#i like being alone but the fact that i haven't said one single word out loud to another person today is making me feel crazy today

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Heartless Pt.1

Mafia Boss! Miguel O’Hara x fem! reader

You and Miguel are married to each other…and it wasn’t because of love.

okay i’ve redirected this fic and made it into a slowburn multi chapter series, in hindsight my last idea was too abrupt. i feel like this storyline is wayyyy better. I LOVEEEE SLOWBURN. i hope ya’ll like this one better! Part 2 up now!

PS. if you don’t like this type of stuff, don’t be stupid and comment on it because I really don’t care enough to hear it, use ur fingers and scroll. it’s not that hard.

You thought your wedding day would've been more romantic than this.

More personal, more involved, a consolidation of the many moments you shared with the man you were going to love forever, but free will and liberation were something that you gave up when your parents decided that it was in your family's entrepreneurial interest to participate in a partnership with the O'Hara Dynasty.

You weren't mad. It was just...different. You knew this day was coming but it was all wrapped together quite nicely, in a neat little bow.

Everything was done with the utmost sensitivity and respect, the O'Hara family's Consigliere placed piles of paperwork in front of you, NDAs were rarely ever necessary, and guns and fists normally did the trick but Miguel personally wanted all of this to be clean. He was getting married for the sole purpose of extending his power and influence, being a part of the 5 Families in this city wasn't something that was done without shedding blood. And Miguel shed a lot. This was a very important occasion to him, marriage was important in all generations of his family, and almost every single Don arranged a marriage with a woman from another Dynasty just for the purpose of spreading influence and agendas. Miguel and his brother talked for hours about it and in the end, he had to do what was necessary for his family and his capos. He needed to conserve what was his whilst also inserting his power.

Dealing with ill-tempered men and being a sounding board for their last scraps of sanity wasn't new but Miguel wasn't that. He was just silent in a way you didn't like. It was almost unsettling. Maybe it would be easier to hate him if he was an asshole, but he was very kind and respectful in the little words he said to you.

All of this was strictly professional, a beautiful show for the underworld. It was ridiculous and you felt like a fool, and after the day you had, it felt perfectly reasonable to feel that way.

It was your wedding day and word got around fast.

The dress he picked was fine.

The ceremony was fine

The ring was fine

Everything was just fine.

Now you were in his cold, lavishly destitute penthouse at an ungodly hour, sitting around, still in the wedding dress that you haven't taken off for some reason- maybe to compensate for the fact that you'll throw it in a corner, leave it in the cold and black dark, collecting dust for you to never see it again. Miguel's capos had to scamper around and follow you just about anywhere but for once, they left you alone with Miguel shooing them out.

Is this what your life would be like? Sitting around, waiting for something to happen? Was everything meant to be so banal and grey?

“You looked lovely today.” A low voice grumbled behind you, you whipped your head around to see Miguel leaving his study and entering the living room, he was still wearing his tux with that unknotted ugly bow tie that was crooked the whole ceremony. He looked tired. You gave him an agreeable smile in response.

"Thank you.” You said politely, there was just nothing purposeful behind your voice. All there was between you and Miguel was agreeable conversation, polite and meaningless drivel to distract from the very true and real fact that you were betrothed, you both owed each other something. Miguel gave you protection and you gave Miguel his pathway to influence- it was a business transaction, that was all, but it didn't mean that all of this wasn't abnormal. “I can't reach the zipper, can you please zip me down?” You asked as if it was a normal question- it wasn't for your kind of relationship but what the hell was normal nowadays? For Christ's sake, you were married to a man you barely knew and you slept in different rooms.

Miguel approached you in silence, watching you stand up from the couch and turn around. He liked the dress, he picked it out himself, you looked nice. His fingers found the zipper and pulled down slowly, watching the slivers of skin appear with every small tug down.

As far as women go, Miguel wasn't really that interested in sleeping around, every woman he shared himself with became a target or an opportunity pry into his head- he didn't want anyone messing with his internal affairs. Sometimes he'd cave and fuck one of the women serving him drinks at private poker nights, they always made eyes at him, begging him with fluttering eyelashes and wet lips to fuck them senseless. He was a man after all, sometimes it was enjoyable, sometimes it wasn't, he just needed to get off.

You on the other hand, you were unreadable in a way that he didn’t know how to approach.Though sometimes he did find you talking to him like an acquaintance vaguely irritating he would definitely be a hypocrite for calling you out.

It felt like you were holding your breath when he was finished, you settled baxk into your senses, he gazed over the patch of skin peeking out of your dress. He stopped his gawking when you turned around and gave him a weak smile like you would a friend or a neighbour. "Thank you. Goodnight Miguel.” You walked passed him and went to your designated room. Miguel did the same

You never really thought of yourself as an incurable romantic, but this was truly dull and you contemporary marriage like this. Even if it was to one of the most dangerous men in the city.

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You awoke to a cacophony of sizzling and rustling noises coming from outside your room, your dreary eyes lulled by sleep couldn't fight against the delicious smell wafting from outside. Before you could fully register that breakfast was being made, the first thing you noticed was the heavy feeling of dread resting on your chest, you raked a tired hand over your face and rubbed your eyes awake. Opening them up fully, you saw the white fabric on the floor. In another life, the husband you actually loved would be laying next to you, whispering sweet nothings. Your wedding dress and veil were strewn about as if it was an article of clothing a teenage girl would carelessly discard while figuring out what to wear for a date with Tommy or Billy or Jason or whoever. But this wasn't high school drama, this was the type of life you were conditioned into.

Blood, war, and money.

You weren't complaining, the protection it offered you was immense. Miguel was a corrupt man dealing with equally corrupt politicians and people of interest, he had to adapt in his work but a part of you didn't believe he was the poisonous person everyone always made him out to be. Maybe it was because you hadn't seen him in his raw, primal ways, beating people bloody. That's what made you weary.

You shifted up and headed over to the walk-in wardrobe. This was the part that really stunted you, Miguel wanted you to wear what he specifically liked, everything was picked out by him and you still didn't know how to feel about it, but it made you grimace. You stepped in and glanced at the hangers, they were all ordered out by color and style. You noticed that he seemed to like satin and silk, and he was very particular about color, he liked black, silver, grey and even a baby blushed pink in certain articles. Your fingers grazed over the silk of the nightwear dresses, and the fabric of the gala dresses- you didn't like the idea of having to play pretend in front of too many people. You idled towards the drawers and wondered what he preferred when it came to underwear. You raised a cynical eyebrow and your lips pursed in curiosity as you let your finger pull it open.

