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loqov · 3 years

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Better Not To Mess

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader

Summary: You like to create chaos, even if it’s just a tiny bit. Turns out, it’s not always a good idea.

Warnings: Swearing, Slight violence, Talking about mature themes.

Words: 4k

A/N: Hi. Thank you again for 50 followers. I’m really happy that you like my writing and I’m so grateful for all of your reblogs, comments, and likes. There’s a little something to ‘celebrate’ this occasion. Hope you like it :) Have a nice day/night.

Sometimes you just couldn’t help yourself. You couldn’t sit in one place giving in the peaceful atmosphere around you. You had to do something, your hands were twitching with anticipation. It was only worse after you got coffee.

And you got your partner in crime. Yelena. Yes, she was younger, and as an adult, you should be some kind of a role model for her. But you didn’t give a fuck. There were others at the tower who could take that place. That’s why you occupied the position of the laid-back 'sibling'. She saw you as that and it made your heart swoon when she first told you. You almost shed a tear, really.

The two of you liked to waltz around the compound and look for any possible victims that you could annoy or prank. It wasn’t always sunshine and rainbows. Like that one time you messed with Sam’s wings and he flew to the living area through the window, crashing to the TV and bar shelves full of expensive alcohol. You had to pay for all that shit. And yes, you tried to steal Tony’s credit card but decided that you didn’t really need that when you saw the glare your girlfriend sent you.

You knew some of the things you’d done made her angry. Sometimes she lost her patience with you. But she never did anything about that, so you continued doing your job. You were entirely devoted to that.

Like now. You and Peter were in the kitchen having a cup of tea. There was silence, only Spider-Boy’s slurping could be heard from time to time. You two were patiently observing the person before you who was examining his metal arm. The same metal arm you stole from him at night and took it to the lab to mess with it a little. Now, you were waiting for the results.

Yelena jogged to the kitchen a little out of breath. “Did I miss it?” She asked quickly, looking between you two.

You shook your head not taking your eyes away from Bucky. “Nah, it’s just getting to the main point.”

“Thank God.” She said relieved, sitting down next to you and looking at Bucky.

What was it that you did? Well, your best friend Bucky asked Clint to teach him archery a couple of days ago, and every time he was about to get ready and go outside, he always swung his metal arm pretty fast. You did a little something that abrupt movement of the arm would cause temporary loss of control, and that means, his arm could do anything and he wouldn’t be able to stop it.

Peter started jumping in his seat. “It’s gonna happen, it’s gonna happen.” He said excitedly with a huge smile on his face.

Not even a second later, Bucky swung his arm causing it to freeze and making him look at it. When he turned his head, his arm started moving in every fucking away, dragging him with its force. But then something happened. Something you didn’t expect, but it was even a better outcome. His metal arm swung at his face, hitting him straight in the nose and sending him to the ground.

The three of you burst into laughter at that. Yelena was lying her upper body on the countertop and Peter actually fell off of the stool he was sitting on. You had your head thrown back and arm over your stomach in an attempt to hold it, so it wouldn’t hurt that much.

Bucky was lying on the ground groaning with his eyes closed, holding his nose. “What the fuck.” You heard him muttering.

“That was amazing.” Yelena uttered between her laughs.

You turned your head to her and nodded. “I know. To be honest, I didn’t think it would happen. But it came out better than we wanted to. Right, Pete?” You said still laughing your ass off while Bucky was regaining his senses.

“Damn right.” He replied looking up at you from the spot where he was lying.

“James, you had a little spar with yourself there?” You asked him chuckling and lifting your tea to your lips to take a sip.

Bucky turned on his stomach and lifted himself on his knees and hands, standing up slowly. “Whatever you did Y/n, you’re gonna get your ass kicked for that right now.” He breathed out, wincing a little when he touched his nose.

You chuckled a little more before you saw the look on his face. Your eyes widened and your cup landed on the countertop. “Oh shit.” You exclaimed and bolted up, running the fuck away from him.

“Get back here you fucker.” He shouted, chasing you while Peter and Yelena continued dying out of laughter.

You passed a lot of hallways, some of them even twice, rounded a lot of corners, and finally hid in a vent, heading in the direction of a safe place. You knew you couldn’t go back to your room right now. First, it would be the first place Bucky was going to check. Second, Natasha was probably there and you didn’t exactly want to be on the red-head’s bad side at that moment. You had to wait for things to calm down.

┉

You dropped down from the vent and stood up, dusting off yourself. “You finally showed up.” You heard from your side, making you turn your head.

“Yeah, I had to make sure he wouldn’t be looking for me anymore.” You said, moving towards the bed and laying down next to the blonde. “You got it?”

She smiled mischievously. “Yup. It’s there.” She pointed at two big bottles filled with green sticky fluid.

You smirked rubbing your hands together. “You ready?” You asked her.

Her smile broadened and her eyebrow quirked. “Always.” She replied, making you two stand up and start walking out of her room, grabbing the bottles on your way, and heading to the armory.

When you got to your destination, the first thing you spotted was Steve’s shield. It was only more convenient for you to start with that. You opened one of the bottles and poured the green substance on the shield’s handle. It was slowly dripping on the floor. You grabbed a small gadget from your pocket and started freezing the sticky liquid. In the meantime, Yelena poured some of it into the boots of Tony’s suit.

“You think Nat will be pissed off?” She asked.

You two looked at each other, stopping what you were doing.

“Naaah.” You two said in unison, getting back to your previous actions. “And it’s not like we are doing something to her stuff. So we’re cool.” You added and Yelena hummed and nodded in agreement.

When the liquid on the handle was frozen you tried to grab it. Your hand immediately slipped out of it. You triumphantly smiled to yourself. “Nice.”

“Okay, boots are full of that green shit.” You heard Yelena saying, so you turned your head to her.

“Now, we just need to fill Bucky and Sam’s guns.” You told her and both of you moved to the cabinet with the weapons you needed. “All of them?” You asked.

“All of them.” She confirmed and started getting to work.

You took gun after gun, not even looking which one it was. You were too busy thinking about everybody’s faces when they would find out about this. You were happy and certain that everything was going according to plan.

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About three hours later you and Yelena were preparing another trap. Balloons filled with water above the kitchen door. Who would be the victim? Who knows? You didn’t care, you just wanted someone to walk through that door and get soaked.

When you were done, the two of you run behind a couch and crouched down, waiting for anybody to fall into the trap.

You heard footsteps and looked at each other with satisfied and mischievous smirks.

“Y/n.” You heard a voice shouting. The voice you didn’t want to hear. At least not with this tone. Your eyes widened and you quickly looked Yelena in the eyes. She had the same expression. Her mouth slightly parted. “Y/n, I swear to God, I know you’re here. Better come out right now.” She shouted again. Her voice sounding closer than before.

“We’re screwed.” Yelena whispered with fear in her eyes. You could only nod.

You were mentally preparing yourself for upcoming death. This time it wasn’t just scolding. It was full-ass shouting. You really had to fuck up.

“I’m telling you, if you don’t show up in the next second, your fate will be worse than you could ever expect.” Now you were scared shitless.

You honestly didn’t know what was the better choice here. You didn’t want to die, but if there’s something worse than that she would definitely do that.

You leaned your forehead against the younger girl’s forehead. “I love you, Lena, you’re like my little sister.” You whispered to the blonde.

She swallowed, nodding, and sighed quietly. “I love you too Y/n/n.” She replied. “If this is your last battle today, I promise to avenge you.”

You both smiled one last time and nodded at each other. You slowly lifted your head and turned it in the direction where the voice came from just to be met with a whole 5’3 feet, red-headed, green-eyed, giving you a dangerous look assassin, who was also called your girlfriend. You hoped that the last thing wouldn’t change in the next couple of minutes. Her body was filled with rage worth of 6’7 feet person.

How did she manage to keep it all inside of her? You asked yourself that a lot of times, and never came up with an answer. But now wasn’t the time for that. She was fuming. You never saw her so pissed off at you. You were really scared for your life. You visibly gulped and started standing up.

“Heeey, baby.” You started but one look from her made you stop faster than Pietro could ever run.

“Don’t you 'Hey baby' me.” She said, anger evident in her voice. You really wanted to get out of that situation.

“What’s up?” You tried again, poorly may I add. She narrowed her eyes at you so much you thought she actually closed them.

“What’s up? What’s up?” She repeated twice, not a good sign. It was never a good sign when she asked the same thing twice, even when doing it calmly. “What the actual fuck is this, Y/n?” She asked in a calmer voice, lifting up a gun.

You got a little confused. You started thinking if the answer you had at the tip of your tongue was a safe one in your current situation. But you being you, said it anyway. “A gun?” You replied. She clenched her jaw and gritted her teeth. Not a good answer, noted.

“Yes, I know.” She told you irritated. You felt like she would shoot you any moment now if it wasn’t for the fact that you were on the same team. And in a relationship. But that didn’t ease your mind, cause her face was telling a different story.

Suddenly her jaw relaxed, her whole face changed to a perfect picture of peacefulness. You felt fear growing inside you. You would much rather have her angry face than that right now. “What this gun should fire?” She asked, hanging it on her finger.

You didn’t know where this was going, but it was nothing good. “Baby I don’t rea-” You wanted to do anything to make her less mad at you for whatever that was that you did.

“It’s a simple question.” She started with a small smile. This wasn't genuine. “What this gun should fire?”

You briefly glanced at Yelena who was still crouching behind the couch with wide eyes that were looking at you with fear and sadness. ‘I’ll always remember you’ She mouthed to you with a sad smile.

You swallowed thickly, looking at the red-head. “Bullets.” She hummed, nodding, letting her gaze fall on the floor, before lifting her head and tilting it to the side.

“Correct.” She said. Gun still hanging on her finger. “Well, let’s test it, shall we?” She grabbed her gun and aimed at the wall, right next to your head, before pulling the trigger.

Green sticky liquid poured out of the barrel, dropping down on the floor in front of her. “If it’s supposed to fire the bullets, why the fuck is this green shit coming out of it instead of them?” She asked angrily, clenching her jaw again, and her arms crossed over her chest.

You smiled at her, earning yourself a glare. “Well, you see.” You chuckled nervously. “I- uh, like, you know.” You continued your incoherent answer. “That, I mean, it wasn’t-, well.” You scratched the side of your head. “Nat, baby?” You still tried.

“You better tell the truth, Y/l/n.” She almost growled at you. Calling you by your last name, you could dig yourself a grave at that point.

“I kinda wanted to, you know.” You cleared your throat. “Prank Bucky and Sam.” You emphasized their names.

“So why are my guns filled with it?” She asked frustrated as hell.

Well, she was hot as hell, so it would make sense tha- Not the time. You shook your head to get rid of those thoughts. “Well, I opened the cabinet and kinda~” You scratched your chin. “Kinda took one by one without looking.” You said, getting quieter with every word, hoping that somehow she wouldn't hear. Or that any miracle would happen. Cause you needed a miracle, desperately.

She closed her eyes and you took it as an opportunity to move towards the exit and away from Yelena, so she wouldn’t be seen in case the pure anger in human form wanted to come up to you.

You were so close. But she opened her eyes. She couldn’t wait ten fucking seconds longer. You were in deep shit. “And where are you going?” She asked, slowly walking towards you.

Then you both heard a silent thud. You knew who it was. Natasha looked in the direction of the couch and you started cursing under your breath. She changed her path and started walking up to the place where the noise came from. You almost jogged to her, grabbing her hand, risky idea but still, and trying to hold her in a place.

“Heey, babe, why don’t we fix that guns of yours?” Maybe mentioning the shit that you caused wasn’t the smartest idea.

“I’ll deal with you later.” You gulped at that. She started walking again, and you not thinking too much, grabbed her from behind and pulled her into you.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they were yours.” You said in a soft tone, trying everything to make her forget about walking there.

“Y/n.” She said in her normal tone, so you thought she wasn’t that mad at you anymore. “If you don’t take your hands off of me, you might end up not having them.” Your eyes widened and you immediately let go of her.

She got to the couch, crossed her arms over her chest, and started tapping her foot on the floor. “You wanna help with standing up or you’ll manage?” She said.

After a second you saw Yelena slowly standing up with an awkward smile, doing a small wave with her hand. “Heeeey sis.” She said with a wavering voice. “How are you doing on this fine day?” She asked, smiling while putting her hands on the top of the couch.

Natasha gave her a look and tilted her head slightly, making Yelena’s smile fade and look down while puckering her lips. “Don’t cross the line.” Natasha warned her.

“Got it.” Yelena replied quickly, lightly throwing her hand up to point at her sister and let it fall back on the top of the couch.

“Why are you here?” The red-head asked her.

Yelena looked up and glanced at you. Fear in both of your eyes. “Um you know. Just chilling around, and stuff like that.” Yelena said with a nonchalant shrug.

Natasha hummed, biting inside of her lip and narrowing her eyes a little. “Chilling?” She asked and Yelena nodded. “Okay, you deserve to relax.” The blonde looked up at that.

“Yup, like everybody else here.” The younger girl said.

Nat made a move as if she was going to turn around and walk away when she stopped herself and put one of her hands on her cheek. “Oh, by the way, I saw some balloons in the kitchen.”

“Oh, yeah, that is for a prrrr-” Yelena started saying not thinking too much, looking in the direction of the mentioned place when she caught herself and fixed it dragging out the word while she ran her eyes through you and to Natasha. The other Russian lifted her eyebrow. “Probably kids, that’s probably for kids. Clint’s kids” She ended and cleared her throat slightly.

The older one of the two was staring intensely at the other. “You really want to lie to me?” Yelena glanced at you again.

“I’m not lyi-” The blonde tried to say, keeping a cool expression.

“Go to your room.” Nat told her.

“But-” Once again, she was cut off

“Now, Yelena.” The stern tone made the younger woman glance at you again, you gave her a short nod saying that it was okay to leave you alone with the walking thunder.

You actually thought you were free and that she forgot about you for a moment when the red-head turned to you with a speed of the light. “And you.” She said, making you stumble backwards a little bit. “You were going around the compound and let Yelena do all this stuff again?”

“It’s not like that, we-” You wanted to explain, but to be honest, she was right, so you didn’t have any good excuse.

“I don’t care. You know how she is when you two start doing these things. The longer you do it, the worse it gets. It’s like that every time.” She said with a serious tone.

“It’s not that ba- Ou ou.” You didn’t get to defend yourself, cause she grabbed your ear and dragged you in the direction of your shared bedroom. “Babe, can you sto- Aah Ou.” You almost screamed when she twisted your ear. That shit really hurt.

She opened the door, still dragging you after her. She pulled you by your ear towards the bed, making you sit on it while she closed the door. You rubbed it with a pout. It was probably red as a tomato by now. You heard her clear her throat so you looked up. She was standing in front of you with her arms crossed over her chest.

You were awkwardly sitting, not knowing what to expect. “Yelena.” She suddenly said.

“That’s your sister’s name.” You kinda confirmed? You weren’t sure what this was about.

She narrowed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth. This scared you a little. She knew multiple ways of how to make you suffer. And no, it wasn’t in a violent way. It was a lot worse than that.

“I asked you to stop doing pranks on others with her.” She started.

You nodded. “Yes, that’s true. But we were only goofing around.” You replied looking at her.

“That’s the point Y/n. Your goofing around is pranking others. Causing this whole chaos at the tower.” She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

“We’re not that bad. We have it under control.” You told her while nodding slightly, putting your arms on the bed and leaning on them.

“Oh really?” You nodded again with a smile. “So you didn’t reprogram or whatever it was that you did to Bucky’s arm today, making him get hit by it?”

You puckered your lips at that, lowering your gaze a little in thought. You could tell the truth and listen to her scolding you. Or, you could lie, which probably wasn’t a good choice if she knew the truth, and get hit or something worse, aaand get scolded.

“No?” Yeah, you were dumb. Fortunately for you, it was your lucky day. She didn't react that bad.

She exhaled heavily through her nose. “Listen. Stop doing pranks on others with her. You two engage too much in that and it gets only worse. Someone will get seriously hurt someday.” She tried to reason with you.

“Okay, I’ll limit the pranks with Lena.” You gave in and she smiled.

Then her face became serious. “Now getting back to my guns.” You tensed at that. “Yeah, you better be worried.” She stated.

“Okay, wait a moment.” You told her, stretching your arm in front of you and holding up your pointing finger. “I told you I didn’t know. It was an accident.” You tried to defend yourself. “I thought you didn’t have your guns there and I wasn’t looking.” You explained to her, hoping she would let it go.

She hummed. “Still, the number of times you’ve done shit to the others is actually uncountable by now.” This wasn’t going the way you wanted. “So now, you’re gonna work for my forgiveness and it will be as an apology for ruining my guns as well.” She told you.

You nodded. “Totally.” You agreed. “What is it?”

“First, as I told you and you already agreed to it, you will stop doing pranks with Yelena.” She said, looking at you with ‘the’ look.

“Yes, I will limit th-” You started, but got cut off.

“You will stop doing pranks.” She emphasized.

“I will stop. Yes. What else?” You asked.

“You will clean and fix my guns that you ruined.” She told you.

You nodded. “Of course. I will do it right after our talk.” You replied, waiting for more.

She tilted her head a little. “You will bring me ice cream every day for two weeks now, and whenever I want to cuddle, you will cuddle with me.” She informed you.

“Yup, you got it.” You agreed, looking at the spot on the floor between you and her.

“Even when you play your stupid games, you will have to stop that and cuddle with me.” She added right after.

You pursed your lips for a second. “Okay. I can manage.” You said with confidence.

“And no sex for a week.” She said not missing a beat. But you certainly missed the words.

“Of course. No problem with tha- wait, what?” You started saying, nodding to yourself when you realized what she told you. “For a week?” She nodded. “But why?”

“There’s no why. You won’t get that~” She trailed off gesturing to herself. “For a week.”

Your mouth opened in shock. “Don’t you think it’s a little bit cruel?”

“No, I think it’s perfect in this situation.” She replied completely serious.

“Come on Nat, you can’t seriou-” You tried to get your sexy time back. But you were losing miserably.

“Two weeks.” She stated, turning and moving to the door. As she was about to put her hand on the doorknob you stood up and came up to her.

“Wait wait wait.” You told her, grabbing her hand to stop her, kinda scared now. This was the worst thing she was making you do. “Two weeks is a really long time. I think you exaggerate a li-”

“You want three weeks?” She asked looking up at you. Now you were definitely scared for yourself.

Shock, fear, and disbelief was written all over your face. You gulped slightly. “No, no. Two weeks is great.” You told her with a thumbs up.

She smiled sweetly patting your shoulder and standing on her tiptoes to kiss your cheek. “Thought so.” She said pulling away. “Next time think before you mess with my stuff.” You definitely would. “Now, get to work and fix my guns, baby.” She added with another smile, turning to the door again, and leaving your shared bedroom.

You heavily sighed, closing your eyes and throwing your head back with a groan. You started preparing yourself for the next two weeks.

After all, it wasn’t that bad. Except it was. From that day on, when you were pranking someone, you checked things twice to be sure everything was fine. You would never mess with Natasha’s stuff again.

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jessikahathaway · 3 years

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Ambrosia - Prologue

Park Jimin (Aphrodite) X Reader

Genre: GreekGod!AU, Genderbent Aphrodite!AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst, Slow Burn and Smut (Future)

Warnings: Mentions of terminal illness, Jimin in a SUIT, Namjoon being a lil nosy, profanity (if I forgot anything please let me know!)

Words: 3.1k (YA GIRL PROCRASTINATED TOO LONG AND DIDN'T GET THE FULL CHAPTER DONE SO WE'RE DOING A PROLOGUE. K? K.)

Summary: Cast out of Olympus with the task to find his one true love, Aphrodite is certain his match will come to him. But as the years drag on, what happens when the God of Love, gives up?

Days in a flower shop in the middle of a decent sized town can pass by fast or slow. There can be days with what feels like hundreds of orders coming through the tiny store, and then there are the days where the employees just wind up looking at their phones the whole time and not one soul passes through the door.

But on special days, all it takes is one person to walk through those doors and everything changes.

This is a story of one of those days.

Tuesdays could seriously go fuck off for all you cared. This particular Tuesday was proving to be a test on every ounce of your patience and every single time you heard that door bell ring as the gates of hell opened, your shoulders sagged a little more. Something about their flowers wasn’t right. The blue wasn’t like the sky but like the sea and that’s an issue. The flowers look wilted. Always something.

But, like you did every day you turned to the customer and gave them a huge smile, ready to help them with whatever they needed. Even if it meant losing your sanity little by little.

The day passed this way, going on and the clock didn’t seem to be moving at your desired pace. So, you sat on the chair behind the desk at the front and gazed out the window.

It was a warmer spring day.

The trees were budding and life was returning after a long winter. You loved this time of the year. Everything becoming new again, alive and welcoming. But, it also means more work for you. It’s never been a problem, but this past year has been particularly hard.

Your younger sister passed away.

She’d been fighting a long illness, one with a poor prognosis. At a young age you and Sana were placed in the foster system, living with a decent enough upbringing. The foster parents were never mean or cruel, but they weren’t your parents. Whom you barely remembered now. So when you turned eighteen you asked if you could become her legal guardian. Your foster parents had agreed, wishing you and her the best of luck...

But luck had never been on you or your sister’s side.

Her illness started to rapidly progress, causing more and more doctor’s visits and more money being pulled from your measly savings. It wasn’t enough. You were having to take out loans and everything just to keep the lights on in your apartment.

Sana, however, kept her spirits high no matter the situation. She was the positive one. The bright one that everyone gravitated towards in school. She was your light. And now your life is duller. Your sister loved to go through the streets in her wheelchair, looking at the budding leaves and flowers that were growing on the trees.

“Look Y/N!” she’d squeak. “They’re so beautiful. I want to open a flower shop, and I’m going to sell the most beautiful flowers to people.”

As her birthday present you decided to open the flower shop.

It was her last one.

