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[mwphisto]

Sylus: Grueling

~ You've had a rough day and Sylus doesn't seem to notice until it's too late

~ Inspired by anon's thoughts! Thank you anon!

A note from Soul: This one is a bit longer than my usual imagine/blurbs! I've been trying to get back into writing more fleshed out ideas and stories and this one was a fun starter! Don't think I'm quite satisfied with my work just yet so you'll probably see a lot of longer pieces as I try and get myself back into the flow of writing details lol. This post contains hurt/comfort, jokes about eating habits, and a bunch of fluff afterwards! WC: 1.8k

Your day has been nothing short of grueling. 

Not that anything truly serious had happened, it was more or less a day full of minor inconveniences. First, your alarm didn’t go off. Only, it did, and you had slept right through it. Somehow, you pulled yourself together and arrived only about ten minutes late. While it annoyed you to rush, it wasn’t the end of the world. 

Then, you stepped away from your desk to make a coffee. You hadn’t had time to get it this morning on your commute for obvious reasons. You could settle for the Hunter Association’s coffee set up in the break room. You’d finish your reports after making it, and then meet up with your ever elusive partner. 

Only, you spilled the coffee after you had just finished making it. Your hunter’s watch blaring to life as it dedicated a metaflux overload just outside. 

Two inconveniences in a row. Alright, that's fine, you’d live. Annoying, yes. But really not the end of the world. Until your gun jammed, and your whole life flashed before your eyes as a wanderer nearly detached your hand from your wrist. Your hunting partner had saved you in the knick of time. But that didn’t stop your anger. 

With the wanderers handled, and a quick check to ensure the scratch on your wrist was nothing more, you went back into headquarters. On the way you let Simone know of the issue and she happily took your guns to check them out and fix whatever caused the nearly life changing incident. 

Back at your desk, your head throbbed with a dull, irritating ache. Perhaps you were a little more wound up than you let yourself realize. You weren’t having the best day, and all the little errors that had occurred only felt so bad because they were happening one after another. Your own reasoning didn’t help the ache of tears that burned behind your eyes. “Jenna, I need to leave.” 

Your captain had luckily been understanding, agreeing that you should head home for the day since your headache would likely slow your judgment in the field. Okay, understanding but a little harsh was probably a better way to describe her. It felt like a punch to the gut, like you were a bit useless. 

As you hauled yourself out of headquarters, you found your body thrumming with the need to be held. You needed him, his comforting embrace, his soft bed, his deep voice. Everything that made Sylus who he was – it was a comfort to you. Your own little oasis, a safe-house, maybe the safest place in the whole of Deepspace. 

It was late afternoon when you were swallowed by the N019 Zone’s perpetual black. Something you had come to find incredibly comforting - maybe because it was Sylus’ home, his territory. Maybe because it just screamed his name. 

Luckily, your bike didn’t give out on you as you scanned your handprint and entered the impressive built-in garage Onychinus’ base had. Your bike had a reserved spot right next to his, and a spot to rest your helmet. It was the little things that made your heart ache. You needed him expeditiously. 

Another handprint scan and the door to the main safe house unlocked. Immediately, you were greeted with the smell of toast and eggs. 

This is pretty early for him to be up… But you shouldered off your jacket and slid out of your boots regardless, setting your things aside on the coat and shoe rack before quietly padding down the hallway. “Didn’t think I’d be seeing you today, Kitten.” His back was turned to you, his attention focused on the stove before him.

“Got out early, figured I would stop by.” And you swallow the need to express how much you needed his comfort. “Unless you’re going somewhere?” He wasn’t in his pajamas, but he wasn’t in his beloved black slacks and button up that he wore for work. He was in a sweater and gray khalkis. “Not going anywhere, don’t worry.” 

He glanced over his shoulder then, grimacing slightly. “You look terrible, kitten.” There wasn’t a hint of worry in his words, no, it was purely a tease. You were positive you looked as tired as you felt, a little bit of blood still lingering on your hunter uniform sleeve from the cut. “Gee thanks, you always know what to say.”

Your unusual bite still clung to the words, but you could feel them lacking their typical enthusiasm. You and Sylus always bantered like this. Always gave each other shit, pushed and pulled the limits. But it was just that, your way of showing affection, your way of bonding. Today though? You felt your stomach twisting. 

“I’ve only made enough food for two servings. Not nearly enough for your appetite. Give me a minute and I’ll get another round going.” But you couldn’t even feel hunger, despite not eating anything all day. “Oh screw you.” you choke on a forced laugh, trying not to collapse into the bar stool that sat at his kitchen island. 

“You know you can eat enough for four people, kitten.” And dammit you wanted to cry. He wasn’t wrong, and this topic had never been sensitive before. But today it seemed every nerve in your body was on high alert. “And you can eat enough for six. Don’t even go there.” You swear your voice waivers. 

If it did, Sylus didn’t seem to catch on. 

“Fiesty.” You wished you were, maybe you really were better at putting up a front than you thought. For Sylus to be so convinced? Maybe you should consider taking up acting instead of being a hunter. 

You rubbed your face, fingers focusing their pressure just above your brow bone and dragging downwards over your temples. It wasn’t just your body that felt stiff, it was your entire face too. “Eat up, it’s one of your favorites.” By the time you pulled your hands away, Sylus was already back at the stove ready to make more. 

“You don’t need to bother, Sy. I’m not super hungry.” A dish that usually made your mouth water now had your stomach turning. “Oh? Is someone on a diet?” He had made that joke before, it was one you’d yell at him for, slap his arm or his chest, and then start laughing. It never stung, never hurt, but now? 

The tears were welling in your eyes before you could stop them. White hot embarrassment clung to you as your tired hands moved to cover your face again. You tried, you really did, to control your breathing and mentally talk yourself off the edge of a breakdown. But it wasn’t working, the tears hurt to keep at bay.

When your snarky comeback didn’t reach his ears, Sylus turned to look at you. Another quip danced on his tongue but it died altogether when he saw your shoulders shaking. Only then did he really look at you, look at you hard enough to see the dried blood on your sleeve and the bandage poking through. 

It seemed to crash down on him all at once. 

You had a bad day, and here he was poking fun. “Sweetie?” 

You inhaled deeply, cringing as it sounded like a muffled sob. “I’m good, I’m sorry, I’m good.” You pull your hands away, looking at him through watery eyes as a half-hearted wobbly smile pulls at your lips. The stove had been abandoned, he now stood beside you as you trembled. The brave act doesn’t fool him, though. Not one bit. “You are not okay, what happened today?” And the tears start anew. 

You can only choke out repeated apologies, embarrassed that he’s seeing you crumble like this. For being so sensitive, for not being able to handle the usual jokes. “You have nothing to apologize for, Sweetie. I’m the one who should be saying sorry.” You don’t resist when he pulls you in, holding your weeping body to his, grounding you as he cradles your head to his chest. 

“I’m so sorry, Sweetie. I should have realized, I should have known.” But how could he? He had been preoccupied and you didn’t crawl into the kitchen with dramatic flair. You had been attempting to hide it anyways. “No, that’s not an excuse. I should have known something was off the second you walked in here so early.” 

Oh, you must have mumbled that outloud. “Sylus, r-really it’s not your fault. You didn't know–” but he’s cutting you off “I didn’t know but I should have been able to tell.” You wanted to tell him it wasn’t his fault, because really it wasn’t. But you couldn’t stop the new wave of tears. It was better to just let it all out, but you felt ridiculous doing so. Even if he was cradling you like you desired in the first place. 

“You had a bad day, and I went and said you looked terrible.” It was more to himself than to you, but for some reason it made your sob turn into a choked laugh. “Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I don’t care if you don’t think I need to apologize because I personally know I do. I was so rude to you.” Truly, he felt like he had just kicked a stray kitten. 

“It’s how we always are to each other, Sy. I promise you it’s not the comments that upset me.” You sniffled softly, eyelids heavy but you were content with your tears. “I just had a bad day. Just a bunch of little inconveniences that piled up and…” 

“And I made it ten times worse by being a jackass. Fuck, Sweetie, I’m so sorry.” It was killing him, truly. He felt his body tensing as he thought about the comments he had made, and you were falling apart right behind his back. He felt heartless. 

“Sy, really, it’s okay. We always joke like that, today I was just a bit more sensitive than normal.” But it didn’t really make him feel better - he wasn’t willing to dwell on it though. He needed to make it up to you instead of verbally bombarding you. “Let’s go take a shower, you can wear some of my clothes, and then we can relax in bed. How does that sound?” You nodded, eyeing the food he made.

“You’re hungry, no? You made food for yourself, you should eat. I can take care of myself.” You pulled away from his embrace, wiping the drying tears from your cheeks and trying to steady yourself to be okay. “I was only eating because I remembered how upset you were the last time I forgot breakfast. I want to take care of you, sweetie.” 

“Plus, once you’re settled, we can make something else. Have you even eaten today?” And suddenly, you were shrinking into the barstool, sheepish about your answer. 

“That’s what I thought. No more denial, let me pamper you.” 

[jehhskz]

Celestial

pairing: angel!felix x fem!reader

genre: fast burn, fluffy, good vibes, smut (MDNI!)

wc: almost 17k

summary: "Felix, I told you a million times, stop messing around or one day you'll end up falling off the clouds!"

warnings: there's smut; a scene based on my beloved angel's last mission: love; i didn't research about tarot on purpose, all mentions are pure delulu

jé's note: this one goes to my european beautiful twin @jeonginsleftcheek 💕 ozzy, happy birthday, i hope your days are as bright as you make mine, thank you for our talks, laughs and delulus, you're a real gift for me; i wrote this one with lots of love, i hope you enjoy it, i love you a lot ❤️

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It was a beautiful and sunny day of June, summer had just begun and if you lived at Sunce Island you knew that was known as the most wonderful time of the year, almost as magical as christmas. 

You were typing away on your laptop, sipping on your orange juice and soaking in that rare moment of calmness, listening to the soft clacks against the keys before the footsteps and laughter coming from the second floor became noticeable as they neared the stairs. 

An excited group of college students passed you by, waving at you. Smiling back, you politely waved at them before getting back to work.

The beginning of summer also meant lots of new visitors at the island and luckily the Inn getting lots of new guests too, so you were working hard to make sure everyone would have the best time while staying there.

Focused on updating the Inn's social pages, you didn't notice the chubby little hand that tapped on the reception desk, tiny fingers reaching for the bell. You stopped typing and looked up just in time to see the woman who rushed and scooped the little boy up in her arms, before he could ring the bell for the third time. 

“Lucca, what did I tell you before we got out of the car?” She looked the little one in the eyes, holding his hand.

“Not touching anything” He murmured, looking down and upset that his fun was ruined.

“Yes, we can't go around touching other people's stuff” She reaffirmed and the boy nodded, the mom let go of his hand and looked at you “I'm sorry, he just turned 2 and is going through that exploring phase” She explained, offering you a shy smile.

“Oh don’t worry, that’s okay” You smiled at them “You've got a pretty name, Lucca” 

“Thank you” He shyly murmured, nuzzling in his mom's arms. You both laughed at his cuteness, making him feel even more shy.

During registering her family entry, a man walked in and while waiting by her side, he couldn’t help but eavesdrop on your chat. 

After watching the family walk their way to the stairs, the brunette leaned closer, smirking charmly at you, his tone soft and low as he spoke.

“This could be us, you know?” He had a teasing spark in his eyes while he beckoned at the stairs, making you roll your eyes playfully, understanding what he meant when showing the couple who spent their honeymoon there and was back with their little one to celebrate their 5th anniversary. 

“Would the kid have your curly hair?” You smirked.

“Of course… my hair and your pretty smile” He giggled, running a hand through the tousled curls, flirting back to try and conceal his flustering.

“Okay, good” You leaned back, pretending to think for a moment  “...then I guess I'd like to have two” You said with a cheeky smile. 

He nodded and you noticed his cheeks getting rosy despite his attempts to conceal it, looking away. You held back a laugh, it was quite endearing how a man like Chan could get all flushed so easily and you loved to push his buttons every time he came to stay there, which happened often. 

“You and me, two kids and a dog” He chuckled, looking back at you.

“Sounds like a plan, baby” You nodded, grinning at him and holding your hand out for him to seal the deal.

“Yeah, but I think you're forgetting an important detail in this big plan of yours” He held your hand, interwinning your fingers and gently giving it a squeeze against his.

“Hmm, let me see…” You tapped your freshly red nails against the desk, glancing up as the words rolled out of your mouth “Friday night, homemade pasta, red wine…” 

You glanced at him “Am I missing anything?” 

“A red dress, maybe?” Chan's cheeks were red again, but he was also getting excited, picturing his night.

“Nuh nuh, this part will be a surprise” You winked at him.

~ ♡ ~ 

The clock hit 6 when you closed all the tabs on your computer “That's enough for today” 

You organized the little notes scattered all over your desk, threw the strawberry lollipop's papers away, grabbed your keys and phone and applied some lipstick on before you were ready to go. 

Silence, that was so rare on the island that was always so vibrant with people buzzing around, but there was this very moment that locals would refer to as the resting hours, when the only sound belonged to the sea, because all tourists were back into their rooms, getting some rest and ready for the upcoming events.

You smiled admiring the way the sky looked like a painting with the hues of orange and pink as the sun kissed the sea goodbye, the breeze was cool, refreshing, just perfect.

Letting out a content sigh, you sat down, bringing your knees to your chest and resting your chin over it, you closed your eyes just in time to miss the shining spot falling from the sky, straight to the sea.

A strangled yelp made your eyes flutter open, at first you didn't see anything but the waves that were getting high, so you thought you imagined it, until a hand was raised, then it went down and another was up, a mess of limbs coming up before the waves crashed, almost like swiping whoever it was away. 

“What the…” You panicked. It was a person, you realized. Somebody was drowning and after a quick look around, you confirmed you were alone.

Alone and witnessing somebody drown. 

The conclusion made a creep shiver run down your spine. 

You didn't think, there was no time. 

Acting up on pure instinct you stood up and ran into the water, losing a sandal on the way, you ignored the freezing sensation when you dove in, giving strong strokes until your hand reached the person's, you grabbed their wrist, holding tight as the waves kept coming, you pulled them to you and noticed it was a boy and he was unconscious because he simply let you turn his back to you and wrap your arm around his neck without panicking or react, which made you panic a lot, but that wasn't time for that, you had to take you both back to the shore.

Swimming back wasn't easy, the waves kept crashing relentlessly and you were struggling to not swallow the water, your heart was beating so fast it was almost as if it was trying to escape your body.

Gathering all your strength, you took a deep breath and gave strong strokes once again, reaching for the shore and letting his body roll, laying down in the sand. 

You were panting as you laid beside him trying to catch your breath before leaning into your elbow and you coming closer, noticing he was breathing, you sighed in relief, touching your own heart, feeling how rapid it was beating. You took a good look at him, eyes roaming down his clothes.

He looked pretty and expensive in his all white outfit, his silk shirt had some shining silver details and his boots were silver too, probably a costume, you assumed and then your gaze shifted to his face, with his eyes still closed, you noticed his plush lips had a cute heart shape and his skin was kissed with little freckles. 

“Where's your friends, uh?” You teased, poking his arm and looking back into the sea. There was no yacht in sight. Your lips twisted and you turned back to him “Bet they are all drunk too. Too drunk to even noticed you fell” 

No response, just his chest rising up slowly, like he was peacefully sleeping.

He was probably a junior, you assumed. It was definitely his first time on the island, that much you knew. A face like his wasn't something you’d forget. 

“What were you doing? It’s better not be those stupid tik tok dance challenges” You frowned “Don’t tell me I risked my life to save you because of this” You rolled your eyes, face contorting “Because if you did, I'll smack you when you regain consciousness” 

Still no reaction. 

You gently pushed away a wet strand of his hair that was on his face, chuckling quietly “This is so silly… I feel like Ariel” You thought for a moment, still holding the strand between your fingers “Should I sing you a song to wake you up?”

To Felix, your giggles were a faint sound as he slowly regained consciousness, his eyes were still closed when he turned his head to the opposite side slightly and started coughing non stop. The persistent cough startled you and you pulled your hand back, staring at him with widened and surprised eyes. The boy rolled to the side, the coughs finally coming to an end, his eyes fluttered open slowly and he blinked a few times, your figure slowly becoming clear to him.

The wet and completely disheveled hair contouring your face, the little droplets that rolled down so lazily on your glowing skin, the parted lips and surprised gaze… 

It was the girl from the beach! 

He recognized you right away and he got flushed, noticing you were even more pretty up and close. Felix's hand came to rest on your cheek, holding your face gently and making your brain short circuit for a moment.

“What happened? How did you end up here?” His voice was shaky and from his expression and pouty lips, you wouldn’t be surprised if he started crying right away. You pulled back, his hand lingered in the air as you gasped and stared at him murmuring a “Dude, what the hell?” 

“I… I was supposed to protect you… I should have…” His little rambling was confusing to you, but you laughed nevertheless. Drunk people were so random, you were barely paying attention, until he mentioned something about you being so pretty. 

You turned to face him again, a little shy, pushing a strand of your still damp hair behind your ear. Damn, the drunk boy was really pretty, maybe you should leave your number at the place he was staying, so he could meet you up after sobering up.

Yeah, you'd definitely be doing that.

Felix sat up, he touched the sand by his sides, fingers digging on the fluffiness, his mind not so fogged up anymore as he gazed at the waves, then at his hands covered in sand and finally back at you.

“You're not dead” His tone was more calm, you shook your head.

“Well, it was really close, but no, we're alive” You shook your head joking. 

“Oh…” He nodded, you weren’t dead, okay, that was good, he was relieved. Felix gazed away, murmuring “I thought they picked us up”

“Oh no, I bet they were so drunk, they didn't even notice you fell” You shrugged, standing up, cringing at your soaked skirt covered with sand and clinging to your body “I saved your life, you own me now, blondie”

Felix struggled a little to stand up and you held his arm, helping him out. He felt the same annoyance as you because of his damp state, pouting and gazing down at his outfit.

“Alright, we must clean up. Tell me, where are you staying?” You watched him look up and point up to the sky. 

“Up there” 

“Ha, very funny. Does this pick up line actually work?” 

He gazed at you with confusion, Felix had no idea what you meant. You sighed, it was getting late and you were getting hungry. 

“For real, what place are you staying in?” You tried once more and he pointed up again.

“Ugh, who are you, an angel that fell from Heaven?” You mocked, looking away.

“Exactly!” Felix nodded and you gazed back at him in completely disbelief.

You stared at him from head to toe, he did look ethereal, angelic even and he probably heard that a lot too, so maybe that was why his foggy mind was confusing him. As some noises started becoming noticeable, you saw the people were coming back to party and soon the beach would be crowded again. You let out a sigh, looking at him.

“Okay blondie, I can't leave you here like this. You're coming with me and tomorrow we can go and try to find your friends” 

You turned around, missing Felix's little smile before he came to stop by your side. It was a small walk back to the Inn, you put back on your sandals when you reached the promenade, chewing on your bottom lip while the gears worked inside your mind. All rooms in the Inn were occupied, you'd need to take him to your house. But being alone in your house with a random drunk stranger wasn't an option either.

You had to come up with a solution and it was when you were about to reach the gate, fingers grazing over the keys in your pocket, that you looked at the house just three gates away and had an idea. 

~ ♡ ~ 

Felix's heart was buzzing as he watched you unlock the door. He followed you inside with sparkling eyes roaming all over the place, taking in every detail. The pastel blue walls adorned with your paintings and drawings, the shelf with your books collection, little flowers and the three green pots decorated with tiny strawberry drawings from your recent hobby: ceramic classes, the pictures with warm smiles and never ending blue skies behind. His lips tugged up in a soft smile, fingers hovering over a picture of you, sitting in a swing, during a spring day spent in the park, Felix didn't notice when you left, going for the guest’s room.

You rummaged through the dresser's drawers, picking a white t-shirt and a blue sweatpant, your face twisted when you fished out an underwear too. Your brother lived in another city, but loved coming to random visits so he would leave some clothes at your place just in case. You looked at the bed, went there and fluffed a pillow, smoothing the dark blue quilt lightly, before going after the drunk boy. 

He was still absentmindedly looking at your stuff when you stood next him, gently touching his arm and handing out the clothes. 

“The bathroom's just through that door. There's clean towels in the second drawer” You beckoned towards the hall and Felix nodded, holding the clothes against his chest. 

“Thanks…” He trailed off, waiting to learn your name.

“Y/n” You told him, watching his face light up and he smiled.

“Thanks, y/n. I'm Felix” 

“Alright, Felix, let’s go shower and change before we get a cold and…” You stopped talking when you noticed his grin getting wider, cheeks getting slightly rosy and then you realized what you said, mentally face palming yourself “Oh no, that’s not what I meant, you go up there and I go the other way” 

Felix's lips turned down, but he didn’t say anything, simply watching you turn around and walk to the opposite side. 

Shower together? Maybe another time, you couldn’t help the little smirk playing on your lips as you walked into your room, imagining how fun it would be to undress the cute blonde and wash his body with your favorite body wash: that one with the strawberry scent. Hmm, he would look so good, all wet and covered in lather, you could probably eat him!

Your intrusive thoughts made you giggle, while separating a pair of clean underwear and your black night dress. You stopped before laying it in your bed, fingers grazing over the silk fabric, your lips twisted, remembering it wouldn’t be something appropriate to wear while having a stranger in your house, so you brought it back to your wardrobe and picked the pink pajamas instead. 

“Okay, that’s better” You smiled and then your gaze met your phone on the bedside table, picking the device up, you quickly typed a message to Jisung, before heading to shower.

Felix was amazed after opening the wrong drawer, a sparkling green and blue ball caught his attention, picking it, the citrus scent filled his nostrils and his eyes sparked with curiosity. He read the little note attached to it, with instructions on how to use it. His smile got wider and he wasted no time in getting rid of his soaked clothes. The blonde struggled a little to turn the water on and giggled like a child after throwing the ball inside, watching the water become blue and bubbly. 

He hopped in, the bath tube was so full the water was splashing out, but it was also so warm and good, Felix barely noticed it, still giggling with the bubbles floating and popping in the air, playing and splashing more water around.

~ ♡ ~ 

You walked out of your room, fully dressed, with a pink towel wrapped in your hair and finishing applying lotion in your arms. Your eyes roamed around, no sight of Felix yet, so you walked to the couch and plopped down onto the lilac fluffiness, grabbing your phone and smiling at the notification. 