Your mouth unhinged in a surprise you expected, but not in the way you thought of. He definitely had a thing for lingerie. God, there was a pair of everything, lacy, strappy, padded, unpadded, sheer garters, sparkly garters, knee highs, thigh highs. He was very particular indeed. It was tailored to your perfect cup size. Fucking hell. He liked Brazilian underwear but he seemed have an affinity for a thong too. You sighed and closed the drawer, you didn't want to read into it. Your eyes wandered to the muted pink silk robe hanging next to the drawer. Hm. That'll do for breakfast.

Miguel looked up from his newspaper to see you padding barefoot to the table where a spread was laid out. His maid, although young, ditzy and so obviously desperate to fuck him, was a very talented cook but the coffee she made always tasted like dirt. “Thank you.” He said to her plainly, he couldn't even look at her due to him being distracted by your presence. Your face creased into a light frown as you stared at the eye candy handing Miguel his coffee before she left as Miguel waved his hand. Of course the women who worked around him had to be insanely beautiful.

“Good morning.” Miguel grumbled before taking a sip. You were wearing the silk robe he liked. Good. Good girl.

You didn't say anything back, acting aloof and nonchalant seemed to be the only way of conserving whatever sanity you had left. The back of your throat had back drool when you stared at the delicious spread in front of you. You didn't know what you wanted to eat first. You grabbed a few pickings of everything, topped off with a mimosa. You ate in polite silence, minding your business, uninterested in anything he had to say at this point. Miguel settled down his newspaper and glared at you, you weren't particularly bothered by his presence, and that made him...unsettled. It went on like this for a solid few minutes.

“What?” You asked him, not even giving him the decency of looking him in the eye. Miguel was silent for a moment, contemplating your presence before he opened his mouth.

“We're leaving the city tonight.” He said oh so casually in that deep, low voice of his.

"And why is that?”You sighed tiredly, a slightly amused smirk twitched at your lips at this out-of-the-blue statement.

Miguel clicked his tongue and cooed at you, “Because cariño, my Consigliere has informed me that our marriage is not boding well with the other 5 Families, they think it's a covert attack in some sort of way, a questioning of power or sorts. And also..” He cut himself off for a reason unknown to him. “He also thinks it's a prudent idea to have a honeymoon, to hone everything in and make this...real.” He murmured as he rolled up his shirt sleeve.

Your eyes pricked up at the word 'real.' Wasn't this real? The papers were real. The ring was real. But the actual connection…? You glowered at him, your eyes narrowed.

“Do you think this is real?”

Miguel didn't know how to answer that. “Isn't real relative?”

“No.” You replied thickly like you didn't even need to think about it.

“Look. I don't want to discuss this.”

“So you can't compromise.” You shot back.

“No, I won't.” He pushed his chair back aggressively and sat his coffee down hard, he looked irritated by all of this. He didn't like that you thought you had the power to interrogate him.

Miguel walked past you as he went to exit the room but then for some reason he halted in his tracks. Compromise. Miguel is not known for compromising. The people around him know that for a fact, but he doesn't want this marriage to be another agenda that he has to put up with. He didn't want to hate you.

He sighed.

“Choose where we go. Tell my brother and he'll tell my pilot.” Miguel said coldly, his tone clipped and gruff even when he was trying to build a bridge of some sort.

It didn't seem like you had a choice, so now you were just another lackey he ordered around.

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The Younger Kind Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: As a single dad trying to start dating again, Bradley feels like he's constantly running in circles. Hiring a twenty-four year old student to babysit should have made things easier, but no matter how hard he fights it, you're too irresistible to stay away from. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 3300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley cradled his forehead in his hands as he leaned against the bar. He hated being interrogated like this. He knew it was coming eventually, but he really wasn't expecting it today.

"You need a babysitter?" Nat asked with vivid interest. "Who are you going on a date with?"

He groaned. "What makes you think I need a babysitter so I can go on a date? Maybe I just need a couple hours to myself."

Nat rolled her eyes. "Because when you need an hour or two to yourself, you always ask me if I can come over and stay with Noah. And I always oblige, because I am the best person you know. So this must be something else. Who is it?"

"Rebel asked me out," Bradley murmured, looking at his friend out of the corner of his eye.

"Rebel! She's only been at Top Gun for a week!" Nat said, eyes wide as she examined his face. "She literally arrived from Lemoore seven days ago, and she already made a move on you? Damn, some of these pilots are quick."

"She just asked me out for coffee. I only said yes, because you keep telling me I should start dating again!"

"Well, you should start dating again. But I figured you'd download an app, find some cute women and get your rocks off. Not go on a date with a coworker!" Nat said, exasperated. 

Bradley just gaped at her as Penny dropped off two more beers. "I haven't done this in a while. Forgive me for not knowing precisely what you intended for me to do here, Nat," he said with a massive eye roll. 

She turned her nose up at him. "You're forgiven. But you need to give me your phone," she said, holding out her hand. 

"For what?" he asked skeptically.

"Just gimme."

Bradley handed it to her and she entered his passcode from memory. "Just don't order anything on my Amazon account, okay? I like my Hawaiian shirts just fine, and I donated all the shit you charged to my credit card last time."

"I'm not ordering you new clothes," she scoffed, tapping away on his screen. "I'm solving all your problems. Now look at me and smile."

Bradley glared at her instead as she snapped a few photos. "These look terrible," she mumbled under her breath as she switched to her own phone. "I have one where you look halfway decent... oh, here it is."

Then she was back on his phone again, and he just gave up trying to understand half of what she did when she wasn't in the air with him.

"Nat, I just don't know that I'll ever get serious with anyone again. Meredith kind of ruined that for me."

Nat was scrolling along on his phone as she said, "Meredith was a flaming asshat. I never liked her. The best thing she ever did was get pregnant with Noah and then dump you."

Bradley was back to cradling his head in his hand. He did not like thinking about the fact that his ex bailed on him and their son when he was just a few months old. It made him feel sick. And now he was partening alone, which was harder than anything he had ever done. 

"Shit," Bradley said, checking his watch. "I need to pick Noah up from daycare. Give me my phone," he said before finishing the last sip of his beer.

"I'm not done yet," Nat mumbled, a frightening grin creeping across her face. "Just one more minute."

Bradley thought about texting Rebel and canceling their tentative coffee date. Nat was probably right about dating another aviator. He didn't even know her actual first name, and she only ever called Bradley Rooster. What the hell kind of weird date would that be like? Talking Super Hornet specs? Comparing tales of punching out and parachute deployments?

