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Birdie - Satoru Gojo | Chapter 13

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summary: While everyone adored him, you stood apart in your feelings. It wouldn't be accurate to say you hated him, as “hate” was a strong word, rather, you harbored a profound dislike towards him. The problem was he knew that and his irritating presence seemed to persistently cling to you whenever he crossed your paths.

Now, you found yourself paired with him for your semester project, and the thought made you wish to hurl yourself out of the third-floor window. Three months of working alongside him loomed ahead. Adding to the discomfort, you were currently under the scrutiny of hundreds of eyes, each gaze feeling like a murder attempt. It seemed everyone coveted the opportunity to collaborate with Gojo Satoru, except for you.

ac: _3aem

tags: modern au, college au, fem!reader, academic rivals, he fell first, fluff, old money Gojo Satoru, abusive parents, slight slow burn, Satoru is a softy, secondary couple (Geto Suguru x oc), a bit of angst, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, Gojo plays basketball, Gojo needs a hug

notes: I wrote down all the events that I want Birdie to have and the fic might end up being 35-40 chapters long. At first I really thought it was going to be just 20 but as I kept writing chapters, more ideas came and we still have a lot unresolved things, so definitely Birdie will take a bit longer. But thank you to everyone who always comments here or ao3, y’all really make me want to keep writing, but also those who leave likes they also help and make me really happy. Also we are over 400 followers what? 😭 thank you so much ❤️

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“In love?” You questioned still resting your head on her legs.

Kyoto nodded with a smile. “Yes. The way you talked about him, it’s not a simple crush, you realize that right?” She asked.

Did you? Your heart accelerated in your chest, what you felt for Satoru was not a crush or that you simply liked him, were you in love with him? You sat on the bed, feeling a little dizzy from the sudden movement. And you took a deep breath.

“I need to talk with him and apologize for my reaction.” You tried to grab your phone but Kyoko took it from you.

“The fact that you’re in love with him, doesn’t mean what he did was right.” You nodded. “So don’t apologize for reacting the way you did, you were hurt and that’s okay. What you both need to do is talk things out and leave your boundaries cleare, that way things can work out.”

“Oh god Kyoko.” You throw yourself at her. “I have never been in love or even in a serious relationship, this is scary.”

She stroked your hair gently. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you will know what to do. But remember, don't apologize, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You slightly laughed. “And tell him, that if I find you once again crying I will kill him.”

“My best protector.” You hugged her.

“You know I am.” She hugged you back. “You were there for me when I was at my lowest and I also want to be always with you and take care of you, because you are my best friend.”

You felt your tears falling down your cheeks. There were not enough words to describe what Kyoko was to you and what it had meant to you that she came into your life. You have changed a lot since you met her and your world has also changed thanks to her. It really was one of the few good things you'd had for a long time, but now, that world of good things was slowly opening up and you just hoped it would keep opening up even more.

You felt your eyes closing little by little and how sleep subtly enveloped you, while you were still hugging Kyoko.

That night you dreamed. You were able to immerse yourself in a clear world, so much so that you could feel it as real. In this landscape, you found yourself on the shores of a calm lake, whose surface shone under the soft caress of the sunlight. A familiar warmth hugged you, it was the comforting embrace of your mother's smile, a beacon of love and security, that you had long lost. And in the midst of this environment, your attention was focused on a figure kneeling near you, holding with tender care a wounded bird in their hands. The scene unfolded with such clarity and emotion that it seemed more than just a dream, as if it were a memory that your mind had wanted to eliminate from your head.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, you woke up. Doubt lingered in your mind, questioning the difference between reality and a dream. Was it really a product of the dreams or a forgotten fragment of your mind? Although the images in the dream had felt real, you had not been able to see that other person's face clearly. But what was that feeling of anguish that had settled in your chest? Why did you feel so extremely agitated?

“You up?” You heard Kyoko’s sleepy voice talking, she was stretching herself next to you.

“Yeah…” You smiled softly at her. “Thanks.” You whispered.

“Don’t say it.” She sat next to you. “I’m always here for you.” She gave you a small squish in the hand.

You nodded. “And I’m always here for you too.” You carefully rose from the comfort of your bed, feeling the stiffness in your muscles dissipate as you stretched your back. "I should start getting ready, I have class at 10." You commented.

Kyoko curled up under the covers and made a moan of reluctance. "Ugh, I just want to stay home all day." She wailed, burying her face in the pillows. “How about we skip class today?”

But you shook your head resolutely, dismissing the idea. "I have to go. I want to talk to Satoru, and if I don't show up, he might get the wrong idea. Communication is key if we want this relationship to work."

A soft smile appeared on Kyoko's lips as she looked at you in admiration. "I'm proud of you." She murmured, her voice filled with affection. “Let's go have breakfast.” With a sudden burst of energy, she jumped out of bed and took your hand, leading you into the kitchen to start the day with a shared meal.

While Kyoko busied herself preparing breakfast, you grabbed your cell phone and checked your latest notifications. There were no messages from Satoru and you understood that he was giving you the space and time you had requested. You felt grateful for his understanding.

Opening his chat, you took a look at the name you had assigned him and couldn't help but smile at how your relationship had taken a 180 degree turn in such a short time. You didn't want to lose what had just started by simply avoiding a small conversation that could clarify everything.

You to Satoru ✨

Can we talk before class today?

Placing your phone on the table, you welcomed the breakfast Kyoko had prepared for the both of you, feeling a mix of anticipation and nerves at the prospect of the impending conversation with Satoru.

Kyoko, noticing the thoughtful expression on your face, asked softly. "Is everything okay?"

You nodded, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I was just thinking about talking to Satoru before class."

"Oh I see." Kyoko's eyes shone with understanding. "I'm sure everything will be fine."

You nodded again, appreciating Kyoko's supportive words. With every bite of breakfast, you found yourself mentally preparing for the conversation that awaited you. The need for clarity and openness with Satoru felt more pressing than ever.

After finishing breakfast, you organized the dishes together with Kyoko. Turning your head you noticed how the screen of your phone lit up. You nervously picked it up and checked what it was.

Satoru ✨

Alright, if you want I can pick you up.

You bite your thumb, hesitant about what to do, but finally decided to follow what your heart told you.

You to Satoru ✨

Sure, I still need to get ready but see you in 40 minutes?

Satoru ✨

Sure see you

With your heart pinching in your chest you locked the phone and walked back to the room. You leaned against your door and sighed deeply, trying to calm your agitated heart.

You wanted Satoru to get there as soon as possible, you wanted to see him and clarify everything. Your heart was shaking hard thinking about Kyoko's words. It wasn't a simple crush, you were fucking in love with Satoru Gojo and that overwhelmed you in too many ways.

First of all, the idea terrified you, the stories you knew about love never had a happy ending. Your father abandoned your mother when she was pregnant after swearing eternal love, your grandmother was also abandoned by your grandfather after he found another family.

You didn't want to have to suffer that abandonment yourself, you had already been alone too many times, you had lost too many people you loved. You didn't want Satoru to take your heart and somehow break it.

But on the other hand, it was exciting and it filled your heart with complete warmth. And was able to put a smile on your face.

Feeling the weight of fatigue pressing down on your limbs, you backed away from the door and headed towards your closet. As you moved around the room, the warmth of Tokyo spring filtered through the windows. Jackets and long pants gradually were becoming unnecessary as the temperature was starting to rise.

Looking at your reflection in the mirror, a thought crossed your mind, a memory of the time you wore Kyoko's dress and how Satoru had noticed despite your limited interactions. It was a small, seemingly insignificant moment, but it remained in your memory as a testament to Satoru's care. Smiling at the memory, you finished getting ready and waited for Satoru's call to light up your cell phone, now with a black screen.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, your heart raced with anticipation and nerves tightened in your chest. Time seemed to stretch on endlessly until the familiar melody of his phone's ringtone broke the silence, lighting up the room with Satoru's name displayed on the screen: "Satoru ✨.”

“Satoru…” You greeted, your voice betraying a hint of nerves.

"Birdie..." His normally calm and confident voice wavered slightly. "I'm outside. If you're not ready, I can..."

"No." You interrupted. "I am. I'll be there in ten seconds."

"Alright." He murmured softly, the tension was palpable even through the phone.

With a quick exhale, you ended the call and got out of bed, a rush of adrenaline spurring you to get moving. Grabbing your bag, you briefly said goodbye to Kyoko before stepping out into the sunlight. As you walked out the door, your eyes met Satoru's figure leaning casually against his sleek black car, his signature dark sunglasses hiding his gaze.

With each step towards Satoru, something tightened in your chest, making it difficult to swallow the saliva that was building up in your mouth. When he heard your footsteps, Satoru looked up, and at that moment, your eyes met his.

A surge of electricity seemed to run through your entire being as his piercing blue eyes, the ones you loved so much, met yours. It was as if time slowed down, the world around you fading into insignificance as you drowned in the intensity of that shared gaze.

In that fleeting moment, everything else faded away: the sounds of the bustling city, the warmth of the sun on your skin, leaving you alone with Satoru.

When his eyes held yours, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, as if his gaze alone had the power to anchor you in the tumultuous sea of emotions swirling inside you.

“Hey.” He greeted you softly.

“Hi…” You tried to greet him in the same softly way, but somehow your voice came out shaky.

For a moment, silence enveloped them both, interrupted only by the sound of the city of Tokyo getting into motion that spring morning.

Breaking the silence, Satoru pointed towards his car with a subtle nod. "We should …?"

Nodding, you got into the familiar car. As I sat in the car next to him, the engine whirred to life. You pressed your hands against your knees and let out the air accumulated in your lungs.

“Satoru…” You began but your voice was left hanging in the air when Satoru talked.

“I’m sorry…” He began, you saw how he held the wheel stronger than before. “I’m really sorry and I don’t know how to begin this. And I don’t want to make excuses because what I did was unacceptable, I crossed some boundaries that I shouldn’t have crossed and all because I thought I was doing it to help you but the truth is that I only hurt you and invaded your personal space.” He took a small break. “I would understand if you don’t want to talk or even see me again, I’m an asshole and I fucked up badly.”

The car fell silent, his eyes were fixed on the road and yours on his face. “Can you pull over?” You said.

Satoru simply nodded and in silence he pulled over, parking the car in a free space. His eyes were still looking to the front, not looking at you.

“Satoru… could you look at me.” And with puppy eyes he looked at you. “Yeah, what you did wasn’t okay and it hurt me. And I’m glad you know it was wrong and hopefully you don’t make that mistake again.” Satoru nodded in silence. “But…” You paused and looked at him, carefully and feeling the nervousness and shyness take over your body, you held his face. “I don’t want to lose this, I don't want to lose us.” You shyly smiled. “I’m glad you acknowledge what you did wrong but I don’t want this to break up.” His eyes were fixed on you, carefully watching you.

“Are you sure?” He swallowed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to see me again, I can… bare with it.” You smiled seeing his poor intent of lying.

“Could you?” You smiled.

And he shook his head. “I wouldn’t.” He got closer to you and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “Thank you…” He whispered. “I know I’m an asswhole and that I’m annoying and all that.”

“You are my all that.” You smiled, caressing his white hair.

“Let’s skip classes.” He said against your skin. “Let’s go to

“Can I kiss you?” He said looking at your lips and then up at your eyes.

“Yes…” You whispered before feeling the warmth of his lips on yours.

The kiss was a tender hug, soft and delicate, as if Satoru was afraid of breaking you or hurting you. His lips meeting yours with a soft caress, transmitting a silent promise of protection and tenderness. Yet despite the gentle touch, you felt a surge of warmth radiate from within you, filling you with a feeling of fullness you had never known before.

In that moment, you found yourself craving more of his touch, hungry for the warmth of his lips against yours. His hesitation only fueled your desire, igniting a fire within you.

As the kiss deepened, you surrendered to the sensation, losing yourself in the tender embrace of his lips. Every brush of skin against skin sent a jolt of electricity coursing through your veins, igniting a passion that burned hotter with each passing moment.

You felt alive, consumed by the intoxicating allure of his presence. It was a moment of pure happiness, where time seemed to stop and the world faded away, where it was just the two of you.

You felt an avalanche of emotions cascading through you, a mix of desire, and vulnerability.

When the kiss finally broke, a breathless moment remained between you, your labored breaths mixing together to form one. Satoru's gaze, now softened but full of intensity, reflected the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

With a calming breath, your voice was a mere whisper against the growing sound of your racing heart. "Satoru..."

He met your gaze intently, his eyes searching yours for the words that threatened to leave your lips.

"I want to meet you." You confessed, your voice shaking slightly with vulnerability. "Everything about you."

A slight smile appeared at the corners of Satoru's lips. "And I want to show you." He responded, raising his hand to gently caress your face.

Under his soft touch you closed your eyes and let yourself be caressed, you let yourself be loved for the first time in a long time. He left a small kiss on your lips before turning back to the wheel.

“Let’s go to the beach the day after tomorrow.” Satoru smiled at you and you smiled back at him.

“Why then?” You wondered looking at him.

“Oh I heard the weather will be good then.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“Okay…” You smiled. “It’s a date then?”

“Yeah…” He softly whispered. “Thank you birdie.”

You shook your head and your shoulders. “You need to stop thanking me Satoru. Now let’s go to class.”

Satoru nodded and started the car. With a smile on your lips, you felt your heart beating steadily again, and the cloud that had been lingering in your head disappeared completely. The road became familiar, and soon Satoru parked the car in front of your college.

You hesitated for a second as you got out of the car and walked next to him, but Satoru grabbed your hand with a reassuring smile. You felt everyone's eyes on you and heard the whispers as they commented on the scene unfolding before them. Satoru walked proudly, holding your hand, and didn't let go until you reached your class. That day you weren’t sharing any classes so that was your goodbye spot.

As you approached the classroom door, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll see you after class, okay?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of confidence from his support. "Okay."

He leaned in, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good luck in class, birdie."

You watched as he walked away. Turning to enter the classroom, you noticed a few lingering glances and whispers from your classmates, but the warmth of Satoru's presence lingered with you, making it easier to ignore them.

Taking your seat, you focused on the lecture. As you left your first class, you were greeted by the smiling face of Kyoko, who was waiting for you leaning against one of the walls outside your classroom. With a grin, she approached you.

"And well? Have you already spoken?" She asked eagerly, falling into step beside you. "C'mon, tell me!"

You nodded, a smile playing on your lips as you recounted the recent events. "We fixed everything, and in two days, we're going to the beach.” You announced, unable to contain your excitement. "As a date."

Kyoko's eyes widened in excitement, and she let out a delighted squeal, clapping her hands together enthusiastically. "Oh my gosh, that's amazing!" She exclaimed, unable to contain her joy. "I'm so happy for you!"

You couldn't help but laugh at her reaction, feeling grateful to have such a supportive friend by your side. Kyoko kept on jumping around winning the curious eyes of everyone surrounding both of you.

“You know what it means right?” She smirked.

“What?” You said with a funny tone on your voice.

“Double dates!” She made a small dance. “Oh what could we do? We could go to Kyoto or Okinawa during the summer break!”

“A girl works you know?”

“And that girl deserves some vacations you know?” She replied back. “C’mon imagine expending some days in Okinawa, the four of us, on the beach.” She started daydreaming and you rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you want to see your man shirtless and more.”

“Geez Kyoko.” You rolled your eyes.

She laughed and followed your steps. “Sorry, sorry but you know?” You looked at her. “Suguru has his whole arm tattooed, ugh when I tell you that is so sexy, when he is without...”

“Please Kyoko, I don't want any more information about your private relationship with Suguru.”

“Okay, I will stop.” She laughed. “But hey!” You looked at her from over your shoulder. “I’m so happy for you.”

“And I’m happy for you.” You smiled back at her.

“Can’t believe we used to think they were dating.” Kyoko recalled the time when you both thought Satoru and Suguru were dating and you chuckled at it.

Satoru Gojo POV

“Did you fix it?” Shoko raised her eyebrow.

“I did, we are good okay?” He sighed. “I won’t fuck things up like that again.”

“Well done man.” Suguru raised his thumb nodding his head. “So what now?” He raised his eyebrows while taking a sip of his tea.

“We are going on a date in two days.” Satoru smiled with confidence.

“Are you planning on asking her to be your girlfriend?” Shoko questioned.

“I… I guess so.” He shrugged.

Shoko looked at Satoru and then at Suguru. “What’s up with him?”

Suguru shook his head with a smile. “He has never done that before.”

“What?” Shoko gasped surprised. “But I have seen you dating before.”

“Yeah, but it was different. We hung around, had fun and I guess we assumed we were in a relationship.” Satoru moved his hands around, trying to explain himself. “But I never sat down and asked anyone to date.”

“And you are nervous.” Shoko mischievously smiled. “Oh my god!” She laughed. “The great Satoru Gojo is nervous.”

“Shoko shut up.” He said embarrassed.

“No, no, I really like this.” She laughed. “Oh god I’m so happy to see this side of you.”

“Shoko enough.” Suguru laughed.

“Suguru admit it, you are also loving it.” She smirked.

“Don’t Suguru.” He warned him.

“I have to say it, I like seeing this side of you.” Suguru laughed alongside his friend.

“You know, I hate both of you.” Satoru stood up. “You.” He pointed at Suguru. “We have practice so get your ass up if you don’t want to get scolded.”

Suguru chuckled and stood up. “See you Shoko.”

“See ya!” Shoko waved her hand at her two friends.

Satoru and Suguru walked side by side. With their training backpacks slung over their shoulders, Satoru and Suguru took giant steps towards the basketball court. The familiar, slightly musty smell of the gym greeted them as they entered, a nostalgic reminder of the countless hours they spent training there. The freshmen were already working hard, performing exercises as Coach Yaga's booming voice echoed through the space, urging them to try harder.

Satoru and Suguru exchanged amused glances, their eyes reflecting shared memories of their own experiences as freshmen. They remembered well the intense sessions and the coach's unwavering expectations.

"It seems like yesterday we were the ones who were yelled at." Satoru reflected, with a smile on his lips.

"Yeah." Suguru agreed, chuckling. “Coach Yaga hasn’t changed in the slightest. He's still as intense as ever."

As they walked towards the court, Yuji greeted them, putting aside his training, earning a shout from the coach.

Coach Yaga turned his head and saw them. "Gojo, Geto, stop standing there and get to work! Warm up with the others!"

Satoru waved playfully, earning a quizzical look from the trainer, and joined the exercises with Suguru at his side.

“Captain Gojo!” A voice resounded in the distance.

Satoru looked up to see Haibara's figure running towards him, followed closely by Nanami. Upon reaching them, Haibara knelt before Satoru, his expression serious and apologetic.

"I'm so sorry if by not keeping my mouth shut I've ruined your relationship, Captain Gojo!" Haibara blurred, his voice filled with remorse.

Satoru looked embarrassed to the side of him, looking at Suguru, who was trying to suppress a laugh. "Haibara, please get up." Satoru said, his tone soft but firm.

Haibara did as Satoru asked, slowly getting up but still looking worried.

"Nothing has happened." He tried to calm him down, Satoru. "And in any case, it would be my fault if the relationship had gone sour. Birdie and I worked it out." I gave Haibara a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “The truth is, you did well Haibara. I'm sorry for putting you in that situation.” This time it was Satoru who bowed slightly.

Haibara smiled at Satoru. “It’s okay captain, I’m glad you two fixed everything.”

“So you and the girl you were with the other day at the club are finally dating?” Yuji exclaimed. “Oh she was really nice and funny.”

Satoru caught a bit trying to keep himself calm. “Not yet.” Satoru murmured.

“Oh but they were really nicely kissing and holding hands after getting out of the car.” A voice spoke.

Satoru rolled his eyes upon recognizing the voice and looked at him indifferently. “Sukuna, why do you care about what I do?”

Sukuna laughed as he approached the group. “Excuse me Gojo, it's hard not to see you.”

Satoru sighed and rested his hand on his hip. "What are you doing here? "It's been more than a year since he expelled you from the club."

“Can't I come see my favorite nephew?” He tilted his head, directing his gaze to Yuji.

Yuji rolled his eyes. “I didn’t want to see you here.”

“Neither did I want to come here brat, but your father called me and told me to hang you this.” He said throwing him a bag. “Anyways Gojo is good to see you.” He smirked leaving the group.

“Sometimes I wonder how you two are family.” Yuta mumbled.

“Don’t remind me.” Yuji protested. “He is my uncle but we are so close in age that sometimes he is like an annoying older brother.”

"Yuji, do you know if Sukuna has played on any team again?" Satoru asked, still staring at the door where he had left.

Yuji shook his shoulders. “I think so, but I'm not sure. He never tells me anything.”

“Captain, are you worried that Sukuna has been signed to another team?” Megumi asked.

“A little, little he cared about the sanction they gave him last year when he broke Kamo’s fingers from Kyoto college.” Satoru sighed and looked at Suguru. “I'm afraid he won't care again and this time he'll do something to one of the team.”

“He probably still has a lot of resentment from last year.” Suguru remembered this time and Satoru nodded heavily.

“Well…” Satoru stretched himself. “We will handle it once it comes, right?” He smiled. “Besides, we are the best. There is nothing to worry about.”

Suguru chuckled and shook his head. "You're right. Now let's train guys." He said he and everyone got moving.

But Satoru stayed in his place still feeling a little anguish in his stomach. Shaking his head, he walked onto the basketball court and began training with the rest of his teammates.

Final notes: Birdie and Satoru fixing everything, bc communication is the key. It always frustrates me when I read in a book or a series how things get complicated between the characters due to lack of communication, that's why I didn't want to prolong the small conflict between them and have them fix things like adults, talking.

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Lookism: Rendezvous 🔞 (Ch. VI) || Gun Park x Fem! Reader ♡

Author’s Note: Hi!! Sorry for the late post, took me a while to post this chapter because of final exams. 😭 But I hope you’re all doing well so far, and for those who have tests during this time too, I wish you all good luck! 💗 But DANG. All of y’all are freaky deaky with that last chapter. Sheeeeesh. 😳 I’m guessing you guys love it when Gun gets freaky BAHAHHAAHA. Well anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter because it gets spicier than the last one. Enjoy!! 😩🔥 (I hope you don’t mind if I added some new minor oc’s to build with the story.)

NSFW Warning: Violence, Strong language/cursing, sexual language, and sexual content (teasing, degrading, praising, fingering, penetration, rough sex, dacryphilia, oral, etc.).

Story Summary: You traveled abroad to help support your mother who is sick, back home in Japan. However, once you reached Korea, everything went downhill until you met a stranger who offered you a deal that could benefit you. But who knew that this special encounter would turn your whole life around…

You stared at Gun in disbelief, panicking inside your head of what you should do at that moment.

“Gun, Crystal is waiting outside. You should go get ready, right now!”

“She can wait.”

“But what about the meet-”

Gun silenced you by giving you a heated French-kiss. While both of your tongues started to clash with one another, he began by pulling down your gray comfy joggers, stripping you off of whatever clothing you had on then tossed them to the side where they landed right on the floor. Right away, you felt his strong hands pull your legs apart, as his left hand started to play with your clit and the folds of your core.

“Ahh~!!”

As his fingers started to insert themselves into you, he was surprised that they just slid right inside of you so quickly, making himself smirk.

“God (Y/N), you’re already wet for me when I haven’t even given you anything yet. What a good little slut you are~”

Your face turned scarlet from his words, while you tried to push him back in resistance as he started to pump his digits into you.

“G-get off of me! Hurry up and go already, you don’t have much time!” you said angrily through gritted teeth.

“If you feel guilty for thinking that you’re the reason why I’ll be late again for the meeting, then you can take some responsibility for it. First, you can help me by shutting up and just let me grant you this gift. While I’m still being generous…”

When his fingers started to get busier inside of you, your arms automatically surrounded his body, clinging onto him for comfort from the intense feeling of what was building up inside of you. You buried your head onto his shoulder, when your mouth began to breathe out very erotic moans that you couldn’t contain. It became harder for you to try and resist him when he kept playing with you sexually to his heart’s content like that. Gun could already tell that it was time for him to give you what you deserved, from the state that you’re in right now. As he looked down at your face, he could see the mixed sexual frustration and pleasure when your eyes were already starting to collect tears.

“This should be good.”

Eventually, he took out his moist fingers from your wet private as both of his hands grabbed onto you by the thighs. With caution, he said, “Hold onto me tightly, and don’t let go.”

You did as he said as your arms clung onto him by his neck and your legs naturally wrapped around his waist, already familiar with the current setting at hand. While doing so, he stood up from the couch while still carrying you by your legs in his firm grasp.

“W-what are you… going to do…?” you asked him in between your pants of light sensual bliss, feeling him rock his hips to cause friction onto your wet womanhood from his hard phallus.

“I’ll be giving you your reward right about now…”

When his arms lowered you further down onto his member, his phallus finally pierced into your wet heat, making you spew out a lusty moan. In reaction to this, you threw your head back when his cock made contact with your aroused walls. Gun was appeased by your reaction to his own cock, which got him excited to finally ruin your insides.

With a gratified whisper into your ear before satisfying you, he said in a teasingly sexual tone, “Your master will speed things up for you because you deserve it. Just how you like it, my naughty little maid.”

W-what did he just say?!

Gasping in shock, you looked at him in surprise from his unexpected name-callings until he started to forcefully crash you down onto his cock with his strong arms. The grasp you had around him grew tighter, making you cry out in euphoria from his rough blows to your core. While pounding into you continuously, you could hear him panting into your ear as well, feeling the fast rhythm of his own hips merge with yours. The lewd noises of wet sexual organs grinding against each other while he was still carrying you in his arms echoed throughout the first floor of Gun’s lavish home. Even the sound of you both groaning from each other’s feral actions were already enough to make the entire first floor of his house more “livelier”. The nails from your fingertips unconsciously dug into his back, creating red scratch marks on him, in which he didn’t mind at all. He felt even greater pain than that, and it was all signs that meant that he was fulfilling his own part as your dominant sexual partner.

