#and I was like?? office?? leaving the building for lunch?? huh

[aothotties]

Husband!Nanami

word count: 983

warnings: husband!nanami, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, name calling (slut), slight choking, dom nanami

Husband!Nanami wakes up extra early every morning to make you breakfast before he goes to work. He wants you to rest as much as possible knowing you’ll handle everything around the house while he’s at work

Husband!Nanami texts and calls you periodically throughout the day asking how you're doing and if you need anything from him. He also likes to send you pics of what he’s doing so you can be included in his workday 

Husband!Nanami made you quit your job when you got married because he didn't like how much it stressed you out

Husband!Nanami appreciates all you do around the house but understands it can be overwhelming sometimes and never holds it against you if you decide to be lazy 

Husband!Nanami  sends you flowers randomly while you're at home and includes notes telling you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you 

Husband!Nanami HATES working overtime because it means more time away from you

Husband!Nanami rushes straight home to you after work, excited to see what you made him for dinner. He loves your cooking and never complains and will eat every meal you make for him

Husband!Nanami helps clean up after and will dry the dishes and put them away for you after you wash them 

Husband!Nanami loves when you make his lunch for him and saves every love note you leave for him 

Husband!Nanami frequently talks about starting a family but knows that can be a lot for you and tells you he’ll never rush you into it. 

Husband!Nanami misses you all day and can't wait to see you later. His day has been hectic and knows seeing you will make everything worth it 

Husband!Nanami asks you to send him pictures of you throughout the day so he can see how pretty you look

Husband!Nanami feels the blood rush to his dick when you send a pic of your ass in his favorite lace panties and you say “ can't wait for you to get off,baby. I miss you :(“. He sends a picture of his bulge back to you to show you how easily you turn him on 

Husband!Nanami harshly grips the armrest of his chair when you send the “wish this was you instead of my fingers right now” video of you cumming all over your fingers for him 

Husband!Nanami rushes out of the office at the end of the day, not even bothering to say goodbye to his staff. He speeds out the parking lot and grows impatient when he gets stuck in traffic

Husband!Nanami damn near kicks the door down. Hes unable to wait another second and takes you as soon as he walks in 

Husband!Nanami doesn't care that dinner is burning in the oven. He has you spread out on the kitchen table with his face buried in your cunt. The only thing on his mind is making sure you cum in his mouth so he can taste it. He doesn't stop until you're spilling all over his face and he licks every drop, he loves drinking everything you give him 

Husband!Nanami pulls your body to the edge of the table and wraps your legs around his waist. As much as he wants to split you in half, he slides into you slowly, he likes to take time with your body.

Husband!Nanami clenches his jaw as he feels your pussy suck him in. the way you feel on his throbbing dick has him in a trance and he feels as if he could stay in you forever 

Husband!Nanami cant help himself when you beg him to fuck you harder. He grabs your thighs to pull you off the table and bends you over it. He wraps his veiny hand around your throat as he fucks you hard from the back. Your toes curl as he hits your sweet spot and you feel your orgasm build.

Husband!Nanami talks directly in your ear, “you love teasing me so i can fuck you like this when i get home, huh? You love when i come home and fuck you like the slut you act like?” you can't even speak as he continually slams his dick into you. His grip on your neck tightens, “answer me” he says aggressively. “Y-yes sir” , you whimper, barely able to form words as your brain becomes cloudy from the pleasure 

Husband!Nanami groans as he notices the white ring building up on the base of his dick. Your pussy clenches around his dick and you're about to cum. “Mmhm, cum for me princess. Say my name, let me hear how good I make your sweet little pussy feel” he says as he feels you approach your high, “Nanami! Sir, it feels so g-good – fuck!”. You cum for him just as you are told and he praises you for being a good slut for him

Husband!Nanami increases the pace and his tip hits your cervix. He’s getting closer and closer, “gonna cum in you mama, give you that baby i've been wanting” he states as his dick reaches deep inside you, “oh baby this pussy is so good”, he closes his eyes as he reaches his peak. A loud groan spills out his mouth as he shoots his warm load inside you. You grab his hand to let him know you want him to stay in it for just a few more seconds, you love the way it feels when his dick twitches inside you.

Husband!Nanami starts a hot shower for you and orders food since he ruined dinner

Husband!Nanami cuddles up next to you at the end of the night and pulls you into his chest. He gives you soft kisses on your forehead and tells you how much he loves you before drifting off to sleep.

Rachel

[annievrse]

die for you

dazai x fem!reader —ᡣ𐭩 fic summary: you and dazai sort out your little dispute. w/c: 1.4k c/w: mention of suicide, swearing, arguing, angst a/n: posting from the deep dark depths of hell (aka class). i literally have no idea what possessed me to write this - i was given orders in the dead of night.....

Sighing loudly, you glance at Dazai from your desk, your head resting on your folded arms.

“If you want something, you gotta use your words,” he says without looking up from his paperwork. You scowl at him, suspicious of why he’s so focused on something he despises.

Turning your head toward Atsushi’s desk, where the teenager is deep in concentration, his forehead creased and eyes squinting at his laptop screen, you call his name.

“‘Sushi,” you whisper, summoning him over.

Desperate for a distraction, Atsushi responds immediately, rolling his chair over to your desk. His knees bump into yours, and you roll back a little.

“What’s up?” he asks, toying with his tie. The suddenness of lasers on the back of your head makes you snicker.

Closing your eyes, you sigh again. “I’m so tired.”

Atsushi’s eyes widen, concern glazing over his expression. “Oh! Why? Did you not get enough sleep last night?”

“Something like that,” you mumble.

“Huh,” Atsushi contemplates, looking around the office. “I can see if Kunikida still has his blankets in the storeroom. Do you wanna nap?”

“No," Shaking your head, the corners of your lips turn upwards. "All I want is for someone to apologise."

The volume of your voice pushes Atsushi into speechlessness, his eyes darting behind you momentarily. "This sounds domestic..."

You wave your hand in dismissal, scoffing.

"Have you eaten?" you ask, peering at the clock. "Wanna get lunch?"

Atsushi shakes his head but awkwardly throws his thumb over his shoulder. "I should finish this. Kunikida will kill me if I don't."

You nod solemnly, watching your colleague roll back behind his desk. Rubbing your eye, you reluctantly turn your attention back to the man at the table 6 paces away.

He's ignoring you, even though it's his fault. You contemplate asking Dazai to get food with you, but you're mad. So, you roll your eyes and stand, reaching down the grab your bag strap.

"Okay, bye."

The office is silent as you leave, Kenji the only one returning your bid farewell.

Stomping down the stairs because the elevator doesn't allow you to express your frustration, you imitate Dazai's voice as you descend. "Oh, how was I meant to know? Blah, blah, blah-"

But your frown deepens as you exit the stairs on the level of the cafe. "Chuuya."

The redhead straightens at the sound of his name and spins around. "What do you want?" His eyes narrow at the sight of you.

You tilt your head, eyes lifting to the ceiling. "You're in my building. Shouldn't I be the one asking you?"

Rolling his eyes so far back you swear he can see his brain, Chuuya huffs and crosses his arms. "Boss put me in charge of watching the Agency for the day," he sighs, looking you up and down. "So far, it's boring and agitating."

"Yeah, well," you shrug, stepping up to the cafe counter. "That's what happens when you're unbelievably paranoid."

You can feel the heat radiating off Chuuya when you turn back to him after ordering. "Got a problem?"

"Where is he?"

An exasperated sigh leaves your lips. "Dazai is none of your business, and he's none of mine either."

Chuuya physically jerks, his eyes popping out of his head. "What?"

Again, you shrug one shoulder and make your way towards a booth, sliding into it. To your dismay, Chuuya slips into the opposite side.

"Yes?"

He shakes his head. "You and Dazai-"

"Are in an argument right now," You rest your chin on your palm. "So what he does is none of my concern."

"Please," Chuuya scoffs. "That guy is weirdly obsessed with you, and you know it, has been since I met the bastard."

You don't reply, thanking the waitress when she sets your cup and saucer on the table.

Meeting his eye, your shoulders drop. "What are you? A couples counsellor?"

Chuuya taps his foot relentlessly on the floor, and the sound drives you to kick his shin. "Fuck off!"

"Why are you talking to me?" You ask, sipping your drink, eyeing him suspiciously. "If you want me to fix your hat again, sorry, I'm out of business."

Chuuya's lips press into a white slash, and you stop yourself from laughing.

"Chuuya!"

The familiar voice has you frozen. Chuuya's scowl deepens, and he stands, attention entirely off you.

"Dazai."

You don't dare look at the man standing at the end of the table, whose eyes are concentrated on you. "Whatcha doing here, slug?"

Chuuya replies, but you don't hear him. Dazai's gaze remains on you, blocking out his ex-partner's babble.

"That's so great," He exclaims to Chuuya. "Come with me," Dazai says, reaching his hand out to you. You inhale sharply and take his palm.

Chuuya shakes his head in perplexity, glowering. "You two are weird, you know that?"

Stepping out into the street, you squint your eyes against the glare of the sun. Dropping his hand, you stalk down the street.

Dazai makes no complaint and follows you, taking a few steps too many and bumping into you. Turning to face him, you glare.

Dazai sighs, his hair tickling your forehead as he looks down at you.

You lean back dramatically. "Why're you so close?"

Dazai's expression remains the same, his frown causing the crease between his brows to deepen. "This is a normal distance for us, bella."

Huffing, you reach to smooth out the groove, rubbing your thumb over his forehead. "You'll get wrinkles."

"We need to talk."

Dropping your arm, you feel your throat close and shake your head. You train your eyes on the fraying bandages on his neck, biting your lip in concentration as you try to remember if you picked up any at the grocery store yesterday. "You need to replace your bandages."

Dazai says your name sternly, running his hand over his face.

You glare up at him. "Well, talk then!"

Screwing his eyes shut, Dazai looks at the ground. "I can't!"

"Argh!" You take a step back, frustrated.

"My problem," you start. "Is that I can't do anything without you interfering."

Dazai's jaw is clenched when he looks at you.

"I'm a part of this agency for a reason, Dazai. If I can't go on missions, then what am I good for?"

"I don't want to see you hurt!" He yells, his voice echoing down the street. Your frown lessens but remains.

"Okay!" You counter. "And what of me then? Do I not get any say in what happens to you?"

"I deserve whatever comes for me, you know that."

You push your fingers into your closed eyes, hoping the tears will stay away. "4 years..."

Dazai says nothing, allowing you to continue.

"4 years since we left, 4 years since Odasaku died, and you still feel like you don't deserve anything good."

At his shaky inhale, you peer up at him. Dazai swallows thickly.

"God, Dazai," you cry. "When will you accept that I won't leave you because of who you are? What you did in the past doesn't matter to me! Hell, look what I did when we were tied to the mafia."

He sighs. "You're an angel-"

Laughing bitterly, you pin your stare on him. "You wanna say that to the girl who tortured thousands of people? Who gets a little trigger-happy and has to be knocked out to stop because she can't, for the life of her, allow anything bad to happen to you?"

Tears spill down your cheeks as you rant, hiccups cutting off your words. "I would die for you, Osamu."

With red eyes, Dazai looks down at you. He chews his bottom lip until it bleeds, and you wipe away the red trickle with your thumb.

Dazai brings his hand to your cheek. "I would die for you, too."

"I know you would. I don't doubt your love for me. All I'm asking," you whisper. "Is that you let me do things for the Agency, no matter the risk."

Dazai sighs softly, his breath fanning your mouth. "I can try, but there's no promise that I won't be right next to you every time."

"Dazai-"

"You can't stop me from tagging along," He smirks. "We're partners, remember?"

You roll your eyes. "Kunikida is your partner."

Dazai grabs your wrist to check the time on your watch. "As of an hour ago, he's Atsushi's partner."

Your jaw drops, and your hand freezes at his waist. "Really? You're my partner?"

"I can't let you die all on your own, can I?" Dazai chuckles deeply, wrapping his arms around you and pressing you against him, shoving his face into your neck. "It's my dream to carry out double suicide, remember?"

You shake your head, giggling, and pull him closer. "You're a menace."

"Anything to keep you safe," He whispers.

You pull your face back to look at him. "Now, you're gonna have me at your side telling you not to do stupid shit."

Dazai smiles. "And I will for the rest of my life."

"In life and death, my love."

[sumaneun-stars]

'Hold Me'

(smut)

Pairing. Idol!Sunghoon x fem!idol!reader

Genre. Exes to lovers, smut

Warnings. Cursing, Unprotected sex, use of nicknames (good girl, doll etc.), dom!sunghoon, over-stimulation

Synopsis. It had been 5 months since your break-up, and you thought you might've moved on. Except- you discover that your undying feelings for your ex, Park Sunghoon, only grew stronger in that period of time. You fell for him harder once you looked into those hypnotizing eyes again.

A/n. First smut guys! Pretty lame but I hope you like it<3

[5 months ago]

"You're so ungrateful y/n- you know that? I'm busy and have a tight schedule but I still make time for you- it still isn't enough? Don't you have any sense of gratitude?" He exclaimed, his anger boiling and his eyes piercing into you. It was the first time Sunghoon raised his voice at you- and it was scary.

"Fine. Let's break up" you said, coldly.

He became silent, and his eyes asked 'why?'.

"I sound like a burden to you, and you clearly don't have time for me. This doesn't feel like love anymore- so let's end it here" you continued, tears now threatening to fall down your cheeks.

You took your bag which was lying on the couch, and left the apartment. He ran his fingers through his hair- anger, sadness and regret now stabbing him from all directions.

'What have I done?' He asked himself, looking down at the shattered glass on the floor.

[The present]

You tied your shoelaces and wore your jacket. You took your phone out, taking a selfie and posting it on Weverse- adding a caption to please your fans.

Y/nssky: 'Good morning! ☀️'

You put on your mask and stepped out of the apartment.

"Good morning," you said to your driver as you got into the vehicle, giving him a sleepy smile

"Good morning ma'am" he replied.

You put on your airpods, and played one of your calm playlists. You opened the window, leaning on its frame as the breeze hit your face. This was your favorite part of the day- also at night when you finally reunite with your true love: your bed.

You came back to reality once 'hold me' started playing. You skipped it without hesitation. It'd be a good song if it weren't you and your ex who sang it.

You sighed. Your love with Sunghoon was so beautiful- but apparently fate had different plans.

You reminisced about the dance practice you had with him. The way you would pretend to be awkward on camera but would shower him with kisses off camera, and the way the staff would cringe at the sight. It was plastered on your brain. You denied the fact that you missed him- well that was the only way to move on.

"Ma'am we're here. Ma'am?" Your driver shook your shoulders slightly.

"Huh?" You got out of your daze.

"We're here"

"Oh- right. Thank you!" You said as you got out of the car.

You made your way into the building, occasionally greeting idols that passed by.

You went to your office, placing your bag and jacket aside as you took your seat. It wasn't long before your manager, Ms. Kang, approached you with your daily cappuccino and a few documents.

"Thank you," you smiled at her. She would usually smile back and leave the room, except she continued to stand in front of you. She cleared her throat.

"Ms. Kang, is there a problem?" You asked her.

"Not for me, but for you- yes" she said nervously.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

She took the documents which were in your hands and flipped a few pages. She then turned it and handed it back to you.

"Charlotte Awards is being held tomorrow and you're requested to perform 'Hold Me' with Park Sunghoon of Enhypen" she said in one breath.

You went silent for a second.

"Fuck" you whispered. "You didn't hear that" you added, glaring at Ms. Kang.

"Sure did," she replied with a nod.

"So… that's that. Also you'll be having a practice session with him after lunch at 3pm" she said.

You groaned.

"Awh it's fine ma'am, I'm sure you can do it. Fighting!" She cheered you on, patting your shoulder.

You gave her a soft smile as she left your office.

'What am I gonna do?' You asked yourself, leaning your head back, as you faced the glass wall to look at the view of the city.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

You took a deep breath as you entered the practice room, where Sunghoon was waiting for you.