He listened to a rapid string of alerts from his phone. "Is someone texting me?" he asked, reaching for his phone. "That's a lot of alerts. Is it Noah's daycare?"

But Nat was holding his phone tight and grinning. "Not texts. Women. Women who think you are cute and like your dating profile."

His eyes went wide. "What the fuck did you do?" he asked, his voice deadly calm. 

"Got you about ten dates if you want them. You're welcome," she said, handing his phone back to him. 

He scrolled through all of the profiles on his screen. "What am I looking at exactly?"

"Well, here's your profile. I used the only decent photos of you in existence. And that's your bio."

Bradley squinted at the screen. "All it says is that I'm 36, a naval aviator, and I like working out. And I have golden retriever energy? What the hell does that mean?"

"It means you're energetic. They'll take that to mean in the bedroom."

"Jesus, Nat. Shouldn't I disclose important things? Like the fact that I'm a dad?"

She shook her head. "Not yet. That's second date material. They are going to want to size you up and see if you're a daddy before they need to know that you're a dad."

He shoved his phone in his pocket as he stood. "I don't have time for this," he grunted, pulling out his wallet and waving at Penny. "If I don't find a babysitter, none of this is going to make any difference anyway."

Penny took his credit card and then paused. "You need a babysitter for Noah? Mav and I can watch him if you need a break, you know that, right?"

Bradley sighed. "Thanks Pen. Yeah, I know that. I'm just looking for something a little more regular. Gonna try dating again," he said, glaring at Nat out of the corner of his eye. 

"I might know someone who would be interested," Penny said, handing the card back to Bradley. "She's a student in her early twenties, I guess. Really smart and seems sweet. Noah would probably like her. She's in classes during the day, but she was looking to babysit at night."

"How do you know her?" Bradley asked, already hesitant to leave his kid alone with a stranger. 

"She's renting a house on my street. I ran into her a few times, and we got to talking. She fed Luna, watered my plants, and got the mail when I took Amelia sailing."

Nat placed her hand on his arm. "I know this is a big step, but you could meet her first before you offer her the job."

Bradley stroked his mustache. "Any chance she would come over and meet me and Noah? So I can make sure she's not creepy?" he asked Penny.

Penny just laughed. "She's not creepy. How about I give her your number if she says she's interested in watching Noah."

"Sounds good," Bradley replied quickly, barely listening to Penny now. "I need to go pick him up. Bye, Nat."

"Don't forget to swipe through all your matches!" she called after him. 

He just waved and made his way to his Bronco. Bradley always felt like he was running all over the place. As much as it bothered him to take Noah to daycare on a Saturday, he felt like he was losing his grip on his life. His friends rarely ever remembered to invite him to the Hard Deck, correctly assuming he wouldn't be able to go. But it would still be nice to be invited. 

Everything felt impossible on his own. He wasn't getting enough sleep. As soon as Noah went to bed, it was a race to try to get every chore finished. Then he had to wake up an hour earlier to insure he had time to get Noah ready and dropped off at daycare on time. Every day was a damn marathon, and he really wished he could get some help.

He would never ever admit it to Nat, but he was lonely. Just the idea of getting to spend an evening eating dinner with a woman practically had him popping a boner. Having the chance to get to know someone again, get to have sex again? He couldn't think about it too long. He'd been spending so much time with his right hand and his imagination. 

As he pulled into the daycare parking lot, he sighed. This was the reason he had forfeited dating. His son. His adorable, perfect son. 

"Ready to go?" he asked, and Noach climbed up into his arms. 

"Yep, daddy," he said, and Bradley carried him out after thanking the daycare staff. 

"Let's get home and eat dinner," Bradley said, pushing Noah's dark curls away from his forehead and kissing him.

And this was the reason Bradley would only ever consider dating someone who liked kids and didn't mind dating a single dad. In spite of the daycare schedule, and the exhaustion and loneliness, Noah was his top priority. 

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You were just getting back from class and unloading your books from your car when you saw Penny waving to you from her mailbox. As soon as you waved awkwardly with your arms full, she was heading your way.

"Hey, Penny," you said as she walked up your driveway.

"I wanted to chat for a minute. Is it a bad time?" she asked, eyeing up everything in your arms.

You nodded toward the house. "Come inside so I can set everything down."

She followed you in, already going on about someone named Bradley. "He's sweet, and he has an adorable three year old son named Noah. They are looking for a reliable sitter, and I know you mentioned an interest."

"Oh," you replied, dumping everything onto your couch. "This Bradley guy? He's not creepy or anything, right?"

Penny laughed. "He asked the same about you. He's very hesitant to let a stranger watch Noah, but I told him I'd give you his number if you wanted to contact him. Maybe you could just go meet them one day. He's not creepy. He works with Pete. And I swear Noah is irresistable."

You sighed. You really needed some extra income. And you loved kids. And you'd probably be able to study after Noah went to bed for the night. As long as this Bradley wasn't giving off weird vibes, you'd probably want the job.

"Okay, I'll take his number," you said, and soon you were adding Bradley Bradshaw to your contacts. "Thanks, Penny. Hopefully this will work out."

You got lost in your research for the rest of the day on Saturday, and purposely avoided returning texts from Greyson. He only wanted to see you when you were too busy, and he never wanted to see you when you had time for him.

"He's being a douchebag," you whispered as you scrolled through the idiotic things he was sending you. 

Then you opened a new conversation and typed out a draft to this Bradley guy.

Hi, I got your number from Penny Benjamin. She told me you're looking for a reliable babysitter. Any chance you have some free time so I can meet you and your son?

It was late, so you decided to let it sit in your drafts until the following morning. But apparently it wasn't too late for Greyson, who was now asking if you wanted him to send you a dick pic. 

You switched your phone to do not disturb mode after telling him that you would really appreciate it if he didn't send you one. Then you went to bed and dozed off fantasizing about dating a guy who acted like an adult. 

It was so late when you woke up, you decided to skip breakfast and just make yourself lunch. When you switched your phone back to receive messages, you were flooded with a bunch, mostly from Greyson. Luckily there was no dick pic to speak of, but he'd sent you a bunch of nonsense while he was probably drunk or high. 

Then you noticed the draft to Bradley Bradshaw, so you hit send on that one. You had a reply from him before you were even done making a sandwich.

Bradley Bradshaw: Yes, I am looking for a sitter for my son Noah. Penny highly recommended you. I can make time to meet you whenever you are free. Just to be clear, I want to make sure Noah and I are both comfortable around you before proceeding. 