Mystic boy 🔮: okay, i'll be there in 40 minutes ✌🏻

Mystic boy 🔮:  i'm bringing pizza 🍕

Turning the TV on, zapping through the channels, the towel was gone long ago, and when another show started you realized that several minutes had passed and Felix was still in the bathroom.

“Hmm, what's that little gremlin up to now?” You murmured, deciding to get up and go check.

“Felix?” A knock on the door. No reply. Another knock and nothing. You gazed down, noticing the trail of water coming out from underneath. 

That little gremlin definitely did something. You sighed, opening the door slowly just to find the blonde’s feet lazily resting on the edge of the bath tube, his head rested on the other end and his eyes closed, lips tugged in a little grin as if he was having the sweetest dream in his little slumber. 

Your gaze trailed down to the wet floor, before coming up back to the boy.

“Felix!” You shouted and he jolted in surprise, body slipping backwards, his head got under the greenish and full of lather water, limbs flying all over while his hands tried to grab the edges so he could stand up.

His head emerged up, his hair dripping as he stood up, splashing more water out and your eyes widened up. 

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” You didn't bother to cover your eyes, and obviously they instinctively roamed down, following the drops running down his chest and abs until…

And you felt a little disappointed noticing the lather wasn't letting you get the full view. 

You noticed Felix's lips moving, he was giving you an explanation but you were too distracted to actually care. 

The sound of the intercom pushed you back to earth, Jisung had arrived. You did a  massage on your temples.

“Jisung’s here… hurry up, he brought pizza” You sighed out before walking out and closing the door, leaving Felix and his mess behind.

You made your way to the gate, barely seeing Jisung's face behind the pizza boxes he was holding, but his annoyance was very clear, by the way he spoke to you.

“Are you insane?” He handed out two boxes and you almost let them fall.

“Oh, hi Jisung. I'm great and you?” You kicked the gate closed and followed him inside your place. 

Jisung ignored your sarcasm, eyes scanning all around, looking for the stranger. He went to the kitchen's counter and placed the pizzas there, turning to face you.

“I can't believe you broke our first and most important rule: don’t let strangers into our house!” He scolded you and it was impossible to hold back your little shudder. All those years you had known Jisung, that was the first time you saw him like this.

“Ji, let’s calm down, okay? Did you pay attention to my text?” You weren’t mocking him at all, you knew his concern was real, just like yours was too, when he brought a crazy tourist to spend the night and woke up the next day with a hickey, his house spotless and a note saying he didn’t need to thank her for the clean up. Later that day he found out the 100 bucks he was saving were gone.

“I told you, he was drunk… I saved him, the inn's full and…” 

You noticed Jisung’s eyes widening and blinking, gazing over your shoulder, so you turned your head to check and your lips parted slightly.

“Okay, I'd let him in my place too…” The brunette sighed, flushed by Felix's beauty when the angel appeared fully clothed, with his hair damped, a shy smile and towel in hand.

“Boy, shut up!” You smacked Jisung’s arm, but he didn’t even flinch, still staring at the blonde.

“Uhh, hi!” Felix shyly waved at the boy.

“Damn!” Jisung grabbed your arm, clearly charmed by Felix’s deep voice.

“Jisung, behave! What the hell?” You hissed, pulling your arm back. Felix giggled, but his cheeks got a rosy shade.

“Excuse him, he just spent too much time under the sun…” You rolled your eyes, beckoning at the boxes “Now let's eat before they get cold”

The boys helped you set the table and Felix's stomach growled when you opened the box, the delicious aroma filling up the dining room. 

“Hmm, this is amazing!” Felix's eyes sparked as he grabbed another piece and yours widened when you noticed he was piling up the pieces and giving them a huge bite. 

“I'm curious, there's pizza in heaven?” Jisung asked him, gazing at the blonde with genuine curiosity. Unlike you, he believed Felix when the angel said he fell from the sky.

*** 

‘I could tell…’ He said earlier ‘Your aura shines differently’

You rolled your eyes, mystic boy clearly was affected by his new found boy crush. 

‘Really, Jisung. You see auras now?’ You mocked, taking a bite.

Jisung gave you a long stare before he spoke ‘Yeah, yours is really grey, by the way’ 

Your mouth fell agap in offense and Felix giggled, you were about to snap at the brunette, but Felix said ‘He’s joking, your aura's pink and beautiful…’ He smiled at you and murmured ‘...just like you’ Which made you almost choke on the cheese.

*** 

“No, our food's different from yours” Felix shook his head, eating another big bite.

“And does it taste good?” Jisung asked again, taking a sip of his soda.

“I bet it tastes divine” You mocked, sipping on your juice.

“Oh for sure!” Felix nodded, grinning happily, not perceiving your tone.

After dinner they boys helped you to clean everything and you went to your room, to pick a pillow and some blankets for Jisung, who would sleep on the couch. 

Once he was settled, you turned the lights off and just when you were passing by the half open door from the guest’s room, you heard Felix calling your name. 

You slightly pushed the door open, peeking inside, seeing the blonde already tucked under the covers, he beckoned for you to come closer, smirking as he watched your small steps lead you towards him.

“You forgot to wish me goodnight” He whispered and even though the lights were dim, you could see his pretty features and the delicate contorn of his heart-lips pouting. 

“What? I just said it before you came here” You tried to sound nonchalant, as if his cute pout didn't give you an urge to squeeze his pretty face.

“I want a goodnight kiss” He looked away and then shrugged, and your heart skipped a beat.

“You gotta be kidding me!” You were about to turn on your heels.

“Changbin always gives me one, before going to sleep” He casually said, turning to face you with those puppy eyes. 

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, shaking your head, but Felix pouted again, closing his eyes like he was waiting. He wouldn’t give up easily, you realized.

“Okay, fine…” You murmured under your breath, leaning closer “But don’t push your lucky” 

Felix smiled and pouted again, you closed your eyes as you gave his forehead a kiss, lips lingering just a little too long before pulling back.

“Night night, y/nnie…” He said cutely, which made you flushed, but you did your best to not let it show though. 

“Goodnight, Felix” You walked away, watching him happily wave at you as you closed the door slowly.

You sighed. It was such an eventful day, you were happy to finally slide under the sheets, so tired that sleep met you right away.

~ ♡ ~

Next morning you woke up before the alarm went off, so you surely gave yourself those blissful 5 more minutes of sleep, before sadly leaving the bed. After going to the bathroom and changing into a pink sundress, you walked to the kitchen.

First thing you saw was Jisung leaned on the counter and Felix standing in front of him, upper body slightly curved forward, fists clenching and uniting. You stopped some steps away, hearing him groan, and your eyebrows narrowed, wondering what he was up to now.

The straw of Jisung’s chocolate milk escaped from his lips as he excitedly whispered wow wow wow, as if something magical was happening.

It wasn't.

Felix's face was getting red due to the effort, he groaned again, louder. Frustrated. He gave up and decided to sit back in front of his new friend, grabbing his milk and sipping on the chocolate sweetness. 

“That's okay, buddy. Maybe you just need more time” Jisung gently patted his shoulder and Felix nodded, looking upset.

You walked to the fridge, grabbing the ingredients to make some pancakes. Jisung came behind you when you were putting the apron on, helping you to tie it around your waist.

“I'm afraid, but I'll ask anyway… what are you guys up to now?” You whispered to him.

“He can't get his wings out” He whispered back, glancing over his shoulder. Felix was gazing at the other side, head resting on his hand, appearing to be sad.

“Oh…” You simply said, cracking the eggs open, you still didn't fall for that ‘angel talk’, it was just your luck to have two silly boys in your place. 

“Girl, I know you don’t believe it, but he's telling the truth” Jisung took the bowl from your hand and started whisking the mix. 

“Ji, you do realize how insane it sounds, right?” You leaned against the counter, watching Felix grimace again, his fists clenching, he was trying whatever that was, again.

“Yeah, I know… but isn't it also exciting?” Jisung grinned with conspiracy “I never met an angel before”

“Well, it would honestly be concerning if you’d tell me that you did” You picked the bowl from him, poured it onto the pan and turned up the heat to the stove.

Jisung ignored your comment and kept his tone low “He was playing around, then he accidentally slipped and the last thing he knew was waking up and seeing you”

“Playing around?” You chuckled in disbelief, flipping the pancake “Is that what angels do? Damn, I used to think they had duties and stuff”

Jisung left the kitchen after murmuring something about going to pick his cards. You put the pancakes piled up on a plate, the vanilla scent adding to the cozy atmosphere in the kitchen. The sweet was covered with syrup and you grabbed a knife to cut some strawberries to add too.

You popped one into your mouth and noticed Felix's curious gaze at you.

“You want some?” You offered, showing him the fruit.

“Mhmm” He nodded, opening his mouth and waiting for you to feed him. As if this was the most casual thing ever.

What a cheeky gremlin. All the info you had ever heard about angels was they took care of people and all that, but not even 24 hours there and suddenly you were baby-sitting him.

“Don't get used to it” You scoffed, feeding him. You shivered in the moment his lips wrapped around your fingers too, wet and warm around your skin. 

His eyes closed and he hummed again, the sound deep and obscene. You mentally face palmed yourself, for the way your body reacted, for the intrusive thoughts making you want to push your fingers and play with his tongue, for wondering how sweet his lips would taste.

The pop of him letting go brought you back to reality, he smirked at you with mischief, as if he knew exactly the effect he had. Weren’t angels supposed to be so pure?

“More” He pleaded with those puppy eyes.

“You can pick it, yourself” You pulled back, trying to act nonchalant and he giggled, picking one and taking a bite.

“Doesn't taste as good as when you fed me” He sighed, but picked another one to eat, anyway.

Jisung came back, wingling the little purple box in hand. You decided to eat breakfast before sitting down and using the cards. Felix watched it all intently, the way Jisung skill mixed them over and over, before laying it down like a huge fan.

The blonde concentrated as he was instructed, closed his eyes, took deep breaths and let his hand hover over the shining paper for a moment, when he finally picked three. His heart beated faster as Jisung turned them over, one by one, gasping quietly and looking surprised.

You looked over from behind Felix, trying to understand what those images meant, two of them were reversed and when Felix moved to fix their position, Jisung shook his head.

“They must stay like this, just like you chose” He explained, which made you and the blonde gulp in worry. 

Jisung looked at the cards carefully, chewing on his lower lip and running his index finger on the images, contemplating, just like you saw him doing over and over again, on that little corner at the café, telling people they would meet their soulmate while walking by and watching the sunset on the beach. It was so simple, yet so romantic and delusional. No doubt that it worked all the time, not because of Jisung's impressing tarot reading skills, but because that was pretty much the experience of every tourist that was single when they stepped into the island. 

“Okay… the reason you can't get your wings out is because you're stuck here” Jisung held his own hands, resting his elbows on the table.

Felix gazed at him with confusion, and you looked down at the cards.

“What? Like he has a mission or something?” You picked one, looking at it carefully, it had a drawing of a lonely leaf floating on water.

Jisung shook his head “No, not really. It doesn't say anything about it here” 

“That's so random, read it again!” 

“Y/n, you can't simply start all over just because you didn't like the answers you've got the first time” Jisung told you, looking back at Felix.

“Maybe you broke them? Does it hurt?” 

“A little, here” Felix touched his back, where two little scars could be felt under his fingers. Every angel’s wings would be retracted there, but they could spring them free, when needed.

“And his friends can't come to like… rescue him or something?” You asked with genuine concern “Like… how do we send him back?” Jisung looked back on the cards, analysing the meanings.

“It says here they will, but not now…” Jisung pulled a new card, it had a little yellow bird caged “Oh, they aren’t allowed to come yet, because he needs to learn how to behave” 

Jisung looked up at Felix, smirking “Who'd think angels could be naughty?” 

Felix blushed, looking away and you giggled, he was cute when he got all shy like that. 

“Alright so, we must plan our new schedule now” Jisung suggested, picking his phone and opening the calendar.

“Ohh, baby-sitting an angel, that definitely wasn't in my bingo card” You sighed.

~ ♡ ~ 

“So, Jisung will come pick you up to shop for some clothes later. This will be your phone, I saved mine and his numbers here…” You gave your old phone to Felix “...so if you need talk to us, all you have to do is click on our names and send us a text” 

“Okay!” Felix grinned, admiring the device on his hands. You turned around, starting to type on your computer. After planning everything out, it was decided you'd bring Felix with you to the inn, since Jisung had readings all morning. 

“That's like bringing your kid to work” You chuckled, murmuring to yourself. At least Felix was just sitting there, not causing any trouble.

Until your phone started buzzing over and over. You picked it up, checking the notifications: lots of texts, mostly random emojis sent from an unknown number. 

You didn't need to open them to know it came from Felix, his giggles gave him away, but it was the picture you didn't even notice him snapping, that caught your attention.

It was his face, zoomed out in such a strange angle, half to the side, eyes and nose looking so big, he reminded you of a…

“Oh my God, what is it? You're looking like a frog!” You whined, staring down at the screen, zooming out the picture he sent you, that was also his icon on the chat app.

Felix chuckled, imitating the sound of the animal, and your eyes widened, freezing in surprise, but you couldn’t hold back a laugh.

“Nuh nuh, we gotta fix that” You turned to him, opening the camera and his expression changed when you snapped a new picture: a lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, his eyes gazing down, some strands of his hair falling in front of his forehead and your stomach got filled with thousand butterflies going wild. 

“Uhh, hiii. Excuse me!” You turned your head, seeing two girls standing in front of the desk. 

“Good morning, how can I help you?” You said politely, offering them a smile.

“We've got a reservation under the name of Yildiz” One of them replied and you typed the name.

“Here, room orhideja. Upstairs, fifth door by the left, it's the lilac one” You picked the key with the little matching orchid keychain and handed it to her. That's when you noticed the way both girls were staring at Felix.

“Thanks!” They said together, smiling, but not to you, and actually for the blonde. 

The one with pink hair styled in braids reached out for her suitcase, groaning and when Felix noticed her ‘struggle', he stood up. 

“Would you like some help with that?” He offered, already coming out from behind the desk.

Obviously they said yes, nodding right away, exchanging glances. You rolled your eyes. Damn it, college girls could be so obnoxious. 

“I'll be right back” Felix winked at you before turning to them, grabbing their suitcases and walking with them in hands, going for the stairs.

“Hunf…” You shrugged, avoiding watching him go. 

You should have seen it coming, it was Felix and his perfect angelic face, of course he would cause a fuzz. That moment in reception was just a sneak peek of what you had to endure with all those girls trying to catch his attention somehow, until finally Jisung arrived, taking the boy with him like divorced parents looking after their kid. 

Okay, the frog picture would stay. 

Letting him stay in the inn wasn't an option anymore, you realized. Those girls wouldn’t give him a break, and even though you had lots of young guests full of hormones, it was still a family's place after all. And he was innocent, they would eat him alive. There wouldn’t be a single feather left in the end.

You couldn’t allow that. No, no. Plus, you had a spare room, it's not like you'd sleep together or anything, so there would be no problem. Just for a couple of days, soon their friends would come and life would be normal again, you'd pretend this was nothing but a crazy dream. 

But reality wasn't as simple as you imagined it would be. 

~ ♡ ~ 

Giggles, lots of them, loud and annoying as you followed them, letting the sound lead you to the backyard of the inn, to the pool area. Spotted. 

Surrounded by a small group of girls was Felix, giggling with them, his slim but toned figure almost glowing under the sun, wearing that white yet so sinful tank top and denim shorts. 

You groaned with annoyance, stepping closer enough to witness what was happening: a navy bottle in one hand, the other splashed out against the back of one of them, the girl peeking over her shoulder to gaze at him, holding her hair to the side. Your eyes followed his moves, hand roaming down her back, rubbing the white lotion. 

“My turn next!” A girl exclaimed, raising her hand.

“Felix!” You crossed your arms in front of your body, lips pressing together and a foot tapping insistently on the ground.

The giggles died right away, turning into annoyed glances that you completely ignored as you watched him turn and grin widely at you.

“Y/nnie!” He greeted you with a surprise hug, earning a squeal from you.

“What are you doing here, uh?” You asked, pulling away from him and smoothing your crop top. 

It had been a month since your life changed, saving a crazy drunk from drowning, just to learn he was an angel, which still sounded very insane to you from time to time. Nobody came after him, not even tried any contact. In the first week, every morning, without noticing you were peeking, Felix would stay in the backyard, trying to get his wings back. It was very cute, actually, the way his eyes would close, cheeks would turn rosy and his fists clench hard.

As the days went by, it seemed like he was getting used to life down here. Curious, he wanted to learn about everything, so at night, when he would offer to brush and braid your hair, you'd watch tv together and talk about your lives and experiences, it was fun to learn about the celestial world, Felix told you that unlike many others, he wasn't human before becoming one, so he had no previous memories like some of them. 

That was the reason everything felt so new and exciting for him, why he was always giggling and with sparkling eyes as he would tell you what he and Jisung had been up to during their days. 

Felix spent lots of time with Jisung, they clicked right away, which was great for you, because he would drive you insane most of the time, messing stuff around while trying to ‘help’, plus, it wasn't good to let him be in the inn either, especially without supervision, because scenes like this were highly like to happen. So you got him a video game to keep him distracted while Jisung was busy and it was working just fine. 

“You weren’t there when I woke up, I wanted to see my jagodica…” His gaze roamed down the red fabric, and his arms wrapped around you again, holding you tight. Your heart skipped a beat because the nickname caught you off guard, and you couldn’t hold back your grin, especially after taking a little glimpse at the annoyed girls behind him. 

You weren’t there when I woke up… Your arms wrapped around his neck, hugging him tight too.

Cute. He was so precious, he made it sound like you were in a special relationship without even realizing it, and you wouldn’t be crazy to say otherwise. 

“Alright, enough of helping. You're being needed inside, now” You pulled back and held his hand. Felix smiled, looking at your fingers intertwined, and let you pull him along with you back inside.

“What do you need me to do?” He asked, sitting down beside you.

“Just…” You looked around, trying to find something to keep him busy, then you remembered the booking site “Click on the heart on people's comments and answer their questions” 

“Okay!” He nodded, starting to like the comments. You smirked, resuming to work with Felix every once in a while asking you the info he needed to reply to the guests online. 

Your fingers blindly tapped against the desk, seeking for your black coffee.

“Uuuugh, that’s awful” He groaned, face twisting as if he was in pain, holding your cup away.

“Silly, don’t you have coffee in heaven?” You grabbed the cup from his hand, chuckling and taking a sip “You guys are missing out” 

He kept groaning how awful that was, body shaking as if he was trying to get the coffee out of his system. You chuckled again, standing up and leaving the little drama queen alone for a moment. 

“Alright, angel. Try this” You held out the small and pink milk carton for him. 

“What's it?” He picked it, inspecting the drawing of little strawberries with caution. 

“Strawberry milk. Don't worry, you're gonna love it” 

He nodded, but you could tell he was still a little suspicious, while trying it out. It changed right when the liquid hit his taste buds and his eyes popped up like a cartoon, humming and giving up a thumbs up in approval.

“This is amazing, we don’t have stuff like this up there” He looked at the carton again, rambling to himself “Maybe we could ask for them to come and pick some… is it possible to send stuff up there?” 

You giggled, gently pinching his cheek “Silly little gremlin, you can't send it to the heaven like fedex” 

“That's not fun” He pouted and sipped more, making you giggle again. 

It was almost evening when a couple stopped by the desk, asking for recommendations of a nice place to go have dinner. You were still chatting with them, asking what their vibes were, when Felix chimed in.

“You should go to the Garden's bistrô” He typed something on his phone and then showed the screen for the couple.

“Ohh, it seems nice” The man said with a smile.

“Yeah, exactly what we are looking for” The woman agreed, smiling too.

You watched as he even suggested to them what they should choose from the menu. A smirk tugging in the corner of your mouth, you waited for them to leave before you playfully poked his side.

“Garden's bistrô? How come I didn’t know about this place?”  

“I saw it on tik tok, it's trending on the best places to visit” He said with a proud smile.

You simply nodded and after being silent for some time, while you finished putting everything back in the right place, Felix spoke again.

“We should go there” 

“Yeah, sure. We could go someday…” You said absentmindedly, writing down some notes.

“No! Let’s go now!” Felix gently shook your arm and you turned to face him.

“Please, y/nnie. You never spend time with me” He pouted.

“What do you mean? We always spend time together” 

“Yeah, but only after work and always in your house. It’s not the same” 

“You won't leave it, will you?” 

“Of course not” He shook his head.

“Okay, fine…” You sighed out “Just gotta go shower first” 

Felix grinned, hugging you and randomly giving your cheek a big smooch, chuckling after from your surprised gasp and flushed face.

“You're cute, jagodica” 

~ ♡ ~ 

It wasn't a date, you kept repeating to yourself in the shower, and while applying your favorite lotion, then after changing your dress twice, choosing a red backless one and styling your hair down. 

You stopped by the mirror and did your makeup, going an extra mile with that red lipstick, you smiled at your reflection and put on the little tub inside your purse, grabbing your phone and leaving your room.

Felix was waiting outside the house, looking effortlessly good in blue jeans, a white shirt and a denim matching jacket on top. His hair was a little tousled and his eyes sparked when he saw you, eyes roaming shameless down your figure, that side smirk appearing on his lips. 

“Looking good” 

“Thanks, you aren’t that bad either” You tried to sound a little nonchalant and he smiled, grabbing your hand.

“Let’s go!” He excitedly grabbed your hand and almost made you fall with the sudden pull for you to follow him.

It was a small run - walk - to the bistrô, accommodated between the buildings, like a hidden gem, the place was small, green and cozy. There were all types of flowers decorating the walls, and a beautiful view from the sea. Felix guided you to the table there.

After placing your orders, Felix saw the yellow tulips on the vase near your table and with a cheeky smirk, he plucked the flower without you realizing, being distracted admiring the love quotes delicately written on the wall. He gently tapped your shoulder and you covered your little gasp with your hand, admiring the tulip he gave to you.

“Are you crazy? You can't pluck the flowers” You whispered, giggling. Your heart swell with such cute gesture.

“Oh no?” He looked at you with panic, picking the tulip and trying and failing to put it back. Which made you giggle more.

“Stop it…” You picked it back, holding it close against your chest “It's mine now, here's another lesson for you, once a gift is given, you can't take it back” 

He nodded, taking mental notes and then stared at you “Do you like it?” 

“I love it!” You smiled at him with sincerity and he smiled back at you. 

The sweet moment was interrupted by the waiter who came with your meals, and Felix chuckled watching you quickly hide the tulip, putting it on your lap, both sharing a cheeky glance, thanking him for the food and chuckling when he left.