“Mmm, Gun~” you moaned his name into his ear, causing him to react in surprise from your unexpected call for him. Gun thought that he had fucked you dumb to the point of being unable to speak another word, but he didn’t know that hearing you call his name would be so attractive to his ears. In response, he wanted to tease you a bit further.

“Call me ‘Master’.”

You looked up at him as your eyebrows scrunched in refusal as you shook your head. “N-no…”

“Say it. If you don’t say it, then I’ll stop right now.”

While panting, you heaved out, “N-no, y-you’re insane!”

“Alright. If that’s what you want, then so be it.” you felt his arms pull you back up, just leaving you to hover over his hard cock midair. In response, you whined in sexual frustration, as you slowly feel your euphoric high starting to die down.

What the hell is this guy doing?! Has he gone mad?!

“My maid is supposed to address me properly. Now, what was it that you’re supposed to call me…?”

You glared at him, thinking that whatever bullshit he’s pulling now, will make him late to his meeting if he doesn’t finish this up right away. With the last remaining sense of pride you had to throw away, you forced yourself to say, “M-… Master…”

“That’s right. And what do you want your ‘Master’ to do, my slutty little maid?”

While your arms were wrapped around his neck, you balled your hands into fists in annoyance. “T-to… fuck… me…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that quite well. Say it again. But this time, address me properly.”

Why, this prick-

“Tch… I want Master to FUCK ME ALREADY!!!”

Gun’s eyes widened a bit then let out a spine-chilling laugh from your loud outburst, making him overjoyed from the humiliation that he had put you through on the spot. The laughter that echoed throughout the room made you blush furiously, with a very bright tint of red.

“You’re such a good girl, (Y/N), bending for me at my every will. You deserved to be rewarded even more for that.”

In return for your performance, both of his hands traveled down south towards your ass and held onto both of your ass cheeks with his thick hands, forcing you to collide with his cock inside you once again. You yelped in shock, as his solid dick started to violate you over and over and over again. You felt the desire to meet with his lips, as you pressed your lips onto his desperately, but this time you were the first to slide your tongue into his mouth. In return, he sensed your greediness as both of your tongues fought for dominance. You and Gun let out moans and groans in ecstasy, letting yourselves get lost in each other’s desires until all of a sudden, there were a few knocks from outside of the door.

“Jong Gun, what’s taking you so long?! We have to leave right away!”

Both of you heard Crystal yelling from outside, as Gun pulled his lips away from yours, leaving you panting from how tired you got from just one heated kiss. While still connected inside of you and still carrying you by your ass, he walked towards the intercom still holding onto you. While Gun was walking, you could feel your entire body twitch from how sensitive you felt down there, after he stopped pounding you mercilessly. Whenever his dick would make even the slightest of movements during his short trip to the security monitor, it made your sensitive heat tingle from the inside. At the same time, you thought to yourself about how crazy this whole situation was.

A while ago, he was teasing the hell out of me while I gave away my pride to someone as sadistic as him. And now, his boss is outside of his door, clueless about what the hell he’s been doing all this time instead of getting ready like what he’s supposed to do. The poor girl doesn’t even know what’s been going on, on the other side of the door! God knows what Gun was up to…

Pondering, you wondered about how nonchalantly he was acting even though he had an important meeting to go to.

And how can he be so calm about all of this? Shouldn’t he be prioritizing his work than being with me right now? He even said he’ll finish this in five minutes but five minutes probably have passed already. What the hell are we even doing…?

However, all that thinking made you remember the shame he had to put you through. Making you call him a ridiculous name such as “Master” had made you starving for revenge.

Damn him, I won’t let him toy with me like this! I need to get him back somehow…

A light bulb lit up from inside your head, as your mouth curved to a devious smirk.

Let’s see how well you can keep your cool, Jong Gun Park.

When Gun tapped the button on the screen to turn on the mic of the intercom, he replied by saying, “Sorry, I had to take care of something real quick. Just give me ten more minutes, then I’ll be ready by then.”

“Ten more minutes?!” Crystal was left stunned by Gun’s unusual request, resulting in her sighing tiredly. “Fine, but make it quick. What’s gotten into you, Jong Gun? You haven’t been ‘you’ recently. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, I’m alri-”

As soon as he was about to reassure Crystal for his behavior, your arms wrapped around his neck while your legs surrounded his waist tightly. By doing so, you started to pull yourself up from his dick by using his body as support then slammed your pussy onto his thick shaft on your own. Gun let out an unexpected groan in response, which made him realize what he had just done.

Bingo.

You got him right where you wanted him, as you repeatedly bounced on his cock once, twice, three times, and so forth as your movements didn’t stop. You made sure to moan softly right into his ear, while pushing yourself onto his girth. When you looked up at his face, you could see how clouded his eyes were from arousal, leaving him to breathe heavily from how you were basically riding him midair. His hands were on your ass and you felt his grip on your ass cheeks to tighten even more. The low smacking of skin-on-skin contact was faint to be even heard through the intercom, but was still audible where Gun was standing, causing him to struggle in keeping his composure in front of his own boss.

“Jong Gun, are you okay? You sound like you aren’t feeling well… did you catch a cold or something?”

“Y-yes, I’m alright… my s-stomach hasn’t been feeling well today. That’s… tch, why I’ve been taking so… urgh- long… to prepare myself. I must’ve e-eaten something bad… kuh- last night…”

The way he was struggling to get those words out of his mouth made you proud of yourself for having this sadist of a man to be pulled down a peg. It was almost humbling, to say the least. Just to see him fall into shame for just a little while had you feeling a sense of fulfillment.

Hehe, what a mess.

“Oh, I see. How unfortunate. I think we have some Pepto-Bismol and other types of medicine fit for upset stomachs back at the office. I can lend you some, if you want.”

“No… I’m f-fine. Just… Mmm… let me go get changed…”

“Alright then. Make sure to be ready in ten minutes.”

As soon as you and Gun saw Crystal stroll away from the front door, you stopped bouncing on his cock as you started to provoke him boldly.

“Awww, poor baby. You were struggling a lot there, weren’t you? Trying to find the right words to say to your own boss must be challenging. Wasn’t that the same thing that I had to do? Right, ‘Master’?”

Gun clenched his teeth in anger, which made your smile to slowly fade. At that moment, you were starting to get the feeling that whatever you did might not have been the best thing to do.

“You…”

“Hm?”

“You needy whore… you made me humiliate myself in front of my own boss like that. You’ve got some nerve. Fine, I’ll give you what you REALLY want this time and I’ll make sure that you won’t be whining for more after this…”

He carried you back to the couch then dropped you on the couch, like he just dropped a big old sack of rice. Abashed by his sudden roughness, you looked at him furiously.

“What the hell is your problem?!”

Your boldness, however, became lost as his eyes stared directly into yours viciously. The spirit inside of you faded so quickly, that you felt like you just wanted someone to just bury you deep into the ground where you couldn’t even see a small speck of light shining down on you.

Without any reply, he forced you to turn around and had you bend forward onto the side of the couch’s arm, holding you tightly by the nape of your neck from behind. His strong hand enforced you to bow your head farther down until you were starting to cling onto the side of the couch’s arm from falling off of the side of the couch. His hands then moved to your ass as he repositioned you in an embarrassing position, with your ass up towards him but your face down low onto the couch before having his left hand return to the nape of your neck. He basically put you in an awkward-looking doggy position, creating even more space for him to position himself behind you. While making sure he was at dick level with your ass, you felt his rock-like phallus started to rub onto your wet entryway. As you began to let out sensual moans, this time, his hand reached over to the front of your pussy, in which he started to rub your clit in such an intense speed. At this rate, you were almost nearing your climax.

“Gun, slow down! You’re too intense!”

“Shut up you whore, and just enjoy it. Isn’t this what you were aiming for?”

“N-no, ahhh~”

It was no use. Even though the feeling of being stimulated in both sensitive spots were becoming hard to control, you just couldn’t help but feel good from Gun’s roughness. The nerves inside of you finally got the message for a release, as you squirted right on his cock that was barely even inside of you.

His hand that was restraining you from your neck started to transition to your long hair, as he wrapped your long locks around his right hand. From behind you, Gun’s view had him in complete control over you. Even though he felt anger towards you at that time, he still couldn’t contain himself from how much he wanted to roughly pound you from behind just to fuck you into submission. He wanted to see your tears stream down your colored cheeks. His red hand prints on your ass. His hickies all over your back…

And from that, his hand full of your hair tugged onto it, making you gasp in utter surprise. He pulled you all the way back where your face could see his from upside down, looking up directly into his intimidating eyes.

“Isn’t my little ‘maid’ so beautiful? Very beautiful, that I’d gladly fuck her to the point that she’d be limping on one foot, like a little puppy dog who just got its foot run-overed by a truck. OR, I can just fuck her mercilessly until she begs for me to stop. If that were the case, she still wouldn’t be able to stand on both legs to the point that she’d be disabled for the whole day. Oh, there are SO many choices to choose from. I just couldn’t decide…”

The look you had towards him now displayed pure fear, now looking at him as if you had messed with the wrong psychopath. You knew he was insane, but you didn’t know that he was THIS insane.

This guy had just gone pure lunatic! What the hell have I gotten myself into?! And who is this man, really? Is this really the Gun Park that I know…?

Right away, he shoved his cock into you as he pulled you back by your hair, causing you to let out a large cry. While he positioned his left hand on your ass, he was still grabbing a handful of your locks in his right hand. Now, Gun’s God-complex had turned himself into a relentless beast. A DEMON.

While digging his hard cock into you with such brute force from behind you, your hands trembled every time you had to struggle to keep yourself from falling off the side of the couch. You didn’t know how long you had to endure this for, as his rough pornographic thrusts would only cause you to fall into danger, even from feeling good. You were forced to have to support yourself, by keeping your balance on the couch while he uses you as his personal slave without any thought of your safety.

“Hah… shit, your tight cunt is so fucking good~ I’m starting to get addicted to this. My slutty little maid needs to be punished greatly. So, apologize to me right now. Apologize until your Master is satisfied!”

You turned your head around to face him while holding onto the arm of the couch. The look of your regretful eyes stared directly at him, while saying, “I’m… sorry…”

Without caution, Gun’s left hand landed a painful smack on your left ass cheek from behind, resulting in a cry of pain from you. Your hands started to clench into fists, still trying to process the pain and pleasure intermingling with each other.

Gun grunted as his pace began to rapidly increase. “Say it again. Apologize to your Master, for being such a slut! A whore, who doesn’t know her own position deserves to be disciplined harshly. I’ll make sure that you know where you properly stand.”

The gasps and audible moans that were escaping from your mouth generated from his nasty pounding and his harsh blows to your ass cheeks, which led you to accumulate tears in your eyes. As his actions made you stare into his cruel eyes, you exclaimed in agony, “I-I’m sorry Master! P-please forgive- hic- me, I won’t do it again! I-I’ll be good!”

Gun sneered, looking down at how your spirit has fallen as he maintained his speed and his punishing slaps onto your body. This scenery of you hiccuping and sobbing for forgiveness got him all riled up now.

“Oh, NOW you’ll be good? Come on. I know that bratty attitude of yours couldn’t resist me, even if you tried to behave yourself. So, I’ll drive you over the edge as I see fit.”

With a last hard spank to one of your stinging red ass cheeks, he gripped onto the side of your left hip, tightly clawing his nails into your skin while leashing your hair from behind to look up at him when you cum. Already, you could feel pleasure intensifying inside of your ringed vaginal walls as you contracted around his dick, squeezing him ever so tightly. Gun was also closing in on his own climax, as he ordered you to finally release yourself onto him.

“Now cum on my dick, you filthy cumslut.”

As a result, he held your hair back closer to him causing your tear-filled eyes to look up at him when you finally came all over him hard. You uncontrollably squirted not just on his cock, but all over the seat of the leather couch. Simultaneously, his dick sprayed loads of his white sticky body fluids deep into your wet pussy. Mixing in with your own lewd fluids, Gun was left panting from the heated exchange that you two had, looking at the mess below him as it overflowed out of you and onto the seat of his couch. He gritted his teeth in discontent, realizing that his black leather couch had been stained by the liquids that both of you had ejected. It was finally time for him to order a new couch.

When he finally pulled out his lengthy member from inside you, you fell onto the couch while heaving weakly. You felt your lower back aching from how you had to hold yourself up for a while in such a tiresome position. Leaving you to regain your strength again, Gun stood up from the couch as he wrapped his towel around his waist and held the other towel in his hand. Acting as if he hadn’t blown your back out just now, he turned around to look at you seriously then said, “When you get up, go to the kitchen to see if there’s still food in the fridge. You’ll be coming out with me into Crystal’s car for a little bit. Then I’ll have you get dropped off at a nearby marketplace, near the company’s building to buy any groceries needed. And while you’re outside, I’ll have you go to my primary doctor’s clinic today to prescribe you the Morning-After Pill right after I call her. It’ll be a pain for me to do all of this in a rush, but we just have to bear with it since that’s how things work around here in Korea. Her office will be around the marketplace, along with the pharmacy nearby. After you go to the pharmacy, show them the prescription that the doctor gave you. Once you get it, take it right away with water. I won’t be accompanying you while you’re out today, so you’re going to have to be independent for a while. Make sure you do everything that’s needed before coming back home. I’ll be at work the majority of the day, so make sure you stay in the areas that lie around the marketplace. Call or text me if there’s an emergency.”

While listening to his every word and command, many questions started to pop up in your head.

How long has he known this doctor for? Doesn’t he have benefits, including medical benefits, from his work since it’s a big company? Wouldn’t it be easier for him to use his work benefits to acquire medical care instead of calling an outside medical professional to help? All of this is just too complicated to comprehend! I think I can feel my head spinning right now…

When you groggily pulled yourself up to sit properly on the couch, you nodded at him dutifully. “Okay…”

Gun nodded at your attentiveness and was about to leave to go get changed, until he paused there, remembering something that he thought was important to mention.

“Oh, and one more thing. You should put on something else that’ll cover all those marks on you. It’ll be a shame if someone were to see how lewd of a woman you really are.” he smirked, slicking back his wet hair before heading up the stairs to his room.

You glared at his back, watching him retreat up the stairs. “And I wonder who’s fault was that? Tsk. What a pompous asshole. What did I even see in him that was worth getting at him for…? Agh, whatever! I must’ve turned into a crazy bitch because of him. Now, there’s no WAY that I’ll even make him that breakfast!”

Ultimately, you put your clothes back and headed over to the kitchen to see if there was still food inside of the fridge. Once you opened the fridge, there was absolutely nothing left in there. Not even a crumb of food was left, which made you exhale in exhaustion.

“If he had a feeling that there wasn’t any food in the fridge, then he should’ve gone to the store to buy groceries instead of having dinner yesterday. Ugh, now it’s my job to do his chores for him. Great…”

. . .

Before leaving, you changed your shirt into a black comfy turtle-neck long-sleeved shirt, which matches with your gray joggers and plain black and white sneakers. The turtle-neck shirt that you’ve found was among the many clothes that you’ve brought with you to Korea. Good thing you did your research first about the weather in this country, knowing that their winter seasons were brutal with wind and snow. You retrieved your bag, your wallet, and your phone from the shopping bag that was sitting on the table near the stairs. While standing near the door waiting for him, you looked through your phone to check to see if there were any messages from your mom’s nurse and to your surprise, there was. You skimmed through the message, as it said:

“Hello (Y/N), I hope you have been doing well! In case you don’t remember this number, this is Nurse Aya. I heard from the doctor that you’re temporarily staying in Korea right now to help provide for your mother and I hope everything is going well for you. I have an update about your mother and she has been doing alright while you’ve been gone. She’s been eating properly, and has been going through therapy, that was recommended by the doctor. Overall, I just want to inform you about something very important. As her daughter, I hope you don’t overwork yourself too much. She’s been talking about you a lot, and whenever she does, she’d always tell me about how you’re a very hard worker at such a young age. I know that you’re capable of living independently, and as a young adult, you have strong ambitions to fulfill. However, I hope that you’ll also look after your own health, for you mother’s sake. She’s also been worried about you since you have been busy with your new job over there in Korea. And as her personal caretaker, I’m also worried about how her mental health can affect her. So, please remember to call her whenever you have time. I wish you good luck and good health wherever you are, and I hope you be safe!”

When you finished reading the nurse’s message, your vision became blurry as a few drops of tears started to spill onto your phone screen.

How could I forget mom so easily? I’m so ashamed to even be called her daughter. I wish that I could see her again in person, but right now, I’m in a whole other country. A whole other world…

“(Y/N), are you ready to go?”

Caught off guard, you looked up to see Gun standing in front of you from the bottom of the stairs once again. This time, he was finally dressed formally in one of his many black business suits while he currently has his sunglasses on. His black hair fell onto one side of his face, as he somehow decided to just style it like that for today. As he walked towards you, you quickly wiped the tears from your eyes with your sleeve then quickly put away your phone in your bag.

“Uh, yeah… I’m ready.” you said as you forced a smile for him to hide your gloominess.

“Alright, first, here’s the address to the clinic.”

Gun handed you a small piece of paper that had the doctor’s name and address on it. While reading it in Korean Hangul, you noticed how terrible his hand-writing was which caused a small laugh to slip from your mouth.

“Ah geez, you’re lucky that I can still read this. How on Earth can your hand-writing be THIS bad?” All of a sudden your small giggles turned into bursts of laughter, resulting in Gun to scowl while gritting his teeth from how annoyed you just made him.

“Just shut up and let’s go.”

While wiping a tear from your joyful eyes, you teased him back with, “Yes sir!”

Out the door, you followed right behind Gun as your bright expression beamed at him. However, while you were now smiling, Gun had a slight feeling that there was something wrong with you not too long ago. The way you were caught by him when you hid your tears from him a minute ago had him suspect something was off. After all, you were easy to read for him. He believed that he can easily read you like a book. However, he felt that he was not in the position to pry into your business since you looked better now than before, so he decided to just let it go.

When the two of you stopped in front of a parked black tinted Lincoln Navigator, Crystal was sitting in the front of the car as she rolled down the right window.

“Finally, you’re here.” Her eyes turned to your direction as she looked at you from head to toe. “I’m guessing this might be your maid?”

You bowed politely before giving her a warm smile. “Ms. Crystal Choi, right? Yes, I have to apologize for my ‘uneducated’ behavior from earlier.”

Crystal shook her head apologetically. “No, no, I should be the one apologizing. It was very immature of me to have caused a commotion in front of Jong Gun’s house and for judging you right away. It wasn’t your fault that you didn’t know me.” After saying that last bit, her bitter eyes met with Gun’s, which resulted in him just ignoring her.

“Anyways, Jong Gun. Why is your maid accompanying you to the meeting?”

“She’s not accompanying me anywhere. I’m just asking for a bit of a favor here, and that is to just drop her off at the marketplace near HNH Group’s headquarters. I already told her to buy groceries for me while she’s there.”

Crystal gave a reluctant sigh, but was still willing to oblige. “Oh, alright, fine. It’ll only take about a five-minute delay to get there anyways. Now hurry up and get in already.” Right after she rolled up her window, you were about to reach for the door handle of the right car door, but you didn’t expect Gun to reach over to it and open the door for you. Surprised, you awkwardly bowed at him as a sign of “thank you” before letting him close the door behind you. Your eyes followed him as he went around the car to open the left car door across from you. He got in the car right after you, shutting the door right behind him. The second Gun sat down on his seat, Crystal’s chauffeur wasted no time by starting the car immediately, driving off without any order to do so.

For some reason, there was awkward tension in the backseats of the car where you and Gun both sat there in silence, without saying a word. From your peripheral vision, you eyed him just sitting there with his arms folded while looking out towards the window.

Aw man, I feel like this car ride is going to kill me slowly just by sitting here. I wonder how long will it take for me to arrive at that marketplace. I just wanna leave, and-

“I almost forgot to ask. What’s your name? I don’t want to keep referring to you as ‘Jong Gun’s maid’ since that is pretty rude.”

Your train of thought was lost from Crystal’s sudden break of silence while you shuffled in your seat to make yourself more comfortable for the agonizing conversation that you’re about to immerse yourself in.

“Oh it’s (Y/N). (Y/N) Sasaki, ma’am.”

“Ah, I see. (Y/N), I was just wondering… I couldn’t help but notice that you’re wearing a turtle-neck in the middle of a bright sunny day. Don’t you feel uncomfortable wearing that?”

Right away, you felt Gun’s cautionary eyes on you. His eyes looked at you as if warning that if your replies were not up to his liking, then you’d definitely get some sort of punishment later. You gulped, parched from the immediate feeling of pressure on you when you replied with, “Actually ma’am, the reason why I’m wearing this is because-”

“-the heating system in the house was broken last night. So, she had no choice but to endure the cold while sleeping. I already called the repairman to take a look at it in the morning tomorrow.”

Startled by Gun’s sudden interruption, you quickly nodded in agreement to the lie that he had just came up with a second ago.

“Hm… I see. How unfortunate. Well, I hope it gets fixed soon, like you said. It’ll be a pain if the two of you had to go through that for a while.”

Dumbfounded, you stared at Gun in disbelief just from how Crystal didn’t once question the way he abruptly butted into their conversation.

Why did he look at me like that if he was planning to say something for me all along? Tsk, how annoying…

While sitting in the car, you ended up just listening to their conversation without having to say anything else as you were left to stare out the window blankly.

“How are things going with your father’s business partners? I heard that the stock market had gone down due to global inflation.”

“Ah, yes. The board is still trying to find a way to resolve our connections with them. I’ve managed to persuade some of them to sign contracts with us, but I still have to negotiate with the others as well.” Crystal sighed, resulting in her to lean against the window.

From the rear view mirror, Gun watched Crystal feel her own forehead with the palm of her hand. As Crystal’s bodyguard, it was Gun’s job to look after her well-being so he asked her in somewhat of a concerned tone, “Do you have a headache?”

Crystal shook her head before fixing her posture against her own seat. “No, I’m fine.”

“You better not overwork yourself again. Remember what I told you before? You need to get good amount of sleep to stay in good shape. Especially when I’m not there to protect you-”

“I said that I’m FINE. I don’t need to hear anymore of your health advice.”

While watching their little scene play out in front of you, you clicked your tongue in an irritated tone.

Oh, so he gets to act all concerned about her now, but not too long ago, I had to experience his cruelty? Unbelievable… and what’s up with that? Why is he acting like some sort of guardian to her when he’s just her bodyguard? Tch…

Somehow, the conversation between Gun and Crystal turned back to work-related matters, so you just quietly stared out the window in boredom, awaiting for your long awaited arrival to the marketplace.

. . .

Twenty minutes have passed as the car slowly stopped in front of a bustling street full of people. When you heard the door on your side click to unlock itself, you slowly got out of the car with your bag still slung around you before carefully shutting the door behind you.

The window of the door you just shut rolled down as you saw Gun’s face looking directly at you.

“Remember what I told you back at the house. Make sure you get everything needed and do whatever you have to do while you’re still out. It’ll be a pain if you suddenly tell me out of the blue that you forgot something when you just finished shopping. Also, don’t forget that thing that I told you to get. Don’t forget to get it before you return to this spot. When I’m done, I’ll text you when I’ll come back to pick you up at this spot. Understand?”

You nodded at him, reassuring him that everything will be fine. “Don’t worry, I won’t forget to get the pi-” All of a sudden, you stopped yourself from finishing your sentence as you remembered that Crystal was still sitting in the car, watching you and Gun communicate from the front of the car. “The pi…zza! Haha, yeah! I’ll heat up frozen pizza when we get home! Ahahaha…”

Whew, I’m glad I caught myself there for a second! I hope Gun isn’t annoyed by me-

From the corner of your eye, it was as if you saw a vein popping from the side of Gun’s head in irritation. Afraid from his terrifying silence, you bowed your head at them before announcing that you’ll be taking your leave now.

“Okay, I’ll be going now! Thank you Ms. Choi for the ride, I hope I’ll get to repay you someday for your kind service. Bye!!!”

Quickly, you dashed out of there before Crystal could even reply back to your words of departure, leaving her to watch you sprint down the street. The corner of her mouth curved to a small smile, while watching you from her side-view mirror, eventually getting lost in the sea of people, no longer to be found.

On the other hand, Gun crossed his arms as he huffed in exhaustion. Still scowling, he muttered under his breath saying, “That woman can be such a handful. How the hell did I even manage to deal with her up till now?”

Crystal eyed Gun from behind, as she watched his facial expressions through the rear view mirror.

“Jong Gun.”

Gun’s gaze shifted towards Crystal’s through the mirror once more.

“Yeah?”

“Your maid is really something, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. It’s just that, I sense a change in you somehow, and now I see why. You’ve always been serious about work all the time, yet now, your outlook during work changed a bit. It became more relaxed than before. She must be really special for you to gain her as your housekeeper. To have her to be trusted by you is really a rare sight to see. If DG would’ve seen how the two of you interacted just now, he would’ve thought the same thing.”

Gun’s gaze shifted back towards the window in silence as he leaned into his hand, catching the side of his head.

“How ridiculous…”

. . .

Going through a busy street that you weren’t familiar with can be quite a hassle. The way you were trying to navigate where things were through your phone became so complex, that you still had no idea where you were going or where you should even start searching for groceries. Not even Google Maps could save you.

The heat from the bright sun reigning down on you didn’t help your condition either. The turtle-neck shirt that you were wearing was starting to make you sweat little by little, causing you to fan yourself by tugging at your shirt a few times to get some air circulating underneath you.

Thirty minutes had gone by ever since Gun and Crystal had dropped you off, as your mind started to occupy the thought of Gun in your head. You assumed that he was already in the meeting by now, since Crystal mentioned that it’ll only take five minutes to get there in time from the marketplace.

“I wonder what he’s doing now, now that he’s already in that meeting. He must be busy right now.”

While walking down the street, you saw a huge supermarket from afar as you went straight down the street. The huge store was centered right at the end of the street, which made you feel relieved to have finally found your way through the abundance of small local businesses and small street vendors. As you looked around, you saw a lot of clothing stores, and all kinds of shops with their own unique sets of businesses. Not to mention, there were a lot of restaurants around the area that served all kinds of food such as Korean BBQ, Chinese cuisine, Thai food, and much more. While walking past each unique store, your eyes twinkled in fascination.

