.
Knowing she was screwed, she put on the cutest and most innocent puppy eyes she was capable of making and began playing with the tie across her teacher's neck.
"Please professor, don't you think you could be a little nice and give me a chance to make up for it?"
Leaning in, she whispered in his ear.
"Perhaps with one of those sloppy and messy blowjobs you love getting?"
Gulping slightly, Yunho gently pried her hands off him.
"Nice try Miss L/N, but if I'm going to be a fair teacher, I have to treat you the same as the others in these situations."
Her mouth dropped as he nonchalantly began packing his things to go have lunch in a teacher's lounge and hang out there until his next class.
"Seriously? Not even if I promise to do better or even bake you a cake?" She scoffed.
"Nope. And I'll remind you the last time you tried to bake me a cake, you nearly burned your eyebrows off." He let out a soft, deep laughter as he brushed past her to leave the room.
"But I'm your girlfriend!" She complained.
"And precisely because you're my girlfriend is why I want you to do better, even if it means failing you to get you to straighten up your act. Seriously princess, just because you're practically an heiress, doesn't mean I'll allow you to do as you please let alone give in to your every whim."
With a kiss to her forehead and a pat on her head he reminded her to behave and to follow his previous instructions of going to the bathroom before leaving her alone in the room.
Feeling fury rise up in her body, Y/N stormed out of the classroom and headed straight to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Hating the fact her stubborn and hard headed boyfriend practically called her a spoiled brat, she locked herself in one of the stalls and proceeded to dip her hand inside her folds, rubbing furiously at the clit, desperately trying to get some relief from all the pent up sexual tension she'd been accumulating. Inserting a finger inside herself, she tried to imagine that it was one of her boyfriend's long fingers penetrating her, even though it was no where near the real thing. Sometimes she'd get wet during class from him just tapping his fingers on the whiteboard, picturing all the times he'd buried them deep inside her and had her squirting all over his arm.
She imagined him laughing in her ear, calling her a dirty little girl and teasing her for making such a mess of herself as his thumb continued to abuse her sensitive little nub. She released long and deep moans, not giving any fucks about if someone came in and found out what she was doing.
Frustrated at not being able to get herself off like she wanted to, she simply tore the lace panties off herself and threw them in the trash can. Stepping out of the stall, she reached for her bag to get the shorts she'd been ordered to put on, but suddenly stopped. Still upset and not getting her way, Y/N zipped her bag back up and adjusted her skirt. With a little shrug, she calmly walked out the bathroom and headed to her next class. On her way over, she accidentally dropped her phone which sent her panicking for a moment.
"Please don't be broken." She was screwed if she broke the third phone her parents bought her in less than a month.
Bending over, she flipped it over and let out a sigh of relief as the screen was intake and still working. Standing upright, she stuffed it back in her bag and continued along as if nothing was the matter, as if she wasn't already late to class....
As if she totally didn't just get caught in her little scandalous lack of clothes.
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Yunho calmly picked up some of his lunch on his fork, ignoring the usual snickering and gossip of his seniors who were seated on the table next to his. He had to fight back the urge to roll his eyes or groan dramatically at their nonsense.
"It was so hot." Seonghwa, the social science teacher laughed.
Hongjoong, who was the visual and performing arts teacher, leaned in to whisper, not so discreetly since Yunho could still hear him perfectly.
"I know. I nearly dropped my books when I saw her ass on display. I wanted to go over there and smack it." He admitted unashamedly.
"Oh my God did you catch a glimpse of her pussy? I'm pretty sure it was soaking and fuck.....I just wanted to have a taste."
Yunho cringed when the older male swiped his obnoxiously long tongue across his lips.
"I bet she tastes so good and I bet her pussy is so fucking tight. I'd totally fuck her if I got the chance."
Seonghwa agreed with Hongjoong's words.
"She'd probably let you. I mean.....if she bold enough to come to this oh so holy school with those extremely short skirts and not wear underwear, I'm pretty sure she'd fuck around with a teacher or two." He added.
"Wasn't there a rumor circulating last year about her hitting on a teacher or something?" Hongjoong tried to remember.
Seonghwa shrugged.
"Wouldn't surprise me if it was true. And it wouldn't surprise me if any teacher accepted her advances. L/N Y/N is a seriously gorgeous girl, I don't think anyone could resist her."
Yunho dropped his fork when he heard her name, his blood boiling now as he replayed all their words now in a different light as he realized they were talking about his girlfriend. Grabbing his lunch, he quickly stood up and threw it in the trash, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore, but instead feeling angry and furious. Checking his time, he knew she was about to come out of her next class any minute now, so he waited for her outside his classroom, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.
When she finally turned the corner, his eyes narrowed in on her, more specifically on her skirt. Sauntering over to her, he caught her off guard when he gripped her wrist harshly and dragged her inside the classroom, leaving her confused and wondering what had gotten into him. Making sure to lock the door behind him, Yunho pinned Y/N to the wall and in a flash lifted her skirt up, his face reddening as he confirmed it indeed was her that Seonghwa and Hongjoong were gushing and lusting about.
"Did I not specifically instruct you to put on the safety shorts?"
She shivered at the harsh tone he was speaking to her with.
"I...well, yes but-"
She let out a squeal when his fist banged on the concrete next to her face.
"Then explain to me why not only did you disobeyed me, but you actually went off parading around the school with absolutely nothing to cover that drenched cunt of yours."
She was absolutely speechless at his demeanor, she had never seen him this angry before and she wasn't going to lie, it was quickly arousing her.
"Yunho...Yunho I'm-"
He cut her off by pressing his lips against hers, one hand gripping her jaw as his tongue poked out to invade her mouth, as his other hand hiked her skirt up, a finger sliding across her folds.
"Don't fucking tell me you're sorry. We both know whores like you aren't build to feel regret."
His mouth silenced the sounds that came out if her as a result of him slipping one of fingers inside her, the very thing she had been craving all day.
"Oh fuck..." She breathed out when he gave her no chance to adjust as he shoved a second finger inside, circling them around to stretch her walls out.
"Hmmm yeah. That's all you think about don't you? Your head is just filled with thoughts of getting fucked."
She couldn't resist it as she began rolling her hips, wanting him to fuck his fingers deeper inside her.
"Is that why you allowed Professor Seonghwa and Hongjoong to see you like that? Did you purposefully bend over to let them see your filthy hole? Hmm? I bet you did it on purpose."
She opened her eyes and gasped harshly when he then added a third finger, the wet noises her pussy was making now becoming louder.
"Wh-what?" She managed to get out a single word.
Yunho grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper in her, almost tempted to shove his entire fist inside.
"Don't play dumb. They saw you bending over and saw your lack of underwear. I had to hear their bullshit talk of wanting to eat your pussy and fucking it." He let out a low growl as he recalled their lewd words, sending him into an angry mode once again, prompting him to move his lips from her mouth to proceed with an attack to her neck, sucking on all her sensitive spots.
"Did you want that? Did you want fucking Park Seonghwa to eat out that pussy of yours? Or did you want Kim Hongjoong to hit it from the back as he slapped your ass red?"
Before Y/N knew it, she was releasing such erotic noises as she threw her head back, gasping out as an unexpected orgasm took over her. Yunho also couldn't believe how unbelievably fast she came, and he was beyond pissed as he realized that he helped her get off to the thought of someone who wasn't him. Pulling his fingers out of her, he squished her cheeks, the remnants of her cum now plastered on the sides of her face.
"Did you seriously just cum at the thought of those two assholes?!"
Without a warning, he lifted her up and roughly sat her on his desk.
"Do I need to remind you who you belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?!"
Spreading her legs as wide as they could go, Yunho dropped to his knees and buried his face in her heat, tongue poking out to suck off all the juices his hands had her spilling out from before. He had no shame as he spilled out almost animalistic sounds as began slurping hungrily at her heat, paying close attention to her clit.
"No one but me gets to eat your pussy out. No one can make you get you like this but me." Pulling away, he spit onto her clit before diving back in, moaning erratically to send vibrations into her mound.
Y/N's chest began rising up and as her breathing became more labored. Her hands tried reaching for his head to try and grind herself against his face, but he harshly slapped them away.
"Keep them up or I'll tie them up." He hissed at her.
Wanting to keep herself from being tempted to move them back to his head, she opted to place them on her chest, kneading at her breasts as Yunho continued to devour her, tongue flicking in and out of her core. She felt herself ready to burst at any moment, and Yunho knew it too. He waited til she was a mere slurp away from cumming before removing himself, earning a frustrated groan from her.
"Yunho!"
She sat up to complain, but his hand wrapped around her neck and pushed her back on the desk, causing a choked gasp to get caught in her throat.
"Shut up you slut. You'll get and take what I decide to give you and you're in no place to complain. I'm still upset at you failing and livid at you being a slutty exhibitionist."
Pulling her up by her hair, he got her off the desk and shoved her to her knees, placing himself in front of her. He had a sadistic look as he began undoing his belt.
"I believe you offered to suck me off a few hours before......well I'm taking you up on that offer. Suck me off and I'll let you cum. Show me what the mouth of yours can do."
She was nearly drooling when his red tip came out, brushing against her nose. It was painfully erect and leaking precum. Wrapping her hand around it, she made sure to spit on it and coat it generously so her hand could stroke him more easily. She looked up at him, sending him a mischievous smile as she began taking him in her mouth. Her eyes never left his face as she sunk his whole length into her mouth, gagging a little when she reached the base, Yunho inhaling deeply as she proved yet again that she was more than capable of stuffing him down her throat. She began bobbing her head, swallowing around the head while her hand worked on the rest of his dick.
Yunho let her do as she pleased, wanting to get her as relaxed as possible before he commenced his plan. Silently, he removed the belt completely off his pants, making move as if he was going to place it on the desk behind her. While she was distracted, he suddenly removed her from his length, a trail of saliva dripping down her chin.
"Ok.....since you obviously can't seem to do it, let me give you a few private lessons."
Y/N slightly panicked when he wrapped the belt around her neck, using it as makeshift leash and collar. He harshly pressed her back into him.
"Open that mouth of yours."
Following his orders, she opened up as wide as she could. Wasting no time, Yunho slammed his cock back inside her mouth, hips moving at a fast pace as he began to fuck her face, hand never letting go of the long strap. Y/N hollowed her cheeks out, gagging and releasing choking sounds every time he hit the back of her throat. Yunho snickered amusedly as he watched drool pour out of her mouth, prompting him to go even rougher on her.
"That's it, just like that-fuck!"
He shut his eyes tightly, eyebrows furrowed as he began chasing his own release. The girl underneath him moaned uncontrollably as he tightened the belt around her, feeling his spurts of cum flowing down her throat.
"Swallow it all you slut. I don't want you spitting any of it out."