Looking out at the spring blooming in front of you it was hard to be happy, knowing how much your sweet Sana would’ve loved it. Life often wasn’t fair, but you hadn’t expected it to be so. You weren’t a bad person, but bad things had happened. But you were alive, and had a life to keep living.

As much as the flower shop was Sana’s dream, you couldn’t sell it when she died. It had become your safe haven. A little place to call your own. Even if it was Sana’s dream, you had made it real. Real enough for the both of you, and now you gotta keep it going. Even if the loan to open it made your wallet want to cry, it was enough. Plenty.

Because it was yours.

A single tear fell down your cheek as you thought of your beloved sister, and her cute cheeks and beautiful eyes that never held an ounce of fear or regret. A few petals fell from the blossoming tree outside in the wind and fell to the ground in a swirl of pastel hues that made you smile.

More tears moved down your cheeks and you wiped them away in frustration. She wouldn’t want you to be upset, she’d want you to be happy and to continue with your life. Keep going and make something of yourself.

Sana used to say that you were always Y/N the big sister and never just... Y/N. And you knew it was true. You were supposed to take care of her, but now that she’s gone... T-There was no one to care for but yourself.

You’d have to be enough.

Suddenly, the bell above your door ran proudly, making your teary eyes refocus on the person entering the store. Those tears were quickly replaced with a look of wonder.

A man walked through the door, head held high and his eyes scanned the area like he was inspecting it. Wiping your already sweaty palms on your apron you approached him with a gentle smile.

“Welcome to Sana’s flowers, how can I assist you?” you asked, coming towards him. The man took in your appearance and a calm expression steeled over his face.

“Hi, are you Sana?” he asked, referring to the name.

“No, Sana was my sister,” you said, swallowing hard. The man seemed to understand.

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to impose,” he said, bowing lightly.

“You’re fine, no worries. How can I help you?” you asked, looking at his apparel.

He was dressed in a fine suit, tailored to his every inch, must’ve been expensive as hell. You could probably open a whole new section of your shop with the money he was dripping in.

You weren’t known for having an upper class clientele, not that the occasional businessman came in and asked for a bouquet of your finest flowers. Sometimes two... Shaking your head you focused on the man in front of you as best as you could. But, his features were so striking it was hard to keep your eyes from wander...

“Park Jimin,” he introduced, holding his hand out politely.

“Y/N,” you said, extending your own hand and taking his in yours. Shaking gently he gave a smile that could rival the very stars in the sky. This man was more breathtaking the longer you looked, making your palms start to sweat even more.

“A pleasure, Y/N,” he said. “I’m having an event to celebrate my family's company. It’s the 125 year of it’s business and we are looking to source from the local populace instead of corporations to provide a more intimate setting for the investors and other members of the company,” Jimin said, rambling off a lot of information for your sleep deprived brain.

“I see, so you’re looking for floral arrangements?” You asked, heading towards your book of options. Jimin followed you over, leaning towards you so close you could smell his cologne. A spicy scent that wasn’t overpowering but more... alluring? Inviting?

Shaking your head you pulled up your options of centerpieces and the like, showing him what styles you had available and Jimin paid close attention to each set. Asking questions about what flowers would look good in what vases and if they did better in foam or water.

“For events I prefer the foam personally. Less likelihood of someone knocking a vase over and water getting everywhere. But the flowers are more mobile in the water, so it’s about what you’re looking for in regards to the feel,” you said.

Jimin seemed to weigh his options for a moment. “I like the traditional styles you showed me. The simple little flowers decorating around the larger arrangements, it looks classy and provides the color I’m looking for,” he said, nodding.

Making a note you grabbed a notepad to start writing all the information down.

“So when is your event? A month, two?” You said, throwing out a few different times.

“Two weeks,” he said. You froze, swallowing hard.

“Ah, I see,” you said, biting your lip.

“Is that a problem?” He asked, looking up at your pained expression.

“It’s just, the flowers might take a minute to get here. And I arrange everything by hand, so it takes me a little longer. How many tables were you going to have and the garlands for the stairways as well?” You asked.

“Well as for tables I have 150 dinner tables, 50 cocktail tables and 8 large banquet tables. There are two main stairwells that wrap around to the main area so there will be about 400ft worth of garland necessary,” he calculated slowly.

“Okay,” you said, rubbing your temples slowly.

“How many people do you have on your payroll?” He asked, looking around and noticing the empty space.

“Just me. My friend Namjoon likes to come and help sometimes but he’s a full time nurse so,” you shrugged.

“Would you be able to do this in two weeks with just by yourself?” He asked, raising a brow.

“I can always try,” you said, giving a gentle smile.

“How much would it cost?” He asked.

“Depends on the flowers you want, you already picked the style so one second,” you said, grabbing your calculator and running the numbers really quick. “I can do expedited shipping on the flowers to get them here faster but then you run the risk of stems getting broken and not having enough. But I can order more to compensate but then that’s more money,” you said.

Finally you had a total and you frowned.

“It would be around $2,156 if we did the expedited shipping and ordered more flowers to compensate for the potential broken ones,” you said, biting your lip. That was a lot of money to spend on flowers for a simple dinner event. You knew it, but with everything he wanted and the time frame it was the best you could do... You didn’t even charge him for the probability of Namjoon helping. Because then it would jump up to the 3,000 dollar mark and you weren’t going to push your luck.

After a few moments, Jimin pulled out his checkbook and started writing the check out. Your eyes bulged when he pushed the piece of paper towards you, his pen clicking with a sense of finality.

“What kind of flowers should we get?” He said, a smile on his face. You looked down and almost flung the check right back at him.

$5,500

This man had just dropped over five thousand dollars without blinking.

“Th-This is too much,” you said, trying to push it back towards him.

“You charged me for base flowers, and it’s super short notice. Take the extra as a tip,” he smiled.

“I-I can’t accept over two thousand dollars as a tip. If I get audited I’ll be screwed,” you said.

“No you won’t, it’ll be fine. Please, take it,” he encouraged, placing the check back in front of you.

You swallowed thickly, trying to keep yourself from panicking. You did have a large loan payment coming up, and this would lessen that blow significantly...

But wasn’t it wrong?

“Alright...” you trailed off, taking the check and stamping it before putting it in your deposit bag.

“What type of flowers do you recommend using?” He asked, looking at you with a gentle gleam in his bright eyes.

“Peonies and hydrangeas are a great combo with complementary color palettes. I always love doing grass pieces as a nice natural moment but, baby's breath is a classic and more traditional if that’s what you’re looking for,” you said.

“Can we do the soft blue hydrangeas and white peonies?” He asked, looking at the sample photos you had.

“Yes, the white peonies would bring a nice fullness and the hydrangeas can add the color,” you explained.

“Perfect, let’s do that then,” he said, nodding.

“Okay! I’ll get the order to go in and get the expedited shipping and we should get them by the end of the week. They’ll go into the fridge and that should help keep them fresh,” you said.

“Here.”

You turned around to see a small card placed on the table in front of you.

“What’s this?” You asked, lifting the small thing to your eyes.

“My number,” he said, grinning. “Message me when the flowers come in.”

“O-Okay, absolutely!”

Jimin smiled then, a bright dazzle expression that had your mouth drying in longing.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Y/N,” he said.

“I look forward to it as well, Mr. Park,” you said politely. Jimin tutted and shook his head.

“No, Jimin will do just fine. Have a great day Y/N,” he waved, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

You looked at the numbers and sighed.

God you were so fucked.

—

“So, let me get this straight,” Namjoon said over the phone. “Hot guy in a suit comes in and orders a fuck ton of flowers you know you can’t do yourself and you agree because he dropped an extra few grand in the check? Y/N! You can’t do that, I’ll only be able to help you arrange the bouquets the day of. So you’ll have to put them all together yourself! When will you sleep? Eat? Poop!?!” He yelped.

“Firstly, my bowel movements are none of your concern,” you stated. “And second of all, I can’t refuse that kind of money! The next loan payment is going to fuck me over if I don’t have this padding. Please Joonie, tell me you can help me at least the night before,” you pleaded.

“I really can't Y/N, I’m working night rotation. So, I could maybe stop by in the morning but then the flowers have to sit longer,” he reasoned.

“Yeah I know... Can you switch?” You said, a soft voice replacing your whining.

“I wish I could, but there’s hardly any staff that night as it is. And we’re all pulling hours we don’t like. I can’t ask them to do more. Poor Taehyung has already covered me this month and I would rather throw myself in front of a car than ask again,” he said.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re busy and I’m desperate, but... I’ll figure it out,” you said, rubbing your face in exhaustion.

“What kind of asshat doesn’t come in until last minute to order a huge ass amount of floral arrangements?” Namjoon asked.

“An asshat named Park Jimin apparently,” you said, twisting the stem of a flower in front of you.

“You-You mean the Park Jimin?” Namjoon stuttered.

“I don’t know how many of them there are, Namjoon. I just know what this one looked like,” you said.

“Doesn’t he have like, neon pink hair or something?” He asked.

“Um, no? It was blonde-ish when he was in here,” you said.

“Plump lips?”

“Yeah?”

“Eyes that command the panties of women to drop?” He asked.

“Sir, my panties stayed firmly in place so I don’t know what the fuck you’re on about,” you huffed.

“For now, Y/N, for now. Anyways,” he said dismissively. “If this is the Park Jimin we’re talking about you need to be very careful.”

“What? What are you talking about,” you whispered.

“He’s like a sex God or something. He’s got game better than Jordan, okay? But he never commits to anyone,” he said, seriously.

You rolled your eyes, even though the man couldn’t see you.

“My heart isn’t in danger here, Namjoon. We’ll be fine. I can handle an attractive businessman,” you said.

“Yeah, but can your cum thirsty twat handle it?”

“Sir, I’m gonna hang up,” you warned.

“As a nurse I demand to know the last time you got laid,” he said. “It’s for you health of course.”

“That should be a HIPPA violation,” you complained.

“Yeah, not a friendship violation though. Tell me when was the last time you were left boneless between the sheets my guy,” he said.

“I don’t see how this has to do with floral arrangements,” you sighed. “But since your bitch ass needs to know it was about a year ago.”

“Well, maybe it is time to get back in the ring,” he reasoned.

“Namjoon, there’s no need to get me a suitor. You’re not my dad trying to get another cow on the farm or something,” you joked.

“Do you think Park Jimin would give me a cow if I gave him you?” He asked, sounding too serious for your liking.

“I’m really gonna hang up now,” you said, pulling your phone away from your face.

“Just, be safe Y/N! Don’t work too hard, I love you!” You heard screamed from the receiver.

“Yeah love you too Joonbug,” you said, hanging up and looking at the clock. The numbers glared back at you like they were judging you for being up this late. But you simply shrugged and went and took a much needed shower.

That man had you sweating like a sinner in church.

As you bathed you tried to think of your next plan of attack, but the water was too warm and soon you found yourself relaxing into the stream happily. Once you were done you cracked open a can of beer and sat down in your living room ready to start the night right, when a message floated across your screen.

Joonbug: IS THIS THE CULPRIT?!? Jpg.1013

You stared at the screen with an unamused face, but picked up your device anyway. Namjoon had sent you the picture and you could tell the fucker picked the first one off of google images like the lame hoe he was, but you looked regardless.

And, surprisingly, it was him.

The cherubic cheeks and wide smile, bright eyes and an alluring body. You sighed and texted him back.

Y/N: Yea, that’s him.

Joonbug: OH REAAALLLLYYYY???

Y/N: I hate you so much.

Joonbug: You can’t resist. THIS.

Y/N: I’ve resisted your rat poison for years, I think I got it.

Joonbug: EXcUSE MEEEE??? I am at least some kind of like, sexy poison???

Y/N: I’m dying either way, why do I care if it’s sexy or not?

Joonbug: :((((((

You left the conversation at that, but your mind began to wander. How were you going to finish this order and not embarrass yourself in front of a multimillionaire?

Maybe you bit off more than you can chew...

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The Crystal Ship - Part 1

Summary: Henry is the most dangerous crime lord in England, he has everything he wants and women throw themselves at his feet, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.

Pairing: AU! Mafia Boss!Henry Cavill x OFC (Ash)

Word count: 4.8K

Warnings: Smutty Smut, MaleDom Vibes, Stripping, Bad language, Sexual innuendo, dry humping, bodily fluids.

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this for a while and I only hope you guys will like it. As usual, I am nervous. It was supposed to be a one-shot but ended up being longer than I expected so I am dividing it into two parts for now. Many thanks to @agniavateira my sweet beta and helpful muse. Cover designed by me.

Please leave feedback 💖🥺 and more importantly, enjoy.

Title: The Crystal Ship

The sweet, smoky scent made his nose curl in repulsion. It was thick in the air, like a fruit that was too ripe, mere moments before rot sets in. Henry dreaded coming to the Imperial, even though it was the only safe ground to conduct business without having to deal with the district attorney's snout or any unwelcome eavesdropping. The club felt musty, drenched with bodily fluids and not in a good way. The men who frequented this place were foul animals; being amongst them made him feel as if their filth was rubbing onto him.

Sitting at the bar, he downed his whiskey, hissing while the fiery liquid hit the back of his throat. The bartender stood behind the counter, polishing some glasses and looking at the large man as he brooded on the sleek black marble of the counter.

Plastic neon lights flickered magenta and turquoise on the slick surface. An offensive contrast to the gloom that played inside Henry’s head. Life lacked vividness when everything was handed over on a golden tray. Money, beautiful women, fast cars.

The women of the club were especially keen on throwing themselves at his feet, thirsty for his attention and money which he was never willing to give.

“Please fuck me, Henry.” “Please let me suck your cock.”

As any man, he was flattered, though if he wanted to see a woman naked, he wouldn’t need to pay for it. Still, they circled him, desperately whining at his feet whenever he stepped into the club.

All except for her.

Big, almond-shaped eyes the colour of fertile light brown earth with a touch of green. Sitting on a barstool in the opposite direction. She was one of the girls working the club, no doubt. He didn’t imagine she was a gangster wearing fishnet stockings and a tight corset.

New girl, he gathered. He had never seen her pretty face before tonight. It was apparent she could sense his glance. Her body shifted uncomfortably, her irises focused on the straw of her tall glass of orange juice yet she never bothered looking back. Not even a smile on her nude lips.

Henry scoffed as a spike of interest surged through his mind. He spotted the long-haired beauty earlier as he sat through an infuriating meeting. Her big hazel eyes cut into his attention abruptly, focusing on his glare for a wisp before she swung away.

Treating him as if he was a nobody.

She chose to ignore him, much to his contempt.

Girl likes to play tough? Well, I happen to like bending things in my hands.

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Ash felt her hand prickle as she waited on the bar stool. Sipping on an orange juice, she watched as an ageing rich couple made out on a red vinyl booth while a curvy girl danced on their table. Candy-Apple, the girl who she was paired with for the night, disappeared to one of the VIP rooms with a customer. Instructed her to wait and not to take any customers alone, being still a trainee.

The Imperial had some strict dos and don’ts.

Little did Candy know, Ash had the miraculous gift of getting herself into sticky situations and for reasons she couldn’t explain, tonight felt like one of those nights.

Taking another sip, she exhaled nervously, the corset tight around her ribs, further pushing her already strangled lungs. It was her very first shift and she seemed to have fallen on a busy night. The customers were not too pushy, though. No one has smeared himself onto her while holding a pitcher of beer and smelling of peanuts on their breath. Candy promised that the owners won't touch the girls and don’t let anyone else touch them either. The Imperial might be a “gentlemen’s” club, but it was one of the safest joints for girls to work at in London.

It didn’t do anything to calm the anxiety that waited at the door as she felt the presence of the tall stranger who kept his eyes on her for the last couple of hours.

She “bumped” into him earlier as she walked around the ground floor. Broad shoulders and a face that looked as if it was put together from all the best parts found in heaven. He sat with three other men, looking like the superior one in the group. Fury burned in his eyes, yet his posture was composed which only made him look more frightening. It was a mistake to gander, she knew it deep in her heart, but he was an impressive specimen of a man. She couldn’t look away, not soon enough before their eyes met.

Now he was sitting a few meters away. A spiced drink sits in his glass, a ghost of a smile loomed over his face while his fingers were pressed to his temple in some sort of dark intrigue. He stared with the confidence of a man who knew he could have everything and it seemed like she fell on his aim.

Feeling uncomfortable, Ash broke her gaze and slipped off from her seat, wishing to find a place where she could hide from his hungry curiosity. This man had trouble written all over his arrogant posture and if she learnt anything about herself, it was that she was a magnet for chaos. She turned on her stilettos and crouched down for a second to rearrange the fishnet stockings around her thighs before straightening up moving on.

In the most natural order of things, the stranger was there to stand in her way.

Broad and mysterious, the man towered above her with a small smile edging his mouth. Up close, she noticed his copper-brown curls and eyes like smooth steel. They shone like sharp knives through the club’s neon lighting. His jaw was cut marble, defined lines soared across his high cheekbones and even his lips had the perfect cupid’s bow.

Ash registered him carefully and her heart murmured. No man should be this good looking; he was beautiful in manners that seemed unearthly.

“May I buy your precious time, love?”

His voice hung low and deep, smooth like a chocolate truffle that melted on one’s tongue.

The scent of danger filled Ash’s nostrils; it smelled like peated scotch, aftershave, and heady musk. Judging by his cool-grey tailored suit, it was quite clear that he was a businessman from the underworld kind.

He burnt hot, and a part of her was immediately drawn to the flame. Yet despite the thrill, he seemed much more perilous than any of the other criminals who lurked around the club. This man could easily fuck up some poor girl’s life.

In the dark cold cavern of the club, with his shadow casting over her face, the stranger seemed more like Hades than just the ordinary mobster.

“Maybe some other night”, she forced herself to refuse, doing her best to sound polite yet stern while offering an apologetic smile in the hope that he would accept her refusal and let her go.

She knew right away that wouldn’t please him. It was clear as vodka; he wasn’t a man who took no for an answer. The thought alone made her nerves shiver as if someone was sliding ice on her skin.

Henry ran his knuckle across the dimple of his chin. The signet ring on his pinky finger flickered on her hazel eyes in blinding silver. He took her in with a deep inhale. No, not even a drop of appreciation on her pretty face but he did detect a tinge of fear.

Interesting he mused, a small grin stretching his defined lips. The little dark-haired woman was either completely oblivious to who he was, or she was one of them ladies who had principles.

Whichever it was, it spiked his intrigue and made for a curious turn of events in a very boring night.

“Isn’t that what you do, darling? Dance for money?”

He asked as he waved two £50 bills between his long fingers as an offering. His accent was posh and not a fake one either. She imagined he grew up wealthy. How does a man who presumingly, could achieve everything in life wound up into a place like this, she wondered. Not that the Imperial club was anything sort of sleazy. It was owned by the largest underworld family and had a taste of an old cabaret. Male celebrities often visited the club aside from gangsters and corrupt politicians.

“It’s my first night I’m not really...”

Henry reached into his pocket, drawing six more £50 bills and offered it to her. The steel in his eyes softened for a moment, yet the peril still hovered on his face.

He was a man trying to appear harmless and the risk never seemed so alluring.

Chewing on her cheek, she stared at the money. It was enough to stock the fridge for at least a month but it wasn’t as even half as seductive as her stranger’s haunting charm.

Fuck it.

Taking a deep breath, her slender fingers reached toward the hand that held the cash. She snatched the money from between his digits and tucked it in her garter belt. Henry beamed, pleased that she agreed. Two large dimples creased his cheeks as if this man needed any more attractive features.

Ash wrapped her fingers around his wrist and led him through the depths of the club while her heart thundered in her chest. For some reason, it felt as if she was walking freely into a trap.

And yet, excitement boiled in her blood.

The cracks between their silent contract were filled by the beats of the monotonous music. They passed by the abundance of half-naked women who were coaxing different men around the bar, touching and smiling sweetly, serving them with nothing but the illusion that they are wanted, when in fact they were needed for nothing but a paycheck.

Henry followed the petite woman, anticipation coating his veins and spiralling a small grin on his face. He guessed that without her heels she’d be at the height of his shoulder, this pretty little thing with raven black hair. He was intrigued by the way she bravely withstood him, almost to the point of irritation. It seemed as if his spell was useless on her as she carried herself carelessly, unlike the many women who threw themselves at his feet, begging to be fucked.

There was something provoking in her, to the extent of him willing to break another one of his own rules and get a sense of what she felt from the inside.

Her fingertips pressed on his wrist, sensing the pulse within. His heart ran strong and confident but she imagined it would only be a matter of time until she’d have him a complete mess.

They all have the same weakness, no matter how much power they have.

The large spacious club narrowed into a slim corridor while teal and magenta-coloured lights danced diagonally across a mirrored tunnel. Their own reflections appeared several times, accompanying them as they arrived in an open room, guarded by a huge, square-shaped bodyguard with a shaved head, chewing on the dead skin of his thumb.

Henry eyed him carefully, giving him a small nod before following her into the room. The interior was dark, with a black ceiling and a black shiny floor, embellished with white LEDs that reflected on her red stiletto heels. An onyx leather couch waited in the middle next to a small edge table holding plenty of bottled hard liqueur.

“Make yourself comfortable.” She gestured toward the seat and shut the door behind her, taking a deep breath as she felt a slight increase in her heartbeat. In the confinement of the small space, the brooding man had the energy of a lion, hazing her senses and making her feel like nothing more but a fluffy little rabbit.

The leather squeaked beneath his weight as he shifted slightly, wide thighs spread open while he glanced at her rear. She turned to tinker with the stereo system, selecting a tune to dance to.

Browsing through the selection of beverages, Henry decided to treat himself to a bottle of smoked whiskey. He unturned a clean lowball on the table, the sharp hiss making her flinch and then slump her shoulders at the sound of thick liquid being poured. The odour of spiced ashes filled the room, mixing with his musk and her sweet perfume.

“Should I pour you one as well, pet?”

“I would rather not drink on the job,” she replied and pressed play. Soft synth tunes played through the speakers and Ash turned to him slowly, giving him a seductive glance.