You rolled your eyes. A grown adult man should not be as concerned about you as you should be about him. But, you could see where he was coming from about the prospect of letting a stranger stay with his son. So you replied and started eating your sandwich.

I could stop by this evening to meet you both if you're free.

He wrote back quickly again.

Bradley Bradshaw: That would be great. Anytime after 4. I'll attach my address.

If this guy was creepy or if his son was weird, Penny was going to be hearing about it for the rest of the year.

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Bradley was just cooking dinner while Noah sat in his high chair coloring, when he heard his doorbell ring. "That might be your potential babysitter, bub," Bradley told him, kissing the top of his head as he grabbed a dish towel and headed for the front door while drying his hands.

But Bradley almost dropped the towel when he opened the door and got a look at you. As your wide eyes drifted up his body and landed on his face, you smiled up at him. 

"Mr. Bradshaw?"

You were stunning. Beautiful, and so fucking young. He swallowed against the saliva pooling in his mouth. Oh shit. 

"Uh, yeah. Hi," he managed, moving out of the doorway so you could step past him and into the living room. "Thanks for coming."

"No problem," you said with a shrug. "I'm looking forward to meeting Noah." You brushed past Bradley, and he closed his eyes. Your lip gloss was distractingly shiny. You smelled like beach grass or wildflowers. You looked like you were barely old enough to drink. 

"He's in the kitchen," Bradley rasped, trying to pull himself together. "Back this way."

You followed Bradley through the house, and as soon as you saw his son sitting in the high chair, you went right to him.

"Hey, Noah! What are you coloring?"

"Dinosaurs," Noah told you, holding out a pink crayon. 

"Cool. I love pink dinosaurs," you replied, starting to color a pterodactyl on the page next to the one he was working on.

"Me too. I like pink and blue dinosaurs the best," he replied. 

Bradley watched you interacting with Noah. You seemed sweet, coloring each dinosaur the color he requested. When Noah mispronounced your name, you just laughed and told him he could call you that. 

When you bent down to retrieve a yellow crayon as it rolled across the floor, Bradley got an excellent view of the backs of your bare thighs as your sundress rode up. He dropped the spatula into the pan, nearly burning himself. He was also nearly burning his dinner.

"Shit," he mumbled as you turned to smile at him before handing the crayon back to Noah. 

"What else do you like to do? Besides color?" you asked. 

Noah started telling you all about drawing with chalk and playing with bubbles outside. "I like snacks and movies. And hiking."

Bradley laughed. "By hiking he means walking around the block if I make it home from work before it's dark out."

"Oh," you said. "I can take you on a hike one day, Noah. I like hiking around the block, too. Maybe we can collect some things like rocks and leaves." 

Bradley listened to Noah tell you about some particularly good rocks he had found last week, and you somehow responded in just the right way.

"You're in the navy?" you eventually asked Bradley, shrugging out of your denim jacket in the hot kitchen, giving Bradley a view of even more of your flawless skin. "Like Pete?"

He cleared his throat, mixing everything in the pan on the stove. "Yeah, I work with him. I'm an aviator."

"Do you want me to call you by your rank? Instead of Mr. Bradshaw?" 

Bradley had to press his lips together, a little scared to know what hearing you call him Lieutenant Bradshaw would do to him. "You can just call me Bradley."

"Okay, Bradley," you said, and unfortunately that did something to him too. "You've got a cute kid. I think Noah and I could have a lot of fun together."

"How old are you?" The words were out of Bradley's mouth before he could rethink them. He almost sounded accusatory, but really he needed to know how bad it was that he couldn't stop looking at your legs.

"Twenty-four," you replied casually. 

Jesus. He was twelve years older than you. But you looked even younger than that. Sweet. Too innocent. 

"I'm in grad school for nursing," you continued. "I'm certified in CPR, and I can treat injuries. I know how to swim. I'm free every day starting at 4. You can run a background check on me if you want to."

Noah looked up at you and asked if you wanted to build blocks with him, and Bradley knew he already felt comfortable enough to leave his son with you while he went on a date with Rebel. 

He could feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. He hadn't taken the time to figure out how to use the dating app that Nat installed, and he was being inundated with matches and messages. He also hadn't given Rebel, whose first name was Grace, a solid answer about when he could get coffee with her.

But for some reason, in spite of the laundry list of women from the app who were interested in going on a date with him, he couldn't take his eyes off of you. 

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Bradley asked as you built a block tower with Noah on the high chair tray. 

"Oh, no. That's nice of you to ask, but I don't want to crash your meal," you told him over your shoulder. "Here, put this little block on the top. Let's see if we can make it stay," you told Noah, keeping your hands around the sides of the tower until he successfully set down the last piece. Then you tossed your hands into the air and cheered.

Noah turned and looked at you in surprise and you just laughed. "You're good at coloring and blocks?" He just giggled, and soon you were both knocking down the tower and starting over. 

As Bradley scraped his half burned dinner onto a plate, he felt a little disappointed that you were grabbing your jacket and getting ready to leave. Noah looked a little sad, too. 

"Well," Bradley told you, watching you gracefully shrug into your jacket, "you're hired if you think you can put up with the two of us."

You laughed and took a step closer to him. "Noah? He seems like an angel. You on the other hand?"

Bradley's eyes went wide, and you just laughed harder. 

"Only kidding! I'm sure I'll be able to put up with both of you if you think you can put up with me."

You were young and beautiful, and for some reason Bradley wanted to feed you dinner, even though the food he made looked barely edible. 

"I don't think that will be a problem."

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Pairing : Sim Jaeyun x F!Reader TW : angsty ; little tiny argument ; mainly fluff though ; Word Count : 1.1k Request : Anonny : Hey hey can I request a Jake fic Where HES had a really bad day and he comes home from work and you don’t know what’s wrong so you keep walking on eggshells around him and then one minor inconvenience just makes him break down and you’re just there to comfort him A/N : Haven't done an Enhypen fic in so long, omg. I hope everyone enjoys it though!!

Jake was the personification of a puppy, a labrador to be exact. He was the happiest person you knew, and everyone around you would agree. He had this ability to just make everything better, he made even your worst days better just by walking into the room and smiling in your direction. From the moment you met him, bad days didn’t exist anymore, he wouldn’t allow it. That’s why you thought yourself to be the luckiest person in the world, not because you were dating Jake the idol from Enhypen… No, it was because your boyfriend was Sim Jaeyun, your best friend, your favorite person in the whole universe. 