Dinner was good, filled with chat and laughter. You didn't notice the time passing, chuckling with him once again, as the waiters started to pick everything up, in a subtle way to invite guests to leave. 

You let him hold your hand on the way back, swinging them as you walked down the streets. The air was getting windy and some dark clouds hid the stars, so you hurried up to make it back before the rain would start.

Inside, you went to pick a vase to put your flower, while Felix stayed in the living room, glancing out of the window. A thunder made him shiver slightly, crossing his arms. 

Oh, sleeping with storms outside really was something else. You thought, turning to the side and cuddling your pillow, you were almost drifting to dreamland, when your door opened. 

Felix didn't even say anything, he just rushed under the duvet like a cat and you noticed he was trembling.

“Hey hey, what's wrong?” You instinctively touched his arm.

“The rain…” His whisper was barely audible because of the pouring rain, but you understood, opening your arms and letting him scoot closer to you.

“Shhh, it's okay… I'm here” You soothed him, fingers gently carding through his hair, his head resting against your chest, hearing your heartbeat.

“Can I stay here?” He whispered again, his tremblings were slowing down. You pondered for a moment, but when you gazed down and saw those puppy eyes staring at you, there was no way you could tell him no.

“Okay, but just because of the rain” You sighed out and he grinned, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush towards him. Your heart skipped a beat.

“Thanks y/nnie…” He said with a cute voice and if he wasn't trembling a minute ago, you'd think he was faking this fear of rain to try and be sneaky.

“That's okay, just don’t make me regret it” You murmured, shifting and turning away from him, trying to act nonchalant as he was then spooning you. Felix shifted too, molding your body against his, face nuzzling on your hair, his voice muffled.

“Night night, y/nnie” 

“Goodnight, Felix”

It wasn't raining in the morning and you woke up some time before your alarm went off. Stirring up, you felt trapped and then looked down, confirming your suspicions. Felix had a leg thrown over your thigh and one hand was casually resting against your breast. Your eyes widened and you tried to escape from his embrace, only to be squeezed. 

You pushed his hand away, groaning “Hey, what do you think you're doing?” 

“Y/n?” Damn, his voice sounded even deeper. He was sleepy, very sleepy as his hand came up once again.

“Hey hey, you can't do that!” You scolded him, holding his hand down and away from his target. Ignoring the tingle you felt in your core.

“Why not? It’s soft…” He rambled in his slumber “I like it” Felix chuckled softly at his confession.

You wouldn’t lie, it got you flushed, but you also wouldn’t give it away either.

“It's not proper, but we will have that talk when you are fully awake” 

“Mhmmm” 

“Now behave, or I'll kick you out of my bed” You threatened him. 

“Mhmmm” He kept his leg over yours, but his hands were then resting in ‘safe places’. 

That wasn't the only night you slept together, rainy nights were happening more often, it was quick and not too loud, but it was enough for Felix, who would wrap his arms around your body and make you fall on bed by his side, when you'd give his goodnight kiss.

And deep down, you were enjoying this more than you should.

~ ♡ ~ 

Felix learned his lesson and wasn't plucking flowers anymore, except for that day when you arrived back upset and he left a red rose on your bedside table for when you'd wake up the next day. Cutely lying it had already fallen when he got it, you knew it didn’t, but his gesture was so sweet, you just smiled and didn't say anything else. He smiled, looking down at the yellow tulips bouquet in his hands that he got after his visit to a little flower shop he found during his exploration of the island. 

His smile faded when he walked in the inn. Standing there, lazily leaning against the desk, was a man, his hair tousled and curly, muscular arms full on display thanks to his black tank top. Felix's lips pressed together, watching the way you were giggling at something he said, and his whole body felt like burning when the man touched your hand.

Felix's body wasn't the only thing that felt like burning. The moment Chan held your hand and playfully intertwined your fingers, he jolted with a hiss, pulling his hand away instantly. 

The blonde smirked, feeling proud. He didn’t get his wings back yet, but at least his powers were. And in the moment your confused gaze went from Chan's palm to Felix's smile, something inside you told you that it wasn't a coincidence.

“You should probably run some water on it” You told Chan, noticing how red it got.

“Yeah, guess I should do it now. Before it gets worse, talk to you later, y/n” He nodded, walking away slightly disappointed.

Felix approached you with a smirk, showing you the flowers. You picked them when he handed the bouquet to you.

“It was you, wasn't it?” You smelled the fresh scent of them.

“I've got no idea what you're talking about” He looked away, failing to sound nonchalant and you smirked.

“Yeah, just like that other day on the beach. That dude who randomly tripped and fell on his face” You giggled, remembering how your legs was the last thing the random guy saw before kissing the sand.

“Well, if he paid attention to where he's walking, stuff like this wouldn’t happen” He shrugged. And you found his jealousy adorable.

“Cute” You giggled again and Felix blushed slightly, looking away. 

Felix invited you out to dinner that night, another new habit of his. He was loving to explore the island and consequently find new restaurants too, but that night in particular he wasn't hyped to try the delicious pasta, he actually wanted to hide the news that he almost burned the kitchen down, while trying to recreate a recipe he learned on tik tok. 

Dinner was great, there was a violinist playing some romantic songs in the little cantina, and between the bites of pasta and sips of wine, you and Felix got tipsy very fast. You decided to walk back home, wearing his jacket, with his arm thrown over your shoulder and yours around his waist, you strolled slowly though the pebbles by the beach, admiring the small waves from a far.

“Well, today was fun” You commented, lifting your arms up and yawning. 

Felix hummed in agreement, his fingers still running through your hair, while you sat on the floor, with him behind you on the couch, a random movie you both weren’t paying attention to was on TV. 

“I'm going to bed now” You stood up, smoothing your pink nightdress, you yawned again. Felix chuckled, standing up too and playfully poking your nose.

“Cute sleepy, moranguinho” 

“Uh?” You looked at him with heavy sleepy eyes. 

“It means little strawberry” He chuckled once again and you groaned. Boy was spending too much time with tourists to your liking.

“Hm, okay. Goodnight” You gave him a quick peck on his cheek and turned on your heels, going to your room closely followed by him that even had the audacity to pull the duvet and lay down before you.

“What do you think you're doing?” You lied down too, but kept a distance from him.

“Going to sleep” He replied cheeky, grinning.

“Your room's over there” You beckoned and instead of getting up, he scooted closer.

“I know, but you aren’t there” Your heart fluttered and your gaze went down.

“Our agreement was only on rainy nights” You murmured, fluffing your pillow.

“A storm can start at any minute now” He said with conviction and you shook your head.

“No way, the sky was clear” You said and Felix just stared at you, as if he was waiting and some minutes after, you heard a thunder. 

“You gotta be kidding me!” Your mouth fell agap in surprise “Did you do that?”

He chuckled, finding your surprise very endearing and shook his head.

“Maybe somebody up there's by my side” He pointed up, joking. Earlier the news warned about random climate changes to be expected.

You were still impressed, letting him pull you closer and hugging you, staring at you with a mischievous smile.

“What now?” You asked, staring back at him.

“A kiss” He whispered, pouting.

“You already got one” You tried to not giggle, covering his pout with your hand and Felix licked your palm, making you squeal and pull back.

“Hey!”

“But I came to sleep here, so that one doesn't count” He shrugged.

“Okay, fine” You rolled your eyes and leaned in, giving his cheek another small peck “Goodnight, Felix”

“Y/n…” His hand held the back of your neck, his touch was gentle, just to keep you in place before you pulled more away. Your heart was beating fast and your face was so close to his, you could count his freckles even under the dim light.

“Felix, what…” Your voice was barely audible.

“I want a kiss” He repeated, his tone more serious now, gaze traveling down to your lips before coming back up to meet your eyes “Like the one people were sharing at the restaurant” 

Your heart flipped and you shivered, staring at him. All this time living the blonde, you got used to his playful personality and his casual flirting, but in that moment… It didn’t seem like he was joking.

“Why?” You asked softly, his hand still keeping you in place, but you knew you could pull away if you wanted to.

“Because Hyunjin told me that’s how people express their affection” 

“Hyunjin? Who's him?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was making friends you weren’t aware of on the island.

“He's the cupid, the angel of love” Felix explained.

Right, you forgot there were sections in Heaven, with angels belonging to groups and having assigned duties.

“Oh yeah, okay… hmm, but you know, there's lots of ways you can express your affec…” Your words got cut short when Felix decided to close the distance between you two, pressing his lips against yours. Softly. Hesitant, even. So delicate, you could barely feel his lips, just the jolt of electricity that ran down your whole body.

He pulled back just a little and you blinked a few times, standing still. His forehead rested against yours, his eyes still closed and heart racing when he whispered.

“Kiss me… now” And that's what you did, taking the lead, you were the one to close the barely existing gap between you, pressing your lips more firmly against his soft ones and the jolt felt stronger this time. 

Felix gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, tilting his head slightly, mirroring your actions. He parted his lips slightly and shivered when your tongue traced his bottom lip before diving inside. He didn’t even notice the thunder, having his own storm happening inside him, Felix never felt such a thing before. He let his tongue slide into your mouth, moving against yours, tasting you, exploring you while his hand that was on the back of your neck trailed down slowly, caressing your collarbone and you could feel his little smirk when his feather like touch reached your breast, giving it a little squeeze and earning a little gasp from you. 

He liked that, the softness, how it felt on his hand, your little sound, how it made him feel a funny tingle down there. 

He squeezed it again, and you gripped on his arm. Your lips were moving in sync, you were feeling tingles all over, and that's when you felt it too. When Felix pressed his body harder against yours, not only he got hard, he also was hopping lightly against your thigh and your eyes fluttered open when you noticed that, gently pushing him.

“Okay, enough” You whispered against his lips, a little breathless like him. Felix nodded, but instead of pulling away, he captured your lips again, kissing you like you did to him on the first time and you let him.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, the kiss was getting hungrier, and you rolled over, straddling him. The sound he let out was the most beautiful thing you ever heard and you bit down on his bottom lip, letting your soaked panties drag against his covered length.

Felix felt in heaven, which was a funny comparison, but no words could describe better the sensations he was feeling inside, overwhelming him, turning him into a whimpering mess under you. And the best part was that you didn't even start. 

He let his hands roam over your sides, feeling you up before they went for your breasts again, fondling them, you moaned against his lips, leaving them to trail wet kisses on his neck. Hips rolling slowly against his, you barely moved and he groaned deeper, crying out your name over and over again as he came on his pants. 

You pulled back, looking at his face, panting, shaking beneath you, with his rosy cheeks and hair falling on his forehead, lips slightly parted and the cutest clueless expression. 

“Shhh, that’s okay… y/nnie got you!” You caressed his cheek and gave him a little peck. He looked so good, you wished you could just eat him up. So you kept moving, a little faster now, seeking your own high too, almost instinctively. 

Felix's eyes rolled to the back of his head, groaning, that was too much, his hands went for your hips, holding you, letting you do whatever you were doing that was making you moan and look like a hot mess on top of him. Until your whole body was trembling and you collapsed on top of him.

“Y/nnie, are you okay?” He whispered, his tone soft but also concerned, touching your hair gently.

Your reply was a muffled ramble against his shoulder, Felix didn't understand much other than great but that was enough for him to relax. You shifted again, adjusting yourself still on top of him, letting your fingertips caress down his chest, while you calmed down. 

Then reality kicked in and you suddenly lifted your head, staring at him and before you could say anything, he pulled you in for a kiss that made you melt into his arms. That kiss felt different, less desperate, more romantic, slow and sweet, just like his hands caressing your skin, still unsure, but curious, eager to learn you. And you'd gladly help him in his mission, sighing and arching against his palm as he took note of every little reaction he could get from you. 

You knew you should stop, this was surely wrong for so many different reasons, but every word in that big list seemed to fade with every caress and every little kiss so carefully peppered on your neck, leaving just a blank space ready to be filled with your sweet moments together. The reasons why it was right. You were burning up for him, not just out of lust, but also the love you were tired of ignoring. 

Felix was taught when you loved someone, the best way to express it was with actions, every kiss and touch was like a confession, like a promise, like a tattoo. Something precious, to be imprinted on your lover's soul and carried forever. Leaving traces of you was always a great option too, although Felix wasn't really sure how to do it. But he wanted to learn, he wanted to learn everything from you and with you. The pretty girl from the beach…

Countless were the nights he spent admiring you from afar, daydreaming of what life would look like, if he only had a chance. He was scared, when he fell, but that feeling was gone the moment he opened his eyes and saw you there. The angel thought he was dreaming, that was too good to be true.

Just like it was too good to finally be breathing in your sweet scent, while trailing soft kisses on your neck, lips gently grazing over the sensitive skin, tongue darting out to give an experimental lick, smirking when you shivered and doing it again, getting more deliberated. He took his time, following his instincts, slowly rolling you to lay on your back, his body hovering above yours, he sat down on his knees for a moment, letting you pull his t-shirt up. 

You smirked, admiring his abs, mesmerized with the glow of the moonlight on his skin, fingertips reaching out, roaming all over, feeling him shiver under your touch. Who would have thought there was a gym in Heaven? You wanted to laugh, but held back, it wasn't the moment for that. Instead, you sat up, kissing his collarbone, shoulder and then his neck, each kiss lingered longer than the last, until you reached his jaw and went for his lips again. 

Felix touched your shoulder, playing with the thin strap of your night dress, twirling it between his fingers while the kiss got deeper, until he pulled back just to lean in again, lips going for your neck, he found the sensitive spot right under your ear and nibbled there, when you moaned, tilting your head back, he let his tongue and teeth explore freely, while he pulled the night dress down. 

He was doing it like you did to him, until his hand tugged on the delicate fabric and he made it lower even more down, exposing your breasts. His brain short circuited when you laid on your back again and his breath hitched, reaching out to touch and squeeze them. 

Hovering over you again, with those big and needy eyes staring at you, thumbs teasing your nipples, you bit down your lower lip, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“Go ahead…” You sighed out, closing your eyes right before he leaned down, capturing a nipple and sucking a little too hard. You whimpered and he looked up at you.

“Baby, it feels good, but it’s also sensitive, so just be a little bit careful, okay?” You said gently, caressing his hair. Felix nodded, twirling his tongue around the bud before he started sucking again, his hand never stopping squeezing and teasing the other.

“Yeah, just like that!” You purred, panties getting more damped, and he was hard again, occasionally rubbing against your thigh. 

He let it go with a pop and did the same with the other before his hands slowly pulled the silk all the way down, until he tossed it somewhere on the floor. His eyes got darker as he gazed down at your body and stopped at the dampness on the white lace. 

“You've got soaked like me…” He said under his breath and you smiled. His innocence was so cute. 

“I did, but it’s not the same as you, love” You smiled again at his confused expression, looking back at you.

“No?” 

You shook your head, gently grabbing his wrist “No. This is arousal, it means I'm enjoying what you're doing…” You guided his hand to the fabric, letting his fingers run down your covered middle and your hips instinctively circled, seeking for friction.  "Feel it?"

“It's wetting my fingers…” He breathed out, that side proud smirk appearing as he kept rubbing “You must be really enjoying it, then” 

You purred and Felix pressed his thumb, watching closely how you shivered and moaned, he did it again, rubbing a little harder. 

“I want to feel it better” He suddenly pushed the fabric to the side and stared mesmerized at your glistening folds, his voice was barely audible when he let out a breathless wow. 

He let this finger run over your folds and looked at you, who nodded for him to keep going. Soaked fingers pushed in between and you sighed in pleasure again.

“Right here…” You put your hand on top of his again “That's where I'm the most sensitive. That’s where you need to focus”

“Like this?” He did little circles with his thumb and you withdrew your hand, purring again.

“Yeah, just like that”

He kept on, going slower and then faster, applying more pressure and trying different ways until your legs started to tremble lightly.

“Wanna kiss it…” He whispered, already lowering his body and your heart jumped.

“Oh my God, do it!” Your foggy mind didn't even think twice, watching him intently, you shivered when felt his soft lips pressed against your clit.

His soft kisses became little experimental licks, your taste was so inebriant for him that he was soon licking and sucking on it as if he was savoring his favorite meal.

“Oh Felix!” Your hand tugged on his silk hair and he groaned against your core. He held down your thighs when your legs tried to close, shaking beneath him.

“Not yet!” He groaned, remembering how you were shaking like this before you collapsed on top of him. And he wanted to taste you more. So he kept going, your loud moans sounding like a melody to him, grinding against the mattress, because his cock was so hard it was getting painful.

“Felix, please!” You cried out his name once again, feeling your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave. Your whole body trembled and he was still there, lips wrapped over your clit as you came down your high.

“Did you like it?” He lifted his head, smiling at you with his lips and chin glowing with your essence.

“I loved it… you were… amazing” You were still a little shaky, pulling him back up to you. Felix smiled proudly, nuzzling his face on your neck, peppering kisses there.

“I loved it too…”

You chuckled lightly and gently pushed him to the side, making him lay on his back and straddling him.

“You're gonna love this, too” Your fingers hooked on the sides of his sweatpants and you slowly pulled it down his thighs, bringing his ruined boxers along with it. His hard and leaking cock slapped against his abs. Your mouth watered at the sight, you wanted it in your mouth, but that would have to wait for another time.

“So pretty…” You murmured and Felix blushed, watching you wrap your fingers around it, thumb smearing the precum down his length. He moaned and it was the most delicious sound you had ever heard.

“You're so cute, and I'm just starting” You giggled softly, stroking him, admiring his rosy cheeks and parted lips. You stroke some more, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing his moans, moving your hand faster and stopping suddenly, when you felt his desperation and knew he would come. He whined in protest.

“Shh, shh… don’t worry, love. I'll give you something much better…” You stood on your knees, lowering your hips until you could drag his cock against your folds, coaxing it with your arousal, both moaning.

“Much better…” You said in a sultry whisper, guiding him to your entrance. Your teeth sank down on your bottom lip as you aligned with him, lowering your hips slowly, his groan was so hot, you focused on that, ignoring the burning sensation as you made room for him.

“Y/n…” He held your hips, letting his hands roam over up and down your sides “I… I'm feeling it… again…”

“Yeah baby…”

“It’s too tight, I can't…” He whined again, closing his eyes. That feeling in his lower stomach was building up again and he knew he was about to explode.

“I know, I know… just hold it back, okay?” You stood still, adjusting to him and also letting him calm down a little, secretly loving the desperate written all over his pretty face.

“I'm gonna move now… hold it back, alright?” You told him, placing your hands on his chest. He opened his eyes, nodding.

You started, letting your walls slowly drag around his cock, setting a slow pace, softly moaning, Felix thought he was dreaming again, he let his hands run up and squeeze your breasts, reminding him that you were real, that was happening. He concentrated, doing his best to hold back, even when you picked up the pace, bouncing faster.

“Oh god…” He groaned, eyes rolling to the back of his head.

You slowed it down a little, grinding on him, you could tell you were about to come too, clenching more around him. You lowered down, kissing him, it was messy and desperate, the sound of skin slapping against skin becoming more evident as you were riding him fast, his hands came back to your hips, helping you move.

You came on his cock, nails digging on his chest, crying out his name while you clenched around him even tighter, over and over again. He came without warning too, whining and crying out your name, he even cursed as he was spilling his seed inside you, that kept riding him, until you both came down from your high.

You collapsed on top of him again, panting and satisfied, closing your eyes and just feeling his rapid heartbeat.

“That was… wow…” He was speechless, tracing idle patterns on your back. You chuckled softly, holding his free hand and Felix smiled at them together, how small and delicate yours was compared to his. He brought them to his lips, giving the back of your hand a little kiss.

The calmness didn't last long, it barely even lasted minutes, when his hand lowered down your back until he stopped at your butt, giving the flesh a little squeeze.

“Hey!” You lifted your head.

“Can we do it again?” He whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“Yeah… we…” You started saying, when you noticed he was getting hard again and you giggled “Wait, you wanna do it now?”

“Mhmm, want more. Let's do some more” This time he rolled on top of you, and even though you were a little sensitive, you wouldn’t be crazy to tell him no.

~ ♡ ~ 

The annoying sound of the intercom woke Felix up and he groaned, holding you tighter against his body when you tried to sit up.

“Shhh, it's sunday. Stay here” He murmured, still sleepy.

“Gotta go check, might be important” You told him, gently starting to untangle yourself from him.

“I'm more important!” He protested, pouting and you giggled.

“You're, and that's why I'm going to check and will come right back to you. Okay?” You caressed his hair, brushing a strand away from his face. He nodded, letting go of you.

You swung off the bed, picking the t-shirt he was wearing last night and putting it on, also fishing for underwear and shorts in your drawer. You squealed when Felix leaned off the bed and reached out, slapping your butt when you bent to put it on. 

He was still chuckling when you left the bedroom, going for the living room and checking on the little screen, you saw Jisung waiting there.

“Hey, what's up?” You greeted him after opening the gate and Jisung stared you up from head to toe before he passed you by and walked into your house. 

“You're creeping me out, what happened?” You chuckled nervously, following him. Your heart came up to your throat as soon as you realized he was going to your bedroom, where a fully naked Felix was lazily lying in bed, like a cat. 

“Wait, wait, wait!” You ran and stopped in front of him, blocking his way. 

“Ha! I knew it!” Jisung squealed, raising his fist up.

“I don’t know what you're talking about” You shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. He leaned closer, raising his hand and touching your hair. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pulled back slightly.

“Are you sure?” He opened his palm and you gasped. It was two little white feathers. 

“So, how was it?” Jisung wiggled his eyebrows, looking at you and poking your sides “I bet it was heavenly!” 

“Boy, shut up!” You shook your head and desperately grabbed his wrist to prevent him from getting there “Don’t go there, it's sacred you know?” 

“Ohhh I know” He teased again, and you bit your tongue. You didn't mean it like that.

“Mind explaining to me why you are suddenly at my house on a sunday morning?” 

“Well, last night while I was putting the box back on the shelf, a card flew out and landed on my face…” He finally changed his plans, walking to the couch and sitting down. 

“Hmm…” You hummed for him to continue, sitting beside him.

He took it out of his  pocket, handing the card to you. It was an image of a silhouette of a couple who appeared to be naked, kissing. 

“Cute, but what's it with the little squares?” You giggled at the censor covering their intimate bits. 

“It’s the passion” He pointed at the golden letters at the bottom. You read it, humming again.

“The passion? And you really want me to believe from all 100 cards, this is what you chose?” 

“78 cards, actually. And I didn’t choose anything, it hit me” He shook his head, pulling his hair back and showing you a very faint bruise on his forehead “See?”