“Depeche Mode, really?” He crooked an eyebrow and smiled with amusement before pressing the glass to his lips and eyeing her carefully.

“I thought this song is fitting for my first VIP client” she answered, and made sensual steps towards him, already feeling captive by the daggers on his eyes. Henry took another sip of the amber-gold drink and placed his glass aside, pressing his fingers against his temple while examining the woman who was running her hands over her corset.

“You’re my first too.”

“Bullshit,” she mocked, entering into the space between his knees.

Henry tilted his head, a small warning glare crossing his chiselled face. “Mind your tongue, sweetheart. You’re a lady, act like one.”

She bit her tongue, avoiding the small tremor that flapped from her chest all the way up to her throat like a tiny caged bird. The dominance and authority in his voice made her shiver, making her feel as if she was owned by more than just his money. She wondered what made a handsome man like him even bother paying for something he could get for free from any woman he wanted.

“Fuck,” she provoked, keeping the fear on her breath tucked well behind a sweet sultry smile. She took joy in the dissatisfaction that danced on his face as she cursed. “You know how this works, then?”

“You take off your clothes and dance on my lap like a good girl?”

“I can touch you, you don’t touch me.” she warned, and slowly fell to her knees between his thick thighs, following the hollowed drop in the melody. Henry stared down at her with a pleased look on his face, his eyes hued with wanton as she rolled the laces of her corset between her fingers and unwrapped herself like the sweetest present.

It wasn’t her first time giving a lap dance. She worked in strip clubs outside of London, but those were much smaller clubs that held no more than 40 guests. And none of her customers looked like Big Handsome Boss.

“That seems unfair,” he answered as she spread her corset open. Her perked nipples teased through the loosened fabric while she gave him a pouty look and pulled at the laces delicately until she was free of the confinement of her bodice.

Henry shifted in his seat uncomfortably while she revealed her body to him. Small breasts glowed heavenly in the LED lighting, skin pure and smooth like honey. He was forced to reach a hand to adjust the huge bulge that pooled with arousal while her fingers began stalking up to his knees like two big spiders.

Big boy, she noted, trying to deny the small electric tingle that ran mischievously between her legs.

“Many things in life are unfair, Mister…”

“Henry.”

“Henry,” she answered, her French-manicured nails scratching his thighs, eliciting a low growl from him that made her spine crawl. “Not that I imagine that a man like you would know.”

He let out a small chuckle, she wasn’t far from being right. The hardest thing in his life right now was the fact that a beautiful nymph was dancing between his thighs and he wasn’t allowed to touch her. Yet.

The little vixen clutched his thighs tightly and pushed herself up steadily, spine curving, her breasts displayed an inch from his lips. She climbed to his lap and straddled his waist, pressing her panty-clad crotch against his caged erection. A rogue moan escaped her lips as she felt the mass of his bulge between her legs, much to the large man’s delight.

It appeared she wasn’t all immune to his spell. Her breath was shaking in her throat as she pressed her hands against his chest, feeling the hard pecs under the soft cotton of his grey shirt. Henry was sturdy and large. She couldn’t help but wonder what he hid beneath his well-tailored outfit. His biceps were bigger than her head as he kept his arms folded; those thighs beneath her ass felt thicker than logs.

Her lustful gaze swayed to meet the sky in his eyes up close, detecting a slight imperfection in one of them: an earthly taint of brown. He gave her a slanted grin, descending to feast on the sight of her half-naked form with a flick of his tongue across his lip.

Red flags waved at the back of her mind. This man was the epitome of danger, drenched with dark lust and sinister grins. The fact that he was a sweet, sugary treat for a starving girl made for a sinful mixture, causing both distress and stickiness between her thighs.

Henry placed both his hands on the armrests, fingers digging into the onyx leather to hold himself from grabbing her slim waist and grinding her onto his cock. Her mound felt fiery hot onto the fabric of his trousers, and the slow tidal sway of her hips did nothing but engorge him even more.

“What’s your name, little minx?” He asked, his breath heavy and sweet with whiskey against her neck.

She hummed in response, closing her eyes and throwing her head back while her hands held onto his broad shoulders. The dark waterfalls of her hair streamed down behind her. Her torso stretched, bare breasts a delicious sight while she danced on his groin, increasing the friction that ran like smouldering heat.

“It’s… Lilith…” she answered, licking her lips as she felt the blood vibrating between them.

Henry groaned, enjoying the brush of her body against his. She moved in sensual waves- slow yet hard, like a storm inching an ocean. Her voice hummed softly in his ear, her almond-shaped eyes tricking him into believing he was desired, needed.

And perhaps he was, as her lips swelled red with passion and she danced on his cock with as much urgency to please herself as to please him.

“Your real name, pet.”

Ash closed her eyes and shook her head. “I am not allowed to tell you.”

“Fair enough,” he growled. He felt her increase the pace, pushing harder onto him. His self-control was vastly challenged. His breath became fervent fumes. He felt the moistness beneath his hands as he clutched tightly on the soft leather as if his life were dependent on it. The pulse in his organ became as rageful as a volcano.

“You look like you’re enjoying this as much as I am,” he murmured, letting his lips inch dangerously close against her neck. “I wonder if this sort of thing would happen with anyone else, or I’m special.”

Goosebumps spread through her skin, her nape felt a cold shiver. Ash swallowed hard. If this was a thriller film this was the point where she was supposed to turn back and save her skin, yet all she fancied was to push her cunt against menacing Henry and mewl as tinders of joy licked between her legs.

“Is that a problem, if I am?” She dared.

Unable to control his body’s natural instincts, Henry broke and bucked his hips roughly into her mound, giving in to her grind, growling as the collision created sparks of fire that increased the flame between them.

“Not at all,” he grunted, feeling droplets of sweat forming on his brow. “Only that I paid you.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself.”

And tendrils of pleasure were indeed within her grasp. Ash felt a tremble in her thighs. He was large and hard, demanding to be let inside her. She’d be lying if she didn’t want the same, imagining just how large a man of his size was.

She wondered how he’d fuck her, would he be as slow and rough as their carnal dance, or would he throw her on the bed and wreck her till she cried.

The dark gaze in his eyes made her lean toward the latter and darn if he didn’t look at her as if she was the most intoxicating woman on earth. Feeling the flush ride from her cheeks down to her chest, she turned around, pushing her ass against his cock instead. She wanted to come so badly, the throb between her legs mingled with the fear that tingled in her chest. She wanted to remind herself she was protected by the owners of the club and the man standing right outside, yet Henry made her doubt herself.

And for some reason, it only made her more excited.

“Touch me!” She demanded in a voice tainted with desperation.

There was no need to ask more than once. Her handsome stranger groaned the most beautiful melodies in her ear and reached his aching hands to squeeze her breasts. They moaned together as the much-needed bond had formed. Henry’s thumbs circled her nipples while his fingers kneaded on the fat of her flesh. She knew this was a mistake, he would leave his violet fingerprints all over her skin yet her judgment was clouded by the pleasure his touch elicited on her desperate flesh.

“Lilith.” Henry gasped, allowing himself to nuzzle the girl’s hair as she seemed completely lost to her own desires. “Do you fuck your boss?”

“I’m not a prostitute.” she answered breathlessly as one of his hands climbed up to her neck and held her jaw, drawing her head back onto his shoulder. His hips bucked harder against her ass, the pounding in his cock was nothing but white-hot fury. He held her tightly while she dug her nails into his thighs.

“Not what... I asked…” he gasped, his voice breaking between grunts.

“No.”

Ash felt his cock twitch beneath her and his moans chanted repeatedly, becoming louder and louder. The pulsating need inside her was unbearable yet it wasn’t enough, not for her. She needed to feel something inside her throbbing cunt yet she feared breaking the rules. Henry pushed against her ass with vigour, emitting inarticulate sounds until he clutched her tightly and gasped with pleasure.

For a few seconds, the room felt like the most radiant thing on earth.

Ash breathed out as his hot mess was sticky against her ass. Slight disappointment danced in her chest as she didn’t share his climax and her heart was still in rageful turmoil, furious for not being let to feel the much-needed pleasure. Yet a part of her was relieved that their contract has expired.

She might have managed to avoid trouble for once.

“Good.” Henry breathed out, panting heavily as he tried to adjust his lungs. His hands still covered her breasts, sensing the dampness of her skin against his sweaty palms

“Because I am your boss, darling.”

Her mind still fuzzy, Ash let out a confused chuckle which quickly died as the man beneath her didn’t join in her laughter. The rigidness on his breath sounded dead serious and the signet ring on his pinky finger suddenly felt cold against the softness of her breast.

“Cavill.” she called out, panic pitching her voice higher. “Henry Cavill…?”

“Mhmm.” he hummed with approval, an arrogant smile spread from the corners of his lips as he noticed the obvious shift in her mood. Still seated on his lap, she let out a trembling wheeze as her heart sank to her gut.

“You are not joking, are you?”

“No,” his voice rumbled, vibrating low and thick against her prickling spine.

Ash felt the sweat turn cold on her skin. Giving a small turn, she was unable to determine whether she should get up or remain seated on his groin. She could see the shit-eating grin on Henry’s sharp jaw from the corner of her eye and decided to gather her shaky feet to stand, nearly losing her balance as her heels suddenly despised her.

“Mr. Cavill, I’m so sorry,” she dropped her gaze to the floor, her hands covering her breasts nervously out of the misled thought she offended him. If he felt threatening before, now she felt pure terror making her blood sting. The Cavills were the most notorious organized crime family in the United Kingdom. Their web spun across each district, and they owned half of the police force in London.

She just made a filthy mess out of the trousers of a man who kills much more important people than her.

It was very much clear to her that it would take little to no effort to make a no one like Ashleigh Carr disappear.

The room began to feel as if it was depleted of air all of a sudden.

“Considering you just made me come all over my pants, you can call me Henry, or sir.” he corrected her in his deep voice while his piercing steel eyes focused on the obvious stain on his crotch.

Ash blinked, terrified as Henry reached for the phone at the back of his trousers. A muscle strained in his jaw while he scrolled through the device and then placed it against his ear. She opened her mouth to apologize once again, yet was silenced by Henry holding up his index finger gesturing “wait”.

“Sean, I will need a clean suit brought to the Imperial, ASAP. Make it a dark one.”

The crime lord ended the call with a friendly yet authoritative “Cheers,” before lifting his gaze to the slender girl who still stood at the same spot with eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Never in his life had he had a naked girl look at him with so much fear on her face.

It was an interesting new aspect.

Reaching down between his knees, Henry fished for her flimsy corset and pulled his heavy body upward. His long legs stretched as he stepped toward the horrified girl. Giving her a smile, he handed her the piece of garment.

She snatched it from his hand with slight hesitation while he stared down at her, his head tilting as if to further study the features of her face. She was too afraid to break eye contact, strapping the corset back around her body without saying another word.

“Lilith…” Henry called, his spiced breath hot on her face.

“Ash...Ashleigh,” she admitted.

“Ashleigh,” Henry pronounced her name softly in his low voice, giving a small dreamlike smirk as if it was the most beautiful name he ever heard. His tongue licked over his bottom lip while he drank the sight of her in.

“I’d like to fuck you.”

Ash stared at the man in front of her with surprise, lust still blooming between her thighs, her skin tingling with the imprint of his touch. Inside, she seared with passion and he was undoubtedly the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen with his kissable lips and crystal blue eyes.

But she detested the idea of being a whore. She never slept with a customer, nor was she willing to sleep with her boss.

Even if it cost her life.

“As I said, not a prostitute.”

“I have no intention of paying you,” he answered with a dry chuckle.

“You just did,” she answered and then took a deep breath, choosing not to say more. She still valued her life after all, no matter how pitiful it is.

Henry gave her a slanted smirk and began circling her like a predator stalking his prey. Careful eyes followed him, her breath measured with every step he took.

There was a spirit in her, warm and feisty. Defiant despite the fear that sparkled as clear as water in her beautiful eyes. In the cold, secluded room of his sinful club, he finally felt the thing he chased after for years. Passion. Desire.

And it was booming in his heart.

“I find you interesting, Ashleigh,” he replied and shoved his hand into the pocket of his jacket, drawing out a sharp silver card.

“But I am not one to beg, nor do I take pleasure in pressuring women to sleep with me.”

The card gleamed like a knife as he held it between his digits while waiting for her to accept it.

“This is my driver’s number, just in case you decide you do want to spend your night with me.”

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shirophantomvox · 3 years

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What is this Fuzzy Feeling? Part 3

Hello anon! This is for you! I am very surprised that you all like this little series! If it gains popularity, I will continue it. I would like to thank my new followers! I haven't been active on here because I am still in school and right now; it is kicking my butt. Anyway, I will fix the grammar errors later. For now, enjoy this fluffy fic!

Part 1 Part 2

The sound of each rain droplet hitting against the window seal felt ever so pleasant. The shine from the night sky somehow cast a beautiful gleam of light through my bedroom window. Inside my dorm room were a few Pumpkin Spice candles lit in each corner being dispersed. The smell of pumpkin pie filled my nostrils as I placed a piece in my mouth. I usually despised Pumpkin Pie, but after seeing my roommates partake in some, I decided I’d try it.

Summer is my favorite season. Every year for the last 23 years, I’d go to the carnival with my family, roller skate, go to the state fair, and just about any family fun venue in our state. The warm air always made me feel wonderful, but at the end of August, I could always sense a change in temperature. My mood would shift because school was starting again and that meant the weather would progressively be worse. Goodbye summer nights; I wish the fall would stay away. I only somewhat enjoy fall because I have someone to “keep me warm”. It is “hoodie season” and god knows I need a lot of them, but who wants to pay $50+ for a single hoodie? The additional light from each lightning strike added an odd romantic feeling to the atmosphere. I suddenly longed for my boyfriend’s presence.

“I’m so cold,” I silently said to myself.

A playlist of soft piano jazz played in the background as I laid vertically on my bed. I felt a sense of accomplishment as I completed all of my chemistry work for the week and passed both of my tests. Good things are coming my way. Opening a manga to where I left off, I read rather quickly. I often use a technique I learned in 1st grade, a “picture walk”. A Picture Walk comprises viewing images a chapter at a time and then reading the pages. This way, I can digest both the imagery and dialogue. So far, everything was flowing perfectly; the sound of the rain was steady, the smell of pumpkins became subtle as the lightning picked up speed. As comfortable as the air was, it tempted me to fall asleep, but the lingering thought of being embraced in my boyfriend’s arms kept me awake. Still, the thought of taking a brief nap overtook my brain. What felt like a 2-minute nap was actually a 3-hour snooze.

Throughout my slumber, the music continued to play and the smell of pumpkin pie continued to thrive, making me feel as if I was sleeping on clouds. Midway through my siesta, my heart fluttered. The fluttering sensation happened every minute and somehow made me feel delightful, but nothing came to mind why this happened. My trance slowly lightened as I could feel little soft movements on my skin. I could feel soft skin touching my neck and shoulder, sending slight shivers down my spine. The skin in those areas felt wet and lukewarm and yet I still didn’t awake from my sleep…. completely. Although I was fully aware of the events that were happening, I pretended to be asleep so the arousing sensation could continue. Just as I was about to wake up (because I couldn’t stop myself from jerking), soft skin met the top of my thigh, causing me to jerk and lose control. I already knew what this would have led to and even though I was not opposed to the idea, my roommate was going to return in one hour.

“I knew you were awake! You’re a horrible faker,” Hisoka said. His sharp nails scratched every inch of my body, sending shivers down my spine once again. His warm breath bounced against my neck as he pressed more kisses against the soft skin. The nails on his fingers were sharp indeed, but the fingertips were much softer than expected. Warm butterfly smooches against my cheek and the warmth of my skin made it seem like I was melting into a puddle. The smooth pads of his fingers made small circles on my waist and his long nails grazed my thighs. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care if he ripped off my shirt.

“What got you in such a cheerful mood?”

“Well, I’ve been studying all day and passed my finance midterm, so I figured I come here and celebrate!”

“Really? That’s great! I’m proud of you, babe!”

“I’m proud of myself. There were moments when I was too distracted and had to take a break.”

“Trust me, I understand. Don’t feel bad. Taking mental breathers is encouraged.”

“The workload wasn’t the problem”— the force of his forehead pinned against mine forced the back of my head to slam against the pillow. I firmly pressed my nose against his while his lips weren’t even an inch away— “the thought of your godlike nude body against mine nearly drove me wild. Devouring every bit of you is my goal. I’m sure you’ll be more than satisfied.”

A wave of heat swept over my face and in between my thighs, a blush being plastered all over. My ears were on fire! Oddly enough, I usually entertained Hisoka’s assertive passes, but this time, it was different. The hungry look in his eyes made my heart stop, my bones felt stiff, and left my eyes wide. I often have arousing dreams that involved him and me, but I am too afraid to partake in such an act. The fear of being interrupted stopped me every time.

“I—I—,” stuttering like a fool, I continued to stare into his golden orbs.

“What’s the matter, kitten? Cat’s got your tongue?”

Before I could respond, his lips gently placed two individual kisses on mine. His right index finger slid in between my chest and down my stomach. Knowing that I could melt like a stick of butter just by a single touch is something that I’m not proud of but have come to terms with.

“C-Can we just cuddle? I miss your warmth.”

“Of course, darling! That’s all you had to say.”

Hisoka’s arrogant chuckle made me blush more. He knew how I truly felt and admired how I controlled my impulsive feelings. Cuddling was on my do-to list, anyway.

The cold fall breeze seeped through the glass. I must have been shivering and didn’t realize it. At one point, I propped my head up using my forearm, and in another; Hisoka pulled me closer, leaving my head on my sheets instead of the pillow. His right arm was wrapped tightly around my torso while he pressed his nose against the back of my head. He gently placed two loving kisses on my lower neck in response to me placing my arm on top of his. The warmth radiating off our bodies made the entire room cozy; making my eyes flutter once again. The sounds of our steady breaths, the feeling of our synchronized heartbeats, and the warmth of our bodies felt heavenly. A few thoughts raced through my mind and caused me to wonder: “What is this fuzzy feeling?”

“I’m warming your heart,” Hisoka replied, stretching his body. “You broke my ice-cold heat and, who knows, you might have some tendencies of your own. Maybe that’s why we attract.”

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, the candles were blown out, the music stopped, and the rain came to a standstill. I lifted my head and saw that my roommate was fast asleep. Everything seemed to be frozen in its tracks except for my running thoughts. Nothing but a frightening phrase haunted my mind.

“You broke my ice-cold heat and, who knows, you might have some tendencies of your own. Maybe that’s why we attract.”

The morning sun’s rays shined through my bedroom windows, casting a godly glow on Hisoka’s face. I turned on my left side and, to my surprise, I nearly squealed at such a beauty. The sunlight pushed shadows away from Hisoka’s face, highlighting his sharp cheekbones, long eyelashes, and his lips. The softened expression made my heart do backflips as even a strong, prominent man can have soft moments. I smiled contently as I took a moment to realize how lucky I was.

The tip of my index finger traced the dip of his eyebrows to the shape of his nose and all around his face. My small index finger made its way to his right arm, tracing his muscles. Just as I was going to explore thigh muscles, he bats his eyes twice and smiled.

“Good morning, kitten. Did you sleep well?” he said, his voice deep and sluggish.

“It was amazing. Thank you for keeping me warm.”

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bradtomlovesya · 3 years

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𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥?

Based on this request --Here-- I hope you like it. I’m so proud of this one

Word counter: 2k

Warnings:

Smut/Explicit sex

Strong Vocabulary

A little Angst

“Okay Tris, come with me, i think is time to go” I help Tristan to stand up.

I am in a club with the guys celebrating the release of their new album, Tristan and Connor are already drunk but Lucee is taking Connor home in a taxi in this moment and i’m helping Brad with Tristan. Neither of us is drunk so he can drive to their house and then Brad said that can take me to mine.

Brad is holding one of tristan’s arms over his neck and me too with the other side. We leave Tris in the back sit, i enter in the passenger seat and then Brad enter in the pilot’s seat, We buckled up, he started the car and we headed to his home.

Neither of us say anything during the trip just because we are really bussy in our own thoughs to say anything.

I am just thinking about how his unbuttoned shirt allows me to look at his chest, that’s really hot, i’m not gonna lie and the truth is that i’ve been thinking about how could it be to have sex with him. He is very vocal so just imagine one of his moans in my ear makes me feel so wet, that filty thoughts make me cross my legs triying to stop the feeling. I’m sure Brad notices because he looks to my legs for a few seconds while we are stoped by a traffic light.

Wen we arrive i help him to left Tristan on his bed and then we close the door, he's too drunk to notice an earthquake.

“Thanks for helping me with Tris” He says walking thorugh the kitchen and i follow him.

“No problem, he is my friend too” I smile a little bit and he puts a cup of water in front of me. “Thank you” i take a sip.

“You’re welcome, darling” He takes a sip of his beer. “I have to say something, i’ve been waiting all night for that”

“What?” i ask curious looking at his eyes.

“You look so beautifull tonight, i’m in love with that dress, i swear no girl looks like you”

I swallow hard, i didn’t expect that.

“Thank you, you look really good to, especially your unbottoned shirt” I smile shily.

“Thanks too” he walks forward to me.

“Amm... I- I think should go now” I stutter.

“Why?” He smiles noticing my nervousness.

“It’s late and...” I stop talking because he grabs my waist.

“Yeah... it’s late and i guess that’s why you should stay here” he mutters pulling me closer to his body. “You sure you want to leave?”

“No, i don’t want to” i mutter looking into his eyes.

“Yes, love. I know you don’t want to” He puts a lock of my hair behind my ear. “You want to know how i know that?”

“Yes, tell me”

“Because i don’t want you to go home either” He kisses my lips softly and it take me a second to realize what is happening.

He breaks the kiss and look at my eyes.