Wow, so this is Seoul! Everywhere I go, the places here are always packed full of people. Even at that place that Gun took me yesterday where that Louis Vuitton store was located at, had lots of people out in the streets. This place is kind of like the outdoor market back home in Japan. But, I just wish that I could take mom here with me. She would definitely love this place…

Finally, you have arrived at the massive supermarket. When you walked through the automatic doors, you were already greeted by so many items on display. Your mouth dropped to the floor as you looked around at how huge the place was. On your left near the entrance of the store, were Korean beauty and skincare products in their bright and colorful packaging. Many women consisted mostly of young-adults and young teenaged high school students who just got out of school crowded the area, shopping and trying out samples of the products. On your right side, were small clothing stores that were selling cute clothing full of light bubbly colored clothing with fancy laces and frills. Also, fancy-looking tops, skirts, dresses, shoes, and accessories were out and open for display by old Korean women who have dedicated themselves to selling such clothing. However, those clothes weren’t the only kinds of clothing that they were selling. Right next to it were clothing for men. The men’s side had variety of fashion too. Clothing that seemed to be trending in the Korean market such as soft and grunge streetwear were popular among the adolescent high school boys, along with sophisticated trendy-wear of suits and ties were being sold to male adults as well. With their coats and fancy-looking dress shoes, it seemed like they were almost on par with Gun’s tastes in fashion.

Intrigued by the current trend of men’s fashion, you walked towards that area of men’s clothing, observing all of the clothes that you thought would be a good match for Gun.

I wonder if he’d be willing to wear any of these. All he mostly wore were clothes from expensive brands. Although, it would be nice to gift him something after everything that he had given me. I should at least give him something nice, as a token of my appreciation. Even though he can be a pain in the ass most of the time…

Just the thought of having to buy something for Gun made your heart leap. Luckily, they all seem to be affordable. Your search for a gift for Gun was still on as you looked around the little shop, until something caught your eye from a few feet away. While eyeing a big encased display of men’s ties, you walked towards it in curiosity.

Woah, these are gorgeous!

The ties that were on display had cool colors. From shades of Forest Green to Navy Blue to Lavender, there were so many ties to choose from.

An old man, who you assumed seemed to be in his seventies, caught you staring at the ties. While walking towards you, he greeted you saying, “Welcome Miss, I hope you find something that might catch your eye! We got ties that are made out of fine silk and polyester fabric. If you’d like, just choose one that you’d like to see and I’ll hand it to you for you to take a closer look at it. How does that sound?”

You smiled at the man then nodded in affirmation. “Deal!”

“Alright Miss, I’ll give you a bit of time to choose which one you’d like. I’ll be right back!”

After that, he dashed through an open doorframe that probably leads to the backroom of his shop. As your eyes returned to the laid out ties in front of you, you took a bit of time to think about which color might best suit Gun. You imagined him wearing one of his many branded suits, and just pretended that the ties that are on display were like puzzle pieces. Mixing and matching every tie onto his imaginary self took quite a while. There were too many to choose from, and there were some ties that really looked good on him. The constant indecisive thoughts you had just made it harder for you to decide which one was best for him.

Dammit, why does he have to look good in everything that he wears? He might as well work as a model rather than being a bodyguard. That’ll probably suit him better.

You sighed, knowing that you weren’t getting anywhere with the decision-making at the moment. Thoughts of Gun began to protrude into your head. Those times of when you two would talk to each other, eat with each other, fight with each other (verbally and physically), and enjoy each other’s leisured company had brought a small smile to your face. Even those little sweet moments with him made you giggle to yourself, such as when you went to the store with him and received those nice compliments that you didn’t even expect would come out of his foul mouth. However, those memories transitioned to the steamy memories that you had with Gun, which included all of those indecent acts that wouldn’t be acceptable in public. As a way to snap out of it, you smacked both of your hands really hard onto the sides of your face. The stinging and the burning sensation of pain helped you recover from the inappropriate thoughts that were in your head.

Why the hell was I thinking about THAT just now?! Urgh… I must be insane. Right now, I’m not even sure of what color he likes. I don’t think I even asked him either, but I should get him something that he doesn’t have. At least something that’s new and that he can use. Hm…

While thinking to yourself about which color to choose from, the old man came back from the backroom, carrying a pile of new men’s clothing that have arrived earlier today through delivery. He placed the pile of clothes on top of the counter of the display full of ties with a big huff of his chest, tired from all of the labor he had done since early in the morning.

“So have you chosen a potential tie to look at, Miss?”

Your eyes suddenly caught sight of the old man in front of you, as you looked away from the tie display.

“Oh, y-yes. I think I’ll get… the Navy Blue one.”

“Ah, you’ve chosen the polished one. That’s very sophisticated of you, Miss. It’s even made out of silk too!”

As he unlocked the transparent case with a key from his pocket, he carefully took out the tie that you pointed to then handed it to you afterwards. While taking the tie into your hands, you held it out in front of you to check to see if it was still in good condition.

“Miss, are you planning on giving that to someone?”

“Yes, it’ll be a gift.”

“Ohhh, I see! Would that be for your boyfriend?”

“My… boyfriend?”

Your cheeks suddenly flushed from the embarrassing words that just came out from the old man’s mouth.

Boyfriend, again?! Why do all of these older people always assume that I have a boyfriend?! They could’ve asked if it was for my brother or someone else, but they always have to mention a romantic partner! Well, at least it isn’t as bad as that one waiter, Hyeon-Jin, who mistook us as a married couple…

“To be honest Ahjussi, I wouldn’t call him a ‘boyfriend’. He’s just a… ‘friend’.”

“Hm… a friend, you say? If you wouldn’t call him your ‘boyfriend’, then what’s stopping you?”

“Our relationship is complicated. I… I don’t think he wants to go down that path. And plus, I don’t think he sees me in a ‘romantic’ way.”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Younger people nowadays give up so easily. Miss, if you’re interested in him, then you have to show him how much you really care for him. If not, then he’ll end up becoming lost in his own path. I admit, as an old man who had dealt with past relationships, I was clueless when it comes to love. It isn’t easy for us men to understand women, if they don’t properly communicate about what’s going on in their minds. We don’t know how to, ‘take a hint’, when they expect us to know what they’re REALLY trying to say. I’m not saying that all women don’t know how to convey their own messages, but men can also be at fault too. It might be the same for your friend as well. You wouldn’t know if you don’t have a proper talk with him.”

“Oh…” you were left speechless, not knowing what else to say. The old man had a point. The last time that you and Gun had a talk about where you both stand didn’t really come out directly as you’d wanted it to be. The talk with the old man finally made you realize that you should confront Gun about your feelings for him. You just need to decide when you should do it.

“Ahjussi, you sure hold a lot of wisdom. Maybe you should become a relationship counselor!”

The old man gave a hearty laugh, making him cough a bit from your ridiculous suggestion. “Don’t be silly, girl! I’m only giving you good advice because I haven’t had a customer in a while. Next time, you should bring that friend of yours over here if he’s into this kind of stuff!”

The thought of Gun going to a place like this made you question if he’d actually buy anything since it might not be his thing. Ever since he informed you of his personal tastes in rich items, you thought of how high his standards might be which made you release a doubtful laugh. “I’ll try sir, hahaha… but thank you so much for the advice and the tie! I’ll definitely buy it so I can gift it for him.”

“Oh actually Miss, speaking about the tie, you can customize it somehow.”

“What? Really?”

The old man nodded proudly. “Oh yes, I can actually embroider it by adding anything that you want to it! If you want to add something, for instance, your friend’s initials onto the back of the tie, then I’ll gladly do it for you. But for someone as nice as you Miss, I’ll do it for free!”

“Huh?! No, no Mister, let me pay!It’s the right thing to do. I can’t possibly take it without paying for your additional services. You worked hard for it!”

“No Miss, it’s ok! I’m offering you this because this is my way of also repaying you for coming by to my shop today and for buying something. Originally, it would have been thirty-four thousand won (twenty-six U.S. dollars), but since I’m giving you something for free, you’ll just have to pay me twenty-six thousand won (twenty U.S. dollars). Also, you don’t know how much I appreciate you buying something from me. You really made my day, so thanks kid!”

The old man’s words and the grateful smile on his face made your heart melt, knowing that you contributed to keeping his business going. No matter how small it is, you can tell that this old man genuinely loved what he does and his shop really meant a lot to him.

“Aw stop it Mister, you’re going to make me blush! I’m just happy to have come across such a lovely store. I’ll definitely go to you whenever I want to shop for more gifts!”

“Oh please, you’re pulling my leg! If that’s the case, then call me Mr. Nam. I look forward to seeing you in the future as a welcomed customer!”

“And as your ‘future welcomed customer’, you can call me (Y/N) Sasaki!”

After exchanging final words with each other about the customization, Mr. Nam told you to come back in about forty-five minutes since that’s how long it usually takes for him to embroider a person’s initials onto ties. He explained that it takes careful precision to fill the outlines of each letter, so he must take it slow. Politely, you nodded respectfully as you understood the process of customization that will be taken place.

When you said your “goodbye for now”, you left the old man while making your way to the actual fresh produce that you needed to buy for you and Gun’s living necessities. While shopping for groceries, you found a lot of interesting appliances of all sorts. Air fryers, portable electric stoves, and many more household objects that you’ve never seen before had you drawn to them in a flash. However, you caught yourself from getting distracted once more, as you forced yourself to ignore them and walk towards the actual produce aisles.

From the imaginary shopping list in your head, you just got all of the food that you believed to be missing from the fridge. Eggs, milk, bread, meat, fruits, a bottle of water (for something else) and all other essential foods were marked off of the shopping list that you should’ve written in the first place.

Who needs a shopping list when I’ve got good memory?

After paying for the groceries, you head back to the old man’s shop to see if he was already done with the customization for the tie. You peeked your head inside the shop as you called out to the old man. “Mr. Nam, I’m back! Is the tie ready yet?”

You waited for a few minutes for a reply back from him until you heard him yell from inside the backroom saying, “It’s finally done!” Eagerly, you headed over to the counter to meet with him as you watched him walk out of the backroom, wearing glasses this time, holding a small black narrow box with a dark blue ribbon wrapped around it in his hand. As he set it down on the counter to open it, he lifted the silk tie up from the box and flipped it over to show you the embroidered letters engraved behind the bottom base of the tie that said “𝓙.𝓖.𝓟.” in small solid-black cursive letters.

Your eyes widened in awe, making you clasp your mouth in surprise from what a fantastic job that Mr. Nam had done with the embroidery of the letters. Their intricacy amazed you, as you ran your fingers across the bold letters of Gun’s initials.

“Wow Mr. Nam, this is amazing! This is truly a great skill that you have. And you even made sure that it’s been stitched on there properly too. Thank you so much! How much do I have to pay for again?”

“You’re welcome, Ms. Sasaki. Anything for a wonderful customer! And that’ll be an even twenty-six thousand won.”

Your hand reached out to the zipper of your bag until your hand paused, hovering over it. You were reminded by another important thing that Gun told you to do while you’re out on your own.

“Okay… And by the way Mr. Nam, do you know if there’s a doctor’s clinic nearby? I have the name of the doctor and her address written right here.” You pulled out the paper that Gun gave you and showed it to Mr. Nam.

“Yes, yes… I recognize this place. Once you exit through the front doors of this supermarket, just turn left and go straight down the street that you just turned left on. Once you reached two blocks, there will be a big building on the corner of that street that says ‘Ahn’s Medical Clinic’. It’ll be noticeable once you see the big sign at the front of it.”

“Oh okay, thank you!”

While resuming to rummage through your bag for your wallet, you found one of the bills of money that you saved from Ryuji, that “job agency” guy who brought you here in the first place. The man was probably yakuza to begin with, and you’ll never forgive that bastard for trying to sell you off to a bunch of thugs. You realized that the money that he gave you was supposed to go to the hands of those shady Korean men, who Gun already beat up into a pulp. But, at least you still have some of the cash that Ryuji gave you before you left for Korea.

What twisted assholes. This money was actually for their compensation, and not for mine.

The thought of those guys almost getting away with you being taken by them made your hands clench tightly around the money and your stomach to turn uncomfortably. If it wasn’t for you who had stuck up for yourself, for Goo to have discovered you in that alley that day, and for Gun who hadn’t thwarted with their operation by beating them all up, then you currently wouldn’t have been in good hands in the first place. It is safe to say that you got lucky.

“Sorry Mr. Nam, I only have a fifty thousand won bill (thirty-eight U.S. dollars) on me at the moment…”

“Oh don’t worry about it kid, all’s well.” He pulled out his wallet to try and give your remaining change, but all of the money he had got from his wallet wasn’t enough. “I don’t have enough money on me right now. I’ll be right back!”

You nodded, watching Mr. Nam head straight back inside the backroom to the shop. Mr. Nam searched through a bunch of boxes on shelves, pushing each one that he touched aside until finally, he grabbed onto a locked mini safe. His hands pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, as he picked through each one. Eventually, he found the right key for the safe as he managed to unlock it. In a rush, he hurriedly counted the amount of money needed for your change from the safe, then locked it afterwards once he got the right amount of cash in his hands.

“Miss Sasaki, I got your-”

When he returned back to the front counter of his shop, you were nowhere to be seen. Even the box with the tie was gone. Mr. Nam panicked for a while trying to frantically search around the vicinity of the shop but to no avail, he couldn’t find you. He decided to give up as he sighed, forming a defeated smile on his face.

“Aeesh— that girl! After giving those free custom initials on it for her, she still ended up paying me back for it but with extra cash. Ugh… That friend of hers is lucky to have someone as kind as her by his side. I hope their situation will work out in the end.”

. . .

After following Mr. Nam’s directions, you made your way into the doctor’s clinic. When you walked straight up to the front counter of the waiting room, you met eyes with one of the assistants who was just sitting there playing Candy Crush while waiting for one of the doctors to call her for the next patient to be sent to get checked up. The assistant immediately turned her phone off then put it back into her pocket, before awkwardly clearing her throat with a small cough.

“Hello, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, I’m here for a check-up to see Doctor…”

Your hand reached into your pocket as you looked down to read off the name of Gun’s doctor from the slip of paper that he gave you.

“Doctor… Ahn?”

“Ohhh Doctor Ahn. Okay, I’ll have you sign this for me first before you can take a seat to wait for her over there.”

The assistant handed you a clip-board for you to sign your name on it. After doing so, you sat down on an empty seat, waiting for them to call you once the doctor is ready to see you. You let out a tired sigh from the amount of tasks you had to go through just to get a pill.

What a day! I didn’t know that I have to see a doctor first just to get a single pill to prevent pregnancy. Everything’s a hassle, but it’s for the best. At least Gun was knowledgeable enough to even know about all this stuff. I guess he’s just trying to look out for himself too, since he doesn’t want any troubles with an unwanted pregnancy to occur. Man, this puts myself to shame. I should’ve done research on this for my own safety, since I’m a woman. It isn’t safe for a lady, such as myself, to go through things blindly like this. I should be more careful from now on…

While waiting, you had the sudden urge to go through your phone to prevent boredom from killing you slowly. You found yourself drawn back to the message that Nurse Aya sent you, in which you finally responded to her:

“Hi Nurse Aya, it’s been a while. Thank you for taking care of Mom all this time, you have been a really huge help to not just Mom, but for me as well. I’m sorry for just replying to you now, I had a lot of things going on over here in Korea. But I know that doesn’t excuse myself for neglecting Mom. I am ashamed to even be called her daughter for just forgetting about her like that due to my own selfishness and for that, I’m sorry to you and Mom. I wish I can see how she’s doing in person, and I plan to call her at least once a week from now on. That will now be my main priority. I hope you’ll continue to care for my mom in the future, and I look forward to hearing your frequent progress of my mom’s condition!”

After sending the message, the door into the doctor’s office swung open as you heard the assistant call your name, seeing her peek her head out of the door.

“(Y/N) Sasaki, the doctor is ready to see you!”

Right away, you put your phone away while walking through the doorframe that led you deeper into the doctor’s clinic. The assistant walked in front of you, guiding you through the maze of rooms until she made you sit in a room where you see a middle-aged woman wearing a white doctor’s coat with glasses sitting on a chair that was placed right next to the patient’s chair. The assistant bowed respectfully at Dr. Ahn as she closed the door behind her after guiding you to the room. When you made eye contact with the doctor, she smiled at you before gesturing for you to sit on the chair beside her.

“Please, take a seat right over here.”

You nodded while obediently taking a seat on the chair next to her.

“So you must be the patient that Jong Gun Park mentioned today through the phone. I heard that you’re here because you want to be prescribed with some sort of birth control, is that correct?”

You nodded shyly while sitting in your seat.

“Very well. To be honest, I was surprised that he would even call to schedule an appointment for someone else. I’ve known him for about three years now, and that really did peaked my interest since I didn’t take him for the type to do that for another person. However, I won’t get into the personal matters of my patients. For now, I’d like to assess you first with some questions, if that’s alright with you. That way, I’ll be able to prescribe the right contraception for you as soon as possible. However, the questions will be a bit personal since they will be about your sexual history and activity. It’s alright if you don’t want to disclose certain information with me. Just answer the questions that you find are the ‘most comfortable’ for you to answer. Okay?”

“O-okay Doctor…”

“Good. Now let’s begin.”

You were nervous to be asked personal questions related to your sexual activity with Gun. Although, every time she would ask a question, you felt your face heat up exponentially the more that they got personal.

“When was the first time that you had sexual intercourse with someone?

Woah, she went straight to the point.

“Um… yesterday…?”

“Was it protected or unprotected sex?”

“It was… unprotected.”

“How long ago was it?”

“Uhhh about… fifteen to sixteen hours ago…?”

I don’t even know if that’s even accurate.

“Has there been another instance since then that you’ve engaged in sexual activity?”

“Ummm… yesss…”

“And when did that take place?”

Right now, you could already tell that your face was really red due to the immense amount of embarrassment that you felt in just one sitting. You were thankful that Dr. Ahn wasn’t looking at you while she jotted down notes on her clipboard, recording all the responses you had. She was clearly mindful of what her patients had to deal with every time they see her, so she understands the position that you’re in right now. In that moment, your mind crossed Gun, imagining that if he was with you right now, he would’ve found this appointment to be very entertaining based on your reactions to every question that Dr. Ahn threw at you.

Hesitantly, you replied with, “Earlier… this afternoon…”

The long pause of silence while the scribbles from Dr. Ahn’s pen was all the noises that you heard in the room, making you want to shrivel up in agony and disappear into oblivion.

I’m so glad that asshole isn’t here right now. If he was, I swear, I would’ve-

“How long have you been with your sexual partner for?”

“For… almost a month now.”

“Currently, do you plan on getting pregnant?”

“Huh…?”

Why is she asking that?

“No Doctor, not at all.”

“Do you think that you’ll be continuing to engage in sexual activities with your partner?”

Uhhhh… what the hell…?

“Well… I’m not sure Doctor.”

“Hm… alright. Based on the responses that you’ve given me, I will prescribe you with the Morning-After Pill for today so that it’ll prevent you from having an unwanted pregnancy. And since you’re unsure about whether or not you’ll be having sexual intercourse again in the future, I’ll be putting you in a birth control pill plan, in which you will receive a pack every month. I don’t want you to have to seek out the Morning-After Pill every time you unexpectedly have unprotected sex since the dosage of hormones in it is much higher than a daily birth control pill and could cause an abnormal fluctuation to your monthly cycle. The Morning-After Pill isn’t meant to be taken regularly like ordinary birth control pills, since they’re only used for emergencies. Also, when you purchase a pack every month without insurance, it is still quite affordable. You’ll just have to pay out-of-pocket every time you purchase it from the pharmacy, if that’s fine with you.”

Ah, so that’s why she was asking those questions. That makes a lot of sense now, but wait a minute. Since she’ll put me on the birth control pill plan, then that means…

You gasped to yourself in realization.

That means I’ll be having frequent sex with Gun from now on, huh? Ah… and things just keep getting complicated between the two of us. Does that mean that I’ll be his ‘fuck buddy’ if we continue this? Will I just be someone who is there to help satisfy his sexual desires whenever he wants to?

“Ms. Sasaki, is there something wrong?”

You didn’t realize that you were lost in thought until Dr. Ahn’s voice brought you back to the present. While nodding, she got up from her seat to get a piece of paper from a small yellow notepad then wrote down your prescription on it. After signing it, she handed you the slip of paper as you folded it up and put it in your pocket.

“The pharmacy is close by from here. All you have to do is just head straight down from this clinic to the next street and look for the sign that says ‘SEOUL PHARMACY’. When you go to the pharmacy, show that hand-written prescription to them and they will give the medication to you right away. You’ll just have to pay them for the pills. Also, the reason why I didn’t give you a short health examination with your height, weight, and whatnot is because Mr. Park told me that you’re only here to get a prescription from me, so I shouldn’t even bother with all of that. And… I think that’s all I have to tell you. Do you have any follow-up questions, Ms. Sasaki?”

“Oh yes, I have a few questions. Would there be any side-effects when I take them?”

“Yes, there might be side-effects to them. You just have to monitor them yourself such as headaches, dizziness, nausea, stomach pain, etc. However, if you think that your body is changing severely due to the medication, such as excessive bleeding while taking the medication, then please contact me immediately. Here is my phone number.”

From her doctor’s coat, she handed you a business card of the name of her clinic, her name, the address of the clinic, and all of her contact information. You took the card gratefully, bowing in appreciation in return for her thoughtfulness.

“Thank you Dr. Ahn. I also have one more question. Can I stop taking the pills anytime and cancel the monthly prescription anytime?”

“Yes, you can. You can contact me if you want to stop taking them, and I’ll gladly call the pharmacy for you so that you won’t be charged with any additional fees once you stop receiving them.”

“Ohhh I see. Thank you so much Dr. Ahn, I really appreciate it! You’re very knowledgeable about all this stuff, so I’m glad to have consulted with you first before getting the prescription made for me.”

Dr. Ahn let out a charming laugh, as she opened the door for you to walk back out to the waiting room of her clinic. “Oh it’s nothing dear. I didn’t study just primary care, but also gynecology as well. So, if you still have any questions, then just contact me anytime and I’ll be happy to answer them. Also please take care of that idiot, Jong Gun Park. He always gets himself into serious injuries, and I have to scold him every time he comes to me for something that he broke in his body. He doesn’t take care of his body like a normal person would and he doesn’t listen, so please advise him for me. And also…”

She leaned in and whispered into your ear before you took your leave out the door saying, “I hope you two manage to hit it off.” When she pulled herself away from you, she gave you a small wink making you blush once more as she followed you out the door.

After giving her a final bow of your thanks, you quickly said goodbye to her and her clinic’s assistant before carefully shutting the front door of her clinic behind you.

It’s been a few hours and Gun was already bored out of his mind. While sitting there, listening to Charles Choi and DG exchanging words together about the stock market and DG’s upcoming plans as a k-pop idol, Gun crossed his arms and sighed in frustration, silently hoping for the meeting to end as soon as possible. He could have done other things than just sitting here, listening to them talk about unnecessary crap after they already discussed promptly over their plans of maintaining control over parts of Korea with the crews.

In actuality, the rest of the geniuses who were seated around the wide table in their leather chairs felt the same way. While Gun was looking around the room, he saw the purple-haired high school freshman, named Kouji, was just sitting in his chair across from Gun while playing Genshin Impact on his phone underneath the table on mute. His posture while sitting on his chair was improper, as if he was still sitting across his beloved computer screen. Crystal Choi, who was seated next to her father near the far end of the table, was just nodding her head intently while listening in on her father’s words and DG’s words just for the sake of being respectful. On the other hand, Goo who was seated right next to Gun’s right side was secretly on his phone too. The “meeting” that they were having was not going to stop Goo from shopping online on Coupang (Amazon, but for Korea) for a new set of swords.

Gun’s eyebrows scrunched up at how ridiculous this all was, while sighing tiredly into his hand set on his forehead. Currently, his mind was wandering off to various thoughts that were now filling his head to distract himself from the never-ending pain of boredom. Technically, the thoughts that he had in his head were all about you.

Just for you to take him away from his work became a nice afterthought for him. He was surprised at how he wouldn’t ever think to see the day that he’d wanted to see you so badly in his life. Previously, all those times of you just lounging around in his house whenever he came home, or when you’d just eat with him at the table in the dining area didn’t really draw him in as something “special” to look forward to. But now, he realized how much he’d wanted to do that with you rather than being stuck to a chair, waiting to be excused by Charles Choi. Gun was beginning to miss your presence, as he just couldn’t help himself from getting distracted by you. Your smile over the simplest of things. Your laugh whenever you teased each other. Your cute little frown whenever you were annoyed or upset with something that Gun had done or said. Even the way you fight during training, with those fierce movements of yours. Your swiftness of kicks. Your stealthy jabs. Your restless spirit. And he thought that’s all there was to you? No, he was mistaken. He LOVED getting you riled up that even just by the thought of getting on your bad side sometimes made him chuckle to himself. Sure, you got a bratty attitude from time to time, but he’d love to teach you a lesson. He loved the thought of enforcing his own heated lust onto you, which would make him want to always dominate you. His intrusive thoughts of having to restrain you, to force you to bend backwards for him. To follow every order, every command of his, just to see you crumble under his own touch definitely got him hard on the spot. Just to watch a strong woman like you dissipate into a lowly submissive servant only for him, would make him go crazy. He wouldn’t have known that your unruly rebellious attitude would also be alluring. Like from what happened earlier today, your cunning wiles didn’t only make him furious, but turned on as well. Such bold moves coming from you wasn’t an understatement. It wasn’t something that he could just ignore, just like that. It was like an invitation for him. A sweet challenge that he gladly took. If only the two of you weren’t rushed by Crystal to finish each other off earlier, he would’ve done even more terribly bad things to you. He would love to see his strong hand wrapped around your neck like a collar while watching you writhe in intermingling feeling of pain and pleasure. He’ll gladly give both just for you, and only you if you beg for him to do so.