“Hunf, there's nothing here” You touched his forehead with your index finger. 

“Because you seduced an angel”

“Hey, I didn’t seduce anyone. That was totally consensual!”

“That's not what the cosmos says” Jisung shrugged and you smacked his arm.

“Enough of this whole gossip from the cosmos. I thought you were supposed to help people with it”

“And I'm… that’s why I came here” Jisung rubbed the spot you hit, as if it was hard enough to hurt him anyway.

“Explain…” You whisked your hand in the air.

“So, apparently your little adventure messed up with the universe” He started explaining and you narrowed your brows.

“No way! You think the universe's mad at me or something now because I misaligned it?” You knew it, deep inside, you thought about it, for about 2 seconds, but the idea crossed your mind. But you tried not to worry much even after learning this news, you were in love, what was so wrong about that?

Jisung thought for a moment “Well, not exactly mad… but something clearly happened”

“Like what?” You gazed at him with curiosity.

“I don’t know… I tried to read it, but the cards kept messing up” He shrugged again and ran a hand through his hair “So I came here, maybe if Felix's there then they will say something?”

“Okay, get everything set, I'll go call him”

“Alright”

~ ♡ ~

“Come on, give us some answers” Jisung murmured, opening the fan of cards on the table once again.

You lost the count of which attempt that would be. Everytime Felix tried to draw a card, the wind would blow and fly them away.

“Maybe it's not necessarily a bad thing. Maybe they just don't want us to know” Felix said, watching the cards fly again.

“Yeah, if it was bad, they would probably be at my door right now” You chuckled, trying to soothe the mood and jolting when the intercom rang. The three of you stared at each other in shock.

You dragged your feet all to the screen, imagining how the celestial jail looked like. After taking a deep breath, you stared at the screen to be greeted by your neighbor waving at you.

You clicked the speaker “Lucy, hi!”

“Hey y/n, I was cooking lunch and accidentally made too much gnocchi. Would you like some?” She raised the pot she was holding.

“Yeah, I'd love it. Thank you” You smiled at her, and went out to pick the food.

The boys got excited when you came back with the pink pot in hands, quickly getting up and helping you to set the table. The cards were left scattered on the floor where they landed, all facing the ground, with the exception of one…

The cradle.

~ ♡ ~

“Hey girly, are you hungry?” You bent down, caressing behind Lucy's dog ear.

You were at your neighbor's house, looking after Laila, the maltese, while her owner went on a little trip to visit family in town. Laila shook her tail in excitement and you giggled.

Picking the spinach and chicken option, you opened it up and poured it down to Laila's pink bowl and the dog came trotting.

Since being there, you decided to do a little cleaning up in the house. Felix offered to help you, so you stayed in the living room while he went to the garage.

You heard a weird click sound when you were dusting off the shelfs. Looking around, it seemed like everything was the same. You didn't look up, but even if you did, you wouldn't notice the subtle crack appearing on two strings of Lucy's huge chandelier.

Still cleaning up, more clicks, so subtle, they went unnoticed. You kneeled down in front of the coffee table, the chandelier slightly swinging above your figure.

“Cute” You quietly chuckled, holding a small knick knack of a dog, you noticed Laila approaching and showed it to her.

“Look, it's you!”

Swinging more, the chandelier's sounds were clear now, creeping you out, making a shiver run down your spine. You looked up and gasped, no sound coming off from your mouth, eyes widening in panic.

The chandelier was plunging to you and Laila. You leaned forward, pushing the dog away with all your strength and embraced your body, closing your eyes and trying to protect yourself.

You felt a rush of air and suddenly everything went silent. Your heart was beating like crazy inside your chest, you whimpered, afraid of opening your eyes.

“It’s okay. You're safe, I'm here” Felix soothed you down. You lifted your head, opening your eyes slowly and gazing at him.

“Lixie?” Your voice was barely audible, he smiled at you, nodding and then you noticed.

Everything around was white, like you were inside a cocoon, and when you paid more attention, you realized the white and big feathers. Your lips were the first to start trembling, and then it was your whole body.

“Shh, shh… it's alright” He held you tight.

“It's true!” You tried to speak, still shaking “You really are an angel!”

“I told you so” He chuckled, but you were still in shock. You reached out, fingertips lightly grazing over the feathers and you pulled back, starting to cry.

“No, no, no. This can't happen” You clutched at his shirt, wetting the fabric with your tears “This means you'll leave, they will take you away from me”

“No, y/nnie… I'm not going anywhere, nobody's taking me away from you” He tried to calm you down, although he didn’t know for sure. All he knew was that he didn’t want to leave, he couldn’t be away from you.

“You… you promise me?” You hicupped, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I promise” Felix whispered, wiping that tear away. You leaned against Felix's chest, closing your eyes and quietly crying.

Not much time had passed when you heard Laila barking like crazy and your heart almost escaped up to your throat.

“Y/n, Felix, what's happening?” You heard Lucy's voice and opened your eyes, feeling like your soul just came back into your body, when you noticed his wings were gone. Little shards of the chandelier all around you two.

Felix smiled when he saw you entering the bedroom, with your hair slightly wet and wearing a crimson nightdress. He put away the book he was reading, gently tapping on the mattress for you to get there. You crawled towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face there, inhaling his scent.

“Thank you for saving me, today…” Your voice was muffled against his skin and although your tone was as soft as the little kisses you were peppering there, he twitched in anticipation.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby” His voice was a little shaky already and you found that adorable.

“Ohhh, but I want to” You cooed, tongue darting out and licking right under his adam's apple.He shuddered and you giggled against his skin, lazily licking again, tugging on his t-shirt.

“Y/n…”

“Ohh I love how you say my name” You teased, pulling down just to pull the fabric up and out of your way. You straddled him, letting your red nails play along his chest and abs, while your lips kept giving his neck little love bites. You moaned quietly, feeling him twitch again, he was getting hard and ready for you.

“You're so hot…” You whispered against his skin, trailing kisses down his chest, playfully licking his nipple and he whined loudly, making you chuckle.

“Awwn, you're sensitive here” You teased, grazing your fingers over the other and giving that one another small lick. He whined again.

You lowered your body, lips never leaving his skin, teeth gently grazing over his abs while you hooked your fingers inside his pajama pants, bringing them down. You stared at his white boxers and almost drooled.

“Just relax and enjoy” You winked at him, lowering his underwear and gasping when his cock almost hit your face.

You wrapped your fingers around it, holding it by the base, that was where you started licking first, making your way up until you sucked on the head. Felix groaned, loudly, obscene and deliciously.

His hips bucked up when you started bobbing your head up and down, swallowing him more each time, he felt dizzy, like the room was spinning. You smirked, noticing he was gripping on the sheets, you grabbed his hand, bringing to your hair.

Felix held a handful of your hair and in the spur of the moment he pushed your head down, making you take him whole. You gagged on it, tears appearing in your eyes, and he got worried, of course, but also turned on, awfully turned on. Just like you.

“Oh baby, I'm so… sorry, I…” He tried to speak, it was hard, your mouth felt so soft and warm wrapped around him, his brain was short circuiting. At least his grip on your hair got a little loose.

You let him slip out of your mouth, stroking him slowly “It’s okay, love. I kinda liked it”

Your admission made him even more dizzy, wasting no time, you sucked on the tip, playing with it on your tongue while your hands fondled his balls.

“Are you gonna come?” You batted your eyelashes at him, voice sultry. He nodded, desperate, gripping tighter onto your hair.

“Good!” You smirked again, giving it a hard suck, before letting it slip out of your mouth again.

“Come on y/nnie's mouth, let me taste you” That line went straight to his core, he felt like he could pass out, your words, your lips, the way you pushed him almost whole into your mouth again. It was too much, he shuddered again, harder and you felt the white ropes sliding down your throat.

You hummed, satisfied, licking his length clean and sucking him slowly as he came down his high, just then you crawled back on top of him, the blonde panting and his cheeks rosy. You smiled, giving him a peck.

“Think I need to save you more often” He let out weakly and you chuckled, lying down on his chest.

~ ♡ ~

Summer was coming to an end, slowly the tourists were waving the island goodbye and much to your luck, you weren’t forced to kiss your lover goodbye too. Nobody came after Felix, even after that incident. In fact, he was praying they never would. He was happy on the island, happy to be living with you and life never felt so good.

“Babyyy, my tummy hurts” Felix dramatically whined, entering the kitchen, benting a little, hugging himself.

“Hmm, let me guess… you ate all the strawberries that were here?” You grabbed the little basket with just one strawberry and he nodded, pouting.

“Awn love, I told you to stop doing that” You chuckled, caressing his cheek, even though he ruined your baking plans, you couldn’t get mad at him when he looked at you so cutely like that.

Felix leaned closer and stole a kiss. “I won’t do it anymore” He murmured against your lips and you chuckled.

“You promise?”

“No” He chuckled with you, giving you another kiss.

“I knew it. Now, go find something to do, I need to bake another cake now and you distract me” You smacked his butt and walked to the fridge.

“But what if I already found what I wanna do?” He grabbed your hips when you bent, seeking for the ingredients. You shivered, feeling him pressing against you.

“Felix!” You hissed, but he knew you loved when he did that. You straightened up, turning to face him.

“I thought you weren’t feeling good?” You stared at him suspiciously, crossing your arms in front of your body. He came closer, kissing your neck.

“Just got better” He smirked, whispering against your skin.

“You little gremlin” You scoffed, letting him grab your hands and put your arms over his shoulders “I'm busy, you know?”

“Yeah, you've been busy a lot lately. It’s time for a break” He nibbled lightly on your neck, easily picking you up and sitting you on the kitchen's counter.

He spread your legs, setting in between, caressing your thighs in circle motions. Capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, he tasted like chocolate and strawberries. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pulled him closer, melting into the kiss when he gently pulled your hair, tilting your head and deepening the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip.

“Mhmmm, seems like somebody was waiting for me?” He broke the kiss, teasing you when he felt the absence of underwear under that cute floral dress you were wearing.

“Surprise!” Your giggle got cut short when he caressed your middle, coaxing a moan from you.

“Such a sweet, jagodica. Never fails to amaze me…” He whispered, giving your earlobe a little bite. Fingers pushing between your folds, rubbing circles on your clit until you were aroused enough for him to slip his fingers inside you.

“Lixie…” You sighed, gripping on his arm, forehead resting on his shoulder.

“Hmm?” He hummed, pumping in and out fast, preparing you for him.

“Need you…” You lightly bit down on his shoulder.

“Need me?” He smirked, Felix loved hearing that, he wanted more “How so?”

“Inside”

“Oh, but what about my fingers?” He teased, pushing further “Isn't that enough?”

“Nuh nuh…” You shook your head, grip on his arm getting tighter and your free hand slid between you, palming him “Want your cock”

He twitched inside his pants, feeling strangled.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t we?” He withdrew his fingers and licked them clean, staring at you.

He let you unbutton his jeans, watching your fingers work quickly to pull it down, you smiled, seeing him tilt his head back, his adam's apple bobbing up with a sigh of relief when you freed his cock. Your lips trailed kisses on his jaw and neck, leaving a little love bite there, while stroking him.

You softly moaned, shivering when you felt the dress being pulled down, his hands fondling your breasts. He leaned down, licking on your collarbone, all the way down, sucking on a hickey right above your heart. Your fingers carded through his hair, playing with the strands, moaning when he started giving gentle and little love bites on the flesh.

He held his cock, bringing it to your core, rubbing the head against your slick, groaning, wanting to just dive in, but holding back.

“No teasing” You pleaded, tugging lightly at his hair.

“No teasing” Felix repeated, cheeky, shaking his head. But he kept doing just that, teasing your entrance, letting just the head in and pulling back, chuckling at your frustrated groan.

“Lixie!”

“Okay, okay. No teasing” He chuckled again before kissing you, swallowing your moan when he pushed all the way in with just one thrust.

You held onto him, occasionally kissing his neck and shoulder, while he pounded hard and fast into you. He held your hips, pulling you to the edge, slamming harder against you, getting your mind hazed.

Felix smirked, hearing your cries and rambles.

“Does it feel good, love?” He kissed that sensitive spot under your ear. “Do you like it when I fuck you like that?”

You whimpered, nodding “Mhmm… love it…” And he smirked, sucking on the sensitive skin.

“Mine” He admired the lilac mark appearing there, not resisting the urge to suck a new one a little under.

“All mine…” He emphasized his words with slow but deep thrusts.

“All yours… forever…” Your legs were getting shaky with your climax approaching.

“Gonna cum, Lixie… I'm gonna…” You cried out, starting to clench around him. His hand reached down between you, rubbing fast circles on your clit.

“Shh shh, Lixie got you, love… let it go, come all over my cock”

And you did, clenching hard around him, holding him tight and crying out his name while you saw stars. Felix groaned, keeping up the pace as he brought you down from your high, seeking his own. You were shaky and spent, letting him spill it all inside you, clenching again, milking him dry.

He embraced you, tracing idle patterns on your back, while you both calmed down.

“I love you” He kissed the top of your head and you looked up at him.

“I love you too, my angel” You leaned in, giving him a sweet kiss.

~ ♡ ~

Autumn was beginning, but the weather was still nice on the island, Felix clenched his fists on the sleeves of his blue coat, sighing. The sound of the beach was like a lullaby, putting him to sleep.

“Lixie, hey!” The full moon was already hanging bright in the sky, when a soft giggle woke him up.

“Alma? What are you doing here?” He stared at her with surprise, his heart skipping a beat. The little angel wasn't supposed to be down here. Did she fall too?

He sat up, opening his arms and letting her come into them. Felix picked her up, noticing how strong her lilac aura was shining.

“I was missing you” She pouted and Felix wanted to squeeze her cheeks for being so sweet.

“Ohh sweetie, I missed you, too” He caressed her hair gently, smiling when she wrapped her little arms around his neck.

“They said you can't go back anymore…” A tear rolled down her cheek and he wiped it. But deep inside, her words gave him relief. He couldn’t go back anymore. His heart felt full. He was going to stay and be with you, forever.

“But I wanted to see you, so Jeongin helped me…” She smiled slightly, happy to be with her friend and he smiled too.

“I hope I'm not causing you both trouble”

The little angel shook her head “It’s fine, I'm already going back”

“Oh, okay”Felix put her back down, kneeling in front of her, he noticed her cheeky smile, staring at him. Alma looked both ways and leaned closer.

“I've got a secret” She whispered and covered her mouth, giggling.

“A secret?” He raised an eyebrow, curious

“And may I know what's it?”

“Don’t worry, you will soon…” She giggled again and hugged him a final time.

“I've gotta go, now” The little angel gave him a little peck on his cheek and ran, stopping in the middle of the way, she turned, waving at him.

“See you, Lixie!”

A bright golden light fell from the sky, covering Alma, and suddenly it disappeared, along with the little girl. Weeks had passed, Felix kept visiting the beach, but Alma didn't appear anymore.

~ ♡ ~

“I'm y/n, feel free to call me if you guys need anything…” You smiled and handed the keys to a new couple that was visiting the island for the first time “Enjoy your stay!”

“Thank you!” They said in unison, smiling at you before picking their lugares and heading to the stairs.

Your phone buzzed on the desk and you smiled, seeing who the notification was.

My angel ❤️: baby, was there something wrong with the brownies? 🥹

You: hey love… no, it was absolutely delicious as always!

You: why?

My angel ❤️: you barely had a bite

Your stomach twisted a little when you remembered your attempt to eat in the morning. It really got you upset, because his brownies were your favorite treat.

You: yeah, my stomach's feeling a little sensitive lately, i must be getting sick 🫠

My angel ❤️: my poor fragolina 🥹 what about i make you a light soup and we cuddle and catch up on that show you like?

You: sounds perfect, thanks love 😘

With a smile, you put your phone down, excited to close everything and finally be back into your lover's arms. Knowing that you would feel better instantly.

In your house, Felix put the apron on and went to tik tok, looking up cozy soup recipes. While cooking, he grabbed the fluffy blanket and cushions and took them to the living room, went to change into his blue pajamas and then got back to the kitchen to pour the soup in the bowls and take them to the living room. Just in time to see you opening the door.

He placed the hot bowls on the coffee table and rushed to you, holding your face between his hands and giving you a big smooch that made you giggle.

“Heyy” You greeted him, smile getting wider as you looked at the couch and the bowls.

“That's so sweet, thanks love” This time you were the one cradling his face, but instead gave him a sweet peck.

“Don't need to thank me, jagodica” He held your hand, pulling to sit down “C'mon, eat a little. You will feel better”

He handed you a bowl and you smiled again, enjoying the warmth against your fingers, you were cold due the little walk back home. Felix turned the tv on and grabbed his soup too, he clinked on yours, like making a toast and you chuckled.

Your stomach was still sensitive, but luckily you were able to savor the whole bowl. Felix didn't let you get up, taking your empty bowl and going to quickly wash everything before he came back, lying behind you on the couch. He pulled the blanket over your legs and cuddled you, that snuggled up against him.

“Are you feeling better?” He murmured, gently rubbing small circles on your tummy.

“Mhmm, much better” You purred, enjoying his caress.

“Good” Felix murmured again, still caressing you, when he noticed not only the heat coming off from his palm was getting slightly different, but it seemed that under his motions was shining a new light. He gazed down.

Your aura was pink, but your tummy was shining in lilac light.

“No way” Felix gasped under his breath, it felt like the more he stared at it, the clear the lilac circle appeared.

“Uh?” You turned your face to him, staring at the blonde with confusion.

“Baby, when did you start feeling sick?”

“I don’t know, it's been a while now. I probably should go do some blood checks and stuff. Maybe I'm developing some lactose intolerance or something” You shrugged, the idea of giving up on cheese upset you.

Felix grinned, finding it endearing how oblivious you were being. He held your hands, squeezing them.

“This isn't funny” You scolded him and he laughed.

“Of course not. This is the best thing that could happen”

“What do you mean?” You were still confused, being pulled by him into a tight hug.

“Baby, you're pregnant” He whispered and you were glad you were sitting and being held, because you'd fall right there.

“No way!” You sighed in disbelief, pulling back to look at him, your heart drumming like crazy. Was that even possible? You never thought about it before, so you never used any barrier and then putting two and two together, you realized.

“Oh my God, we're having a baby!” You felt the tears gathering in the corner of your eyes, a happiness so big and amazing that you felt like you could float around if he didn’t hold you.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, squealing in excitement and Felix chuckled, equally excited as you. He started peppering kisses all over your face, whispering I love's you after each one, letting a hand go down, caressing your tummy gently.

After you went to bed, Felix pulled you to lay down on his chest, you embraced him, lazily tracing patterns on his abs, enjoying his fingers carding through your hair.

“You're gonna look so cute all round” He murmured, kissing your forehead “She's gonna love you”

“She?” You looked up at him, who smiled cheeky at you, humming.

Your heart swell with love and you looked down at your tummy, placing a hand over it and caressing it slowly.

“Mommy loves you so much already” You murmured and then looked back at him, smiling “And I love you, too. My angel”

“I love you more, my jagodica” He gently held your chin, tilting your head and giving you a kiss.

thanks for reading, let me know if you liked it ❤️

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[omaano]

SW Hades AU MAY-JUNE Update

Some links and previous updates: May - June - July - August - September - October/November - December - January - February - March-April - everything else in this AU

Would you look at that! I managed to put together an update post with more than just May the 4th Boba :D Happy Pride, happy last days of June, and please enjoy the fact that I finally added 2 more ladies to the Hades AU. Full renders will come.... eventually ^^; I feel like I'm really super overdue to one though...

We're making this a girls thing >:3

I've drawn a younger, cockier Boba in the style of Hades 2 (instead of the usual Hades (1)) for May the 4th, because I am very much obsessed with the game and I desperately wanted to draw Boba again.

It's been deeply unfair to him that I had drawn him way back in 2022 (Jesus Christ! am I taking my sweet time) and never again ever since in this style. But when he wears it so well!

I also have a surprise Leia! And Satine as well!

If you recall I'd had the hardest of time for months to come up with anything for Leia, which I can only partially blame on whatever shape of artblock/burnout/exhaustion I had been feeling recently. Then one night - BAM! I was just messing around, looking at pose references on my pinterest boards and sketching and all, and suddenly I had a "businesswoman in a rush between meetings not having enough time for your shit" pose and look for her that I was very happy with. Might have been shortly after I watched (and had a great time while doing it) The Phantom Menace. Or the end of Andor. One of these two.

Originally I wanted her to appear as if she was on a holo call with Din, projected by R2, because she is busy and in a rush (like Hermes), but I'm undecided if I will want to go through with that in the end. Mainly because I'm not very thrilled by the idea of having to draw a portrait for R2 as well for that.

I also had a surprisingly great time coming up with a getup for her!

I believe that I finally started slipping along the double edged sword of how it's both a hindrance and liberation that I don't have to come up with character designs of my own for this AU to most characters. It takes a lot of pressure off me that I can treat this as a style and coloring exercise, but at the same time it's very limiting. I think I have already bemoaned how Star Wars character designs can be so grey and same-y at times (especially in the Outer Rim, and seriously, why is everyone so blue? Or black and grey) whereas Hades is so beautifully and colorfully designed!

I did a tiny bit of research on Wookiepedia - nothing major, as this was still just a past-midnight-waste-some-time sketch - and set out to merge some design and wardrobe elements from Breha, Bail and General Organa. If you can make out my handwritten notes, you might see some of these design elements, and to whom they shall refer to (like the bracers and belt to Bail, the braids and bun for Breha and Leia's own future). Ultimately more of the "Bail" elements won out if you wanted to weigh them against each other. I feel like that would fit Leia, her fierceness, and pragmatic strictness and determination best.

I'm a little regretful about the veil, but I worried that it would be too much flowy fabric next to her sleeves/cape. Very sad.

So it really was a relief to get into some designing with Leia, and to add some more colors and intricate details to Satine.

I don't have that much more to say about Boba and Satine tbh. Mostly because Boba is still a bit of a miracle I'm still unsure how he happened and how he looks so good (although not shiny enough compared to the latest update of Hades2 where all the gods, and really all the characters, are suuuuuper shiny. like. seriously). While with Satine my only goal was to make her look less willow-y (because it drives me insane how everyone in TCW is so damn thin), and might have fallen off on the other side of the horse (I'm pretty sure that's not the actual English idiom, please excuse me), and she's got some real massive shoulders and sleeves XD also how does she keep her head up with all that on her head? ^^;

Anyways, I love her with all her faults, and I just really wanted her to look beautiful and sad, and Mandalorian, and let her wear beskar heart elements in her design.