Like clockwork, the front door unlocked and your head quickly turned to look at it, awaiting the appearance of your wonderful boyfriend. Every single day he’d come through the door with a smile and a little snack that he picked up on his way home. You’d run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss as if it were the last time your lips would ever connect. He’d spin you around, peppering the top of your head with more kisses just to hear you giggle, and you always did. 

Today shouldn’t have been any different, but when he came in, he was empty handed. That wasn’t a problem though, you knew that sometimes little things like that can slip people's minds. He wasn’t smiling either though, and the vibe that he gave off was completely different from what you were used to. He was usually so warm and inviting, but the coldness that you felt from him had goosebumps prickling along your entire body. 

It was the first time since being together that you felt like you didn’t know how to approach him, or better yet, whether you should approach him at all. “Is… Is everything okay?” You practically squeaked out the question, and while he wasn’t a scary person, the look that he shot in your direction was nothing close to friendly. 

“Does it look like everything is okay?” He snapped, and you weren’t used to him talking to you like that. You weren’t used to the way he was being right now at all. It was so unusual in fact, that it made you extremely uncomfortable, your mouth snapping shut immediately, not knowing what to say or what to do next. “I’m going to bed, I just want to be alone.” He mumbled, stalking right past you to go into the bedroom. 

“But… You haven’t eaten yet… Do you want me to bring you-” 

“Alone!” He repeated his last word more forcefully this time, not even letting you finish your sentence, and once again, your mouth was shut as you meekly nodded your head in agreement. The bedroom door slamming shut made you jump, but as soon as the initial shock from the sound wore off, all you could do was cry. You weren’t sure what had happened, you didn’t know what was going on… But you did know that the man that had walked into your house today surely wasn’t the boyfriend that you were used to. 

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You ended up dozing off on the couch, or, moreso, crying yourself to sleep on the couch, and after an amount of time that you weren’t even aware had passed, you were awoken by the sound of sniffling right beside your head. “Jake…?” You groggily questioned, your eyes barely opened when you rolled over, but you were met with a very blurry picture of his face only a couple inches from yours. 

“I’m sorry…” He said weakly, his hand coming up slowly to cup your cheek. “I couldn’t sleep… Not until I apologized… But you were sleeping when I came out and… Usually you look so happy when you’re sleeping, you look so peaceful… But you looked so sad and felt even more awful… And I’m sorry… I’m really sorry…” He was getting choked up again, you could hear it in his voice, but before you even had the chance to try to tell him it was okay, he was talking once more. “Work was just really stressful today and… I couldn’t get the dances right… And they had to keep stopping practice because of me… And I felt like crap because of it and I was so mad at myself… And I came home… And I just messed up again with you and I made you cry… And I’m just failing at everything… I’m sorry…” 

You didn’t want him to feel like a failure, not when it came to his career, and definitely not when it came to being your boyfriend. You sat up as fast as you could, the sudden movement making you momentarily dizzy, but you were in a hurry to comfort him, to make sure that he didn’t think that way any longer. “Babe, everyone has bad days. They happen. It’s normal. I have bad days all the time, that doesn’t make me a failure… Well, I hope it doesn’t. But you’re amazing, you’re a great dancer, and the only thing that you’re better at than being an idol, is being my wonderful, loving, cutie patootie of a boyfriend.” The corners of his lips twitched up for a split second before lowering back down to a pout. “Come… Come sit.” You patted the seat beside you, and he slowly moved up onto the couch, but once he was there you tugged his sleeve, pulling him down so that his head was resting in your lap. “Comfy?” You asked, and he nodded his head. “Good…” You brushed your fingers through his hair, doing everything you could to calm him, to comfort him. “You know… Whenever I have bad days, you’re always there for me to make me feel better… I want to do that same thing for you. I’m here for you, not just to love you and give you hugs and kisses… I’m here to support you too, to cheer you up when you’re sad, to calm you down when you’re angry… I’m your girlfriend, that’s what we do…” 

“So… you’re not mad at me?” He whispered, looking up at you with the cutest puppy eyes, and how could you possibly stay mad at him when he looked at you like that? You shook your head no, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m really sorry though… I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I love you so much… I was scared that you’d leave me…” 

“You’re gonna have to do a little more than that to get rid of me.” You joked, and you were happy to hear the small chuckle that vibrated through his whole body. “I’d never leave you because of something like that… I don’t want you to worry that some small little tiff is going to break us up. We’re stronger than that. I just want you to know that you can talk to me, no matter what it’s about… I’m always going to be here for you. Always.”  

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Javier Peña: The Shittiest Goodbye

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Javier has no one saying goodbye to him. No one but you.

He smiled; you could tell even from behind your tears. His golden skin crinkled under his eyes, and he pulled you forward by the waist for a short hug. A really short hug – barely four seconds – before he stepped away and leaned down, gathering a bag in each hand.

“I’ll…I guess I’ll see you.”

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t seem to stop. Neither could he.

Warnings: feeeels, crying, kissing, yearning, longing, and all that jazz, one line that can kind of be interpreted as a size kink, but a hopeful ending.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: javi. he's always going to fucking do it for me.

A/N 2: I haven't watched narcos in like four years so if the plot is splotchy, I apologize.

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He had told you in person, which was better than nothing.

“They’re sending me home. Tomorrow morning,” he said, putzing with the plastic chain hanging from the lamp on your desk. Eyes unable to meet yours. “My flight’s at 6.”

And then he walked away, each sound of his step away from you tipping the globe further and further off its axis.

You had known he was starting to take matters into his own hands. You had known said matters were dirty, bloody, and grey. And you had known said hands were now buried in a while lot of shit because of it.

You had known, and you still knew, walking into the El Dorado International Airport, squinting against the rising sun. You knew perfectly well who Javier Peña had gotten himself involved with and what they both had done on each other’s behalf.

The fact of the matter was – you didn’t give a shit, because what Javi was doing was moving the DEA further towards its goal than ever. It was fucking working.

In your opinion, if agents couldn’t get their hands dirty, then they couldn’t catch Escobar. Luckily for you, Javier felt similarly.

And yet, here he was, being sent home. The one person who gave you any comfort in the shitshow that had become your life. The only friend who had remained so every single day, the only one you could count on. The one man in all of South America that actually made you feel safe.

And, arguably, the only person in the entire DEA who truly wanted things to get better, even if it left a mark on his soul he could never wipe away.