Holding her head in place, he made sure he had emptied himself completely before pulling out of her, her lips red and swollen as she gasped for air. Inhaling deeply, she stuck her tongue out to show she had indeed swallowed all of his cum, prompting Yunho to caress her cheek affectionately.
"Good girl......."
Cocking his head to the side, he easily lifted her up into his arms.
"But you're not off the hook just yet."
Y/N stuck her hands out to keep her face from slamming too harshly into the desk, cheek pressed on the cold surface as she felt Yunho lift her skirt higher to expose her ass. She looked over and noticed him loosing up his tie, tearing it off him before grabbing both of her hands and placing them behind her back, wrapping the tie around them and rendering them unable to move. "Look at you, looking so small and pliant...... like you aren't some filthy little whore."
He began to slowly tease her, slapping his massive cock onto her cheeks and then sliding it across her slick folds. Y/N pushed her ass more out, wanting him to just shove it inside her.
"Oh, are you desperate to cum little one? You want my big fat cock inside you to fuck you dumb?" He cooed at her.
She immediately nodded.
"Yes! Please Yunho! Fuck me dumb!" She begged him, wiggling her ass for him to give in.
She began whining when he still made no move to give in.
"Yunho! Would you please-Ahh!"
With no warning, he tore right inside her, hips setting a rough and fast pace. Y/N tried to grip the desk but was reminded about the fact her hands were bound behind her back. Frantic and staggered moans came out of her mouth as Yunho kept hitting her g-spot, making her previous ruined orgasm suddenly spike up once again. He noticed it too, feeling how her walls began squeezing around him.
"Go ahead. Cum, I know you want to."
Needing no further instruction, she came all over his cock, a long drawn out mewl of his name all she could say as she panted heavily as she was coming down from her high. She had no time to relax though as Yunho simply sped up his thrusts, taking advantage of her sensitive state.
"Y-Yunho no! Please! T-too much!" She cried out, earning her a slap on her ass.
"Shut up! You wanted to come so badly? And I'm happy to deliver."
His grunts and her piercing screams could probably be heard all the way across the hallway, but neither of them cared, Y/N because she got him to finally break and him because he got to claim her as his own. Taking a hold of one of her thighs, he lifted her leg up to rest on the desk, hitting even deeper inside her. Letting out ragged and hoarse grunts, Yunho slightly pulled Y/N up using the belt around her neck.
"Tell me who's fucking you this hard? Who's making you feel this good? Hmm? Answer me!" He smacked her ass once again.
Y/N tried to answer, but all that came out was incoherent gibberish, unable to form any words. Yunho couldn't help but release an evil laugh at the state she was in.
"Awww. I really did fuck you dumb. You can't even remember any words. Let me help you refresh your memory."
She let out a shriek when his hand came down to slap her ass.
"A."
He smacked her once again.
"B."
A third slap resonated through the room.
"C."
She had tears falling at this point from her eyes due to the overstimulation and from the seering pain on her bum from how hard his hand was slamming down on it as he continued to say the alphabet out loud for her. She knew he was definitely going to leave more than a few hand prints on it. He was barely getting to the letter 'N' when she began spasming underneath him.
"Yunho! Stop! I'm-fuck!"
She couldn't control herself as she began squirting from how hard he was thrusting in her, a pool of her liquids forming on the floor. When Yunho saw, he let out a groan of accomplishment, feeling smug at getting her to burst out of control. He wasn't satisfied though, he was nowhere near done with her. Not changing his pace at all, he continued his relentless attack on her throbbing and swollen pussy, one hand holding her down in place while the other went to stuff his fingers inside her mouth.
"I know how much you love my fingers. Such a slut for them. You get horny just by watching them during class."
He felt her muffled moans on his fingertips, followed by a choked out grunt when he pushed the deeper in her mouth.
"Tell me? Do you even remotely think Seonghwa or Hongjoong can compete with me? Can they?!"
Whimpering pathetically, she shook her head as she felt another spurts of liquid drip down her thighs. She was beyond worn out at this point, but wanting to push her past her limit, Yunho began untying her hands.
"Look at you making such a mess on the floor. Tell me if anyone can make you drip as much as I do? Can anyone make you cum for yet a fifth time?"
He took out his fingers from her mouth to let her try and talk.
"Please! Yunho! I c-cant! Can't!" She wailed.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he flipped her onto her back, holding her legs up onto his wide shoulders and quickly slipping inside her once again.
"Yes you can and you will. I know a little cumslut like you can give me one more, just as messy as the last two."
At this point, her nails were raking along the wood underneath her, her vision blurry from all the overwhelming pleasure she was enduring, her thighs aching from how hard his fingers were gripping on them, prints no doubt were going to be left on them, evidence of all that happened in those 4 walls. She was no longer aware of anything around her, the only thing she could hear was the sound of their sweaty skin slapping against each other and the squealching sounds coming from where they were connected. She muttered something incoherent which she could not even understand herself, but Yunho knew what she was trying to say.
"Come on. Give it to me. Make a mess all over me and then I'll fill up your dirty little hole with my cum."
His thrusts were erratic and sloppy at this point, hand coming down to slap her throbbing and reddened clit, causing her to jolt and squirt all over him once again, her body thrashing and quivering as she tried to move away from him but he just held her in place. With a few more thrusts, he shakily came undone, his hot and thick cum coating inside her walls.
"Fuck! Shit!"
His body collapsed on top of hers, breath hitching as he wheezed slightly. After a few minutes, he got up, bangs sticking to his forehead, sweat trickling down his cheeks and nape of his neck. She was in no better state than him, hair all disheveled and too dazed out to even think. Pulling out of her, a light trickle of liquids came out, falling onto the puddle that was already there.
"Oh my god." Yunho was astonished by the mess they created, unable to stop the shy giggle from escaping his mouth.
Pulling his pants back up, not caring about the wet stains all over it, he turned his attention back to his girlfriend. Bending down, he cupped her cheeks and began peppering kisses all over her face, fingers moving the hair away from her forehead.
"You ok my little princess?" He checked on her.
"Tired......can't...move." Through labored breathing she managed to answer him.
"Don't worry my tiny doll. I'll take you back to my place and take proper care of you."
Grabbing her limp arms, he wrapped them around his neck before lifting her up as if she was nothing more than a piece of paper. Y/N mumbled something with a whiny tone as she buried her face in his neck. Yunho chuckled as he processed her words.
"Well......ok. Just because I kinda feel bad at the state you're in, I'll give you another chance to redo your essay. But I want it turned in before the week is over ok?"
She nodded softly, arms clinging tighter around his neck as they walked through the empty hallways.
"And you say you're not the type to have a teacher's pet." She poked his chest slightly.
"Ya, behave or I'll punish you little pet." He gave her a halfhearted warning, that he knew he'd never follow through on after her heard her fussy little whine.
As they were nearing the exit, they were caught by none of than Seonghwa and Hongjoong, who were talking amongst themselves and stared in shock when they saw them together. Yunho protectively moved one of his hands underneath her thighs to press her flowing skirt to her body, not willing to allow them another glimpse at what was rightfully his. With a completely calm demeanor, he smiled at them.
"Hey guys. Don't mind us, we're just going home so if you'll excuse us."
Walking past them, he tried so hard not to laugh at their shocked and bewildered expressions.
"Oh! By the way, if you see the custodian, tell them I'm sorry about the mess."
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could you please make me a tony xplus size reader story and getting proposed to but telling him no because she's insecure about her body and him seeing it? it would mean alot im in a dark spot right now.
Of course! Here you go, I hope you enjoy and feel better soon!
Notes/Warnings: insecurity, self doubt, mentions of being a playboy, implications of body negativity, fluff, angst, Plus Sized!Reader
Word Count: 2,351
Nothing More Perfect (Tony Stark x Reader)
Of all the things you had heard about Tony Stark you had never imagined him to be quite the way that he was. He had always presented himself as the playboy billionaire, hosting large parties and being seen with many women. It was always all over the front page of every gossip magazine who Tonyâs woman of the week was, it almost had become a game at one point of which celebrity or model would be the next one to fall to his charms. But everything changed a short time ago after the attack on New York.
Everyone had seen how Tony flew directly into the portal that led to⊠well, perhaps only the man himself knew the answer to that. Ever since then he had become⊠different. Parties hosted in his honour were still as rowdy as ever, but the inventor himself was barely there for a few minutes, enough time to enjoy a couple of the drinks being served, before he disappeared for the evening. Gossip columnists no doubt mourned for the stories that they used to have from him, for no longer did he have his classic âwoman of the weekâ but he was barely seen to be forming connections with anyone. That is, until someone sent in a picture of Tony with a woman.
That woman was you. It had been around two years ago now when the press found out about you, and all it had taken was someoneâs untimely photo of him kissing you goodnight in the hallway of your apartment complex. Before that you had always been very careful not to tell anyone but your close friends about your relationship but, Tony being Tony, insisted that he had to kiss you one last time before your night together ended. And who were you to try to resist that?
The gossip columnists, no doubt bitter from the stories that they had been starved from for so long, had a field day writing about you and Tony, you found paparazzi at your work and it was hard to escape the articles. You remember Tony clearly telling you âeverything theyâre saying is just for the storyâ as he urged you to never pick up a magazine or read a single article, even going as far as to suggest blocking results from anything that would come up on your computer or phone.
And for a while you were successful in ignoring anything that the press said about you. You listened to Tonyâs suggestion and turned a blind eye to any article about your boyfriend just in case it mentioned you in any way. You were struggling enough with self image without the words of journalists all fighting to get the most clicks on a story, Tony was helping you through everything and you didnât want to jeopardize that in any way.
Things went well after that, you ignored anything that you saw about you and Tonyâs relationship. And since the press already knew about you, you were free to have a normal relationship. Well, as normal as it could be when youâre dating a famous billionaire and superhero. Anytime you did something in public there was the risk of the press writing about it, but Tonyâs nonchalance about the entire affair rubbed off on you and you allowed yourself to turn a blind eye.
Well, most of the time.
Sometimes, when Tony was away and you were left to your own devices for a while, it was hard not to go on social media and glance at the headlines that were advertised all over your feed, some of the articles seemed kinder than others, and some just seemed to be going for that dramatic effect. Those were the hardest ones to see, those were the ones that unraveled all of the work you had put into loving yourself. And you tried not to read them, you really did, but sometimes you werenât all that successful.
Tonight was one of those nights, Tony had some Avengers meeting and would be away for a few days. He had invited you to come with him but you had declined, you always felt out of place in those meetings, surrounded by heroes more perfect than you could ever be. Captain America was genetically modified for perfection, Black Widow was trained from infancy to reach that level of perfection, and Tony had built himself into a perfect hero with his iron man suit. It was hard not to feel self conscious around all of that.