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[love-bucky-3000]

Catnapped (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Your cat went missing and came back with a collar with a tag that belonged to a mystery man, you were determined to find out who this J. Barnes was and find out why he stole your cat.

WC ~3000

warnings: no triggers, just some slight angst and meet cute with Bucky

a.n. i had this idea to write more in the universe of my Joyride series (18+ no minors pls)! these will mostly be oneshots, not really a full on series, but just some stories that have a little background from other oneshots weaved into them. This one is how you met Bucky :)

send me some requests for mob bucky/ mob steve (or both) x reader and I will try and add them to the universe :)

share and enjoy!!

The weather reflected your mood- dark and sad. The grey clouds overhead threatened to match the tears on your face with rain. You had just walked out of another vet clinic, desperately hoping they had seen your fluffy white cat, Casper. Casper escaped from the fire escape nestled under the window of your Brooklyn apartment. You had opened it when you accidently forgot about the cookies you were baking. No more reading and baking at the same time for you. You had Casper for almost a year and didn’t think anything of the window being open until a flash of white shot out. You had called out to her as she leaped down the metal stairs to the ground, scurrying deeper into the alley as Brooklyn traffic scared the shit out of her. 

You scrambled down after her, adrenaline making you forget about how unstable the fire escape was and how high off the ground you were. You jumped down and ran after the fluff ball. You almost had her in your grasp when she found a hole in the chainlink fence at the end of the alley and disappeared. 

It has been almost a month without your cat and you were still heartbroken. Her stuff was still around your apartment and you kept the window to the fire escape open while you were home. You even placed her little box outside like the internet said to, but no cat has returned.

You spent your days mopping around. You slightly enjoyed not waking up at the ass crack of dawn to feed her when your shift at the local coffeehouse didn’t start until noon most days, but you would trade the extra sleep to have your cat back. Once a week, you went to every pet store, rescue and clinic in the area to see if anyone has turned in your cat, but you’ve been unlucky so far. Every place has your number to call if a white cat pops up, but you hate sitting around and waiting.  

On your way back from your shift at the coffee house, you had stopped at the vet office closest to your apartment and received the same answer, “Sorry, your cat isn’t here.”  You were now walking back after another day of rejection. The rain above started to come down just as you reached your apartment door. You hurried inside, slamming the door shut behind you and resting back against it. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the wood door, breathing deeply. Today was hell. It seemed like every person that came into the coffeehouse today had a stick up their ass and they took it out on you. Make me that. Fix me this. You hated it, but it paid rent, mostly. 

A scratching noise took you out of your thoughts. You jerked your head up and surveyed your apartment. The living room was clear, check. The hallway to your right was clear, check. You heard it again. You cautiously made your way forward, entering the kitchen and dining room. The sound stopped and you looked around, confused. You shrugged and decided to grab a drink from the fridge, determining the sound was from a neighbor. As you turned away from the fridge, the window to the fire escape caught your attention. 

You gasped and almost dropped the glass of water you were holding. “Casper!!” you exclaimed and rushed to open the window. Your cat wasted no time jumping in and shaking off, the rain matting her poor fur. “Oh, baby, let me get a towel,” you cooed and she meowed in response. You grabbed a clean kitchen towel and sat down on the cool kitchen tile, grabbing Casper and rubbing her fur down. She meowed and squirmed, but you held tight, not wanting her to freeze.

You rubbed the fur around her neck and felt something hard. Confused, you removed the towel and separated the fur. You were worried it was an injury, but a piece of gold sat nestled in her fur. “Huh?” you said to yourself as you traced the gold chain to the front of her neck. At the end of the chain sat a rose gold heart embellished with the name “Alpine” in cursive on the front and a name that read "Property of J. Barnes” on the back. “The fuck? You went and got yourself another owner? Was I not feeding you enough?” you joked to the cat. Casper let out a chirp then went to her empty dry food dish right on cue. You shook your head in disbelief and got up to feed her, setting down a treat as well. 

You watched her eat as you thought about what to do next. Once the happiness of having Casper back subsided, you felt angry. How dare someone find an obviously healthy cat and keep them! You grumbled to yourself and picked up Casper, who purred and snuggled into your shoulder. You checked the collar again, no address. You decided to bring Casper to the vet to see if she was microchipped, cursing yourself for not having the funds to do it a year ago yourself. That night, Casper curled up in her spot on the cat tree by the window in your bedroom like she never left. 

The next morning, you loaded Casper into her carrier after taking off her collar. When you got to the clinic, the first shift vet techs were there. You usually deal with the techs on the second shift since you usually come in the evening and you were glad because the last time you met these women, they were rude about your missing cat, not wanting to help you.

You gave your best fake smile to the receptionist and you entered. She eyed you and the carrier in your hands as you walked up. “Hi, I was the one coming in about a missing cat for the past couple of weeks, but she showed up at my window last night. I was wanting to see if she was microchipped by anyone while she was gone.”  The receptionist gave you an unimpressed look and turned to her computer, typing for a few seconds before responding. “Our first appointment today was cancelled, someone will come get you shortly.” She said in a bored tone and went back to playing on her phone. You nodded, though she didn’t pay you any more attention, and sat in the empty waiting room. 

Another tech came to get you, thankfully her vibe was better than the receptionist’s. She took you back to a room and explained the process of finding the microchip. You explained your circumstance, bracing yourself to be called a bad pet owner for not getting her chipped before, but the tech was nice and didn’t belittle you. “I’m sure you learned your lesson, now,” she said, not unkindly. You watched as she scanned Casper.

“Ah, yes, she’s listed under James Barnes. Unfortunately, I can not give you the address on file, but I can give you their phone number. Due to policies, it is his cat. So, if he comes asking for her, we are forced to turn over your name and number. The cat is yours if you can prove it and you both come to an agreement for you to keep her. I’m sorry.” You were seething. The cat was yours! You took a deep breath before answering. “Thank you for your help, I’ll contact him.”

The tech wrote down his number and handed it to you. You left the room, the whispers coming from the front desk quieting as you walked by. “Maybe he took better care of the cat and that’s why it ran away.” You heard the receptionist whisper to a different tech, who snickered. You blinked back the tears that welled up and pushed through the front doors. 

Casper howled to be let out of her cage when you got back to your apartment. You laid some food out for her (and a treat) and stared at the number on the paper. What do you say when you call? Do you plead for Casper, you have her baby pictures. Do you demand he give her back? What if you just didn’t call him? Could you be taken to jail over a cat? You shook your head, now your thoughts were just getting silly.

You dialed the number and took a deep breath before sending the call through. You listened to its ring before it was abruptly cut off. You looked at your phone in shock. How dare he not pick up. You looked at the time. Oh. It was only 10 am. Maybe he was at work or sleeping. You sighed and decided to call again later.

You did. No answer. You called the next morning. No answer. You called the next evening. No answer. You were growing frustrated. The next morning, your phone rang. The vet’s name flashing above the unknown number. Your heart sank as you picked up. 

“Miss L/N, we have a client come by this morning reporting his cat missing. Based on the description and client name, we believe the cat is in your custody and with no communication from you, we must ask that you bring back Alpine.” You gasped. The nerve of that man to ignore your calls and voicemails then claim Casper! You composed yourself. “Ma’am, I have been trying to reach the client for days now. He is the one refusing communication!” You tried to explain. The phone went silent for a few seconds before the receptionist came back. “The representative for Mr. Barnes states that no contact has been made.” 

“No shit-sorry- he won’t answer me. If he wants Casper, he’ll have to come get her.” The phone went silent again. “The representative will be over shor-” You cut her off. “No! Tell them I want Mr. Barnes here himself.” Who is this man and why does he have a representative? “You have my permission to give my address.” You hung up. Guilt consumed you. You hated to be so rude, but he was coming to take your cat!

You threw your phone on the couch and looked around the living room, thanking your past self for keeping it semi clean. You picked up what needed to be put away and waited anxiously. You didn’t know what time this Mr. Barnes would be by. He sounded old. He’ll probably break a hip coming up the stairs to your apartment. You laughed to yourself at the thought. Casper jumped on the couch behind your head where her blanket was kept. You didn’t move it when she was gone and you were glad now as she kneaded her paws into the soft material, loafing afterwards. You tickled her chin. 

The doorbell ringing made you and Casper jump. Without thinking, you picked up the cat and ran her to the bedroom, throwing a loud “be right there” towards the door. You locked Casper in your bedroom, her unpleased meows wafted under the door. “Sorry baby, I'll be back.” You jogged back to the door, checking your appearance in the hall mirror, your heartbeat slamming against your ribcage. You took a breath to calm yourself then yanked open the door.

The man on the other side of the door wasn’t old by any means. You stopped breathing as you took in his bulky frame leaning against the door frame, one leg thrown over the other, like he owned the place. He stood up straight when you opened the door. You didn’t notice his own eyes bulging at the sight of you. His expression was schooled into a neutral one by the time your eyes met his. His dark button up was tucked into some dark very well fitting slacks and the sleeves rolled up to reveal dark tattoos swirling up his forearms. You met his eyes and blushed when you saw the icy blue orbs staring back at you, embarrassed you were caught checking him out.

“I heard you have something of mine, doll,” the smooth, deep Brooklyn accent brought you back to the present. And rekindled the spark of anger you had earlier. “Excuse me? You mean the cat you stole from me?” You snarked back, crossing your arms over your chest. The man’s eyes dipped to your chest so quickly you almost missed it. He cocked an eyebrow at you and tilted his head, studying you. A piece of his hair that escaped the bun at the back of his head fell forward and his bicep bludged as he reached up to push it back (not that you were watching, no, definitely not.). 

“Yeah, I stole a cat that was hiding in the dumpster behind my office, scared and shaking in the rain.” You huffed and rolled your eyes. “She escaped! I burnt cookies and she escaped while the window was open,” your hands flapped around as you spoke, desperate for him to see your side. A smile tugged at his lips but he bit it back. Your voice died off as you watched his bottom lip be tugged between his (stupidly) perfect teeth. His eyes studied you again as he took a half step closer to you. You stepped back to keep the distance between the two of you but the doorframe at your back didn’t allow you to go far. His smirk widened as he stepped even closer. Your breath hitched as the scent of his musky cologne filled your senses. You struggled not to breathe it in deeply, not wanting to be creepy.

He was quickly toe to toe with you, his eye piercing through you. Your hands were sweaty and you brought them back up to your chest. Due to his proximity to you, the action caused the back of your hands to slide against the silk of his shirt and the hard plane of his abs. A noise escaped the back of your throat before you could stop it and your face was on fire again. You looked away from his intense glare, but a ringed hand reached up and gently grasped your chin, tilting your eyes up to meet with his. He leaned, his breath fanning over your cheek as he progressed towards your ears. Your heart was pounding, you were sure he could tell. Your breath was thin, not wanting to miss anything he was doing and not wanting his cologne to cloud your mind anymore than it was. His lips traced your ear, a shiver racing down your spine as he took a breath to speak. 

“Looks like you need to learn how to bake better, sweetheart,” he chuckled as he stepped back, the cool air of the apartment hallway taking away the warmth from his body. You could only stare dumbly at him, lips opening and closing as you fought to say something. You watched him laugh, full on laugh at your face and lean against the wall (again, like he owned the building- you found out later that he did own the building). “You-you ass!” You said, just holding yourself back from stomping your foot like a stubborn child. He laughed again, but it was cut off by meow from your closed bedroom door.

He looked into your apartment. “You locked my cat in your room?” he asked, a flicker of something — amusement, maybe — ghosted across his face. “No, I locked MY cat in my bedroom,” your eyes narrowing into slits as you responded, daring him to go get her. He chuckled again. “Here, prove to me it is your cat.” “Happiliy”

You dug your phone out of your pocket, pulling up one of the first pictures you took of Casper, then showing him Casper’s first birthday photo. He raised an eyebrow at the photo of Casper all dressed up in a pink dress in front of the “Happy Gotcha Day, Casper” banner. “Casper? You named the cat after the ghost?” You hummed and stepped back, “you named her after a glacier,” you jutted back. He let out a little laugh at the rebuttal. “I guess so… can I just see her? She’s yours, I wasn’t coming to take her back, I just wanted to see her taken care of.” 

Your heart warmed at that and invited him in before really realizing you were letting an unknown (very handsome) man into your apartment. You shut the front door before letting Casper out of the bedroom, instructing the man to sit wherever. She shot out, letting out a loud mroow, before jumping onto the couch. She was a little spooked by the man sitting there, not expecting him. You watched her closer, making sure she wasn’t scared of him. If he had hurt her, he wouldn’t be coming out of this apartment unharmed. You looked at his muscles, yea. You could get a scratch or two in before he overtook you. 

“Hi there, Alpine, you miss me?” his voice brought you out of your thoughts. You watched as Casper sniffed his fingers then headbutted them, purring loud enough for you to hear. Your heart skipped a beat at the smile on the dark haired man’s face. Something about him told you that he didn’t let that show very often. You watched as Casper rolled over, letting the man see her belly. For a few minutes, the room was silent, just Casper’s purr being heard. A ping of a phone broke the silence and the man grumbled as he pulled it out. He sighed while reading the message and put it away. Something about his vibe changed after that. Something was wrong. He suddenly looked tired. He ran his fingers across his face and through his hair before standing.

“Thank you for letting me see her. Look, I don’t know if I could let her go,” you went to complain, but he held a hand up to cut you off, “not like that. I would just like to see her, and you, again,” you were stunned at his words. He flipped open his wallet and took out a sleek black card. “Call or text me when you have some time? I’d like to take you out for dinner,” he had a boyish smile on his face though it didn’t reach his eyes this time. You studied him as you took the card. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as you took the card from him. He left after that, leaving Alpine-Casper with a pat to the head, seeing himself out the door. 

You flipped the card around as the front door closed. James B. Barnes, C.E.O Barnes-Rogers Inc. XXX-XXX-XXXX. The number wasn’t the same as the one you had from the vet’s office. No wonder he didn’t answer. You were debating sending him a text so he would have your own number, “but would that be too eager, Casper?” you asked your cat only to receive a chirp in response. You sighed. You replenished her food bowl and retreated to your shower, the one that barely works but did have hot water, and got ready for bed early. As you watched a few Youtube videos, your mind kept wondering about the handsome man with the dark aura. Your google search on the company returned nothing besides a basic webpage, no more information on James or whoever Rogers was. Your dreams for that night were plagued with the cat loving man.

[mongoosemagazine]

141 men helping you recover after an injury

CW:fluff, pure fluff , injury, gun wound

sorry for spelling errors, managed to break my finger haha

John Price:

From the second he heard you were injured he was perched by your side, waiting on you hand and foot and ordering his team to find and kill whoever ordered the man who shot you, because of course you’d managed to kill the person who pulled the trigger themself. You got shot in the lower abdomen, right above the hard bone of the pelvis. Lucky enough it wasn’t a career ending injury, not lucky enough for the bullet to go straight through, requiring a surgery which put her out of commision for a few weeks.

Whenever the pain is particularly horrible he’ll lay in the bed with you petting your hair gently and whispering praises in your ear. “So strong darling….you’re gonna get through this just fine…” he’ll press kisses to your hairline and massage your scalp until your eyes shut and you manage to drift off despite the burning pain.

Simon Riley:

Ran through the halls of the base to the helipad where you were arriving, his chest tight and pounding as he sees you tied down to a stretcher with an oxygen mask on and defibrillation pads taped to your chest, did you die? He holds your hands and rushes alongside the medics as they bring you to the medbay. Soap has to sit him down in the lobby and sit with him so he doesn’t explode while you’re in surgery.

The second he gets the news you’re okay he doubles over, he’s not crying or screaming but it’s like all the wind is knocked out of him. he goes in to see you and brushes your hair and while you’re still a medically induced coma does your skincare routine for you since he knows how important it is to you, he puts on a sheet mask which he normally complains about on date night

When you wake up and get home he doesn’t let you do anything, lifts you to and from the bathroom, calls your family to figure out what your favourite foods are when you’re sick and the recipes for them. He lays with you in bed every night and sometimes, he does cry. Whispers to you about how he can never lose you and that he loves you more than anything. He falls asleep with his ear pressed against your heart to remind himself you’re breathing.

Kyle Garrick:

Like a ghost cooks all of your favourite foods and makes sure you’re as comfortable as possible, wrapped in blankets and pillows in a little nest on your bed. He always gives you massages and foot rubs any time you complain about the pain and gives you little kisses saying he needs to “distract you from the pain”. He puts on your favourite TV shows and refuses to go out with the lads until you're better. 

He keeps telling you about how you’re a badass and that everyones gonna be jealous of your cool scars and body when you get back on your feet. He wakes you up every morning with your favorite breakfast and your water bottle on your nightstand is always fully filled up. He makes sure you are always well hydrated and if you make the tiniest noise of discontent he will hear it, doesn’t matter if he’s on the other side of the apartment. 

One thing he doesn't do is carry you around. The second you are able he helps you move around the apartment, buying you a cane and wheelchair so you don’t become stagnant and your healing process doesn’t stall and you can be back working as soon as possible, not because he wants you to but because he knows that you would want that for yourself.

Johnny Mactavish:

Take you home to his family. He’s not a mama’s boy (lie) but he is confident in his mum’s ability to look after people as well as it being a possibility for you to meet his family. Constant home cooked meals and a loving community to be surrounded by. He also wants you there because it’s away from all the pressures of daily life in the military. He did all of the paper work and leave requests so you can take as long as you need to heal and get better. 

He brings you freshly pasteurized milk, has you eating foods with lots of carbs to get your energy levels up and asks his mum to plan out outfits to put you into when you couldn't dress yourself, as well as asking her to teach him to wash a woman’s hair and which products were the best to use. By the end of your month of recovering the family treats you as one of their own. 

Formerly “Johnny’s Lass” they now call you by name and make you feel extremely loved. When it’s time for you to go home they make you a big care package full of supplies for recovery and all of the food you loved the most during your time there. As you sit in the car preparing for the drive his mother slips her mother’s engagement ring into Johnny’s hand, telling him to cherish her.  Johnny hums and when he joins you in the car presses a long kiss to your forehead saying something in Gaelic you don’t understand. “Cha leig mi le duine sam bith do ghoirteachadh a-rithist, M’eudail.” I won't let anyone hurt you again, my love.

[coupsoficecream]

M'Manager

About:

Ever since you became the manager of K-pop group aespa, peace hasn’t existed—because your girlfriend always finds a way to seduce you. You try to stay professional, but she never plays fair when it comes to you. Then one day, she changes her hairstyle… and you can’t stop stealing glances when she’s not looking. Little did you know, your girlfriend saw everything.

Pairing:

!idol¡ karina x !manager¡ y/n

Warning:

CUTENESS OVERLOAD, a very needy karina, strong tension, make out a lil reminder that this is wlw :>>

Genre:

Romance, Secret Relationship

Song:

tease, caught, jealous

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It started harmless. One comment. One backup dancer.

“Manager-nim, you look good today.”

You smiled politely and nodded, brushing it off. You were used to light comments like that. Idol managers tended to get compliments, especially when they worked closely with big names like aespa.

Karina noticed it, of course. But she didn’t react. She just smiled at you the way she always did — soft and knowing — and went back to her water bottle like she hadn’t heard a thing. You thought that was the end of it.

But it wasn’t.

Because the same guy kept going.

“You’ve been working out, right? Your legs look toned.”

“Woah, is it hot in here or is it just you?”

“Manager-nim, I swear, if you weren’t off-limits…”

You laughed them off. Brushed past the tension. You were professional. This was your job. And Karina trusted you.

Until she didn’t.

She didn’t say anything at first. Just small changes. Quiet shifts in her expression when you walked past. How she didn’t wait for you after rehearsals anymore. How she started sitting with Ningning or Winter instead of saving a seat for you like she always did.

You noticed. Of course you did.

But you didn’t know what you’d done — until one night after practice, when the dancer said something that went too far.

“You know,” he said, leaning closer while Karina watched from a distance, “you’re too pretty to be just a manager.”

You smiled awkwardly. “That’s— I’m fine where I am.”

Karina was across the room, wiping sweat from her neck. And you saw it — the way she froze. The way her jaw clenched. The way her eyes locked on yours and didn’t blink.

You didn’t sleep well that night.

The next day, she didn’t speak to you. No teasing. No sly smirks. No stolen touches or secret messages during break.

Just cold professionalism.

“Can you pass me my mic?”

“Unnie, water.”

“I need a minute. Alone.”

You felt it. You felt it in your chest like an invisible thread pulling tight. You hated this. You hated making her feel like this. But she never said anything.

And you didn’t know how to fix something that wasn’t being spoken out loud.

Until that night.

You were both in the hallway, coming back from separate rooms. She had showered — hair damp, hoodie zipped up to her neck, skin glowing. You were walking back with your tablet when she caught your wrist.

“Can we talk?”

Your stomach dropped. “Now?”

She nodded.

You followed her into her hotel room, nerves buzzing.

She didn’t waste time.

“You like the attention?” she asked quietly.

“What?”

“From him.”

Your eyes widened. “No— Jimin, no, I don’t—”

“Then why do you let him talk to you like that?”

“I don’t!” you rushed. “I just— I smile because I don’t want to make a scene. I didn’t flirt. I swear.”

Karina stared at you.

“Do you know how hard it is for me to stay quiet every time he talks to you like he knows you?”

“I don’t let him—”

“He thinks he has a chance,” she said, voice lower. “Because you don’t shut it down.”

You stepped back slightly. Not from fear — but from the overwhelming way she was looking at you.

You wanted to speak, to explain, but Karina stepped forward.

“You know I trust you, right?” she whispered.

You nodded. “Yes.”

“Then tell me something.”

You blinked.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

You froze. “Wh-What?”

“Say it,” she said again, eyes burning. “Tell me you’re mine.”

You bit your lip.

Karina knew what she was doing. She knew exactly what buttons to push — and how quickly you melted when she used that voice. Because to everyone else, you were confident. Playful. Sometimes even in control. But when Karina stepped into this version of herself — soft but commanding, with hands on your hips and jealousy tightening her jaw — you folded instantly.

And she knew it.

You swallowed hard. “Jimin…”

“Say it.”

“I…” you mumbled, cheeks turning red. “I’m yours.”

She leaned in. “Didn’t hear you.”

You whispered, barely audible, “I’m yours.”

Her mouth curled into a smirk. “Thought so.”

Then she kissed you. Not soft. Not slow. It was possessive — claiming — her fingers sinking into your waist like she was grounding herself.