There he was, the man who made you go through all stages of grief because of his absence. You were glad you wore a mask, because he did too.

You greeted the crew, which made Sunghoon turn to look at you.

He stood up and approached you.

"Hello," he said coldly.

You replied, drier than the Sahara Desert.

You were scared. You were scared to look into his eyes. You were scared that you'd fall for him, and get your heart broken again.

'Pull yourself together y/n, he's an ass' you thought to yourself.

"Let's start!" A staff member announced.

You both avoided eye contact, and never smiled. You were upset, but it was your fault anyways. You were the one who initialized the breakup. If you didn't, you'd still be in his hold, his love and his care.

You and Sunghoon practiced the dance 3-4 times before ending the session.

"Okay. Wrap it up" you heard from the corner of the room. You shook his cold hands and headed out of the building.

"Wow ma'am I've never seen you that cold to anyone before" Ms. Kang said.

"You've seen it yourself, so don't get into my bad side"

"Oh don't worry" she said with a smile.

You went to sleep that night in hopes that the next day wouldn't come, but sadly, it did.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, your hands trembling.

"Y/n, you're up. Sunghoon will enter from the other side of the stage. Start by holding hands, and don't forget to smile- and have eye contact here and there, especially in the end"

You took a deep breath as you walked to the middle of the stage. You watched him approach you. You remember why you fell for him because gosh was he dreamy.

Sunghoons pov:

She's beautiful. She wore a long pastel green dress, which made her look like those pretty fairies I've only seen in movies. And her eyes, they could make my jaw drop underground. As I reached the center of the stage, she took my trembling hand, with a smile that could light up the whole city.

'His smile' you thought.

'Her smile' he thought.

'Don't fall, it's all an act. He doesn't love me anymore' you reminded yourself.

'Don't fall, it's all an act. She doesn't love me anymore' he reminded himself.

The performance ended, and you could hear the crowd cheering as the curtains closed. It was dull behind the curtains- your hand was still in his. His eyes flickered from your eyes and lips, and so did yours. You both got out of your trance once the next performance was announced. He cleared his throat as he let go of your hand. He left the stage and you did too.

— — — — — — — — — — — — —

Sunghoon couldn't stop thinking about you on his way home.

He sighed as he entered his bedroom, he removed his jacket and laid himself on his stomach on his bed. His mind was only on you. He resisted the urge to move his hips at the thought of you.

"You know what, fuck this" he said as he clicked your private Instagram account.

You couldn't stop thinking about Sunghoon at all. You sat on the couch, watching the muted television. You got out of your daze once you heard a notification from your phone.

mytiramisu sent you a message: 'Come over. Be fast.'

You could've always rejected his request, but there you were in front of his apartment door, in hopes that it would lead you to something different. You rang the bell, your hands shaking.

He let you in, then closed the door, trapping you in as you leaned against the meeting of the door and the wall. He was wearing a faded t-shirt with a wide neck, which exposed his sharp collarbone, and sweatpants made out of thin fabric which made his hardened length visible.

He leaned closer as he brought your hands to feel his bulge.

"Fuck" he said under his breath. "Look what you've done to me"

"Take them off," you told him. He looked at you with lust in his eyes. "Go on"

He then started removing each layer of your clothes, leaving you only in your underwear. He sneaked his arms around your bare waist, carrying you to his bedroom. You started grinding your hips on his lower stomach impatiently.

"Be patient, baby," he said.

He laid you on his bed, towering over you. He then un-buckled your bra, cursing at the sight. Soon enough he tore off the wet piece of fabric which was keeping him away from his desire. You removed his t-shirt, exposing his abs. You almost drooled at the sight of his bare chest.

He took his two middle fingers and started rubbing your already wet clit. You let out a whine, which only made his fingers move faster.

"All this wetness for me, yeah?" He asked you with a devilish smirk.

You whined again, closing your legs out of instinct as he was going too fast.

"Use your words, princess"

"Y- yes hoon" you said.

"That's my girl" he said, putting those two fingers in his mouth as he untied his sweatpants with the other hand. He removed his pants along with his boxers, revealing his huge, throbbing, red cock which was dripping with precum.

"Missed this, didn't you?" He said as he put his tip inside of you. You let out a hysterical moan.

"Didn't you?" He asked firmly, now pushing his whole length inside. You moaned even louder, not being able to form words.

"Answer the question" he ordered as he raised your chin up with his right hand to face him.

"Yes- y- yes hoon I missed it-" you managed to let out.

"Good girl"

He started moving his hips back and forth without a warning. He thrusted into you in a fast pace, your moans now filling the room.

"F- faster" you said.

"Patience, doll" he replied, gripping onto your jaw.

He then connected his lips to yours, giving you a passionate kiss as he unexpectedly took his length out and threw it back in. He kept going faster, each thrust stronger than the previous one.

"Sunghoon- AH-" you screamed as he hit your g-spot.

Your moans only made him faster. He went even deeper, reaching your g-spot everytime as his balls slapped your skin.

You felt the familiar knot in your stomach, and you knew you couldn't hold it for long.

"Hoon- I'm gonna cum-" you said shakily.

He felt his orgasm reaching as well. His thrusts became sloppier as he held your hands.

He threw his lips on yours, sucking on your bottom lip as you reached your orgasm. You moaned hysterically into the kiss as you felt his hot juices on you.

He parted the kiss, leaning his forehead on yours as he looked into your eyes. You held his jaw with your right hand, giving him a soft smile.

"Y/n…" he said, breathily.

"Hmm?" You replied, playing with his hair.

"Please give me a second chance," he said, his eyes now sparkling.

"Hmm I should think about that…" you teased him.

"Y/n I'm sorry for my mistakes, I swear I'll love you better than before" he continued.

"Can I really trust you…" you continued to play with him.

He scoffed. "You're saying that you didn't miss these lips at least once?" he asked cockliy.

You giggled. "Of course I did, silly" you said, giving him a peck on the lips.

"So is that a yes?" He asked.

"Is it though…" you said.

"Oh come on y/n"

"Alright alright" you said as you pulled him down to lay beside you.

You buried your face in his chest as he held you in his arms.

"I love you" you said, your voice muffled.

"I love you too," he replied, smiling warmly.

End.

[a-world-with0ut-dr34ms]

John Price x Journalist Reader

Gaz conducts a plan to set his Captain back up with an old flame of his. He'd hoped to recruit help from Laswell. However, the CIA operative wasn't as optimistic about this whole "reunion" as the Sergeant.

Fluff, Banter, Light Reading, Sappy Romance, One That Got Away Trope, Setting up Dates, Gaz just being an inquisitive sort, slight Character Study on Price

WC: 1.5k~

Prelude | Chapter One | Chapter Three

Masterlist

So I'm sorry to say that Price and the Reader are not in this chapter, as it is centered around Gaz and Laswell.

However, Price and the Reader are the topic matter of the entire chapter. I'm legit trying to tell a story versus it being kinda self-indulgent and smutty like my other stuff. However, we'll get there at some point, maybe 😏

Please Enjoy!

Chapter Two

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Kyle."

Gaz gives Laswell a slack-jaw look, though it does little to sway the CIA operative on her stance -- this was just something she would not involve herself with.

Of course, the Sergeant hadn't been content with a simple no. In fact, all day he's been at Laswell's side, his presence just around every corner, lingering a little longer each time. Anything in the hopes of finally convincing her to see some worth to what he was trying to suggest. After all, this plan wouldn't work without her.

Or... at least, he'd have to come up with something new if this didn't pan out, and that felt like more work than this. Though thus far, convincing her has only been an uphill battle.

"Oh, come on Kate," Gaz begins to whine, rather childishly, brown eyes growing deceptively puppy dog-like, a hidden talent of his, or rather a subliminal quirk. "You're telling me you can't help at all?"

Laswell sets her fork down beside her salad, knowing she wouldn't be able to eat how she'd like with the Sergeant still seated in her office. The woman had hoped she'd finally escaped him on her lunch break; the building was usually dead at this hour, seeing as the others were off contending to their own devices.

It had been the perfect timing to finally have a proper sit-down if you asked Gaz.

"I mean, really think about it," Gaz tries to explain his plan to the woman one more time. "We just throw a small little get-together, nothin' too fancy. All you'd be doin' is hosting, which is nothin' new for you. Then, we just invite them both over and simply... let things play out. Easy."

"Except you would be blindsiding them," Laswell says.

"Not blindsiding," Gaz retorts. "More like... surprising them. Look, it'd be doin' 'em both a favor I'm sure, yeah?"

"Look, it's not that I don't want to," she starts. "I just know it's a lost cause. Think of this as me trying to save you some time."

"Sheesh," he sighs. "That bad then, huh?"

"And then some, Kyle."

Kate gets back to eating the croutons she'd been picking through her salad for. She didn't want to ask when it was that Gaz would be leaving, however, she wouldn't complain if he did.

Gaz continued to leisurely spin in the spare rolling chair in Kate's office, sighing to himself in contemplative thought.

That bad and then some, huh? He thought. Gaz struggled to imagine a scenario where such animosity could exist between someone and the Captain. And yet this supposed relationship between him and you had existed, and the Sergeant couldn't be more intrigued by it.

"Well, what happened?"

"She cheated on him."

Gaz's mouth goes agape, his tone completely defeated. "No... really?"

Kate smirks. "No."

Laswell laughs to herself once she sees the sigh of relief the Sergeant releases. The woman's career revolved around secrets and lies. It figures her idea of fun would be pulling the Sergeant's leg.

Of course, the man's a good sport about it, chuckling to himself once he realizes it's a joke. For a second there, he really thought this had all been a waste of time.

"Seriously though," he says. "What happened?"

"To be honest with you, I still don't know," Kate admits. "Neither of them felt too up to talking about it when it happened. I just know that some kind of argument occurred, and they split up the following day. But I don't want to be the one to air out the Captain's dirty laundry, Kyle."

Laswell sinks back in her seat, thinking back on those days after the split. She had seen war slowly harden Price over the years, as it had done to all of them. For a while, he went through great efforts to try and keep a healthy work balance between that and his personal life.

Losing you had made something in him turn to stone, however. As though some other part of him had died, made up abundantly clear by the increase of his work. More eager to take assignments, less so to be home. Ops that had him away for months at a time became his favorite, and when those ops had finished, he went out to find more.

And by the time he'd become Captain, that time with his former lover merely became a bedtime lullaby for him, growing fainter by the years. No one ever really heard him talk about love again. Not until Gaz brought it up.

"So who was she anyway?" he asks. "Price said she was a friend of yours."

Kate chuckles to herself, seeing how observant the Sergeant had been in his conversation with the Captain. "That's right," she confirms. "A family friend."

"What was she like?"

"She was... is... a very interesting woman, to say the least," Kate sighs. "I can't really describe her; she was a lot of things."

"Not even a little?"

Kate thinks to herself for a moment, having gone through all the croutons in her salad now. "She was definitely a firecracker, always getting into some kind of trouble. She spoke her mind freely too. It didn't matter what it was; if a thought crossed her mind, at some point, you'd hear about it."

"Hmm," Gaz grins. "I don't know if that's what I was picturing. But, I guess I can see the vision."

"I was just as surprised," Kate says. "But... they stayed together for a long time. Six years, if I'm not mistaken."

Gaz's eyes grow wide at that fact. Longer than any relationship the Sergeant's ever been in. Though, it hadn't been for a lack of trying. Six years. That's not just enough time to know someone, that's enough time to be another half of them, at that point. Not a lifelong love, but someone who did once matter.

"So who shit the bed?"

"That would be John." Kate didn't even have to think about that one.

Gaz shrugs, having not been too surprised by that answer.

However, she then adds only seconds later, "Though... it's complicated."

"How so?"

"From my understanding, it hadn't just been an argument," Laswell says. "Honestly, I'd almost say life is what ended their relationship."

“And you really think she wouldn’t want to see him again?” he asks.

Kate pauses, short of an answer for a moment. It gives Gaz the drive to keep looking her in the eyes and pressing the matter.

"Why do you want this so bad?" she asks. No doubt, she'd been curious as to what it was that was driving Kyle to go into full investigation mode about this.

The man pauses, trying to come up with the right words to say, as he already knew his answer from the start.

Kyle thinks back on the Captain, and all the times he's seen him alone while the others had each other, wanting to be content with that. Adoring their love from afar, so he'd have something to warm him on his lonesome way home.

He thinks about that look Price had on his face the other day when he finally told him about this mysterious woman for the first time. As though he couldn't wait to talk about her again, given the opportunity.

"I just think it would be good for him."

Kate's expression softens at the Sergeant's words. Understanding that want he held to be there for Price. She's been there herself, many times before. And it makes her wonder.

She’s moved passed her matchmaking days, having tried to find Price a good match since she’s known him. Gaz’s determination to take up the mantle had been admirable to see, however.

The woman sighs, having finally been broken down by Kyle's stubbornness to not drop the subject.

“Look, I can help,” she says. “But if this backfires, I’m leaving damage control to you.”

Gaz practically jumps in his seat.

“Deal!”

Chapter Three Here!

I wanted this to be both character and plot development, so I can set up where this story is going.

The next chapter jumps back to 10 years ago, maybe a day or so after the last chapter. Price and Reader are going to have yet another cute encounter. It will be much longer than this chapter, hopefully. Stay Tuned!

~Also, I'm quoting a poem from Charlotte Erikkson - You're Doing Just Fine. I was gonna credit them at the end of the series, but I just wanted you to know so it didn't look like I was stealing their quotes!

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[v44v13nna]

bakery girl ★

angela girratana x fem reader

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this is the worst monday angela has had in months. from the moment she woke up late, missing the time to go to the gym before work, to now, with her current realisation her lunch is definitely still in her car and is definitely inedible. not to mention the irritating itch under her skin, the tension in her shoulders and frustrating urge to be drumming her fingers or bouncing her knee or ANYTHING.

so now the only task on angela’s mind is finding something fresh to eat. rushing to leave the smosh building, she finds herself in a bakery. not a big bakery, or a cramped one, one with a soft muted colour palette with walls filled with beautifully hand written signs and drawings, it’s warm from the recognisable heat radiating from behind the counter and well lit from the sunlight. there’s a constant stream of white noise from the fridges and machinery. it’s nice. angela notes before subconsciously relaxing slightly, until she saw the displays.

rows and rows of pastries, rolls, danishes, anything. cookies, muffins, scrolls, scones, savoury rolls, braids, slices, stuff she couldn’t even name. her head was spinning. what the fuck do i even want to eat?

“too many choices?” huh?

angela looks up to the source of the voice.

“trust me, i think the same thing when i look at it” it’s a girl. dressed in a simple uniformed shirt, fitted apron and a hat. a pretty girl. “do you feel like something sweet or savoury?”

she’s asking me a question oh god. “i think savoury?”

the bakery girl smiles at her before taking a step back to look at the case of baked goods, assessing each product, looking for something, something that angela suddenly wishes to be privy to. bakery girl looks at what must’ve been a clock “is this going to be for your lunch?” angela nods not trusting herself to speak, bakery girl is looking back at her again “well the pizza rolls are a big seller but if i had to recommend anything, you should get the spinach and feta braids. i just had that on my break they’re perfect today, i promise you’ll love them”.

once again angela nods, and watches the girl grab the pastry and finalise the transaction, unexpectedly studying the way bakery girl moves.

after reaching the office, angela wanting to not waste any more of her lunch break, sat at an empty table and began eating the danish. bakery girl was right. angela thought going for another bite. soft butter pastry braided with crumbled pieces of feta and thinly cut spinach in it, truly perfect.

maybe it was the quaint corner shop bakery, or the pretty bakery girl, or the pastry, but this monday ended up being one of the best mondays she’s had.

-

a week later angela finds herself having déjà vu; paralysed in front of the overwhelming shelves of pastries.