Though perhaps you should have gone with him, as you sat in the bedroom you and Tony shared at his Malibu estate. The window was open, allowing the warm night breeze to flow through. It was a beautiful evening, you should have been outside enjoying yourself, perhaps sitting on the beach and watching the stars, but instead you were sitting on the bed looking at your laptop, staring at one of the not-so-nice articles that had popped up on your screen. You hadnât even clicked into it, but the title and thumbnail was enough to fill you with a wave of insecurity.
You had to force yourself to tear your eyes away from it and put the device on the edge of the bed. You swung your legs off of the side and stood, stretching out your arms and allowing a deep sigh to escape from your lungs. You should have taken his advice to block out those articles from appearing, but it was too late for that now. You rubbed a hand along your face, feeling more emotionally tired than anything else, and decided you needed some water and a bit of a walk around the house to clear your mind.
So thatâs exactly what you did, after shaking out your legs which had started to fall asleep from how you had positioned yourself on the bed, you headed downstairs to get some lemon water from the kitchen. However you were confused when you heard the soft sound of music coming from the living room. Wondering if you had forgotten to turn something off, you changed your path and headed there instead.
And there was Tony, a piece of paper in his left hand and a small box in the other. He seemed to be reading over a speech of some kind which was unusual to you as you had never known him to actually prepare a speech in advance, usually able to come up with something magnificent on the spot, even with cameras and microphones pointed at him. His eyeline raised and caught on you as you stood at the edge of the room and he quickly shoved the paper into his pocket and got on one knee, opening the box.
âY/N,â he paused to remember the words he had just been rereading for what felt like the hundredth time, and yet seeing you illuminated by the dim lighting of the moon and the stars that filtered in through the large windows, he forgot it all. âI had a whole speech prepared for this, of how I love you so much and all of that sappy stuff. But, it all boils down to the question of⊠will you marry me?â
You were stunned into silence as you watched him, the seconds seemed to tick by as he waited for your response, a grin still placed upon his face. But you werenât in the best mindset right now, the image of that headline and thumbnail plastered in your mind. What were you supposed to say? You knew what he wanted you to say, he wouldnât have asked the question if he wanted you to decline, but how could you say yes? How could you ever be good enough for the Tony Stark?
Your silence and stillness was broken as you took a step back, shaking your head. You couldnât bring yourself to say the word ânoâ but by the way the inventorâs face fell you knew he got the message. âIâm sorry, TonyâŠâ
You turned on your heels and rushed back up the stairs, unable to look at him any longer. Unable to offer him an explanation as you werenât sure you could even get the words out. Tears rolled down your face as your mind was flooded with thoughts you hadnât dared to allow for a long time. But your insecurity was like a bucket of water, catching drips of self doubt. That bucket had slowly been filling up over the past two years but the last drop that had been placed by that stupid article was what caused it to overflow, your tears were only proof of that.
Tony had to admit that wasnât the reaction he had been expecting from you, not in the slightest. He had been expecting tears, of course, but one of joy as you proclaimed that you loved him too and would be delighted to marry him. He shoved the box into his pocket and followed after you, he would accept your denial of his proposal but he couldnât leave you to be upset on your own, what kind of man would that make him?
He followed you up to the bedroom that you both shared but you had locked yourself in the ensuite bathroom before he could stop you. âY/N, hey, come on, love, talk to me,â he begged, knocking on the door. But he received no response from you. He sighed and ran a hand over his face, trying to think of if he had done something wrong. Then he saw it, the laptop still placed on the bottom of the bed, screen glowing in the darkness of the room. He paused, looking at the door and considering what he should do. But he figured that you wouldnât be opening it any time soon and so he stepped away to see what you were looking at. Immediately he knew why you were so upset, seeing the headline and the image plastered across the width of your screen, a pop-up ad for one of those gossip companies that existed only in the depths of the internet. He knew about your struggles with confidence and self worth, and he was able to use his genius mind to put two and two together.
He closed the tab on the screen and then closed the laptop, not wanting you to see that again. He walked over to the bathroom door and knocked softly. âY/N, my love, I know what the world says about you sometimes, how cruel they can be,â he began, resting his hand against the door, his face inches away from it and his eyes closed. âBut as I close my eyes and I think of perfection, all I see is you, every part of you, no exceptions. My entire career Iâve tried to make something perfect but never would I be able to make anything that could compare to the perfection of you. We donât have to get married, but please, please, come out here so I can hold you. I love you, Y/N, all of you. I wouldnât change a thing.â
There was a pause, that agonizing silence as Tony tried to figure out if you believed him or if you could even hear him, there was a chance you were tuning him out and he truly was just talking to a door. But then he heard the click of the lock and stepped back as the door opened to reveal his beauty.
âHow can you say that, Tony?â You asked, your voice shaking as you wiped tears from your face, your eyes were red from crying and you sniffled.
Tony lay his hand on your cheek, wiping away a stray tear with his thumb and smiling softly at you, it was the kind of smile that seemed to be reserved for you and only you. It wasnât some cocky grin or a smartass smirk, it was just⊠Tony. âBecause I mean it, my love. Because, whatever I do, I will never find or make anything as perfect as you.â
You shook your head and closed your eyes, finding yourself unable to look at him, unable to face him. A shaking sigh fell past your lips as you exhaled and tried to think of how to articulate your thoughts to him. âThe rest of the world doesnât seem to agree with you, Stark,â you pointed out in a quiet tone.
Tony chuckled and stepped towards you, pressing a tender kiss onto your forehead. âMaybe not, but I do pride myself on being the smartest man in the world. They donât call me a genius for nothing, you know.â
And there he was, the Tony that you knew so well. The confidence that he had in himself, that he had in you. And a smile slowly came onto your lips and you nodded a bit at his words. âThen⊠yes.â You told him, opening your eyes to look up at him.
For a moment he looked confused, an eyebrow raised. âYes?â He repeated, asking for clarification on what exactly you were agreeing to.
âIâll marry you, Tony Stark,â you said, leaning into the warmth of his hand and reaching out with your own to hold his free one, giving it a gentle squeeze.
And his smile grew, one that was bright and warm and reserved only for the two of you at that moment. âSee what I mean? Perfect. I love you, Y/N Stark.â He said, tilting up your face and pressing a soft, chaste kiss onto your lips.
âI love you too, Tony Y/L/N.â You countered as you looked up at him, your red eyes now filled with love and happiness instead of doubt and despair.
Tony chuckled at your response. âTouchĂ©.â
You simply nodded and pulled him closer. âNow, kiss me properly this time?â You asked sweetly, pulling him close to you.
A grin passed his face and he nodded, leaning towards you. Before your lips met in a kiss he spoke, keeping his tone soft and his warm breath fanned across your face, âAs you wish, my perfect fiancĂ©e.â
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Fic inspired by this scene (S17xE15) and @specialagentastra â€ïž(gif and pic are mine)
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Leroy Jethro Gibbs isn't sure what got into him. How did Phil Brooks manage to get him to do it? He hates everything about online dating, about smartphones, about technology. Why did he press the button? Sure, he still can change his mind, erase his profile (if he ever find how) and forget all about it.
But the truth is...he's lonely. For many years, he lied about it to everyone, saying that he wasn't if someone asked. But he is. Very much so.
Plus, online dating doesn't involve into anything, right? He's just going to see women's profiles and that's it. "Swipe left if you don't like her. Swipe right if you do." Phil told him. God, how he hates smartphones.
But Gibbs is smart. He hates those things and never got interested in them, but as Phil and Tobias show him how to use his new phone, he starts to get it. He just doesn't know more than what they show him.
Changing his picture profile was one of those things. "If you don't like the one I choose for you, here's how you can change it."
It's not that Gibbs doesn't like the picture, but he thinks that the less we see of him, the better. So, instead of the one Phil took, he puts one that was taking by Tobias while they were fishing. He can be seen from afar, holding the fish he just caught. That seems right to him.
Gibbs doesn't spend much time on the app. Sometimes at night, he hears the phone buzzing and he checks. Women swiped him to the right. He swiped to the left.
Maybe he's being picky. Or maybe he just doesn't how he supposed to value someone through a picture or two and not many more information about them. It feels so impersonal to Gibbs. He hates it.
"Have you match with someone?" Phil asks one night.
"No."
"Gibbs, come on!" His friend spots the phone on the coffee table and grabs it. "Let me do it for you." And he does.
For what feels like an eternity for Gibbs, Phil swipes either left or right, while the Agent is annoyingly looking at the western movie on his old tv.
"Crap, look at her!" Phil holds the phone right under Gibbs's nose. He doesn't have his glasses on, so the screen appears blurry to him. With a smile, Phil offers him the glasses with his free hand.
Still very annoyed, Gibbs grabs them. "Too young." He says when he sees the age.
"But pretty as hell!"
"Too. Young."
"Too. Late." he uses the same tone as Gibbs's. "I swiped right!"
"I hate you."
"You'll thank me when you'll have a date with--" Phil checks the name. "Y/N."
* * * * *
Online dating has never been good to you. You've been on it for about year, after a bad breakup, and until now, you've only matched with weirdos. None of those match led to an actual meeting and you were getting tired of it.
You barely pay attention when a new notification from the app comes through. You focus on your book, forgetting about it until your curiosity gets the best of you.
"Leroy Jethro Gibbs," you read out loud. "Dude, you seem good looking but a fish holding picture? Seriously?" yes, you're talking to your phone.
There's nothing much to this Leroy's profile. And the picture definitely doesn't get your interest, it's quite the opposite actually. You put your phone aside without locking it and return to your book.
A few minutes later, another notification comes through.
Leroy: Hey :)
How? How did he manage to send you a text? You didn't swipe. Or at least, you thought you didn't, but after checking, you realized that you did swipe... to the right. Damn.
You're too nice, you don't want to leave him on read - you know how terrible that is - so it's better you answer and eventually tells him the truth, or something close to it.
You: Hello.
Leroy: How are you?
You: I'm fine, thank you. You?
Leroy: Better now that you swiped right.
You: Smooth.
Leroy: I'm not really used to this. Are you?
You: More or less.
Leroy: I'd prefer to meet someone face to face.
You: Why are you on a dating app, then?
Leroy: Didn't you read my bio?
You: I did. But that friend didn't put a knife on your throat, did they?
Leroy: Nope. But if he did, I know how to fight anyway.
You: Right, former Marine?
Leroy: Gunnery Sergeant.
You could have stopped the conversation as soon as it's started, but somehow, you went on and on, all night long.
* * * * *
"What the hell are you still doing on that phone?" Gibbs asks his friend.
"Still talking with Y/N. I think she likes you."
Gibbs disappeared in his basement hours ago, leaving Phil is the living room. He knew that Phil sent you a text as soon as you matched with him, but he didn't except for it to keep going for that long.