You gasped against her, and she didn’t stop. Didn’t pause.

When she finally pulled away, you were breathless. Face hot. Knees weak.

“You don’t smile for anyone like that again,” she whispered, resting her forehead against yours. “That smile is mine.”

You nodded, lips still parted, barely able to respond.

“And if he ever touches you—” she added, voice dark, “I’ll make sure he never works in this industry again.”

You let out a tiny laugh, still dazed. “You’re scary.”

She grinned. “Only for you.”

You looked up, flushed and wrecked. “You… you really hate seeing him around me, huh?”

“I hate anyone thinking they have a shot with you.”

“But I’m yours,” you whispered again.

That made her smile.

“I know,” she murmured, pressing another soft kiss to your lips. “I just needed to hear it.”

And that’s when Karina softened again.

After wiping your flustered face with her thumbs, she sat you down on her bed and crawled behind you, hugging you from the back like a blanket.

"Yah, don’t look like that,” she whispered into your neck. “You’re mine. No one else gets to see this face.”

You mumbled something shy and buried your face in your hands.

“Don’t hide,” she said, pouting. “My baby’s cute. Why are you so soft tonight?”

“Because you’re being like this,” you muttered.

She kissed your cheek. “Being what?”

“You know,” you whispered, face red. “Touchy… possessive…”

“Hmm. That’s just the girlfriend package, baby.”

You choked on air. “Stop.”

She giggled. “Stop what? Calling you baby? Touching your thighs like this?”

You yelped. “Karina!”

“I like it when you say my name like that,” she teased.

You groaned into her shoulder, and she only hugged you tighter.

“You’re mine,” she said, voice lower. “And I’ll keep saying it until the whole world knows. But for now…”

She pressed her lips to your jaw.

“…just let me have you like this.”

And you did.

[drysdalesworld]

in sickness & in health

pairing: jamie drysdale x fem/afab!reader

summary: the reader is down for the count with the “period flu” and jamie is there to help make her feel better.

warning(s): mentions of menstruation, mentions of blood, talks of feeling unwell/sickly

note: i was in the throes of the “period flu”/24 hour flu months ago & it was literally the worst thing ever. this has been sitting in my drafts for eternity. please enjoy <3

It started off as a headache at first.

Initially, you thought it was because of your hairstyle. You had thrown your hair into a ponytail before leaving for work that morning. The tightness being the first thing you noticed when you walked to the office.

As the day progressed and after a million times of adjusting your hair, the headache got worse and your throat began to itch. And worst of all, you got your period an hour after arriving at work, having to ask your fellow co-worker for any menstrual product they had.

Seeing as you obviously didn’t feel well and your performance wasn’t up to par that day, your boss sent you home early and advised that you get some rest.

And that’s what leads us to the present — you sitting on the couch curled in a thousand different blankets as the ache spread from your head to the rest of your body, rendering you sore and completely immobile. Even your eyes hurt, too painful to movie and watch whatever’s on the small television in your apartment.

The soft jingles of familiar keys echoed throughout the apartment, unlocking the door to reveal your boyfriend, Jamie.

The hockey player stopped in his tracks as he closed the door behind him, the sight of you curled up on the couch underneath every blanket the apartment held surprised him. You didn’t get sick often or easily, so seeing you out for the count concerned the man.

“Baby?” He asked, dropping his keys in the little bowl by the door. “You okay? Why are you buried underneath these blankets? It’s been warm all day.”

Attempting to talk hurt your jaw and throat, resulting in you letting out a pathetic and small whine. You buried yourself deeper into your makeshift pile of blankets as another chill spread throughout your body.

Jamie frowned at the sound you made, squatting by the end of the couch where he assumed your head was, gently pulling back the soft material to see your face.

“Don’t feel good, baby?” He asked, softly rubbing his thumb against your brow bone.

You nodded lightly and sighed heavily, the medication you took earlier not helping with your aches at all.

Jamie frowned and nodded in response, leaning forward to press a kiss to the crown of your head. “I’ll make you some soup and tea if you want. Turn off the heater too,” he offered. “Some fresh air might be good later if you’re up to move.”

Without waiting for your response, Jamie got up from his position and made his way to the kitchen, turning off the heater on his way.

“Thank you,” you croaked out, sitting up a bit so you could properly see your boyfriend in the kitchen. Tears brimming at your waterline.

Jamie turned to tell you it was no problem as it was one of his responsibilities as your partner, but cut himself short when he saw you crying, rushing back towards you.

“I don’t feel good. Felt like shit all day,” you cried into the crook of his neck once he brought you into his arms. “And I got my period on top of being sick. Worst day ever.”

Jamie only held you tighter as if he could transfer your pain to him. He gently stroked the back of your head and brought you into his lap.

“Is there anything you need me to get at the store for you? Extra products? Ibuprofen? Chocolate?” He asked, rubbing your back in hopes of easing whatever aches you felt.

You shook your head as you stayed in the same position, feeling slightly better now that you were in your boyfriend’s arms. Melting deeper into his embrace.

Eventually, you feel asleep in Jamie’s arms, snoring away as your body finally let you rest. And he didn’t move an inch, continuing to rub your back as he held you.

He’d figure out a way eventually to get you into your bed safely and soundly without waking you up so he could prepare the soup and tea for when you awoke. But now, he just sat there with you in his embrace, happy he could at least help in aiding you in falling asleep.

[viola-verse]

When He Knows Her Best | Min Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x GF!Idol!OC

Summary: Yoongi's overheard giving some advice to Viola's new staff members. Set late 2022.

Warnings: none.

Word Count: 1,333

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“Who do you think we should ask? It’s not like we can go up to Viola or anyone who knows her best and ask how we can make a good first impression.” Yoongi overhears three women as they stand in the middle of Hybe's corridors, waiting for an elevator and talking amongst themselves. They hadn’t noticed him, and he didn’t really pay attention to them until they spoke Viola's name.   

He turned back towards them and approached them.  

“Are you all part of Viola's new team?” He asks them. They all look at him wide eyed, too stunned to speak as the politely bowed to him. Him, also being polite, bows back as he waits for their answer.  

The one with bleached hair, nods. “We were supposed to start working for a girl group but got moved to Viola’s team. We start tomorrow.”  

“Working here you’ll know she was a mentor for the trainees,” he says and all three of them nod. “And that she was an idol before that,” they nod again. “First bit of advice I’ll give you is, keep to the schedule and don’t be late unless you have a valid reason. Time matters to her.”  

“Should we write this down?” the woman with the darker hair asks.  

“If you have to,” he says. All three of them get out there phones and start typing in their notes. “Second bit of advice - you’ll become like family to her. You’re with her more than her own family is. But don’t rush to build that connection with her. If she doesn’t know you, she might seem a little distant and intimidating. Don’t get it in your head that she doesn’t like you. She can take her time to warm up to new people but she’ll keep it respectful.”  

He watches them as they pause, thumbs hovering over their screens, looking visibly nervous. The three women exchanged glances. Yoongi could sense the weight of his words settling in, and he felt a strange urge to ease their tension. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of protectiveness over her. Viola had been through so much, and he wanted to ensure her new team would uplift her rather than add to her stress. If it means having a word or two with her new staff that didn't know her at all, then he would do it. 

“Look,” he said, softening his tone, “she’s not as intimidating as she might seem at first. Hannie has this way of making people feel valued, even if she takes her time getting there.” He continues, trying to project some sort of reassurance. “Just be yourselves. That’s what she appreciates most.” 

The woman with bleached hair smiled faintly but still seemed uncertain. “What if we mess up?” 

“Then you learn from it,” he replied with a shrug. “We all have our off days. If you make a mistake or there’s been a miscommunication, own up to it and be honest with her. She respects those who show accountability and take steps to fix it if they are at fault.”  

They nodded slowly, absorbing his advice like sponges. The elevator dinged in the distance, breaking their momentary reverie. Yoongi glanced back toward the sound before returning his gaze to them. 

“And don’t forget,” he added, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips, “she loves food. Anything spicy. If you ever need to break the ice or cheer her up after a long day, bringing her favorite snacks can work wonders.” 

The darker-haired woman perked up at this suggestion. “Really? What does she like?” 

"I would start with fried chicken or pizza, just make sure it doesn't have pineapple. She hates it," he tells them. "Tangerines are a no go, even if she begs for one, they set off her migraines. She'll be out for three days if he ends up with one. If you plan on bringing her coffee, I would suggest you don't. She doesn't drink it. Get her peach Iced Tea instead." 

The three women exchanged nervous laughter, the tension in their shoulders easing slightly. Yoongi could see the wheels turning in their minds, each contemplating how they might navigate their new roles with Viola. 

"Is there anything that she does that we should be weary of?" the third woman, who's remained relatively silent the whole time speaks up. 

He thinks and nods his head, "She's close with her dad so she'll take some time during a break to call him and her step-mother. If she's sad or anxious, give her space, she'll call someone she's close to if she needs to. Whatever you do, don't eavesdrop on her phone calls. She values her privacy. If you just so happen to hear something, don't go spread it around to everyone. That will for sure get you fired. Viola doesn't tolerate gossip or rumours." 

The three women nodded, visibly more at ease now. They seemed to appreciate the insight Yoongi was offering, and he could see a spark of determination in their eyes. The elevator in front of them dings before the door opens.  

As the elevator doors slid open, the three women hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Yoongi unsure if they should stay and get more advice or leave and work with what they had. He gives them a reassuring look letting them know they're good with the info he's given them. They could figure it out from there or they would be here for hours if he told them every little detail they should know about Viola. 

“One last thing,” he called out as they stepped inside, “Remember that she's human too. She has her good days and bad days, just like everyone else. If you see her struggling, don’t hesitate to offer a listening ear or a simple gesture of kindness. It means a lot to her, especially when she's away from those she's closest to." 

The three woman nodded and bowed their heads thanking him for his insight.  

Yoongi watched as the doors slid shut, a sense of satisfaction washing over him. He had done his part in ensuring that Viola's new team would approach her with the right mindset. The corridor fell silent again, leaving him alone with his thoughts. There was something about the way they looked at him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty, that tugged at his heartstrings. They were stepping into a world filled with expectations and challenges, and he hoped everything would go well for them.  

Turning away from the elevator, Yoongi made his way down the corridor toward the practice room where his own team were awaiting him.  

Unbeknownst to him, Viola's main manager, Kim Min-hee, had heard everything. With a smile on her face, she went on her way to find Viola practicing in one of the dance studios with her back up dancers. As soon as Min-hee entered the room, Viola stopped for a break. The younger woman picked up her water bottle and made her way over to her manager. 

"If you don't marry that man, I might just have to," Min-hee jokes as Viola approaches her, her voice low enough for just the idol to hear her. 

Viola raised an eyebrow, a smile creeping onto her face as Yoongi enters her mind. She wipes the sweat from her brow, before placing the towel over her shoulder. “What are you talking about?” she asked, taking a sip from her water bottle. Min-hee leaned against the mirrored wall, crossing her arms playfully. 

“I just overheard Yoongi giving some of your new staff members the rundown on how to handle you,” Min-hee said, a teasing lilt in her voice. “If I didn't believe in his love for you before, I sure do now. He really does know you better than anyone else.” 

Viola chuckled, “He’s just looking out for me,” she replied, her tone playful but laced with sincerity. “You know how he is.” 

“I do. It’s kind of sweet, really," Min-hee smiled, knowingly. 

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I'd move mountains for you (my love) - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Scandi senses

Summary: Frido finally figures it out, Ingrid gets sick and a special someone appears.

The end of October and the start of November did not treat Ingrid well at all. The honeymoon period of finding out she was pregnant was over and unfortunately the morning sickness had begun. 

Mapi and Ingrid had been consistently late for training for about a week so suspicions were at all time high throughout the team (barring Alexia, Irene and to an extent Marta). 

The issue would start at home - Ingrid would wake up and instantly bolt to the bathroom, the need to throw up taking over her in an instance. Mapi would soon wake up, rolling over and groaning at the sound of Ingrid throwing up before legging into their bathroom and tying the Norwegian’s hair with whatever hairband she could find. 

Eventually they’d make their way towards the kitchen, Ingrid collapsing into the sofa quelling her nausea away with extra sleep. Mapi would make a start on breakfast - avocado toast for herself and plain toast for Ingrid, one of the only things she could stomach at the moment. They would sit together in peace and quiet before finishing up their morning routines and making their way to the front door. 

This silence wouldn’t last long though since most days as soon as the two women shut the front door it would be wretched open again by Ingrid. Mapi would sigh before shutting the door and jogging back to the bathroom where Ingrid was yet again being sick.

Another ten minutes would go by before the Norwegian would be able to drag herself off the toilet. The couple would then make their way out again and towards the elevator where cuddles were needed, Ingrid still not feeling her best. The drive to training was much of the same: silence and calm that would cease as soon as training began. Ingrid would be huddled in the passenger seat, eyes shut and trying to focus on anything other than how ill she felt. Mapi usually drove with one eye on the road and one eye on her girlfriend, her hand protectively resting on Ingrid’s thigh.

More often than not Mapi would have to rouse Ingrid from falling asleep once at the training ground with a kiss on the cheek. They weren’t in too much of a rush to get to training; they knew the coaching staff knew about the awful symptoms Ingrid had been experiencing so as long as the two women weren’t too late it was fine. 

That didn’t mean that when they entered the changing room everything was normal. Those who were still in there would say the usual “good morning” to the couple but not without a curious look. They would quickly change and tag along to the end of the group to run laps before moving into rondos with the rest of the team.

This morning, however, was different. 

That awful feeling Ingrid has would just not go away… it was so intense that halfway through warmups Ingrid had to bolt back to the changing room. Those in her group were shocked at the speed, especially Frido. She (unlike Mapi who had been laughing at something Patri had said) looked worried for Ingrid. There was something wrong with her friend again, something that this time she couldn’t not push to find out. Ingrid was clearly sick and Frido hated the idea that her best friend was anything other than okay. She muttered “screw it” and jogged after her Norwegian friend. 

As soon as Ingrid reached the bathroom she dropped to her knees, the feeling of sickness taking over her. Little did Ingrid know Frido had followed, her jog switching to a run as she heard the sound of retching from outside the changing room. The Swede slipped into the changing room, waiting for the sound to stop as she didn't want to overwhelm Ingrid. 

The second it stopped she made her way towards the bathrooms.

“Ingrid?”

The Norwegian looked up in surprise, having not heard Fridolina enter, “Frido?”

“Are- are you okay?”

“Of course!” Ingrid said, sounding much more positive than she should’ve for someone hunched over a toilet, “This is normal, well not normal… I mean I can deal with this, I’ve been dealing with this.”

“Ingrid honey, you’ve looked ill for weeks… this is not normal!”

“Frido you don’t understand! This is supposed to happen!” Ingrid exclaimed before clamping her hand over her mouth, cursing herself for not thinking before she spoke.

“In what world would constantly throwing up be normal?” 

Ingrid sighed, she knew she had blown most of her cover and just decided to bite the bullet.

“In my world… I’m pregnant.”

“YOU’RE WHAT”

“Pregnant.”

 It felt like the wind had been knocked out of Ingrid, the second she’d confirmed her news to Frido she was tackled into a hug, both women tumbling to the floor.

“Ingrid, oh my goodness!” Frido laughed as she spoke, tears filling her eyes, “I’m so happy for you!!”

The two of them stayed in that hug before hearing someone clear their throat behind them. They looked up and sheepishly smiled at Mapi who seemed shocked.

“Why are you guys on the floor?”

Fridolina leapt to her feet and engulfed Mapi in a strong hug, “You’re having a baby!”

Mapi’s eyes flew to Ingrid who was still sitting on the floor, “You told her?”

The Norwegian rolled her eyes, “You already told Alexia and Irene… I told you it wouldn’t be long before Frido would find out.”

“No fighting! I’m going to be an auntie!” Frido shrieked and pulled Ingrid up to join their hug.

She looked between the couple and spoke, “I’m speechless - I am so sooo happy for you both! I cannot wait for you to be parents!” Her voice quivered.

The Swede wrapped her two friends up in yet another hug before sighing, “I guess we should get back to training. The longer we stay here the more suspicious we become.”

The couple agreed with her as Ingrid felt well enough to join in. Frido and Ingrid linked arms to walk back to training as they murmured to each other that Frido would join them for dinner later that night. Mapi grumbled behind that they two best friends needed to reign in their happy faces… something that would definitely draw suspicions to them all.

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Later that night Frido joined Mapi and Ingrid for dinner.

The Spaniard had made them all a pasta dish which they sat to eat whilst Fridolina probed her two friends with questions.

“So,” The Swedish international started, “How far along are you?”

Ingrid twirled a piece of pasta around on her fork, “2 months, 6 weeks if we want to get technical.”

“Ahhh, so that’s why you’ve not trained. I knew there wasn’t anything wrong with your back. You two aren’t slick you know.”

“I’m sorry we lied to you, I wasn’t comfortable with telling anyone. Actually, we’re still not comfortable with letting others know so please keep this to yourself right now.” Ingrid shuffled in her seat alerting Frido she had another point to say.

“We- we’re not telling anyone. The fans I mean; the stress that would come from that, the judgement… we want to keep it from outside noise.”

“That’s understandable, I’m proud of you for knowing your boundaries. Plus, this is a fun thing to keep.” 

The three of them spent the rest of the night gossiping and talking about anything they could think of. By the time Frido stood up to leave Ingrid had passed out asleep, Mapi covered her in a blanket before following her friend to the door. Since she hadn’t been looking where she was walking, Mapi hadn’t noticed that Frido had stopped walking, she stumbled into her gasping slightly and then ensuring she hadn’t woken up her girlfriend. 

The Swede turned to her friend with a big smile on her face, “This is so cute!” She said, the poppy seed polaroid in her hand.

Mapi also smiled, “That is our new tradition. At the start and end of each month we’re going to take a picture to highlight how the baby grows.”

The Spaniard pulled out her phone and brought up the pregnancy app, “See! Right now our baby is the same size as a baked bean!”

Frido laughed, “I love it!” Then, she got serious for a second, “I am very happy for you both, seriously happy. You guys are my favourite people and I cannot wait to see you become parents.”

“Thank you Frido. Text me when you get home safe.” Mapi said, softly closing the door behind her friend.

The Spanish woman made her way back to the sofa, grinning as she noticed Bagheera cuddled up against Ingrid’s stomach, she clambered over and soon fell asleep snuggled with her growing family. 

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Another thing the end of October and the start of November brought in the Women’s Football World was international break - something that Ingrid obviously couldn’t take part in.

She had received some messages from her Norwegian teammates to ask if she was alright, but of course as soon as the squad got announced and Ingrid wasn’t included the group chat she had with Guro and Frida blew up. The two of them going crazy with questions on how Ingrid still wasn’t back playing. She knew that they would find out sooner or later and given the fact it would unlikely that Ingrid would see her friends for a while, Chelsea and Arsenal weren’t in Barcelona’s Champions League group this year, it was right to tell them.

And so that led Ingrid to now, November 3rd, pacing around her and Mapi’s living room with one of her pregnancy tests clutched in hand waiting for one of Guro and Frida to ring. 

The minute her phone started buzzing Ingrid jumped at it, picking it up on the very first ring.

“Ingrid!” Both women on the other side of the line screamed, “We miss you…” Guro then said, the pout on her face clear to see.

“I’m sorry I’m not at camp girls, it’s for a good reason. I promise.”

That got their attention… Just like Frido, they wondered how a back injury could be good.

Ingrid took a deep breath before quietly saying, “I’m pregnant.”

The second those two words left her mouth the girls in Norway screamed, Guro practically falling off the bed, they were so happy for their friend.

Ingrid wasn’t surprised when both Mapi and Bagheera came bounding in at the noise, Guro always being dramatic no matter the scenario. The Spaniards weren’t the only ones who heard the screams, as Ingrid could see Maren enter the hotel room on the other side of the facetime. 

The captain’s face was puzzled as Frida turned back to the phone and questioned Ingrid, “Can we tell Maren, Ing? Guro looks like she’s about to burst… I think you’ve made her year!”

Ingrid laughed, “Of course, before Guro passes out from excitement!”

With that Guro raced to hug Maren saying, “She’s pregnant, she’s pregnant! Maren, Ingrid’s having a baby!”

Maren moved to grab the phone from Frida, Guro still wrapped around her, “Congrats Ingrid!”

“Thank you guys, please keep this to yourselves for now, only you three know.”

“I promise!” Guro stated, her joy endless.

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November 8th 2025

The rest days that came with the international break gave Mapi and Ingrid the chance to attend their first prenatal appointment. 

With the appointment being at 1:30pm it gave the two women the opportunity for a chilled out morning; breakfast in bed (even if Ingrid was darting to the bathroom to be sick every once in a while) and a walk with Bagheera on the beach. They took the cat home and then settled in a quaint cafe near the doctors for some coffee.

Mapi would giggle as Ingrid scrunched her nose at her decaf coffee, “I don’t know how I’m going to survive drinking this for the next seven months. It is disgusting!”

“You’ll be okay, it’ll all be okay. This is just another thing we have to do for our little one.”

“We? Maria, there is no way on earth you are also switching to decaf… You’ll be a nightmare to deal with!”

Mapi scoffed, opening her mouth to argue. She quickly shut it though, she was not willing to argue with a pregnant woman today.

Soon they had to leave for the start of their appointment and when they arrived at the doctors the women didn’t have to wait long. The majority of the prenatal appointment was spent talking about what to expect when you’re expecting and Ingrid underwent a couple of tests. This included blood pressure, height and weight before moving to the proper exam.

Ingrid laid back on the bed with her legs in the stirrups. Mapi would wince everytime the doctor moved to examine Ingrid, as if she could feel the pressure her girlfriend was experiencing. A small image came up on the screen, something that Mapi said looked more like an alien than a human (Ingrid slapped her arm for that). The doctor also explained that their baby’s heart was starting to develop, the Spaniard almost breaking down in tears as the flicker was shown on the ultrasound screen. 

The prenatal appointment ended way too soon for Mapi and Ingrid’s liking but they were able to come away with a picture of what their baby looked like. Ingrid held it with a death grip on the drive home and Mapi immediately sent it to Alexia once they got to their apartment.

It was obvious the next time training was on that Ingrid could tell it was getting harder for Mapi to contain herself at training, hiding their big news wasn’t easy for her either… She was desperate to tell Esmee and Aitana but it just wasn’t safe enough for her to feel secure in saying. 