These thoughts haunted you as you searched for Javi. For six in the morning, the gates were surprisingly crowded. Your tired eyes did their best to search for his prominent features – chestnut hair, perfectly highlighted with tips of blonde by the South American sun, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, curved, Roman nose, pouted lips, likely leaning on one leg, popping his hip out, with his hands on his waist. You secretly hoped he was in his Levi’s leather jacket.

Your eyes squinted as you peered around, lost in the sea of bodies, children, staff, and flight attendants. Suddenly, the thought of missing him wrapped its coils around you, sending a strange, foreign heat down to your toes and up your scalp. Your breathing heightened, images of him already on his flight, alone, thinking no one cared, thinking no one came from him, began to flood your brain. Your fingers grabbed at your chest, your teeth clamped around the skin of the inside of your mouth, pulling so hard you began to bleed.

He had said six, right? In the morning? Today? Had I heard him wrong?

Had he lied to me?

That thought was too much to bear, too much to process, too much too much too much –

A warm, callused hand wrapped around your forearm. You gasped, heart pounding so loud in your head that the man attached to the hand had to repeat what he was saying. His voice was muffled, his face was blurry, but everything about him was so handsome, and so familiar.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked in a kind of whisper-yell.

It was like you had taken a sedative, looking at Javier Peña, standing right in front of you. Not gone, not forgotten. Right here. Your nervous system evened instantly, like a bucket of warm, clean water had been dumped over your body.

You smiled at him, despite yourself. Despite the situation. Despite it all.

The edge of his lip quirked slightly, but it lasted quicker than a second, before returning to his usual scowl.

“Answer my question,” he said, pulling you towards him. He didn’t sound mad, just…shocked, and a little terrified. His touch on you was gentle, but firm.

You swallowed; eyes still locked into his. You placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself and grinned at the feel of the leather.

“Only if you answer mine first – did you really think you would get to leave without saying goodbye?”

He huffed, meeting your stare, unable to prevent the drop of humor that had culminated in his eyes. “I did say goodbye.”

“Oh please,” you said, pushing away from him. “That was the shittiest goodbye ever.”

He stayed silent for a moment, before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“Besides, six o’clock in the morning is an early call time for you,” you said. You were proved correct by the dark circles under his eyes. You wondered if he had slept at all the night before. “Had to make sure you actually made it.”

“Right,” he said, and looked around him, placing his hands on his hips. His tone suddenly became serious. “You shouldn’t be here.”

That shocked you. “Are you kidding me? Why not?”

“What if – someone sees you, from the DEA, thinks you were working with me. Then what?”

“Then I fucking deal with it,” you said. “I wasn’t going to let you leave thinking that no one would care that you were gone.”

That froze him, his eyes widening just so. The fact that he was shocked at all by that statement caused a fresh set of tears to line your eyes. It was faint, but it was noticeable.

He sighed, looking down at his shoes, allowing you to notice his bags placed on either side of his feet– a large leather carrier, and a small backpack. For a moment, he looked like he was about to say something, until a voice over the speaker interrupted him.

“Flight to Austin, Texas, boarding group one may begin boarding. I repeat, boarding group one may begin boarding for flight to Austin, Texas.”

Javier glanced down at his watch before pulling his ticket out of his back pocket, reading it over with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m group two. I should probably…”

You nodded, a wave of emotion suddenly rocking you once more. The tears were streaming now, down your face. You tried to wipe them away, put they just kept coming.

He took a step closer to you. “Why the tears, ángel?”

You sniffled, wiping your nose, doing the best you could to collect yourself. Maybe that was a good thing, as it allowed this newfound pet name to go completely over your head. The voice that came out of your mouth was nasally and cracked. “I am going to have to do so much paperwork.”

He smiled; you could tell even from behind your tears. His golden skin crinkled under his eyes, and he pulled you forward by the waist for a short hug. A really short hug – barely four seconds – before he stepped away and leaned down, gathering a bag in each hand.

“I’ll…I guess I’ll see you.”

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t seem to stop. Neither could he.

He opened his mouth, once again about to say something, when the speaker went off again.

“First call for boarding group 2 for flight to Austin, Texas. I repeat, first call for boarding group 2 for flight to Austin, Texas.”

He didn’t move an inch. There were so many things you were wishing to say in that moment.

Don’t go. Please, don’t leave me here.

I’ll be alone. I’ll be alone, with you away.

I would have done the same thing you did, working with those men.

I understand why you did it, maybe better than anyone else.

I would have done the same thing, in your shoes. A couple times, I almost joined you.

I’ll go with you, and we’ll never go back. Never. Never.

You didn’t say a word, your confidence swirling down and down, deeper and deeper inside of you. Javier licked his lips and turned around, beginning to walk away. Like he did that day at your desk. Like he did however many times you had asked to help him with what he was doing. Like he did whenever the two of you would make eye contact for just a little too long.

At that all too familiar sight, the confidence inverted itself, instead flooding upwards all at once, flooding your brain with a mantra of why the fuck not?

For once, you listened to that voice, and did the same thing Javier had done to you only moments before. You took a long stride forward, grabbed his elbow, and turned him around.

And then, you took his face in your hands, and you kissed him.

Kiss was a stretch – it was more like a quick peck, barely even felt by either party. But it was something, something that got him as close to you as you had always wanted him to be – his breath fanning your face, his chest pressed against yours, a mix of coffee and mint on your lips, which you quickly licked away. Oddly enough, it steadied your heart, calmed you down instantly.

Because you had that now. That memory. Something more than passing glances and quick hugs. A part of you, in that moment, didn’t even care what his reaction was, because that feeling alone was enough for you to live with.

The rest of you, however, short circuited at the fact that he may not have wanted that at all, and you had completely violated him in the middle of a fucking airport.

You looked up into his wide eyes for barely a second before backing away from him, the beginnings of a million sorrys forming on your tongue.

That was until the bags slipped from his hands, landing on the harsh carpeting with a thud. He then rushed forward, using one hand to frame your face, and the other on the nape of your neck to tip your head back.

There was no time for your brain to accept this as fact before he brought your lips to his own, his kiss nothing less than searing, and nothing more than perfect.

You reciprocated as soon as you were able, wrapping your arms around his back to steady yourself. The feeling of his lips upon yours was better than you had ever imagined, better than you had ever fantasized about while he sat in your peripheral vision during meetings. His lips were soft, buttery, and so was his facial hair. It tickled your nose just so, which only heightened when he tilted your head further, licking the inside of your mouth. You moved your fingers to his hair in response, tugging him so harshly into you you stumbled backwards.