"That's not me talking to her. It's you."
"I know you well enough to know what you'd say."
"You don't know me well enough to not do things like that to me."
"Stop complaining and get ready for a date this weekend."
* * * * *
Gibbs is still not sure how he got into this. But somehow, he finds himself at the diner on a Saturday night, waiting for a young and beautiful woman to meet him.
Is he nervous? No.
Maybe a little.
Okay, he is.
He read all the texts you exchanged with Phil - thinking that it was actually him - to make sure he wouldn't miss something. But it doesn't feel right anyway. It feels like he's lying to you before he even met you. That's not how a relationship can start and work.
Although, the chance of this turning into a relationship are close to none. "You know, you could just take her home, spend the night with her and the next morning--bye-bye." Divorce really changed Phil.
Gibbs is facing the entry, and checks everyone whoâs coming in. Heâs on his second coffee when he finally sees you.
Phil was right, youâre pretty as hell. But still very young, Gibbs doesnât understand how you can even get interested in an old man like him.
But he doesnât have to overthink it as you softly introduce yourself to him. He stands up and shakes your hand. You sit across the table and for a moment, none of you talk. You both feel awkward. âI donât really know how toââ he starts saying.
âMe neither.â You chuckle. âYouâre actually the first match Iâm meeting.â
âReally?â He looks at you, extremely surprised.
âWell, yeah. You know those weirdos I talked withâŠâ
Gibbs vaguely remembers that part of the texts. But to avoid saying the wrong thing, he asks you what you want to drink. âCoffeeâs fine.â
He calls for the waitress and orders your coffee. âPeople usually doesnât understand how I can drink coffee at night.â
âSame. But with or without it, I donât sleep much anyway.â
Thatâs how it started. Once you were talking, everything went smoothly between you two. Youâre very interested by him, just like heâs by you. âYouâre very nice, Leroy. Thereâs something I need to tell you.â
âIâm listening?â
âI didnât mean to swipe right. It was mistakeâbut Iâm really happy I did. Youâre not a creep,â you warmly smile at Gibbs, he feels his heart melting inside his chest.
âI appreciate your honesty. I guess I should do the same.â You raise an eyebrow at him. âI wasnât the person you talked with. My friend did it for me.â
Well, what you did was a honest mistake. What he did was... weird. You looked at him, confused and a bit disappointed. "I just ruined it, didn't I?" he asks for the look on your face.
"I talked with a man and met another one... that's--strange, Leroy."
"Look, this whole online dating-- that's really not my thing. And Phil, my friend, just wanted to help." he explains. "What do you say we start all over?"
Despite the other people talking around you and Gibbs, there's a long silence between you two. Gibbs just stares at you, unsure of what you're going to do.
You're thinking for a moment, before finishing your coffee. You stand up and to the man's surprise, you smile at him. "I'm gonna sit at the counter. Come talk to me like none of this happened."
He deserves the benefit of the doubt.
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Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Summary: Y/N is a high school teacher and Hotchâs niece. She meets the BAU one morning and feels a connection with one of the agents. A few weeks later she is involved in a kidnapping and has to get her students to safety.Â
Genre:Â Action with some fluff
Quinn Speaks:Â Okay so I kinda got off track here and itâs more of a bad ass reader fic but I wrote the bulk of this at like 2 am. I hope you all enjoy and let me know if you want a part 2!!
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   Your day started at 3 am. Thatâs right, 3 am. The buzzing noise of your phone woke you out of your slumber as you picked up the device and brought it up to your face, the blinding white light made your eyes adjust immediately. Uncle Aaron was listed as the caller ID and a picture of him, Jack, and yourself was also shown on the screen.Â
   âHello?â you said in your best âyou totally didnât wake meâ voice which really ended up being your âIâve been dead for 5 years and been just revivedâ voice instead.
   âY/N, Iâm really sorry, but I need you to come in to BAU. We just caught a case and I canât a sitter for Jack so heâs here with me and-â the man would have kept rambling about the situation if you hadnât cut him off.
   âNo problem, Uncle Aaron. Iâll be there in 25 minutes.â You threw off your covers and began to walk over to your bathroom.Â
   âYouâre a lifesaver, thanks Y/N.â You hummed and he promptly hung up the call. You flipped on the light switch and saw that you had indeed looked like you had been dead for 5 years. You sighed and got to work.Â
   You usually babysat Jack when Aaron was out of town for a case and your flat had become a second home for Jack. It wasnât like that hadnât happened before, him calling you about a case and needing you to watch Jack, no of course not. But he would usually call you a couple hours in advance or it would be during hours of the day when you were actually awake and running around.Â
   You finished getting your hair to look quite decent all things considered and your teeth brushed and your face was washed. You decide to just throw a cardigan over your tank top and shorts and you made your way to the front door, grabbing your keys, phone, and some snacks for Jack as well as slipping on your strappy, tan sandals.Â
   You locked your door and walked to the elevator on your floor and pressed the parking garage button. The elevator hummed as it went down and you yawned, stretching a bit as well.
   The doors dinged open and you made your way to your car and started to drive off. To keep your eyes awake, you played a classic rock station that was full of guitar solos and drum bangs that would surely keep you up. You pulled into a little drive through and got some coffees for yourself, your uncle, and his team as well as a hot chocolate for Jack.
   â25.96 is your total,â the cashier at the window said as you handed her your card. She was still ringing it up as she turned to you, âso, whatâs got you up at 3 am and grabbing a shit load of coffee?â
   You chuckled lightly at her words, âbabysitting emergency.âÂ
   She gave you a grin and handing you your card. âWell, good luck,â she said while handing you the holder for all the drinks as well as the drinks themselves.Â
   âThank you, have a good morning,â you said with a light smile.
   âDitto.â She closed the windows and smiled as you drove off, you still had about 10 minutes to get to the BAU. Traffic was light which worked in your favor as well as living pretty close to the building.Â
   You parked and started to get out with the coffees as you made your way to the entrance. You stepped inside as the security guards scanned you and checked the drinks and you were finally able to make your way up to the designated floor with a visitor pass.
   A woman with black hair came into elevator as well and you both exchanged good mornings and a light smiles. She was no doubt judging the outfit you were wearing, wondering where in the federal government you work that allowed you to come into work wearing your a sleep top and shorts as well as a big cardigan.Â
   You both stepped out on the same floor and you made your way through the bullpen and straight to your uncleâs office.
   Emily watched you walk off and she furrowed her eyebrows, she had never seen you at the BAU before and now you were walking into her bossâ office with coffees and in your pjâs. âDo you know who that is?â she asked Spencer as he looked up from some paper work.
   âWho?â he asked as Emily discreetly pointed in your direction. Spencer furrowed his brows as he had never seen you before. He watched you walk up the small amount of stairs to Hotchâs office and noticed that you also had a visitor pass in you hand as well a some coffees.Â
   âSpencer?â Emily said as he continued to watch you. âReid!â she snapped in front of his face as he finally brought his attention back to Emily. He looked at her and quickly stole glances at you when he though she wasnât watching.Â
   She noticed.Â
   Emily grinned at the younger man as he turned his attention back to Emily and blushed lightly, deciding to return to the papers in front of him, but not without sneaking another glance at you.Â
   Your uncle opened the door and ushered you into his office where Jack was sleeping on the couch. âThank you for coming,â his voice was quiet and you just smiled as he brought you into a hug.Â
   âI got coffees for you and your team; needed one myself and figured you guys would want some too,â you whispered as Hotch smiled lightly and took the carrier from you. âSo what happened?â
   âMissing child in Louisiana. He was over at a friends for a sleepover and was nabbed about an hour ago.â You nodded and frowned a bit as did your uncle.
   âWell, good thing theyâve got the best on the job,â you tried to lighten the mood as he held a closed lipped smile. âDonât worry about us, weâll be fine.âÂ
   He nodded his head and grabbed some files from his desk and headed to the door of his office. You smiled at him as he said his goodbyes to Jack, waking him.Â
   Hotch closed the door and was met by the stares of his team, âweâll have to brief on the plane. Thereâs been a missing child report in Louisiana so wheels up in 10.â The team nodded and started to pack up and get ready. âMy niece got us all fresh coffee as well,â he walked down the stairs and put the tray on an empty table.Â
   âY/Nâs here?â Morgan asked as Hotch nodded. âShe is a lifesaver.â
   âMy words exactly,â he said and walked away as the team went to grab the drinks.Â
   You put Jack on your hip and started to walk out of the office. You closed the door and turned around as you were greeted by the warm smile of Derek Morgan.
   âMorning, Hotcakes,â he teased as you smiled widely. You walked down the stairs as he pulled you into a side hug seeing as Jack was clinging to your other side. You both pulled away as he started up again, âthanks for the drinks.â
   âCourse, I figured you guys would be as tired as me,â you said nonchalantly as he nodded. You saw the other pairs of eyes on you and quickly introduced yourself, âsorry, iâm Y/N. Aaronâs niece.â
   They nodded at your words as Rossi made his way over to you. âNice to see you again, Kiddo,â he hugged you the same way Morgan had and you smiled at the older man.Â
   âJennifer Jareau, but I go by JJ,â she stuck out her hand as you smiled at her and shook it.Â
   âEmily Prentiss.â The raven haired woman did the same as JJ as she shook you hand and smiled.
   âUh, Spencer Reid,â the taller brunette man told you as you shot him a small smile seeing as he didnât offer a handshake. âI wasnât aware that Hotch had a niece,â he said.
   âOh, yeah. I moved out here a few months ago for Hotch and Jack,â you told them.
   âWhere do you work?â JJ asked.
   âIâm a teacher at Philip Moore High School.â
   âYeah, Miss. Y/N is the best history teacher,â Derek teased a you rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face.Â
   âAlright, I better get out of your guysâ hair and get this little one out of here,â you told them as they nodded. âGood luck with the case.â You smiled at them and gave Morgan on last side hug before you were walking through the bullpen and towards the elevator.Â
   Spencer watched as you went and felt a clap on his back from Derek. He whipped around and saw the older man smiling. âSomebody got a crush on the teacher?â he singsonged as Spencerâs cheeks flamed pink.Â
   âFrom the minute I pointed her out to him,â Emily recalled as she chuckled a it, âthe chatty doctor turns into a gaping teenage boy.â Spencer heard JJ snicker as he felt his cheeks heat up even further.Â
   The door of the BAU opened as they all whipped around and saw Hotch standing with his go bag and some files, âlets go.â
***
   It was a few weeks later and the case had gone great from what your uncle told you. They had found the kid and caught the creep who took him within the 24 hour rule they set up.Â
   You stood by a yellow school bus and held a roster of names in your hand. âAlright!â you yelled out as mostly all the kids quieted down. âIâm gonna let everyone sit where they want as long as the volume doesnât get too loud, yeah?â
   There was a mix of yesâ and okayâs in the crowd of 25 or so sophomores. Today you were taking a trip to the nations capital, a tradition for this school. The kids would go see a historical museum and take a tour of the White House, then you all would eat lunch downtown and then the kids go to vote on whether they wanted to go to another museum or go see a historical show.Â
   âLets get going then.â The kids filed onto the bus as you marked the names to the faces. Your co-worker was standing next to you and handing kids their badges and name tags.Â
   Once everyone was on the bus, you turned to the slightly older man. âReady to go?â he asked you as you nodded. Both of you climbed on the bus and the kids quieted down as Mr. Greene opened his mouth, âAlright you all know the drill, no wondering off, no yelling or running, and stick with your partners!âÂ
   They all nodded and said a variation of yes.