The incident that had led to Frido finding out and the prenatal appointment were very hard for them to keep quiet about, especially Mapi who was known to be a chatterbox. Everyone who knew would constantly have to give Mapi pointed looks during training to get her to stop talking about her and Ingrid’s nephews, a topic that would easily have her spill their own baby news. 

Ingrid had made her promise not to tell until Christmas; the couple had a plan to reveal it then as a sort of present for the rest of the team. She prayed the Spaniard could keep her mouth shut until then. This led to the Norwegian often having to say to Mapi to ‘think about Christmas’ suggesting that there would be no presents for the Spanish woman if she spilled news she wasn’t supposed to. 

This was a feat that became even more unusual to their teammates once Ingrid noticed something special.

During the last home game of November - Barcelona vs Paris FC - the Norwegian spotted something different about herself as she was doing up her jeans. Exiting the toilet she waited for Frido (who was out with a slight knee issue) to come out and wash her hands before explaining.

“Frido, can you tell me if you notice anything different about me?” Ingrid said, turning side on.

“Uh… no.”

Ingrid threw her head back in annoyance and removed her coat and jumper, “Anything now? I think I’m a little bloated! I snuck a look at the app Mapi has and that’s supposed to be around now.”

The Swede narrowed her eyes and had a long look at her friend’s stomach, “A little actually! How far along are you now?”

“8 weeks!” Ingrid beamed, “The bump is supposed to start at the end of next month but the app said bloating is normal.”

Fridolina smiled and hooked her arm with Ingrid’s once she put her layers back on, “Come on, this’ll be a nice thing to show her if the result stays the way it is.”

Ingrid agreed as the two of them moved to head down, the final whistle having gone off whilst they were in the bathroom. Barcelona had drawn 2-2 with the French side, a late Clara Mateo goal stopping Barca from taking all three points which was something the duo knew would annoy a lot of the players from their team.

They missed the team talk but joined the rest of the players for the walk round the pitch to clap the fans, the two of them jogging over to Mapi and Marta as soon as they spotted them.

Hearing the noise the two Spanish women turned to see who it was, Mapi instantly looping an arm around her girlfriend’s shoulder once they noticed. 

“I have something to show you once we get home.” Ingrid whispered, exchanging a look with Frido.

Mapi saw it though and said, “Are you two ganging up on me again?”

“Us? Never!” Frido scoffed, bumping shoulders with Marta as Mapi scowled. 

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Ingrid and Mapi held hands on the drive home, the former noticing how quiet her girlfriend was, something that was common after a poor result. 

Once in the apartment Ingrid grabbed Mapi’s hand again, leading her into their bedroom. She quickly removed her coat, jumper and jeans and eagerly pointed to her stomach.

“Notice anything?”

Mapi squatted down to take a closer look, it took a minute but slowly her eyes widened, “Are you telling me we got a little bump going on?”

Ingrid cleared her throat, overcome by emotion at the wistful look on her girlfriend’s face, “I think it's more of a bloat but something is definitely there.”

Mapi quickly kissed the skin showing and got up to hug Ingrid, “Princesa, that’s our baby in there!”

The Norwegian nodded, “Yeah,” She said, tears forming in her eyes, “It is.”

In an instant it seemed Mapi turned to the door, an idea forming in her head, “You, Princesa, stay here. Stay like that, I’ve got a brilliant plan - we’re right at the end of the month, no?”

“We are?”

“Yes! I will be back, ten minutes max!”

Ingrid stayed shocked as she heard the door open and close with a slam as Mapi raced out. She practically sprinted to the shops and made her way to the fruit and vegetables section, grabbing the punnet the app measured at eight weeks. It wasn’t long before she left, a plastic bag and the goods inside in hand ready to show Ingrid what was needed for the next polaroid.

Just like she ran to the store, Mapi legged it back aiming to reach their apartment in record time, something she was on track for by leaping up the stairs. Her run didn’t stop until she reached her and her Norwegian counterparts' bedroom. Mapi stilled at the door to watch Ingrid for a second, the way she lay on her back with her arms above her head making the bloat more prominent.

“Ingrid…” She dragged out, stopping once the Norwegian grumbled that she was listening. “I need your eyes open for this Princesa.”

Ingrid’s eyes slid slightly open, the light harsh on them, “What have you been buying now?” She questioned.

“You’re at eight weeks now, right?” Mapi said, waiting for her girlfriend to nod before she continued, “That’s the end of month two. The start and end of the month is for polaroids so I got a special something to help us out.”

Ingrid cautiously took the plastic bag from Mapi; Ingrid peeked in and saw a punnet of raspberries.

“Our baby is now the size of a raspberry! How cool is that?”

“It is pretty cool! Help me up please, let's get this picture taken.”

“Of course, mi Princesa.”

This time Ingrid held the polaroid camera and turned side on to the mirror as Mapi had sat down with the punnet of raspberries now open. The Spaniard held it in her hands with a proud smile on her face as Ingrid took the picture. She waved it around once the polaroid came out, the picture quickly showing. Mapi’s cheesy grin was on full show as she took the sharpie the Norwegian offered and wrote ‘Week 8 - Raspberry’. 

Sticking it to their noticeboard she sighed, “I don’t even like raspberries… I bought this whole thing of them to just not eat them-”

Ingrid covered the Spanish woman’s mouth, “You might not eat them but trust, I will. Have we got any ice cream?”

Mapi laughed, who knew polaroids and bloats could make her feel better after a bad game.

Masterlist!!

[h4untedgh0ul]

ᴡᴀᴠᴇꜱ

PAIRING: azzi fudd x fem reader x paige bueckers

ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ:

after a messy break up, the three of you fight to make it work again (or something like that because i got lazy at the end)

wc: idek

genre: angst-ish, fluff at the end

The love that y/n, azzi and paige shared was picture perfect. It was so perfect that it never showed what went on behind the scenes. After all a picture is only a sliver of a moment, the before and after of that picture are never truly known or captured only to the ones that experienced it. You should’ve known that. But tangled up with your own doubts you drove a wedge between the picture you guys created.

Here’s how it all started:

It was a dark friday night and you found yourself tangled up on the couch that was in your shared penthouse. The room was dim, with a candle lit on the table its sweet vanilla aroma filling the room. The tv silently hummed in the background, while you scrolled through instagram. Paige and Azzi were currently out at an after party for something basketball related. You weren’t mad not in the slightest, they had asked you to come with them pouring and begging but you were tired. “Thank God for the weekend,” is what you told them. So despite wanting you to come with they still went and you didn’t feel any way about it because you knew what you meant to them or so you thought. You were scrolling until you were tagged in a post. You glanced at your phone quizzically because not many people know your account, your relationship was a secret to the public. However, you reluctantly clicked on the post, your breath caught as you seen the post not knowing if you should be mad or not. But you couldn’t help the emotions that bubbled. The post was a picture of Paige and Azzi seeming to be dancing with a girl sandwiched between them. Paige’s hands on her waist and Azzi’s arms around the girl’s shoulders from behind.

You threw your phone out of frustration and sat in silence. You didn’t know if you should over react or not because after being a sports media manager you knew that a photo couldn’t tell everything. Yet, you believed that picture; you believed the chemistry, you believed that they replaced you just for the night because you didn’t go, you let too many thoughts wander. The thoughts that drove a wedge. You got up from the couch grabbing your phone and went to the bedroom. You flopped on the king sized bed and got under the covers not wanting to face anything else. The night seemed to past by slowly as you laid in bed wondering what truly could’ve happened. You started to think if the three years of being with them were worth it.

Around 3am the girls returned stumbling over each other while you pretended to be asleep for the sake of not wanting to start an argument while the girls were intoxicated. The pair stumbled in the room. Azzi shushed paige because she thought you were asleep. Paige just muttering about how much fun they had and that’s when something broke in you. You couldn’t pretend like you weren’t furious and hurt. So you slowly turned looking at the girls, who rushed over. “Baby” “Hi my pretty girl” said the two girls. You just silently hugged them and they pulled bag looking at you. Azzi was the first to speak, “what’s wrong my little baby?” You winced at the nickname knowing that they were the only ones allowed to call you that. You sighed and asked “how was the party?” Azzi said “good” while paige started rambling on how she murdered the dance floor with her rhythm. Which earned a quiet laugh out of you before you muttered “did the girl have that rhythm as well?” Azzi looked at you confused and paige said “what?”

From there all hell broke loose. You fussed at them about feeling like you guys kept your relationship a secret for the sake of them being able to do things in public with others. They tried to deny it profusely but you just talked over them saying how you known that they had more chemistry together and pretend that you meant nothing. They tried to tell you how much you loved them and how all three of you share a chemistry so strong. But as you mutter the words “I’m done” the room silenced. “What?” Paige said. So you said it slightly louder. “I’m done.” Azzi crouched in front of you “No, baby please. That girl meant nothing, we have something that can’t be found. Please don’t leave.” Paige started tearing up and apologizing “I’m sorry you felt like this. we can fix it I swear we can.” You just shook your head weak but firm. “I just can’t do this,” you said standing up. The girls profusely begging while you just grabbed a bag and packed. The girls begging and crying following you around while you packed, you didn’t budge just kept moving around the shared space. The last thing you heard before you shut the front door was “I love you please stay.” But you know you couldn’t not when you blew it this far and spoke words that would need time to heal. After you left you assumed everything was fine but what you didn’t see was Azzi crumpling behind the door, paige trashing the room and the girls sobbing and holding each other until they went to sleep.

A few weeks later:

You became a party animal. Any party that had alcohol you were there. Any words of good music you were there, you lost yourself in the process too, soi ng anything to be seen.

“I’m a go out with my friends

i’d rather let the liquor sink in.”

You knew better than to drink so much, but it gave you the courage to keep going. Your friend invited you tonight. So you wore a black mini skirt paired with a black tube top. Your hair was straightened different from your curls that cascaded down your back. You straightened your hair because you knew how much the pair loved it. You remember the late nights that followed; but you didn’t let yourself sulk too much because after all you caused it. You posted a picture on your instagram story, paige and azzi still following you. You tell yourself that you didn’t post for them but you know you did. You put the song “little bit” by drake and Lykke li over it knowing that it was yall song. You just craved their attention again but you couldn’t be weak to something that you started. Because after all you kept “having thoughts of them that you shouldn’t have been thinking.”

The night progressed as you took more shots, you pulled out your phone and seen instagram notifications. One from Azzi, Two from paige and others from randoms. Azzi had hearted the post, a soft reaction just like her love gentle, patient, soft but passionate. Paige on the other hand hearted it and slid up “you look good, my.” Hers seemed appreciative and cautious as if typing out “miss you” instead of abbreviating it would land differently. But it reminded you of her love too, she would always compliment you and tell you how thankful she was. You hearted paige’s message before closing your phone. You couldn’t take the pressure of what you caused so you order another drink and turned to your friend and asked her to dance. Even though you felt physically free, mentally you were fighting off the thoughts of reaching out. You knew you should but it felt wrong especially now. Because even though you were out with if friend you couldn’t help but think “when i’m with someone else, it’s feeling like i’m cheating.”

The two of you danced for a while before you sat down. Your friend came over shortly after and asked how you’re feeling. However, you took that wrong and thought she meant with the break up so you spent thirty minutes rambling about how much you missed them and you never wanted to break up but it was a spur of the moment due to your emotions. Your friend listened and gave you advice, she didn’t want to beat you up more than your thoughts had so she listened silently after a while. You chuckled after realizing how ridiculous you sound after you did this, over a picture that never told the true story.

“i just might go off the deep end.

With how much you’ve been thinking about them, you start to believe this.

When i’ve had too much,

can’t shut me up.

When then liquor becomes too much you talk about them like they’re the number one priorities in your life right now besides God.

That’s when you start to creep in.”

When the liquor settles you know that’s when the thoughts of them will consume you.

The two of you go out to dance again before heading home. You cleaned up the best way your intoxicated self could and wallows in your thoughts. Thinking that “everyone is sick of all your reasons.” That night you could barely sleep. It didn’t feel like home and it wasn’t comfortable without the two people you’ve been cuddle up with the past three years. Meanwhile, Paieg and Azzi felt the same. Paige told Azzi how you hearted her reply but said nothing back which caused an ache in both of their hearts. However, they took that as a sign, they believed that you didn’t shut them out completely.

A week later things changed not for the better but it wasn’t the worst either. It’s been a full month without each other and you couldn’t help the pain of the new picture Paige and Azzi posted together snuggled up. You were sitting in the couch of the small apartment you found just thinking. You knew that they loved each other but it made your mind wander to that night. The one where you mean ruined that had better chemistry than you with Azzi and you with Paige. You knew not to think about them as much because you probably weren’t thought about in the same way. However, the thoughts that crossed the three of your minds “came and go like seasons.” Slow, steady and emotional. You were starting to forget how their bodies felt against yours but you remembered their voices. Just like you remember the bitter cold of winter but the sounds of summer fun. You slowly got up and started your day. You didn’t know what to do with having the day off and you no longer wanted to party. So you walked around town just pondering if the break up was ever that serious. You passed this little flower botique, on the corner of the block. As much as you wanted to go passed it your heart wouldn’t let you so you went in and bought two bouquets. Both having a mixture of red roses and white lilies. Roses for the sake of romance and the sake of lilies being your favorite so they couldn’t mistake who they were from. You don’t even know why you bought flowers but you needed closure is what you tell yourself. Before dropping them off at the old place, you wrote in one of the note cards “First i blame you, then I want you” and in the other “Fucking hate you, then I love you.” You grabbed a sticking note from your purse (you’re a sports media manager you always have them) to place on their door marked “I can’t help myself.”

You arrive at their place the space sounding quiet so you leave them outside their door. You quickly scurry off back to your place in hopes of not being seen. You undressed into something more comfier and sit down on the couch turning on reality tv and eating a fruit snack. You were into the reruns of “keeping up with the kardashians” as your phone went off with a notification. The notification read “azzifudd35 posted a new story.” You knew it was wrong of you to still have their post notifs on but you couldn’t help yourself. So you clicked on it and the flowers you had bought were posted with the song “Little Bit.” Your song. You knew it was towards you but you couldn’t grin knowing that you guys are like this in the first place. A few moments later, Paige texts you a “thanks <3,” you reply “yw <3” as if it was the easiest thing to do. Because at one point it was. You sigh turning off your phone. Heading to your room ready to call it day even though it was 7:30pm. You go to bed softly humming one of your favorite songs that was keeping you afloat you right now. It said the things that you couldn’t.

“When I have you, wanna leave you.

If you go that’s when, I need you.

I can’t help myself no.”

The next morning you awake bright and early around 8:30am. You check your door to see if there’s mail but see a bouquet instead. It was mixed with purple lilies, blue daisies and some other flowers that you couldn’t identify. You bring them inside and were puzzled because no one knew this address, well besides Paige and Azzi. This is because before you guys moved in together you kept a place just incase you guys wanted spaced or quiet time. You grin a little knowing it could be from them. You go to place them in a vase on your counter and a note slips out. It reads “You come in waves, every hour, every day little baby.” You smile like the world couldn’t steal it away and take a quick pick and post it. This time you put “🫶🏽🫶🏽” but nothing else. Shortly after the post your phone dings quickly after and it’s in the shared group chat of you, Paige and azzi on imessage. You didn’t block them, you never had the heart to.

my nonchalant baby 💗:

hope you like them, azzi wrote the note

my princess 🤍:

don’t expose me, you picked the flowers.

you:

let’s not bicker, i loved them! thanks.

You didn’t mean to sound dry but with them calling each other out, it reminded you of the dumb pranks they would pull and try to point fingers at each other. like one time when paige put flour over the door not knowing that your friend was coming too. Both girls pointed fingers not wanting to be caught in your wrath even though you were the smallest you attitude made up for it. You ponder on what they meant by “you come in waves.” You feel dumb to be thinking like this because “you keep going through the motions, but yall needed long again you should be numb to these emotions.” Before you can think any further your phone dings again.

my nonchalant baby 💗:

you’re welcome <3!

my princess 🤍:

We’re not lying though, you flood our memory just like an ocean.

You:

I can say the same thing.

my nonchalant baby 💗 and my princess 🤍: hearted “I can say the same thing.”

You:

I know this isn’t fair of me to say but I miss you guys.

Your phone rang shortly after and you picked up the FaceTime. It was awkward at first but you guys talked for hours. The day passes by in a blur and that night you go to sleep with a warm smile on your face. The days continued on like this, little gifts sat outside doors with stories posted until one night you guys got back from a date, well it was a symbol for restarting but to you it was a date. They let you come back with them and as the three of you lay in bed, small talk emerged. Paige whispered “I’m glad to have you back in my arms.” And Azzi didn’t help “You were our missing puzzle piece.” You couldn’t reply just smiled and said “Sleep was never the same without you guys.” They smile and the three of you snuggle together. That night “I love you” were muttered as if the hurt never happened.

When you awoke the nature of your relationship returned you being squished between the taller girls, shared quiet kisses in the morning and getting ready together like it was second nature. The weeks went on the three of you hanging out more frequently, stories posted. One night when you went to bed at theirs again, (well all of yours because they wouldn’t let you call it theirs because it was the home you always had for the past three years). they posted a picture of you snuggled between them on both of their accounts. Knowing one thing that they wouldn’t let you feel like a secret ever again. And the only thing that you known was that their love came in WAVES, some soft, some heavy, but all of them being waves of love.

And just like that, when one picture tore you apart another one bought you guys closer together than before.

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authors note: see what i did there :) all the lyrics are in red to the song “Waves.” This story is NOT proofread so please forgive me.

[liloshits]

The Three Words

Where you go, I go

Chapter 1

Word count: 1.8K

As Dani hears him openly flirting with her, she has the most unexpected reaction, surprising herself even: laughing, out loud, making some people around them stare at the situation and Mr. Wolff blush just like he’s a teenager once again. 

“I’m sorry Mr. Wolff, I didn’t mean to laugh, if I’m honest you caught me off-guard as I never imagined a man in finance being so flirty. Most of you are a bit out of touch - no offense, you clearly got game - so if you allow me, can I have a normal reaction?” Dani says while still catching her breath.

Wolff laughs softly “I’m the one who should be apologizing, it was out of nowhere really, guess you had such an impact on me that I lost my mind” he says upping his game even more “so yeah, if you could have a better reaction… my ego would appreciate it very much” 

“I like you already, you’re not scared of pretty girls” Dani grins at him, making him blush again and as she notices she teases him “ok, maybe you’re only a bit scared then. You’re lucky I’m gonna spare you today with my flirty game so I’m not gonna tell you that: if you lost your mind just by looking at my eyes, I’ll have to pray for your soul if you ever get too close to me” Dani smiles, knowing exactly what she has done, as Mr.Wolff is currently looking like he just seen a ghost, choking on his water, startled and unable to say anything else. But can you blame a girl who will never see this man again? She can have a bit of fun! Of course, they technically live in the same city but another 1.5 million people also live in Vienna, what are the chances of ever meeting up again? And, in her defence: he was the one who started it! “It was a pleasure meeting you Mr. Wolff!” Dani says softly, as she walks away from him.

“The pleasure is all mine” Wolff says under his breath, completely flushed and disoriented after being hit by this truck that he didn’t even see coming. Now he’s definitely interested in her, not even romantically, he thinks, but it’s hard getting over someone so beautiful, confident and unique. And he can’t help but hate himself for not knowing more about her, he only knows her name, coffee order, her major and that she moved to his city. He’s not a religious man but from this day on he’ll certainly start praying so any God puts this woman back in front of him one more time. 

Walking outside of the coffee room, Dani sees Elina and rushes towards her. “Hey Eli! Wait…” she says as her friend turns to see her, needless to say Elina frowns at the way Dani looks… off. The last time they saw each other Dani was almost falling asleep right in the middle of the room, now she’s awake and lively in a way that coffee doesn’t make you feel. 

“Oh God, what have you been up to Dani?” Elina asks, raising an eyebrow to her “Me? Nothing… nothing serious at least, maybe just a bit of flirting with the only cute man present in this forum, nothing harmful though. I didn’t get anyone’s number or anything, just decided to have a bit of fun so I can cheer up a bit” Dani explains quickly, not making a big deal of it. 

“Oh, so you found the only good looking man here and decided to flirt your ass off and *NOT* get his number? You used to be smarter D!” Elina replies laughing as they walk through the crowds, trying to get to the auditorium where their favorite professor and mentor, Mrs. Miller will soon be participating in a talk. 

“Well Eli, I didn’t get his number because he’s at least 10 years older than me, and honestly, after ending an engagement I don’t think I’m requiring an older man! Even if he’s more mature and serious, because right now I can’t really deal with human beings from the male gender in general. Anyway, he’s Austrian and you’d say he’s hot, because he is! Imagine: tall, messy hair, nice smile and broad shoulders.” Dani makes her point while already giving Eli more information, as she knows she won’t let go until she has the details.

“Wait! Too much new information Daniela. So you flirted with an Austrian sugar daddy, fyi he could be one of my cousins…” Elina says shocked. “Eli, he’s not one of your cousins, I’ve met them all and you know that none of them can be described like I described the guy” Dani explains “And he’s not a sugar daddy… I think… I mean, he’s certainly rich as he’s a successful venture capitalist. He’s older but not enough to be classified as a sugar daddy. If I’m not mistaken he said during the panel that he’s 32…” Dani is abruptly interrupted by Elina.

“Girl, you telling me you flirted with one of the Forum’s participants??? You’re a dangerous woman… and you said he’s Austrian? There’s only ONE Austrian man participating in panels here!” Elina says a bit exasperated, while getting the Forum’s schedule from her purse, frantically searching for a name and as Dani watches it unfold she starts to realize that maybe flirting with a random guy in a professional place wasn’t her brightest idea.

“Found it! Wolff isn’t it? Christian Wolff… don’t know him personally but let me tell you, the business/ financial side of Vienna is tiny! So if you flirted thinking you’d never see him again you’re very mistaken! Bless your soul Daniela. I can’t leave you unattended for 45 minutes if you’re going to flirt with a divorced man, father of two in  a heartbeat…” This time who gets exasperated is Dani, as she can feel her face blushing and her heart rushing.

“Divorced? Father of two? I thought he’d be one of those guys who don’t want anything serious and that’s why they’re single in their 30’s! You know those bachelors that have women throwing themselves at them because they’re the whole package? Handsome, rich, intelligent and charismatic” Dani whisper-screams as they sit in the auditorium. “Well girl, congrats, maybe soon enough you’ll be a loving step-mother, if everything goes smoothly!” Elina says laughing at Dani’s reaction. 