It was hot and sweaty, messy and desperate, and neither of you were letting up. Not even to breathe. His hands moving down to your waist felt too good, his chest against yours too real, his hair between your fingers too addictive, his soft groan every time your tongues clashed too vivid, and your lips molding together too perfect.

You were speaking to each other, in a way. Both of your bodies reciprocated every move, grabbing and twisting and pulling, both saying the same thing over and over and over again.

I’m going to miss you so fucking much.

Small eruptions of gold began to spawn behind your eyes, ones of pure pleasure, disbelief, and dizziness. His hands turned greedy now, encompassing the span of your back like it was nothing. The hairs on his face began to burn you, the feel of his warm mouth consuming you.

It was too much, too much too much too much, but it was so fucking good –

“Final call for boarding group two for flight to Austin, Texas. I repeat, final call for boarding group two for flight to Austin, Texas.”

It was like a switch flipped in both of your brains at once, propelling the both of you off of each other instantly. He didn’t make eye contact, not even for a second – just wiped his mouth quickly, fetching both bags, and turning from you, walking towards his gate.

He disappeared within the crowd, and you did the same. Turning back towards the entrance, pushing your way through the half-awake travelers, headed god knew where for god knew what.

Your lips still thumped, and so did your heart, so much so that you didn’t really know if you could feel your feet.

There were so many thoughts you could have been having, so much intricacy to the situation, that your brain did the only thing it could – it shut it all down, completely. If it hadn’t, you worried you wouldn’t have been able to pull from him in the first place.

It wasn’t until you made it back to your apartment and set your keys down on your nightstand that the thoughts started flooding in. There were too many to dissect, too rapid to make sense of, but one outweighed them all.

Had he looked back?

In your still hazy brain, that cemented every other question you had, calmed the steady stabbing that had begun to ache inside your skull. You fell asleep, the sun now high in the sky, illuminating your room into a kind of gold. It was a nice change, after a week of grey weather, but you were too gone to the world to notice.

The last thought you had before you escaped to slumber, and the first that you had the second you returned, was all the same: had Javier Peña looked back?

***

He had. Many, many times.

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We’ve see Bee do Dad! Dogday. Let’s see your interpretation of him and how he is with child/teen reader.

On it!

Trigger warnings: none

Romantic/platonic?: platonic

Requested by: anonymous

Category: heavy fluff

Ship (romantic or platonic): dad!Dogday x child!reader

Word count: 661

My Baby, My Baby

He had never wanted you to be here, never wanted you to witness the horrors that left him in ruins and you alone.

You were his angel, his cherub, his baby. You meant everything to him and all he wanted was for you to be safe and happy, and he was horrified knowing that the last time he saw you he had left without saying a word since he was running late. He wishes that he had given you a hug and squeezed you tight, told you how much he adored you. But he had grown to live with the fact that he hadn't done those things.

But here you were, and he couldn't believe it. He saw your face and wanted to cry since he immediately recognized you. And oh how you had grown, he had to look twice. You had grown into an amazing human being, but… why were you here, in this awful place? You shouldn't be here. He spoke up, still chained to the wall by the wrists with belts. But he realized something. “Y.. you.. you're poppy’s angel..”

The way he referred to you was so soft, almost as if he was in disbelief you were really here. He tried to reach out to you to hold you, but was stopped by restraints. “Come to save us, but there is nothing left to save. Not here.” He spoke solemnly, body going limp as he gave up trying to break his restraints to hold you. He was so weak.

You stared at him with big brave eyes, his voice having a hazy home in your memory but you didn't focus on that for now. You took a few steps towards him, an expression etched into your face that he himself used to make when he was determined. He wanted to cry with how much of himself he saw in you, but there was no time. He had cried too much already. You, without a single word in the painful silence, quickly tore him off the wall as if he was some outdated poster and winced at how heavy he was but pushed through.

He didn't want to weigh you down, that was the last thing he wanted. He struggled a bit in your arms in any attempt to get down, letting out a breathy huff. “Cherub, I will weigh you down. Please. Leave me, go.” He said, practically pleading for you to abandon him like he did with you so you could save yourself.

But you hadn't listened, you had always been stubborn. Haven't you? But that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, it was one of the many traits he adored. As you held him against your chest, all he could remember were the silly flashbacks.

Like how he would hold you the same way when you were a baby, the way you'd giggle and smile up at him like he was the only one who could make you feel that happy. How your little baby hands would grip onto anything that they could and how you'd babble, how you'd cry. This was the same way he'd hold you when you scraped your knee when trying to learn how to ride a bike during the summer at his mother's house, he remembered your salty tears flowing down your chubby face and how he'd soothe you while applying alcohol. His shirt was always stained with your tears in the end.

He couldn't help but clung onto you like you once did with him, his chest feeling heavy as he held back the tears. He felt your strained steps as you carried him instead of leaving him, and he was so proud of you. You had grown up to be an amazing person, far better than he was when he was still human. He had to stay alive, for you, at least until he knew you would escape.

He could die happy if he knew his baby was safe.

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And they were Roommates (Part 8)

A/N: ok. Wahou. Firstly, thank you all. The love this has been receiving just makes me feel so happy. I'd like to apologize again i do take a bit of time to update as i work. I'd also like to thank evberyone who sends ideas for the story. PS: you can tip me a dollar if you want, but my content stays entirely free.

WARNING: violence, mention of death and injuries.

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You heard the door close behind you. The boys had left and Simon was tense. 

"Who's that guy?" He asked. 

"That's Sergeant Peter Hansen." You explained. 

You headed to the fridge to check what you could cook tonight. 

"Since when did you know him?" 

"Since he moved in. Across the hall Simon." 

You answered, rolling you eyes. 

"I don't like him." 

You sighed turning back to him. 

"You're just jealous again." 

"No. Not this time. There's something off about him. " 

You smirked. He closed his eyes, realizing his mistake. 

"So… you were jealous of Alejandro?" You teased, slowly walking up to him. 

"That's…fuck…" 

"You didn't want him to flirt with me…" you kept teasing. 

He straightened himself as you were finally in front of him. 

"You didn't want him to kiss me… or even fuck me-" 

You had only time to blink. You were pressed against a wall, his body flushed to you. Face so close to you. 

"Bunny… don't play like that." 

You let out a shaky breath. It felt so hot all of sudden.  But you loved the way you rilled him up. 

"Why… don't like that thought…?" You whispered. 

"Hate it." 

"Why… cuz I'm yours..?" 