   âI can take the middle if you want the front,â you told him as he nodded and you headed towards one of the benches you had put your bag on. A mix of girls and boys were around it and you were glad that you were on the younger side so that you could somewhat understand what they were talking about.Â
   âMiss. Hotchner!â a boy called as you turned to face him. âDo you have any games for the ride?â This got the attention of the kids around you.Â
   âSure,â you started, trying to think of something to keep the teen engaged and interested. âWhoever can spot a red car with the letter q in the licences plate will get ice cream for them and their seat partner. Same thing goes for blue cars with a y.â The kids nodded and started conversing strategies on how they would do this.Â
   You knew it was silly, but you wouldâve loved if a teacher did this during your school trips. The bus started moving and you were soon pulling away from the school.Â
***
   JJ walked into Hotchâs office, âWeâve got a case and need to go now.â He put down his pen and and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair.Â
   âFill me in,â he said to JJ as he motioned for the rest of the team to get up.Â
   âA bus full of high schoolers on their way to a field trip in DC. They never checked in to their morning tour or any other events. Parents canât get a hold of kids and faculty canât get in touch with the teachers on the trip.â
   âSo itâs local. How long ago did the high school contact us?â he asked.
   âNot even 15 minutes ago,â JJ told him as he nodded.Â
   âLetâs take the SUVs and set up at the high school,â he told the team as the nodded and grabbed their things and headed for the doors. They sped to the cars and split up; Hotch, Reid, JJ, and Morgan in one while Rossi, Emily, and Penelope were in the other.Â
   âAlright,â JJ set up her phone so it was on speaker and connected to the other car. â26 kids and 2 teachers along with a bus driver were heading out for an annual field trip the school does for sophomores. No one on the bus has been able to be contacted and were supposed to be back at the school 45 minutes ago.â
   âWhat time did they take off?â Morgan asked.
   â7:15 am and their first activity was at 9:50 am which they never checked in for according to the museum,â JJ explained.Â
   âGarcia,â Hotch started, âcan you pull up the bus GPS?âÂ
   âOn it, Sir!â she replied. They kept driving to the school and were within 7 minutes of the destination seeing as they had sped all the way there. The team talked more as Garcia was pulling stuff up. Hotch pulled into the school and payed no attention to the sign as they did so.Â
   They hopped out of the car and were met with the principal who had a grief stricken face. âThank you so much for coming,â he spoke, âJames Randalf, Iâll take you guys to the room weâre set up in.â
   âSSA Aaron Hotchner,â he said as he stuck out his hand. The man shook it but held a weird look on his face. âWhat is it?â Hotch asked.
   âYou said Hotchner?â he asked as Aaron nodded, âAny relation to Y/N Hotchner?â
   âYes, sheâs my niece. This is Philip Moore High School?â The principal nodded as they walked through the hallway. He opened to door for the team swiftly as he stepped in.Â
   âSheâs one of the teacherâs that was on the bus.â Hotch paled at the manâs words as the rest of the team did a double take. Spencer had been to immersed in the case file and hadnât seen the name of the high school as they pulled up or he wouldâve at least connected the dots a bit faster.Â
   âGet started,â Hotch said as he pulled out his phone rung your number up. The phone stayed ringing and no one picked up as Aaron cursed under his breath. âGarcia I need you to get the GPS of this number,â Hotch read your number and thought to himself that you always kept your GPS on and he urged you to do it one day as you took Jack.
   âJust in case anything happens, alright?â
   âNothing will happen to us, but okay,â you said with as smile as Jack giggled in your arms.
   âGot the location, Sir,â Garcia said as Hotch snapped out of the trance he was in.Â
   âCall for a SWAT car. Morgan, Emily, Reid, Rossi lets go,â Hotch ordered as they all nodded and followed the man out of the building, all hoping to find you and the kids.
***
   âEveryone just stay calm!â the man yelled as he entered the bus with another man behind him. The bus driver reached for his walkie-talkie and the second man shot him right in his forehead. The kids around you were whimpering and crying as you tried to be discreet about your movements.
   You grabbed the pepper spray from you bag and put it down your bra as well as taking your small pocket knife and putting it in your shoe. Students looked to you as you held up a finger to your mouth and nodded at them, gesturing for them to listen and stay quiet.
   âWe donât want to hurt anyone else,â the first man started, âwe just want everyone to stay calm and stay quiet. We wonât kill you.â
   âPhones now,â the second said as he came around with a sack as kids put their phones in. You kept your head down and did the same, he didnât seem to realize you were a teacher. He walked back up the aisle and pointed his gun at Mr. Greene. âRed, up,â he said referring to the color of the manâs shirt. He instructed Greene to move the bus driver out of his seat and onto the side of the road. Once he was finished he stood back up and both men stepped outside and shot him as well as dumping the phones.
   You took this opportunity to turn to the kids next to you. âOnly call me by my first name, Y/N,â you told them as they nodded, âpass it on.â They whispered to each other and you were pretty sure that all the students knew what to do now.
   They stepped back on the bus and one of the men got into the driverâs seat while the other stepped to the aisle at the front of the bus. âEveryone is gonna quiet up. You all are a special bunch, parents in high position, rich, and willing to do whatever they can to get back their precious children.â The other man laughed as he started up the bus. âIf I see anyone trying to communicate with the outside I will not hesitate to blow your head off. No talking and we wont have a problem.â
   He sat where Mr.Greene did as the other man started to drive off. Some kids kept their heads down and others near you looked to you. You signaled that everything was going to be okay and that you would kept them safe.Â
   There had to be a way to warn you uncle where you were going.Â
***
   At the sight, the team found two bodies and all of the cellphones. Hotch cursed silently as did the rest of the team. Spencer walked up and down the road as something had caught his eye. He picked up a folded piece of paper and opened it carefully.Â
   âDo you have something, Kid?â Morgan asked as he nodded and walked over to the agents.Â
   He unfolded the note and showed them as Hotch spoke up, âthatâs Y/Nâs handwriting.â
   2 men, White. 5âČ11 & 5âČ9. 190 and 170 lb. Aggressive and passive. Friends.
   The note had the team smiling as you had been able to give a clue of what they had to look for. âDefinitely a Hotchner,â Rossi joked as Aaron smiled lightly at the manâs words.Â
   âLets get this back to Garcia, see if she can get a match.â The team nodded at their section leaderâs words.Â
   Spencer held the note in his hand and smiled to himself, he had only met you once, but you were proving to be very resourceful as well smart. This made his small crush grow into a full blown one and now he just had to get you back.
***
   They had taken you all to an abandoned barn about 3 hour drive at top speed. They tied you all up and made you all sit as they quickly made their way to a van that was parked in the barn. They had taken the boys to another location and left the the girls in the barn.
   As soon as you heard the car pull away you looked around for any cameras and saw that their were none. Girls whispered to each other as you soon gained their attention, âeveryone listen up,â their eyes where on you. âWe are going to get out of here alright?â They nodded as you quickly assessed the situation.Â
   âWhat are you going to do, Miss. Hotchner?â one of the girls asked.
   âGet out of these.â You took the pocket knife from your shoe and switched it open. âHere,â you said handing it to one of the girls, âcut these open.â She nodded and did as you told her. Soon the zip ties where off your hands and you took the knife back from her and cut the zip ties around your feet.Â
   You quickly did the same to the rest of the girl as you were all free now. âWe move together. If they come back Iâll hold them off and the rest of you run and get help. Get my uncle, his name is Aaron Hotchner and he works for the FBI. Take this,â you grabbed the pepper spray and handed it to one of the girls, âuse it if you have a good shot and pick up anything you can defend yourself with.â
   They nodded and you lead the way out of the barn. The van was no where in sight and you were good to go. You started going a different path than the main road in as to avoid the men.Â
   You were able to walk with the girls for a good couple hours as you soon saw a gas station. You walked in with the girls and told the man behind the counter your predicament, he was about to dial the police as the door opened and a man walked in. One of the men who kidnapped you all.Â
   He shot the man behind the counter and the girls froze. âThought you could get away that easy?â he said as you gripped the knife in you hand behind your back. He came closer and pointed the gun at you all. âLets go!â he yelled as some of the girls flinched. He got closer as you were able to tackle him the the ground.Â
   His gun went off and slid to the side as the girl watched you and him fight. You were able to flip him on his stomach and grab the keys out of his pocket. You threw them at the girls direction and yelled, âgo! Like we talked about! Get to a big city and donât stop!â He manged to flip you over and push you to the ground as you gritted you teeth and saw the girls run out of the shop and to the van.Â
   You kneed him in the sweet spot as he crumbled above you and you got up on your feet and went to the gun but were tackled to the ground as your face slammed down. He turned you over and held down your hands as he delivered a punch to your face.
   This went on for a while; you and him struggling and giving each other bruises that would hurt for days. You were finally able to knock him out, by slamming his head against the hard floor.Â
   You stood up and took the gun and knife as you were able to make your way out of the store and to the little car sitting outside. You broke the passengers side window and unlocked the car and made your way over to the drivers side to hot wire the car. You fumbled with wires and finally got the car to start as you heard a chime from the store entrance. The man was coming out as you pulled out as he tried to chase you as you stuck the gun out your window and were able to hit him in the leg as he fell to the ground. All those times training with your uncle had finally paid off.Â
   You knew it was stupid, but you couldnât help but go back to the direction of the barn. You hadnât seen any structures where they couldâve keep the boys and you had to get them to safety. You had promised them.Â
***
   A white van pulled up to the front of the school about 2 hours after the BAU had gotten there. The girls filed out and made their way inside the building as they saw the cars parked out in front and figured their would be someone there. The doors were open and they walked in and were met with shocked faces of the staff.Â
   The staff got the agents as they made their way to the front of the school. Aaron watched as the girls look around clearly nervous and distraught. âWe need to conduct interviews now.â The team nodded as they each took one of the girls into a classroom. JJ gathered all the parents with daughters and told them the good news.Â
   Spencer and Aaron sat with one of the girls. âStart at the beginning.â
   The girl told them about the barn and how you had gotten them out and then the walk to the gas station and how you had fought with the man as you told them to go and get help. âDo any of you know Aaron Hotchner? Miss. Hotchner told us to get him and he would know what to do.â
   âThat would be me,â Aaron spoke as she nodded.Â
   âShe saved us and I feel so bad for just leaving her there, with that man,â she shuddered at the thought. âDo you think he killed her?â she whispered to them as both Spencer and Hotch paled at the thought.