“To whom i fucking lie” he runs his thumb across my lips “You’re so damn hot, babe”

“Shut up, i need more of that lips” I put my arms around his neck and take his lips in a kiss again, but this time with more ferocity.

He corresponds to the kiss and he lifts me up by my waist to leave me sitting on the kitchen counter. I opne my legs to let him stay between them and suddenly i’m running my fingers through his hair while he’s kissing my neck.

I let out a gasp when he puts his erection closer to my most private area, he lets out a grunt and bittes my neck leaving a few of purpple marks on my skin.

“Love, stop” he moves away from me a little.

“Did i do something wrong” I cross my legs feeling like a fool.

“Did i said you could close your legs?” He open my legs fastly and i gasp.

“No, but-”

“But nothing” He puts his fingers on my underwear and caresses me where my clit is.

I let out a moan “I’m sorry” i mutter closing my eyes trying to don’t moan.

“Shit, you want me to be bad with you, huh? You want me to punish you really bad?” He pulls his hand under my under wear and rub my clit.

“I- i’ve been a b- bad girl” I say between moans and my legs try to close again.

“Don’t, shit! Don’t close them” He puts two finger inside me and curls them starting to move them fast.

“I’m sorry, daddy” I try to don’t scream.

He groans and make his moves more deeper “Call me “daddy” once again and i will fuck you how you deserve”

“What did you say? Daddy?” i repeat.

“Fuck, okay, you asked for it” He leaves my pussy and start to walk upstairs “are you going to follow me or not?”

I nod and start walking behind them, he enters in his room and when i enter to he pushes against the door after close it. He unzip my dress leting it to end up on the floor, i unzip his pants and unbottoned the rest bottoms in his shirt leaving all of his clothes in the floor too. He tooks a condom from his bedside table and looks at me before put it on his cock.

“Are you ready and sure you want to do this?” He asks softly

“Yes, i’m ready and sure” I nod fastly.

He puts de condom in his cock and then enters in me slowly, i hold my breathe while he is entering and i let it go when he is completely inside me. He kiss my neck and don’t move waiting for my permission.

“You can move now” i mutter.

He starts to move a little slow but he notices i’m asking for more when i raise my pelvis and he starts to being more deeper and fastly with every thrust he does. I dig my nails in his back and start moaning very loud.

Everything in this feels like paradise and after minutes i feel my walls clenching round him and i know it’s the time for me to reach my high, Brad notices of this.

“Wait for me, babe, i’m gonna cum too” He starts moving roughly and after that him and i end together. He pulls outside me and colapses next to me before discard the condom.

“That was... wow” i say trying to reach my breathe.

“I know” He smiles kissing my forehead and after cover us with the blankets, we fall sleep.

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I wake up in the morning and Brad is not nex to me. I get out of bed and put on my undearwear and my dress.

“Good morning” Tris says while i walk through the kitchen “Did you slept here?”

“Good morning” I smile softly and move my head side to side looking for Brad.

“Brad isn’t here, he left really early”

“Uh, okay” i nod, maybe he has things to do. “I’m gonna go home” Tris nods and i leave the house, i take a taxi and go to my home”

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I’ts five in the afternoon and Brad didn’t even text me or call me yet. I am felling really anxious about how this is going to work between us. I’ve been in love with him since six months ago but i don’t want to interfere with him album.

I take my phone and start calling him giving strengths to myself.

“Hello?” Brad answers.

“Hey! uh.. umm, Hello” I say nervously.

“y/n, hey, how are you?”

How are you? that’s all he’s going to ask?

“I’m fine, i guess” i sigh “About last night...”

“Oh yeah, thanks for helping me with Tris”

“Sure but, i was referring to us”

“us?”

Doesn’t he remember?

“Yes, what happened between us, Brad”

“Uhh...Uhm, what are you talking about?”

He wasn’t drunk last night.

“This is a joke?”

“No, sorry. I don’t know what are you talking about”

He is just pretending that nothing happened and that makes my heart break.

“Forget it, was stupid. Goodbye, Brad”

I hang up the phone and then sits on my bed feeling the tears running down my cheeks, he just decides no pretend nothing happened while i’m feeling so stupid and so damn broken. How could i be so stupid? How could i think a simple girl like me could likes him? I’m just me and he’s Bradley Will Simpson.

I don’t even got a chance.

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A month has passed and i didn’t talk to Brad or none of the boys since that call. I don’t wanted to talk to one of them so i take my distance from them.

I was on my room watching a movie, my roomie isn’t here so i’m completely alone feeling miserable like every day. I miss my friends, but y miss more when everything was okay between Brad and i.

Ding-Dong

The door bell rings, i look trhough the window and is the pizza guy with his cap covering his face, i’m really hungry so i open the door fastly.

“Hello” i say and look to my wallet to take the money off but when i look at the front he raises his head and take off his cap leting me see who is.

“Hello...” Brad mutters.

“Brad... What are you doing with the pizza guy’s cap?” I frown.

“I give him 50 dollars if he lets me use it to give you your pizza”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t answer my calls and neither the calls from the voice, neither messages and you didn’t open the door the past two times i came here”

“Maybe is because i don’t want to see you or talk to you. Yo can leave now”

“No, i’m not gonna leave” He enters in my house “did i do something wrong? Please tell me because being away from you is killing me, love” He grabs my hand i walk away from him.

“Don’t call me like that” i huff “And of course you did something wrong”

“What did i do?”

I laugh sarcastically “this is incredible, you act like we didn’t have sex that night and then pretend everything’s going to be allright?”

“I-”

“No, you nothing. If you didn’t wanted nothing with me you could said it but not acting like nothing happens because it happens, Brad”

“I’m sorry, okay? I am in love with you but i know you don’t feel the same so i thought will be better if i act like that”

“Wait, what? In love with me? Sure” I put a sacastic tone.

“It’s true, i’m fully and completely in love with you” He sigh “I know i shouldn’t act like that”

“No, you shouldn’t, because i’m in love with you too, jerk”

“Seriously?” He asks surprised “Oh my fucking god i’m an idiot” He runs his hands through his hair “You should thought i just wanted to make it out with you”

“That was exactly what i think” i cross my arms.

“I didn’t! Okay... of course i wanted to make it ou with you but not just that! I swear, please believe me” he walks forward to me.

“And what do you wanted then?” i look at him.

“I don’t “wanted” I actually want you to be my grilfriend, that’s what i always wanted but i was so coward to tell you. I take the oportunity that night but i spoiled it with what i did. I was insecure about you don’t loving me back. I’m really really sorry” He grabs my hands.

“I believe you, but you’re so dumb sometimes” i laugh a little.

“I know” he laughs “i deserve it, What more am i?”

“An asshole, a bitch, a fool, crap, a piece of shit, a bastard a-”

“Okay okay, stop, i got it” he rolls his eyes.

“You’re that but i love you, Brad” i smile softly.

“Can i call you love?”

“Of course, boyfriend”

“I love you too, love” He kisses me slowly “I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend, i’m the most lucky guy in the whole world” He smiles

“Yes, the both of us are lucky” I smile and kiss him putting my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

I don’t want us to be separate again. Not now that we have each other.

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Hiii, I love your writing and I was wondering if you could do a Female! Reader X Daniel Sousa where he says prompt 13: “I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done.” (Sorry for my English, is not my first language)

The Way You Look Tonight

Plot: Y/n and Daniel Sousa go on an undercover mission, but Daniel seems...off.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: It’s sooo weird to write Daniel back in the 40’s/50’s after watching AOS. But I hope you enjoy! (And your English was perfect! 👌🏻)

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13: I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done

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It was a warm summer night in Los Angeles, on the swankier side of the city filled with fine hotels and nightclubs. The SSR had been trailing a former HYDRA operative for months but he’d escaped us each time we’d tried to bring him in. We’d gotten a tip that he’d be at a club tonight and I’d been assigned to go undercover and arrest him. Though I’d been fine with going alone, Chief Sousa had volunteered to go with me. We were arriving separately to preserve the facade that we were strangers meeting spontaneously. I was already sat at the bar, dressed far fancier than I typically did and sipping the drink I’d ordered.

“Pardon me, miss,” a familiar voice began behind me, “Is this seat taken?”

I turned to face Daniel, dressed in his smartest suit, who upon meeting my eyes looked almost dumbstruck. I couldn’t help but allow myself a few seconds to admire how handsome he looked.

“By all means,” I answered with a flirtatious smile, gesturing to the free barstool.

He scooted his seat closer to me so we could talk and ordered his drink, before turning back to me,

“Anything yet?” he asked quietly.

“Not yet,” I whispered, “But I’m going to excuse myself to the ladies room in a moment, that’ll allow me to get a full view of the place. If I spot him and he tries to bolt, I can chase him down but I’ll need you backing me up.”

He hadn’t answered me yet or even acknowledged my plan, he was simply staring at me.

“Daniel, are you with me?” I asked with a small laugh, nudging his arm.

He seemed to shake himself out of whatever daze he’d been in, “Uh, yeah, sorry. Sounds like a plan.”  I nodded and rose from my seat, walking past the dance floor and past various tables as I headed towards the bathroom. Selfishly, I needed a minute to pull myself together before continuing with the mission. Once I was within the privacy of the room, I locked the door and began giving myself a very familiar pep talk in the mirror,

“You are an SSR agent, under no circumstances are you to let your feelings for Daniel Sousa get in the way of this mission.”  It was taking an enormous amount of self control to keep my focus on what we’d come to do when all I wanted was for Daniel to pull me into his arms on the dance floor. We’d worked together for almost a year now and had become fast friends, somewhere along the line I’d fallen for him. It was grueling each day to go in and work so closely with him when I couldn’t do anything about my feelings.

I took a deep breath, collected myself and exited the room. I surveyed the dance floor once again, unable to find the man in the crowd. I scanned a couple of nearby tables, nothing but happy couples laughing and staring at each other lovingly. Okay, definitely not helping in my attempts to focus solely on the mission…

Finally, I spotted him. The ex-HYDRA member was seated at the same bar that Daniel and I had been at, only a few seats down. Upon Daniel seeing me again, I nodded towards the man and inconspicuously reached into my clutch to retrieve the pistol I carried. Daniel didn’t leave his seat but was alert and ready to move if the guy gave us the slightest bit of trouble. 

“Care to buy a girl a drink?” I asked in my most sultry tone as I stood behind the man.

He turned to take a look at me only to be met by a pistol pressed to his abdomen, “SSR, you’re under arrest.”

He ran his eyes over my figure before meeting my eyes, gave me a smug grin and bolted towards the nearby backdoor of the club. I took off after him, not waiting for Daniel to catch up knowing he’d catch up. I slammed my body into the door the guy had escaped out of and spotted him sprinting down the alley towards a car. Even in high heels I was a remarkably fast runner, something this guy was not, and was quickly gaining on him. Just as he was approaching his car, I tackled him to the ground and pinned his hands behind his back.

I pointed the gun at him, “Like I said…SSR, you’re under arrest.”  I heard Daniel panting behind me and whipped my head around, he’d just caught up to us.

“Sousa, cuffs,” I said, as the man tried to squirm out of my grasp to no avail.

Daniel seemed to be stuck for the second time of the night, all his attention focused solely on me.

“Sousa,” I repeated, “Cuffs.”  “Oh, right,” he snapped himself back into reality as he reached into his suit pocket and tossed me the handcuffs, “Sorry.”  —————

Back at the SSR, we’d interrogated the guy and found out he was at the club for an illegal weapons dealing. While he wouldn’t give up his contact, we were smart enough to narrow it down to a few names. It was almost midnight by the time we’d handed the man over to the cops, the office was completely empty except for me and Daniel. Since it was just us, I’d slipped off my uncomfortable heels and Daniel had removed his suit jacket and tie. For once, the atmosphere of the office was very relaxed.

“All in a day’s work,” I remarked as I leaned against the door of his office.

He smiled at me from behind his desk, but I could tell there was something going on he wasn’t telling me about. He wasn’t usually this quiet, at least not around me.  “Something bothering you, Chief?” I asked, stepping into the room.  “I wouldn’t call it a bother,” he said as he fiddled with his hands in his lap, “But there is something on my mind.”  I grabbed a chair and slid it over to his desk next to him, he rotated until we were face to face. Our knees brushed against each other lightly, I tried to ignore the adrenaline in my veins from being in such close proximity to him. I waited for him to start talking as he drew a deep breath,

“I’m no good at this kind of thing, but for the sake of the agency,” Daniel chuckled, “I think I have to at least try.”  I furrowed my brows in confusion but let him continue speaking,

“Y/n, I’ve fallen for you and it’s becoming difficult for me to get anything done,” he said with a small smile, “I come in here every day and have the hardest time doing my job because all I find myself doing is thinking about you. Like tonight, how many times did you have to wake me up from whatever daydream I was having?”

“Twice,” I answered with a laugh under my breath at the memory.

Daniel echoed me, “Twice. You wanna know why? Because I couldn’t stop thinking about gorgeous you looked sitting at the bar. Or in the alleyway, how fearless you were taking down that guy,” his smile lessened as the conversation went on, “I know that by doing this, I’ve probably scared you off and messed up our entire friendship but…I just couldn’t let another day go by without telling you how crazy I am about you.”

Words couldn’t begin to describe the joy that I felt in that moment. I’d pined after Daniel Sousa for months now, wishing every day that something would happen between us. Now here he was confessing to feeling the exact same way and thinking I would want nothing to do with him.  “Daniel, I-I…” I began but as he carefully took hold of one of my hands, I lost my train of thought.

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, Y/n. I will get over it, I promise.”  “What if I don’t want you to get over it?” I said, locking eyes with him as I placed my other hand over his.

He looked so hopeful as we sat in expectant silence, wondering who would break it first. Slowly, he stood up and pulled me up with him, clutching my hands to his chest. I took a step closer, leaving only a sliver of space between us. Giving me every opportunity to back out, he cautiously leaned down with me as his destination. I threw caution to the wind and rose to meet him, crashing my lips against his only to be met with the same enthusiasm. Daniel’s hands released mine to gently grasp my waist, while I gripped his white shirt to anchor myself to him. Our lips moved together slowly, there would be time for more passionate kisses, but this was a sweet moment that was to be savored.

After we pulled away, I kept my eyes closed and pressed my cheek to Daniel’s as he enveloped me in his arms. He started softly humming a Bing Crosby tune, one of my favorites. I’d always loved it when he sang, he was convinced he was terrible but even if he was, I wouldn’t have noticed.

 “If we wouldn’t have been on duty tonight,” he whispered close to my ear, sending goosebumps down my skin, “I’d have asked you to dance. I’d have held you close like this and wouldn’t have let you go even for a second.”

“Who says we still can’t have that?” I replied as I gently began to sway, picking up the song he’d been humming where he’d left off. Daniel caught onto what I was doing and quickly took over, moving our bodies back and forth as we sung the song together. I don’t know how long we stayed like that but however long it was, it wasn’t nearly enough. Luckily, I saw many more moments like it in mine and Daniel’s future…

Oh but, you're lovely

With your smile so warm, and your cheek so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

Just the way you look tonight

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makeupbychio · 4 years

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ily // C.H

pairing: Calum x Reader.

words: 2,3k.

warnings: fluff, a little bit of smut, swearing, spoilers about tv shows (Brooklyn 99 and Glee). English is not my first language.

a/n: I tried to do this genderless so I would love some feedback. Hope you like it, love y'all.

inspired by: a couple of shows that I watched during this quarantine.

It's a lovely and cozy night with Calum, whom cooked your favorite food and watching him during the process so dedicated to make it perfect like five stars restaurants made you looking at him with heart eyes the whole night. The tomato sauce was perfect and the pasta even more. You saw how he followed every single step of the recipe and refused you to help him.

After finishing dinner, you were enjoying red wine -the bottle is almost empty- and talking to him about everything and anything. He set the dining room with vanilla candles to make it more romantic. The warm lights lightly illuminating your faces was so charming.

Deeply inside you know that today it's been 4 months since you started dating, but Calum never brings topics like that or buys something every month and that's totally fine because you neither talk about it. He just surprises you with lovely details like this one in random days, not just when you have to celebrate something.

When he feels like it he does it. Sometimes he caught you off guard like that time he poured like two hundred sunflowers in your house just because, or when he bought you the coolest denim jacket when he was on tour and he said extra things like the jacket was made just for you. Or when he printed the pictures Andy took in a party you threw because he wanted to have them as memories not just in his phone. Also, you find cute when he is so excited to send you his playlists he does every month with his favorite songs -he also made a private playlist for you know, when you need privacy-.

Once finished dinner, you moved to the couch to start your nerd marathon of the shows you watch. He went to find a big blanket since it's cool outside due to the rain that's been going on for two days. He settled next to you and kissed your temple when you put your head on his chest and your hands on his ribcage.

"Come here, baby" Calum said wanting you closer.

"What's our mood today? Glee or Brooklyn 99?" you asked while you were concentrated on the TV screen searching for said shows.

“Both" you said at the same time. You explained how you can't wait to know what happens in the show. You agreed to watch Brooklyn 99 first and then Glee when you were cuddle in bed.

After finishing the Halloween heist chapter you were still laughing at Gina's funny surprises.

"Babe you would be the perfect Gina Linetti" Calum said when he stopped laughing.

"I'm going to take that as a really good compliment, what about you?" you asked him looking up to find his eyes.

"Hmm I don't know" Calum said confused. "We should take an online test to find out" he broke the cuddle position you both had in the couch to go find his computer.

"That's so Amy Santiago" you teased him while he was in another room. Then he came back showing you the electronic device.

He sat straight next to you again and searching for Buzzfeed quizzes related to the show.

"This one sounds pretty cool" he said focused on the screen and pointing the one he chose. While the link load slowly due to his weak WiFi signal you decided you will take the quiz first.

"K'" you said with the computer in your lap reading the questions and choosing the answers fast. "So this says I'm Gina Linetti externally and Amy Santiago internally". You read the caption under the results and it makes sense to you.

"I was right babe, now my turn" he said taking from you the computer. It was funny how he took this so seriously to the point he had his tongue out, a thing he does when he is working. Both of you kinda expected and not his results. "I'm Rosa Diaz externally and Jake Peralta internally".

"That's kinda sexy tho" you said biting your lip to refuse a giggle till you couldn't resist and start making fun of how bad ass but a puddle he is.

He stood up from the couch to lay against the wall with crossed arms looking at you how cute you looked all teasing him and also surprised with the results. "I can be the Jake Peralta to your Amy Santiago" he was now teasing you.

"Challenge accepted" you said before a moment of silence and Calum broke the ice.

"Oh gosh I love you so much" he said with all the emotion and then froze when he realized he said that out loud and not just inside his head. He waited for you to say something and as your surprised wide open eyes, he knew you weren't going to answer what he wanted.

"What?" you asked surprised, not to make him repeated the words but to confirm if it was reality.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take a shower before bed" he said quickly disappearing into the bathroom and took his shirt off. He felt so stupid, he tortured himself for a couple of minutes with thoughts like you don't feel the same way about him and how maybe that scared you and now you were going to run away. 'Stupid Cal' he said to himself before he decided to leave that for later.

In that short amount of minutes, in the other side of the room you were thinking about how he just threw the bomb at you with no warning. You felt bad that you didn't answer immediately, because you love him too but it was confusing how hours ago you were thinking about how he is not like that type of person to celebrate another month of your relationship or cheesy things but clearly he does. You thought how to fix this and your next move.

When you were about to knock the bathroom's door Calum surprised you opening it before your action. He was surprised too to find you inches apart from him.

"Jesus, y/n. Sorry, I thought you were still in the couch" he said when he stopped his rushing thoughts. "Are you okay?" asking if something happened or if you need something.

Calum was already with his shirt off and just with his jeans. You laid your fingers on his beautiful jaw to get him closer and kiss him.

"I love you too, Cal" you said looking up directly to his eyes, fingers still on his jaw and your lips barely touching his. You moved forward a little bit to get you both inside the bathroom so you can close the door. Your moves were slow and that made the intensity filled the room. You know, sexual tension.

You saw his sculpted tan back when he turned around to start the water. You bite your lip at the view. "Is Roy at home already?" you asked innocently him to be sure of something.

He laughed at you being cautious when multiple times before Roy definitely heard you both having sex. "I don't know, but that's cute from you to worry about my roommate's nightmares because of us" he was teasing you.

"Fuck you" you said realizing that the house is huge and that Roy's room is way far from where you were. So you can have an idea about how loud you have to be so he can hears you. Right now you don't care and at the same time hoping that Cal's roommate could be asleep.

You stepped closer to him and he couldn't resist it. It's not like he can't kiss you, he knows that he is allowed to that but he would kill for your kisses. He moved his head to reach your tinted cherry lips and started heating up rapidly the situation. He just cut the makeout session when you took off your shirt, then he removed the rest of his clothes to jump in into the shower. You bit your lip at the view and decided to join him so you took off your jeans too and stepped inside in underwear.

"Baby no! That combo is my fave" Calum said when your clothes got wet immediately because of the hot water. You laughed at his words like if he doesn't has a washing machine or a dryer. You laced your arms around his neck and kissed him under the water. "I've been holding this for a while and a lot of emotions and actions to show you how I feel but not anymore" he said and started to feel like he finally poured out what was stuck on his mind. "I wanted to tell you in a more romantic way than how I did it minutes ago watching Brooklyn 99, just pretend that we are outside under the rain so it could be more romantic like a Hollywood movie from the 50s" Calum said.

He rapidly interlaced both arms in the end of your back to keep your body close to his. You rested your arms around his neck and he went up a little bit with his hands to fight with your soaked bra and then took it off and throw it to the floor crossing the glass door. A cloud of steam was already formed because of the heat in the room.

Now just your panties were left but you were so focused tracing Calum's tattoos with your fingers while he admired you doing it. It gave him chills when you found his chest tattoo.

"I love your tattoo too, honey" he said with his hand moving down to the side of your left thigh where your tattoo is. Perfect time to lift you up and take off the last piece of clothes. Your legs around his waist and he got you holding you with his strong hands placed above your butt.