If only you were here with him right now, he thought. Gun would’ve forced you to please him from underneath the table right about now. With those peachy lips of yours, wrapped around his entire length. Your tongue would be doing wonders to him, twirling around his cock while softly taking him whole. His hand would’ve brushed your hair back from your scalp, while caressing your beautiful face once your head goes up and down on him, while trying not to make a sound that would blow your cover. Gun would’ve made you do that for hours without end, getting you all tired because of his own dick in your mouth. He would’ve had your lips all swollen and your tongue throbbing just from the hours of friction between your mouth and his own private. If there was ever a possibility that Charles Choi would make all of the other geniuses turn their attention to Gun, he would’ve shoved his whole cock into that pretty mouth of yours, and have himself stay in your mouth for a while until Gun was done talking. He would’ve held onto your head from behind, making you struggle to not gag from underneath the table while everybody’s eyes were still on him from above. Imagining your eyes to water from his huge length touching all the way to the back of your throat really had Gun excited from underneath the table during the meeting. Once the meeting would end, he’d make sure that everybody had left the room until it was time for him to take you out from underneath the table for him to bend you over onto the table and take you right there and right now. Fuck, if only that was real.

While Gun was still lost in his own sexual daydream, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate in one of his pockets, which snapped him out of his sensual thoughts of you. First, his eyes scanned around the table to see if the rest are still distracted until he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. From underneath the table, he checked to see what was the cause to his phone vibrating and he saw that he just got a text message notification. He opened it and to his surprise, it was you. It was the first time that he has ever received a text message from you and he wondered what made you text him first out of the blue. When he opened the text message, it read:

“Sorry to disturb you but this is a little bit of an emergency. I’m not sure if this is the right one, but do you think I actually got it?”

With the message that you sent, there was an attachment of a picture. When Gun opened it, it was a picture that displays your hand holding onto a box that literally says “Morning-After Pill” on it. Your slow mindedness made him let out a small chuckle as he texted back with:

“It literally says Morning-After Pill on the box idiot. Look at it first before going to me to figure it out.”

It wasn’t too long until Gun received a message from you that says:

“I just wanted to make surrrrrre!!!!! Why do you have to be such an 🍑 about it???? >:( ”

“🍑 ?”

“A S S.”

“Oh so that’s what that meant. I thought you called me a peach for a second. I guess your grammatical errors weren’t on accident, so I’ll let it go.”

“Geez you’re such an old fart sometimes. Gun the Old Fart 🥱💨”

“At least I know how to identify what’s right from wrong. For example, I can tell what a Morning-After Pill is from reading the actual box. Unlike someone that I know.”

“Uuuuugggghhhh. Like I said. I just wanted to make SURE. Yk, you really don’t know how to let things go. Like that stupid bowl that you kept pestering me about for not washing it quick enough like wtf???”

“That’s because you still can’t wash it fast enough. Even an old woman can do the job better than you.”

“OH, SO YOU WANNA GO THERE? FINE!! 😤When we get back home, we’re eating those leftover desserts and we’re using THOSE bowls. When you give yours to me to wash it, you better time me. If I wash it under a minute, you better stop talking ab that stupid bowl!!! 😈 ”

Gun smirked at your ridiculous challenge from behind his phone screen before he sent a message to you, replying:

“Alright, deal. However, I’d like to add something to that.”

“What is it? 🤔”

Gun’s smirk widened while typing up his message before sending it to you:

“If you lose, you’ll have to do whatever I say for a day.”

While waiting for your message, his foot started to tap impatiently onto the floor until he finally received a message from you.

“Only for a day? Plzzzzz. You can go big or go home Gun. Ik that I’ll wipe the floor with you over a stupid bowl any day, so think bigger. 🥱🥱🥱”

“How bold of you to assume that you’ve won already. The challenge hasn’t even started yet. Actually, the thing that I want to add is that you’ll have to be my personal slave for a week. But on one condition: You’re NOT allowed to say NO to whatever I tell you to do.”

For some reason, it took a few minutes for him to wait patiently for a reply back from you. Once he felt the buzz on his phone go off, he quickly opened the message that you sent that said:

“D E A L. 🤝 And if I WIN, then you’ll have to let me eat whenever I want!!! Snacks AND desserts. 🍮🍰 Even the ones that are considered to be unhealthy. All of that for a week! It’s only fair to make my condition last for a week too, like yours.”

“That’s a very mild request, coming from a greedy woman such as yourself. But fine. I’ll accept it.”

“Greedy…? What the hell do you take me for? Perv. 😑”

“That’s your own assumption, not mine.”

“I hate you.”

“Let’s see if you’ll say that in bed next time.”

“GUN I STG!!!!”

Amused by your expressive reactions to his messages, he was immersed in the conversation that he was having with you through texting as the two of you kept exchanging messages back and forth. However, Gun didn’t notice that Goo finally had his head up from his phone, now staring at him in curiosity. As Goo scooted his seat over to him, he leaned over Gun’s right shoulder to peek at what he was up to on his phone.

“Hmmmm…? What are ya doing there, buddy?”

In an instant, Gun hit the power button on the side of his phone then faced the phone screen flat down on his left thigh. He turned his head towards Goo and hissed silently at him saying, “Fuck off. You’re annoying.”

Goo gave a smug smirk while resting his arms over the back of his head, casually leaning back into his chair like he was in some imaginary vacation setting. “What an interesting conversation. In just one second, all I caught from those texts was the word ‘perv’ on there. So Gun, who’s the actual ‘perv’ here? Is it you?”

In the inside, Gun wanted to immediately rip off Goo’s annoying smile on his face but since they were still in the middle of the meeting, he couldn’t beat the shit out of him whenever he wanted to. Gun thought that it was a bit unusual of him to not be fazed by you calling him a “perv”. But when Goo did it, Gun reacted as violently as any other day when Goo would annoy him. Well, he just got used to your immaturity, that’s all.

Without any reaction whatsoever, Gun dryly said, “Are you sure that you got the right prescription glasses on for today? You should probably get a check-up soon because your eyesight is getting worse.”

Goo scoffed as he crossed his arms, now annoyed by the clap-back that he got from Gun just now. “Hmph, you’re no fun.”

Gun ignored Goo as his attention was now back at his phone. It has been a bit over five minutes already and you still haven’t replied back to him at all. He waited for his phone to vibrate for ten minutes but there was no reply yet, so he kept on waiting. The time dragged on until it had reached thirty minutes. And then a whole other hour had passed. Which then turned into another thirty minutes that passed by.

Gun gritted his teeth as his hand around his phone clenched tighter than before. He was starting to wonder what the hell has happened to you and what was taking you so long to send a simple text back to him.

But little did he know, you were faced with an unexpected dilemma on your own.

. . .

“HEY ASSHOLE, GIVE ME BACK MY PHONE, YOU PHONE SNATCHER!!!”

Somewhere down the streets of Seoul, your feet bounded onto the pavement as you chased after the guy who suddenly stole your phone while still holding onto the bags of groceries that you had in your hands. While you were out in the street, you were too distracted to even look at your surroundings when you exited the pharmacy. That was around the time when you started texting Gun, and you got addicted to texting him back. When you were walking down the street with your eyes still glued to your phone, you didn’t notice a guy wearing a dirty hoodie who was just standing against the wall, staring at his surroundings intently. As you walked past him, his eyes followed you and, noticing that your full attention was on your phone, he decided to stalk you from behind. When you stopped at a pedestrian walk to wait for the signal to go, you decided to take the Morning-After Pill that you got from the pharmacy, as you unboxed the pill and took out a bottle of water that you bought from the supermarket. At the same time, you held your phone by putting it in between your tucked-in elbow and the side of your body, basically trying to just pin it on there for only a minute so that it wouldn’t fall. After popping the pill into your mouth and taking enough sips of water to let it go down your throat, you slid the water bottle back into your plastic grocery bag. And right when you were about to put the empty box of the Morning-After Pill away, the guy who was standing behind you suddenly snatched your phone from underneath your grasp. Your eyes widened in horror, as you saw the guy running away with it when the pedestrian crossing light turned green. “HEY!!! GET BACK HERE WITH MY PHONE!!!”

Now, an hour and a half has passed since your phone was stolen. Surprisingly, you would’ve ran out of breath by now but thanks to the training that you’ve received under Gun’s tutelage, you were still on this guy’s tracks like a cheetah barely missing an antelope by a hair. You continued to yell for him to stop and to give back your phone, but you could feel your legs starting to go numb from the amount of pressure that you constantly put on your legs. Your thighs and your joints were starting to tingle as it was slowing you down to the point that you couldn’t resist the urge to suddenly stop to catch your breath. While standing there on the sidewalk, panting your lungs out, an astonishing thing happened. You felt a gust of wind brush past you, which sent a cold shiver down your spine. For some reason, you couldn’t quite get a good glimpse of what passed you just now, but you caught a silhouette of a person who just ran past you at such a rapid speed. Once you got the energy to continue onwards, you followed that person from behind and eventually, you made it to the scene.

There was a dead end right in front of you, as you now saw two people standing a few meters away from each other. One of them you recognized, was the hooded bastard who was still holding onto your phone. The other guy, however, was someone you didn’t recognize. Actually, this was the first time that you’ve seen someone like him in person.

This guy was gorgeous! He looked like he could be some sort of model, actor, or even a k-pop idol! A major pretty boy. He had black hair that was combed to one side of his face. His face had a sharp chin, with a high nose bridge and dazzling eyes that could honestly blind someone. His physique was tall, and well-built with wide shoulders. Not bulging in obvious muscles, but you had a feeling he was above-average in health, enough to be fitter than the ordinary person. Although, his outfit seemed like it was an ordinary school uniform. While wearing a royal blue school jacket matched with his tie, a light yellow vest underneath his jacket, gray jeans, and Valentino shoes that looked super expensive, your impression of this kid made you think that he must be the typical rich and handsome pretty boy that you usually see in those high school k-dramas. While eyeing this kid, your eyes suddenly focused on a badge that was pinned on the left side of his jacket that said, “Jaewon High” on it.

Wahhh… ikemen! And, Jaewon High? Is there a school nearby?

While silently watching the two of them from afar, the guy with the hoodie yelled at the school boy saying, “Get back kid, if you know what’s good for ya! This isn’t even your business in the first place so don’t try and stop me!”

While walking towards the hooded jerk, the teenager rolled each of his shoulders, as if testing out how far he can throw a mean punch at him. “I’m sorry Mister, but I can’t let you go. Not unless you give me back the phone that you stole from that young woman.”

“Tch, you’re starting to piss me off kid. Well it doesn’t matter, because I’ll just have to BEAT YOU RIGHT HERE!!!” As the scumbag started running towards the teenager at full speed with his fist extended outwards, you panicked as you cried out to the young man saying, “LOOK OUT!!!”

The teenaged boy kept his composure while still stepping towards the jerk with a dangerous look in his eyes. While the hooded bastard was nearing in on him, the young man breathed in deeply, preparing himself for what was about to come.

Shit, shit, shit, shit!!! I need to help this kid out somehow… I know at least some moves… Urgh, that’s it. I need to get in there, quick before it’s too late!”

Right when your feet started to rush closer towards the scene, you stopped in your tracks as you witnessed something incredible that happened right in front of you. When the phone snatcher was closing in on him, ready to aim for the young teenager with a blow to the face, the boy instantly reached towards the floor sideways, as if he was going to do a summersault. However, when he lifted himself up from the ground, he flipped over twice by using the floor as his support until his foot landed on the side of the phone snatcher’s face, sending a powerful blow to his jaw. From shock, your mouth gaped wide open in disbelief, as you saw how the young man just made the phone stealer’s jaw bleed while sending him to fly sideways, straight into the concrete wall of a building. When the face of the stealer hit the wall with impact first, you swore that you could’ve heard his skull crack, along with his limp body that caused a huge fissure on the wall to appear after his body collided with it. At that moment, you were left speechless at how the kid didn’t even break a sweat while pulling that move off on his own.

DAMN, WHO THE HELL IS THIS KID AND WHAT IS HE?! HE FINISHED HIM OFF IN ONE BLOW! AND- Oh my god, my phone!!!

While searching for your phone, you found it on the floor next to the guy’s unconscious body. However, now, the screen was cracked when you picked it up and was probably broken from how hard it made contact with the wall.

“Oh no, my phone…”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin your phone in the process!”

Your eyes followed the source of the teenage school boy’s voice, as you shook your head in reassurance. “It’s ok, don’t feel bad about it! I know you had good intentions to help me out, and for that, thank you so much! We need more people like you in this world, so please continue to do good for others.” You smiled at him before bowing to him with gratitude.

The boy gave a bashful laugh while simultaneously rubbing the back of his neck. “Will do ma’am.”

“Oh, um… do you think he’s still alive?”

The two of you looked at the bloody mess behind you, as the criminal laid there unconsciously.

“Umm… probably? Haha…”

“Probably? What if you killed him?!”

“I don’t think I did…?” The teen walked towards the guy and knelt down to check his pulse from the guy’s neck. Your breathing stopped, awaiting his response to the man’s condition until he sighed in relief. “Yup, he’s still alive.”

Like him, you gave a sigh of relief as well. “Phew, thank god. I would’ve gotten a heart attack if you didn’t sense his pulse.”

“Hey, that means that I’d have two bodies to carry to the hospital instead of one!”

“Yeahhh, that doesn’t really sound too pleasant to begin with…”

The two of you shared a small cheerful moment by laughing together, trying to distract yourselves from the close occurrence of accidental murder that could’ve gone badly right in front of you.

“Even with a broken phone now in my hand, I’d still like to say my thanks for trying to help me out. Um… what was your name again?”

“Oh! It’s-”

“Daniel!!!”

Daniel…? I feel like I’ve heard of that name before. I can’t seem to pinpoint where I’ve heard it from…

From the corner of your eye, you and Daniel turned around to see a group of high school kids bolting towards him, who seemed to be around the same age as him. There were three guys and three girls in the group. The first guy had an orange jumpsuit on, but this man was very fit. To you, his muscles screamed workout junkie and the smell of Axe body spray was emitting right from him. The second guy seemed to be a specialist in trendy streetwear with his black Nike activewear and his rare Nike Air Jordan 1 Retro High Off-White Chicago shoes. The third guy was blonde, with hair covering his eyes. His hairstyle made you wonder if he could even see through his hair. The guy was wearing expensive brands such as a Louis Vuitton coat, a Valentino t-shirt underneath, and Gucci shoes, which somewhat reminded you of Gun’s tastes in clothing. As for Daniel’s female friends, there was a girl who was wearing the same outfit as Daniel, except she had a short skirt that reached up to her thighs. Her hair was mid-length, as the tips of her hair barely passed over her shoulders. Another girl who had light brown hair tied in a bun, was just wearing a simple purple hoodie, jeans, and white Vans sneakers. And lastly, the third girl had a cutesy look to her. Her hair was styled in pigtails, as she was wearing a cute beige beret while wearing brown overalls connected as a one-piece shorts with a white off-the-shoulder blouse underneath her overalls. She even had black polished Dr. Martens boots, that complimented her entire outfit.

The girl who had the same uniform as him, was the first to call out to him. As all of them followed behind her, you could feel their eyes stare at Daniel then switched to you. Their eyes alternated between you and Daniel with a questioning look on each of their faces.

“Sorry guys, I just left without saying anything. How did you all find me?”

The buff workout junkie pointed at the girl with the school uniform on. “Zoe was the one who had the good eye here. We were just following her, hoping that she’ll lead us to you.”

While listening in on their conversation, you somehow felt like you’ve heard of that name before as well.

Zoe…? Where did I hear that name from? It sounds familiar to me too, but I can’t remember where I heard that name before. Hmm…

“What happened over there?” The streetwear expert asked, pointing at the aftermath that Daniel had caused.

Daniel turned around to look at where the Nike guy was pointing at as he chuckled in embarrassment. “Ohhh, well you see, I heard uh… what was your name again? Sorry…”

“No, no, it’s ok! And it’s (Y/N).”

“I heard (Y/N) yelling down the street, and I saw her chasing after that guy who stole her phone. I wanted to help and so, I left you guys without thinking. I’m sorry! I should’ve told you that I would be right back…”

“It’s okay Daniel, we all know you were just trying to help! That’s why you’re our friend in the first place.” said the girl, whose name was apparently Zoe.

The rest of his friends nodded in agreement, while you stood there awkwardly. Simultaneously, you couldn’t help but feel moved for Daniel’s urge to help others.

He’s like a hero. What selflessness… How admirable. I didn’t know that there were still people like him in the world.

Daniel rubbed the back of his neck in a humble manner, feeling embarrassed for being put on the spot like that. You could tell that he’s the type who wasn’t used to always being complimented, as you giggled to yourself about his cute personality.

Ah, kids these days. They’re still pure as ever.

After being introduced to each of Daniel’s friends by him and by introducing yourself in return, you returned out to the open street with the group, carrying your bag of groceries with you.

Finally you parted ways with the group, waving goodbye to them as they did with you as well. With a final, “Thanks again, Daniel!”, he gave a charming smile while waving back to you saying, “Anytime!” Both of your backs turned to each other, as you now walked your own separate ways.

Ah great, now I have to find my way back without a phone. I don’t even know where I’m at right now, or how to even get there. Ugh… this sucks. That Daniel, is really something…

All of a sudden, a gear clicked in your head as if you finally unlocked a memory that was buried deep inside of your head. A memory that was brought back from the very beginning. It definitely came from Gun and Goo’s conversation that you overheard back then when they first found you in Korea, as you now remembered…

“Was that… Daniel Park?”

[End of Ch. VI]

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hello! i just found your account and i’m in love with your ocs! pls, let me know if you still write and if your requests are open?

(people still use that steve rogers psa meme, right?)

hello, darling 🖤 I’m sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

to be honest, this ask sent me into a little bit of a tailspin - through no fault of yours, you’re perfectly fine and I’m flattered you wrote in!! ♥️ it was just one of those things where I thought it hadn’t really been that long since I posted something, and I try to still hang out and reblog pretty often, until I realized I probably haven’t really posted a new snippet since… whenever I posted the teasers for Vol. II? :’D and my last full piece was probably paint the town red, so I just had a small spiral of gloom at how long it had actually been since I posted anything of substance for my necromancers.

things had been getting kind of intense between being on the job market and trying to work on my stupid fucking dissertation, so obviously compared to when I started this blog in the second year of the pandemic, I hadn’t been having as much time to write. now I have a full time Real Person job and I’m in the last semester (PLEASE GOD) of said dissertation work, so while I’m in a more stable place than I was last year in some ways, things have gotten even more intense in other ways, and honestly I’ve been kind of stressed about how little time I’ve been able to spend here :’D

so like, while I don’t blame you at all for asking if I’m still writing for them, I had a bit of an “OH NO щ(ﾟДﾟщ)” reaction bc I just realized that while I think about the Morvants constantly every day, that… doesn’t always transfer to blog activity lol

I also have to admit, I had a hard time with comfort asks/requests for a while, bc I got way too in my own head about writing them. I was worried about everyone having a similar word count or romance factor bc I wanted them all to seem fair and equal, but then I also got worried that they were going to be too repetitive and same-y and people would get bored. and like!! it’s not that deep in the grand scheme of things, I absolutely am aware of that!! :’D but eventually I got embarrassed I was taking so long on top of that, and I just kind of paused the ones I was writing bc I got too hung up on myself

in the middle of all this, I was having ideas for Maxi as usual (he’s my first and thus designed to be my own personal comfort blorbo ngl), but I’ve been trying more to focus on Hex, Seth, and Rora, so I was kind of tabling what plot bunnies I did have to keep waiting for ones that I didn’t yet… and thus, here we are :’D

so like. maybe this is an excellent ask for me to hit “reset” with, and just remember that I Am Just Writing For Fun, and that I’m just sharing them to have fun with y’all, and start fresh in my own brain by getting rid of all the dumb rules I seem to have made for myself before I post 🖤 I think I need that, I think that sounds nice ✨

so!! tl;dr I’m so sorry I vomited all that at you omg what is wrong with me, I’m definitely still writing for them as frequently as my new work schedule allows, and please feel free to submit your request for whomever and however you like 🥰 I’m still working on a bunch, but I’m going to make it more about posting them and less about making them Just So!!

thanks for taking the time, I really do appreciate it 🖤🖤🖤

#nice people!!#alittlesil #and then rarae says #’rae no one asked’ I know but I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately so humor me!!!

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multiversxwhore · 1 year

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Pairing: Oli Sykes x black!oc

Word count: 1k

a/n: so, I went to see fall out boy, two weeks ago. Bring Me The Horizon was one of the openers, Oli fucking melted my brain, so here we are three weeks later. This whole idea wouldn’t get out of my mind until I wrote this, i wasn’t gonna do it at first rpf is difficult to write, but @windhamsrotunda encouraged me lol I’m not sure if I’m gonna write more on Oli but I hope y’all like it.

Morticia sat at the front desk watching customers walk in and out, some walked up to her to check in a room. She held her breath on the attitude she felt on the inside, the only reason she took a side job is so she could afford tickets to see Bring Me The Horizon with her best friend Peach. She did fully plan on quitting after the concert, granted she barely knew the band before two years ago; after spending a year and a half intensely researching, she practically felt like a band member herself. The pipe line from Fall Out Boy to Bring Me the Horizon isn’t all that far in between, so here she is sitting at her dumb ass hotel lobby till clock out time at 4:30pm. Just enough time for her to drive home, and get ready for the show that night. After a while of no customers, she began to scroll through her phone, Morticia pressed play on her music and let Oli Sykes voice fill her ears. Before she knew it, she’s full on head bang mode, and singing gods know how loud. “We’re just a room full of strangers, looking for something to save usssss….dying to live, living to die.” She sang in a somewhat hushed voice, one had over her heart, and her face scrunched up into a passionate expression; anyone passing back would assume she was disgusted by something. Either way Morticia didn’t give a shit, in her mind she’s on her way to see her future husband, and she’s quitting her job in a week. Nothing could ruin her mood.

A hand from the opposite side of the desk grabbed her by the wrist, and causing her to nearly jumped out of her skin. That was nothing compared to her reaction upon seeing the person attached to that very hand. Oli Sykes, standing in all his creature like glory. One red contact lense in his right eye, and a sliver linked choker around his neck. Despite it being almost 80 degrees outside he still felt the need to wear a beany, Morticia’s hand began to shake as her eyelids widened.

“Ohhh this is embarrassing.” Morticia breathed, Oli, who’s still holding onto her hand, smiles warmly. His eyes taking her in, he thought she had a natural kind of beauty, which drew him in more.

“By all means love continue, up until this point I’ve been fighting imposter syndrome, but I think this just boosted my ego.” His accent wanted to make her melt, it’s not quite as heavy as she’s heard in previous interviews, but the twang is still there. It’s so hard for her to believe that thoes screaming vocals comes from this deep, yet soft voice she’s hearing now. She noticed the rest of the band wasn’t with him, so they must have checked in before her shift started.

“I’m so sorry let me collect myself, I promise I’m way more cool than this.” Which is a lie on her part, but she took a second to gather herself. Oli waited patiently.

“How can I help you?” Her mood more uplifted than earlier, she’s not sure how long she could keep this up, he’s just staring right into her soul. His gaze pinned her to her spot, her feet planted in the carpet beneath her, she refused to move until this interaction is over.

“I don’t suppose have wifi here? Our phone service is shit right now, is it possible you could help me out?” He leaned against the counter, his eyes darted over to the sign that clearly said not to lean on the desk, and then back to Morticia. When she didn’t make a remark about it, Oli leaned further on his elbows, if she took a step closer she could lean over and kiss him right on the lips. ‘Fucking breath bitch…it’s just Oli Sykes’ she interanally freaked out.

“Um, yes actually…I can actually show you better than I can tell you.” She spoke nonchalantly, aloof of how Oli smirked at her as she pulled out her phone from her pocket. Her heart stopped as she looked at the self made wallpaper on her Lock Screen hoping he didn’t see it too.

“Oh is that right?” He said playfully, his fingers drummed on the desk, slowly Morticia’s head lifted. She met his gaze, it wasn’t until then did she realize what he was hinting at, she let out an embarrassed giggle.

“No I meant—

“Mmhm right, sure.” He teased, then he caught the image of her wallpaper before she clicked onto the settings.

“Please I’m really trying to hold myself together.” She pleaded half heartedly, her bottom lip poked out as a pouty expression settled onto her face. An unrecognizable feeling stired within him, he really hasn’t bothered paying much attention to girls lately. Not really. But this one, isn’t so easy for him to over look. Though her makeup is simple: eyeliner, lipgloss, her face somewhat sparkled when the sunlight hit certain parts of her face. But aside from her being pretty, her aura is mixed between bubbly, and bratty. She had seemed to be trapped in her own world before now, if he’s being honest she looked even more gorgeous in that moment.

“And just like that you’d be connected.” She finished up her explanation by showing him the screen, and clicking the ‘connect’ botton on the hotel’s website. ‘What did she just say? Ugh I’m such a fucking donut, I should get her number.’ Oli thought to himself, when Morticia looked up to see how he had frozen, the far away look in his eyes, a dead ringer that he hadn’t heard, not one thing she said.

“Do you need me to explain that again?” She asked politely, the corners of her lips turning upward into a small smile.

“Say…where did you get that wallpaper from?” He asked, the innocent question made her face heat up, she internally cursed, ‘why did he have to ask?’ He stared back at her waiting for a response, his eyes dropped to her mouth, he watched the way she chewed on her bottom lip.

“Actually I made it myself.” Her voice shrank, she made a weird face as her fingers fiddled with her popsocet on the back of her phone. ‘Gah, she’s so adorable,’ Oli gushed to himself. She opened her gallery, he happened to see how many selfies she had of herself before she clicked on the picture that she had on her Lock Screen. She slid the phone to him across the desk, he smiled warmly to himself as he took in the beautiful edit before him. She swiped her finger across the screen to show him she had made an edit for the whole band.