   âI donât think so,â Spencer spoke honestly, âMiss. Hotchner is very resourceful and you said she had the upper hand, right?â The girl nodded as Spencer smiled. âIâm sure sheâs fine and you did just what she told you. You donât have to feel guilty.âÂ
ïżœïżœ   She left the room and was soon reunited with her parents.Â
   âWe need to get to the gas station,â Hotch said as Spencer nodded. âHalf of us will go there and the other half to the barn. We can have Garcia see if the car had GPS and if she can retrace where itâs been.â
   The team regrouped and Garcia was able to get 3 locations in the vicinity. They split up accordingly and headed out to the locations.
***
   You had scoped out a small building. It had no cars in front of it and was the the closest building to the barn you had been in earlier. You knew you could either go in guns a-blazing, but the man inside would have the kids as leverage and you knew you had to take him out as soon as possible or at least injure him.Â
   You held the gun in your hand and quickly made your way to the building as you looked into one of the windows and saw the boys all tied up and the man sitting with as concerned look on his face. You devised your plan and figured it would be easier to lure him out. You walked back to the car and put pressure on the horn as it continued to make noise as the heavy stick pressing against it held.
   The man came out as you hid behind a tree and waited for him to have his back to you. Once this happened you fired your gun and hit him in the back of his leg. He dropped to the ground and his gun went forward. You ran over and picked it up as he cried out and started cussing at you.Â
   âYou stupid bitch! Youâre gonna pay for this!â he screamed.
   âSure, buddy,â you said in an amused voice. You put the guns down as you turned him on his back and took the branch for the car and hit his jaw with it as he passed out. You put it down and checked his pulse, still alive. You opened up the trunk of the car and held him in an army carry as you put him in the small space as you closed and locked the trunk. You jogged over to the building and opened the door to see around 17 teenage boys looking at you with more fear than you had ever seen.Â
   âMiss. Hotchner!â one said as you smiled and got out your knife and began getting the zip-ties off of them.Â
   âIs everyone okay? Anyone hurt?â They all said no to your question as nodded and finished getting everyone free.
   âWhat happened to the girls?â one boy asked.Â
   âThey are hopefully with my uncle and making sure someone comes for us soon,â you told them as they nodded. âYouâll all get the full story when we get out of here, okay?âÂ
   You lead them out of the small building and told them to stay there. They did as told as you brought the car over and made sure to keep an eye on the man inside if he did manage to escape.Â
   After waiting for a hour or so in the dark, a black SUV pulled up along with a swat car.Â
   âEveryone put you hands up, itâs alright,â you told them as you placed down the gun and knife and put you hands above your head. The boys followed in suit and you soon saw your uncle get out of the car.
   âGuns down! Itâs just the kids!â he made his way over to you as you hugged him tightly. You groaned lightly as he pulled away. âAre you alright?â You nodded and gestured towards the kids as your uncle understood.Â
   Spencer came over to you as smiled lightly at him. Your face was littered with cuts and bruises and even a bit of blood that was dried on your face. âHey, Spencer,â you said as he smiled lightly. âThereâs one of the douche bags in the trunk.â You pointed as he nodded at you words.
   âCan I get some cuffs and a guy over here!â he yelled out as he made his way over to the trunk. A SWAT guy had his gun up as you unlocked the trunk and the man tumbled out.Â
   He immediately started yelling, âwhere is that bitch!â he lunged at you from the ground as the SWAT cuffed him and brought him into custody. You closed the trunk and swiftly sat atop it. You winced slightly as Spencer was quick to come by your side.Â
   âYouâre hurt,â he said frowning as you nodded at his word.Â
   âGot thrown around a bit,â you joked. He quickly went over to the SUV and got back to you as he was now holding a first-aid kit. He set it down on the trunk and quickly got to work on your face.Â
   You cuts had stopped bleeding by now, but they were still open and Spencer delicately wiped them down and placed a few bandages on your face. You swore he was blushing, but it was too hard to tell in the dark.Â
   He finished cleaning up your face and Hotch quickly thanked him. You got into the stolen car as 3 of the boys got in with you as well as Spencer and he started to drive off to the school.
***
   Spencer pulled up to the school as you all got out of the car. Parents were waiting outside the car and the boys rushed to them as they all let out cries. You smiled at the sight and had also asked Spencer about the fate of the girls earlier and were grateful for that as well. You made your way over to a paramedic and she checked you out and quickly realized that you had in fact a minor dislocated your shoulder.Â
   âSeriously?â you asked as she nodded.
   âIt was probably the adrenaline that allowed you body to over look it. That with the other bruises all over your body, your mind probably thought it was just one of those,â she explained. âIâll have to pop it back in place.â You grimaced and nodded as she made her way over to your side.Â
   Hotch was by your side as you stuck out your hand and he took it. Some of the students were watching, worried for you.Â
   âBig breath in,â she told you as you followed her instructions and she quickly popped it back into place. You shoulder cracked loudly and you yelped a bit and turned some heads. âAlright, youâll have to treat it with care and it might swell, but you are good to go Miss. Hotchner.â
   âThank you,â you told her with a light smile and you hopped of the back of the ambulance. Your uncle rubbed you back as you looked to him. âHowâs Jack?â you asked as he smiled at your question.Â
   âHeâs fine. Will, JJâs husband, is watching him.â You nodded at his response and made your way to the school as he still had to pack up some stuff. âIâm driving you home and donât even think about coming into work tomorrow.â You laughed as he smiled at you.Â
   âMiss. Hotchner!â Your name was called you looked to your uncle and quickly departed to got talk to the families.Â
   âIs everything alright?â you asked the father as he nodded.Â
   âWe,â he gestured towards all the parents, âwanted to thank you for saving our kids and keeping them safe.â A few mothers and fathers were crying and kids were smiling at you lightly.
   âOf course, iâm just glad that everyone is okay,â you told them truthfully. A girl came up to you and hugged you tightly as more kids came up and eventually the whole class was in a big group hug as some of them cried a bit, you surely teared up. They pulled away when your uncle came out and you bid the adieu and goodnight as you made your way over to Hotch.Â
   âReady?â he asked as you walked to your car.Â
   You bit your lip. âOne moment.â You made your way over to the young doctor and tapped him on the shoulder as he whipped around. âSpencer,â you spoke softly as he looked at you and paused on working on your face. âWould you want to get dinner on Friday?â
   Spencer looked at you with wide eyes and couldnât help but smile widely at your question.     Â
   âItâs just, I almost died a few time today and I donât want to do anything that  would regret, which would include not asking you out. I know itâs bad timing and itâs totally fine if you donât want to and-â
   You wouldâve kept rambling, but Spencer cut you off, âI would love to have dinner on Friday with you.â You smiled at the man as he smiled back and now you were sure of the blush on his cheeks.Â
   âCool, um, do you have a pen?â you asked as he nodded and fumbled to get a pen from his bag. You smiled at him and took his palm as you wrote out your phone number and handed it back to him. âSee you on Friday.â You smiled brightly as he nodded. You pecked his cheek and turned around quickly and was met with a surprised look on your unclesâ face.
   Spencer blushed brightly and brought a hand up to his face to check if that had actually happened. Derek came up behind him and smiled widely as he clapped him on the back.Â
   âFinally got the girl! Good job man!â Derek told him as he smiled widely and was met with happy smiles from the rest of the team.
   âDinner on Friday!â he gushed as they cheered and clapped a bit. All happy that the man had gotten some good new for once.Â
   Dinner on Friday.
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Bo Sinclair x Female Reader
THIS is a NONCON fic. Please don't read and then get shocked at what you read. You are reading this at your own risk! You cannot get shocked at the content here if you are sensitive to NONCON and read anyways. I am not responsible if you choose to still read this and it's upsetting. Also, there is Forced Breeding included! Read at your own risk.
When I get an AO3, I will be posting this there.
Underthecut - NSFW, NON-CON, Cheating -forced- Oral -Female receiving- Forced Breeding/Forced pregnancy, Degradation. Tagged as Dark Fic
Sinclair Brothers College AU Part 2 Part 1 is here!
Bo will never forget that morning. Never forgot your angelic face buried into his brother's chest, Vincent's face buried into the top of your head, nose nuzzled into your hair.
His voice had hurt for the three days after all the screaming he had done, his knuckles bruised for weeks after he and Vincent drew blows.
He could still hear your screaming, this shrill piercing scream for him to stop. To stop hurting him, to stop hurting Vincent.
Not one scream for him, his well-being.
Bo left the room with a bruised lip and ego.
The image of you comforting Vincent, rubbing his knuckles, kissing his cheek burned in his head. He replayed it over and over.
Bo couldn't get over how everyone seemed to approve of the whole ordeal.
That friend of yours had come running up to you, congratulating you on finally getting with Vincent. Even her tall British boyfriend paid a compliment.
His own friends even poked fun, how stupid he was not to see Vincent slowly making his moves. Vincent and you at the Dairy Queen, you at his art show, how both of you spent hours at the library.
How'd he miss all that?
Bo walked into his dorm, slamming the door behind him as he whipped off his hat, he frowned as he flopped onto the bed. back against the wall as he took in the room.
The large varnished bricks painted a light blue, years of new coats of paint chipping off in the corners. The yellow fluorescent light struggling to light up the room, no doubt the same light from when the dorm was built.
Bo took in his brother's side. Neat, save for a few books littered around, a few on his desk, three on the floor, two on the bed, and Y/n's cellphone.
Bo shot up, eagerly rushing over to Vincent's bed, hands immediately on your phone. He held it in his hands, smirking at the pink phone case with a bear's face on the back. He swiped his thumb over the screen, he grits his teeth at the image of you and Vincent on your home screen. Vincent held his arm around you as he kissed your cheek.
"Putz," he mumbled to himself, Bo's thumb lingered over your lock screen. He pressed in the four numbers, "Shit. She must have changed it." Bo looked up, going over what your new passcode could be. The old one was the date you and him started dating. Bo made sure it was that, and that way he had access to your phone whenever you were careless enough to leave it about.
Bo smiled as he knew what the passcode was. If his brother was anything like him, he'd be just as possessive, "Ding!" Bo tapped his foot in excitement as your phone opened up, he went right to your gallery, brows turned down in disgust.