“sweet or savoury today?” maaaajor déjà vu

“umm maybe sweet this time?” angela answers while looking up from the cursed case of food to see bakery girl. same uniform, same fitted apron and hat, same pretty smile, and as she steps back to examine the baked goods, angela can’t help but watch her again like last time, trying to find what it is that bakery girl can see that she can’t.

suddenly her eyes light up. “what about a raspberry coconut slice? its a shortbread base with layers of jam and coconut meringue, and then i grated a little bit of lemon zest on top.”

how could i say no? angela could feel herself relax completely. “how could i say no?” and now she could feel the urge to punch herself in the face.

thankfully, bakery girls laughs, a soft one but it’s more than enough for angela. she leans on the counter as bakery girl hands her the slices. “i hope you like them, they’re one of my favourites to make”

WOAH PAUSE

“you made them? you bake?” angela can barely get the words out, excited by the sudden opportunity to know her. she watches as she’s taken aback but the question, blushing softly.

“well a little? i’m usually just decorating the bigger custom cakes in the display fridge” she points to a seperate display of cakes “i used to bake, but the overnight shifts kill me”

-

“and so what did you say?” chanse says as angela retells this mornings interaction with bakery girl.

“well some other worker came up and asked her a question and so i just”

“you said nothing? angela really?” he cuts her off, knowing that she has zero rebuttal. in defeat she looks down at the last piece of the slice left, rethinking over the conversation. “do you know her name at least?” eyes snapping back to chanses face as she tries to recollect the small bits of info she does know about bakery girl.

“she doesn’t wear a name badge” i don’t know her name

-

every monday from that week on angela made it her mission to learn bakery girls name, and over the past seven weeks of spending the first part of her lunch break at the bakery, she still doesn’t know her name. angela is nearly at breaking point. seven mondays planning how to ask, and seven mondays of her leaving with a new fact about bakery girl, a new pastry to try, and a growing frustration at herself for never asking.

sitting at her desk on wednesday morning, angela indulges in her current favourite activity of pining over the nameless worker with mesmerising eyes and a knowledge of baked goods. after trying a new pastry each week, angela can’t help but think about the brownies she got on monday. dark chocolate brownies that was made by the girl.

well chanse and amanda wanted to try, it’s more for their benefit than mine. angela convinced herself as she approached the bakery. she might not even be there so it’s not like im being weird.

as she pushes the door she sees her. in the same spot behind the counter, with the same simple uniform shirt, fitted apron and hat and name badge talking to a customer.

SHES WEARING A NAME BADGE?!

she can’t believe it, shes still too far away to read it without her glasses but it’s clearly there pinned to her shirt and the closer angela gets, the stronger her hearts beating. this is the moment she finally gets to learn the name of the girl she’s been pining for.

the other customer leaves and it’s just her and bakery girl face to face again. since angela has stopped looking at the displays for the past few weeks she witnessed the signature smile she’s acquainted with form on bakery girls face.

but she doesn’t have to be bakery girl anymore, angela glances at the badge. BLARN.

blarn? is that her name

“i wasn’t expecting to see you so fast, monday must’ve come early this week” blarn (blarn???) comments, settling on her elbows as she leans on the counter.

angela laughs, feeling herself rapidly becoming flustered “those brownies you picked on monday were so good so i thought i should share them this time” she laughs at angela’s words and usually angela would be pleased but she can’t look away from the name badge. there’s so many questions.

is that her name? why doesn’t she wear it on mondays? why today?

she’s so absorbed in her thoughts she didn’t even see her grab the brownies ready for her to pay

“hey, you there?” she’s asking me a question oh god oh god

“your name badge” angela fights the words out of her mouth, already feeling herself cringe at her stuttering delivery, quickly tapping her phone to pay as if to try to move on from her comment. bakery girl looks down at the badge, almost as if she’s as equally shocked by the plastic

“oh yea my manager only works wednesdays with me, so when he is in, i have to have a name” she explains softly laughing at angela’s dumbfounded expression.

“ah” a beat.

don’t say anything stupid don’t say anything stupid ang don’t say anything stupid “so what do people call you every other day?” WHAT

she laughs, and angela can feel her internal battle melt away. “it’s (name), blarn is just a fake name”

(name). angela wishes she could tattoo it on her brain, but all she can do is laugh in response, but before she could respond (names) eyes are no longer looking at her, but at the customer that’s unknowingly broken the moment. angela watches as (name) sends her an apologetic smile before having to attend the customer.

usually angela would just head back to the office, but the second she stepped outside she knew she had to go back.

pushing open the door, she waits behind the customer, catching (names) eyes and smiles at her confused but happy expression. once it’s her turn, angela speaks first.

“i’m angela. i didn’t tell you it before but im angela”

“i’m (name)” she giggles “it’s nice to finally know your name”

angela feels like her chest is going to burst “it’s nice to finally know yours, (name)” (name). angela wants to scream her name from the rooftops, more so after seeing the blush gracing (names) cheeks.

feeling her phone buzz, knowing that it’s chanse asking her where she is she knows this is best time to ask.

“can i..” come on ang just ASK “can i get your number?”

“i was hoping you would ask”

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a/n for someone to still think you’re pretty when you’re in your work uniform is the greatest compliment

sorry if this is long and written like a book, that’s what i’m used to 💔

[chubbygirlmaddy14]

The Dollmaker: The Finding

Dale Kobble x reader

A/N: okay now this one’s the longest i’ve made so far. I’m bored and don’t wanna do statistics homework so fanfic time it is!!

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Chapter 14: The Finding (1,880 Words)

Longlegs POV:

My work with him was done. Untying him, I grab everything that could indicate it was me that was here, and took my leave after laying him on the cold basement floor. I smile proudly as I relax in my car

my baby wouldn't get hurt anymore.

The sun was soon to rise as I make my way back home, singing along to the music that was playing on the radio. Maybe my dreams didn't work out as much as I wanted them too, oh but the outcome was so sweet.

Y/n was so sweet.

Y/n POV:

I had work today, long work. I sighed not wanting to go in but I knew what had to be done, we had to stop this madman before another family was gone. Hoping into the shower the same thoughts run into my mind as I relax.

  The ones that were just filled with Dale, and the memories as the days with him grew longer and happier.

I step out of the shower, put my usual attire on, and make my way to the office. Seeing Carter and Harker's cars both parked next to each other, I pull in and realize it will be a long day.

Time-skip

After a few hours of looking through more evidence that just seemed to blur together, I get a knock at my door. "Come in!" I say a bit loud for the person to hear, not looking up from the paper. "Y/n.. could I maybe ask you a favor?"

I look up seeing Lee shutting the door and walking closer, "yeah of course what is it?" I loved Lee, she was a shy woman but was always so friendly and nice to me.

  "I know you're just as busy as I am, but I'm really really focused and my mother hasn't eaten today.. she isn't the best with her memory and I was just wondering if you could maybe go over there?"

I smile softly at her watching as she messes with her fingers, "I wouldn't mind at all, just give me her address and I'll head over right now." She writes it down quickly on my notepad and I get up, grabbing my coat and keys. "I really appreciate this y/n, I'll pay you back!"

I giggle softly shaking my head "no you don't need to, I need to get out of this place anyways my mind feels like it could explode.”

  We both laugh a bit before saying goodbye as I walk out of the dark building into the cold air.

Looking down at the note, I realize the address is really familiar... like right next door familiar.

  Driving with the radio softly, I shake my head not thinking much of it only to soon pull into the drive way. Dale's drive way.

Stepping out of the car, I open the door slightly to see Lee's mom sitting on the couch. Ruth, I think to myself. I had seen her at church and knew she had a daughter but never met her. I didn't know it was Lee!

"Ms. Harker?" I say softly before she turns to me, a smile spreading across her face. "Oh y/n! look at how much you've grown!" She opens her arms, making me sit next to her and hold onto her tightly.

"I've missed you, Lee asked me to come here because she's really busy at the office actually. Why don't I make you something to eat for lunch huh?"

  I pull away softly smiling at her. She nods her head softly holding my hands, "I didn't know you and her worked together! I would love some lunch"

She had grown older of course, and her mind wasn't all there, but she was still the sweet woman 8 year old me would wave too in church. Getting up softly, I leave her to the living room as I start cooking some things I find around the kitchen.

My mind is filled with questions, why was he here? do they have an agreement on something? does lee know who he is? The back door soon opens up behind me, making me jump a bit as I turn my head, seeing dale looking at me.

His eyes go wide as he sees me, "W- what are you doing here?" I look at him confused and a bit upset thinking he wouldn't want me here.

  "Good afternoon to you to" I snip back as I finish cutting the vegetables.

He sets his keys down on the counter and comes over to me as his face falls into something more gentle, "that's not what I mean." He turns me to face him as his arms come around my waist, my face instantly leaning into his chest as I return the hug.

My thoughts stopped for a split second as I melt into his touch, not wanting to let go of him. He soon pulls away first, his hands coming up to my face. "Lee wanted me to come make some lunch for her while she was at the office, she's so focused right now and I decided to help." I say answering his original question.

  He lets out a shaky breath as he slowly lets go, "is there enough for me too?" he jokes making me giggle a bit.  

  "Just a little bit more" I tease as I kiss his cheek before moving over to fill up a bowl with the soup and vegetables I had made.

  Walking over I hand it to her softly, making her smile at me before her eyes turn back to jeopardy and starts eating. I head back into the kitchen, seeing him try what I made before leaning against the counter looking at me.

  I move to the opposite side looking down at the ground as the questions fill my head again.

  He looks confused as he sees me try to get the words out, "a- are you and ruth.." I can't finish the sentence, a stabbing feeling in my chest. He realizes what I mean and instantly moves closer to me lifting my head up

  "no no, it's not like that! I live here but I have no romantic feelings for her at all, it's just a roommate situation I promise!"

  His blue eyes stay locked on mine as I try to find any lie behind them, but I find none. I nod before moving in and hugging him again tightly, "don't tell Lee... she doesn't know I live here."

  I get confused for a second but don't make any further notice to questions it, "I won't say a word." After what seemed like 2 seconds, which was actually 5 minutes, we pull away and I start cleaning up the kitchen with a little help from him.

  Making my way into the living room, I take the empty bowl from her, "Did you like it?" I say softly as she looks up smiling back at me, "It was delightful dear, thank you." I hug her one more time before saying goodbye and putting the bowl in the sink.

  Dale looks at me a small smirk on his face, "You're the cutest." He says softly before moving behind me, holding my waist as his head rest on my shoulder just like the other night.

  Shaking my head I turn around in his arms, "I gotta get back to work." He kisses my forehead making me sigh softly

Why can't it be my lips for once.

  I head out the back, move around to my car and make my way back only to see everyone filing out. Carter meets me at my car, "it's your brother." Those were all I heard before I was rushing into the car with him.

Time-skip

  My poor grandmother. She walked into his house and found him the way he was. I held her in my arms as she cried, praying to the God she believed in as she found comfort in my arms.

  Slowly I help her back into her house, got some water, and told her it would only take a second.

  Walking down the basement stairs, they move the white cover back as I asked them too, not before Carter asked if I really wanted to see.

  There he was. His body mutilated in a way no one could really describe. I should be sad. Cry seeing him in this state.

Good Riddance

  I thought to myself before turning around to Carter, "do we think it's him?" He sighs shaking his head, "no note, no family that your brother had, a weird way he died... I don't think so, this is something new."

  I think for a second, "could be someone who is trying to be the next longlegs."

  How wrong I was.

  "Go to your grandma, you can be done for today." I nod, making my way back upstairs and to the next house over. I spent most of my evening there until she fell asleep, knowing it would've taken her forever too if it wasn't for my care.

  The car ride was quiet, even with the radio playing, it just was quiet. Pulling into the parking spot in front of my house, I couldn't get out of the car. This was affecting me of course, my brother's dead, no more hurting from him though, and I didn't have to do it out of self defense.

  I look out the window to see Dale going on his usual afternoon walk, making me get out and come up next to him, "mind if I join you?"

  I don't look at him, I don't have to energy for anything except spending time with him. "of course!" he says softly wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me in.

  This was the comfort I needed, the one I gave my grandma, but his was way better than what I could ever do. With the short walk, we're both quiet until I can't keep it in anymore.

"He's dead... my brother's dead.”

  I feel him tense, but imagine he's just in shock to hear me say it. He turns me to look at him and hugs me tightly, "oh y/n i'm so sorry!!" He kisses my head a few times before I burst into tears. Tears of sadness? Tears of joy? I couldn't tell the difference.

  He keeps me in his arms before picking me up, wrapping my legs and arms around him I just let the tears keep coming. He grabs my key, unlocking my house, and taking me to my room.

  He just lays down with me holding onto him. He understands me, he knows I need this just as much as he might.

Longlegs POV:

  I hear her cries calm down and soon her breathing move back to normal.

She fell asleep.

  I smile softly keeping her close to me as I wrap a blanket around us not wanting to wake her up.

  Playing with her hair softly, I am the most comfortable I have been in a long, long time. I want this future, I want this now and forever. After a while, I feel my eyes get heavy and soon end up falling asleep with her in my arms.

[d-dalladalla]

can u write ceo g!p ryujin getting hard just by looking at her secretary (reader) only for the reader to accidentally trip and sit on her lap after her presentation and they would deal with it after the meeting?

I LOVE THIS<3

Ryujin had taken a liking to you the moment you walked in for the interview, the short skirt you wore was so tight, it hugged your curves perfectly. Your white sheer shirt was letting her see the black bra you wore underneath. Safe to say you got the job that day.

Other employees would complain about Ryujin's work ethic, how she was hard on them and relentless. They envied her treatment of you, she was much kinder, buying you lunch, you were driven by her to work, and your pay was much more generous than theirs.

So when your coworkers groaned at Ryujin's announcement of the monthly presentation of their assets, you smiled, your presentations were always Ryujin's favourite, you kept them short and straight to the point and anytime an employee would start to doze off (your presentations were always the last one, end of the day too) Ryujin would glare daggers at them, clearing her throat and instilling the fear of god into them.

You were packing up your notes at the end of the presentation, your coworkers listening as Ryujin gave her last speech, telling them that their numbers weren't up to standard. You didn't realise she had sat back into her seat at the head of the long table, you just needed to sit after standing for so long and she wouldn't mind. But as soon as you sat back down you realised she was already on the chair.

Your coworkers' eyes go wide and quickly looked away to avoid a scolding, you went to stand back up but Ryujin's hands flew to your waist, keeping you still. She had been hard since this morning, watching you walk about the office in the skirt she bought for you and you tried not to react to her bulge poking into your ass.

"Get out," she instructed your coworkers and they scrambled to leave, some of their papers and jackets still in the room as the door shut behind them as they left the building. Let's be honest, some of them already assumed the two of you had something going on, she treated you much better than them.

She let her grip on your hips get tighter, kneading the flesh there as she whispered in your ear.

"You like teasing me, huh?" she groaned into your ear as you shifted in her lap, her clothed cock pressing further into you. You squeaked in response, words just wouldn't come out. She was so hot, she was everything you wanted but for the longest time, they were just fantasies.

"N-no, Miss Shin, I-" you stuttered out, she cut you off however as her hands came around your body, hands on your bare thighs as she started to work the fabric up. Her fingers ghosted over your panties as she whispered in your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I think you do, I think you want me to bend you over and fuck you against the desk," she groaned, fingers pushing the fabric of your panties to the side, her fingers gliding through your soaked folds.

That made her gasp,

"You like this, don't you baby girl?" you could feel the smile in her words, you let out the weakest hum of agreement, your hands coming to her forearms as you gripped them.

Her fingers started to gather up the wetness that was coating your pussy, fingers teasing your entrance as she continued to gasp at the feeling. Eventually pushing you to stand up before you were forced onto your elbows on the desk, your skirt being pushed up as you could hear her belt buckle click, her zip being pulled down and her hot, fat and leaking cockhead was starting to tease your folds.

"Please Ryujin~" you whined out, she was taking too long with her teasing, sliding her cockhead up and down your folds, inching in slowly and pulling back out, gathering your wetness and covering her cock with it as she jerked it slowly. Lining herself up to your entrance. Letting herself drape over you.