Calum laughed when you tried to hide your body. It was the first time you took a shower with him. But the only way to hide your body was pressing it harder against his.

From outside the shower your bodies seemed blurry because of the big amount of steam. That marks were erased when Calum lifted you up to hold your body against the wall, your legs were around his waist to give him better access.

Lust immediately filled your mind with the passionate kisses and how good felt when Cal pressed your body against the wall, still lifting you with his strong hands. God that hands and arms drive you crazy with his tattoos and notorious veins. Next he asked you for permission to fill your entrance, always making sure you were alright. You just nodded at him and he did it, your right arm so tight around the back of his neck and left hand holding against the glass leaving your handprint freshly.

You both failed at being quiet but the sound of water and the soundproofing walls gave you advantage. Words couldn't be found, just moans and kisses wherever you had access. Calum still holding you changed to another wall, now one hand holding you and the other pressed against the wall that gave him the balance and to keep pushing inside you.

"Calum, I'm close" you said whispering on his ear. He wanted to make you feel even better so he speed up his pace. The water was hitting Cal's back and was burning him with the marks you were leaving with your nails.

You tilted your head back when you reached your orgasm wanting to have your feet back on the floor and seconds later of friction he reached his edge too.

He pulled off and helped you to for real take a shower and clean the sweaty mess. Now the calm and tiredness hit you both once you left the bathroom ready to -do quite opposite like minutes ago- put comfy clothes and cuddle.

Calum dried your hair and you his. Once you put his baggy hoodie you jumped into the bed. You waited for him who was setting the heat for the house during the night.

While you watched Glee, with his head resting on your chest and stroking his curls, you thought about what he said earlier. Calum always sings the songs that he knows from the show and taps your skin gently at the beat of the music, and it's more than lovely to hear his beautiful voice.

“Babe, what did you mean when you said that you had been holding that for a while?” you asked him when the cast of the show ended the song they were performing. He looked up at you.

“Like a month ago we were watching Brooklyn 99 that chapter when Jake was in danger and Amy felt guilty because she never told him how she felt and that hit me” he spoke with all the honesty. You found that so cute and cheesy from him and it made sense to you because for a while he seemed that he wanted to say something important to you but you never asked or pushed him to do it.

You kissed his forehead and smiled at him. Before you both returned your attention to the show you said, “I love you”.

"I love you too" he said. "I think you would be a perfect Mercedes" he started again teasing you about the characters of the shows you watch together, you are going to get used to this.

You tried to break the closeness of his head in your chest because he knows that you don't have a beautiful talent and voice like Mercedes. "Ha ha very funny. So in that case you would be Sam?" you raised your brows at him because even when you love Sam, he's a player.

"I think we can only resolve this with a quizz" he said smirking at you.

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objection-argumentative · 3 years

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Soulmates Part 6

Masterlist!

I know his dad is already dead in the show, but I want him alive for the drama. if you have any ideas or feedback, please let me know

I hope you’re enjoying it!

Kelsey eyes fluttered open at 5:50 am; she could feel Rafael staring down at her. "you know if you take a picture, it will last longer" Kelsey smiled up to Rafael over sweetly as she got to throw the statement right back into his face. He chuckled lightly. "Don't worry, dulce chica, I intend to. I have to go soon. I have to get ready for work and change my suit." Kelsey nodded and snuggled back into the older man "just five more minutes." Rafael kissed her temple "baby, I need to get going. My uber is ten minutes away from your apartment, and we have a busy day at work." The couple got out of bed. Kelsey took her robe off the bathroom door and tied it around herself, and brushed her teeth while Rafael got dressed back into last night's clothes.

Kelsey walked out of the bathroom to Rafael; he was buttoning up his coat. The young detective pulled him into a warm embrace. "I know I am going to see you in a few hours, but I don't want you to go." "I know neither do I chica dulce" Rafael kissed her temple and removed himself from her embrace. "My uber is here, baby. I will see you soon." Kelsey nodded her head as he exited her apartment.

At 8:50 am, Kelsey walked through from the lift to her desk. She didn't have time to get her usual coffee order as she decided to have a bath instead of a shower; because of this decision, she didn't have time to do her makeup or grab herself a coffee. Kelsey felt self-conscious because she didn't have any of her makeup on, and she hadn't had her daily caffeine fix.

Just as Kelsey got to her desk, an arm came round from the back of her and produced her vanilla latte "one vanilla latte that is far too sweet to be called coffee for a sweet girl" she turned around, and he was grinning from ear to ear. Rafael placed a kiss on Kelsey's lips that turned heated very fast; they pulled away from each other as soon as they heard the catcalls from the squad. The couple smirked at each other "I think we have an audience counselor." she whispered to the older man as she took the coffee cup from Rafael's hand. Kelsey turned back to her desk to turn on her laptop just as the ADA stepped away from her.

*7 pm that evening*

"Excuse me, are you a detective? I want to report an assault on my daughter's behalf. My name is Mrs. Emily Junave" an older white woman with ginger hair approached Kelsey's desk. "yes, ma'am, I am. How about you make yourself comfortable over there on one of those leather seats, and I will grab my partner, and we can discuss the assault."

Kelsey and Rollins followed the older woman to the seats and sat down; " I'm detective Kelsey Hardy, and this is Detective Amanda Rollins, so you say that your daughter may have been assaulted." "Yes, that's is correct. Katie has been feeling very unwell recently, and I took her to the doctor's office this morning, and we have just found out she is 14 weeks pregnant," the older woman explained. "Does Katie have a boyfriend that could be the father of her unborn child?" detective Rollins questioned "No, there aren't any significant men in her life; both her grandfathers died before she was born, and my husband left Katie and me when she was three years old, and Katie doesn't have a boyfriend; she isn't allowed." "Mrs. Junave, how old is Katie?" Kelsey asking cautiously, feeling like there is something she is missing "Katie is 25; we were going to have a big party to celebrate." Both of the detectives looked at each other and looked back at the older woman in front of them. "Mrs. Junave, did Katie tell you that she has been assaulted?" Kelsey cocked her head to the side as she waited for the older lady reply "No, she didn't, but I know that Katie didn't willingly have sex with anyone." the older woman looked between the two blonde detectives and realized that she wasn't getting anywhere. The two detectives believed that she was just an overprotective mama bear. "You don't believe me, do you? I know my daughter couldn't consent to sex. If you don't think I'm telling the truth, come and find out for yourself."

The older lady took off down the corridor with the detectives hot on her heels. The three women stop at the wooden benches in a nearby hall. When they got to the wooden benches, they could see a young larger girl sat down. She faced the window so nobody could see her. Mrs. Junave crouched down to be level with her daughter; "Katie, can you say hello to the nice detectives?" Katie turned around and faced the two blonde women. Rollins and Kelsey looked at each other, shocked as they didn't expect Katie to be Down syndrome. "Hello," Katie replied bluntly. "Hi Katie, My name is Amanda, and this is Kelsey. We are going to help you." Mrs. Junave ushered Katie up and held her hand "well, if you excuse me, detectives, Katie has had a long day, and it's her bedtime now. We will come in tomorrow morning to answer your questions and pass along any information that you need." Like that, the mother and daughter were heading towards the exit, ignoring the detective's calls to bring them back.

"Rollins, Hardy, what we got?" Captain Cragen asked as he came out of his office. "25-year-old Katie Junave, She has been brought in by the mother as she is 14 weeks pregnant. The mother claimed she had been raped as she isn't allowed a boyfriend or has any significant males in her life." Rollins answered "so we have a very delusional mother thinking her little girl is innocent and pure, and then all of a sudden she finds out she is pregnant, which shatters that idea, and now she is crying rape?" Rafael walked from the bullpen to the desks to hear about the new case." "Counselor, it's not like that. The girl is down syndrome which is tricky because we don't know what level she is or what happened. We just spoke to the mother, and we briefly met Katie before she was whisked off for bedtime." Kelsey spoke with frustration in her voice towards the mother.

Kelsey sat down at her desk to type up the notes from the disclosure made by Mrs. Junave. Rafael came up behind her and started kneading the Knots out of her neck "why don't you finish up your notes, and you can come to my apartment. I will cook, we can have some wine and watch trashy tv. We could even stop by your apartment for an overnight bag?" "That sounds amazing. Give me an hour to finish up, and I will meet you at my apartment." Rafael could burst with happiness right now. "Okay, dulce chica, I'm going to my office to drop these files off and go to the market to pick supplies. I will see you in an hour."

Kelsey finished up and headed home; as she walked through the door, she could see her roommate Joanne on the couch watching some documentary. "Who were you sneaking out of the apartment this morning?" Joanne quizzed "My soulmate Rafael Barba, which happens to be my squads ADA at work." Joanne looked at her in disbelief "You have a soulmate bond?" kelsey rolled up her sleeve and showed her roommate her scar. "I'm so happy for you, Kels. You deserve to be happy in life and make your own choices. Promise me ill get to meet him soon, and we can have a girl's night to discuss him" Kelsey laughed at her best friend. "Of course we can. We can discuss all the nitty-gritty details over cocktails, but right now, I need to pack an overnight bag as I am spending the night at his place."

Kelsey walked to her bedroom and packed a bag for herself. She added her makeup and toiletries bag with her clothes and PJs. Kelsey zipped the bag up and placed it on the floor. Just as she stood straight, Kelsey saw him lent up against the door frame. He then made his way over to her and pulled her in for a chaste kiss. "Hey baby, uber is downstairs if you're ready" she nodded her head and grabbed her bag. Leaving the apartment, she said goodbye to Joanne, and they both made their way downstairs.

Kelsey and Rafael were cuddling on the couch with a glass of white wine each, relaxing in each other's company. All of sudden, there was pounding on his front door. It was as if the person's life depended on being in the apartment. Rafael opened the door, fully intending to shout at the individual who was ruining his perfect evening. But as the door swung open and two furious older women stormed into the apartment.

They didn't even see Kelsey sitting on the couch in their rage. "Rafi, he has outdone himself this time. He is moving back home from Miami. He is also getting married-she is nineteen," the younger woman of the pair fumed at Rafael. Then it was the older one's turn to speak. "He wants a second chance of a relationship with you. as if you would leave everything in the past and forget to play happy families with him and his child bride." both women were looking at Rafael expectantly for a reaction. he sighed heavily. "Mami, Abuela, would you like a glass of wine?" both women shrieked. "WINE! YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUS,". he sighed again, and kelsey rubbed his back "nothing that man does ever surprises me anymore. My father is a law of himself, and we are all dolls in his theatre. If he wants to reach out, let him it won't last long like his marriage. He will be back onto better things soon."

The two women look defeated."I guess your right, Rafi. He makes me mad that he lives likes this with no consequences." The older woman spoke. The younger woman hasn't stopped staring at Kelsey since she rubbed her son's back. "Who are you?" Rafael gives his mother a warning look " This is Miss Kelsey Hardy. She is a new detective with the Manhattan Special Victims Unit and so happens to be my soulmate." he then rolls his sleeves up and shows the room his scar; there is a deafening silence.

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night-raven-dorms · 5 years

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Spicy Headcanons

A/N: Yup. This is my milestone celebration gift. I just want to say a big BIG thank you to everyone for following because I was honestly not expecting the blog to grow this quickly. I made this blog with the mentality that it would get lost in the sea of blogs that are so much better than this one. Then a week later I get smacked in the face with 50 followers, and now we’re hitting close to 100. That being said, I decided to combine the 50 and 100 milestone. Enjoy you spice lovers~! Also I’m just noticing now how long Malleus and Idia’s went on... whoops. Also I apologize if these are cringe

- The forever grateful GW

Idia Shroud:

A switch (I’ll explain later)

As you probably could all guess, he was shy about the first couple of times you did it, so you had to take lead

When he gets the hang of things

Have fun

One of the things that drives him wild is if and when you keep his sweatshirt on while you guys do it.

You have done a lot of things in his computer chair

You have, and multiple times, sucked his dick underneath his desk. A couple of times it lead to you riding him in the chair

Speaking of riding him, that’s his favorite position because he can see all of you. Not only that, but he can keep you close and kiss you

Luckily you don’t have the “dead fish” problem with him. He loves to hold your hips to set a pace, and he does thrust into you.

He’s a bit on the whiner side of moaning

Did I ever mention that he is a god with his mouth? Because he is.

The boy has woken you up by giving you head before on multiple occasions because he likes watching you slowly come to realization and come undone. Just saying

Hey, remember when I said he was a switch?

Well, one time you were being a tease and edging him on, and you could have sworn you saw his hair flicker red. You kept doing it and he suddenly flipped you over. His hair was dark red and he had a certain look in his eyes (if anyone has seen the “Idia online” picture someone did. Yeah it’s that one)

You didn’t walk after that one

Yeah, Idia has two modes: online red mode and blue mode

Blue Idia is a gentle, cute, submissive, bottom

Red Idia is a sexy hot piece of dominant top

Red Idia moans are 😚👌

Red Idia’s favorite position is face down ass up

It’S tHe BeSt oF bOtH wOrLdS

Also he probably builds his own toys. Ignihyde is the tech dorm

He has a thing for thigh high socks. Pass it on

He’s a butt guy. Just trust me.

And just between you and me... I heard he likes getting hickies from you

Malleus Draconia:

This boy is a gentle Dom. He’s a lot stronger than he looks, and he doesn’t want to hurt you

Worships you like a god(dess). He doesn’t have a favorite part of your body. He loves all of you

Top but leaning switch. He likes to take charge, but if you want to ride him, go for it.

Guy or girl, he will treat you like a pillow princess. Like, he will literally take care of you in bed

(You’ll understand this one if you’ve read the Diasomnia dorm HC’s) Malleus puffing out smoke is oddly attractive and lowkey cute don’t @ me

It mostly happens when he gets frustrated. i.e. one time when he was close to cumming in your mouth, he huffed out of frustration when you suddenly stopped, and you could see a really light cloud of smoke escape his lips

Speaking of lips, he loves to kiss you when either of you are close. Tbh he just wants to show his love for you

Just because I keep mentioning how sweet he is, doesn’t mean he can’t be a little rough because he can, and will if asked/brought to that state

You can always tell when he’s like that because his pupils are dilated so thin

Even if his thrusts get deeper, harder, and faster he won’t ever harm you besides making you sore. Like – for example – you wanted him to choke you, he’ll only pit a hand around your neck but won’t actually commit to it

He’s actually pretty vanilla. The farthest he’s gone (so far at least) is blindfolding and ice play. He’s not really into the freaky during sex unlike a certain pink and black haired boy i know 👀

He loves it when you grip onto him

Listen, he’s probably touch starved let him have this

And give special love and attention to the two huge scars on his back. He’ll practically melt if you do

Btw, his favorite position is missionary because he can see all of you and other reasons stated above

Oh yeah,

He has stamina. And when I say stamina, I mean stamina

Azul Ashengrotto:

Another gentle dom... or so it seemed

The first couple of times, he treated you lovingly and was very gentlemanly about it. You could always tell something was off though

One day/night before you guys started you told him to “not hold back anymore” and he was hesitant about it.

“Are you sure?”

“Azul I’m not a piece of paper.”

Yeah, you couldn’t walk the next day

He’s got two modes (like Idia lol) one is where he’s loving, and the other is sadistic

He can and more than likely will dirty talk you. He’ll stop if you feel uncomfortable with it

There are two main places: the bedroom and his office

Being dorm leader and manager puts a lot of stress on him and he’s gotta release the stress and anger somehow

When you guys do it in the office, you’re bent over/on his work desk

Floyd and Jade hear you guys but don’t say anything. They do give you knowing glances though

Shower sex

One time you were messing around at the lounge and you found the employee uniforms and put one on. Azul walked in on you and just lost it

Jade and Floyd yeeted out of there real fast

There was the other time you dressed as a maid too

Alright look, I’m not saying he has tentacles, but he can probably summon some. Cue the “I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going”

One of the best people to give after care (the other being Vil, but that’s for another time). Like while you’re cleaning up he makes you your favorite drink, changes the sheets, helps you get dressed, and cuddles you until you fall asleep

Trey Clover:

One of the two tops in Heartslabyul

If any of you are surprised, look at his face. His face alone says it all

I hope you’re prepared because this boy is one of the rougher and riskier ones

He’s also a bastard

Quickies in the bathroom between classes. Somehow you both don’t get caught

I’m going to be very real with you, he’s a bit of a sadist

Orgasm denials you for fun

Enjoys watching you attempt to get yourself off when he suddenly stops using his hand

The type of person that just stops thrusting when he sees your about to cum

Listen, if you want to be on top, you gotta assert yourself. Like literally keep your hands on his chest and start moving (he knows he’s stronger than you and can probably flip you, but he let’s you do your thing)

Wall sex with impatient Trey. Just imagine it

Likes to mark your body with hickies. He’ll put it in places you can hide it. He’s not that much of an asshole

If you really want to turn the tables on him, suck his dick. Cool demeanor = gone

Has made an interesting way to tutor you for classes you struggle in

Aka the more questions you get right, the faster his hand goes. The more you get wrong it gets slower

Now you maybe wondering why I keep mentioning his hands. That’s because he has the “yaoi hands.” You know the guys hands that are super nice, big, with the long fingers

Listen, I know I said he’s a top, but one of his favorite positions is when your in his lap leaning back on him as he thrusts into you

One time you jokingly wore a crown, and he literally called you a king/queen the entire time. Safe to say you were shook

Divus Crewel:

Ah yes. Divus Crewel

He is all types of everything

Do I even need to make the joke of what position he likes the most? Because uh 🐶

He got you a beautifully made red collar. There was a doggy tag, but you take it off when you wear it in public so it looks like a choker. All the students are confused when the professor gets shaken up when his assistant walks in to hand him papers

Being with Divus means you have a lot of nice and pricy clothing. Lingerie included (for my females out there)

His favorite on you is black and red babydoll with little white bows. That plus one of his fur coats makes him feral crazy. Be ready to be pounded

You guys have done some risky stuff. Like you hiding underneath his office desk and giving him head. Or you wearing a vibrator while you were working on papers (he started turning it up when he was bored). Or you guys having a quickie in the staff bathroom

Time to address the elephant in the room: the riding crop

He uses it to give you, ahem, “punishments” 👀

He has multiple, but they all look the same. You can’t tell the difference, but he can and he constantly teases you about telling the students what it’s used for

You’ve gotten a glove kink because of him

Will go down on you like an all you can eat buffet (he’s probably had you sit on his face before)

Doesn’t exactly moan, but he does pant

get it like a dog? (someone shoot me for that... jk don’t really pls)

He uses his tie as a blindfold and/or gag

Highly recommend that you pull his hair a bit. He loves it

He has a love seat in his bedroom...

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a-n-conrad · 4 years

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Fighting and Flirting (Bakugo x Reader)

Chapter 3: Day One

[Summary: It’s time to start your first day at UA. Time to make new friends, and maybe new rivals. How will you get along with all of your new classmates, and how will you handle your first interaction with the notorious UA hothead.]

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You had been pacing through your room for basically the whole week since your exam. Your parents had gotten home from their work trip about three days ago and they were getting pretty annoyed at the constant footsteps, but you couldn’t sit still. You should be getting your results soon, and you were anxious about whether or not you made it in. While you were sure you did well enough, you also knew that there were plenty of people who had done better than you, and UA had high standards. You may have been at the top of your six in the race, but your group was the slowest on average. And you still weren’t sure how well you did on the written portion of the exam. You huffed out another sigh as your legs started to get tired, and you just about threw yourself onto your bed.

“(Y/N), you have a letter from UA,” You heard your mom shout from the kitchen. You stoop up so fast after hearing those words that you nearly hit your head on the bedframe.

“Coming!”

You run to the kitchen as fast as you can, almost tripping over multiple piles of books and clothes. As you finally rush through the door, you find your mom, standing in the kitchen, a confused look on her face and a letter in her hand.

“Um, here,” She says, handing it to you, before watching you rush back to your room to open it and find out your results.

“Alright,” You breath, trying to calm yourself down before you open the envelope, “Let’s see”

Inside you find a screen, which quickly lights up to display an image of All Might, a hero you hadn’t quite expected to see. You weren’t sure exactly who worked at UA, but you didn’t think All Might did.

“Hello, young (L/N)!” His voice booms through the speakers of the screen, his trademark smile on his face.

The All Might on-screen starts to explain a few things to you, including his new teaching position and the criteria of the tests. You try your best to listen, but you can’t help but wish he would just get to the results a little faster.

“Now for the information that I’m sure you’ve been waiting for,” you tune your brain back in to the information on the screen, “I’m happy to announce that you have been accepted into my Alma Mater, UA! You’ll be starting in class 1-A at the beginning of the school year. I hope to see you do well, young hero.”

You feel yourself let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. You had made it in, and along with that, you had made it into class 1-A, which you were sure Shoto had also made it into. After you finally process the information, you quickly fumble for your phone, almost dropping it multiple times as you try to pull it out of your pocket and reach your messaging app.

(Y/N): SHHHHHHOOOOOOOOO

Sho: I’m guessing you got your acceptance letter?

(Y/N): Well, when you put it like that it doesn’t sound as exciting… :(

Sho: It’s just not surprising.

Sho: I told you that you’d make it in.

(Y/N): Yeah? Well, if you know everything, what class did I get in?

Sho: 1-A

(Y/N): D:<

You huff and pout, dramatically, despite knowing full well that he couldn’t see you. As much as you were going to pout about Shoto not being as surprised as you were, you were excited to start school. You’d finally get to prove that you could be a good hero, even without a destructive quirk.

- - - - -

It was finally time for your first day of class. Shoto told you to meet him outside of his house before school so you two could walk to class together. You were honestly kind of surprised about your lack of nerves on your first day of school, but instead of being worried about how the day was going to go, you were so excited to meet all of your new classmates.

“Are you ready for UA?” He asked as the two of you started walking towards the campus. He knew how nervous you could get sometimes, and while he was sure not to make it too obvious, he was worried about how you were doing.