Picture after picture of you and Vincent. Some tame, others, Bo whistled at the picture of you sucking off Vincent. He hated it, seeing your pretty little face lavish his brother's cock, but for Bo, it was easy just to picture his own in its place.
Another photo, you with your legs spread, hand over your mouth, embarrassed as your pussy was covered in Vincent's seed.
Bo groaned, "Little fuckin' whore." He pressed his feet into the ground, steadying himself. He was taken back to when he'd do the same to you, make you beg for his cum to coat your needy pussy. He licked his lips as he could hear your little whines and begs.
"Cum on my pussy, Bo." Fuck and you sounded so perfect.
"Cum on my pussy, Vinny." He cursed as your voice played over in his head. Hating how easily he could hear your sweet voice be so dirty for his brother.
Bo kept scrolling, his stomach churned, cock-stiffening as he scanned more and more pictures.
Videos, ranging from thirty seconds to two minutes in length. He pressed one, the image of you riding his brother played immediately.
"Oh, Vinny, your cocks making me feel so full." Bo groaned, he turned up the volume to hear the vulgar slaps of your ass against his brother's pelvis. "Oh, Fuck Vinny." Bo watched as you fell onto Vincent's chest as he lifted you, fucking up into you at a fast pace.
Bo watched till the end, his ears burning as your moans and whimpers wafted through the shitty phone speaker. He palmed his erection as he watched Vincent cum deep in you, his brother's disgusting grunts and growls had him snarling.
Bo's eyes remained on the screen. They widened as Vincent pulled out, carelessly spreading your legs open to the camera, both your face and Vincent are not visible, but your pussy was bared. He watches as his brother's seed leaked out of you, hearing Vincent mumbling at what a good little princess you are, how you were made to used, made to be a good little cum dump.
Bo shook, knuckles going white as he held the phone. Your whimpering approval of Vincent's words, how Vincent scooped his cum back up into you...
Bo snapped out of his anger as a text popped up,
-Hey, meet you at the library, I'll only be able to study briefly, I have a surprise shift at the hospital.-
Bo tapped it, immediately taken to your messages with Dan.
Everything between you and Dan was mundane. Study dates that often included Herbert and just random memes.
He exited out, looking over all the people you've been texting. Your texts with him deleted, he huffed as he continued. That girl dating the tall British guy. That weird Billy kid, Freddy, your mom, your boss, and Vincent.
He sat down on his bed as he went through the texts. Some of the texts were mundane, how are you, I'm good. I love you and can't wait to see you.
Bo froze, laughing to himself, leaning back onto the bed as he read the recent texts,
-Remember those awful cramps I've been having? My doctor said it was birth control. I'll be going off it for a few weeks and will be getting that Implanon thing.-
Bo checked the date, "Two weeks ago." he said to himself as he kept reading.
-So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month.-
-That's okay. We can keep it safe for now. One day though you'll be off that stuff ;)-
Bo shook his head, of course, his brother would be on that train of thought. Getting you pregnant. Watching your belly grow with babe.
Bo seethed, hand running down his front, cock pulsing at the image of you, begging for his cum, asking him to impregnate you. Your belly swelling with the Sinclair seed, his large hand rubbing over you, kissing your cheek, amazed at the changes in your body.
Your tits swelling, begging for Bo to ease the ache in them. Cock stiffening as he suckles on your tender tits.
Bo's attention was snapped back to reality as the door's handle justled. He quickly exited out of the texts, turned off the screen, and threw the phone on the bed, burying his face into his pillow, grunting as his cock angled into the bed painfully.
Vincent stepped in, sneering at his brother. "She forgot something, I won't be long." He mumbled, hand going for your phone.
"Y'her lap dog or some? She can't come get it herself?"
"I don't trust you alone with her." Vincent gave your phone a once over before grabbing a few books, "I'll be gone tonight, I work late, so you can invite that 'cute' girl from the bar." Vincent coughed as he finished his sentence.
"Yeah, yeah..." Bo eyed his brother, pulling his pillow closer into his face.
"You didn't touch this, did you?" Vincent waved the phone around, giving it a once over.
"Why would I touch her shit?"
Vincent shrugged his shoulders, "Bye," He opened the door, "Oh, and Lester is inviting us to a barbeque, he expects you to be there."
Bo flinched as his brother slammed the door. He sat up, freeing his cock, the images of you and Vincent still in his mind, the image of himself pushing Vincent away to replace Vincent's seed with his own...
"The library..." he said to himself, the image of you at the library, pushed over onto one of the corner desks, hidden away from everyone, his cock buried deep inside, pleading with him to cum inside.
Bo gripped the base of his cock, squeezing to let more of his precum drip out, watching as it fell along the side.
"That'd look a lot better in the place it belongs."
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You and Vincent stood in front of the campus library, he ran his hands up and down your sides, pinching your ass when he dipped low.
"Vinny!" He playfully pinched his arm, kissing his cheek as you giggled.
"Can't help it, you're so cute." He kissed you again, tongue wrapping around yours, he pushed you closer into himself, your moan being suppressed by the kiss.
You reluctantly pulled away, "I gotta meet Dan. I need his help with my paper. Thanks for getting my phone."
Vincent nodded at you, kissing your cheek again, "I know, I don't want you near him, either."
You nod into his chest, inhaling his scent, linseed oil, and his farmer's market shampoo. You hum as he begins to sway you back and forth.
"I gotta go, see you tomorrow," He pulls away, hand rubbing over your cheek, his eye taking in your sad ones. "Be safe getting home."
"I will!" You shared a kiss goodbye as you excitedly entered the library.
You waved to norman at the front desk, he briefly looked up to give a small smile before returning to his large ornithology book on his desk.
You grinned and waved as you caught sight of Dan. He was in his scrubs with his Starbucks in his hand, smiling at you.
"I can help you for the next hour before I gotta go," He began as you sat in front of him, "Then I got my shift an-"
"Yes at the hospital, I know I know." You sat and opened your books, Dan grabbing one to flip through it, scanning for the important passage,
"Here, you'll want to start here, copy it, and then grab two more sources from the encyclopedias. Has to be from the books, not online."
You rubbed your temples, "Yeah, that's, a lot to take in."
Dan chuckled, "That's the advanced course for you."
You tapped your pencil on the paper of your books, "So, you hear about Brahms and his girl? The fight they had!"
Dan perked up, brown eyes filled with wonder.
The two of you immediately filled your time with gossip, the mention of Brahms's girlfriend and Billy was the only thing being studied.
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Bo strolled up to the library, "Twenty minutes to closing..." He shrugged his shoulders as he entered.
He looks around, the lights dimmed, the desk lamps off, save for the few remaining students.
"Can I help you?" Bo snapped his head to the thin, pale man at the front desk.
"Ah, yeah, where are the books on, like art and stuff," Bo looked at the nameplate, "Norman." Bo fumbled with his hands in his pockets.
"In the back," Norman gestured his head behind him, "In section eight hundred to eight hundred and fifty. Don't be long, we are closing soon." Norman sneered as he shuffled the papers on his desk.
"Yeah, thanks." Bo shook his head, as he caught Norman giving him a once over.
Bo clenched his fists as he heard Norman mumble "I don't even think he can read."
He made his way around the library, ducking behind the rows when he thought he saw you, any girl that resembled you had his heart clench in shock.
"No, Vinny, I can't talk right now, text it to me instead." Bo froze, his feet heavy, your voice was curt, he heard you grunt, knowing you just hung up on his brother.
Bo followed the voice, finding you tucked away in the private study area, the tables up against the walls, the lights were severely dimmed, Bo wondered how in the hell you could see the paper in front of you.
He carefully watched his steps, inching slowly behind you, grateful you were distracted in the book, grateful you secluded yourself so far away from everyone else.
A wolfish grin spread over his face, standing over you, he leaned in, hands snaking over you, rushing to silence your mouth,
"Hey, Sweets, miss me?"
Your blood went cold, eyes bulged, you attempted to turn but Bo held firm.
"Miss me? Huh? Ah, maybe you need to look at me first." He whispered into your ear, placing a feather-light kiss.
You retched away, guttural noises being silenced as Bo put a hand around your neck.
"Ah, no no, c'mon now, that any way to react to me? C'mon sweets, you used to beg me, beg me not to leave you, cry whenever I missed a date, moan for my cock to make you come." He chuckled as you squirmed in his arms, the chuckle turning into a soft laugh as you reached for your phone.
"Grabbing your phone for me? How nice of you, Sweets!" Bo whipped you around, slamming you onto the table as he chucked away the books, thankful they didn't fall onto the floor.
You began kicking at Bo, the panic making your blood run hot, giving you a surge of strength.
You knew Bo, knew how much stronger he was, knew you couldn't fight him off. The look in his eyes as his body leaned forward onto yours, chuckling off your kicks.
"Ah, hey, calm down," Bo squeezed on your neck, kissing your cheek as you sputtered out a whine, choking as you gasped for air.
Bo grabbed your phone, your eyes burning as he easily tapped the four-digit code to open it, he went right to the gallery, opening up the video of you and Vincent, "Look at you," The video played, Bo held the phone to your face, forcing you to look, "Taking my brother's cum in your slutty little pussy. Fuck what a good whore you are."
He exited out of the video, going to your texts, "So bad news, I won't get that Implanon thing for another month." He read aloud as he shook his head, "tsk tsk, and I bet you are still fucking, even when it's not safe. I mean, if my brother's anything like me, he won't wanna wrap that shit up."
Tears pooled in your eyes, slowly falling along the sides into your hair. Your eyes pleading with him, 'don't do this, please.'
Bo huffed as he pulled down your skirt, panties coming along with it. He took in your pussy, licking his bottom lip as he caught a glance at your shaved pussy, thankful that his brother has the same taste as him. "You look so good, that pussy nice and clean for me, gonna look good with my seed spilling out."
"I'll let you breathe properly if you promise to be quiet, can you do that for me?" His baby blues stared into your eyes, you wanted to hurl as you saw a sick softness to them.
"I'll, b-be- go-good." You choked. You gasped in sweet relief as bo removed his large hand from your neck. Your phone in his hand was held to your face as you realized he was filming.
"You better open up these legs for me, little whore like you should be used to spreading her legs, hm? Taking my brother's cock while dating me. Well, you can have my cock again, and I'm gonna make sure you'll never fucking forget this. Like I'll never fuckin' forget waking up to you." Bo placed the phone down, propping it up against your books, "With cum dripping out your pussy in Vincent's arms."
You looked away as you heard Bo's belt clink his zipper coming undone, "I can easily scream,"
"Scream? ha, the place is practically empty at this point, who's gonna come as you scream? 'Norman' I can tell he's already too self-absorbed to care for another." Bo leaned down, his breath hot over your cunt.
"Please don't, Bo please, I'll do anything!"