Whispering in your ear, "Calling me by name? that's a first." she teased, letting her cock sink in fully as she peeled herself away from your body, grasping your hips and taking in the feeling of your tight cunt.

"Fuck, you're tight," she husked out, letting her cock ease out before slamming it back in. Her groans and moans drowned your own out as she fucked you.

You tried to grip at the wooden table below you, unsuccessfully, but you needed to hold onto something, each thrust of her hips pushing you against the cold desk.

Her hands guided your hips as she slammed into you, groaning as she rolled her hips into yours over and over again. Loving the whines and moans that slipped through your lips, she didn't know if everyone had gone home yet and quite frankly she didn't care.

One of her hands left your hips and went to your ass, kneading the flesh there and letting her hand hit over and over again, loving the way your moans would become hoarse, whining and squirming under her. The red hand print on your ass made her drape herself over you, mouthing under your ear, biting down on the flesh there and sucking to leave little marks and bites over and over again.

Standing back up when she was satisfied with the marks littered down your neck. Your walls began to contract, squeezing her cock and making her cock start to leak precum, her orgasm about to be triggered.

She was planning on pulling out but when she started to peel her body away and her cock started to leave your cunt but you let your hands fly back to her thighs, pulling her back in and leading to you collapse against the desk.

"Please, please cum in me," you whined out, her thrusting rougher now at your words, it turned her on more somehow and her loud groans made your stomach tighten as you came over her cock, your walls contracting and milking her.

She spilt her seed into you, hips jerking forward with each spurt that came out. Letting herself empty into you and draped herself over you one last time.

"God, that was so fucking good," her voice was hoarse, deeper than before and you closed your eyes as she pulled out, whining at the loss.

She chuckled and pulled your skirt back down, turning you to face her and wiping your smudged make-up, fixed your hair and draped her blazer over your shoulders.

Leaving a soft kiss on your lips and turning you to the door to leave, smacking your ass playfully as she followed you.

[cami-stuffs]

Pushing Towards You

Chapter 12: The Harvest Festival

A: Hey, mum. Can we postpone our lunch today? Enid and Wednesday want to hang out. Sorry. I love you. Xx

Calista just received a text from Ártemis and signed.

"What is it, my love?" Larissa asked. They were driving back to Jericho.

"You were right, Riss. My little girl is growing up." Calista read the text aloud to Larissa and made the woman chuckle.

"Oh, darling. This is good news. She is making friends. Miss Sinclair is adorable. And Miss Addams...Well, let's say she is a good girl." Larissa gave a reassuring smile to Calista.

"Yeah... I know. I miss her. That's all." Calista pouted and answered her daughter. "That's alright, precious. Have fun! Love you so much! Xx"

Larissa parked in front of Calista's building and turned the car off.

"Thank you for the amazing night," Larissa said, holding Calista's hand. 

"I should thank you, my dear." Calista soothed Larissa's hand. "I presume I won't see you for the next few days, huh?"

"Unfortunately not, my love." Larissa looked sadly at Calista. "Since I had a night off last night, I'll have to work all weekend. Next Friday, it's The Harvest Festival, and it is mandatory for all students. I must get everything set."

"Oh, I see. I remember this festival. I used to like it." Calista became thoughtful.

"Would you like to come as my date?" Larissa adventures herself to ask. "I know that until there, you won't talk to Gaia and Ártemis about us, but I would love it if you were there with me. Like, you know, secret lovers."

"Of course, I'll be there with you. I'll help you watch the students, and we can have a romantic ride on the Ferris wheel as in our first kiss. Do you remember?" Calista was beaming.

"I do, my darling. Lovely idea." Larissa pulled Calista closer and kissed her. "I probably should be going. I have that meeting with Gaia and a lot of work."

"Yeah... We'll talk later, then." Calista pecked kisses along Larissa's face, making the woman giggle. "Bye, my dear."

"Bye, my love. Have a lovely weekend. I'll be thinking about you." Larissa had passionate eyes while observing Calista leaving her car.

"I'll be thinking about you too, Riss. Drive safe." Calista farewell and watched as Larissa's car drove away.

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Later that day, Calista was dozing on the couch when she received a phone call from Gaia.

C: Hey, G. What's up?

G: Hey, Lista. How are things going? Guess what, I've just come out of Larissa's office.

C: Really? Why? Is everything okay?

Calista knew about the meeting but pretended she didn't. 

G: Everything is perfect. Larissa called me to congratulate me. Apparently, the students enjoyed my classes, and Ártemis was one of them.

Calista could avoid smiling to herself.

C: Oh, G, I'm so happy for you. You deserve it more than anything.

G: Thank you for supporting me in this.

C: How couldn't I? It was your dream, and you are perfect for this position, as the feedback confirmed.

G: I guess I am. By the way, Lista, I've been watching our baby girl. She has friends. Can you believe it? Real friends. Friends that like her as she is.

Calista heart fluttered with emotions, and her eyes watered. 

C: I don't know what to say. She declined our lunch today to hang out with her friends. And now, hearing you say that makes me ecstatic. Thank you, Gaia. That made my day.

G: Quieten your heart, Lista. Our baby girl is doing perfectly fine. I'll let you enjoy your Saturday. I just called you to tell you the news.

C: And what a big news. Congratulations again, G. Have a good weekend.

G: You too, Lista. Bye.

C: Bye, G.

The conversation wasn't long, but it was enough for Calista to be convinced that she and Gaia had made a good decision about Ártemis' education. Her daughter's happiness was the primary purpose of this new life. For Calista, it already worthed. 

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Calista hasn't heard from Ártemis until Tuesday night. She waited for the girl to look for her once Calista knew that Gaia was watching their daughter, and if something went wrong, Calista would know it. Besides, Larissa was there, and being headmistress, she would keep Calista updated.

Larissa was a topic of concern to Calista. Their relationship became serious after the raising funds party, and Calista was uncomfortable hiding this from Ártemis and Gaia. Next Friday, they would be together at the festival as friends to the bystanders. This dynamic was fun when they were young, but now, Calista wanted more. She longed to hold Larissa's hand in public, kiss and hug her. Nevertheless, she must open up their relationship with her family, mainly Ártemis.

To her very surprise, Ártemis called Calista on Tuesday night, and the conversation was about no other than Larissa.

C: To what do I owe the honor of receiving a call from my only child? Are you bored of friends already?

Calista would not miss the chance to mock Ártemis, and the girl knew that.

A: Oh, you know. They are far too demanding. It's tiresome!

They both laughed at this. Calista could tell the girl was glad.

C: Hello, baby girl. How are you?

A: Hey, mum. I'm fine. What about you? How was your party last Friday?

C: It was lovely. People are receptive there.

A: I guess Ms. Weems had an excellent night as well. I saw her arriving at the school in a stunning dress on Saturday morning. And she had a happy face.

Calista smiled and made a mind note to comment on this with Larissa later.

C: Well, she deserves to have fun. I presume it is hard to run a school. So, tell me, you usually text me, and today you opted for calling. What happened? It is not to tell me about Ms. Weems's extracurricular activities.

A: Not about this, to be specific, but about her.

That's odd. Calista thought.

C: About Larissa? Why?

A: She called me at her office today. At first, I thought I had done something wrong. Instead, she offered herself to help me gain control over my powers.

C: Larissa did that?

A: She did. She also told me she was a shapeshifter too! Did you know that?

Oh shit, Larissa. You could have warned me! There was no escape now.

C: I did. I have known it since school. But she made me promise her not to tell anyone. And you can imagine why. And I hope you keep that promise as well. If she told you, it is because she trusts you.

A: Don't worry, Mom. I won't tell anyone. I took the offer, of course. I called because I imagined you would like to know.

C: I did! You take those classes very seriously. Larissa is a powerful shapeshifter; she can help you.

A: You can count on that, mum.

C: Good. I'll see you at the festival on Friday, then. It is mandatory for the students.

A: Yes. How do you know the festival is this week?

C: Larissa told me.

Calista started to build a plan to tell Ártemis about her and Larissa.

A: Ms. Weems? Have you been talking to her? Are you spying on me?

Calista rolled her eyes at that. Were you spying on her? For god sake!

C: I don't need Larissa for that. I have your mumma G. But no, I'm not spying on you, baby girl. As you already know, Larissa and I were friends at school. And besides you and Gaia, she is the only person I know here. So, we are resuming our friendship. This is not about you, precious.

A: I see. Okay, then. I like her, you know, Ms. Weems.

C: I know you do.

A: So, that's it, mum. I'll go to bed now. I love you. I see you on Friday. Good night.

C: I love you too, precious. Good Night.

Calista hoped Ártemis would still be fond of Larissa after she got acquainted with the big news. 

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On Friday night, Calista awaited Larissa at the festival, watching the normie kids run around. She sat by a picnic table and recalled the events Nevermore held back in her time. At a Harvest Festival, Larissa and Calista kissed for the first time. After that, they kept seeing each other secretly, with ups and downs.

"Is this seat taken?" Calista heard a familiar English scent whispering in her ear.

"I'm afraid it is. I'm keeping it to my lady." Calista answered without turning around, a soft smile appearing on her lips.

"Lucky Lady, then." There was again the English scent voice.

"She is. And I'm too." Calista conceived.

"Saved by the festival, Ms. Cos'Asanto. Otherwise, I would drag you away from here and steal many kisses from your beautiful mouth." Larissa sat on the bench beside Calista.

"You wouldn't dare, Ms. Weems!" Calista smirked, and Larissa chuckled.

"Hello, sweetheart, how was your day?" Larissa gave a soft smile.

"Pretty normal. And yours?" Calista supported the chin in her palm to listen to Larissa.

"Busy, as always. But it is better now." Larissa had a passionate gaze and moved it quickly from Calista's lips to her eyes again.

At this moment, Calista was hugged from behind by Ártemis.

"Hey, mumma C! I missed you!" Ártemis was glowing.

Calista and Larissa stood up to greet the girl.

"Hey, precious! How I missed you!" Calista involved Ártemis in her arms. "I can swear you are taller. Isn't she taller?" Calista asked Larissa, pointing out to Ártemis.

"You always say that! I cannot keep growing up." Ártemis rolled her eyes and then beamed.

"Don't discuss it with your mother. She knows very well how fast you can grow up. Her baby bump was enormous at the end of the pregnancy." There came Gaia, putting her arms in Ártemis and Calista's shoulders, stuck between them. "Hello, Lista." She kissed Calista's cheek.

"Hello, G." Calista greeted back with a kiss on Gaia's cheek. Larissa moved her eyes away from the scene, but it went unnoticed by the trio. "She is right, 'Temis. It seemed that I had swallowed watermelon."

"I guess it was bigger than that." Gaia raised her eyes, pretending she was trying to remember.

"You think so?" Calista was now on the game.

"Yep... Look at her now. She couldn't be smaller than a watermelon." Gaia smirked.

"Yeah...You are right...I think..." The girl cut off Calista.

"Okay...You can stop. I got it!" Ártemis was used to this kind of joke. "It's not my fault you found a donor taller than it should be."

At that, Calista and Larissa exchanged glimpses, reddening.

"Ouch...Okay, kid. You win this time!" Gaia said absently of the tense atmosphere between Larissa and Calista.

"So, will you have lunch with me tomorrow or dump me again?" Calista switched the subject abruptly. 

"Poor, mumma C. She missed me." Ártemis mocked her mother, and Calista pouted.

"I did!" Calista hugged Ártemis in her waist. "You know, Gaia, you could go with Ártemis. I am into a good pasta tomorrow. What do you think?" Calista bright smiled.

"Are you already tired of cooking?" Gaia sniggered.

"Ohhh....yes!" Calista groaned. "I hate cooking, you know that. Save me, please?" At that, Larissa lifted one eyebrow, and Gaia laughed. 

"Deal! Tomorrow is pasta!" Gaia said. "Now, I have to watch my students, right, Ms. Weems?" This was the first time Larissa spoke.

"Yes, you have, Ms. Rivera. Thank you." Larissa answered. At that, Gaia said her goodbyes and left.

They could barely talk again when someone approached Ártemis.

"Ártemis, we were looking for you... Oh, hello, Ms. Weems. Hello, Ms...." The blond girl started. She had content eyes and a sweet smile.

"Cos'Anto. Calista. I'm Ártemis's mother. Nice to meet you." Calista welcomed the girl.

"Oh... Hello, nice to meet you, Ms. My name is Enid. Enid Sinclair. And this is my roommate, Wednesday Addams." She moved her body to let a deadpan girl come to light.

"Hello, Miss Addams. Nice to meet you." Calista greeted her. The girl barely nodded.

"Are you an outcast too? Have you been to Nevermore?" Enid stumbled on her words.

"Miss Sinclair, please, don't be rude." Larissa scolded the girl, who shrugged his shoulders as if saying "sorry."

"That's okay, Larissa. I don't mind. Yes, Miss Sinclair. For both of your questions." Calista looked at the girl. "I'm a telekinesis, and I've been to Nevermore. I was in the same class as Principal Weems and Miss Addams's parents, Gomez and Morticia." At that, Wednesday gave a fierce stare to Calista.

"So, were you also part of my Mother's fan club?" Wednesday asked detached.

Calista looked at Larissa, and the woman nodded and gave a sneaky smile.

"I'm afraid I wasn't, Miss Addams. I tried to keep some distance from your mother. Sorry to disappoint you." Calista tried not to be rude.

"I'm not disappointed. I'm thrilled." Wednesday barely moved her lips. "I like you."

Calista raised her eyebrows in surprise and said nothing.

"So, let's have some fun!" Enid squeaked behind the moody girl. 

Ártemis farewell to his mother and left with Enid. Before following the other girls, Wednesday fixed her eyes on Calista and snapped.

"I wonder if all the shapeshifters are tall, blonde, and have blue eyes. Ártemis and Ms. Weems are much alike." And with that, she was off.

Calista and Larissa didn't know what to say to that. 

"Smart girl, isn't she?" That was all Calista could manage to say.

"More I than we would like and much more than we know, I should say." Larissa signed. 

"Well...I suppose it means that they are real friends. If they know about Ártemis, they must be reliable." Calista sat back at the picnic table.

"They are. Enid and Wednesday. They are good girls." Larissa sat beside Calista with her knees and ankles touching and clasped hands. "So, when were you planning on telling me you don't like cooking?" She asked, her eyes scanning between her students.

"Probably soon." Calista giggled. "I'm sorry. I desired to make our days special. But cooking is not my cup of tea." 

"I enjoy cooking," Larissa chatted with a reflective voice while her eyes passed through the passersby. "I could cook us a fine dining." She side-eyed Calista.

"And I thought I couldn't fall more in love with you than I am; you surprise me!" Calista flattered Larissa.

"If you are now, then wait until you eat it." Larissa flushed. 

"Probably; I'll ask you to marry me." Calista joked.

"Probably,  I'll say yes." Larissa hit back.

They locked her eyes on others'. Calista wanted to kiss Larissa so badly. Larissa should be thinking the same. Her sight was moving from lips to Calista's eyes.

"I suppose..." Larissa cleared her throat. "it is prudent if we walk around the festival."

"Agreed," Calista said, hustling and standing up.

Calista and Larissa walked side by side, watching over the students and talking. They were having a good night, recalling when they were at Nevermore as students. Sometimes, their hands slightly brushed, and they tried to catch it until they remembered their situation.

"I'm planning on telling Gaia about us soon." Calista started after a frustrated tried to hold Larissa's hand. "You know that I don't enjoy playing hide and seek. And now that we are settled, I can't stand it for too long."

"I would be pleased with that, my love." Larissa came to a halt. "But no pressure. I don't want you to be on bad terms with your family."

"I know, Riss." Calista signed. "I'm sure about that."

"I'm glad to hear it." Larissa caressed Calista's arms and resumed their walking.

"Oh, by the way, Ártemis called me this week to tell me about your offer to help her with her powers. I shall thank you for helping her and trusting her to know about you, too." Calista smiled at Larissa.