“Yeah, I’m actually really excited,” You said, unable to control your grin, “We get to meet all sorts of new people with cool quirks, and we get pro heroes as teachers. It’s really exciting.”

He nodded and the two of you continued your walk, chatting lightheartedly for the rest of your way to the campus, bouncing theories off of each other as to what quirks your classmates and teachers could possibly have. You were so excited to get to spar with some new quirks. Maybe you’d finally get to test out some new tactics that would work against some quirks that were different than Shoto’s.

Soon enough you made it to the campus, and two of you made your way to the classroom to wait for your class to start. Already in the room were plenty of your new classmates, the ones that really caught your eye being a small group that had been forming on one side of the classroom. The group consisted of a tall boy with sleek, dark blue hair and glasses, a petite-looking girl with short brown hair, and a small, nervous-looking boy with messy green hair. They looked like they could make interesting friends, and they looked far more inviting than the blond that was sitting at one of the desks, glaring daggers at anyone who looked his way. You and Shoto split off so that you could go meet your new classmates without having to drag your broody, introverted friend along, and you started walking over to the group.

“Hey,” You said, waving at them as you made your way over, “I’m (L/N) (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you guys.”

“Oh, you must be one of the recommendation students, I didn’t see you at the entrance exam,” The blue-haired boy says, he looks kind of stiff, but his voice quickly lets you know that he’s not nervous around you, he’s just overly formal, “I’m Iida Tenya, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

The other two quickly introduce themselves as Uraraka and Midoriya and the four of you sit and talk for a little before class starts. You had to admit that the three of them seemed like they’d be good people to get to know. Iida seemed like he was plenty smart, Midoriya seemed pretty passionate after he starts to get a little more confident, and Uraraka seemed really sweet and caring. You had no doubt that the three of them had some sort of drive to be there and you could definitely respect that.

“Alright, everyone, be quiet and sit down,” a man says as he walks into the room. He has shaggy black hair, a long scarf, and eyes that make him look like he hasn’t slept in days, “My name is Aizawa Shota, and I’ll be your homeroom teacher for the year.”

You and all of your classmates, twenty of them in total, all sit and listen as your teacher introduces himself. While you were sure that he was a pro, he neglected to inform you as to what his hero name was. You were pretty sure you had seen him somewhere before, though.

“Everyone get your PE uniforms on and meet me at the PE grounds,” He says, after finishing his introduction. With that and no other explanation, he walks out of the room, leaving you all to follow his instructions.

- - - - -

You don’t trust this situation. While your classmates were celebrating the appearance of fun that the quirk test has, you knew better than to assume that this would be as fun as everyone thought. Best case scenario, it’s for a grade, worst case, well…

“And, you should all do your best, because the student at the bottom of the ranks will be expelled,” The announcement comes as a shock to most of your classmates, but you had almost seen it coming. The look in Mr.Aizawa’s eyes didn’t say that he was just going to let all of you had fun. There was more to this, and you knew that already.

As the tests were about to start, the murmur that had taken over the crowd faded, and a determined silence fell over the class instead. You looked around at all of your new classmates and at that moment you knew that all of you had one thing in common. None of them were planning on giving up and neither were you.

Your first test was a 50-meter dash. Most of you were paired up to race in twos, but you ended up joining in a group of three since your class was uneven. It was a little awkward like that, but it didn’t stop you from winning. Neither of the people you were paired up with had speed-based quirks and it really didn’t seem like either of them were regularly athletic. The only downside was that the entire time you were running one of your classmates, a small boy with purple balls on the top of his head, had been staring at your ass. As though you wouldn’t notice the drool when you turned around.

After the next few tests, it was time for the pitch. You had noticed that Midoriya was yet to use his quirk and you were starting to get really curious as to what it was. Even you had used your sonic boom when it came to the long jump. Your ears had finally stopped ringing and you were planning on using it again on this next test. The test that Aizawa had asked the angry-looking blonde boy to demonstrate when you first started. The pitch test.

“Hey, Midoriya, are you doing alright?” You asked, he had started looking like he was about to throw up and had begun muttering to himself, which seemed to be a habit of his when he was thinking.

“Oh, yeah,” He said, attempting to sound convincing. You were pretty good at reading people, due to growing up with Shoto, and he seemed to be really bad at hiding his feelings, “I’m just trying to think about how I’m going to do this.”

“I’ve just noticed you haven’t used your quirk yet. Is something wrong?”

“Well,” He started, looking even more nervous, “It’s a bit complicated.”

You nod and continue to watch as your classmates compete to get the farthest pitch. This test seemed like it was made for Uraraka, as she sent her so far into space that the measuring device couldn’t even give her a number. And the blond boy who had been used as the example earlier, whose name you finally figured out was Bakugo, got his just over 705 meters with his explosions. You had to admit that his quirk was kind of cool, but he really just seemed like a jerk.

Finally, it was your turn. You stood at the throwing position, already having done your first throw without your quirk, taking a second to focus yourself before throwing the baseball as far as you could, focusing at the last second to create a sonic boom to launch it forward. You watched nervously as it was propelled forward. Finally, the machine that was giving you your results for this test displayed your score. 700 meters. You sighed in relief and walked back to the crowd, taking a spot next to Shoto, as Midoriya walked up to the pitching spot.

As he walked up, you heard a conversation within the crowd around you. You couldn’t make out much with your limited hearing after a sonic boom, but you could tell that it had something to do with Midoriya. From what you could tell, it was Bakugo talking to Iida about him, and, though you couldn’t make out what he was saying, Bakugo didn’t sound all that pleased when it came to Midoriya. Though, to be completely honest, you couldn’t tell if it was his regular level of annoyed or if he was specifically upset with your green-haired classmate.

You watched as he did his first throw. He still didn’t use his quirk, but this time he looked a lot more surprised when he didn’t do very well. He looked around shocked, and you watched as Aizawa towered over him, obviously saying something, but with the distance and your ringing ears you couldn’t quite make out what it was. All you could really tell was that it was a very intense lecture, and considering how intense Aizawa looks regularly, that’s saying something.

Finally, the conversation between the two ended, and whatever had been said, Midoriya seemed even more determined than before. He resumed his position, and with a very intense look on his face, threw his second pitch. This time, at the last second, before the ball left his hand, it launched forward, spiraling away from him about as fast as Bakugo’s had gone. And, when the machine finally displayed his score it confirmed your comparison. He had thrown his 0.1 meters farther than Bakugo. Uraraka cheered, and Iida made a comment about his finger, which you then noticed did look to be in pretty bad shape.

“Deku, you nerd, what the hell was that!?” The voice of the blond that he had just outdone echoed through the PE area, loud enough that even you could hear it.

You ran over to the blond, grabbing his shoulder before he could charge forward, “Bakugo, calm down. You’re going to get yourself in trouble.”

“Shut up, Boombox,” he hissed, pushing past you and running at Midoriya.

You watch, frozen in shock at the way he had brushed you off, as he ran towards your new friend, holding out his hands in a way that obviously conveyed his intentions of using his quirk against the boy.

Just before he got the chance, he was grabbed by something. You watched as Aizawa used his scarf, obviously a capture weapon, to grab your hot-headed classmate and hold him back, glaring at him unblinkingly as he used his quirk. Your teacher eventually talked the boy down, and you were able to move on to your last challenges, but you couldn’t let go of your annoyance towards the fiery loudmouth who has just shoved you out of the way.

Before you knew it, all of the tests were done and Aizawa was presenting your scores. You scanned the board for your name, happy to find Shoto in second place, and even happier to find yourself in 5th, between Iida and Tokoyami. After you spent your moment in relief, you looked at the last spot, only to find, at number 21, was Midoriya. You looked at him, only to find a look of heartbreak that made your heart hurt a little.

“Now, as you know, I mention at the beginning of this activity that the person ranked at the bottom of this list will be expelled,” Aizawa starts, sounding a bit bored by the whole situation, “However, that isn’t true. None of you are going to be expelled today.”

You hear a gasp run through the crowd again, and watch as a smug look drops off of Bakugo’s face.

“What?” Iida asks, looking slightly offended, “So that was a lie?”

“It was a logical deception,” Aizawa responded, “To make sure that you all put in your best work. This isn’t a game, it’s hero training. That’ll be all today. You’re dismissed.”

With that, you began leaving the class, all feeling slightly different about how the day had gone. Midoriya was just relieved to stick around. Bakugo was annoyed at what happened with Midoriya. And as you and Shoto walked home you couldn’t help but feel a bit of resentment starting to form towards Bakugo.

Taglist: @reyna-avila-ramirez-alreanaldo

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo #bnha katsuki bakugou #bnha #bnha x reader #shoto todoroki #deku

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justherekinda · 4 years

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In Your Dreams // part 1

Summary: Kelsea thought it would be like every other day at her work. She’d take care of things, work her double shift and then leave. An accident causes an unexpected with a face she only knew through a screen. And boy did she not expect things to go like this.

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1542

California is a wonderful place; after all it is called the land of opportunity, right? That was my thoughts when I first moved out once I finished my degree work in my home state. Although, I did see my life being a tad different than it is currently. I spend about every day and night working in a local animal hospital around the LA area. Rather than doing the partying and random hooking up with celebrities that my young self was convinced would happen. I can’t complain though, I’m doing what I always wanted to be doing with my life and that was helping animals of all shapes and sizes become well again. I didn’t realize that saving one particular dogs life would throw my life through the ringer and make me make choices that seemed only real in books. Hi, my names Kelsea Smith and this is the story of how decisions can come back and bite you in the ass.

It was a normal Thursday evening at the hospital, cats coming in for nail trims and a few scheduled surgeries occurring throughout the day. Keeping me busy, of course, but it wasn’t one of those days that sent nerves running through me, well it wasn’t until I heard the noise erupting in the entrance. Soon enough I was yanked into the surgical wing and was saving the life of a little guy that goes by the name of Ronnie. A small precious boy that had 50% pitbull, 50% chihuahua underlined per the owners request in the file. The receptionist informed me right as I was getting ready to head home that Ronnie had swallowed a squeaker from one of his toys and the X-rays showed it couldn’t pass. In general, the surgery is quite simple but working on such a little guy always made nerves send through me. It was a simple mishap that turned to a very dangerous test of fate that would leave the little guy recovering for a few weeks. Once we had gotten him all stitched up and ready, I finally walked out to meet the owner who had not left since bringing him in. Imagine my surprise of coming face to face with a man whose videos helped fill my free time through college. The moment I heard his voice say, ‘You must be Dr. Smith, is my Ronnie gonna be okay?’, was when I flashed back to the time that I had first heard that voice.

The ranting I have done in private to my friend Rachel about a specific aggravation had helped me but I couldn’t figure out why the pit in my stomach was still there. That’s when I decided to explore on YouTube a bit to try and distract myself from all the drama that was slowly being created on my timeline. I didn’t realize how much it was bothering until I landed on a video that eased the feeling almost instantly. I didn’t stray too far of course from the friend group of his but I did land on a guy named Aryia. Luckily enough, it was his most recent music video for ‘Bad Boy’ and I knew I’d be sucked in from there.

The flashback that occurred in my head ended as fast as it came, and I was back standing in front of this man whose dog I had just saved. “And you must be this happy boys owner and please call me Kelsea, never was a fan of my last name,” the words flowed out with ease, a smile growing across my lips.

His eyes locked with mine, giving a quick glance over my scrub covered body before he held out his hand to shake mine gently. “I’m Aryia, thank you so much for saving my baby.” He said, sincerity clear in his voice. I handed him the leash over once our handshake ended, not being able to control the flush coming onto my cheeks as our fingers brushed.

“It was a simple procedure that surprisingly we have had to do with a multiple amount of dogs.” I said, a smile coming across my lips as I spoke about the passion I luckily got to have for a job.

“And for Ronnie,” I began, bending down to scratch the sweet boy under the chin gently. “He’s going to be just fine. Gonna need a checkup here in a few weeks but he’s going to make a complete recovery.”

Once those words flowed out of my mouth, I stood back up straight to look at him with a grin. The sight before me was probably one of the cutest I’ve seen in my time working here. Aryia bent down to give Ronnie repeated kisses on the top of his head, making his tail wag even quicker than it already was. Lets just say the scene in front of me made a feeling erupt in my stomach that’s never happened before with my other patients.

That’s when his eyes glanced up at me, the pure joy obvious in his smile before he said swiftly, ‘Thank you so much again Dr… I mean Kelsea, I owe you.”

Puzzlement showed clear on my face, my nose scrunching up as I went to wave my hand again. I was about to go on another tangent about how it was my job before he gave a halfhearted laugh. I watched as he stood up again, his arms crossing over his chest before saying, “And before you say I don’t need to, either way I’m going to.”

I couldn’t help but notice the smirk spreading across his lips as he turned back and walked to the counter to discuss payments I presume.

Right before the two of them walked out the door, I called to them, “Call if you have any questions!” He shot me a thumbs up, adding an extra pep to his step as the doors closed behind him. I thought nothing of my little phrase, considering I said it to all my new patients. I should’ve known better than to assume nothing of it when it came to him. That was until the daily phone calls to the office started coming in from a specific guy asking about his dog Ronnie.

The first few that came in I just let the receptionist handle due to me being with other patients at the time, only hearing the tales of “Is Dr. Kelsea there? Ronnie swallowed a grape will he be alright?” and “Ronnie keeps sneezing a lot, is it possible for dogs to get colds?” Those were only a few of the questions Aryia called with within two weeks time. When the fifth one for that day came in after around a week of hearing the tales of why he was calling I finally personally answered.

“Los Angeles Animal Hospital, this is Dr. Kelsea, how can I help you?” I said, a smug smile coming across my lips as I heard a chuckle from the speaker.

The smirk in this tone was obvious as he said, “You know you’re a hard one to reach, thought I was gunna have to make a trip again.” I glanced around the office area, seeing it mostly being empty due to it being close to closing time. When my eyes finally landed on the receptionist, Ashley, sitting beside me, she had a knowing smirk spread across her lips. The look on her face made a blush spread across my cheeks, clearing my throat slightly as I responded back to him.

“What can I say, I’m a busy one. Now, Aryia am I going to have to report you to PETA for mistreatment of sweet Ronnie or are you gonna ask me for my personal number?” I watched as Ashleys mouth dropped, her fist pumping in the air as I bit back a giggle threatening to slip. I heard a few chuckles from the opposite end before hearing the cockiness start to grow in his voice.

“Well maybe that was my whole plan all along? I just wanted to hear that sweet voice, tragic you kept it from me over two weeks.”

I let out a slight scoff that was soon followed by a slight laugh, shaking my head slightly before I said back, “Dunno if you have my sweet tone and my annoyed tone confused, I guess since you won’t ask,” I said in a sing song voice. ‘I’ll just give the phone back to Ashley, for your, I’m sure, really worrisome question.”

A slight snort was let out from the opposite end, the smile clear in his voice, “Can I pleaseeeee get your number Kelsea, I promise I’ll send tons of pictures of Ronnie as a reward.”

I rolled my eyes slightly, a grin spreading across my lips as I told him my number before quickly adding, “but only because you offered pictures of the sweet boy.”

Laughs echoed from the other end as I went to say my goodbyes to him, only holding for a second as I heard him say, “Wait wait wait!” The urgency in his voice made my place the phone back to my ear, only to hear him say, “PS. I hope you were kidding about reporting me to PETA.”

#in your dreams #my writing #aryia emrani #aryia fanfic #aryia x oc

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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 4 years

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March 15th

Master List

**Before you read this, I gotta say, this is my favorite story I wrote this year, it was so much fun to write and I really hope you like it!**

“Incoming mail ship.” Wonpil’s head shot up so fast, he smacked it on the duct he was repairing. “Ship docking in port 14. Let’s remain calm this time folks, the captain doesn’t want any more incident reports before we get home.” At the sound of his friend’s voice over the intercom, Wonpil, let go of the screwdriver he was holding, letting it float next to the open duct cover.

“Chan, I’m expecting a package, and it’s super important.”

“From your wife, right?�� The younger man inquired, kicking off from the wall to propel himself towards his superior. Wonpil can’t help the grin on his face.

“Yeah, I got a transmission from her a month ago saying she sent me something, so I’m expecting it soon.” Both men grinned at this. “So I’ve gotten the last of the wiring soldered, but I need you to recoat it, troubleshoot and run a final diagnostics, and if I’m not back by the time that’s done, put the panel back in place and send me the reports.” Chan salutes, a cheesy grin on his face.

“Yes sir, take your time boss.” Wonpil nods, moving to the closed door at the end of the hall.

“Sector 113, gravity activated.” Both boys boots thump onto the floor, followed by the clank of multiple tools. Wonpil leaves the corridor quickly, turning the gravity back off and gives Chan one more salute before making his way to the ports.

The I.S.S Moonrise was the first ship of its kind, a high tech, orbital colony floating in the vastness of space, just past the edge of the Milky Way, a months journey from most of the inhabitant’s home planet of Earth. Wonpil was one of the lucky ones, only on the station for 18 months, 20, if you include the 2 months of travel to get there and back. As the current head of engineering, he got a lot more free reign of the station than most of its inhabitants, which were a mix of scientists, farmers, and historians.

“Paging Kim Wonpil, where are you Pil?” The voice over his comms made him roll his eyes.

“Why are you using the comms to annoy me, Jae?”

“First of all, it’s hyung.”

“No one’s used that term in almost 50 years, give it a rest.”

“Then it’s lieutenant.” The man whined.

“Then you should be calling me Chief Engineer,” Wonpil retorted, opening the hangar doors.

“Whatever, look Jihyo won't let me grab your package for you.” Wonpil felt like vibrating as he made his way to the group surrounding the mailing ship.

“No need, I’m right here.” The crowd opens for him to walk through, most either recognizing Wonpil, or the silver stripes on his uniform. He’s shocked to find Jihyo holding a package, as captain of the Hermes, she usually remained in the cockpit while Chaeyoung and Tsuyu handled the mail.

“I could have delivered it to him, Jihyo.” Jae whines, flipping through the letters he’d received, no doubt from his parents and sister.

“No can do, Y/n made me promise this box would go from my hand to his.” She punctuated her sentence by placing the small box in Wonpil’s outstretched hand.

“She came in person then?” Jihyo nodded, grinning as he signed for the mail.

“And she also wanted me to give you this.” She leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, making his face flush red.

“Aish,” He huffed, hiding his burning face behind his hands as those around them laughed.

“Come on kid, the Captain asked us to join him for lunch.” Jae slung his arm over Wonpil’s shoulder, though the smaller man simply knocked it away from him, turning back to Jihyo.

“I’m actually sending something today,” He told her, pulling a small box from his pocket. “Make sure she gets it okay?”

“No problem.” Jihyo nodded, “Want me to give her a kiss for you?” Wonpil couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.

“No, we’ll save those for when I get home.”

“See you in two months, Wonpil.”

“See you then, Ji.” He saluted the woman, before finally letting Jae lead him to Sungjin’s office. Wonpil decided to open the package during lunch, knowing full well that Brian and Dowoon would want to know what you had sent him.

“Good afternoon Lieutenant Park, Chief Kim.” The robotic voice greeted as the two entered the spacious room Sungjin and the other two boys were sitting in.

“Nothing is as beautiful as a sunset on Earth, the west coast of America has the best views,” Brian told the youngest boy, who shook his head.

“No chance, Olympian sunsets are better,” Dowoon argued. Brian turned to his best friend and eternal roommate.

“Jae, which is better, West Coast Sunsets or Olympian sunsets?” Jae shrugged, dropping into his seat next to him.

“Never been to Olympia, so I say West Coast.”

“What about you, Jin?” The Captain paused mid-bite, to sigh.

“I didn’t want to be brought into this argument. You argue Earth vs Mars every week.” He grumbled.

“Then I will end the argument.” Wonpil decided, setting the box on the table. The boys gasped, Dowoon bouncing in his chair.

“Is that from Y/n?” He asks, earning a nod from Wonpil. “Open it then,” Sungjin ordered, setting down his burger. Wonpil complied happily, and the contents made his heart clench. Resting in the box was a very small pair of shoes, knitted yellow booties, and a small SD card in a plastic case.

“Oh, she was so little.” Jae cooed, picking up the tiny shoes.

“They must be the shoes she came home in.” Wonpil realized, “She’s almost a year old.” He sighs, picking up the SD card. “Do you mind, Captain?” He asks, and Sungjin nods, tapping the table to expose the port.

“Go ahead, I want to see the little one.” He grins. Wonpil inserts the card, and a second later a hologram of his wife, sitting on a bed with a very small child on her lap appears above the table.

“Oh look at her,” Brian coos. “She’s getting so big.” Wonpil can’t help his smile as he rests his arm on the table, his head following.

“Hi, babe, and hello boys.” The recording begins. “Since I know the Captain will ask you to play this for him.” She grins, glancing down at the baby on her lap. “Will you say hello to Daddy and your Uncles?” She asks, earning a few baby sounds and a laugh from her daughter. She looks back up, smiling at the camera. “Hyebin says hi.” She giggles. “By the time you get this video, we’ll be celebrating her first birthday. My mom insists on getting her a smash cake.” Wonpil lets out a small laugh, remembering the mess that ensued from his oldest daughter’s first birthday. “And your parents are coming over to celebrate too, they know how much we all miss you.”

“Is that Daddy?” Another small voice fills the speakers and you look away from the camera, shaking your head.

“No baby, we’ll call him tomorrow, I’m filming a message for him though, would you like to say hello to him?” A second later, the tiny face of his oldest daughter filled the entire screen, making the boys laugh. “Too close Hyerin, everyone’s gonna be able to see up your nose.” The boys laugh again as the little girl lets out a tiny squeak and darts over to her mother’s legs.

“Hi, Daddy!” She waves. “I miss you! And uncle Dowoon. Mom says I have to be at least 10 before I can go with you to space.” She pouts the last few words.

“Why don’t you tell Daddy what you want to be when you grow up?”