His signature cocky grin spread over his lips, "Oh, you will, first, I get a taste of this," He plunged his tongue in, a soft moan as your taste hit his tongue, his eyes looking up at you, then to the phone.
You squirmed as your walls involuntarily pulsed around his tongue. You squeezed your eyes shut, hips shaking as he flicked his tongue over your clit.
"You taste so good, fuck better than I remember," He sucked hard, laughing as you whimpered. "See, little slutty body like your can't help but react."
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through you, Bo's large hand roaming your body, dipping under your shirt, sliding under your bra to squeeze your breast.
"Fuck it feels good too, remember how you used to beg me to suck on them?" He pinched your hardening nipple, "Look at the camera." He cooed.
He dipped two fingers into your heat, making you groan as he pressed down and sucked hard on your clit.
You breathed heavily through your nose, fighting the urge to let out a wanton moan. Tears flowed as your hips voluntarily bucked into Bo's face, his tongue sending wave after wave of euphoria through you that not even Vincent could manage.
Bo shook his head, a raspy moan muffled by the lewd noises your pussy made as he fingered you. He looked up, smirking into you, your pussy clenching around his fingers, how you covered your mouth to fight back the deep moan.
You ran your hand through Bo's brown hair, he moaned, taking the action as approval for his ministrations. You pushed on him, your airy moans muffled by your palm as you came. Bo stayed latched onto your clit, suckling and flicking it, tongue deep to your cunt to lap at you, groaning as it pulsed around his muscle.
Bo shot up, licking his lips of your cream, "Ah, see that, wanna taste?" You shook your head, mouth a no. He leaned in, one hand angling his cock while the other grabbed your neck.
His tongue wrapped around yours, muffling the whine as he slammed into you, his cock stretching you out, a slight burn mixed with pleasure.
Bo wasted no time, slamming hard into you, his cheeks pink as he groaned into the kiss, he lifted his head, "Ah, fuck, needy little pussy fuckin' missed me. Ah shit, I fuck." He grunted above you, his body pressing you into the table, "Fuck, it missed me, fuck it missed me."
You sobbed under him, your mind going to Vincent, trying to picture it was Vincent on top of you, it was you and Vincent making love in the library, not Bo. Not Bo sending waves of familiar pleasure through you, his cock stretching you out.
"Please, don't cum in me, Bo, please don't."
"Wah? cum in you? Sure, I can do that, after all, your little pussy was made for it." He sneered at you, a dark look flashed over him.
You punched at him, "I'll scream."
"You scream and that video gets sent to Vincent. Doesn't matter I'm hav-having m-my way with y-you." He stuttered between thrusts, "Just a video of you getting impregnated by his older brother. He won't want you."
You sobbed as tears spilled as you turned away from him, Vincent flashed in your mind. His smile, his light blue eyes, his hands holding yours.
Your body tensed as Bo's cock felt intoxicating, the familiar rhythm, his harsh kisses, mind being taken back to you on his bed, how he'd hiked your legs over his shoulders as he pushed them onto your chest, a cocky grin as he fucked you deep.
"Bo," You whimpered, "Please," you continued "Just not inside."
He slammed harder, groaning as you clenched around him, "Feels like it wants it inside. Don't lie to yourself, Sweets."
You couldn't, the tears fell, you whimpered Vincent's name, "Hurry, Bo."
Bo couldn't hold back, your sexy little body squirming under him, your pussy clenching around him, your spent leaking onto the table, your stifled moans. "Look at the camera as you cum, look as I cum in you," He turned your head towards the phone, tears freely falling Bo licked your cheek.
His breathing, his thrusts, his cock filling you so well, his raspy praise. You stared, "I'm sorry, Vincent." You scrunched your face as Bo positioned in and out, a low groan reverberated from his chest.
Bo laughed as he came, his seed painting your insides, coating your pink walls, picturing it shooting deep into your womb, his little swimmers getting to work.
You fought back the urge to barf, his cum filling you send a ripple of pleasure through you.
Bo hissed as his breathing slowed, the realization of your nails digging into his shoulders, came to his senses. He slowly pulled out, grabbing the phone, to capture his seed dripping out of your pussy.
He wrapped his hand around your throat, squeezing, a threat. He continued to film, "Ah, look at that, good little slut getting bred. Just like she was made too."
Bo brought the camera to your face, "Say, 'Hi, Vincent!' ha" he laughed as you kept your vision off him and the camera.
"it's okay, I know you're thinking of getting that plan B. But you'll be coming with me tonight, I'm gonna make sure my seed takes." Bo released your neck, thumb running over your lips as you coughed.
"Get dressed, we're gonna get a hotel, this is from over." He leaned in to kiss your cheek, "My good girl, mine again." He hugged you as he sent the video to his phone. He laughed as he felt you shake in his arms,
"I wonder what Vincent will do when he sees this, gosh I can only imagine." He hummed and swayed you back and forth, "You'll look great with my child in you, can't wait, ah you'll be so beautiful."
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Da Capo
Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.
" you have 2 new messages "
" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "
Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.
" harry "
He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.
" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.
When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.
He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.
Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.
The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.
He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?
It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .
Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.
You can't stop thinking about me .
That's not true.
Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?
You tell me.
He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..
I can't feel anything. A pause.
You're coming?
Do you want me to ?
Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.
" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"
" harry?"
Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.
He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-
" harry, you there ?"
" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"
" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "
" this late at night ?"
" yeah " he breathed.
Harry breathed.
" you called earlier ?"
" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"
Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"
" this weekend "
" I'll pick you up ?"
" that'd be- nice " he breathed.
" okay "
" okay "
They breathed.
" I'll send the details via mail " he added
" okay "
And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.
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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.
Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.
Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.
And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.
" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.
Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.
" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "
Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.
" this isn't awkward, is it ?"
Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.
" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"
Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "
Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.
" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.
Draco nodded " very "
" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.
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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.
But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.
" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.
" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.
" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.
Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.
"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.
" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.
" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.
" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"
" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.
Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"
" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.
" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.
When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.
" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.
" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.
" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked
Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "
" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.
" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.
" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.
" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.
" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.
Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.
" no "
And disapparated.
Part 2 & 3
might turn into a series fiction. @drarrywords thanks for beta reading this..
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This is my rant about RNM 4x06 - Kiss from a rose. Please, join me.
I need to vent about episode 6 and after I do that, I'll go back to my positive bubble. So bear with me for a few minutes.
I've been liking Season 4 so far. Let me start with that.
I think the episodes up to 5 had a good pace, and a good balance between individual plots, and overall, it was giving us the build-up for whatever bigger story arc this season has.
Up to 5, I got that feeling. Like, "ok, they are definitely building the tension and the stories to meet at some point where it will all fit".
Honestly, I still believe that and I still believe Alex (the only character that we don't know anything about plot-wise except he's in Jones's contingency plan) will play an important part in the bigger picture here.
But, episode 6 just overwhelmed me with all the things I dislike in this show's writing, all at once, and just made me annoyed as hell.
The pace đĄ
For me, the first episode of the season that felt slow and disconnected as a whole. For five episodes we were having a solid pace and then, episode 6 just hit all the wrong notes.
Guest stars đĄ
I love Eduardo, I really do. But all his scenes with his daughter felt overly dramatic and we met her, what? One episode ago? We don't care about her daddy issues, I'm sorry, but we don't.
Will these emotionally charged scenes between them have a place in the bigger story arc that's yet to be revealed?
Odds are, no. But even if it does set some kind of plot, still was too much for too little.
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Bonnie, as Maria was last year for the first half of the season, it's turning into the main plot. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?
The girl has the kiss of death, she did something awful to Michael, she still didn't share all she knows about Tezca, and yet, Max is sheltering her.
Max, the king of trust issues, let me add (I mean, make it make sense). At least she's not crashing at Malex's place.
I know we need guest stars to move the story along, and again, up to episode 5, it was making sense.
But now, we see more of her than we've seen Kyle, or Isobel or yes, ALEX, all season.
Will this have a point? A good resolution? Will all this time we spent with Bonnie be worth the screen time?
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Tezca, for the first time this season, felt like a badly written villain.
Up to 5, we got the sense she's manipulating everyone. I mean, she took Alex first and nobody knows.
She knew exactly who to hit and what strings to pull.
Again, we had 5 episodes where Tezca was shaping up to be as manipulative as Jones but even edgier. Sinister.
The whole reveal of her true form, with the tattoos and her test to Bonnie (???) felt out of place and underwhelming.
Ok, she can't be stabbed to death but even that twist wasn't good enough to shake the feeling that they might turn Tezca in an all-over-the-place character.
Is it possible her scene at the station was all an act? One more manipulative thing she's pulling to deceive everyone about the plan?
GOD, I HOPE SO. Because this character has potential and would be a tragedy and a waste to not write her well.
Too much information with no real information đ€Ą
RNM has a way to throw a lot of information at us but when we think about it, there's no real information at all.
We know Max is the savior and has a lot of power. Liz has a part to play in the Ophiuchus movement. AGAIN, the bad guys movement, which means that's not good. We know Alex is part of a contingency plan created by Jones. We know he's in a hole. Dead or locked up. The options here a slim due to the fact the last time we saw him HE WAS GETTING QUICKSANDED. We know the alighting has begun.
And that's it.
There's no more information. They keep circling back to these huge points and they don't explain anything.
I get the build-up but we need to have some real answers. SOON.
The same arguments over and over again đ€Ą
Since episode 2, it seems like Echo has been arguing about the same things nonstop.
We get Max has powers he can't control. We get Liz has doubts.
In the same way, Michael's falling for the idea of a home planet seems like a broken record. We know Michael always wanted to go back. We get it. Now, move the story along. Get to the point already.
Get to the complicated part of it all because all the emotional struggle is already set up. Again, we get it.
The lack of simple logic đ€Ą
For a group that has a bunch of geniuses, they do often overlook the simplest of logic.
Like, if Alex's not reaching out, not checking-in, MAYBE there's something wrong.
Especially when the only mother figure he had growing up has died and the love of his life got sick for the first time. Oh, and yeah, there's a dark triad with a crazy shapeshifter with unstoppable powers.
These are all things Alex would go back to Roswell in a blink of an eye.
Why no one is finding it odd that he's not checked in yet?
There are other examples, fell free to add them in the comments if you want to.
My point is đĄđ€Ą
Episode 6 was a mess when it's supposed to lead the way to midseason.
To set up the revelations, plot twists, story arcs, and all.
They had 5 solid episodes and all for what? For this episode to be the connecting element for the first half and second half of the season?
It didn't deliver. Unfortunately.
My hope is that episode 7 picks up the pace again and give us all we are craving for: ANSWERS.
And the missing piece that will make all these plots happening right now fit each other.
Ok, now I'm done. Back to my positive bubble until proven otherwise.
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PS: Feel free to rant in the comments too. It's a safe space. I think we all need it.
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