"I don't have to thank me. It is my fault she is a shapeshifter, after all." Larissa giggled. "Beyond that, and more importantly, I am genuinely fond of her. She is a brilliant girl, and I know the ills of being a shapeshifter without guidance."

"I could marry right now," Calista said breathlessly.

"So do! It is the second time you mentioned that." Larissa flushed harder than ever.

Calista smiled at that and kept silent. *Why not?*. 

"Oh...One more thing: Ártemis saw you on Saturday morning after we came back from Burlington. She said you had a happy face and a stunning dress." Calista warned in a joking tone.

"Oh, my goodness! Those students won't let anything pass through them." Larissa chuckled.

They ended the night with the promised ride on the Ferris Wheel. Larissa and Calista could finally lean on each other, touching and holding hands. When the cart stopped at the highest point, Calista snuggled in Larissa and rested the head on her chest.

"I'm glad to be here with you, Lis." Larissa started kissing Calista's forehead. 

"So do I, my beautiful angel." Calista cupped Larissa's face with both hands and slowly kissed her. "I love you, Riss. I love you so much." Calista whispered as their head touched.

"I love you too, my darling." Larissa had a choked voice and watering eyes.

They kissed once more before the wheel started to move again, collecting themselves and getting ready to return to reality.

Chapter 11 | Chapter 13

[hellfirexhoe]

Death of Me - Chapter 4: What Not To Expect When You’re Expecting

Chapter 4 | Series Masterlist

2k words

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, pregnancy, mentions of needles and needle phobia, honestly at this point you're here to be hurt and I'm here to do the hurting. Hawkins PD are incredibly ineffective at their jobs and stupid.

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"It's not that bad." Steve tries, and fails, to sound nonchalant. 

Eddie stares at him for what feels, to Steve, like an eternity. Before pointedly jangling the cuff that now secures his wrist to the railing of his bed.

"Not that bad, huh?"

A few hours earlier

This morning had been worse than most for your nausea, not helped by knowing you were going to have a blood draw in the afternoon. When the time rolled around for your appointment you were an anxiety ridden mess, needle phobia is a bitch like that. You'd already pushed the appointment back a week and it had done nothing but prolong your anxiety.

Your mother had left work to take an extended lunch break to accompany you to this appointment, knowing you were a fainting risk. She had been on her best behaviour lately regarding out of pocket comments about Eddie, you could ignore the lip pursing at least. 

For all the anxiety it had caused you, the blood draw wasn't so bad, your mother had been suggesting baby names to you from a book, keeping you focused on her while the nurse stuck you.

"Melissa?"

You snort, "Please, just mentally say that potential name for me. Sounds ridiculous."

"Oh. You're not sticking with your surname for baby?" Before you can open your mouth your mother speaks again, holding a hand up,

"I'm not criticising. I'm not judging. I am merely asking if you're sure that's in the best interests of this child."

You glance sideways at the nurse in earshot and glare at your mother wordlessly until the nurse leaves to take your blood out to the lab. 

"You will see, Eddie is innocent, they'll clear his name. And yes, the baby is getting his surname. " You set your jaw, defiance glinting in your eyes before your mother backs down, not wanting to cause you any more stress. 

"Okay then… Bruce?" 

"Definitely not."

You're shifting into a sitting position to climb off the bed and sway slightly, your mother quickly holds you in place by your arms,

"Easy, easy. There's no rush." You pause, allowing the dizzy sensation to pass before sliding off the bed, still supported by your mother,

"I can stand by myself."

"Humour me, you're still my baby. Even at appointments for your baby." You walk to the cafeteria together, your mother insisting on feeding you before she heads back to the office. You sit at a table and groan immediately,

"Bathroom, back in a minute." Your bladder seems to have shrunk on a weekly basis, now at 13 weeks you're sure it's an egg cup size or smaller, and you have no idea how you're supposed to function beyond 30 weeks by which time you estimate your bladder will have ceased to exist. 

As you're leaving the bathroom there is a commotion, police officers swarming the building and running up the stairs. None of the staff on duty in the hospital seem particularly alarmed by their presence so you let your curiosity get the better of you. You had overheard the floor number on the radios so you head up in the elevator, as the doors open you can see them going into a room almost opposite you, just down the hall. You try to creep along, get a glimpse of the drama but the door is quickly slammed shut before you get too close. You can hear muffled shouting before Steve Harrington is ejected from the room, and held back by officers.

You swear Hawkins just gets weirder by the year as you return to the cafeteria downstairs.

"Any day now, Lucas. She's going to come back. Just like Eddie." Dustin meets Lucas' eyes from across the bed, Lucas prays Dustin is right. The waiting is torture, so is the anxiety that she might wake up when he's not there and think he left her alone. 

"I hope so."

"Me too man, me too." 

The peaceful moment is broken by the sounds of heavy footsteps running, shouting,

"Oh shit." Dustin and Lucas realise what is happening almost immediately, Dustin poking his head out of the door in time to see Steve getting hauled out of the room, officers now standing guard outside Eddie's room. Steve catches Dustin's face peering out from Max's room and immediately stops struggling against the officers holding him,

"Okay I'm good, I'm good. I'll come with you to answer your questions." Steve is led away, not cuffed but certainly being restrained by the officers. Dustin shuts the door quietly, trying not to draw attention, Lucas is immediately in front of him and startles him slightly,

"That doesn't seem great." 

"No it doesn't, Robin and Nancy need to know." Lucas nods and looks back to Max, clearly unwilling to leave her side.

"Don't worry, I'll go." Dustin waits a few minutes before stepping out and walking as casually as he can to the elevator.

"So you're telling us that Eddie is innocent and you can prove it? Well blow us away Harrington." 

"I need to speak to Hopper, Jim. He'll be able to understand."

Callahan shakes his head from the other side of the table,

"No, see, you don't get to make demands. You were found in the hospital room of our resident murderer. At best you were conspiring to help Eddie Munson escape, at worst, you're his co-conspirator and you helped him with his murders. We know he wasn't acting alone."

"No, that's not what happened. Eddie didn't do anything, neither did I!" 

Sweat is trickling down Steve's back, he knows the truth won't be believed by anyone here in this room. 

"Please. I'm not demanding, I just need to speak to Hopper. Please." The officers questioning Steve share a glance.

"Eh what the hell, call him."

Hopper is in the room within 30 minutes, and he and Steve are sitting in his car after Hopper makes the point that actually, no, they can't hold him indefinitely and he is allowed to leave the room.

Steve explains the situation as calmly and as quietly as he can, the two men come up with a plan, a plan to get Eddie out of the hospital before he can be taken into police custody.

"You know he's going to be hunted again right? He's going to have to agree to this plan before we can make a move."

Steve nods,

"I understand, we can't let him go down for something he had nothing to do with."

"Well, someone will have to take the fall for this Steve. Its not like I can tell the nice officers what you've just told me and lead them into the Upside Down looking for Vecna. As for Eddie, do you have some place where we can hide him while we get everything straightened out? Somewhere they wouldn't think to search?"

Steve thinks and comes up empty, then a small spark,

"He mentioned a girlfriend but wouldn't tell me her name. Henderson knows though."

Hopper looks at Steve for a second, waiting for him to catch up, when he recieves a blank stare Hopper speaks up,

"If the police know about the girlfriend do we not think they would search her house first?" He speaks slowly and using his hands to punctuate his sentence. 

"Shit." Steve had not considered that Dustin might not be the only person in the world other than Eddie who knew who Eddie's mystery girlfriend was.

"Okay, how's this. We lead them to search your house. They will come up empty handed because I'm presuming Eddie isn't a frequent guest at your house? Once they have searched we will the  move Eddie to your house. We can hide him at my cabin for those few days."

"Thank you." Steve nods, his house is certainly big enough to hide Eddie until this blows over.

"Don't thank me yet kid, if this is the Big One, we're going to need all the manpower we can get. He better heal quickly. And he's not skipping town if he heals in time." Steve's stomach lurches, the not knowing of what comes next after those gates opened has probably given him a stomach ulcer by this point. He knows what comes next won't be good, but maybe this time they will get the upper hand and take the son of a bitch down.

The two men drive to the hospital mostly in silence, and find Eddie's room unguarded, Hopper is once again astounded at the ineffectiveness of the police department as they enter Eddie's room unimpeded.

After Eddie's initial and well earned sassing of Steve he listens to the plan. 

"Aw shit, Harrington if you wanted me to move in with you, you could have just asked." 

"I'm taking that as a 'yes I agree to the plan'." Eddie nods,

"Do you want us to call your uncle, maybe clue him in on what's happening. Maybe let him know you're not dead?"

"Is it safe for him to know?" Eddie looks at Hopper, conflicted. He would give anything to see his old man again, probably get the lecture of a lifetime and be grounded until he was 45 but it would be so worth it to tell Wayne he was okay. But Hopper can't lie to Eddie and say for certain Wayne would not be implicated or arrested if they made contact.

"And the girlfriend can't know yet either, if that's how we're playing it." Eddie nods again.

His plans to leave Hawkins or stay change depending on the direction of the wind these days. In his heart he wants to stay, have his "holy shit you're alive" moments with both you and Wayne probably have a mug chucked at his head by you, but his head tells him that he would put you both in danger, drag you down with him. How could he do that to the two people he loves the most? So maybe leaving is the best option. He doesn't truly believe that Hopper can clear his name, and is only going along with it so his friends don't feel guilty or that they didn't try hard enough. 

Your mother drops you off home after your appointment, leaving you to flip through the copy of what your mother has referred to as "The New Pregnancy Bible". The floral imagery and the evidently much older than you woman on the cover had made you cringe, and chapters on planning your pregnancy received a scoffed laugh as you skipped past those.

"Bit late for that." You joke to your empty bedroom. 

You skim read most of the chapters, as you'd expected there's no advice on what to expect when you're expecting a baby and your boyfriend is dead, accused of murdering your best friend. You suspect that market would be incredibly niche. 

You get up from your bed to place the book on your desk, keen to focus on something non-pregnancy related for just five minutes of your day when you catch sight of something in the mirror that makes you gasp softly,

"Oh!"

Your gaze is frozen in the mirror, turning your torso back and forth, a small smile playing on your lips as you notice it. It's probably mostly a result of your lunch, but you can see a new curve at your abdomen. You run a hand down it slowly, 

"Hi there, baby." 

Every milestone you reach just makes this more real, actually seeing your bump becoming visible is another reminder that this is happening, you're having Eddie's baby. And while you'd be the first to admit that you do not feel ready there's also another part of you that can't wait to love on this child, make sure they know who their daddy was and that he would have adored them. Wayne's comment about the Munson nose has stuck in your mind and you'd be lying if you said you didn't picture this baby as a carbon copy of Eddie, eyes like melted chocolate and curly hair that you can never quite seem to tame or even untangle, and that's if you can even get this child to sit still for five minutes. 

[crybabylulu]

No Kitty

Sugar mama Lin Beifong x sugar baby reader

Summary: someone isn’t a fan of Miyuki

As I was cleaning the house the phone rang and I went to answer. “Hello.” I said. “Hey! It’s me Su I was wondering if you guys wanted to come visit again.” Su said. “Oh we would love to! When do you want us to come by?” I asked. “How about next next week?” Su asked. “Hmm that sounds good to me but I’ll ask Lin.” I said. “Ok just get back to me when you can, I can’t wait to see you all.” Su said. “Of course.” I said. We hung up then I went back to cleaning. When I finished I washed my hands then started making lunch for Lin. Once I was done making lunch I packed it up then went to make myself look pretty.

I know I don’t need to do this but I want to. I like to dress up and get pretty. It's my favorite thing to do and it makes me happy. I wore a short white floral corset dress and then put my hair in a half up ponytail. I grabbed a pink ribbon and wrapped it around Miyuki. She had a cute bow and now we match. “Come on baby, we gotta go see daddy.” I said with a smirk on my face. I grabbed my bag then left with Miyuki. “You look very lovely, Miyuki, that ribbon suits you very well.” I told her as we walked to Lin.

Miyuki meowed. “You’re welcome.” I said. She meowed again. “Oh thank you sweetie. Daddy is gonna think we look good.” I said. We made it to the job and I opened the door for Miyuki and she ran up towards Lin’s office. “Excuse me miss but you can’t bring your cat in here.” An officer said. “Huh.” I said. “There’s no animals allowed so please leave with your furball.” He said. “Furball?” I asked and Miyuki hissed at the man. “Yes your furball Ma’am now leave.” He said. The anger in me was boiling because how dare he call my baby a furball!

“For one do not call her a furball. She has a name and I've also brought her in here before and there was no problem.” I said. “Everything ok?” Mako asked as he quickly came over to me. “He called Miyuki a furball and said I can’t have her here.” I said. “It’s ok, the cat can be here.” Mako said. “Says who? She has no clearance for that furball.” He said. “Call my cat a furball one more time.” I said. “No no no. Go upstairs.” Mako said and tried to push me towards the stairs. “You know what ok.” I said.

I was about to be a baby and tell Lin! “She’s not allowed to go up there.” The officer said. I rolled my eyes and went up the stairs and opened Lin’s door. I didn't even care to knock. As soon as I opened the door I put on a pouty face. “Linny.” I said. “What’s wrong?” Lin said and looked up at me. “She can’t go up there with that furball.” The officer snapped. Lin came out of her office and looked down at the officer. “What is going on?” Lin asked. Mako just looked at the officer. “That girl is trying to bring this furball into the building.” The officer said and pointed at me then at Miyuki.

Miyuki hissed at him again. “Miyuki come here.” I said. Before Miyuki could make it up the stairs the officer tried to grab her. “Don’t you dare grab that cat! She is fine to bring her cat here. If there was any problem you should have called me down instead of causing this scene.” Lin said to him. I picked up Miyuki and I petted her. “I apologize chief.” He said. “The next time you talk to my girlfriend that way I’ll have your badge.” Lin said then turned around to walk into her office and like the child I am I stuck out my tongue and Miyuki hissed at the man again.

We walked into the office then closed the door. “You ok?” Lin asked. I nodded. “We’re fine.” I said. Lin kissed my head. “You two look very cute.” Lin said. “Thank you.” I said. Miyuki meowed. “You’re welcome.” Lin said and petted Miyuki. “I told you daddy would think we would look nice.” I said. “Am I her mother or father?” Lin asked. I shrugged. “I differentiate between the two.” I said. Lin shook her head. “Anyways we brought you food and our pretty faces.” I said.

[ronearoundblindly]

The First Eighty-Three Hours (4)

CEO!Steve Rogers x CEO!reader

Dinner (see previous or series)

Summary: The most nerve-racking part of your official first day isn't what you expect.

Warnings for frustrating gossip and misogynist behavior, as well as light and suggestive language. This one is a bit of a rollercoaster, FYI. WC 3.5k

You never believed it more than today: Mondays are the fucking worst.

It started normally. You woke, dressed, and came to work early. You exchanged a few texts with Steve, all sweet but about real business, and you looked forward to ticking off lots of things on the to-do list, especially since as co-CEOs, you both can split up the top-level tasks.

It goes to shit almost immediately.

Security hasn’t updated your badge clearance for the building but has managed to delete your old security details in preparation for the change in title. You know a few of the front desk guards, but not all of them, not the ones working this morning, and since the building houses multiple company corporate offices, they see a lot of people come and go. Topaz has to come down and escort you up as if you are her visitor.

You can’t get mad—though you are fuming—because it’s a simple tech error that one call can correct. It’s about the most pleasant call of your whole day.

Each of the other companies you call has been in contract with American Capsules for at least a year. Some CEOs, some COOs, one CFO, you know every man (and they are all men) you speak to, and at a point in every single call, a variation of “are you sure? Put Rogers on” gets thrown in.

You have a headache from rolling your eyes so hard. You come up with highly creative ways to say that you have been on the line for most, if not all, of their previous discussions with Mr. Rogers, and that he, in fact, asked you for final assurance that his information was correct during most, if not all, of those calls. To some extent, you know this company better than Steve Rogers.