“I wanna be a pilot! My teacher let us play on the simulator at school and I kept the plane up the longest.” You giggled at your daughter's excitement.

“I told her she had to wait until Sungjin was home for a week before she was allowed to go bother him.” You shifted, bringing Hyebin up to rest on your shoulder. “Rin, do you remember how old Bin is?”

“She’ll be a year old on the 19th next month.” Rin nodded, climbing onto the bed next to her mother.

“And how old will she be when daddy gets home?”

“16 months.”

“So how many months till Daddy gets home?” Rin pauses, counting on her fingers.

“Five!” She finally exclaims, looking to her mom for confirmation.

“Exactly.” You nod, patting Hyebin’s back as she begins to fuss. “Rin, can you do Mommy a favor and go get Binnie’s pacifier out of her bed?”

“The elephant, right.”

“That’s right, thank you, baby.” You watch for a moment as the little girl runs out of the room. “Oh, and I forgot to tell you, Lilo had her puppies, most of them have been adopted, but I’m letting Rin keep one so she has her own pet.” You smile, “And don’t worry Dowoon, we saved you a puppy as well, she’s staying with us until you get home.” Dowoon cheers, making the boys laugh. “I’ll be going back to work soon, turns out the mission to the probe is ahead of schedule, they want me there when the repairs begin, oh and babe, the shoes in the box, they’re the shoes Bin was brought home in, my grandmother made them, I thought you might like something from home for your desk, just don’t forget to bring them home with you, or my mom might fly out there and mug Brian for them.” Brian huffs, setting the yellow boots on the table. Rin comes back into the room, hands her mother the pacifier, and climbs back onto the bed. “Do you want to say anything else to daddy?”

“I miss you! And don’t feel bad that you won’t be here on my birthday. Mommy said you’ll be closer to me then than ever before, and that we’ll be able to see you from the control room.” Her grin falls into an exaggerated glare. “But don’t be late coming home, and don’t get hurt okay?” She points a stern finger at the camera.

“Do you want to say bye?” You prompt.

“Bye-bye Daddy, I’ll see you soon.” She waves, a grin that makes her look like Wonpil on her face.

“Bye babe, I love you. Stay safe okay?” You pick up Bin’s tiny hand, waving it to the camera. “Say bye to Daddy Binnie.” You let go of her hand, blowing a kiss to the camera. “Come home soon.” With a final set of waves from you and Rin, the recording ends.

Wonpil’s face is wet, he knows he’s crying, and he isn’t even ashamed of it as he hides his face in the crook of his arm.

“I know why Wonpil’s crying, why am I crying?” Dowoon mutters. “Why are you crying?” Wonpil looks up to find the youngest man pointing to Brian, who is wiping his eyes on the cuff of his sleeve.

“Rin’s gotten so big.” He mutters, earning chuckles from the boys.

“How do you think I feel?” Wonpil asks, wiping his own eyes. “She’s gonna be seven the day I leave.”

“I can’t wait to get back to Earth.” Jae sighs, “I miss my friends.”

“I miss New York Pizza.” Sungjin sighs and all the boys groan in agreement.

“Here’s a deal, when we get home, let’s go out for pizza, bring your families or whatever, we can go to Escape From New York.” Wonpil offers. “Maybe not the first night home, Y/n might kill me if I try leaving the house.” There’s another chorus of laughs. “Oh man, three months till we leave.” Sungjin sighs. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“Not ready to give up command yet?” Brian jokes. Sungjin shakes his head.

“It’s not that, it’s…” He trails off, unsure of what to say.

“Here, everything we do means something incredible.” Dowoon begins, and the botanist looks away from the older boys, shy as ever. “Grow a plant and its next-gen Astro-terraforming, find a microbe in some nebula get to watch a species be born. Every message sent out to the probes, the colonies, it’s all integral to GASEX and the future of human and Xeno interactions. Back home, Mars, Earth, wherever the hell Jae is from.”

“Literally just the lunar colony.”

“Back home, yeah we’re respected, but the things we do, they aren’t breakthroughs, it’s just humans doing human things.” Dowoon finishes.

“Unless you’re Wonpil, then you go from repairing a spaceship to building them.” Jae jokes, lightening the mood. Wonpil feels his face heat up as he removes the SD card from the table port.

“Not for too long.” He confesses. “I’ve worked out a schedule, 11 months on, 11 home until the girls are old enough to join me here.” He tells them, earning cheers. “What about you, coming back anytime soon?”

“I will be. Come January I’m back on the Artemis.” Sungjin tosses a fry in his mouth. “And then I’m really Captain Sungjin again.”

“I’ll be on Earth for a few weeks before heading back to Mars.” Dowoon begins, stealing one of Sungjin’s fries. “I think I’ll be back here in 13 Earth months.” He shrugs.

“Well Jae and I aren’t leaving Earth anytime soon. Not till the coming March, I’m lecturing at Incheon BioCenter for a while and he’s gonna be teaching some languages over at The Seoul Communications Institute.” Brian gestures to Jae who grins, flashing a peace sign.

“So that puts us all back here, coming March?” Sungjin asks.

“Following January. I’ll be the last one back.” Wonpil informs him.

“So three months, technically four, and then we can avoid each other until then.” Brian jokes. “Here’s to avoiding you all until ‘56 then.”

The cabin is filled with the clinking of their glasses and for a moment, everything is normal.

Three months pass quickly, and soon finds Wonpil leaving the ship in the capable hands of Chirs Bang, Im Jaebeom becoming the temporary captain of the Moonrise and Jae successfully shutting up long enough to make his kissing the girl he’d been crushing on goodbye, something out of a romance novel. Wonpil watched his box of belongings, everything he’d collected from different planets and trade ships, being loaded onto the small ship that would carry him home with a heavy heart. This was one of those moments of belonging two places and having to choose between them.

And then they were setting off, Sungjin expertly piloting them back to the Milky Way, Jae standing as communications, and Jinyoung as navigation. The month passed in the blink of an eye, between rousing card games, basic repairs, and quiet conversations about home, and soon, they were whizzing past Mars, with Dowoon’s face glued to the porthole.

“This is the S.S. Artemis, we’re just outside Earth’s Atmo, ETA 6 minutes.” Jae’s professional voice barely masked his glee as he watched the sun peek over the planet’s edge.

“Welcome back to the Milky Way, Artemis. How do we look, Lieutenant Park?”

“Blue, and beautiful.” Jae breathed. “Feels good to be home.”

“Let’s get through atmo first.” Jinyoung chided. “Then we can celebrate.”

“Right, ladies and gentlemen, begin reentry preparation.” Sungjin’s command echoed through the small craft’s intercom. “We land in Seoul Spaceport in 6 minutes, let’s not be late.”

The first person off the ship was Sungjin, who earned a round of applause as he paused at the top of the exit stairs. He was followed quickly by Jae, who flung himself onto the nearest tree, hugging it like a lost lover. Wonpil was among the last to set foot on dry land, and he had the strongest urge to just lay in a flowerbed for a few hours. Instead, he dropped his sunglasses over his eyes and shouldered his bag, following the other engineers towards the flashing cameras.

“I see them!” The shrill voice of his daughter made Wonpil break into a grin, dropping to his knees and opening his arms for a hug. He watched his daughter fly past him, directly into Dowoon, and before he could react he found himself flat on his ass, a furry body pressed into his chest.

“Hello Lilo, how’s my girl been?’ He greeted the border collie, accepting the kisses she was planting on his chin. “Oh yes, I missed you too.” Finally dislodging the dog, he turned, finding Hyerin chattering excitedly to Dowoon while Brian laughed at him from a distance. Standing he snuck up to the girl, picking her up unexpectedly, making her shriek and giggle. “What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, spinning her around. “Daddy!” She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. “I didn’t see you.”

“Did you really, or did you get distracted by Dr. Yoon?” Your voice made Wonpil turn quickly, grin expanding so much it hurt. There you were, after 20 long months, hair pulled mostly away from your face, sunglasses perched on the crown of your head, and his baby sleeping on your chest.

“Please, Y/n, just call me Dowoon, you make it so formal,” Dowoon whined, but Wonpil wasn’t really listening. He surged forward, still holding Rin, free hand coming up to your face to pull you in for a long-awaited kiss.

“I have seen the cosmos, more nebulas than I can count, and the birth of hundreds of stars, and nothing, nothing compares to seeing you again.” He whispered, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Except maybe Pizza,” Jae whispered, leaning on your shoulder. The group began laughing, and you gave Wonpil one more kiss before turning to the other boys.

“Welcome home boys.” You grinned, giving each one a hug and introducing them to Hyebin who had just woken up. Rin remained firmly attached to Dowoon’s leg once let on the ground and Wonpil couldn’t even be upset, especially once his arms were quickly filled with Hyebin.

“Hello, little one.” He grinned, watching the way her eyes grew big as he spoke. “My little Binnie, you have a whole galaxy in your eyes, and the universe at your fingertips.” He cooed and the little girl giggled, her chubby fingers going to grab his cheek.

“And lucky for us, we have stardust in our veins.” You piped in, arm coming to wrap around your husband’s side as you all walked to your car.

“For now, let’s just keep our boots on solid ground, sound good?” He asked, and you looked up at him, shooting him a wink and the kind of smile that made him fall for you in the first place.

“Galactic.”

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When people learn how Emily Therese Cloyd and Stacy Cloyd met, they almost always ask the same question.

"Who won?"

Emily and Stacy competed on "Jeopardy," first meeting at an audition in Washington, DC, before they happened to get booked for the same episode taping eight months later.

Fast-forward 10 years, and Emily is sharing their incredible love story with the world on Twitter. She spoke with Insider about how it all began, what it's really like to be on "Jeopardy," and why she's so thankful for Alex Trebek.

"I grew up watching 'Jeopardy' with my parents — it was a fairly regular after-dinner routine — and in high school I was on the Quiz Bowl team," she told Insider. "I continued to watch the show once I was an adult, and I enjoyed going to trivia nights with friends, but I wasn't a regular in any leagues.

"Although I'd always thought it would be fun to be on the show, I wasn't really pursuing it until one day I saw an advertisement for the online test and thought it would be fun to try out," Emily added. "Fittingly, I got the email saying that I'd made it through to the in-person audition one evening after going to trivia night with my roommate."

A "Jeopardy" contestant coordinator had prepared ice-breaker questions to help everyone relax. "Who came the furthest for the audition?" they asked.

Stacy raised her hand, saying that she had just graduated from the University of Michigan Law School in Ann Arbor and would soon be moving to DC to work for a local nonprofit's legal clinic. Emily had received her undergraduate degree from the University of Michigan and was working in DC as a climate scientist.

"After the audition session ended, I followed Stacy on to the elevator and introduced myself as a fellow Michigan alumna and suggested that she get in touch when she moved to town," Emily said.

She scribbled down her details on a piece of paper but didn't get Stacy's information. They wouldn't see each other again for eight months.

Emily flew to Los Angeles for the taping at Sony Pictures Studios and saw Stacy, who she said she recognized "right away."

"I was pretty excited to see someone from the audition and reintroduced myself, since it had been a while and neither of us remembered each other's name," she said.

"You don't know which game you'll be on when you come in," Emily said. "Just before each game, the staff draw the names of the two contestants who will go up against the returning champion."

They played short practice rounds with buzzers on the set, got their makeup done, and sat in the audience while the other games were taped.

After three games, Emily's name was finally called. So was Stacy's.

"When both of us were drawn for the fourth game, I was excited to be playing — and to be playing against someone who seemed like they'd take it seriously but also have fun," Emily said. "It is a game, after all."

"On television, of course, when the clue comes up they cut to a full-screen version, so it is really easy to read," she said. "On the set, the board is pretty far away, especially if, like me, you're the furthest from the podium. While there is a monitor across from contestants that shows the clue, it is still kind of small in comparison."

Knowing exactly when to buzz in with the answer also proved more challenging than it looked on TV.

"You have to wait until Alex finishes reading the clue, and a column of lights along the side of the board turns on to tell you it's OK to buzz in," Emily said. "But if you buzz in before those lights come on, you get locked out for a fraction of a second — just long enough for someone else to ring in.

"All of the contestants got there because they know a lot of trivia, so it really does come down to strategy and luck on the buzzer and on the categories that come up."

"Until Alex pointed out the scores, I'm not certain if Stacy realized that she had locked up the game," Emily said. "I turned to congratulate her on doing so well, and I caught this little secret smile she'd given herself — just a tiny 'Oh my gosh, this is actually happening' kind of thing, and it was really sweet."

Emily ended the game with $50. But she and Stacy made plans to have a joint viewing party in Washington, DC, when their episode aired in March.

"The party was a lot of fun, and we met many of each other's friends, and I also met Stacy's parents and youngest brother," Emily said. "But at that point, I wasn't thinking about more than friendship."

"We both started hoping that there might be something more, but we went through a few rounds of missed or crossed signals on both of our parts," Emily said. "Eventually, Stacy asked me out — on a date, not hanging out as friends — in September."

After they started dating, some of Emily's friends even apologized for saying "mean things" about Stacy while they were competing on the show.

"In the heat of the moment, of course, because loyal friends will always root for you when you're on a game show," Emily added.

"We spent that first Valentine's Day watching 'Jeopardy' together, and that was pretty special since it turned out that Watson had actually trained on our game," Emily said.

"'Jeopardy' would send the questions to IBM after the games were played but before they aired, and Watson would play those games as part of its training."

The couple went to a taping of a special "Celebrity Jeopardy" episode in Washington, DC, where they had tickets in the section for former contestants. They gave Trebek's invitation to the show's lead contestant coordinator, Maggie Speak, who they had also invited.

A few days later, Trebek's response came in the mail.

"We weren't expecting him to attend, so we weren't surprised that his answer was no," Emily said. "But we really appreciated the short note wishing us the best for our marriage."

"Knowledge and expertise and truth are taking a beating these days, but on 'Jeopardy' they are respected and celebrated," Emily said. "And though 'Jeopardy' is just a game show, being able to point to the continuing salience of those things is important.

"As someone who grew up alongside 'Jeopardy,' seeing that people could win things for being smart — or at least good at trivia — was an important message for a kid who preferred reading books to playing sports."

"It is a really fun story to share, and other people seem to really like it too," Emily said. "We've definitely had friends who tell our story to other people, even when we aren't around."

And when people ask that inevitable first question — "Who won?" — Emily always has a response ready.

"Stacy won on the show, but I think that I won in life."

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whiskynottea · 5 years

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Chapter 58. Rain

How long can one night be?

It felt like I was lying in my bed for ages. I wanted to get up, run, do something, but the darkness was heavy outside my window, and my heart felt heavier.

My heart, the one that kept beating, no matter how many times my breath hitched in my throat.

My heart, carrying its own heavy load, waiting.

Holding off was slowly killing me, but I had resolved not to call him again.

Hours had passed while my phone remained silent. A sinking sensation wrapped around me, dragging me down, deeper and deeper.

What had happened, exactly?

I had spent the first few hours rationalizing.

What if something happened to him? No. John would call me. Jamie is fine.

Maybe he forgot his phone at the pool and they are all out celebrating now. But he would send something from John’s phone, right?

Not if he’s still mad at me for not calling him before the race.

Maybe he needs time, and he will call when he’s ready. He’s stressed, and he’s exaggerating. It will be okay.

If only he called sooner.

I had messed up, yes, but it wasn’t like I had been out for drinks, having fun, and ignoring him. And it wasn’t like we hadn’t talked all day. I would explain myself. I would tell him the truth and ask him to forgive me. Simple as that.

Not that I hadn’t done that in my texts already. But texts were not the same.

I closed my eyes and imagined his disappointment when the time had come and I didn’t call, when I didn’t reply to his messages. I could see in my mind’s eye how upset he must have been, his deep breaths as he tried to focus on the impending race. I hoped he’d thought of all the times I wished him good luck in the past, of how much I loved him and believed in him. Or at least to forget everything about me and give his best to the race.

It didn’t matter, really. Nothing was as important as winning the race.

I knew he would do well. He was the best swimmer I had ever seen.

It will be alright. He’ll call back and it will be alright.

I tried to stick with this line of thought and get some sleep. Make this endless night go by faster.

But sleep wouldn’t come.

Where was he? The chances he’d lost his phone were…scarce. He’d seen my texts and was still so angry that he couldn’t even reply?

A single message was all I needed. ‘I’m fine, won the race, we’ll talk tomorrow.’ How hard was that?

It was the first time Jamie had done this. The first time he blatantly ignored me. The first time he didn’t want to talk to me.

Or rather, the second. The first one had been when he got the scholarship, but that had been different.

This wasn’t at all like him.

Maybe he’s preparing a surprise for me?

The week following the New Jersey race would be a slack one. Maybe he’d come to visit me, to celebrate with me.

I let hope nestle in my chest, its arrival gifting me with a few full breaths. Maybe he was flying to England right now. A smile curled the corners of my mouth, up and up, until I was biting my bottom lip in a smile full of expectation.

A moment later, reality crashed on me. Exactly when I was the most vulnerable. It always does that, waiting in the corner until we give way to the dreams, and then rushes to overtake us. With a single move, reality names the dream an illusion and takes it away, with a low, malicious snicker.

My smile vanished in a matter of seconds. Jamie wasn’t coming, and I was a fool to even think he would. He was in New Jersey, celebrating with his friends.

The waiting was killing me. I held in my tears, refusing to cry when I didn’t even know why. When I didn’t know what was happening.

He had left me hanging. He had left me in the dark, alone, with no power over anything.

I felt small. Insignificant. Alone.

When the first tears stained my pillow, sleep took pity on me.

I didn’t dream.

–

Mary’s voice woke me and I felt her hand gently nudging my side.

“Claire? Are you coming to the lecture? We need to go in fifteen minutes.”

The lecture? Did the world have the audacity to go on when my life was crumbling?

For the first time in my life, I didn’t care about the lecture. I didn’t care about anything at all, after checking my phone to find that nothing had changed since the previous night.

That was a living hell, I was sure of it.

I pushed all thoughts and emotions deep down and got out of bed. It would do me no good to stay in the dorm all day, and I had practicals that I couldn’t miss anyway.

I brushed my teeth mechanically for a good five minutes and washed my face with freezing water until the bones in my hands ached from the cold.

Numb – I needed to be numb. Retreat to that place deep inside me where I was safe. A peal of cruel laughter left my lips.

This place, and all the bloody safe places inside me had been opened for him.

There was no safehouse, no hidden crypt. I had given everything and I had nowhere to go now.

I started crying again and immediately rinsed the tears away.

Get yourself together. Don’t think.

I left the bathroom and got dressed. Mary looked at me with a frown, but didn’t ask any questions. I loved her for it. No prying. She would patiently wait until I was ready to talk. Which meant never, in this case.

We walked to campus and headed towards the auditorium. I vaguely registered that it was an interesting lecture, one of those that would fill my head with questions and ideas on any other day. Not today.

Today, I took notes like an automaton. I breathed like an automaton. When the lecture finished, I talked to others like an automaton.

It was like living in virtual reality. I was at Oxford, going on with my day, responding to the stimuli around me as if they were real, but I had this feeling that everything was only a projection on a wall, and real-life would look like the earth had been destroyed by meteors. Or a collision with another planet.

Or maybe that was just my world.

I went on with my day as if nothing had changed, as if I could breathe as easily as the next student in the practical.

I nodded mechanically and I even smiled once or twice when everyone was laughing, because I felt like I had to.

I checked my phone every minute. It felt like a punch in the gut. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned it off, only to panic and turn it on five minutes later.

Not that I had missed anything.

I thought of texting Jamie again, but what else was there left to say? How many times can one apologize before those three words sound cheap?

I wrote ‘I love you’ at least ten times, only to erase the message a moment later. Didn’t he know that I loved him? What difference would a text make?

After our practical, I followed Mary to the library. I sat down with a heavy textbook and ended up reading the same line twenty times.

It was then that my phone vibrated against the wooden desk.

My heart jumped to my throat, and my knees trembled as I tried to stand up.

It was him, and he was smiling in the picture on my screen and I just wanted to fall back on my chair and start crying.

I didn’t. I swallowed hard, instead, and ran outside. Fat raindrops hit my face, but I hardly noticed them. I wore my earphones, and slid a finger across the screen.

“Hi,” I said, walking away from the entrance and leaning against the exterior wall, trying to shelter myself from the rain as well as I could. The light post was only four feet away, but my face was covered in shadows.

“Hi, Claire.” Jamie tried for a smile, but ended up taking a deep breath instead.

My heart was beating so fast I thought it would break through my chest. A ridiculous thought from an aspiring doctor, and yet there it was.

“How did it go?” I asked. “The race,” I clarified, as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Second. I finished second.”

Second. Shit. Is this the reason he didn’t call?

His face was a mask, his voice colourless. I didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry? It sounded stupid. Don’t worry?

I nodded twice, before I mumbled, “Congratulations.” He didn’t seem to hear it. I cleared my throat and tried again, louder this time. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” he said, dismissively.

And then, silence. A long, heavy silence that stretched and stretched until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was stealing my breath.

“Did you celebrate last night?”

Jamie looked sideways, then back at me. “Aye, we went for drinks wi’ the team.”

“Nice.” I tried to smile. “Did you have fun?”

He closed his eyes and set his jaw. I saw his throat bobbing as he swallowed and waited for his answer, but his mouth opened only to close again.

“Are you alone?” I blurted. It was obvious that we couldn’t keep this conversation going for long, and I didn’t want to start talking about what really mattered if other people were in his room.

“Aye. John is out.”

I tried to smile, and let out a sigh before starting explaining myself. “Jamie, I am so, so, so sorry I didn’t manage to call you yesterday. I know you needed me to call and you’re angry at me, and you’re right… But I was in the middle of a tutorial and time went by, and –” I stopped abruptly and squeezed my eyes tight. “I am sorry.”

Jamie nodded but didn’t say a word. I couldn’t recognize the look in his eyes.

“Talk to me, please. Talk to me, Jamie, we will figure it out,” I pleaded in a quivering voice.