“It’s not just ones of you, I made the whole band…it–it’s just your my favorite because of your vocals are cool.” She whispered the last part, peaking at him from underneath her lashes, her heart thudded so hard that she’s convinced he can hear it. The smile grew wider across his face upon heading her confession, he swiped across the screen again, but this time it was a video. Without thinking he pressed play, and when she heard the sound of a bass riff she wanted to die.

“Shit this you?” He didn’t recognize the riff, her vocals sounded too clear to be natural, but he knew this was raw video footage.

“Oh my gosh this is not happening right now? I sound like trash and Oli Sykes is watching it.” Morticia quietly panicked, her eyes widening as she watched him watch her video of her singing.

“No you sound wonderful, truly.” He spoke honestly, Tokio bit her bottom lip, her eyes darted to the computer checking the time, she had a few minutes till it was time for her to clock out for the day. A few people had gathered behind Oli waiting to be serviced, and she thank god they were older people. None of them would have recognized him.

“Well thank you, I think that’s the greatest compliment I’ve received all year.” She jokes, he slid the phone back to her, but not before exchanging their phone numbers while she was distracted. He made a mental note to text her after the show. His eyes lingered on her for a few moments longer, not being able to get over how beautiful she is. Her skin dark brown, with chocolate colored eyes, and plump lips. Her nostril, sceprum, and medusa is pierced. Some tattoos peeked out at him from underneath her uniform shirt, she didn’t seem to be heavily inked anyway.

Oli inhaled deeply, unintentionally picking up her scent, she smelled like fruits, and vanilla. “Thanks for the help…uhh I didn’t get your name?” He could hear the people behind him begin to fuss, but he didn’t care.

“Morticia.” She smiled, the simple expression lifting, and lighting up her whole face.

“Huh, that’s a unique name…it’s pretty, I’ll be seeing ya Tish.” Oli threw her a playful grin, all Morticia could do is grin back, her mind blank. He disappeared around the corner that lead to the elevators, “what a fucking day this has been.” She huffed air through her cheeks, and by the time she got done with the last three customers it was time for her to clock out.

#black!oc #bring me the horizon #oli sykes #bring me the horizon one shot #oli sykes one shot #headcannonxgalore

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empress-of-snark · 1 year

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since evryone is talkin about what theyd like to see in the fic, I hope Jonathan has some classic + funny Friends moments coming up. he’s probably the smartest, most moral + sane person of the group imo so I guess a lot of the antics from the show are things he just isn’t stupid or crazy enough to do lol. but I hope we get to see him let his crazy side out a bit more in future chapters. I know hes tech the Ross of the group so maybe he can get some of Ross’ less insane moments, like the pivot scene, refusing to pay $100 for Howard the handyman retiring in his new building bc of his principles, or taking secret naps with Eddie or Steve. 🤣 and oc Jancy should get some Rosschel moments too, besides the obvs ones, like maybe Eddie convinces Jonathan to get a tattoo even though Nancy claims to hate them but it turns out that on Jonathan she finds them very sexy. also I hope Will and/or Joyce will show up in the story eventually! love your fic, keep up the good work!! 👍🏻👍🏻

Jonathan is so tricky!! Because I still stand by my decision to align him with Ross because they’re both kind of pessimistic and arrogant loners (I say lovingly), but you’re right that there’s a laundry list of things Ross does in the show that Jonathan would never do. Although I’m tempted to give him and Will their own choreographed dance routine 😂

Those are all great plot lines that would definitely work with his character (god, I love the secret napping episode lmao, and the outtakes are hilarious). I could also see him buying Robin a bike because she never had one as a kid 🥺

Also love the tattoo idea, though I’m struggling to think of what he’d get. Definitely something small but super meaningful. Maybe Nancy’s initials, or is that too sappy? In any case, I love the idea of Eddie lowkey peer pressuring him into it (“What, you’re gonna wimp out just cause Wheeler won’t like it? She your boss now?”)

Will and Joyce are two characters that I really, really wanna work in at some point! The Byers family has my entire heart, and we’ve obviously gotta see Joyce’s reaction when Jonathan and Nancy finally start dating—you know she’s been shipping it since day one lmao

Thank you so much for the ask!! Jonathan’s my underrated fave and I always love talking about him. And y’all’s sweet messages give me life!! ♥️

#asks #personal #stranger things #friends #like I’ve been there before #jancy

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sl-ut · 3 years

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i wanna be your girlfriend

PART FIVE

pairing: rue bennett x reader, rue bennett x jules vaughn, jules vaughn x reader (platonic), oc!piper x reader (mentioned)

description: rue and y/n are working on their friendship, but they soon realise that a broken friendship is much harder to fix when they both have feelings for each other. y/n and jules come to a disagreement.

warnings: canonical warnings; drug/substance abuse, sex, nudity, swearing, etc, etc. jules slander (not sorry), y/n is pretty bitchy (but not wrong)

words: 2.8K

date posted: 07/02/22

omg y’all don’t even know how fucking long this took me and how many times i rewrote this! it’s been almost two weeks since the last chapter, and i really am trying to get more chapters done more frequently, but i would also love love LOVE to diversify my blog a bit more by branching out into other fandoms. nearly all of my requests rn are for euphoria, and as much as i love them and will be working on them soon, i would love to see some other fandoms thrown in. just send a request, and if i know the fandom then i would love to do it, and if not i’ll try my best lol. ily all and tysm for all of the support on this series!!!!

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The opinion that Halloween was objectively the best holiday was a hill that Y/n was willing to die on. She used to tell me that it was all about the candy, and I’m sure that for a time, she truly believed that. But as we got older and the costumes became more emphasised on tighter fabrics and low necklines, the idea of Halloween changed for her in a jarringly drastic way.

Instead of chasing a high that came only with a lethal amount of sugar, Y/n sought the comfort that came with shedding her own skin and becoming someone else for just one night. For her first high school Halloween party in freshman year, she went as “Oops! … I Did It Again” Britney, and after two shots of tequila and a Four Loko, Y/n no longer felt like she was wearing a costume, but like she was now in her truest form. Each and every Britney song that played (which was quite a few once Y/n found out who was controlling the AUX cord) was performed on the coffee table with not one ounce of energy wasted. The next morning, Britney was laid to rest and Y/n was revived. The next year, she was Black Widow, and once again, her normal persona disappeared into that of the Russian spy’s. I wasn’t sure what I could expect from Y/n every year once Halloween rolled around, but with how secretive she was actually being about it this year, I was actually starting to get a little scared.

Things were going relatively well between Y/n and I, all things considered. I guess you could say that we sort of went back to how it was at the beginning of the summer, with the additional awkwardness of less than platonic feelings, my sobriety, and whatever the fuck was going on with Jules.

The weeks following the carnival were, to be completely frank, really fucking weird. Nate Jacob’s suspension and potential arrest shook the school to its core, and Jules had been relatively scarce ever since, and when she actually bothered to show up, she was much touchier than usual, especially when I had anything to say about the whole “she fucked Nate’s dad” situation. Additionally, Y/n and I had barely gotten to spend any time together as we had planned, so all-in-all, I was having a terrible time.

“Hang outs have to be twice throughout the week and once on the weekend, minimum,” Y/n stressed, “And that doesn’t include groups, like Jules and Piper. Just us.”

Y/n had struck up several conditions as to what they should do in order to restore their friendship, and though they weren’t exactly unreasonable, it was just strange for her to be so uptight with Rue.

“Sounds fair,” Rue hummed, “But I have a condition of my own.”

“And what’s that?”

She smirked over at Y/n, already anticipating the reaction that she was about to get from her oh-so-controversial opinion, “No Megan Fox movies, seriously.”

“Rue, I swear to God, you better be fucking joking right now.”

These hangouts seemed to be pretty limited to whenever we could see each other outside of school, which was averaging out to be twenty minutes between the time the school ended until she would eventually answer Maddy’s call and go over to her place. Not to mention, most of the time that we did have together in school was always interrupted by Piper’s constant need to be feeling Y/n up at every given moment.

The week leading up to Halloween changed. Y/n’s time was suddenly all freed up, claiming that Maddy had decided on taking some ‘alone time,’ and suddenly, most of our afternoons were spent together, which, strangely enough, was around the same time that Jules was officially MIA. Anyone else would almost feel like they were just swapping them out for one another, and to be quite honest, I like the consistency of having just one person to worry about, though I had to admit that it was nice to hang out with Y/n and not have to listen to her drone on and on about some guy she met online.

Jules reemerged on Friday of that week, just in time for Halloween. I wasn’t entirely sure how it would play out with both Y/n and Jules together, especially considering that the last time they really interacted with each other, both of them were both pretty bitchy.

Something felt off about that Halloween, though. I’d gone to the party that Saturday night with Jules, Kat, Cassie, and Lexi, and all things considered, each of them were acting pretty fucking strange. Y/n, for some reason, really enjoyed handing out candy to the few trick-or-treaters that came to her place, and planned to meet us there, and I’m not sure that anything could have prepared me to see her walk in the front door as–

“Officer Judy Hopps!” Lexi shouted as she spotted Y/n.

“Reporting for duty!” She saluted the infamous painter, “Glad to see you could make it, Mr. Ross.”

Looking back on it, I don’t know how Y/n and Lexi have gone so long without hanging out on their own.

“Who?”

“Oh, come on, Rue. Zootopia?” Y/n placed her hands on her hips and did a small twirl, shaking her bum to show off the small cotton tail attached to the back of her shorts, “Don’t say you haven’t watched it.”

Rue pursed her lips and glanced over at Kat, who shook her head, “Uh, no.”

“Well then, thank you, Lexi. For making me not feel like I’m crazy.”

“Hey, if it's any consolation, you do look really hot.” Kat offered as she slid a red cup across the counter to her.

“You know what, I’ll take it.”

Y/n turned to Rue, smiling up at the taller girl as she lifted the cup to her lips, “Where’s Jules? I thought you said you two were coming together?”

“Well, not like together together, but…” Rue glanced around the kitchen of the large house, shrugging, “I don’t really know. She’s around here somewhere.”

Rue wanted to say that she was able to pick up on a small look of relief on Y/n’s face, her heart skipping a beat at the notion of Y/n being glad that she and Jules were not together. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she tilted her head back to swallow the contents of the red cup before she threw it aside, fingers wrapping around Rue’s wrist as she pulled her out of the kitchen and into the busy living room.

“What are you doing?” Rue watched as the girl whirled around, tugging her close enough that their chests touched as she began moving her limbs wildly to the beat of the music.

“Dancing, what does it look like?”

“Honestly?” Rue laughed, “It looks like you’re having a seizure.”

Y/n’s head tilted backwards as she let out a loud chuckle, though her bizarre movements did not falter. Instead, one of her hands interlocked with Rue’s, swinging her arm with enough force to cause her entire body to begin shifting from side to side until eventually, Rue began to copy her motions on her own. The two girls remained like that for what felt like hours, swaying in close proximity to one another, cheesy grins across their faces as their bodies moved against one another.

Rue raised Y/n’s hand over her head, twirling her around repeatedly and gasping out a laugh as their bodies were forcefully pressed together as Y/n struggled to keep her balance. Y/n grinned up at Rue, winding her arms around her slim waist as they continued to rock back and forth. For the first time in a very long time, it felt as if nothing had ever happened. Their eyes remained locked on one another’s as they swayed, foreheads touching as they leaned closer.

Y/n gulped, parting her lips as her breath quickened. She couldn’t recall the last time she felt so close to Rue. Even before she went to Maui and Rue was put in rehab, there was a period of time where things just felt different between them, where Y/n put a bit more effort into how she looked when she was with her, the way she snuggled so much closer while they lay in her bed at night. She hadn’t even noticed the shift in dynamic until she thought of Rue during one of her typical hookups, and even almost let her name fall from her lips as she tipped over the edge into ecstasy. Rue was like a drug to Y/n, and she hadn’t truly acknowledged how intense the withdrawals were until that moment. None of the other women made her feel the way that she did when she was with Rue, not even those who she had genuinely believed herself to like. Her eyes stung and became visibly glassy as she stared up at Rue, relishing in the whispery breaths that brushed against her warm cheeks.

“Rue…”

A third body slammed into the two of them, long, slim arms wrapping around their shoulders as they were forced out of their embrace, “Hey, guys!”

Jules was drunk, there was no denying it. Her body was unsteady as her fingers gripped into both Y/n and Rue’s shoulders for support, and her rosy cheeks were starkly contrasting against her otherwise pale flesh and bleach blonde hair. Y/n stumbled slightly as Jules shifted her weight against her, struggling for a moment to keep them both on their feet.

Rue’s face exposed the mixture of emotions that had struck her at the sight of her friend; Confusion, concern, disappointment… The corners of her lips tugged downwards, and in that moment, it dawned on Y/n how difficult it must be for Rue to be near so many different substances that were readily available for her consumption, and yet here she was, completely sober, and until just then, she didn’t even seem to be minding it all that much.

“Oh, hey Jules,” Y/n braced a hand against her back, “You doing okay?”

“Totally,” She slurred, “I just wanna party! Come on, Rue!”

Discomfort was clear on Rue’s face as Jules waved a red cup around in front of her, meeting Y/n’s concerned gaze over Jules’ shoulder.

“Rue, do you maybe wanna go grab her some water? I can stay with her.”

Rue nodded, pushing her way through the crowd frantically in the direction of the kitchen, leaving the two girls on their own. Jules stumbled slightly at the lack of support on her left side, red liquid sloshing over the side of the cup and dripping down the front of her long white dress.

“Jules, I’m not usually the one to rain on someone else's parade, but I really think you need to take it easy right now, for Rue’s sake.”

Jules chuckled humourlessly, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Why would I be kidding?”

“Since when have you been doing things for Rue’s sake? Cause you definitely weren’t thinking about her anytime up until now. I knew I didn’t like you for a reason, I just didn’t realise that you were so fucking selfish.”

Y/n reached out, snatching the cup from her and dumping the contents out onto the floor behind her carelessly before she let the cup clatter onto the floor.

“What the fuck?”

“I’m selfish? You’re the one throwing liquor around in front of your so-called best friend, who’s a recovering addict.”

“You don’t get to say that to me,” Jules stumbled forward to sneer at the other girl, “You don’t know a fucking thing about me, so don’t ever tell me what to fucking do.”

Normally, anyone else would have had a broken nose for talking to Y/n like that, but this wasn’t just anyone, this was Jules. She would never admit to it, but I always knew that she put up with her simply to avoid upsetting me.

“You’re right, I don’t know a fucking thing about you, and honestly, I’d rather keep it that way, but we both know that this shit isn’t easy on Rue. You’re being a really bad fucking friend right now, man.”

“Fuck you.”

Jules shoved her away, storming through the crowd and completely ignoring Rue as she called after her. Rue turned to Y/n with a questioning stare.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“I just tried to get her to sober up.”

Rue shook her head, “Something’s wrong with her, I can feel it.”

Y/n ran her hand over the back of Rue’s suit jacket comfortably, scanning the crowd for the tall blonde. She easily spotted her across the room with Kat, who appeared her normal level of tipsy. She pointed her out to the brunette, who seemed comforted at the fact that she wasn’t just stumbling around on her own, though her body quickly tensed up as her eyes fell on the familiar frame of her younger sister, slumped into the couch next to the same kid who’d gotten her high at the carnival.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Y/n weaved through the crowd in an attempt to keep up with Rue’s rapid pace, almost slamming into her back as she came to a sudden halt in front of the couch.

“What are you doing here?” Gia sat up straighter, eyes shifting between her older sister and the girl standing just next to her.

“What am I doing here?” Rue scoffed, “What the fuck are you doing here?”

Y/n recognized the boy as one of Chris McKay’s younger brothers, though she couldn’t decipher which of the twins he was.

“Getting lit,” He grinned up at the pair, tauntingly.

“I’ll deal with your ass later,” Rue turned to him with a dark look in her brown eyes, “Get up.”

“What?”

“I said get the fuck up.”

In hindsight, it may not have been my best idea to interrogate some prick who was trying to get into my baby sister’s pants with the two most ridiculously dressed people at the party. I’m sure that my intimidation attempt was slightly foiled at the sight of Officer Bunny behind me, though anyone with a single brain cell knew well enough to be kind of scared when an addict threatens to sic her addict friends on them.

Rue and Y/n watched in amusement as the boy, who they had learned was Troy, scrambled over to Gia, glancing over his shoulder at the pair of them every few moments. They shared a soft fist bump as Gia’s face lit up in glee as he began to flood her with compliments.

“Do you wanna get some air?”

Rue nodded, and allowed Y/n to lead the way through the living room and out through the large sliding doors that led out to the pool deck. The pair found an unoccupied loveseat on the opposing side of the pool, and quickly sunk into the soft cushions.

“You okay?”

Rue let out a shuddered breath, shrugging her shoulders as she leaned into Y/n’s warm embrace, “Fine.”

“Do you wanna go home?” She whispered, “I didn’t even think about how hard it actually is for you to be here until I saw Jules.”

She shrugged, “It’s fine.”

The pair fell quiet for a few moments, basking in the comfortable silence that came so easily to them.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Rue tilted her head to stare up at her with furrowed brows.

“That I wasn’t there for you. I can’t believe that I just let our friendship go so easily.” Y/n muttered, “I blamed you for so long, I even wanted to hate you for just ghosting me, but I didn’t fight for us either, and I can never tell you how sorry I am for that.”

Rue leaned forward and pressed her forehead against Y/n’s gently, not breaking eye contact, “You don’t have to apologise. I think both of us know that it was me who really fucked everything up. The drugs, the lying, that text…”

Y/n frowned, “Don’t apologise for the text, please. An apology is a shitty way to admit that you didn’t mean it.”

Rue watched her for several moments, scanning her face for any sort of humour. Not finding any, Rue inched forward just an inch, ghosting her lips over Y/n’s for a brief moment before finally laying a gentle kiss on the soft flesh. Both girls grinned widely as they pulled away, faces hot with blush.

“Okay. I won’t.”

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tags: @ariianelle @charliesdaze @imdumbhi @a-wimpy-kids-musings @supmydudeswheresthedepression @7thavenger @paetonnn @buckysjuicyplums @babadowie

(willing to tag anyone else in this series, but i will not be maintaining any major taglists for the rest of my work)

#rue bennett #female reader #imagines #reader insert #x reader #euphoria #hbo euphoria #euphoria hbo #euphoria imagine #rue bennet x reader #rue bennet icons #rue bennet #rue bennett imagine #euphoria season 2

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princessozera · 4 years

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Power Points my OC would have to give in the Devildom

A/N: Like it says in the title, these would be power points my OC Carmafe would give in the Devildom, so She/Her pronouns and female uniforms are mentioned.

Word Count: 880

About The Uniforms:

“Yes, I know pants are reserved for the male students. No, I don’t care if it confuses them, it’s not my fault they’re stupid”

“Sir, according to you, the average temperature during the day in the Devildom is over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. I didn’t choose to come here, please, I will literally get on my knees to beg”

Human Needs

“ The recommended water intake for a human is 8 cups a day, at ideal conditions. You have me running around, sweating like a pig, in multiple layers, carrying around 10 pounds of books without a backpack in the dumbest shoes ever”

“Listen, I’ll get a job and buy the water myself, I don’t care.”

“Excuse me!? I did not spend 5 months a year for 6 YEARS of my life in a constant state of dehydration to be told by some demon that I don’t-”

“Oh, the nutrients thing? I mean, technically I should care. But OOF the stories I could tell you; surviving on a cup of ramen a day, living off sugar and pizza on friend trips, my friend dropping 5 hour energies into her cold brews....”

An Honest Memo

“Yes, I did say before that humans can survive in harrowing conditions. That doesn’t mean we should be expected to”

“Look, if we took a hammer to my shin and Beel’s, I’m almost 100% sure my leg would break first. Just because you’ve never had to worry about exposure to chemicals and high impact injuries doesn’t mean I, and future human exchange students, have that same luxury”

“Look, if I didn’t think this was a serious oversight I wouldn’t have brought it up. Don’t you think I would love to live out my dreams of looking like a crazy scientist/alchemist/witch!?”

Mammon Defense Squad

‘Ooh you want to talk about fuck ups and flaws?? Y’all are acting real bold; I’ve been here for half a year and I could drag you all to filth. I will make all of you cry right here, right now do not try me”

“I’ve got you first man, don’t you worry. I won’t let you go through this shit anymore. I will die on this hill, try me bitch”

“If I charged all of you a single grimm for every time you went OVERBOARD with your treatment/over reaction to something Mammon did, I’d be a billionaire before I finish these next 6 months of my exchange”

Human Culture Part 1:

“I’m sorry, when you hear something so often you learn its meaning subconsciously, through subtext. Like, I KNOW what butthurt means but you’re gonna have to give me a minute to find the words for it”

“If I hear you say groovy or bee’s knees one more time I’m going to get gray hairs”

“Honestly, just ask me anytime I say something that sounds out of pocket-, god fuc- like that. I can see it on your faces, you have no idea what I just said, so just ask because I’m not about to rewrite the dictionary”

“That’s a pretty good idea Lucifer. We should make an online database with all of the words/phrases I use and just give everyone at RAD access so I don’t answer the same question a million times”

Human Culture Part 2:

“Listen, I was stuck in my home for 5 months straight. The app I learned this from is mostly younger kids. Adapt or die my dudes”

“Christ all mighty Asmo, for as often as I assume you’re arching your back, you can’t throw it back at all”

“Look, I know I act dumb as fuck but, Barbatos, if you call me a harlot one more time I’m going to have to deck you. You’re on thin ice Lucifer, I know you’ve been calling me a floozie under your breath you coward”

“Mammon, you’ve got some grandma knees, get DOWN”

“Levi, baby, mi amor, it’s not rocket science! Elbow, elbow, hit the woah, shake your waist- no please, stop, you’re gonna throw out your hip”

“Diavolo, I’m not gonna lie, I would absolutely take you to the club any day. You have no right being this good”

Post Reveal (Light Spoilers):

“Aww come on, you’ve known me for months now, do you really think I’d destroy the Devildom if I got powers?”

“...Yes, I have threatened to fight you in the past, but I was just playing! I mean, Levi always says he wishes we’d die but he doesn’t actually want us to die!”

“Well how about this? You wouldn’t have to worry about me as much! I could defend myself if a demon attacked!”

“Wait, Y’all have rules about murder? Really? Like, truly and actually? “

Oops I may have been too good at these power points:

“Yes I understand that I’ve already presented it to the 9 most powerful demons in the entire Devildom, but honestly, I was ready to die at a moments notice so I was fine being embarrassed for a few minutes”

“If its so great for cultural exchange then it should be fine if you present it instead!”

“Yeah, I have stage fright, what about it Levi? Do you really think you’ll win this comparison battle?”

“Honestly, could we compromise and I make a video for Deviltube or something? Or animate it? Please?? Listen, if you make me talk in real time I’m going to stumble and make horrible jokes and then we’ll ALL look like clowns��

((Masterlist))

#Obey Me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me rad #obey me headcanons #obey me memes

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taetaespeaches · 5 years

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“You’re a honey boy.”

yoongi x reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: Here’s some soft Yoongi for our honey boy’s birthday! It’s the first date between the kid/min couple, and it’s the drabble immediately following my previously written drabble, “You know, in Casablanca he lets the girl go.” Let’s get soft y’all. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! :))

And happy birthday to the honey-est of all honey boys.

SITTING across from Yoongi in the small café, you admired his features as he scanned the breakfast menu. His eyes were focused, squinting as he read the small print, which caused the top of the bridge of his nose to crinkle a bit.

“You should be looking at your menu,” he mumbled, looking up at you through his lashes, a small shy smile taking its place on his features. When he smiled, the corners of his mouth curved up into his soft cheeks.

“I like your cheeks,” you replied, unabashedly. It was the truth.

“My cheeks?” He asked in surprise, a look of shock taking over his face. You simply nodded, holding back a smile as you took a sip of your coffee.

Yoongi shook his head, letting out a mixture of a scoff and laugh as he closed his menu. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually show up today,” he admitted, looking down at his hands that were wrapped around his coffee mug.

“It was a tough decision,” you teased him, Yoongi smiling as his gaze remained on the steaming black drink. “Consider yourself lucky.” Your date nodded his head at you, bringing his mug towards his mouth.

“Oh, I’m definitely counting my lucky stars,” he assured, looking into your orbs. “Thinking of getting some lottery tickets after this.” You giggled at the comment as Yoongi took a drink.

A sense of relief washed over you at his confession that he had been nervous you wouldn’t show up for your loosely planned date. You had purposely given him an easy out, and you were prepared to find yourself alone at the corner store where you were meant to meet. However, when the store came into view when you arrived earlier in the morning and you spotted Yoongi doing a double take as his gaze found you, you couldn’t stop the wide smile and giddy wave you greeted him with.

Before you even took notice of the silence that encompassed you both at the table, Yoongi broke it with a timid question. “This isn’t too awkward, is it?”

Closing the menu, you shook your head. “No,” you flashed him an assuring smile. “It’s actually pretty comfortable for a first date.”

“Good,” he nodded. “I haven’t been on a date in a while.”

The shy look on his face made your heart clench and before you could respond, the waitress came by to take your orders. You watched as Yoongi ordered his meal, his lips in a natural pout as he spoke, nodding his head gently as he looked up at the waitress through his blonde fringe.

After the waitress departed, Yoongi’s gaze found you once again and you gave him an embarrassed smile. “I looked you up last night,” you admitted bashfully.

A gummy smile immediately overtook Yoongi’s face before he gained a bit of composure and shot you a grin, his teeth lightly biting his bottom lip. “That so?”

“Oh, don’t get cocky,” you smiled. “I was just curious about you.”

“And what did you learn?” He asked, straightening his posture a bit as he continued to smirk at you.

“Well, supposedly you like to sleep.”

“Who doesn’t?” He countered, to which you smiled.

“Good point,” you agreed. “Apparently, you’re the intimidating member,” you smiled a bit wider. Yoongi chuckled before shrugging cockily as if to say of course I’m intimidating. You smirked as you prepared to wipe the smug look right off his face. “Yeah, see, I didn’t get why you were the intimidating one because ya know, you’re so soft. But then I found out that some of your fans call you a honey boy and that made much more sense.”