No one seems to fucking care. It’s a Monday. You’re a woman. You were just an assistant.

“I’d feel better if I hear that from him.”

That’s the kicker.

God forbid you get emotional, but baby-boy over here really needs to feel reassured. At least that man did not refer to you as some sort of dessert.

My name is not ‘sugar,’ it is not ‘cupcake,’ and it is not ‘gumdrop,’ you old farts. However, the nicknames come from men aged 31 to 63, so…woohoo, consistency.

The fun doesn’t end there. Your only in-person meeting decides to regale you with a story of how he’s more qualified than you.

“It’s a shame I never got to apply,” he scoffs in what he probably thinks is a casual way but it’s just derogatory. “Guess you had the inside track, huh? You and Rogers spend so much time together…”

Do not scream ‘fuck off.’ Don’t do it.

“Steve saw my dedication to this company, yes.” You fake-laugh to the door to get him to leave. “You’d hate the hours anyway, Paul. I know how much you love those Napa Valley vacations, and I’m afraid that just wouldn’t work here.”

You managed to not make the door hit him on the way out. Now you kinda want a cupcake.

At lunch—which you eat at nearly three in the afternoon—Topaz tosses out a comment about how you must be excited to spend some of that raise money, freshen up your wardrobe, maybe buy a new car or upgrade your apartment. You do not have fucking time for her shit.

Steve comes in to check a few things with you, dedicated to his professional persona, which is great because you need to feel like work is work and home is home right now.  The lines cannot be blurred when everyone around you thinks they already are.

Plus, you’d likely bite his head clean off if he dared say the word ‘precious’ after the morning you’ve had.

Keeping to work only is not that difficult because you’ve been ignoring how delicious Mr. Rogers looks in a suit for years, except there may be a few random phrases he accidentally says that make your thighs clench. Most of them are mild threats to the men who’d behaved badly towards you, but Steve doesn’t seem to know what they did. He’s simply annoyed that they insisted on speaking to him instead of confirming details with you.

The most peaceful part of the whole day is about seven minutes between two calls. You drink a whole glass of water with the door shut and get to stare out the window. The cityscape should remind you of sex. Good sex. Great sex. But no, all you really think about is chatting with Steve whilst having that morning coffee. You hated to replace the scent of his soap with your body wash after going home, and you washed your hair thinking of how to describe the ritual to him.

Other than that seven minutes in heaven, you never calm down. You end up still at the office until 6:20. There’s no chance to run home and change. You’ll have to go to dinner with Pepper and Tony in what you’re wearing.

Steve holds your coat up in the hall. He jokes that the perk of having a driver is that you can both leave your workbags in the car. He doesn’t sense anything is really wrong, and he says it again.

“You were amazing today.”

You don’t fucking feel like it.

During the ride to the restaurant, you are on the verge of rage tears. If tomorrow goes just as badly, you may break your desk phone. Employees knowing about (or acknowledging) your heightened status is hit-and-miss. Some offered congratulations while a fair few—shockingly all men—still rampantly demeaned you in hopes of getting a second with ‘your boss.’ It felt like high school all over again to hear girls whispering about ‘sleeping her way to the top’ in the bathroom. Bitter is not a heavy enough sentiment for how you feel in this stupid fucking car going to a stupid fucking meal while you still have a stupid fucking amount of—

“We’re here,” Steve says softly, a hand grasping your thigh briefly, telling you to wait while he gets your door.

You’re distracted on the walk inside, automatically letting him take your coat and check them in the lobby. Your mind is elsewhere when you step up to the hostess desk.

“It’s…I’m sorry, I don’t know who the reservation is under, but party of four—“

Damn. You think of something you need to tell Topaz and an amendment for a contract stipulation tomorrow.

As you scurry to pull out your phone, the maitre d’ clears his throat.

“Ma’am, this establishment has a dress code.”

It hardly registers. You have on a blouse and trousers with broken-in heels that don’t blister your feet. Your tits and ass aren’t hanging out. Mission accomplished. Let’s get on with it.

“I’m covered,” you mutter, texting Topaz.

“I’m afraid I can’t allow you to dine with us in that.”

You finally look up and see the clear disdain on the man’s angular face. Even the host is in a full tuxedo.

“Rogers!”

Tony yells from the doorway of a private room far beyond the main dining room and bar. He’s oblivious to disturbing anyone else’s meal, but it’s possible half of these people eat here explicitly to see Tony Stark and say they eat where he does.

Steve returns to your side, and while The Tony Stark and The Steve Rogers exchange a brief hug, you stare right into the maître d’s eyes and purse your lips.

“M’Lady,” Tony coos, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, “or should I say ‘my hero?’” He smiles and turns excitedly. “Hope you brought your appetites. I ordered one of everything. This way—“

“One moment,” you halt, lifting a finger, looking the angular man square in the face with your head held high. “Do we have a problem?”

Sheet-white, the host has a new pallor. Good.

“What’s this,” Steve asks quietly.

“No, ma’am,” the maitre d’ gulps, pure terror flashing in his brown eyes.

Your own eyes drop to his name tag. “Thank you, Lyle.” Smiling as you slowly rotate to your date, you let out a tense breath.

“After you,” Steve offers, smiling too.

You don’t want to start the night off on the wrong foot by explaining that exchange, but your hands smooth any piece of fabric they can get to nervously.

Tech guys in Silicon Valley go everywhere in ratty tees and cargo pants, and they’re probably openly welcomed into the nicest places. Steve’s in a perfectly nice suit, but nothing fancy. Hell, Tony wears a Black Sabbath shirt under a blazer. Why just you?

Your clothes are fine, not haute couture, but you have no desire to maintain a wardrobe that requires more time and effort than your day job. You know what Steve spends on dry cleaning and tailoring. When would you find the time? Plus, there’s a thin line between fashionable, functional, and cumbersome—

Whatever. Pepper will understand if it’s brought up…except she’s in a gorgeous sheath dress and Louboutins. Pep’s always been like that though, impeccable taste, and she’s the reason you found that gala gown from a store you wouldn’t have set foot in otherwise.

Dinner does start out well. Tony is beyond appreciative (about the weekend), and Pep is gracious and sympathetic (about your long day, no details). There’s a bit of discussion about the differences between Tony/Pepper’s setup and yours/Steve’s.

Pepper is the CEO and the only CEO of Stark Industries because Tony’s the innovator. Steve, who has always been the actual and active leader of his company, now shares those responsibilities with you. He makes an off-hand remark about still being crazy busy today, and your hands tremble faintly. You move them to your lap, trying to calm down. You’re finding it hard to jump into conversation—since you’ve spent years as a silent observer to Steve’s meetings—and transitioning to full participant isn’t natural yet.

Tony wasn’t joking about the food. Five appetizers show up and litter the table. Everyone tries everything they fancy and nothing they don’t. The not-empty plates are replaced by eight entrees laid in their wake.

This is weird. Delicious, yes, but wasteful and formal, and you’ve hit your limit. You open your mouth to excuse yourself for the ladies’ room, but the double door opens again. The chef has arrived with an off-menu addition. Tony is thrilled.

The plate, however, is placed directly in front of you.

“Something special,” the chef beams, “for you, Señorita Cappy.”

You recognize the dish and the man suddenly.

“Oh gosh, Maximus!” You take his outstretched hand, and he kisses the back of it. “I had no idea you—it’s been so long. You’re here now?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says in a thick accent, “thanks to yourself.”

“Consider me put in my place,” Tony grumbles playfully while Pepper and Steve look at you with curiosity.

“Ah,” you flounder to take the lead in speaking, “well, for one of the first catered events after I started at AmCap, Chef Maximus was part of the staff—but not a cook! I remember—a tragedy really, because he wanted so badly to debut this—“ you showcase the plate before you with a flick of your hand “—traditional meal from his hometown. I put him in touch with a client—Bonterouss, if you remember him,” you toss to Steve. “He’s an entrepreneur that had mentioned cuisine as a passion, and…”

You shrug the rest off.

Maximus is effusive beyond reason, and after quite a few “you’re welcome”s and “you earned it”s in hopes that he knows you’re very happy for him (but need this to be done), he wishes the group a fantastic meal, excusing himself.

It’s nice to see him, of course, and it’s so wonderful he’s doing well.

Tony grabs a fork and reaches to try the new addition on the table.

Steve and Pepper say some nice things about how nice you are and how wonderful you’ve done since they all met you. Nice and wonderful. You feel anything but nice and wonderful.

Your façade crumbles. The rollercoaster of the day has wrung you dry and now it wrings actual tears from you.

Tony doesn’t skip a beat and says to let it out or drink up. Steve rubs across your shoulders and tries to tell you again how amazing you are, but that brings on a few sobs. Pepper, bless her, helps you both to the restroom like you wanted to do before the dam broke.

In addition to pauper’s clothing—apparently—you have no makeup left after as quick of a recap and cry as you can manage in the loo.

“Sweetheart, you’ve done exceptional work, and you’ll continue to do so.” Pepper trashes the last of the cloth-like paper towels in the bathroom lit by two chandeliers.

One last sniffle. You’re allotted only one more sniffle, you tell yourself.

“And what about the rest?”

Her smile is sweet. “If you want, you know I’m always willing to go shopping with you, but if you don’t care, then fuck them.”

You quickly consider what Pep might spend on hair and makeup and clothing and cleaning that clothing…since you know what half that costs for Steve. You can’t decide if your stomach wants to wretch or to binge the feelings away.

“As for…men?” Pepper braces herself on the marble vanity and meets your eye in the mirror. “It takes a lot of time. Too much time. It’s a complete waste of time, and some of the jerks never learn. You will put in far more effort than Rogers needs to, and frankly, he may never understand.” She turns to you and questioningly reaches for the exit’s handle. “He’s a good guy though. He may be one of the few who listens at very least.”

That’s an exhausting thought in and of itself, but you nod.

Back at the table, Steve immediately asks if you’d prefer to leave. It’s too dismissive to answer that it was only ‘women’s issues’ because the cause was men. You struggled to do your job today because men seemingly could not accomplish their own jobs with a woman anywhere in the mix, even one they’ve all dealt with before.

But she’s got authority now? Inconceivable. They need to speak to Rogers.

That is horrifyingly inefficient. Also, of course, it’s not all men. Some will be perfectly professional around you while wondering if you’ll blow them for some more authority. Others will use any excuse to claim your accomplishments just aren’t the same as theirs. The exact same men who will say you fucked for your job will bemoan that you don’t try a little harder with your appearance, which is just—just—

You have to arrest that train of thought.

“No, I’m fine. Just tired,” you assure Steve.

Tired of everyone’s shit.

Breathe. Calm. Sip your wine. Don’t kill Stark when he asks what the hot gossip is from the toilet. First-day jitters stories are exchanged around the table. It’s supportive but unhelpful.

You weren’t nervous. You were sabotaged.

That isn’t what you want to talk about though, and you frown at Steve hoping he takes the hint.

He slyly puts his hand on your knee and squeezes gently. In his deep, commanding voice, Steve deliberately cuts into a moment of side bickering between the other couple.

“Anyway…”

Everyone straightens in their chair a little. There’s that press of your thighs again. How very Captain-ly of him, you think.

“Right,” Tony blurts, “now it’s my turn to be sad-sack.” He fishes around for another bite of something. “Who wants to hear about Galmira?”

The irony is that you did a lot better at dinner once the discussion became work related but not related to your experience of work. You catch Steve eyeing you once or twice, he half-heartedly mentions that they could talk about something else, but you lean to whisper “whatever gets me through this, ok” in his ear as a plea for the night to end without you looking like the awkward duckling.

There were four desserts and another special thing sent out from Maximus. Tony, of course, paid.

Steve is quiet during the car ride to drop you off at your apartment. He fidgets with his phone and seems to be checking and rechecking for emails that aren’t arriving.

“May I come up so we can talk,” he mumbles, setting the phone screen down in his lap.

You take a big breath and scratch at your eyebrow. “Steve, my place is not like yours.” The day is getting to you, and all you want is to wash it away or drown out how you felt like you weren’t good enough even though nothing really changed. You don’t think you can handle commentary about your actual home. “I don’t have a doorman that will bring me a swag bag or whatever. I don’t have two bathrooms…or bedrooms, for that matter, or a massive kitchen or giant windows.”

Steve picks at a bit of lint on his pant leg.

“Do you want those things?”

At first, you think it’s some sort of bizarre proposal, not completely out of the question for a man who told you he’s in love with you before your first date. Still, you peer at him with harsh condemnation.

“Because if you don’t want those things, then why would I care if you have them? Aside from being a biohazard or full of rats, I don’t see any reason that I’d be bothered.” Steve pockets his phone. “There are no rats, right?”

Those rage tears are starting a slow surge forward. “I mean it. I don’t live like you.”

“Precious, for most of my life, I didn’t live like I do now.” He turns to face you as best he can on the back seat. “Ma and I had just this side of nothing after my dad passed. She still lives more like you than me—or, I’m assuming closer—but I know she likes it that way. She’s comfortable. I’m comfortable. Are you?”

That all sounds sweet, but you don’t trust it. Everything feels precariously balanced on keeping any semblance of Steve’s respect since you felt an overall backslide at the office today. Work is work and home is home. What you need is home to still be the place you believe Steve Rogers wants you, a place where you are precious not indigent.

The car pulls up before you can truly respond.

“At least let me walk you to your door?�� He makes no move to touch you, respectfully.

While you gather your briefcase and purse, you make a decision.

“No, you can come up.”

It sounds less than sure, but that’s just it. Of all the things in life that you are not sure about right now, Steve Rogers is the one thing you are sure of.

Steve isn’t asking to come up with any expectations (other than to ascend a staircase and have a door unlocked). He simply asks to let you know you have options to choose from to feel better: alone or company.

He’s also—in his own hyper-efficient, maddeningly puppy-dog way—telling you that you deserve to feel better, to feel confident, to feel comfortable.

He confirms morning pick-up for the two of you with his driver. He politely follows you to your door, three steps behind. He says exactly zero words in response to laying eyes on your living space. He takes your coat again to hang his and yours by your door.

For some reason, it strikes you that they look good together, your coats, right there in your apartment, and you release an enormous sigh as you plop your bags down at the dinette.

“Don’t fret,” he soothes, finally closing the distance between you to cup your face and kiss your forehead, “I’ll be honored to smell like you tomorrow.”

Your thighs clench and you swallow loudly.

Steve backs up, beet red at the collar of his shirt. “Soap,” he yells. “I meant your—“ He pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut, muttering, “real question is whether I need another drink or if that means I’ve had too many…”

He rubs the nape of his neck, jutting a thick, veiny forearm close to your face, and it wafts that damn air of comfort right at you. A lock of hair dislodges and tickles his forehead. He bites at his pink bottom lip. He’s magically confident and shy, thorough but clueless, too grand and too adorable all in one ripped, muscular package dropped off neatly in your living room where it visibly does not belong.

Today was hard, but this guy makes the night look easy.

So you just fling yourself on him, cheap-but-not-cheap clothing and all.

Fuck it. Earn that cupcake.

Oooooo, big shock, I couldn't keep it to the estimated number of chapters...again. There will be at least one more. Fairly certain it will just be the one if my outline holds (she says with absolutely zero confidence while thinking of three other side-plots) and will probably have a bit of smut. Who knows. I sure as shit don't. These two just lead me around blindly...

I see what I did there, whoops. Makes sense now.

[Last Part]

[Main Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

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[matenrou-fan]

Interrupted make out session

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

femreader, slightly NSFW, kissing, reader being a brat

Hitoya (684 words), Samatoki (610 words), Ichiro (686 words)

Hitoya:

You walk into his law firm, it was almost lunch break. You notice that there's no clients today, usually all corridor was full of people who's need a consultation or something like that.

You gently smile to his secretary, who's was sitting in corridor. She already know who are you cause it wasn't your first visit to your boyfriend's work, so she didn't stop you when you gently knock on the door of Hitoya's office and then get inside.