“Claire –”

“Yes?” I bit my lip hard, trying to keep the tears inside.

“I didna call ye yesterday and all day today, because I needed time to think.”

The wall behind me was rough underneath my fingertips as I pushed harder against it, wishing for the pain to ground me. To prepare me, somehow, for what was coming. I knew it. I knew him. I could see right through him. The way he talked, how he looked at me… I recognized that look now – the pain and regret, the determination. Tears blurred my vision before he could go on.

“This isna working, Claire,” Jamie said, and I felt a thousand daggers sinking into my heart. I felt them hovering around me all day, biding their time. A whimper left my mouth before I could stop it, and I pushed my lips together in reflex. I looked at Jamie, at the bloody screen, and tried to keep my raging emotions under control.

“What –” I started in a broken voice, and I summoned all my courage to go on. I wouldn’t stop this conversation before it had even started because I was crying. I pushed my fingernails into the wall, willing it to support me. “What do you mean?” When Jamie only shook his head, I continued. “Since when is it not working?” I huffed a laugh, challenging him. “I forgot to text you once, and that’s it? I’m not good enough for you?”

That rilled him up. “Did I ever say ye’re not good enough for me, Claire?” he demanded. “Dinna put words in my mouth!” He then murmured something under his breath, lowering his eyes.

“So what is this? You don’t call, don’t text, don’t even tell me that you need time to think and I’m here waiting for you to deign to inform me that things aren’t working out because the idea stuck in your head?”

“It’s not in my head! It’s in my life! This – what we have... It’s not what it once was, and –”

“And you want to end it?” I couldn’t believe I was uttering those words. This had to be a nightmare.

“Aye.” It could have been a whisper of the wind. It could have been a raindrop falling into the river. It could have been the rustling of leaves. But it was his voice, and the sound choked me. A small word I had heard him say thousands of times. The same word, ending it all.

I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I scraped my palm against the wall, and saw the hand holding my phone shaking.

“Why?”

Why are you giving up on us? Why aren’t you patient? Why are you tearing my heart out?

I couldn’t ask that. I wouldn’t. So I just whispered again, “Why?”

“I love ye, Claire,” he said, and I noticed for the first time that he was crying, too.

Hearing his words broke all the walls I’d tried to build to keep my despair aside. “This makes no fucking sense,” I sobbed.

“I ken, I ken,” he repeated. “I love ye, mo nighean donn, mo ghraidh, my Sassenach. I love ye so much and I wish you were here or I was there, but you’re not and I’m not and I canna go on like this.” He said it all with breath, and then this face paled, as if a chunk of life was torn out of his chest.

“No, no, no.” I shook my head violently, wet curls flying and sticking on my face. “We will make it work, we said we would, remember?”

He needed to remember. He just needed to know that we would be together no matter what, and then he would change his mind.

“I canna. I miss you, and this is not what I thought it would be. Seeing you once every three months? What kind of relationship is that?”

“Our relationship!” I all but screamed. “It’s our relationship and we’ll work on it. This is just the beginning and I am overwhelmed a bit by the workload here, but I will get the hang of it. I know I should have called before the race –”

“Claire!” he interrupted me. “This is not about the race. I mean, it is, but it’s not only that. Ye’re not here when I need to cuddle in bed with you after a hard day. Ye’re not here when I want to go out and dance and feel your body against mine. Ye’re not here when good things happen, when bad things happen, when nothing happens… Ye’re not here.”

“Of course I’m not there! I’m right here, doing my best to be a part of your life! And you knew that, Jamie Fraser! You knew I wouldn’t be there!”

“Your best…” he trailed off before finishing the thought. I was ready for another attack, when he said, “I hadna thought it would be so difficult.”

I repeated his words, mocking him.

“Yes Claire! I thought ye’d be with me until your term started, but no! God forbid! Ye had to volunteer and go to Zambia! And then –”

“You said you were okay with me going to Zambia!” I interrupted him, indignant. I felt my cheeks flaming in anger now.

“I said I didna like it! But ye didna step back! Ye said that ye really wanted to go and really, what choice did I have in the matter?”

I snorted, refusing to talk to him. I couldn’t believe that he was holding my trip to Zambia against me. What else was there that he had never talked about?

“Well, I’m not in Zambia right now.”

“Aye, and what good does it do to us? Ye have internet access and we still hardly talk. D’ye think that thirty minutes per day is enough to keep a relationship going? Because it isn’t!”

I took a long breath through my mouth, blinking at him. I couldn’t believe my ears. “We limit the time of the video calls because of your training,” I spat.

“And your practicals, your tutorials…” He shook his head and his red curls fell into his eyes. It had become one of my habits to run my fingers over his forehead and push them aside, but I knew that even if he was in front of me right now that would be the last thing I would do. Smack him on the forehead, maybe. “Ye didn’t come for my race, as we had agreed. Do ye ken how long it is since we had sex?” Jamie asked, bringing me back to our conversation.

I felt my eyebrows curving in an impossible arch. “What? So this – this is about sex?”

“No. Not only sex, but sex is important, too.”

“Our schedule is fucked up!” I declared.

“I ken!” he shot back. “This doesna change the facts though, does it?”

It didn’t. “We can do better,” I said, more calmly now. My breaths were short and fast, and I stopped for a moment, trying to collect myself. “I miss you, too.” Jamie didn’t reply. “I thought I was there for you, I thought what we had was enough.”

I slid down the wall, sitting on the wet pavement. I was soaked by this point and I didn’t care.

“I thought it would be enough. I wanted it to be.” Jamie’s voice was soft, as if he murmured something in my ear as we lay together in bed. “But I want to live, Claire, not to be constantly suspended between two continents. I want to live here, now. And I wanted to share now with you, even though I couldn’t share here. But I can’t even have that.”

Because I hadn’t sent a bloody good-luck-text. “I don’t know what else I can do. I can’t promise that I won’t mess up again, but I can promise that I will try not to. And I’ll be there in a few weeks. We will spend a whole month together.”

“Sassenach,” Jamie rasped, pained. “Stop. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Love you?” I asked, with an incredulous laugh. “I don’t remember how life was before I loved you.”

Jamie rubbed a hand on his face. His eyes were red and puffed when he looked at me. “It pains me, Claire. It pains me to wake up and know you’re not in my arms, it pains me to count the days until I see ye again. I canna do it anymore.”

I had no breath to speak. Tears kept rolling down my face, and Jamie’s ragged breaths sounded closer through my earphones than the rain pattering on the pavement I sat on. I felt him closer than all the world around me and I wanted to reach out and grasp that feeling, afraid I would never have it again.

“So that’s it?” I croaked, and licked my lips, tasting the salt.

It couldn’t be it. We couldn’t end like this.

“I am sorry. I love you. I will always love you. But maybe this is for the best. For both of us, ye ken.” A sigh, and he continued. “I will focus on my life here, and you on yer studies…”

The words sounded unreal in my mind. I couldn’t reply. I couldn’t agree or oppose the notion, not that it mattered.

Love isn’t a cage. It’s not working that way. Love is like the wind, aiding us in staying airborne, lifting us higher.

“Goodbye, Jamie.”

My finger trembled as I ended the call. I felt the sky drop closer, crushing me. A flash of lightning tore up the darkness in the distance and I closed my eyes, wishing Jamie would be there to hold me in his arms.

But there would be no more Jamie. No one would hold me to keep me safe. No one would brush away the hair from my face. No one would kiss away the tears.

I held my breath in an attempt to verify that my heart was still beating.

It did. My treacherous heart went on with hollow, empty beats against my ribs.

My head hit the wall, and I stayed there, sobbing under the rain until Mary found me.

Chapter 59

#thermodynamics #the first law of thermodynamics #jamie x claire #high school AU #college AU #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #sorry?

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When Bestie Visits

((A/N: This one was a request for something Seungkwan. They didn’t care what it was about; I think they just asked that it was kind of fluffy and funny...I think. Either way, this is what I came up with for our precious Boo. It made me laugh.)

Pairing: SeungkwanxReader

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Word Count: 3,138

Summary: You were minding your business on a random day when Seungkwan decided you needed to be “blessed with his presence” and stopped by your apartment to hang out. You soon made him question your sanity and loyalty as his best friend because he’s certain you’re trying to kill him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

For one reason or another, you started dreaming about hammers. You weren’t exactly sure what you were dreaming about before hand- you were fairly certain it had something to do with a celebrity death match- but now? Hammers…Dancing hammers…Dancing hammers tapping a catchy tune in your head. What the actual hell?

Roused from your blissful slumber at long last, you awoke enough to realize that that ‘hammering’ was actually someone knocking on your front door. Now who in the hell has such a death wish that they would go making sweet, disturbing music at…oh, look, 8 AM?!

“Oh my god. What the fu-yeah! I’m coming!” You stumbled off of your couch where you had passed out the night before and trekked towards the door, “I don’t know who you are, but you better have a good reason for being here!”

You flung the door open and felt your face fall flatly at the individual giving you a big cheeky, grin on the other side, “Seungkwan…”

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, holding his arms out, “Aren’t you glad and blessed to see me!?”

You waited a beat and then swung the door closed. Seungkwan stuck his foot out just in time to prevent the door from closing fully, whining at your cruel reaction.

“Yah! Is that anyway to treat your best friend?!” he cried, “And after I came all this way to see you?!”

“You act like we’re 400 miles apart from each other, Seungkwan. We live in the same city less than 30 minutes away from each other. Relax! And you could’ve called or texted me before attempting to break down my front door.”

“Where’s the fun in that? And besides,” he moved into the apartment and shut the door, following you into the living room, “I know you and you would’ve ignored the call before eventually putting it on silent.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. You’re not exactly someone I’m dying to see this early in the morning,” you agreed, earning an unamused glare from your best friend as you flopped back on the couch, “What are you doing here, anyway? Should you be off being a famous idol somewhere?”

“I have the day off and decided to sneak away for a date,” he happily proclaimed, bounding over to the couch and squeezing in behind you.

“The only date you’ll ever get because what female in her right mind would ever enjoy spending that much time with you?”

“You enjoy spending time with me!”

“I tolerate spending time with you. There’s a difference. ACK!”

Seungkwan grinned victoriously after pinching your side, whining half-heartedly when you smacked his hip in retaliation and settled down with your back to him. You were both silent, the man sliding an arm underneath you until it could wrap comfortably around your middle, cuddling you close. YOU hardly reacted, only readjusting yourself so you were both more comfortable. Seungkwan had been cuddling like this with you probably not long after the both of you had met just a few years back. It was just the kind of friendship you had: comfortable and apparently touchy-feely.

“So…” you started after a couple of minutes, your eyes still closed, “What do you want to do today?”

“Karaoke!”

“NOT karaoke!”

You both spoke at the same time, you rolling your eyes when Seungkwan began throwing another fit like a petulant child. “Why not?! Why can’t we go do Karaoke?!” he questioned, writhing about and disturbing your once comfortable position.

“Because, you giant diva, you sing for a living already. You gotta give your voice and your throat a rest before you damage it. Day off means voice off. No karaoke,” you said, turning on your back and staring at the ceiling all while ignoring his pouting and tiny tantrum.

You did, however, elbow him in the chest when he dug his nails into your hip by accident. You hid a smile when he groaned and leaned back to rub the abused spot, Seungkwan muttering something about how mean you were being to him.

“Well, if we’re not going to do something fun like karaoke, then what do you suggest we do?” he asked, his voice dripping with attitude.

You took a moment to think of your options, somewhat distracted when the man started to absently hum a random song, before a mischievous smile spread across your lips. Seungkwan noticed it right away and suddenly didn’t feel so safe.

“Wh-What? What’s that smile for? Nothing good ever comes from that smile!” he exclaimed, extremely wary.

You shrugged, “Maybe not for you, but it’s gonna be loads of fun for me. Let’s go.”

“Wait! What are we doing?!” he cried after you jumped up, your chuckling filling him with fear as you grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him to his feet.

*~*~*~*

“Wah! Y/N, don’t push me too fast!”

“You’re doing fine, Seungkwan.”

“I’m going to fall!”

“No you’re not. I’m right here.”

“How-How do I turn on this stupid thing?!”

“Normally you would lean with your body, but I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”

“I’M GOING TO FALL!”

“NO YOU’RE NOT!”

Decked out in protective gear, Seungkwan flailed his arms in panic, feeling himself teetering precariously on the skateboard. He feared himself having a terrible fall and he probably would have had one by now had you not been running right behind him, the back of his shirt gripped firmly in your hand. That hardly gave him any comfort, though, as he continued to scream in terror.

The two of you were currently at a new sports park that had opened up near your apartment just a couple months back. It was extremely popular considering it had chosen a location near a well-known university and several high schools. You were a regular at the park while your less than athletic best friend didn’t even know it existed.

You had already spent about half the day at the park, first giving Seungkwan the tour and explaining how everything worked. He was frowning almost the entire time, but you could tell that it was just because he was uncomfortable in this setting. He recognized it more as your domain, somewhere that you bloom and thrive beautifully, but a place that was as foreign to him as a completely different country.

Despite knowing that he was probably going to suck at almost every activity the park had to offer, you figured you had done enough karaoke nights with him- about 50% of them against your will- to earn one day at the sports park with him. You had started out with something small- Seungkwan screaming the entire time that bungee jumping was not small!- and worked your way down to your current and last activity: skateboarding.

“Y/N! Y/N, I’m going to hit something! How do I stop?!” he shouted, eyes locked on the metal pole that was fast approaching.

“Lean to the right.”

“No, I want to stop!”

“I said lean to the right!”

“Y/N!”

“Seungkwan! TO THE RIGHT!” You pulled on the back of his shirt and made him lean his body to the right, the singer missing the pole by mere inches. He had leaned over a little too far, though, and ended up putting all of his weight on his right side which then resulted in him falling off the skateboard completely.

Luckily, you were right beside him at this point and were able to break his fall by catching him, your laughter mixing with his indignant cries of terror. You held him securely against your body while he dramatically gasped for air and clutched at his chest. With eyes rolling to the heavens, you shook your head and continued to laugh.

“The drama in you,” you mused, smirking at him when he turned an aggravated glare at you.

“I am not being dramatic! I told you I was going to fall and you made me get on that thing anyway!”

“Of course you fell! You refused to believe that I wasn’t going to let you fall and did everything you could to psyche yourself out. It’s a self-fulfilling prophecy, Seung. What else did you expect?” you argued.

“Not certain death!” was the reply you got and you howled with laughter as Seungkwan sat there pouting, reclining back into your hold.

He was such a child with all his crying, whining and complaining, but it rarely annoyed you as much as you made it seem to him. His overreacting was part of what made Boo Seungkwan who he was and you wouldn’t take him any differently. He made your life colorful and interesting; not just because he was an idol, but because he was an amazing man you were proud to be best friends with.

You held him all the tighter against you and stroked his hair in a calming fashion as he continued to grumble under his breath; “I’m proud of you, though. You rode a skateboard,” you reminded him, leaning your head to the side to gaze at him, “You went way out of your comfort zone for this.”

“This whole day has been out of my comfort zone! I’m starting to wish I had never come over in the first place!” he shot back though his conviction was weak. If he had the choice to do it all over again, he knew he would just to see you.

You laughed at him and shook your head, “Admit it, Seung. You had fun here!”

He said nothing at first, pouting off to the side as you pinched his cheek. Batting your hands away and groaning in annoyance, he sighed before admitting, “I…I guess the Trampoline Grounds were fun.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t like the Zipline over the foam pit, too,” you teased, finally seeing a smile break across his face, “See? Knew it. Come on, let’s get up.”

“What? What hells activity are you dragging me to next?!” he questioned you worriedly when you stood up, his brows pinching tight together as he grabbed your hand and let you pull him to his feet.

With your head tilted back and a loud groan bubbling up from your throat, “I’m not dragging you to any hells activity, Seungkwan. I think you’ve had enough for the day, so stop your panicking.” You gave him a flat look when he sighed in exaggerated relief. “I swear…Aren’t you glad I made you change clothes before we came out here? Although it would have been hilarious to see you rock climbing in your $54 sweater…now I kind of regret making you change. Damn.”

“I can’t believe how many articles of my clothes you have at your apartment,” he mused, following after you when you began to lead him back towards the entrance to the park, the rented skateboard under your arm after a fellow boarder handed it back to you.

“I can’t believe you never noticed how many articles of your clothing you leave at my apartment. I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up with 10 pairs of your shorts there.”

“Just admit that you stole them,” he teased, the both of you stopping at a vending machine to buy a cool drink.

“I’m not admitting to a crime that no one would commit even if desperate,” you shot back, an amused smile planted on your lips when Seungkwan gasped dramatically, hand over his heart and his mouth parted in wide ‘o’ shape.

“Do you enjoy hurting me so?”

“More than you know.”

You laughed at his expense, paying for the drinks and handing one over to him. A temporary silence filled the air, you and Seungkwan overlooking the park as the sun slowly began to set, a golden light cast over the entire playground. The singer soon lost interest in the scene before him when he glanced at you and saw this…serene expression cross your features, the smallest, happiest smile creeping upon your lips. He wondered if you were this happy every time you came here…or maybe you were just that much happier because you were sharing this experience with him.

He chose to think it was the latter.

“You really like it here, don’t you Y/N?” he asked to break the silence, your eyes focusing on him.

Your smile was too genuine to try and cover up as you nodded to confirm his theory. “I do,” you said, leaning against the vending machine, “I was really happy when it opened up. It’s a great place for me to come and work out my stress without having to go to the gym all the time. It’s a good way for me to relax, you know? It’s like…well, it’s my karaoke.”

Seungkwan smiled at that, chuckling with his eyes trained on his drink now as he lost himself in his own thoughts for a moment. He couldn’t help but to wonder how he got so lucky to have a best friend like you. Someone so different in nearly every way and yet the perfect complement to his own personality. What good had he done in his past life to have such a blessing?

“Speaking of singing, how are things going with the boys?” you inquired, drawing his eyes back up to you, “You guys have been pretty busy lately. I mean, you’re busy all the time, but I feel it’s more so now than you had been a few months ago. Are you preparing for a comeback?”

“You know I can’t tell you that, but yes. Yes we are,” he responded, you nearly choking on your drink when you started laughing, “It’s gonna be soon, so look out for it.”

“I always do.”

“And everything is great with the guys, actually. We are really busy: practicing and rehearsing and recording. It’s a lot of hard work, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love the music that we make and how the Carats are so supportive of us. I love how we all get along so well and balance each other out. I just…well…”

When Seungkwan paused, you looked closer at him, finding a shallow sadness flitting across his face. He seemed solemn now, his eyes cast down for a moment before they lifted back up to lock with yours.

“I just miss you sometimes,” he admitted and you wanted to melt at how sweet he was being, “I wish I could spend more time with you, Y/N. We hardly even get to text each other these days. I’m afraid that we’ll be so disconnected that we’ll just drift apart one day and never talk to each other again. I don’t want to lose my best friend. I can’t stop worrying about it.”

And he was telling the truth; you could see it in the way his grip on his drink tightened in an attempt to keep his emotions in check. Not that it did much good in keeping his expressions in check, his insecurities as plain as the nose on his face. You sighed quietly and nudged his shoulder, taking one of his hands in yours. When he looked at you, you were grinning.

“Listen to me and listen to me good, Seung,” you started, making sure you had his full attention, “You’re stuck with me. I don’t care how long we go without talking to each other or how long it’s been since we’ve last seen each other; I’m always going to be a thorn in your side as your best friend. I’m always going to be here and I’m always going to support you. You’ll honestly have to kill my entire family and then sleep with my future boyfriend before that ever changes.”

The things you say never cease to stun him, Seungkwan having to take a second to comprehend the fact that sleeping with your future boyfriend would be the straw that broke that camel’s back…and not the murder of your family. When he was finally all caught up, he started laughing. It was a mere chuckle and then a giggle and before you knew it, he was doubled over and holding his stomach.

You grinned victoriously, proud of yourself for putting his worries and fears to rest. Seungkwan was insecure about enough things, from his singing ability to his own attractiveness. The last think you wanted him to be concerned about was the solidity of your friendship. You loved this crazy, melodramatic, diva of a man named Boo Seungkwan as the closest thing to a brother you would ever have and you were going to make him understand that no matter how long it took.

Finishing off your drink and tossing the can away, you stood straight and faced him with your hands on your hips, a smirk stretched across your face.

“There’s one more thing I want us to do,” you said.

Fear flashed in his eyes again, “What’s with that smile?! NOTHING GOOD EVER COMES FROM THAT SMILE!”

*~*~*~*

While it’s funny that you could put the fear of God into him, you really wished Seungkwan would trust you a little more when it came to choosing activities. It would have saved you both the heartache of his near panic attack he was having on the way into the city. However, that hardly mattered now as you sat clapping along to the beat of the song, listening as Seungkwan belted out the lyrics to one of his favorite songs that blasted from the speakers in the karaoke room you rented out.

The original plan had been to rest his voice for the day, but nothing made him happier than singing…and apparently spending time with you, so why not give him what he wanted? Who knew when the next time would be that the both of you could hang out like this? Might as well enjoy it while it lasted, no matter what you were doing.

“Whooo! Go Seungkwan! Encore! Encore!” you cheered for him as the song came to an end, the man bowing oh so dramatically before he was skipping up to you and grabbing your wrist.

“Duet! Duet!” he ordered, tugging on your arm.

“Yeah, no. I don’t sing.”

“You do tonight!”

“Hold up! Oh!” you laughed when he yanked you up and made you stand in front of the TV with him, choosing a song the both of you could sing together.

You really couldn’t sing, but Seungkwan couldn’t care any less about how professional you didn’t sound and cheered you on regardless. You were now back in his domain, but that was okay. As long as he was happy, smiling, and relaxing, you would make a fool of yourself…just like he made a fool of himself at the park. That’s what best friends did for each other. That’s what you would do for Seungkwan and what he would do for you.

Always.

#seventeen #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #boo seungkwan #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan scenarios

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