A soft tinge of pink flushed Yoongi’s cheeks as he shook his head, looking down at his coffee mug before taking a sip of it. As he swallowed the bitter black drink, he let a breathy chuckle slip out.

“I also learned that you’re a dedicated producer,” you smiled softly. Yoongi looked embarrassed again as he gave you a shy close-mouthed grin, nodding slightly. “I listened to your mixtape.”

At that, his eyes widened expectantly, a clear sign that he wanted to know your thoughts on it.

“You’re a talented dude, Min. I mean, I’ve heard some of your group’s music before, so I already knew all of you guys are talented, but, I don’t know,” you trailed off as you gathered your thoughts, Yoongi watching you patiently. “I don’t know much about music, I just know when I like something and when something hits deep. And that’s what your songs did. I was really impressed.”

Yoongi smiled softly, a sincere gratitude displayed in his gaze. “Thank you, Kid.”

You nodded before dropping your gaze to the tabletop, suddenly shy over your confession and the term of endearment you had already grown to adore. His hand was resting toward the middle of the wooden surface and you were tempted to reach across and take his hand in yours. Instead, you looked back up at Yoongi who was watching you intently, his eyes scanning over your features as if he was admiring a painting for the first time.

A blush crept onto your cheeks in response to his gaze. “Anyways,” you let out a single breathy laugh. “I didn’t look at much more than that.”

“No?” He asked, wearing a fond grin.

“I was tempted,” you smirked, “but I guess I want to get to know you through getting to know you. Does that make sense?” Yoongi nodded, and if it was even possible, his expression became even fonder. “God, I’m so embarrassed for even telling you all that,” you laughed at yourself.

Yoongi softly chuckled at you as he shook his head. “Don’t be,” he assured you. “It’s flattering.”

“Not stalker-ish?” You joked.

Yoongi laughed. “Only a little bit,” he joked back.

As silence fell over you both, your gazes locked on each other’s for a moment. Both you and Yoongi pulled scrutinizing faces before breaking into small grins. As you looked down to your mug, watching the steam rise off the top, Yoongi shifted his gaze out the window.

Looking up through your lashes, you stared at Yoongi, taking in the delicateness of his side profile. You appreciated the curve of his jaw. Your eyes paused on the pout of his lips, taking their time before scanning up to his perfectly boopable nose. His nose scrunched a bit and you had to hold yourself back from audibly cooing.

His cheeks were your next target. Those cheeks may have been your favorite feature on him. They made him look soft and gentle. As you thought about the hope that you’d be able to place multiple kisses to those cheeks, they fluffed up as his mouth formed into a close-mouthed smile.

“You’re making me nervous,” he mumbled before turning to you, a gummy grin replacing the smaller one. He’s so endearing.

“And you’re the intimidating one,” you smiled, Yoongi letting out a breathy laugh. “Hey, how did your friend like the card?”

Yoongi chuckled at the memory of Hoseok coming into his bedroom at the dorm the previous night, thanking him for coming by his ‘Daydream’ video shoot for his debut mixtape.

As the younger man left the room, only getting a “yeah, of course,” from Yoongi, Hoseok grinned from ear to ear.

“Thanks for the card. Really think I’m a rock star?”

“Shut up,” Yoongi told him with a small grin. “A friend of mine helped me pick it out.”

“A friend?” Hoseok questioned in surprise.

That’s when Yoongi told him about his date with you. And when Hobi left the room, that’s when Yoongi grew curious of you, searching you up on Instagram.

However, Yoongi didn’t tell you all of that. He simply said, “he liked it.”

“Did he think the rock star line was cute?” You smiled giddily.

“Yes,” Yoongi let out a breathy laugh, his shoulders shaking in the way you already learned you loved. “He thought the rock star line was cute.”

“Good,” you gave a single nod.

The waitress brought your meals and you and Yoongi immediately dug in, grabbing various condiments from each other as you shoved your mouths full, completely forgetting first date etiquette. Yoongi hummed in approval and you gave a more exaggerated hum in response.

Nodding at him from across the table, he struggled to hold back a smile as he finished chewing the massive bite of food he just took. When he got it down, his mouth formed into an attractive gummy smile, and though you were still learning his expressions, you had a feeling it was a bit mischievous.

With your mouth still full, your eyes widened as you mumbled a “what” through your closed lips. Yoongi started breathily laughing as he shook his head, as if to say nothing. You swallowed the food and asked him again, this time audibly.

He brought his hand to the back of his neck for a moment as his smile turned a bit bashful. “I was just wondering if now would be a good time to tell you that I searched you up on Instagram last night.”

You gasped dramatically as your mouth formed into a wide smile. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Yoongi laughed at both himself and your reaction as he nodded.

“You just sat there and let me confess all that without saying a word, oh my god, betrayal on the first date,” you complained through your smile.

Yoongi was full on laughing as he leaned his head against his hand, his eyes in crescents and his gummy smile on display.

Shaking your head, you joined him in laughter. “Ok, Min, what did you find out about me?”

He took a drink of his coffee as his laughing faded out, looking at you with a small smile. “Not a lot, actually. You don’t post a whole lot.”

“Mm, not ideal for stalking,” you teased, Yoongi chuckling as he nodded.

“But you should really have a protection lock on your account,” he told you through a pout. “You never know who’s gonna come look through your photos, you should be more careful.”

“Are you lecturing me right now? Is that what this is?” You asked with wide eyes, holding back a laugh as your lips curved upward. Lifting his hand up to wave you off, you spoke before he could correct you. “Already playing the role of protective boyfriend huh?” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them, but found yourself relieved by Yoongi’s adorable reaction.

Yoongi’s lips curved into a bashful smile as he averted his eyes from yours, looking down to his plate, his cheeks heating up. “I’m just saying,” he told you shyly.

“You know, I think you’re the sweetest man I’ve ever met,” you bit your lip as he looked up at you in surprise. “Your fans are right. You’re a honey boy.”

Yoongi tried to hold back his growing smile but failed to conceal it, flashing you that stunning gummy grin that you were already beyond fond of. That smile will be the death of me. He shook his head in disagreement, despite the smile still sitting on his face.

When you finished your meals, you and Yoongi both looked at the check and then at each other. In the blink of an eye, you both moved quickly as you threw your hands out trying to grab it first. Your hands got there at the same time, and though your hand was on top of the ticket, his was on top of yours which was quite the effective distraction.

“I’m paying,” you told him, making his eyes scrunch together.

“Like hell you are,” he replied, making you chuckle despite trying to be serious.

“I am,” you insisted, trying to pick the check up, only for Yoongi to wrap his hand around yours. “I asked you out.”

“I don’t care,” he told you, intertwining his fingers with yours, your heart racing at the simple gesture.

“Yoongi,” you scolded.

His thumb ran along the side of your hand as he smirked at you. “Kid.”

“Just let me get this,” you whined, your date chuckling in response.

“Don’t be silly,” he said simply, using his free hand to grab the check and reluctantly letting go of your hand as he stood up.

“Dammit, Min,” you complained, Yoongi shooting you a sly grin.

“Come on, Kid,” he told you as he walked to the cash register to pay.

Stepping outside of the café after paying, you shook your head at him as he smiled at you. “I’m glad we did this,” he said as you stood outside awkwardly, not sure what else to say.

“Me too,” you nodded. “Enough to want to do it again?”

At that, Yoongi smiled widely, nodding. He pulled out his phone, unlocking it and tapping the screen a few times before holding it out to you. “Here, put your number inside.” You took the phone and saw he had already filled in the contact name with “Kid”.

You smiled, looking up at him for a moment to see him pretending to play it cool as he looked off to the side of you both, holding back a grin. You typed your number in and added the flame and the star-eyed emojis next to Kid, making it “Kid 🔥🤩”. Handing the phone back to him, you waited for the upward curve of his lips as he saw the addition to your contact name. Looking up at you, he gave a shake of his head, letting out a breathy chuckle.

“The ball is in your court now, Min,” you told him, holding your hand out for him to shake. He looked at your hand and the soft smile on his face became just a bit softer as he placed his hand in yours, shaking it. You both kept your limbs in the embrace for a moment as you stared at each other. Yoongi squeezed your hand before leaning toward you and left a sweet lingering kiss to your cheek. The touch of his lips on your face was gentle, which is exactly what you would have expected from him.

“I’ll text you, Kid,” he whispered before letting go of your hand and stepping back.

You nodded as Yoongi began walking backward, putting distance between you both but refusing to look away just yet. “I’ll be waiting by the phone, Honey Boy.” With that, you took one last look at his precious smile before turning around and walking away.

Not even five minutes later, your phone buzzed in your back pocket. Pulling it out, you saw that it was from an unsaved number. Opening the text, it read, “You still waiting?”

You smiled at the device, a small giggle leaving your lips as you typed out a response.

“Always.”

You saved his name as “honey boy 🍯”. Truly, the honey-est of all honey boys.

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ohpedromypedro · 4 years

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Turning Point

A/N: Okay so this fic is pretty much the turning point for step daddy!Pedro and y/n, hence the name, so future fics will be a little different (unless requested otherwise) and you’ll see why. I hope y’all like this! I’ve had this planned out since the beginning of step daddy, so. 👉🏼👈🏼

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

word count: 2.6+

characters: step daddy!Pedro x f!Reader, best friend oc, reader’s mother (finally lmao)

warnings: angst, mentions of pregnancy, no smut unfortunately sorry 😭, swearing, arguing/fighting, etc

You’re snapped out of your light slumber from a sudden nauseating feeling, quickly rolling off your best friend’s bed where the two of you spent most of your girl’s night last night before rushing to her bathroom just off of her room, emptying your stomach’s contents into the toilet. She wakes when she hears you puking your guts out and is off the bed and into the bathroom in seconds, quickly rushing to your aid and holding your hair while soothingly rubbing your back.

“Are you alright?” She frowns, using the hair tie on her wrist to tie your hair up into a bun.

“I think so… I haven’t gotten sick in...years.” You sigh, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand while giving your head a shake.

“Maybe you’re pregnant,” she teased, knowing you didn’t have a boyfriend so there’s no way you could be.

“Oh fuck…” Your eyes widen and immediately you whip around to face her, spilling the secret you haven’t told a soul, the secret that’s been between you, Pedro, and God. “I’ve been fucking my mother’s husband.”

“GET OUT. Really?! You’re fucking that 10? You lucky bitch!”

“Besides the point!” You whine, slapping her arm. “This is fucking serious, Stace! What if he got me pregnant?!”

“Don’t jump to such a conclusion, I was fucking with you. My mom has a stash of pregnancy tests in case something like this happens, let me go run and grab one so you can take it and ease your mind with a negative result.”

Stacey rushes to grab a pregnancy test from where her mother keeps them before returning to the bathroom and handing it to you, giving you her best “everything will be okay” smile. You take it with a sigh, motioning with your hand for her to leave the bathroom so you can do your thing. When you finish, you take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the possibility of the result.

The result is almost instantaneous and when you finally glance down to look at it, you almost faint. Positive. But how? You’re on-- Oh shit. You suddenly remember you haven’t taken your birth control in almost two weeks. When you ran out of your most recent pack, you never went to get it refilled. Your blood runs cold and immediately you jump up from the toilet to tell Stacey your result. The look on your face says it all, Stacey looking from your pale features to your trembling hands holding the obviously positive pregnancy test.

“Positive?”

“Yeah,” you whisper, almost inaudibly. You’re stunned. What the fuck are you going to do? How are you going to tell your mother you’re pregnant with her husband’s child because you were irresponsible and forgot to pick up your prescription from the pharmacy to prevent such a thing from happening? How are you going to tell Pedro? What will he even think? You already know your mother is going to absolutely snap because you’re sleeping with her husband and now you’re pregnant with his child. Her own daughter. “My mom is going to have a fucking conniption. I mean, God I hate the bitch because she cares more about her career than her own daughter and husband, but???”

“Calm down. Everything will be okay.”

“Will it? Will it though, Stacey? Because I’m pretty sure Pedro didn’t intend on impregnating me. How do you think he’ll handle this shit? He thinks I’ve been taking my birth control!” You’re in tears by this point and you can’t help but to drop to your knees and sob. Stacey’s immediately at your side, holding you against her chest and letting you get your emotions out. “He’s going to fucking hate me.”

“Y/N,” she frowns. “Don’t say that. It’s not true. Obviously he loves you enough to cheat on his own wife for you, her fucking daughter at that.” She tries her best to reassure you, but what she says next makes you shiver. “You have to go tell him. Like...now. No time like the present, yeah?”

“I-I can’t do this alone,” you whisper.

“I’ll come with you. You know I would never make you do something like this alone.”

“I love you.”

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Stacey and you arrive at your house about an hour after leaving hers, seeing as your house is practically miles from civilization just how your mother prefers. Your nerves are all haywire at this point and the closer you get to the front door, the more you feel like passing out.

“I can’t do this,” you whisper, voice cracking.

“Yes, you can. Come on.” She takes your hand and gives it a reassuring squeeze, turning the doorknob and opening the front door.

Pedro hears this and he can’t help but to smile knowing his favorite girl is home, little does he know you’re not alone.

“Hola, cariño. Have a good girl’s night?” He calls out to you from his spot on the couch in the living room, unaware his entire life is about to change.

“I, uh… Yeah. I guess so...” You mumble kinda miserably. Stacey elbows you, which you let out an “ow!” at and lightly slap her in return. You don’t hear Pedro approaching the front foyer until you hear his voice right beside you.

“You guess so? What happ-- Oh. Hi Stacey.” He smiles at her.

“Hi, Mr Pascal.” She smiles at him in return, a light blush on her cheeks. Man has that effect on every female he encounters.

Pedro looks at you and notices how different your demeanor is than usual, a small frown forming on his face. You look sullen to him, something he’s not used to seeing.

“Bebita, is everything okay?” He asks as his hand gently rubs your shoulder.

“I think you should sit for this, Pedro...” you take in a deep breath, looking up at him with the most broken eyes. You think you’re about to ruin his life, but that’s far from the truth.

“What did you two get up to last night?” He quirks a brow, now thinking that maybe you had gotten into some sort of trouble last night.

“It’s not that,” you whisper, feeling the burn at the back of your eyes signifying the oncoming tears. “Please, let’s go to the living room?” You ask, which he nods at and leads you there by the small of your back, Stacey following close behind. She can see it in Pedro’s eyes how much he truly cares and feels for you, so she knows that what you think is bad news will be good news. Pedro helps you sit down on the couch and after a few moments of a heavy silence, you break it. “I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking stupid and irresponsible and I’ve probably ruined your life forever.”

“Y/N, what in the world are you talking about? What did you do?” He sighs, looking at you with the most confused but concerned eyes.

“It’s what I didn’t do…” You mumble, looking toward your lap with watery eyes.

“What do you mean, hermosa?” Pedro frowns, still having no clue what’s gotten you so upset.

“I...never put in a refill on my birth control when I ran out…” You look back up to meet his gaze, his eyes widening in realization.

“You’re pregnant?”

You nod.

“And obviously I don’t have a boyfriend or sleep with anyone else, so…” You bite down on your lip, fearing his reaction to your sudden news.

Pedro stiffens at that and that’s all it takes for you to break down thinking you’ve truly fucked things up, that he’ll want nothing to do with you or your baby. You don’t even let him get another word out before you’re off the couch and running towards the stairs with a sob, rushing up to your room so you can lock yourself away for the rest of your life.

“Y/N!” Stacey rushes after you, leaving Pedro frozen on the couch.

He’s just as stunned as you were when you saw the result, but is he mad? No. Does he hate you? Hell fucking no. You’re practically his entire world at this point. He’s just worried, not only for you, but how your mother is going to react when she finds out. He knows how cold that woman can be. He doesn’t wait a moment longer before he’s off the couch and rushing right up the stairs after you, wanting to show you that he’s not mad and that he’s going to step up and do what any mature man should do in this situation. When he gets to your room, he finds Stacey cradling your overwhelmed form on the floor, his heart breaking at the sight of you sobbing and in tears.

“Can I have a moment alone with her? Please?” Pedro asks, which Stacey nods at before giving your head a gentle kiss and getting up to head back downstairs. Once he knows it’s just the two of you, he drops to the floor beside you, grabbing your tear stained cheeks in his warm hands and pulling you into him for a deep, reassuring kiss. Immediately you melt into him, your lips like magnets against his. “I love you, cariño. You and now our baby are my whole world and I am willing to change my whole life for the both of you.”

“Pedro…” You whisper.

“Listen to me,” he murmurs, keeping your face in his hands while his gaze is set on your own. “We’ll get through this, okay? We’ll keep this from your mother for as long as we can. She doesn’t have to know who got you pregnant.”

“You’re sure we can keep this a secret? I mean...obviously you got me pregnant while we were quarantined… You don’t think she’ll put two and two together?” You sniffle, leaning into Pedro’s touch as he wipes away your tears.

“I can’t say she won’t put two and two together, but we can try our best to keep her from figuring it out for as long as we can.”

You can only nod, moving to crawl into his lap and bury your face in the crook of his neck, his arms quickly wrapping around your middle and holding you against him.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be a father…” He whispers and you can hear the smile in his voice. You nuzzle his neck, your lips pressing a gentle kiss to his pulse point.

“I can’t believe you actually impregnated me.” You giggle softly, pulling back so you can gaze at him. “I can’t wait to make you a Papá. I bet you never thought you’d ever have a child of your own, huh?”

“Nope,” he smiles sadly, but it soon becomes a genuinely happy smile. “Shocked it took my own step daughter to make it happen.”

“I never planned on having children, but for you I’d do anything.”

“Oh, cariño.”

He kisses you deeply, holding you firm against him before resting his hand on your belly and giving it a small rub.

“I love the two of you so so much.”

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Four months into your pregnancy and you’ve already got quite the belly growing, which Pedro absolutely loves to pepper with kisses. He talks to your belly every morning and every night, telling your baby growing inside of you how much he loves them already and how he can’t wait to shower them with all the love in the world.

The two of you are in your bedroom at the moment, Pedro on his knees in front of where you stand with both hands on each side of your baby bump, your own hand carding through his hair as he speaks to and kisses your belly.

“Papá loves you very much, bebé. Mamá and I can’t wait to meet you.” He looks up at you with a smile, his hands gently rubbing the sides of your belly. “I love you, bebita. I truly cannot wait to hold our baby for the first time.”

“What?!”

You gasp when you hear the shrill voice of your mother right in your doorway, your head immediately snapping toward where she’s standing there obviously fuming.

“You knocked up my daughter?!” She’s practically screaming her words and you internally and externally flinch, knowing this outburst of hers may not end well for either of you. “If you’re so into my daughter, why didn’t you marry her instead?!”

Pedro looks from your mother, to you, then back to your mother, mentally preparing himself for the repercussions of your mother’s discovery. She wasn’t supposed to be back from LA so soon, you thought she was supposed to be there for at least another week, but evidently she’s home early.

“Mom, I--”

“You shut your little whore mouth!” She snaps, tears immediately spilling from your eyes at her insulting words.

“Don’t you dare talk to her like that!” Pedro’s on his feet in mere seconds, approaching your mother with fire in his eyes. “You wanna know why I’m sleeping with your daughter? Because she’s actually here for me, she actually shows me love, and she’s a way better lay than you could ever dream to be.”

Pedro is seething by the time he reaches your mother and you’re too stunned to even move an inch from the spot you stand, tears drenching your cheeks while a soft sob wracks through you.

“You are a pathetic excuse of a husband! I cannot believe the audacity from either of you! Screwing around behind my back!”

“Maybe if you actually chose your family over your job, then something like this wouldn’t have happened!” He shouts. “Actually you know what?” He stops, looking over to where you’re standing with your face in your hands, fighting to hold back your sobs. “Yes it would have, because I knew the moment I met Y/N that there’d come a day where I’ll end up divorcing you and leaving you for her instead.”

“What the fuck are you saying, Pedro?” She growls.

“I’m saying, I’m filing for divorce and I’m taking your daughter and our child with me. You can live in this big empty house on your own and think about everything you lost because you’re a pathetic excuse of a mother and wife.”

With that he walks away from her and toward you, gently taking your wrists in his hands and pulling yours from your face.

“We’re leaving. Pack whatever you can and leave whatever you don’t care to part with. I’m not spending another night under a roof with a woman who doesn’t give a goddamn about her own daughter.”

“Okay,” you whimper, burying your face in his chest for a moment so you can hide away from your mother.

She stands there for a few moments longer before throwing her hands up and storming down the hall toward the stairs to go down to the second floor where her bedroom is, the sound of her bedroom door slamming causing you to flinch.

“I’m so sorry,” you sob.

“Bebita, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry for. I was going to leave her one day either way, whether you were pregnant with my child or not.”

You only nod, overwhelmed beyond belief that your mother found out this way, afraid of what she’ll do now that she knows. Instead of worrying, though, you have some things you need to do and you just can’t wait to finally be out of this house and as far from your mother as possible, finally able to live a peaceful and no longer secret life with the man you fell so hard for.

Everything: @halefirewarrior @takemepedropascal @wildcard566 @readsalot73 @talesfromtheguild @snazzyjazzy6 @oberynispunk @whiskeyxinxaxteacup @pedrosdoll

Pedro: @manuphantom @unadulterated-neckherolover @luna-longbott0m @hanelijoy @anoushkina @lireandcampfire

#step daddy!pedro x reader #step daddy!pedro x y/n #step daddy!pedro x you #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal au fic #my writing #ohpedromypedro

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seanfalco · 4 years

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Three’s a Crowd, but Only Sometimes | Misfits ot3′verse

a/n: so here it is, the infamous threesome fic, mentioned in both @bisexualnathanyoung‘s Old Endings & New Beginnings & The Deciding Factor. I had a lot of fun writing this. I just love threesomes y’all, I admit it. And I know it’s oc stuff, but if y’all sleep on this smut, you’re missing out imo, bc I think it’s some of the spiciest shit I’ve written in a while. pairing: Win Lewis (oc) x Nathan Young x Mel Albright (oc) warning(s): oral - f&m receiving, vaginal sex, face riding, fingering, recreational drug usage, language word count: 3.8k of pure smutty goodness

“Hey pass me some of that,” Nathan exclaimed, flailing his hand impatiently at Mel who currently had the blunt they were all sharing between her lips. Inhaling deeply, she unhurriedly leaned toward Win and blew the smoke lazily into her waiting mouth before passing the blunt to Nathan who frowned, his eyes flicking from Mel to his girlfriend, who leaned back against the edge of the couch contently.

“Oh sure, do blow backs with her,” he cried, gesturing at Mel before Win leaned forward, plucking the blunt from his fingers to press purposefully between her own lips, repeating the action with Nathan, leaving him grinning impishly and Mel rolled her eyes.

“What, you jealous?” Win asked, giggling softly as she nudged Nathan’s shoulder, crawling closer.

“No,” he exclaimed defensively. “It’s just not fair that th’two of you make it look that hot,” he replied, half joking.

At his words Mel and Win shared a look and instantly fell into a fit of giggles til Nathan joined them, no longer able to hold back his own laughter, the weed and alcohol lowering their inhibitions.

Mel had been staying with them for a couple weeks now. Initially she’d been waiting for her flat to be ready, needing a place to stay and Win offering, but now she still came round nearly as often, seeming to prefer their place to her own.

During that time Nathan had finally begun to warm up to her, his initial reaction one of jealousy, never having been very good at sharing Win’s attention, but once he got past that, he found Mel was actually a lot like him, and he found he enjoyed her company.

As he brought his beer to his lips, taking a long swig he watched the two women lounging on the floor in front of him, Win murmuring something to Mel who snorted a laugh and Nathan couldn’t help but let his gaze linger, running over their curves appreciatively, already feeling his cock start to stiffen as unbidden thoughts swirled in his head.

“Y’know what we should do,” he blurted out, pulling Mel and Win’s eyes, both of them turning to look at him curiously.

“Yeah, and what’s that?” Mel asked, fighting back another burst of giggles.

“We should have a threesome.”

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and he winced, hoping he hadn’t just ruined the mood, though the very thought sent blood rushing to his half hard cock even faster, his pulse climbing as his mind rushed down avenues he’d only half considered before.

For a long moment neither woman spoke and Nathan began preparing himself for rejection, til Win drew her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly deliberating as her eyes flicked to Mel, who looked suddenly aroused.

“Sure, why not,” Win said with a half shrug, a tiny grin playing at her lips as she grasped the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head in one fluid motion as both Nathan and Mel gaped at her.

“Holy shit,” Nathan muttered, not quite believing what was happening. He’d fully expected them to scoff at the idea, Mel calling him a pervert and the conversation going back to normal, not… this, both girls already half undressed and Mel’s lips on Win’s, kissing her hungrily.

“You gunna sit there and stare or are you gunna join the party?” Mel exclaimed, breaking the kiss to glance over at Nathan. “This was your idea in th’first place,” she reminded him, her cheeks flaring red and Win grinned.

“Yeah, c’mon babe,” she purred, her hand trailing down Mel’s waist as she held his gaze.

God, she did always had the best fuck me eyes, Nathan thought, his mouth suddenly dry, but he quickly tore his eyes away to hastily undress.

By the time he was down to his boxers, his cock already straining against the fabric, Win was pushing Mel to her back and sliding her knickers down as she kissed her, a soft moan leaving Mel’s lips as Win’s hand slipped between her thighs.

“Oh, fuck,” Nathan groaned as he watched open mouthed as his girlfriend kissed her way down Mel’s exposed body, wasting no time in spreading her friend’s legs and nestling between them, her eyes flicking to his before her tongue peeked between her lips to find its destination, Mel letting out a choked moan.

“Oh God, yes,” she sighed, her hands sliding into Win’s hair.

As Win began to eat Mel out Nathan eased his boxers down, his cock springing free and he reached for it, desperate to jerk off to the sight of Mel writhing beneath Win’s expert mouth, her growing moans driving him crazy.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured weakly and Win lifted her face, fixing him with a stern look.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, Nathan Young. Not yet,” she instructed smugly and Nathan frowned.