"Having a easy day today, are you?" - you chuckle as he look at you from his paperwork. He sigh as he take a cup of coffee and drink a little.

"Absolutely not. I need to finish all this stuff to the end of the day so I decided to not take any appointment today.." - he groan tiredly and then rolled back from his table as you get closer, letting you sit in his laps.

You visit him sometimes to check is everything alright or bring him lunch if he forget it's in a hurry in the morning, so it was usual for you to spend some time with him, sitting on his laps or sometimes right in his table, as he let himself have a little break from work, paying some attention to you. But today you was quite playful, and his concentrated face look so hot as he keep looking at some documents as one of his arms resting on your back. You can't help yourself but leans closer, your arms roaming around his chest as you kiss him on the lips. Just quick simple kiss, but very passionate one. As soon as you feel both of his arms around you waist, holding you firmly you immediately pull away as suddenly as get closer before, leaving Hitoya with half-opened mouth. He smirks, looking at the door for a moment and then grab your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"You can be such a tease, huh? Knowing that I need to work but still decide to play around and be such a bratty girl.." he groans as he kiss you, his tongue a little bit bitter after coffee. You whine, resting your arms around his neck, wishes to run your fingers through his gray soft curls but you knew it very well that he would scold you after to mess with his hairstyle.

You push your chest to his own, feeling as your heartbeat become more faster. His grip on your thigh become more tight, his other hand cupping your breast softly as you whine a little. But your little sounds just makes him more passionate, he wants to force more moans from you as he began to unbotton your bloose.

But you also wants to tease him, wondering how far he will push things, so you try to lean your hips closer to his crotch. Wave of goosebumps run through your body as you hear him groaning right into your lips and -

Knock knock.

You gasp and shrug, pulling away and look at Hitoya with surprised expression. He was kinda embarrassed too, still breath heavily as he try to fix his tie quickly. He clear his throat as he say with a little bit trembling tone:

"Wait a second, please.." - the look that he give you as you get up from his laps make you shiver.

"You should probably go home now, or I will never get my work done.." - you giggle a little and kiss him quickly as goodbye and walk to the door, fixing your skirt and bloose as you go.

On the other side of the door was standing his secretary with phone in her arms, she's quickly run into office, telling your boyfriend that one of his clients need something really quickly.

He sigh as he followed you with his eyes, smirking, and take a phone. When you exit a building and was on your way to home you receive a text from his number:

"I will be at home in 19 P.M. Be a good girl and wait for me, I'm willing to continue our little play.."

Samatoki:

He hates to bring you to his Yakuza's hideout, thinking it's not a place for someone as precious and valuable as you. But he needed to finish some business here on yours way to cafe, where you planning a date together, so here you are. Sitting in his office, waiting for him. You wasn't scared or something, knowing there's two guardians standing in front of the door, you just was a little bit bored, wondering how long it takes to wait.

Suddenly, you hear a footsteps and Samatoki walk inside, a little bit annoyed. You jump from your place, getting closer to him and looking him right in the eyes. As soon as he meet your cute face his gaze softened and he whisper, hugging you.

"Sorry, babe, we need to wait a little bit more, okay..?" - he caress your hair and you furrow your brows trying to act like you actually mad.

"Huh? Then we will play a little bit right here.." - you smirk as he sit on his black couch, looking at you a little bit confused. But as soon as you sit on his laps, your hands in his hair, he scoff.

"Not here, brat, we can't-" - you silent him with hot kiss, almost instantly pushing your tongue in his mouth. He groan a little bit surprised but accept your game, pulling you closer to himself, his grip on your waist quickly become more firm as he slowly moves his hand down to your hips. You shouldn't have worn this cute little skirt today as now Samatoki can put his arms under short fabric.

"What a foolish girl, you think you can be in charge?" - he scoff at your blushing face, seeing as you whimpering under his touches. His big hands cupping your ass under you clothes, cold skin of his fingers feel so good at your warm thighs, it's make you tremble and squirm in anticipation. He continue to kiss you roughly, groaning when you try to bite his bottom lip playfully.

As you can feel his breath become more heavier and his fingers slowly tugging waistband of your underwear, you-

"Boss..! We are-" - you didn't hear the end of sentence as you get so scared of being caught that you almost fall down from Samatoki's laps, but he caught you, you can feel his arm trembling a little as he hold you waist and try to fix your skirt.

But you was lucky, as his subordinates just knock on the door, screaming through it. Samatoki get up with annoyed and embarrassed look as you continue to sit in couch, trying to catch you breath. But then he grab your arm, pulling you closer to himself.

"Come one, they tell that everything is done. I just need to check up something and we can go" - his voice a little bit husky as you two walk to the door, he quickly tell to one of his man to walk you to his car, as he finish everything.

While you was sitting in his car with a little smirk on you face, you was wondering how he will act now. After some time when you almost calm down you notice as he get closer to the car, open the door roughly and get on driver's seat. He get the car ready with such impatient look, as he didn't even talk with you. Only when he start driving and you noticed that he drive far away from the needed place, he scoff.

"Fuck this stupid cafe, babe. I have much more interesting plans for you now, as someone sure need a proper lesson for messing with me like that..."

Ichiro:

You two just having a cute little date in his house, as he wants to show you one if his favorite anime. Everything was so soft and gentle, as you two cuddles together in couch in his living room, all alone. It was rare when you two have some quiet time like that, without his little brothers fighting with each other (and sometimes a little bit with you) for Ichiro's attention, so you really want to use this opportunity for something more.. interesting.

You can't say that anime was bad but as soon as it's ends you quickly get on his laps, already a little bit inpatient.

"So, what do you think? Is it good?" - poor Ichiro didn't even notice your playful look and you chuckle, your arms around his shoulder as you slowly play with his shirt, touching his collarbone lightly.

"I think you look really cute when you're so passionate about something, darling" - you purr, luring him to a soft kiss that sooner become a hot and messy one, as Ichiro moans into you mouth, surprised.

He pull back, panting softly, his cheeks become so red as he look at you completely embarrassed, still a little bit shy to show his affection. He gulp as his trembling hands quickly find their way to your waist, he looks at you with silent question in his eyes. You chuckle, his needy but shy eyes make him look lika a little puppy. You nod slightly and he immediately pull you closer, whimpering in anticipation, this time he start kissing you first, messy playing with your tongue in your mouth, you can feel light taste of his favourite soda. He keeps whining a little during kiss, showing just how much he wanted to do this too. You was sure that today you will be in control, as you can't help but always want to dominant him a little, but..

You gasp surprised when you feel his arms move to your chest, cupping it softly. As you look up at him with blush on your cheeks, Ichiro smirks, trying act cool.

"What's wrong? Let me be in charge. I want to show you today my more.. dirty side.." - he whisper as he start squeeze your breast, his fingers around your nipples. Even through clothes his movements makes you shiver and he noticed that, his light smirk turns into smuggy one as he stop teasing you breast for a second, just to crawl his hands under your T-shirt. You moan as you felt his warm hands so close and decided to pay back. Slowly moving from his chest to his waist, and then you quickly put your hands under his shirt, roaming around his abs greedy. His skin so warm, almost hot, as you play with him, slightly touching his belt.

He whimper a little, kissing you again, so passionate and needy, you wonder if you finally will be able to bring your relationship on another level. You smirks to your own thoughts and choose to take a chance, as one of you hands slowly get closer to his crotch, you can feel as his hips trembling a little, when you-

"Hey, Ichi-ni, we finally get back..!"

You gasp and quickly pull away, hearing a footsteps in corridor. Ichiro whine a little, but slowly let you go, trying to sit down more comfortable as his arms resting on his laps so his brothers will not see just how much he enjoy his private time with you.

"Oh, so s/o also here.." - Jiro scoff, clearly showing how disappointed he is - "And I just wanted to talk with you about this new game, Ichiro, brother..!"

"Aren't you two should do your homework anyways?" - Ichiro furrow his brows, turning on his big brother mode. He talk with Jiro and Saburo a little, giving few task for them as he say that he will walk you home now.

But as soon as you two go outside, he grab your hand, looking at you completely embarrassed.

"Can I stay for a while in your house..? I.. I think we should continue what we started.."

[justplainwhump]

at work from the smut asks: i'm thinking of dany or peyton visiting the other at work during their fling 😏😉

Of course, Vic! Gosh, I love them during their fling. Their dynamic is just. Good.

[Just A Fling Masterlist]

(Peyton is Vic's character; this is just all build up for later whump)

Content: pure spicy flirting and (fade to black) consensual sex.

Montgomery Capital resides on the top floors of a skyscraper downtown, all sleek glass and steel.

It wouldn't be a challenge for Dany to get an invitation; one text would do - but it's more thrilling to get in without one. And these days, Dany is all in for the thrill.

A few well-placed soft smiles, nervous swirls of her locks and randomly dropped names is all it takes to get her a visitor's badge for the conference floor, where some real estate workshop is being held. Then, it's time for another demeanor - arrogant, confident and obviously annoyed at things not going her way, and the stressed out guy in the elevator doesn't only swipe his badge for her but even holds open the security door to the executive wing. She walks in, as if the building belongs to her, gaze skimming the names on the doors, until she finds the one she came for. The desk in front of it is empty; lunch break for the CFO's assistant she assumes, and just because she can, she sits down on their chair and checks the computer. It isn't even locked. Some strokes on the keyboard, and Peyton Montgomery's calendar opens.

Dany rolls her eyes. Horrible OpSec.

She puts in a do not disturb blocker for the next two hours, spins on the chair once, before she gets up and strolls into his office.

Peyton is sitting behind a huge desk, focused on reading something on his screen, and he doesn't even look up when she walks in. "Thanks, sweetheart," he says, "Leave in on the sideboard."

She presses the button next to his door that obscure the glass walls.

"Not your sweetheart," she says, and at least he gives her the satisfaction to flinch for a second, before his lips twitch into an appreciative grin. "Your OpSec is sub par. I could get all the way up here with just a visitor's badge and a pinch of acting."

"Oh yeah?" He murmurs, his gaze running her up and down. "I guess our security system isn't calibrated against femmes fatales."

"Seems so." She reaches behind her head with one hand and loosens her updo. "Now, what if I came with sinister intentions?"

He lifts his hands and rolls back in his chair. "True. You've got me, unarmed and alone."

Dany smirks. "And with a two hour blocker in your calendar, saying 'getting fucked over my own desk'."

Peyton's hand twitches to his mouse with a rare nervosity that makes her grin grow wider.

His shoulders loosen up a tiny bit when he sees the actual entry - xoxo, D - but the way his eyes narrow, when he turns back at her, both appreciative and hungry, lets her shiver in anticipation.

Dany stalks toward him, until she's right in front of his chair and leans in, hands on his armrests.

He breathes in the smell of her hair, before he meets her gaze with a grin. "Over my own desk, huh?"

She raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me it'd be a first."

"First time with a trespasser." Peyton's hands rest on her thighs, thumbs playing with the hem of her neat business dress, slowly pushing upward. She's obsessed with his hands, somehow, with the way his hold of her is firm, resolute, confident, but never relentless. His touch alone makes her dizzy.

"For a seasoned criminal, your legs are sure shaking a lot," he remarks. She can't hold back a small gasp, when his fingers shove up her dress, cupping her hips and guiding her backwards until she's pinned between himself and his desk. "Seems like we better start off with you on that desk, huh?"

He lifts her up onto the edge, reaches over her for something, and she gasps when cold metal meets the skin between her thighs and her panties are swiftly cut off.

A letter opener, she realises dimly, when he tosses it back onto the desk, a silver letter opener with his family crest as the handle.

Like she's his.

Then his face dips between her legs, his tongue teasing just the right spot, and suddenly, just for now, she doesn't mind being his at all.

[dozenssporks]

in the Office AU Vash's coworkers have only seen Knives coldly angry and have constructed a mental picture of him as stoic and generally unfeeling. They have no idea he can be cheerful.

So when Knives strolls into the building one day with a pleased smile on his face, alternating between chuckling to himself and humming cheerfully the entire office is shook.

security, calling up to warn them of knives' imminent arrival: smiling! smiling! for a second I thought it was vash with his hair down! Then I recognized the expensive suit. T-they really are twins this is bizarre!

coworker: what is he doing here?! It's eleven in the morning on a monday and vash had the weekend off! Who called him?!

*vash wanders by munching a doughnut*

coworker: why is your brother here?

vash, dropping the doughnut but crouching and catching it before it hits the ground: who? what?! no way!

coworker: he um seems to be in a good mood?

vash, droping the doughnut again and letting it hit the floor: is someone dead?!

coworker: you mean like a family member?

vash: no! one of his business enemies! or someone who cut him off in traffic! Or--oh no!

*vash rushes over to the manager's office and slams the door open*

vash: is the company facing financial ruin?

manager, visibly shaken by vash's entrance: no, we're doing well this quarter? what--

vash: have we been bought out by a larger company?

manager: not at all, why--

vash, heaving a sigh: at least it isn't that. Unless, am I being accused of defrauding the company again?

manager: not so far as I know. did you hear something? your face is dead white

vash, leaving and dialing his phone, bouncing off the door frame when he mis-aims his exit: sorry gotta go!

coworker #2: vash, what did you do?!

vash: I DON'T KNOW

coworker #2: he was smiling!

vash: I KNOW

coworker: we're terrified!

vash: SO AM I--hang on they picked up--wolfwood? my brother is in a good mood do you know what's going on? is anyone dead?

wolfwood: eh? that's terrifying.

vash: I KNOW

wolfwood: got no idea. lemme know if it's anyone I should care about. bye.

*vash, clutching the phone and emitting high pitched noises of distress*

coworker #3: the elevator is coming up! what do we do

vash, waving his arms: early lunch, early lunch! everybody out! If you don't hear from me in fifteen minutes please remember I'd like red geraniums at my funeral!

*there's a scurry of moment as everyone flees to the stairs. there's a brief traffic jam when the elevator dings and everyone tries to get through the door at once. Vash shoves them forcibly free and the last of them escape as knives steps out of the elevator*

knives: vaaaash!

vash, under his desk: be calm be calm he can sense fear I must not fear. fear is the mind-killer

knives, walking past the desks: heeey, so my phone was glitching and I had a tech look at it. Funny thing! you know that app we use to play chess? turns out it'd been hacked!

vash: oh. it's me who's dead

knives, leaning down so he can see under vash's desk: hey vash

vash, peeking from behind his drawn up knees: hiya . . .

knives: it really is very amusing! the game was rigged to make my pieces disappear so I kept losing without knowing why!

vash: haha, really? wow, so weird and random

knives: isn't it? for the sake of company security I naturally had them trace the hack

vash: yeep

knives: I've got you, you cheating piece of trash

vash: w-why are you so cheerful then?

knives: not only did you have to cheat to beat me you also got yourself found out. it proves that I'm smarter than you.

vash: . . . that is so incredibly petty. maybe I could beat you but I couldn't be bothered to waste my time trying huh

knives, smiling widely: you're a loser

vash, kicking at knives: am not!

knives, kicking back: you even lose at cheating

vash, kicking again: you're a meanie sadist

knives, grabbing vash's ankle: you have the intellect of a grade-schooler. Come out of there, we're going to lunch

vash, wiggling and flopping as knives drags him out: I have so much work I don't have time really sorry but maybe another time I can pencil you in honestly I would love to if I just could--

knives: we're going to have a great time and we're going to play chess, won't that be fun?

vash: not--not Silent Chess, right?

knives, dragging vash toward the elevator: talking makes it so difficult to concentrate, don't you think? If you think at all, that is. Not a word until checkmate. I know you like to chat, but surely you can manage for an hour? or two? or more? Time flies when you're having fun!

vash, clawing at the carpet: please tell me you're not going to have legato sit across the room and stare at me this time.

knives: he does so enjoy watching a good game of chess. stand up, please.

vash, obeying: eeeeh . . . can I at least tell my manager I'm leaving early? It's only considerate. Look, the room doesn't even have another exit and the windows don't open.

knives: be my guest

vash, turning toward the manager's office: thank you

*vash spins around and makes a surprise run for the stairs*

knives: you little--!

vash, already pounding his way down the first flight of stairs: see you later alligator!

knives, slamming through the door after him: you can't get away, cheater!

vash, on his phone while he's running: yeah, guys? office is clear but I'm gonna be cutting out--

knives: I'm gonna make your face concave!

vash: yup yup I'll be fine! I've got an emergency evacuation plan!