After Mrs. Miller’s panel, they both go back to their hotel. Actually, Dani’s hotel, as Elina is staying with a group of friends she made when she became extremely catholic as a teenager? Nowadays none of them remain in church apparently, Daniela is not entirely sure as Dani tries to get to know Elina little by little, because it’s always the craziest side plots ever, so she takes it step by step so she doesn’t miss anything.

It turns out that they’ve been invited to go to dinner tonight. It’ll be in a restaurant in the financial district, Elina says she won’t go because it’ll be fancy and she doesn’t even own clothes to be in such an environment. Dani asked Mrs.Miller, who’s the one who invited them, and she told them that it’s not going to be fancy, just something for friends and a tiny bit of networking (as is everything in the business world).

“Absolutely not Dani” Elina says pacing around the room “besides, me and the altar boys (Dani remembers that that’s how Eli refers to her ex-teen-catholic group) will be going to church tonight. Sebastian is now a deacon and we want to celebrate him!”

With that, Dani’s only choice is to go to Mrs.Miller’s dinner, what else will she do? Since her accident she hasn’t been the most religious person. Lewis is away racing in Formula 3 Euro series, Nico is in Germany spending a few days off, her brother is in Barcelona and none of her Oxford friends made the trip to London this time around. At least if she goes to dinner, she’ll be able to eat something good and she’ll get a few drinks.  

Arriving at dinner, she’s welcomed by Mrs. Miller. Turns out Dani got a bit late while she was getting ready - which means she was on time for Brazilian party time - but late enough to be one of the last ones to arrive at a British dinner, so there are only two places available on the table. 

As she walks to her seat, Mr. Miller quickly introduces her to the rest of the table “Everyone please welcome Daniela Salles, but you can call her only Dani! She’s one of my brightest students, I taught her in Oxford already and now she’s with me in Vienna. I used to say that I didn’t understand how someone could have such, a business acumen, be so sharp, be so visionary - until I noticed her last name - so yes, before anyone bothers her with questions: she’s from the Salles family, the owners of Iby, so if any of you are willing to make business with her family’s institutions, tonight is not the night because we’re all here to relax!” Mrs.Miller smiles softly at her, as she can see how people’s reaction to her changed. 

At first people barely looked at her, probably thinking to themselves “oh another of Miller’s pupils”, now she can sense them reaching into their pockets so they can give her their business cards. 

As the people around her start to engage in small conversations with her, she sees *him* walking through the door a bit rushed, and she just knows someone shorter would suffer to keep up with his strides,  his smile is sweet as he looks apologetic to Mrs. Miller, opening his arms to hug her. 

Dani instantly looks at the empty chair beside her KNOWING she’ll have to spend the night sitting right beside the man she flirted with in the morning. The divorced, father of two, man she flirted with! She can only curse herself because obviously she’d end up in such situation, the universe hates her sometimes. 

“Toto! Always late huh? Some would think those long legs of yours would mean you’d get to places quicker…” She snaps out of her thoughts as she hears someone at the other end of the table saying this while laughing. And Christian Wolff apparently is also known as Toto, as he acknowledges the person crossing the room to pull the other guy into a quick hug? Well, at least he’ll be seated right beside her so she’ll have plenty of time to ask him anything she wants.

That’s when his eyes land on her and for a quick second she can see his smile faltering, but that passes as he rapidly smiles even brighter, staring directly at her while he says hi to the entire table and when he reaches his chair he can only say “It seems like we meet again Ms. Salles! Something in my gut told me not to miss this dinner tonight.” He winks at her, his eyes still on her, clearly amused that his prayers worked and she’s in front of him once again. 

[stormy-nights-are-best]

I like the AU where Webby stays with them too instead of forgiving Beakley :))

AU where May and June didn't join the McDuck clan, instead, they reformed FOWL looking for vengeance against Scrooge for the death of Heron.

The Evil Clone Twins AU.

[thistlerock]

The Bad Kids Are Funny because they're all fairly violent and get really aggro really quickly (hey that's what you get for making a highly competent adventuring party a bunch of teenagers who don't go to therapy) but then Riz is somehow just two steps above everyone else and they barely acknowledge it. Fury of the Ball is the most wonderful thing.

The "face" of their party around school would probably be like Fig or Fabian, maybe Gorgug. Wow they're so strong aha. Hey who do you think is the most brutal, probably the half-orc barbarian who seems to mostly repress his rage until it's time to throw down right? Right?? No it's the little guy in the corner. Yeah, the one who just hid in the shadows and now you can't see him anymore. Yeah, he shot a pixie's fingers off one by one to get information, yeah, he ate a live dragon, yeah, he offered to tear someone's eye out for his best friend, yeah, he said the words "make sure his head is cut off so he can't be revivified" about another student. Yeah, he's a fucking goblin and so unapologetic about it at this point.

I always imagine his "fury" (which is a goblin trait which implies Sklonda has it too btw, never forget) being like oughhh pupils blown so wide, hair standing up, hissing claws out, kill maim stab. Just for a few seconds. You can elect to use it after hitting, I imagine him sinking his sword into a big meaty enemy and going "hm wow this guy's pretty tough. I need him dead though. Needs to die." and he twists the blade puts his whole weight in it and just drags it down no matter what's in the way. It HAS to be so gross and brutal every time and his friends are just like oh there he goes, the Ball cleaning up again.

Especially fun with the Kipperlilly thing. Oh two rogues fighting without sneak attack, that's gotta be a slow careful battle where they chip away at each other. Oh she does like seven damage rushing past him, oh he's gonna do the same wait never mind he uses his fury he stabbed her SO badly. No rogue finesse no show about it just the intent to kill. Kid with traumatic past does in fact end up fucked and it isn't actually fun or quirky or interesting, who would have thought. Shoutout to hold person over the lava that goes disgustingly hard and is also so gruesome, imagine being paralysed and watching yourself fall into a pit that will burn you alive.

The thing with classic rogues is that you're "dead before you know you're being attacked" and it's "quick and easy and possibly painless" but if Riz kills you it's gonna hurt. You're gonna know and it's gonna hurt but hey high chance you don't get to do anything about it still. Phenomenal character.

[buckyalpine]

18+ Minors dni. Buckys innocent neighbor who bakes him cookies and muffins just cause. The girl next door who has the coziest apartment he's ever been in. Shelves filled with books along with plenty of comfy blankets decorating the couches. Bucky has his own place right across but home is with her (even if she doesn't know it yet).

She's the type of girl he's going to take his time with, asking her out on a date, just coffee and a walk in the park. Nothing more than a kiss on her cheek at the end of the night. Another date. Dinner. Another kiss to her other cheek. He wouldn't dare rush anything, especially not someone as soft and sweet as her.

He feels like such a dirty little pervert when he thinks about her afterwards when he's alone in bed, all the blood in his body rushing south, and fuck he's so hard. He tries to ignore it, he didn't want to do something so debauched by thinking of her like that, he even tries to think about his grocery list, laundry, he'd probably wash his arm later, it would probably be fine in the dishwasher-

Nothing worked.

He groans, shuffling and kicking his sweats off, hissing when his hand goes down to tug at his aching cock, relief flooding his veins at the sensation. He lets his mind wander to how adorable she'd be, the way he'd take her apart in the most gentle way. Lay her against the pillows while he holds those soft thighs apart, giving her the most feather light suckles on that perfect clit, basking in all the sounds she'd make. He strokes himself faster thinking about the way he'd get her ready to take all of him. How he'd make it so good for her-shit he was going to blow-maybe if he was lucky, one day she'd let him put his cock in her mou-

"Fuck!!" Bucky threw his head back, spurts of cum shooting from his sensitive head, his post orgasm haze leaving him feeling like a filthy old man. She were here making him baked treats and he was jerking his dick off like a sick fuck.

Then the night finally comes. Bucky is ready to cuddle and nothing else but he's thrown off because never in his wildest fantasies did he expect this.

She is the girl who sends him reeling the first time he takes her clothes off one by one revealing dark ink on her back and hips. He has to suppress a growl, his eyes growing wide at the scantily clad lace that covers her body.

"Like what you see, Sergeant?" she practically purrs in his ear while he lets his han ghost over her bare skin, his chest heaving when his eyes fall to her perfect breasts, hints of silver peeking from under her lingerie, there was no way-

"Can I?" He asks breathlessly, his hand reaching behind to unclasp the bra, those pretty pierced nipples begging to be sucked.

Bucky who turns into a fucking menace, his entire world flipping upside down when she grinds down on his crotch not hiding exactly what she needs from him. He doesn't even have the ability to hide how feral he is, letting all his inhibitions slip.

-

"My little bunny's a slut, fuck, c'mere" He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder, hauling you over to his bedroom like an untamed beast, tossing you onto his bed with no remorse. You're in nothing but your panties which he rips right off, your thighs squeezing together at the way he stalks over to you, his hungry eyes raking up and down your body without an ounce of shame. He tugs his sweats down to reveal his leaky cock, stroking it at the edge of his bed after tossing his shirt off.

"See this baby? Been fuckin' stroking and touching myself like a fuckin' teenager because of you-" He throws off his pants before climbing onto the bed and kneeling between your thighs, spreading them apart with his knees, "-and you've been here lookin' like God damn sin under those cute little sweaters"

He flicks his cockhead against your clit, humming at the clear beads of his arousal that drip onto your cunt.

"Fuck James, need more, pl-"

"Nuh uh, what was that you called me earlier, sweets?" He lets out a dark chuckle, the veins in his cock throbbing as he tightly holds the base, waiting to hear it again.

"Sergeant" you whine with mischief in your eyes and Bucky is a goner. He'll taste you later and most definitely feed you his cock another day but right now he wants to be nowhere else other than your pussy. He wants to watch you take every bit of him, rolling over to lay on his back while you straddle him, his length slotted against your cunt. He holds it up for you with a cocky look on his face, moaning when his tip breeches your tight pussy, your walls gripping his swollen, pink head.

"That's just the tip baby, c'mon, sit on it, wanna put all of my dick in you, that's it, good girl-shittt"

"Oh fuccckk,s'big" You moan feeling the stretch as you sink all the way down, panting and staying still while you adjust to his size.

"That's it bunny, that's it, ride me, ride your Sergeant" He grabs you by the hips, guiding you to grind down on him, making you feel his entire cock in your stomach. "You're a slut for big dick aren't you baby, acting all cute and shy when all you really wanted was the winter soldier's cock"

Bucky wasn't even sure where all the filth spewing from his mouth was even coming from but he couldn't stop.

"S'that it bunny? Say it baby, tell me how much you wanted my fat cock in you"

"Wanted it! F-cuk Sergeant, wanted your cock s-o-so bad!!"

"Fuck yes!!" His feet plant to meet your bounces, his hips thrusting up, slamming his entire length into you. "M'close, fuck bunny, gonna cum already, I can't hold it-

He doesn't have time to be embarrassed. You feel to good. He rubs your clit needing you to cum all over him so he can let go.

"Please, cum all over Sergeants cock baby, give it to me, be a good girl n'cum, c'mon, cum on my dick, yes, oh fuck yes I can feel it-milk it, shit touch my balls-"

You nearly collapse as your orgasm starts to wash over you, his sponge head hitting the most sensitive parts against your walls while he toys with your clit. His voice is muffled as you start to feel waves of pleasure consume you but you head just enough to reach behind, rubbing his heavy, so full of cum ba-

"FUUUCCCCKKK" He grabs you and wraps his arms around your body while he relentlessly thrusts up, biting down on your shoulder while he lets out the sluttiest, loudest moan with 0 remorse. It feels too good and he's sure the neighbors can hear but honestly, everyone should know how amazing it feels.

-

"I got you pretty baby" Bucky coos as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, a shiver running through you while you float in bliss. Bucky pulls the covers up, deciding to cuddle up with you for a bit before running a shower, his previous demeanor replaced with the far less debauched version of him.

Anyway, just an idea. Also, it's past my bedtime.

[darlingsblackbook]

Zayne x CrushingNurse!Reader | Part Four

When the joke stops being funny ( time for angst muahaha )

Part One • Part Two • Part Three

Love and Deepspace Masterlist

I | It started when you dropped a pen after Zayne passed by, and one of the nurses whispered loud enough for others to hear, “Careful, she might faint. He breathed near her.” You were shocked, still you laughed with them. That was the first time you didn’t meet Zayne’s eyes all day.

II | You used to prep his morning coffee without being asked. One day, a colleague asked, “Are you trying to date him or adopt him?”

You did not know how to answer her, you could only watch her walk away as she chuckled to herself. You could feel the warmth spread up to your cheeks, embarassment running through every single vein in your body- you threw the coffe you prepared down the sink, both yours and His. Later on, Zayne passed by the desk you were standing at and asked, “Are the coffee machines broken?”

You bit your lip as a pang of guilt - and embarassment again - hit you right in your chest. "No, they are not broken." You answered and looked back at your screen right after, quietly dismissing him. He stood there for a moment, you could feel his eyes inspecting you and you did your best to keep a poker face- after a few seconds he quietly walked away.

III | You started sitting at the far end of the table during meetings. Zayne glanced toward your usual spot. When his eyes passed over you, you looked down. He did not say a word about it, but the way his tone turned clipped for the rest of the briefing? He did not have to.

IV | A group of nurses giggled when you rushed into the OR after being called by Zayne. One said, “She gets summoned and sprints like she’s about to get proposed to.” You tried to laugh. It cracked in the middle. You were used to these comments coming from Mc- but you had built somewhat a friendship with her, these were just your collegues. Collegues whom you definately did not have the kind of bond with to be making such jokes. But, it's fine. They were just joking, they did not meet any harm.

V | You stopped wearing the pretty clip you used to use for your hair. The one Zayne had gotten for you as a birthday present. You had been shocked, but so excited when he congratulated you and had worn the golden hairclip ever since. Until a nurse asked you, "Do you wear it because your hair actually gets in the way or just because a certain doctor gifted it to you?"

VI | Zayne asked you a question and you stuttered again - usually you just laugh it off and Zayne raises and eyebrow. This time, you saw the same nurses that had been dropping comments about you chuckle as they looked your way. You just apologized and walked off mid-sentence. He stared after you for a beat too long, lips slightly parted like he might call out. He didn't.

VII | One of the new nurses caught you staring at Zayne across the hallway and whispered, “Dream smaller.” What? It wasn’t loud. But loud enough for the people nearby to chuckle. You chuckled with them, even though the knife that had been stuck in your chest these past weeks twisted even further.

VIII | Zayne corrected a minor error in your notes. Usually, you’d flush and nod and promise to fix it. This time, you just said, “Yes, Doctor,” and turned away before he could say more. He watched you walk off with something tight behind his eyes.

IX | The nurse’s break room got suspiciously quiet when you walked in. A moment later, someone said, “Wonder how she even got placed on his team. Must’ve blushed her way in.” You stood frozen. No one said anything, they just laughed as if your weren't standing right there, just making a cup of coffee. It felt like all the breath had been knocked out of your chest, because even though she worded it carefully as she did, you knew exactly what she implied.

X | You stopped speaking in group briefings unless directly addressed. Once, you did answer a question, and someone coughed “Pet” into their elbow. Zayne raised his head at the sound, you could see him question himself whether he really heard that right or not. He glanced at you. You didn’t meet his gaze.

XI | MC came to Zayne for a check up and found you pecking at your lunch alone at the desk instead of with the others in the breakroom. She walked around the desk and sat beside you at the empty chair. You tried to act fine. She didn’t comment on the cold sandwich or your red eyes. She just said, “Want me to punch anyone?” You shook your head. She muttered, “Coward,” and stayed with you anyway.

XII | Zayne asked for assistance with a patient and you hesitated before agreeing. He tilted his head slightly. “You always volunteer.” You shrugged. “I just thought maybe someone more… competent could”

"You are one of the most if not the most competent nurses here." He replied, then kept an eye on you. Waiting for the way your eyes would widen and shine at the compliment - as you usually would. And you wanted to, but you already feeling the side eye your collegue next you shot you- you kept your head down. Still, you helped him out. His jaw was tight the entire appointment.

XIII | MC watched you fumble and apologize for a mistake that wasn’t yours as she was seated in the waiting room. When you left, a nurse said, “She’s scared he’ll stop liking her if she breathes wrong.” MC raised a brow and said, “Funny she is the one scared when she has the least reason to be." Silence.

XIV | You dropped your ID badge and someone said, “Pick it up, maybe he'll see something that'll actually catch his attention” You laughed. Later, when Zayne said your name, you had to push back tears at his voice. He noticed.

XV | You once brushed past him in the hallway and he turned slightly, as if expecting a nod or greeting. You didn’t say anything. Didn’t even slow your pace.

XVI | Zayne began checking over your work more than usual. Not criticizing—just… looking. Quietly. One day he said, “Your....way of leaving notes to me have changed.” You said, “I’m just trying to be more professional.” He looked like he wanted to ask something. He didn’t.

XVII | You tried to smile at him when handing over a chart, but it came out wrong—tight, strained. He took the clipboard and said nothing. But he was still holding it when you walked away, not flipping the page.

XVIII | Zayne told a mildly sarcastic joke during rounds- keeping an eye out for your reaction expecting your usual nervous giggle.. The group laughed. You didn’t.

XIX | Mc showed up again, something told you it had nothing to do with a check up or another reason she had to see Zayne for- maybe you were delusional, but you thought maybe she came to check up one you. No one had in a long time. “You know he’s not blind, right?” You smiled, “I think he might be.”

XX | One evening, Zayne passed by and paused near your desk. You didn’t look up. He said, “You’ve been different lately.” You kept typing. “Just focusing on work.” He didn’t move. “…Did someone say something to you?”

Silence.

"No." You responded simply, quietly- but somehow that single word felt like a cry, a shout- as if you were banging on a invisible glass cage you were trapped in.

He walked away but as he lay in bed that night he could not stop thinking about it.

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[rafesangelita]

♡ “have you ever tried this one?” in which kook!sweetheart!reader convinces rafe to take her to go see one of her favorite artists, and as a ‘thank you’ she and rafe have to do whatever position sabrina demo’s for her song “juno”..

warnings: fluff, unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, breeding kink (?)

a/n: so sad because i didn’t get to see sabrina on tour, and she has had me in the meanest chokehold lately :( click this link to see what position i’m referring to <3

when the dates dropped for sabrina’s ‘short n’ sweet’ tour, rafe wasted no time in buying you two tickets. of course, you didn’t know this and begged him for weeks until he finally told you yes, your flight and hotel room already booked for a nice little weekend getaway. rafe helped you make your concert outfit, both of you spending hours on the whole ensemble. the end result was absolutely stunning and rafe couldn’t stop taking pictures of you.

he posted one on the night of the concert, captioning it ‘my little popstar princess <3’ and you two were off to the stadium. while you knew wearing sparkly white platform boots wouldn’t be the best choice to walk in, you stuck it through, and as soon as the lights dimmed and the music started, any kind of discomfort you felt had melted away as you were far too distracted singing along to every song that boomed through the venue.

babydoll lingerie top with pink fluffy trim, dedazzled stockings, glittery makeup, your hair freshly done, rafe swore you never looked prettier. even though he was against wearing anything that sparkled, he decided to wear a plain pink t-shirt to match with you in his own little way. he kept his arms wrapped around your waist as you two sung, having learned the lyrics to every song since you insisted on being in charge of the aux cord whenever you two were in his truck.

eventually, you two were swaying softly, rafe’s chin resting in the curve of your neck as you stroked the skin of his arm. “thank you for bringing me here.” you smiled up at him, connecting your lips as the intro to ‘juno’ started playing. rafe hummed, leaning down so you could hear him. “you know i had to bring you, baby.. what do you say you thank me another way when we get back to our room?” your cheeks heated as you laughed softly.

“yeah, i’d like that,” you pecked his cheek, “how about we do the position she does for the song?” rafe smiled, both of you fixing your attention on the stage. you waited with anticipation, your heart beating in your ears when she bent over and touched her toes. rafe cheered, making you laugh as he couldn’t wait to get you back to the hotel. luckily for him, there was only a few more songs left before the show ended and the two of you rushed out of there.

it wasn’t long after you two walked through the door that rafe had your boots thrown in a forgotten corner, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips as he took you roughly from behind. you struggled to keep your hands placed on your perfectly pedicured toes, your knees threatening to give out from under you while rafe thrusted into you at an unforgiving pace. “holy fuck, you’re taking it so fuckin’ good, gorgeous, ‘might just let you get off your tippy toes and put you on your back instead.”

you cried out, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as his pelvis smacked against the back of your ass. “can’t, rafe!” you shrieked, nearly doubling over before your boyfriend reached down and grabbed your arms, holding you by your wrists as you hung helplessly from his grip. he was fucking you stupid, and your lack of thoughts was proof of it. you couldn’t think, the feeling of rafe’s cock stroking that soft gummy spot inside of you made you whimper pathetically.

finally, you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, your knees meeting the carpeted floor. rafe picked you up, cursing under his breath as he encouraged you to get back in position. “promise i’ll have you in bed soon, pretty, you could hold out for me, yeah?” you shuddered, looking at him from behind your shoulder with that fucked-out gaze he loved so much. you had tears in your eyes, your body glitter still sparkling under the soft lighting.

giving him a little nod, you reached down once again, holding onto your ankles for dear life as rafe circled an arm under your hips, holding you up as his fingers started working on your clit. “oh!” you were in hysterics, your blood rushing to your head as he landed a harsh smack to your backside. “come on, baby, ‘wanna feel this pussy squeeze around me.” you moaned at his words, your orgasm just in arm’s reach as rafe’s thrusts grew uncalculated. “rafe?” you could barely speak, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment.

“talk to me.” he groaned, teetering the edge of pure euphoria. “make me juno?” you giggled for a split second, the insinuation only turning rafe on even more. “fuck, yeah? ‘want me to fill you up, give you a baby?” you let out a distorted “mhmm!’, the two of you gasping when your highs took you both to cloud nine. rafe pulled you back up, your chest rising and falling while your legs shook with your orgasm. pressing wet kisses to your neck, rafe did exactly as he said, his hips stuttering as hot, thick ropes of cum painted your velvety walls.

you two stayed like this, pressed against one another until your breathing slowed, the aftershocks subsiding before rafe laid you both down in bed. “we should have a ‘short n’ sweet’ themed baby shower.. we could serve espressos.” rafe laughed, draping an arm over your tummy. “we’ll see.” he hummed. your eyes fluttered shut as you breathed him in, his cologne still heavy on his skin. “you know what we should try when we get back home?” rafe traced shapes into your side, mumbling a ‘what’s that?’

“pink fuzzy handcuffs.”