“Are y’tryin’ to kill me?” he spluttered, Win’s lidded gaze holding him hostage and he obeyed with a disappointed groan, his hand leaving his throbbing length reluctantly.

“Good boy” she cooed, sending a shiver up his spine, her fingers massaging Mel’s cunt as she spoke, her eyes fixing on his cock as she pointedly wet her lips. “I promise you’ll be rewarded.”

Before Nathan could answer, Mel lifted her head to look at Win, a pout pulling her lips. “Winnie,” she whined, her hips rolling impatiently and Win huffed a soft laugh before bending to resume her tongue’s exploration of Mel’s cunt, Nathan giving a soft whimper as he watched.

“God, you taste amazing, babygirl,” she murmured, once more sitting up, much to Mel’s disappointment. “Nathan, you wanna taste?” she asked instead, and he gave a start.

“Me? Y’sure?” he asked faintly, suddenly rather nervous. Sure, he’d been the one to suggest this, but now he was afraid if he did the wrong thing, maybe Win would break up with him. Maybe it was a trap. But then again she was the one who’d jumped right into it, practically encouraging him to eat her best friend out.

“Yeah, hot stuff,” she purred, moving out of the way so he could take her place, her face rather flush. “Make her cum for me.”

“You don’t hafta tell me twice,” he murmured, pausing to kiss Win, shoving his tongue in her mouth eagerly, tasting Mel on her lips before he was situating himself between her open legs to taste the real thing. She looked up at him with an unreadable expression and Nathan’s nerves returned. Did Mel really want this?

“God, Nathan, are y’gunna eat me out or are y’just gunna stare at my tits?” Mel huffed, though she was as red as Win, maybe even more so.

Taking a deep breath he dove in, lapping eagerly at her clit, hoping his performance would hold up, especially after Win, but Mel seemed to like it, soon writhing beneath him, her hands finding purchase in his curls as she bucked her hips against his mouth.

“That’s right, babe, lick her pussy like you mean it,” Win murmured, her breath hitching, and Nathan wondered if she were touching herself as she watched them, her soft moans distinguishable from Mel’s.

The thought of Win getting off to what he was doing, mixed with Mel’s rising moans was almost too much for him, his balls aching for release, but he didn’t stop until Mel was arching against him, pressing her cunt harder against his mouth, her fingers digging into his scalp, pulling at his hair in a way that made his cock twitch and he moaned lewdly into her pussy.

“Oh, shit, Nathan!” she keened, the sound like music to his ears, and he gave her clit one last teasing flick with the tip of his tongue as she squirmed, pushing him back. “Fuck!” she gasped, breathing heavily, and he sat up, grinning smugly down at her as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

Before he could speak, unsure whose turn it was next and hoping it was his, Win was back in his arms and he ran his hands down her waist, pulling her against him, her skin like heaven against his throbbing cock and he rutted against her stomach as he kissed her, their tongues dancing eagerly as he moaned into her mouth, wanting so badly to come.

Pulling back, however, she glanced over to Mel, who by now had sat up, taking her hand and pulling her closer, turning to kiss her next.

“Mel, baby, will you help me?” Win murmured, nuzzling Mel’s nose with hers, her eyelashes fluttering. “Can you suck Nathan’s cock for me? Make him feel good. He’s been such a good boy, hasn’t he?” she asked and Mel’s eyes widened.

“Y-yeah, I can do that,” she stuttered softly, wetting her lips before getting on all fours, her hand gripping his length as she experimentally licked him, taking him into her mouth and drawing a low groan from him.

Tearing his eyes from Mel, he found Win watching him carefully and he swallowed thickly, still half afraid she was going to change her mind, but God did she look turned on, her lip drawn between her teeth as she watched Mel’s mouth glide along his length, her head bobbing a steady pace.

“She has a nice mouth, right Nathan?” Win whispered, her voice slightly strangled, as if she were wishing Mel’s mouth were on her and Nathan nodded his head, his mouth falling open as Mel’s hand hesitantly moved to cradle his balls, kneading lightly so as not to hurt him, and the sensation mixed with the wonderful feel of her velvety mouth had him tensing.

“Touch me,” Win begged, her voice cracking and Nathan realized she had yet to receive any attention, having made sure he and Mel were being taken care of, and he quickly pulled her closer, reaching up to cover her tit with his palm, kneading it as he kissed her sloppily, pinching and rolling her pert nipple before his hand traveled further down her body, slipping between her thighs.

“Holy fuck, you’re wet babe,” Nathan exclaimed with a start. “You’re practically drippin’,” he observed. “Is that all from just watchin’?”

“Maybe,” she answered and a heady rush of pleasure suddenly gripped Nathan, his climax swiftly building. If Mel kept sucking him like that he was gunna blow his load in her mouth, and he didn’t know how to feel about that, though she’d came against his face not long ago.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gunna��!”

“Mel, stop,” Win commanded suddenly, and she obeyed, pulling his cock from her mouth with a soft pop, leaving Nathan hanging and he gasped loudly.

“How come you let her come but not me?” he exclaimed, gesturing to Mel, who sat back on her haunches, an amused look crossing her face as Win merely smirked.

“You wanna cum?”

“God yes,” he groaned, almost a whine, and before Win could speak, he pulled her into his lap, sliding into her with ease with how wet she was and the surprised sound that left her lips brought a feral grin to Nathan’s face.

“How d’you like that, huh?” he asked smugly, bouncing her on his cock roughly, her tits bouncing in time with his wild thrusts and he glanced over her shoulder, catching Mel’s eye. Her mouth had fallen open as she watched, the scene swiftly turning her back on.

“F-fuck, Nathan—!” Win cried, throwing her head back as she hung on to his shoulders, but there was no way he was gunna be able to hold out for her, already too close from Mel’s mouth. Blowing his load with a loud groan, he buried his face between Win’s tits, much smaller than Mel’s but no less perfect, and he gasped a breath, holding Win tightly to him, his cock swiftly softening inside her.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold out,” he murmured, lifting his face, but he was met with a sweet kiss and he reacted by instinct, kissing her back before she slid from his lap.

“Want me to help you finish?” Mel murmured, her hands running over Win’s sweat damp body, squeezing her tits as she pressed her forehead to Win’s.

“Yes, please,” she whispered with a nod, relinquishing control to the other woman and Mel grinned brilliantly, lowering her to her back before crawling over to her backpack and rifling around in it til she found what she was looking for.

“Nathan,” Mel exclaimed and he lifted his head from where he lay, eyeing the rainbow coloured dildo in her hand, frowning slightly. Had she used that to get off in their bathroom while she’d stayed there the past few weeks?

“Hmm?” he asked, still drained from his orgasm.

“Where does Win keep her harness?”

“Huh?”

At his confused look, Mel rolled her eyes, pulling her long hair over her shoulder. “For her strap on? I know she has one.”

“Oh!” Nathan exclaimed, gesturing toward their bedroom. “It’s in the top shelf of th’dresser, with her knickers,” he answered and Mel stood, hurrying to retrieve it.

When she returned, already wearing it, dildo strapped to her waist, Nathan’s eyes widened and she smirked at the look on his face.

“What, she never use this on you before?” she teased and Nathan had to clear his throat before answering, feeling his face warm.

“Yeah, ‘course!” he exclaimed and Win smiled.

“Nathan likes it when I fuck him.”

“Yeah, I thought so,” Mel muttered. “You look like you know how to take a dick, though… a small one,” she added, eyeing him as if she were imagining pegging him as well, his cock giving a lazy twitch at the thought, already starting to harden again.

“Hey Winnie,” she purred as she crawled atop Win, who reached for her, running her hands up Mel’s arms. “I’ve had some practice since we…” she trailed off suddenly, her lips twisting and she cleared her throat.

“Fuck me, Melly,” Win begged, reaching up further to caress her cheek and Mel leaned into the touch, her eyelids fluttering for a moment before she seemed to steel herself, positioning the tip of the dildo at Win’s entrance.

When she slowly slid into her, Win let out a strangled moan, her body arching toward Mel’s and Nathan swallowed thickly, his mouth falling open. It seemed like every moment of the night was just getting hotter and hotter and his cock was having no problem getting hard again as he watched.

Mel’s hips slowly met Win’s, sheathing the dildo completely before pulling back out and pushing in again, Win moaning softly, her eyes flicking to Nathan for a moment to gauge his reaction before finding Mel again, gasping as her friend bucked into her harder this time, lifting Win’s leg as she picked up the pace, leaning forward to kiss her as she fucked her.

“Mel,” Win whimpered, her arms tightening around the back of her neck, drawing her closer and Mel let out a choked sound as their lips collided, almost a sob, but she kissed her like a woman possessed, her movements becoming desperate, fervent, like all she wanted to do was make Win feel so good and Nathan watched them writhe against each other, their tits now fully pressed together.

“Melly, make me cum, please?” Win murmured as Mel slammed into her, fucking her harder.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Mel whispered breathlessly, “I missed you.” Her words were nearly lost amid Win’s sudden cry as Mel rode her through her orgasm and Nathan crawled closer, reaching around to fondle her chest as she stilled, looking down at Win with an unreadable look. When Nathan’s arms snaked around her, his hands finding their destination she gave a slight jump, her face flaring red.

“You’ve gotten better at topping,” Win observed, stretching beneath her, Mel’s dildo still inside her and she grinned, watching her squirm in Nathan’s embrace.

“Yeah, well, I told you I’ve had some practice,” Mel huffed, glancing away, a soft moan leaving her lips as Nathan rolled her nipples between his thumb and fingers.

“Win, babe, I’m nice an’ hard again,” he said, cocking an expectant brow down at her and she grinned, pushing herself up to her elbows.

“Then let’s do the grand finale,” she purred, holding Nathan’s gaze and his grin grew. “Think you can handle th’both of us at once?” she asked.

“Course, I fuckin’ can,” he boasted and Mel snorted, but she didn’t say anything else, instead helping Win up.

“Okay, Nathan, lay on your back,” Win instructed and he gave Mel’s tits one last playful squeeze before obeying, spreading himself out on the floor, cockily folding his hands behind his head to gaze up at both women.

“Like whatcha see?” he asked, giving them a sly wink.

Rolling her eyes though her lips curled slightly, Win grabbed a pillow from the couch to toss at Nathan.

“Put that under your head, y’dork.”

Mel snorted at Nathan’s affronted yelp as the pillow smacked him in the face, but he did as Win said, and once he was ready she turned back to Mel expectantly.

“Climb on that dick, babe.”

“What?” Mel exclaimed, gaping at Win.

“I know you wanna try th’real thing out,” Win said, leaning in close so Nathan couldn’t overhear, giving her a knowing look, definitely not having forgotten the dirty dream Mel’d confided in her she’d had about Nathan before they’d even met.

“Win,” Mel hissed, cut off as Win kissed her.

“I want you to feel good, Melly,” Win murmured earnestly and Mel reluctantly nodded, anxiously climbing astride Nathan, hovering over him.

“Y’ready for me t’rock your world?” Nathan exclaimed with bravado, sliding his hands up Mel’s thighs to circle her waist.

“You better not be all talk, Young,” Mel said with a nervous smirk as she lowered herself onto his waiting cock, a sigh falling from her parted lips as he filled her.

“Trust me, I’ve never had any--” he cut off with a frown, his eyes darting to Win for a moment. “Okay, okay, I may have had some… complaints, in th’past,” he admitted, while Mel raised her eyebrows at him, not wanting to bring up some of the stories Win had told her, one of which involved a bloody nose. “But just ask Win, I’m an excellent lover!” he boasted, waggling his eyebrows up at Mel.

“That’s right,” Win murmured, stroking Nathan’s cheek, flushing slightly, avoiding the look on Mel’s face for a moment, a strange flutter filling her chest that was growing harder to ignore.

“So are we gunna get on with this, because as much as I love a good cock warmin’ session, I’m ready and rarin’ t’go, ladies,” Nathan exclaimed, flashing a grin at Mel before turning back to Win. “C’mere and sit on my face, love!”

“If you insist,” Win murmured with a grin, crawling over him, facing Mel, who was beginning to look nervous again. “You ready?” Win asked softly, taking Mel’s hands and threading their fingers together.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” she said, squirming on Nathan’s cock, moaning softly as she rolled her hips and Win’s mouth fell open as Nathan’s tongue delved her folds, eagerly exploring her sex.

“Fuck,” Win groaned, grinding against his mouth, her eyes not leaving Mel’s as she ground against his pelvis, pulling his cock deeper.

Beneath them Nathan moaned, his hands moving from Mel’s waist to slide up the outside of Win’s thighs, and the two women began to find a rhythm, matching their movements to each other as they took their pleasure from Nathan, who from the sounds he was making was definitely in heaven himself.

“That feel good babygirl?” Win asked, squeezing Mel’s hands and Mel nodded wordlessly.

“Fuck, yes. I--”

Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by a sharp moan as Nathan bucked up into her suddenly, taking her by surprise and she groaned, grinding faster against him, her tits bouncing with each movement.

“I can’t believe we’re doin’ this,” she admitted, her mouth falling open and Win grinned.

“I hope that’s a good thing?” she murmured, her breath hitching as Nathan drew her clit between his lips, sucking and flicking with his tongue.

“I--I, oh God--” Mel exclaimed, again cutting off before she could answer, instead letting go of Win’s hands to grab her face, pulling her in for a sloppy, rather intense kiss, shoving her tongue in her mouth as her climax drew closer, building in her gut, Nathan’s cock hitting her in just the right spot as she rode him with abandon now, and she wondered if he was close too.

Win tensed suddenly, moaning into Mel’s mouth as she kissed her back, her body shuddering, Nathan’s tongue bringing her undone, her climax gripping her in her oversensatized state moments before Mel’s washed over her, the two of them riding through them together before Nathan finally tensed beneath them, bucking up into Mel as he came with a cry, Win collapsing to the side so he could breathe.

“Holy fuck!” he gasped, completely spent, whimpering as Mel quickly slipped off him, falling to the carpet next to Win, breathing heavily, searching blindly for her hand and Win gripped her too before turning to Nathan, pressing her face to his.

“That was the fuckin’ hottest thing I think I’ve ever been a part of,” he exclaimed, his chest heaving and Win huffed a breathless laugh herself.

“God, you were amazing, babe,” she assured him, wiping his face before bending to kiss him, still holding Mel’s hand in hers, feeling her friend crawl closer. “You were both amazing,” she amended, pulling back to look at Mel, pulling her into her arms between her and Nathan, the three of them collapsing into a giant sweaty pile in the middle of the living room.

However, as Win and Nathan quickly fell into a comfortable slumber Mel lay awake, chewing her lip, replaying everything. She was struck by just how much she’d missed fucking Win, kissing her, being held by her. It felt like the gaping, never-quite-healed hole in her chest that had opened when they’d broke up had reopened, and the thought that after tonight she’d have to go back to just being friends felt like the cruelest thing ever, top that off with how much she wanted Nathan, her best friend’s boyfriend. It was almost too much.

She’d never slept with a guy before, and she’d been lowkey crushing on this one for a while now, despite the complicated nature of their relationship, despite her feelings for Win. He’d felt so good, made her feel so good, all while Win had been right there, making sure she was being taken care of, the love in her eyes overwhelming. But Win loved Nathan, and Nathan loved Win, and this was just a drunken, high, spur of the moment impulse for them. In the morning they’d go back to being a happy couple, and Mel… Mel, would be their friend, who they’d happened to fuck.

Shit.

Maybe this was a mistake.

#misfits #nathan young #nathan young smut #nathan young x oc #ot3: how many bisexuals does it take to change a lightbulb #win x nathan x mel #oc: Win Lewis #oc: melanie albright #my writing #ot3'verse

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quotes-of-dreamland · 4 years

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Any rare pairs the mods have? Or just any random character(s) with like no personality or screen time they absolutely love?

Mod Susie: Okay so when I was trying to think of one I thought of Parallel Susie, but then I remembered. That I’m writing a fic from the perspective of a Jammerjab. And have a ton of Jammerjab headcanons. And as a result of writing that fic, have a Jammerjab OC.... so if you wanna hear any headcanons about them feel free to ask-

(also SuZan..? Is that ship rare? I was under the impression it wasn’t rare but here it is anyway, to noone’s surprise)

Mod Skirby: Brow prince... Mirror boy... hold hands sometimes,,... Hi CEO of Skirfluff here-

Mod Taranza: both of y’all hold my beer bottles full of sprite cranberry. Queen Ripple being gay/queerplatonic with Nova, there’s also PartiRanza, Gryllberg, Sailorcissca, polyamorous ship between Taranza, Magolor, and Marx, Morpho2, MetaMorpho, AND.... the big one...

Morpho x Taranza. Gay bugs for the win!!!!

*coughs*... also uh... Gryll is cool.. and the Concept Magolor Girl who I’ve lovingly named Merissa...

Mod Lor: Hello I’m the CEO of NovaStarcutter,,, it ain’t just a rarepair, it’s a critically endangered pair. All jokes/shipping aside, I desperately want more content of Nova or Lor that isn’t made by me, but I understand that’s a lot to ask of people.

I at least wish more people would acknowledge them as characters and not just MacGuffins. Nova canonically shows emotions/reactions and Lor is pretty heavily implied to be sentient both in acting by herself after Magolor gets uhhh Deaded™️, and through some Magolor dialogue. Basically they aren’t just inanimate objects, and I wish others would stop portraying them like they are...

Oh that was quite the tangent,,, oops

Mod Galacta: For characters, basically all of the Meta-Knights, and sword people in general like Galacta and DMS.. I just., [holds gently] i lov them so much. I desperately need to start working on writing down my characterizations for them ‘cause I want to write stuff for them! As for rarepairs uhhh.. skirfluff magochilly, and marxochilly!! there are so many more characters and ships i have been dragged into this hell against my will for the love of god please help me Edit: ... add Rock Kandi to this gdi Mod Ribbon

Mod Ribbon:

i really like the helpers, just in general and whenever i see content of them i go !!!, same goes for the patchland court tenants. they’re all funky lil dudes. in terms of rarepairs i’ve got quite a few that i like (marxochilly, darkroach, ripple x 02, dootwife etc.)

rock kandi (fluff x kirby x ribbon) is the biggest one though!! it’s supremely cute and fluffy and i like it very much. kirb has two paws for a gremlin fairy and a lasso prince n i’m always open to talking about it pspspsps 🥺👉👈

#mod susie #mod skirby #mod taranza #mod lor #mod galacta #asks #mod ribbon

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vvakarians · 4 years

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I need to be vulnerable for a second.

It’s been a year. I’ve made a lot of progress and am still uprooting shit I’ve been wading in for a while now. I’m growing and learning. But I’ve never gone into detail really, maybe on twitter and mentioned it a couple times but yeah. Been thinking a lot.

TW for Homophobia / Abuse

TLDR; My best friend was a shitlord and I spent ten minutes painfully sobbing about it. I’m fine lmao just needed to make a messy post.

Won’t be mentioning who they were on SM here but if mutuals who are and were friends w/ both of us want to know, hmu lmao. I sincerely hope y’all didn’t get shit on like I did

I’m so tired. I’m tired of knowing that someone I used to call my best friend literally cyberstalked me in a discord server and when I told them I wanted to have a space without them/wouldn’t be interacting with their character, they lost it.

I’ll call this person A. They were there for me through a lot but it got weird towards the end for sure. A was always clingy, always needed to be right (passed it off as an OCD thing), and always felt like they needed to be included in things I was doing. Abandonment issues due to trauma they said, still doesn’t excuse it but you know? Fine.

I identified as aro/ace for a long time bc I was severely traumatized. Someone thirst followed me and cornered me into a relationship/took my kindness for granted (Not A, not yet). A’s reaction was to assume I would never have time for them and we would drift apart, just because I had a partner. They complained about this to me and said that even if I was just their friend and QPP (we were both aro/ace) that they still felt I would abandon them. I tried to calm them down the entire time, this was October 2018. Three days later I had a severe PTSD break (unrelated trauma) and broke up with my ‘boyfriend’. A said it was the right decision and we left it at that.

Cut to me a year later having recovered a bit and realizing I had romantic feelings still. That I *wanted* to kiss and take someone out, and do heavily romantic things. During this time A and I had severe issues with D&D parties also where they would break down if they didn’t know everything and said that I couldn’t produce any part of my worlds for profit bc theh had contributed in a small way. It was a bad time. It lead to the complete disintegration of two relationships that I can...probably never get back. One of which I’m not sure I *want* back, but that’s a different story.

Basically they wanted to be the DM with half the credit despite only making npcs I could easily replace or cut out entirely. Now that I started playing again, I have.

I still was friends with them, still waveringly QPP’s with them. Though I’d often feel my skin crawl when they touched me or wanted to be in my space. This was all the time, not when I got triggered into a PTSD episode. I was annoyed when they wanted to always be in my space and have all my attention. But I felt obligated to A and had been recently traumatized again.

Even with all of this I wanted to come out as gay / mlm but still keep part of my aceness with me. Of course in feeling this, I approached A to let them know. Their response was to immediately come back with ‘we can do all of those things you want to do with a romantic partner’. Which I felt may be true for some aspecs but not me. I wanted to *be* with someone and not just...a friend. I wanted to have a boyfriend and be cheesy. I told A that it was probably true but I wanted something else. That I wanted space to think on what they had said. They came back with ‘you’re abandoning me. You just don’t like me. Everyone always leaves me’. Once again with the ‘you get a bf you’ll forget I exist’ rhetoric 🙃.

I told them that they weren’t the person I wanted to be romantic with. I was looking for someone else. I wasn’t attracted to them that way. They took that as an insult. Though to me they relented. Come to find out A got one of our mutual friends involved bc they lived in the same area. They vented and complained to them that I was going to abandon them, that I was punishing them, that they didn’t know what they did wrong. Which was behavior my parents exhibited when I was forced out as trans to them. That Inwas punishing them somehow for a misdeed or that they knew me better, they did something ‘wrong’.

The only outlet I had away from A was TikTok, we weren’t really doing D&D anymore because the party had dissolved due to their controlling habits. Every account I had was heavily monitored by A, I would vent and they would immediately pull it up and ask if I was okay. Even if I had explicitly said before that I was alright and needed some space. But TikTok was a place they barely went on. So I cosplayed more after our last visit (October 2019), and got a small following after joining a lovely d&d tag ran by one of my now closest friends. I also met my boyfriend through this tag, and several other very close friends. I made an oc that I integrated in one or two sessions of D&D before I completely stopped DMing.

Now, it gets worse. I get a following for cosplaying my oc Asariel Whately, join a server, and for a time have a pretty okay place away from A. Some breathing room. When I mentioned that Asariel (who we had talked about maybe being w/ an oc of theirs) was going to romance my now boyfriends oc in the tag, they got upset. They said that they were sad to see them with someone else, and asked if it could all be before my campaign/not actually be real. I told them no and that I’d continue doing what I wanted.

Well, after that and scouring my TikTok (i made the mistake of saying anything in the first place), they got invited to the server and started RPing/cosplaying in the tag. Which they’re allowed to do, but A has a history of wanting to be in my things and being the center of attention. When I say A got involved with *several* other characters, including a possible *minor*, that doesn’t even cover the worst of it. They got involved in a huge polyam relationship (which is fine, i’ll explain why their behavior was weird tho) that LITERALLY took up chunks of the whole server. Any time my bf and I got into chat to rp out some scene for Asariel and Fraanic, A was there to bury our scene in their own garbage. Could have been conicidence but who knows. Then the minor got added into the mix and most of us just had the server on mute/rped in DMs. It was so bad that other people noticed their bad behavior, meta gaming, and needing to be right.

Our relationship ended when someone from a private close knit server made up of all the people who wanted to remove ourselves from the toxic environment, outed our server. Said there was an nsfw server and A immediately jumped to say they wanted an invite. I panicked and DMed them for the first time in weeks to say that they couldn’t. That I needed space from them and this was the one place I had. We had a fight, they said ‘they’re my friends too’ and I pointed out that they had forced their way in, that I said I needed space. Eventually they gave up on it, thank god. But it left me wrecked for months. I didn’t create, I retreated into a two person server with my best friend who is now my boyfriend and just never looked back.

While I’m grateful that this massive upheaval gave me a new support network, got me into a good place for a romantic partnership, and allowed me to heal...I still have a lot of pain. I felt like I had been commodiefied, like an object because of how kind and soft and pliable I was. Because someone thought I was beautiful and *theirs* in the worst way. My ocs who are some of my largest coping mechanisms were tainted, I could barely play Dragon Age, couldn’t think about it. Because someone had conpletely obliterated my love for it. I hate to think they then continued to do that same thing to other people but I honestly have no clue what A is doing now. They dropped off the planet and honestly good riddance.

#i dont even know what to tag this as #personal #idk my person tags change a lot #tw homophobia #tw abuse

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littleredlie · 4 years

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Choices (S1P3)

Series Masterlist | Master Masterlist

Chicago Med x doctor!OC Morgan Fitzgerald is a doctor at Chicago Medical and she is called in on her day off. She thinks it’s going to be a simple day, but a feeling of dread doesn’t seem to escape her. She is confronted by a forgotten figure of her past; and secrets about Morgan’s history come into the light to her friends and coworkers. Based off S1E59 of Chicago Med

5.6k+ Words

Featuring: Morgan Fitzgerald, Hayden Everett, Will Halstead, April Sexton, Maggie Lockwood, Ethan Choi, Sarah Reese, Sharon Goodwin, Connor Rhodes, Jay Halstead (mentioned), Cassidy Kane-Fitzgerald, Erin Lindsay (mentioned) Warning: Mentions of drug abuse, angst, Morgan has her problems, cursing??? (for the amount I actually curse, I’m surprised my stories aren’t riddled in curse words) idl what else ??? A/N: Here it is! I keep forgetting to queue this shit, but at least it’s still posted on a Saturday. These chapters are getting longer and longer

Part Two

Hayden passes a cup of tea to Morgan, before joining her friend on the couch to watch TV. “I feel as if I have only been working,” Morgan sighs, taking a sip of the mint tea. She had taken the week off, or she was forced by Goodwin to take the week off, to make up for the fact that she’s been working nonstop for the past three weeks.