*vash gets off the stairs at a floor he knows has a fire escape, rounding a corner and skidding to an abrupt halt when he sees a figure in front of the fire escape window*

legato: Hello, Vash Saverem

knives, jogging up, ruffled but grinning: ready to go, vash? legato is driving.

vash, slumping: can we please not use the chess set made of poached ivory?

knives: the set carved from rhino horns it is then.

vash: jerk

knives: moron

*around the corner a brave coworker who had stayed behind to cautiously watch and follow the twins is keeping up a running report to her colleagues on the phone*

brave coworker: I think they're getting along in a dysfunctional sibling relationship that never emotionally progressed past elementary school sort of way. I think he'll be okay.

*brave coworker pauses while the others respond*

brave coworker: oh, yes, definitely, we are going to that fancy bakery and pooling funds to get vash a six pack of doughnuts tomorrow morning.

knives, in the distance: stop touching me!

vash: I'm not touching you!

knives: yes you are!

brave coworker: . . . and another six pack next week, I think

[97-liners]

seungcheol x gn reader

words: 1k

tags: comfort (with no hurt), modern working adult au 😔, feelings for each other but they’re not together

soundtrack: 7pm - bss feat peder elias

[7:03 PM]

You: hey where are you?

[7:09 PM]

Seungcheol: on the subway, just heading home

Seungcheol: why?

You: ah, nvm

You: i wanna leave work soon and i just wanted some company

You: we can catch up some other time :)

Seungcheol: no i’m coming

[7:10 PM]

Seungcheol: i’ll just hop on the inbound train at the next station

Seungcheol: be there in 10. I’ll meet you in your office

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The gopchang restaurant that Seungcheol takes you to smells like grease and smoke. It’s August and the air in Seoul is unbearably hot and muggy as ever, even at night. A thin film of condensation creeps at the edges of the glass windows looking out into the street and the inky black expanse of the Hangang, but you’re tucked safely in the small corner booth.

Seungcheol is sweating. Cheeks pink and forehead glistening, he commandeers the grill, tongs in one hand and scissors in the other. His white button down hangs limply off his broad shoulders and the sleeves are roughly rolled up to avoid oil splatters. You sit and watch, listless, with your cheeks in your hands, propped up with your elbows against the table.

“Here,” he takes a small piece of meat off the grill and puts it on your plate. It’s slightly burnt, but it’s just the way you like it.

“Thanks, Cheollie,” you mumble. Taking one hand off your cheeks, you pick up your chopsticks and push the meat around for a second before sighing and lifting it to your mouth.

“No appetite, huh?” Seungcheol is evidently satisfied with the state of the meat and begins divvying it up between your plates, clacking his tongs and dripping grease on the table in the process.

“No, I’m hungry,” you say around a mouthful of gopchang and lettuce, “I had to skip lunch today.”

Seungcheol pauses and frowns at you.

“I know.” You chew miserably. “But my lunch time got scheduled over and I couldn’t miss the meeting. The project I’m managing, the green energy building in Seodaemun, is pushing over budget and late because of the chip shortage, and the stakeholders keep changing their minds.” You close your eyes and press your face into your hands, trying to assuage the oncoming headache. “I’m so tired. I can’t sleep because I keep worrying about this project.”

“Here.”

You look up to see Seungcheol opening a bottle of beer for you. He places the frosty cold bottle next to your plate. He lifts his own beer in a silent gesture, and you can’t help but to grin at the silly expression on his face, a mix of sympathy and understanding, and you click the neck of your bottle with his. The beer is cool against your throat as it goes down, just a little bit of relief from the sweltering Seoul heat.

“I wish I could help you,” Seungcheol says as he starts to load vegetables on the grill. “I mean, just say the word and I’ll go yell at whoever is making your job hard.”

You laugh and lean against the wall next to you. “Thanks, Cheollie. I wish I had you behind me for my meetings. But enough about me, how’s your new team member?”

Seungcheol heaves a heavy sigh. “He’s not the fastest learner, but he’s a hard worker and he has good intentions. I think he’d be better suited for another role, but I’ll give him some time before talking to him about it. I think I’ll just mentor him the best I can until then.”

You smile. You can just see him in the office in his neat suit, hands interlaced atop his desk, a kindly expression on his face. “I bet you’re the best boss ever,” you tell him, idly picking at the bean sprout salad on the table. Seungcheol purses his lips, somewhat embarrassed, and shrugs.

“I try my best.”

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After your meal, Seungcheol insists on walking along the Hangang with you to work off some of the calories from the grease-heavy dinner. Here by the water, the air is somewhat cooler and fresher. Seungcheol’s thin shirt flaps in the soft breeze, his tie long forgotten, rolled up and tucked away in his pocket.

When he showed up at your office earlier to greet you and pick you up, you noticed that he was wearing a red silk tie with little burgundy stripes on it— the tie you bought him as a congratulatory graduation gift all those years ago.

“I like your haircut,” you tell him, affectionately running your hand through his freshly shorn short chestnut-colored locks. “You look cute.”

He laughs. “Cute? Don’t I look like a dad? That’s what Mingyu told me, at least.”

“No,” you shake your head, smoothing down his hair, “you look young.”

He looks like how he did when he was in university, where the two of you met. Back when you had ambitions and he had none. You with your purposeful engineering degree, and him with the business degree that his dad made him enroll in. And now, you’re not sure if he’s happy in middle management in corporate hell, but he certainly looks better than when he was a resentful, aimless student.

“Thanks,” Seungcheol flushes. His eyes are wide and his cheeks are pink.

You hold your hand gently against his head, smoothing your palm down the back of his neck, painfully affectionate, and you convince yourself that it’s the soju that’s pulling the blood to his face and not the fact that he’s been in love with you for almost a decade.

In a small moment of indulgence, you place your palm against his neck and stroke your thumb slowly under his ear. He sighs softly and leans into your touch, ever so slightly.

“Thanks for coming out with me, Seungcheol,” you whisper. The two of you are standing right in the middle of Hangang Park, surrounded by fellow pedestrians, but you keep him close, like you’re trying to encapsulate the two of you in this moment, frozen in time. “I feel a lot better,” you smile. “I really needed this.”

“No,” Seungcheol replies, “I needed this too. I always feel better after getting food and hanging out with you.” His eyes are gentle and warm, so soft, all for you.

You swallow the lump in your throat. “You’re a good friend, Seungcheol. Thank you.”

[shirohige-pirates]

Birds of a Feather

CisFem Reader x Marco

CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes.

Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?

Chapter 3: Coffee

Yawning you take another drink of coffee and stretch. It was just before lunch and you felt relieved to be back at work. You’d caved and let Kid drive you into work, but you’d been adamant about finding your own ride home.

Going over the numbers again was going to require a break first, and you wanted to get out and stretch your legs. It was beautiful outside today, if not a little cold, but it was autumn, and Lvneel was an island that experienced all the seasons. None of them were extreme, however, which made it a nice place to live.

Putting on your coat you walk through the rows of cubicles, stopping briefly by an office. “Bon-chan,” you say, causing the dark-haired man to look up from his work at you. “I’m going to step out for lunch, want me to bring anything back?”

“Non,” he says after a moment’s consideration. “Ivan-sama is bringing me something, but thank you Miss (Y/N) for asking.”

You smile. “Of course, Bon-bon. Is Buggy fed and watered too?”

“I’m not a plant!” Buggy grumbles, his head popping up over the wall of a cubical.

“Some sort of exotic pet then?” You prompt and watch his face go red. “Buggy – do you need me to bring anything back?”

“… A flashy coffee.”

“Coffee is not food.”

“I had a burrito earlier, I don’t need food. I need coffee.” He grumbles disappearing back behind the cube wall.

“Aye, aye.” You answer, with a wave of your hand.

Heading out of the office building you made your way over to the nearby café. It was late enough the lunch rush was over, and early enough that nothing baked that morning was going to be stale. Heading in you grab one of the bento boxes from the stand and walk up to order.

“Black coffee, and the lunch.” You set the box up on the counter as the blonde behind the counter smiles. “How goes, Sanji?”

“Every day is improved when a beauty like you graces my shop, (Y/N)-chan.” He says with that same easy smile. Sanji was happily married, and his flirting was always more like flowery complimenting. You’d met his husband a few times. A very stern man with mossy green hair and resting murder face.

Zoro was a good person though, and they were both adorable toward one another when they didn’t think anyone was paying attention. They were friends with people who were friends with Kid and Killer, so you knew them well enough even if you didn’t hang out much directly anymore.

You smile in return. “I bet. I’ll need a decaf Flashy coffee when I leave, can I just pay for it now?”

“Of course,” he says, punching in the complicated drink Buggy enjoyed. “Decaf today, huh? Did he do something bad?”

You laugh a little. “His head came up over the cubicle when I asked him what he needed. He usually only detaches like that when he’s already stressed.”

“Ah, alright. You’re all set. I’ll get that drink going once you’re done, so don’t feel rushed.”

“Thank you, Sanji.”

You sit down at one of the empty tables and dig into the meal. The best thing about Sanji was his cooking as far as you were concerned. It wasn’t just that his food was delicious, but it was always exactly what you needed. The price was good too, especially for a place located in one of the busier parts of the city.

You nearly choked when you looked up just in time to catch Marco’s gaze as he came into the café. He was in scrubs, his lab coat, and a jacket over that. He gives you a smile as he walks up to the counter.

“Sanji, how are you today?”

“Not bad, doc, how’re the patients?” Sanji asks.

“Better behaved than most of the staff.” Marco jokes. “Ah, it’ll be two black coffees, a macchiato, an iced decaf and a green tea for today, yoi.”

“Sure thing, I’ll get that going for you.” Sanji says, ringing up the order.

“Flying solo today?”

“Robin-chan took care of the lunch rush single-handedly.” Sanji says, beaming. “The moss head will be in later and Duval will be in before the dinner rush starts.”

Marco laughs. “Alright then.”

Sanji gets to work with the drink orders and Marco comes over to your table.

“Spare a few moments to keep an old man company?” He requests, and you put a hand out toward a chair.

“Old man, huh?” You question, giving him a soft smile.

“Ancient.” He says, smiling in return. “You look like you’re doing a lot better today, yoi.”

You nod. “Decidedly. I slept last night and my coffee wasn’t crunchy this morning.” You admit giving him a genuine smile. “Any luck with the Pittie?”

He shakes his head. “She’s not chipped, and so far the only active missing requests are for brunettes and blondes. No one, sadly, is looking for a beautiful blue girl.”

“… Will she be okay if I don’t take her?” You ask, worry on your face. “I know how people can be with that breed.”

Marco’s brows raise a little, and he smiles. “Ah, she’s the darling of the hospital already, yoi. If you don’t take her I’m sure someone on my staff will. If you have time, you should come by tomorrow. There’s a small bit of paperwork to do and I’m sure the patient would love to show her appreciation, yoi.”

You smile. “I had planned to pull a long shift today specifically to leave early tomorrow so I could come by.”

“Good, that’ll leave us plenty of time for dinner afterward.” He says, leaning on his hand and regarding you with an easy smile.

He’s relaxed from his words down to his posture. His eyes are hooded, and his voice is even. There’s no bravado, no bluster, but the confidence is there. The first time he brought up dinner it was a distraction, the second time it was teasing, but this time there’s a seriousness to his offer. A weight that wasn’t there before.

Your eyes go to your drink and you lift it to your lips slowly, unable to meet that gaze as you respond. “Do you really want to take me to dinner?”

“Mm,” he hums affirmatively. “You made quite the impression, yoi.”

You almost choke on your coffee, setting it down as you laugh. “I nearly threw up on you, that is certainly an impression.” You look at him, and the smile on his face causes you to press your lips together and look away. It was easier to be around Kid when he was in one of his moods, than it was to match that smile.

You chew your lip and fidget a little, mulling over the offer, and letting your own smile show through as he sat quietly and left you to your pondering.

“Do I get to ride in that car again?” You question. Your face is turned away a little, but you’re looking him in the eyes.

“That car?” He repeats, his smile widening a little. “I see it made an impression, yoi.”

“It’s a custom silver blue paint job for starters, and even a stock 1972 Mercedes 300 SEL would make an impression. Those fabric seats aren’t stock either, and for an ancient car, it didn’t have a spot of rust, so you’ve either restored it a time or two, or taken flawless care of it.” You rattle off, taking a few more bites of your lunch and when you’re done you look up to see Marco smiling at you in a way that makes your heart skip.

“What?” You barely even really ask the question, caught like a deer in headlights.

“Don’t worry about it,” he answers smoothly, looking away and glancing out to the street. “Since it’s the only car I have,” he continues, looking back at you. “Then can I take that as a yes?”

“No place fancy.” You counter.

“I’ll even wear my scrubs.” He offers.

“I want to look under the hood.”

“I get to pay the entire tab.”

You narrow your eyes a little and then smile. “Alright, fair.”

“Oi, doc, order’s set.” Sanji calls from the counter.

“Excuse me,” Marco says, getting up and going over to the counter. He picks up a 6-part carrier with sugar, creamer and straws in the empty pocket. “Thank you Sanji.”

“Of course.” Sanji replies with a smile.

“It’s been a pleasure, miss (Y/N),” Marco offers, walking by your table before he leaves. “I look forward to tomorrow.”

Your self-assurance abandons you in record time and you look away with a small, muttered, “me too.” As he leaves.

It takes you a few minutes to return to your meal, and you can feel Sanji’s eyes boring a hole into the back of your head. You don’t even spare him a clipped “What?” because you know it’ll prompt him to dive face first into his usual romanticism, and a lot harder than usual.

It was just dinner. Dinner with him in his scrubs. It wasn’t going to be anything. It wasn’t. There was no need for you to sit here and think about how it would be nice for it to be more. No reason to think that being busy at work meant you’d use your time together at home efficiently.

At home?!

You put your face in your hands to try and drive your snowballing thought away. You nearly threw up on him, and here you are picking out curtains and thinking about the quiet moments.

You hadn’t even had any loud moments.

You had been covered in blood and vomit, you hadn’t even touched the man’s hand.

But.

He had seen you at your absolute worst, or close enough to it, and was actively looking to spend more time with you. That was worth a lot. Worth enough that maybe you could shove your recent cynicism aside and at least enjoy yourself.

“(Y/N)?” Sanji questions, hand on your shoulder and you nearly leap out of your skin. “Sorry. I was calling for a couple minutes, I was worried you were having some kind of seizure.”

“Haaa, maybe.” You sigh a little. “Is that Buggy’s disaster decaf?” You prompt, pointing at the drink in his hand.

“Indeed.” He says with a smile. “If it’s going to be a long night I can send the idiot moss head over with a spare coffee for you?”

You snort. “You married the guy, don’t call him that.” You grin, standing up and taking the coffee.

“It is said with love, Miss (Y/N)-chan, I promise.” He assures you, beaming a smile that backs up his words.

“Alright, alright, and yes. That’d be fantastic. He can send a text and I’ll come down to the front doors. If I’m done before nine I’ll shoot you a text.”

“How’re you getting home that late?”

“Bon-bon’s going to be late today too, and I imagine Buggy’s going to stay over just by virtue of being a worrisome little shit.” You explain. “I was planning on ordering a Bubble Ride, but if they’re still around I’ll grab a ride home with one of them.”

“Alright,” Sanji pulls a cigarette from his front pocket and follows you outside. “Be sure to call Jaggy if you need to.” He insists, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. “Don’t let that pride get in your way.”

You salute and give him a wink. “Aye, aye.”