“It’s because you’ve been taking on extra shifts and haven’t been getting any sleep.” Morgan tries to deny her accusations, but Hayden gives an all-knowing look. “I know when you’re up Morgan, I can hear the papers shuffling.” Morgan drops her eyes to the pool of tea, slightly shaking from her movements.

“There hasn’t been any leads on Olivia’s case or on the case that came into the hospital in 2014. She’s still a Jane Doe, no matter what I try or where I look.”

“Why don’t you ask for some help from your detective ex?” At that Morgan almost chokes on her tea and Hayden lets out a boisterous laugh at her reaction.

“Yeah, right,” Morgan’s still clearing her throat, placing the cup on the coffee table. “Running into Jay a few weeks ago is not an invitation for us to have any type of relationship. And I do not want to complicate his life while he’s dating Erin.”

“Yeah, sure. Not like he didn’t complicate your life when y’all broke up.” She scoffs, taking a large drink from her tea, a shake of her head.

“For one: I broke up with him, and two: he doesn’t know about Olivia.”

“But he knows about the Jane Doe, it was his case too wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, and if I ask him about it, he’s gonna wonder why I’m still interested in it. It’s been two years with no new victims or lead. I told him I moved on, back when we were dating, I don’t need anymore animosity between us if he found out I lied.” Morgan picks up the drink again and takes a sip, letting the warmth of the tea soothe her throat and relax her body.

“Well, I’ll try to reach some of my contacts in the department and see what I can find.” She reaches over and places a hand on Morgan’s knee. “We are gonna catch this guy, we’ll get Olivia, and all his other victims, their justice.” Morgan looks at her friend for a moment, glad that she finally wasn’t carrying this burden by herself, and nods. “Do you have any other information about the case?”

Morgan breathes out and nods, “yeah, I started a folder after the victim came through the hospital in 2014. I tried looking for other victims at other hospitals, but haven’t found anything.” She gets up and walks down the hallway to her room. In a locked box hiding under her bed was a thick folder field with a copy of police reports, medical examiner reports of Olivia’s and the jane doe’s autopsy, and Morgan’s medical reports from when the jane doe was under her care. She grabs the folder and heads back out to where her best friend was sitting, handing it to her waiting hands. “The brutality of his crimes indicate that he has done this more than twice, but I can’t find any evidence.” Morgan throws herself back on the couch, folding herself up and facing Hayden.

“Maybe you need a fresh pair of eyes, and it also helps that my eyes are trained to find leads. And that I have plenty of cop friends.” She flips through the various pages, taking more time to read on some of the pages.

“Thanks for looking into this for me.”

“It’s no problem, I’ve always wanted to help you, but I also wanted you to let me in when you were ready.”

“Thanks babe.” Morgan smiles.

“Now about Jay,” Hayden inquires and her friend groans, eliciting a laugh. “What?! You liked him and I recognized the moping that occurred right after you broke up with him.” Her tone turns softer as she looks at the doctor. “Why’d you break up with him? When you were with him, it was the first time I’d seen you smile since Olivia died. I just never understood what went wrong.” She shrugs, wishing her friend would open up to her.

They’d been friends since they attended undergrad together, but Morgan always had trouble opening up even when Olivia died. Hayden understood, but she always made herself available to her best friend and it was reciprocated. Morgan was a good friend, sometimes too good of a friend, putting their needs above hers.

“Ultimately in the end it wasn’t working and I wasn’t blind. I could see that he did not want to make a choice between…” Morgan pauses taking a deep breath.

“Between you and Erin?” Hayden asks and Morgan nods, choking out a slight sob.

“God, it’s been two years, why can’t i get over it? He didn’t love me the way he loved her and that was okay, I was okay. I’m okay.”

“Well if you’re okay, why not go on a date with that one guy I told you about?” Morgan shrugs at the question, but also knows that answer. The scar that sat at the base of her belly made her insecure, she hadn’t been intimate with anyone since Jay and she yearned to be touched intimately by someone, she wasn’t ready to have her whole body exposed to new eyes.

“I’ll think about it,” Morgan lies, turning her body to the TV that they really just used for background. Hayden doesn’t push any further, she closes the file that she has in her hand and places it on the coffee table, swapping it out for a takeout menu

“Alright Chinese or Ethiopian?”

“Ethiopian, I have a coupon somewhere in my room.” Morgan gets up to look for the coupon while Hayden dials the restaurant’s number. Morgan returns to the living room with a coupon in hand, reading to see if it had expired. It hadn’t. But when she looks up, Hayden is holding her phone towards her. “Tell me you’re joking, please.” Morgan begs but Hayden sighs out, shaking her head. Morgan takes her phone, pushing a sigh out. “Hello?”

“Hey Morgan, I’m sorry to do this to you today but we’re getting slammed and two of my nurses and a doc called off,” Goodwin says through the phone and Morgan wants to say no but she doesn’t.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Give me 30 minutes.” At Morgan’s answer, Hayden throws a pillow at her, a little upset that their girl’s day is ruined.

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” Morgan hangs up and flings herself over the back of the catch, her face stuffed into one of the cushions.

“Hey, you only have thirty minutes, get your ass to work,” Hayden throws another pillow, pulling a muffled groan from the doctor.

“Okay, it’s just for today. Just one day taken off from my week. When I get home girl’s day will resume and will stay resumed, no interruptions.”

“You say that and then we get doomed. You get called in and I get a new assignment.”

Whipping her head up to look at her best friend, she puts on a face of determination.“That won’t happen, not after tonight.” She gets up and starts walking down the hallway. “I promise!” She yells back.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep!” Morgan hears her friend’s teasing answer, scared that she really wasn’t going to be able to keep it.

❦

Morgan pulls up to the hospital 25 minutes later in the Nissan Rogue she shared with Hayden. Hayden decided to pursue girl’s day on her own, so she was staying home. Morgan stares at the entrance from the warmth of her car and takes a deep breath. For the past three weeks, she has been at Med every single day. After the day of Olivia’s birthday, she pushed herself into finding out what happened to her sister and to not let her investigation distract or destroy her, Morgan threw herself into work. She didn’t think it was much of a problem until she found herself unable to keep her eyes open while driving back home last week, she had called Connor to drive her home and he pointed out the issue. So, Morgan decided to take a week off and try to relax. So much for that.

Grabbing her hospital badge that sat in the center console and her backpack from the passenger seat, Morgan steps out of her car and begins making her way into the hospital. When she gets to the ED, she sees that it’s a little busy so she understood why her presence was necessary.

“I thought you were off this week?” Connor asks when he sees Morgan. He walks up to her as she leans against the door of the doctor’s lounge.

“I do, but got called in for today,” Morgan shrugs, a yawn escaping from her between her lips.

“Are you sure you’re okay to work today?” He leans closer, whispering to her. Connor wouldn’t tell it to her face, but he was getting worried for her, he had also noticed that a few weeks ago her behavior began to change.

“Yeah I’m sure. It’s just one shift.”

The sound of sirens pulling close to the emergency department doors pulls their focus from each other. Maggie asks for a report from the paramedics and Morgan turns her face back to Connor.“I think that’s your cue,” her head tilts towards the incoming patient and he nods.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” He doesn’t move on until she nods at him. She watches him join the patient and start working before pushing her body into the doctor’s lounge. The noise of the emergency department gets muffled the second the door closes behind her and she groans out. She didn’t have a problem coming in and the closer she got to the hospital the more okay she was with taking this shift, but now that she was in the building, she felt so overwhelmed and for a second, she almost wanted to cry. Closing her eyes and letting out another sigh, Morgan leans her head against her locker and forgets the world for just a moment. She knew today was going to be a day.

Finally getting it together, she throws her stethoscope over her shoulders and slips her pager in the front pocket of her scrubs. She makes it out of the lounge as Maggie is calling a gathering of some of the staff. Morgan speeds up to the group, putting herself beside Sarah.

“Gather around, gather around,” the circle closes around the charge nurse. “New patient satisfaction forms. You need to get every patient who’s been treated to fill this out,” she starts handing them out, placing a few into Morgan’s outstretched hand as well. “Wait for it. It gets better.” She pauses building a bit of anticipation from the staff. “We have a P&P in isolation.” A few nurses groan out and Morgan just scoffs out a laugh. “Oh yeah.”

“What’s a P&P?” Sarah asks and Morgan gives a comforting pat, remembering the first time she treated one. It almost made her not want to choose emergency medicine for her residency.

“Reese should do it.” Doris says, a few of the nurses agreeing with “Yeah!” and assurance to Maggie.

“How about we show you, Dr. Reese?” Morgan teases, nudging the young student doctor on the side.

“Let’s go,” April says, tugging Sarah by the arm and Morgan follows behind them.

The three women make it to the room with April in front. “P&P; pediculosis and phthiriasis.” The nurse announces to Sarah, who seems hesitant.

“Lice infestation.” Sarah says matter of factly, nodding her head.

“Among other things,” Morgan answers, pushing herself from her leaning position and standing next to the tent.

“Uh, what exactly do I do?”

Morgan hands a protective covering to Sarah, “first, gown up.”

“You strip him, scrub him three times.” April continues, turning her body to grab a tube from the tray behind her and Morgan. “Then put permethrin over every millimeter of his body.” She puts the tube in Sarah’s hand with a smile. “Welcome to my world.”

“Okay,” Sarah says, a strained smile on her own face. Morgan starts to back away towards the exit. “Wait! You’re not gonna help?” Sarah says and April chuckles, already knowing the doctor’s answer.

“Sorry, Sarah.” Morgan shrugs, her hand ready to pull open the room’s door. “Needed on the floor. I just wanted to see the look on your face.” The doctor motions around her face, a teasing laugh on her face at the look Sarah had.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help.” April says and Morgan quickly excuses herself from the room. She leaves with a softer smile on her face, but still a feeling of dread hangs over her.

❦

It’s been three hours since Morgan first stepped onto the floor and although she helped on a few emergencies and set a few casts, the day was fairly slow. Being an attending meant overlooking a few of the student doctors and interns on their own patients, but their cases were usually easy and the patient was treated fairly quickly. So all Morgan had to do was scroll through various patient charts making sure that everything was in order. She was so close to just asking Maggie if she could leave early when Ethan walked up beside her.

“Hey, Ethan. How’s your day going?” The man looked a little tense to Morgan and she almost regrets asking the question. Ethan and Morgan were not as close as Will and Morgan were, but they respected each other and he did hold one of her biggest secrets.

“It’s complicated.” Morgan nods, completely agreeing with him. “I thought you were taking time off?”

“I’m filling in for someone,” she absentmindedly says while continuing to scroll through reports. “Eventually, I’ll go on sabbatical.” He chuckles at her answer and she turns to grin at him.

“Dr. Fitzgerald, Dr. Choi, we’ve got an incoming,” Maggie walks by them and towards the ambulance bay doors. Dr. Choi grabs a pair of gloves and follows the nurse, while Morgan works to log her credentials off the tablet. When she makes it to the treatment room they’re in, the patient has a high blood pressure and heart rate. Their body convulsing as a seizure pulses through them.

“On my count, let’s move her.” Dr. Choi says, everyone involved moving the patient at the end of count three.

“Push 4 of Ativan please.” Morgan asks and Nurse Doris complies. Dr. Choi reflects light into the woman’s eyes while Morgan checks her heart rate with her stethoscope. “Let’s get Neuro down here,” someone walks out of the room to do as she asked. The convulsing of the woman on the treatment table slowly stops and her eyes begin to open. She looks disoriented.

“Ma’am, do you know where you are?” Ethan asks while Morgan speaks to the paramedics to understand the situation they were dealing with. When Morgan turns back towards her colleague and patient, she freezes, the answer for her earlier feeling of dread finally presented itself.

It was her mother. A woman she hadn’t seen since was 22, was lying disoriented on the gurney looking up to Dr. Choi and trying to answer his questions. Sure, Morgan hadn’t laid eyes on her mother for 3 years but she knew it was her even with all the damage done to it. She couldn’t forget her face even if she tried – and she tried. Morgan wants to turn away but she can’t move her body, and her mother finally turns to her daughter.

“Morgie,” she rasps and Morgan can’t breathe. Her breaths come out shallow and her eyes begin to sting. If Dr. Choi held a stethoscope to her chest, he would’ve heard how fast it was beating. Ethan is looking between the stunned doctor and his patient, he opens his mouth to say something but Morgan beats him to it.

“Dr. Choi, you got this right?” Her words are strained and she forces herself to look at him, it’s obvious she doesn’t want to move her eyes a few degrees to the right.

“Yeah, Dr. Fitzgerald, I got this,” at the end of his words, Morgan moves without missing a beat and she’s barreling down the hallway towards the elevator, not caring who’s in her way. Dr. Choi just stares at the recently vacant spot while the woman chokes out.

❦

Morgan’s been up on the roof for the past thirty minutes when someone joins her. She doesn’t bother looking over as she’s still going over the situation she just found herself in. Her mother was in her emergency department. “So what’s up with her?”

“Cassidy is suffering from withdrawal symptoms.” Ethan’s answer emits a scoff from Morgan. The female doctor is picking at her fingernails, something she did since she was a child to calm her nerves. This time it wasn’t helping and a few of her fingers were bleeding at the cuticles.

“Of course she is. She probably hasn’t been able to get her next fix,” she moves her arms from her body’s way and leans against the edge.

“Who is she Morgan?” Ethan’s body is turned towards her. He notices the conflict flitting across her face, a hint of a sadness is present also.

“She’s...she’s my mom,” her head is looking towards the sky as she blinks the tears away and tries to compose herself.

“I thought your mother was a lawyer.” He asks, leaning his body on the edge now too. He had met her last year when her parents stopped by for an errand.

“Yes… and no. Stephanie is my stepmom. Cassidy Kane-Fitzgerald is my mother, she left when I was 5. My dad never told us why she left, but seven years ago she came looking for us, she was lucky; we didn’t even live in Chicago by then, but my sister and I were here visiting and that’s when we found out her problems with drugs.” Morgan saddens even more at the mention of her sister. “ You could just tell that she was dependent on them. I persuaded my sister into helping her, so we gathered a lot of the savings we could and put her into rehab.”

“What happened after that?” Ethan asks, taking advantage of the situation to not only know his patient’s history but to know his friend better.

“Two months later Olivia got a call that our mother left and I didn’t see her until shortly after I graduated med school. And again I used up most of my savings to put her through rehab, I don’t even know if she went through the whole program that time, I got caught up with something that summer. I guess I forgot about her.” Morgan shrugs as she remembers that three weeks after putting her mom in rehab, Olivia’s body was found.

“Well she’s asking for you, if you want to see her.” He lays a hand on her shoulder and she finally turns to look at him.

“I’m sorry Ethan, but I can’t do this with her again. You take primary on the case, I don’t think it would be a good idea to have someone so emotionally attached assigned to her, might cloud my judgement .” Ethan looks at her for a silent second before nodding, Morgan smiles softly before pulling away and walking back into the hospital. She just had to get through the rest of this day.

❦

Despite denying it, Morgan has been distracted. She tried her hardest to avoid the side of the emergency department that her mother’s room was, but occasionally she’d find herself walking past it.

“Hey, I heard your mom was admitted,” Connor says, walking up to the doctor who was trying to distract herself with paperwork.

“God, nobody knows how to keep their mouth shut,” Morgan slams what’s in her hand down on the desk, causing a few people passing by to glance at her. “It’s not a big deal, Ethan’s going to be handling her.” She tries brushing it off like it all wasn't bothering her to the smallest fragment of her being. In reality, she was angry. Angry that Cassidy was there and angry that the truth about her mother was traveling around the hospital like some type of seasonal flu.

“I don’t know why you didn’t come and get me.” His arms are across his chest, his voice hushed, his eyes glaring her down even though she won’t look up at him. “Morgan.”

With her jaw clenched, Morgan finally looks up at Connor then quickly looks away because of his stare. “Sometimes Connor,” she pauses contemplating if she really wanted to tell him this, she continues. “You get a little overprotective, and I am grateful that you are watching out for me, but you treat me like I can’t take care of myself or decide how I want to feel. You may be a little older than me, but I’m not a child anymore. We’re not in high school, you’re not Olivia’s best friend and I’m not her kid sister anymore. We’re colleagues now, Connor. You need to see that.” She finally looks up at him. And he opens his mouth to say something in response, but Morgan isn’t having it, not today. “Just give me a little space.” She turns away from him and heads out of the ICU towards the elevator.

She knew that maybe she was a little rude to Connor, but she also knew where he was coming from. However, Morgan hated when everyone looked at her like she was fragile, waiting to break and she especially hated receiving it from Connor. He knew not to treat her like that, they’ve known each other for years, but sometimes he defaults to it since he cares about her a lot.

Connor and Morgan met through her sister Olivia. Morgan was four years younger than the both of them, but he ended up hanging around their house a lot (to avoid his father) and in the process, Morgan and Connor also got closer, even closer than him and Olivia. He had attended all of Morgan��s graduations and she attended his, when he left the states they had stayed in touch. And after Olivia’s death, despite the physical distance that recurred after the funeral, they two were closer than ever; constantly calling each other and making trips to see one another if they could. But after being able to constantly see each other due to being coworkers, Connor could see how damaged Morgan really was; Morgan could see how much Connor was willing to do to protect her and she didn’t necessarily like that.

The elevator opens up to the emergency room and Morgan hesitates, not wanting to approach her mother. A few people get on the elevator, some giving her some looks including Will. He stands beside her quietly, and she slows her breathing. There was a guarantee that the gossip finally reached him and since she first met him, she tried to keep him out of her personal life. That’s how she was able to hide her relationship with Jay, the existence of her mother, and the fact that her older sister was raped and murdered shortly before she started at Med.

She sees him turn towards her in her periphery and she knows he wants to say something, but she beats him to it. “So, what’s going on with your cancer patient, heard she signed a DNR.”

Will sighs out, missing the opportunity to confront her. “Yeah, I’m hoping to get her into a trial. Change her mind and give her a fighting chance.” His hands are in his pockets as he shrugs. The elevator stops and a few patrons step off before it continues moving up.

“Why don’t you just respect her wishes?” Morgan looks up at him, her hand running over her curls as best as she can. “She above anyone else knows the struggle she’s going through, so she shouldn’t she have the choice to keep fighting or not, to make her own decisions?”

“But it’s selfish,” Will leans closer to her, to keep the conversation between them. “She has a daughter, a husband. She shouldn’t be so hellbent on abandoning them.”

“You don’t get to make that decision for her Will. Sometimes you need to let people make their own decisions and accept it without your judgement weighing in,” Morgan is not only addressing his patient, but their own relationship. She loved Will, she did, but after a lot of Morgan’s past began having a light shed on it, Will always had a few comments; with news of her mother and her condition, she knew it was a short time before she heard something from him. Might as well put him in his spot now.

She doesn’t give him a chance to answer as she takes a quick step out of the elevator as soon as it opens; this isn’t even the floor of her destination. She doesn’t look back, but Will watches her leaving.

❦

“Can you stop sending nurses to get me for you?! Can’t you take the hint that I don’t want to see you.” Morgan steps into the room, fuming. Her mother sits on the bed, an IV in her arm as Doris is adjusting the drip. Doris pauses at Morgan’s outburst and looks like she wants to bolt. Cassidy has sent various people to plead for Morgan to come and see her, or she would keep refusing treatment. Ethan was the first, Doris had even come asking, and it was Maggie who was finally successful in dragging Morgan from her lunch and into the treatment room.

“I just wanted to see you, it’s been years since I’ve had a good look at you,” the frail woman grasps at her daughter but Morgan steps out of her mother’s hold.

“I am busy.” Morgan enunciates every syllable, glaring at her mother.

“Fine then!” Cassidy yells and knocks over a metal tray down onto the ground, making Morgan jump slightly. “Get me Omar, I haven’t seen him since he was a baby.”

Morgan rolls her eyes, forcing a sigh out. April, Connor, and Will all step in, the noise drawing them as they think that Morgan is possibly in danger. They didn’t understand the type of dynamic that exists between the mother and daughter.

“You okay, Morgan?” Connor asks, coming up behind her. He starts placing a gentle hand on her lower back but hesitates, testing the waters since their conversation earlier was so tense. Morgan glances at him, but doesn’t step away which encourages him to actually touch her. Maybe she shouldn’t deny that Connor was a comforting figure in her life. Not as his touch sent a little shiver up her spine and made her heart jump in speed. Not when she enjoyed being that close to him.

“Yeah, the patient is just being a little uncooperative.” She says, not even bothering to hide her words from her mother.

“Stop talking about me like I’m not here.” She speaks loudly, pushing herself off the gurney. She looked ready to pounce on her daughter. Agitation was a symptom of withdrawal. April moves to the side of Cassidy, possibly to help calm her down. Will just watches the relationship of Connor and Morgan unfold in front of him. There was nothing that he could say to Morgan now, she was still upset with him and he knew she’d probably get madder if he heard what he’d done to Jennifer Baker.

Cassidy still hasn’t abandoned her request for her children. “If you won’t get me Omar –”

“Omar’s in Colorado,” Morgan injects, tired of conversing with her mother.

“Get me Olivia.”

At her sister’s name, Morgan tenses and surprisingly, so does Connor. Will and April noticed how the room suddenly got colder and they could see Morgan’s face start to harden. “What do you mean get Olivia?” Morgan says through clenched teeth.

“Get me your sister, she was always kind to me.” Morgan isn’t sure what to say, she just stares at her mother. “Well are you going to stare at me all day or let me see my kids.”

“Olivia’s dead,” Morgan whispers, but Connor is the only one that can hear her. Will and April stare at their coworker, wondering why the tension in the room all of sudden had to be cut with a saw.

“I don’t understand why you can’t get over the past Morgan, why can’t you let me make amends? ”

“Make amends?” Morgan’s voice is the one that raises in volume now. Connor’s grip tightens slightly as to calm her down but his friend steps away from him and towards her mother. “I put you through rehab two times, using Olivia and I’s savings. And look at you, two days off drugs and you think it’s time to make amends. You are unbelievable,” she’s looking down at her mother now; her voice coated with hate and low now, but she’s still audible to her coworkers in the room. “You are too damn late. Omar doesn’t remember you, I hate you, and Olivia’s dead. She was killed three years ago while you were off getting high in some dump!”

With that Morgan abruptly turns and pushes herself past Connor. He tries to grab her but she narrowly escapes him, tumbling towards the doctor’s lounge. She left behind a shocked room. Will and April looked at each other and then to Connor, realizing that he knew that news bomb. Cassidy sits on the bed, wails beginning to leave her throat as what Morgan said finally settles in her mind.

❦

Morgan’s out of her uniform and everything is packed, she was getting out of the hospital even though she still had two hours left.

“Maggie, I’m not feeling so well and I just need to rest.” Maggie looks at Morgan, not buying the lie but is willing to let it pass.

“Yeah, of course. Everything’s died down here so we shouldn’t need you anymore.” She nods and Morgan gives her a weak smile and then turns around towards the elevator. The charge nurse watches the distressed woman make her way to the elevator. Connor walks up beside Maggie, his eyes also going to his friend’s back. Morgan looked broken. Her bag loosely slung over her shoulder, her eyes a little red accompanied by bags under them. Her hair was in a messy bun, a little frizzy; it’s flat ironed looked totally a memory from this morning. She had it a little rough today.

“Is she going to be okay Connor?” Maggie asks, concern written all over her face. Connor isn’t sure how to answer because he hasn’t seen her this way since her sister died in 2012.

The woman’s trip up to Mrs. Goodwin’s was uninterrupted. She knocks on the administrator’s door and enters when she gets the go ahead.

“How may I help Dr. Fitzgerald?” Goodwin says, folding her hands under chin. “I was hoping to extend my time off for another week. Some things have come to my attention and I’d like to take care of them.”

“Well you have accumulated a lot of leave these past few weeks and I heard today wasn’t your day.” Morgan sits in the chair that is across from the older black woman.

“I think some time away will let me clear my head and get back on track.” Goodwin gives a small grin, before placing a warm hand on Morgan’s clenched fists. The gesture causes for tears to slide down Morgan’s face, the light reflecting off the tears against the black landscape of her cheekbones.

“You should talk to someone Morgan, take care of yourself.” Morgan doesn’t give a definitive answer, but grins back as a reply. “Get out of here, I’ll see you in two weeks.” With that Morgan gets up and exits the office, finally making her way out of the building.

This time her trip is interrupted by Ethan, he slowly approaches her outside the elevator doors. “Heading out?” He asks.

“Yeah, it’s been a long day.” She clutches her bag closer to her body and looks up at him.

“I just wanted to inform you that your mother left.” This causes Morgan to take a deep breath in. “Considering her condition and how adamant she was on not joining one of our programs, it’s not looking good for her.”

Morgan looks down at her feet, quiet for a minute. “Well Ethan, she’s not my problem. There’s nothing I can do about it.” She shrugs, her lips pursed.

“Are you sure Morgan?”

“I’m sure,” she pats his shoulder and leaves. When she gets outside, she pulls out her cell phone and dials Hayden. She throws her bag and herself into the car and slams the door, the biggest sigh of relief escapes her body as her roommate finally answers.

“Hey, don’t you have a few hours left on your shift??”

“No, I left early. Lot of shit happened today, I’ll tell you later.”

“Alright,” she lengthens the syllables with curiosity. “Do you need something?”

“Um, yeah. Can we get out of Chicago? Go up to that cabin you were talking about earlier?”

“Oh fuck yeah, I’ve been dying to drag you up there since this summer.”

“I know, I know,” a small chuckle leaves Morgan’s lips. “I’ll see you in thirty.”

“Okay, I’m gonna pack. Bye!” The two women hang up the phone simultaneously, but one is more excited than the other. Morgan glances one more time at her place of occupation and watches as various people walk in and out, she catches the figures of a few of her coworkers as well. She needed these two weeks, she couldn’t save others if she was denying rescue for herself.

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