"Yes. My bunny.. only mine." He growled. 

You put your hand on his chest, pushing away. He played your game and stepped back. 

"Am I really?" 

He frowned. 

"You still haven't apologized… yet you come here… and you want me to be fully yours?" You teased again, with a smirk. He chuckled darkly, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. He wrapped his hand over yours softly, bringing it up to his clothed mouth. 

"Oh little bunny…" he growled. "I'll show who you belong to." 

You gasped. 

"You'll only want to be mine after it." 

You sighed. You had woken up that morning with Simon already up and about. 

"You didn't run this morning?" You questioned.

"No"

"Why?" You worried. 

"Couldn't get out of bed… weirdly enough… my bedsheets smell like you." He teased. 

Fuck. He knew you'd slept there. You feigned ignorance. 

"Yes. Very weird…"

Later on you had found him on the couch hugging Reaper. 

"Hey!" You complained.

"He smells like you." 

"That's not an excuse! Give it back!" 

After last night's announcement, the squad had decided to not leave you alone a single second. They spent the day at your place. Simon hadn't said a word about it so you suspected he was the one who called them. 

"Ghost. I'm at the base. Do you really think that hacker would try to get in? He's not obsessed." You had tried. 

Nothing had worked. The day was spent in your room, your custom built PC being much more useful for your work. The boys had been bringing you snacks and drinks to make you smile each time. You were trying to find any information. You had ended up using drastic measures. Illegal ones. 

You had gone back to old places, contacted old friends that remained seen by the governments as online terrorists. They, of course, had full secrecy with you. You had helped them all at some point,  so even weary of your new affiliations they accepted to help. 

Thanks to them, you had finally managed to get his username. Darkends. What a dumbass name. Could you show off more than that? 

Thanks to that little information you had finally managed to find a few things. Unfortunately, that asshole was involved in the worst things. The fact that he was after you disgusted you but filled you with the need to catch that asshole and make sure he was locked away for the rest of his days or better. Dead. 

As time passed, the boys had turn by turn come to tell you goodbye and see you tomorrow. It was dinner time when Simon knocked softly and walked in. 

"Hey. Dinner is ready." 

You had smirked. 

"You made dinner?" 

"What? Absolutely not. Food poisoning is not on my to do list. I ordered." 

You laughed. You stretched, sitting on your desk chairs had made your muscles sore. You let out a small moan as you felt your muscles stretching. 

You turned to look at Simon staring at you. 

"Fuckin hell…" 

He shook his head, turning around and walking out. 

You smiled and got up, following him. 

You weren't prepared for the view. You weren't prepared for the candles. For the dim light. For the coffee table to be decorated and pillows surrounding it. The blankets. You felt your heart melt. 

"Simon…" 

"Sorry, it's fast food… not a grand five star dinner…" 

You smiled, looking up at him. 

"It's perfect." 

His eyes softened a bit. 

"Come on let's eat." 

You followed and sat down on the ground next to him. Your heart felt so light. 

"Thank you Simon…" you whispered. 

"No.. not yet." 

You frowned. 

"Eat little bunny." 

You smiled. 

Dinner went along very nicely. You guys talked, slowly getting to know each other more and more. You felt so happy. Like he was finally letting you in. After dinner, you had cleaned up. Sitting back down on the couch this time, he had made pop corn and put on a movie. You snuggled closer next to him. He chuckled. 

The movie was funny. You were laughing as he seemed to just look at you. It made you slightly embarrassed. He was going to sip on his soda when he spilled it on his shirt. 

"Fuck." 

You giggled. 

"Take it off, I'll throw it in water before it stains." 

You paused the movie. 

"I'm sorry…" 

"Simon, don't apologize. I'm spending a wonderful evening." 

You smiled at him, the most honest smile you could throw at him. 

You got up to fill up the bathroom sink, putting some detergent in. He walked in and you froze. He was shirtless, his shirt in one hand. He was handsome. But the fresh bruises and cuts was what your eyes focused on. You must've had a worried look on your face because he slowly stepped closer, lifting your chin up so you'd look at him. 

"It's nothing. It's just a couple bruises." 

You frowned slightly. 

"Does it hurt?" 

He chuckled. 

"I've… had much worse." 

That did not, in fact, make you feel better. At all. He must have seen it too. He grabbed your hand, lifting it up to his chest. He placed it on a bigger wound. Clearly a gunshot wound. 

"This. Is my worst one. I was… shot and left for dead." He explained. 

You felt your heart shatter. Silence settled in. You leaned in, pushing both of your hands aside, and dropping a light kiss on it. He sighed. 

"I'm glad you're here…" you said. 

"I'm glad too. I haven't been for a long time. You're making me feel like it's worth it. You and the squad." 

You wanted to cry. You tried to keep it in. He dropped his hand, leaving yours on his chest. He was letting you explore. You softly passed over his pecs, featherlight touch over the angry violet marks. You let it softly trace down to his abs. You could feel his muscles twitch under your touch. The more they traveled south, the more you noticed his breath quickening. His chest lifting. 

Reaching his navel he swallowed hard. You traced a scar on his hip bone, very close to the hem of his sweatpants. He grunted.

"Bunny…" 

You kept tracing, now along the hem of his pants, stopping in the middle where you could see a soft trail of blond hair. Suddenly realizing what you were doing you quickly took back your hand as if his skin had burnt you. 

"H-hum… I'll put this to wash." You stammered. 

Ghost took a small step back handing you his shirt. 

"Yeah… sure..thanks." 

He stepped out, leaving you alone in the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror cursing yourself for what had happened. 

When you went back to the living room, Simon had put a t-shirt on and sat on the couch, head back staring up at the ceiling. You stood there looking at him. The realization of how important this man had become to you made your heart flutter. It also made you slightly worried. After all, you still didn't know what he wanted. Sure the little attention was adorable. But you needed to hear it. 

"Bunny. Come here." He ordered. 

How did he? You didn't even make a sound! 

"How…what?" You were confused. 

He straightened his head looking at you. You could see a thin outline of a smirk through the mask. 

"Come on." He patted the empty space next to him. "The movie isn't over."

The next morning, Ghost had welcomed you with a full breakfast ready. 

"Oh… thank you Simon." 

"Yes. You're welcome, please get dressed, I have to go to the base today." 

"What? I can-"

"No. No discussion. Get comfy. Take your laptop. I have to get through training some recruits, you're not staying here."

"Simon. It's already hell to get into this base when you work here. No one else would even try." you tried. 

"Bunny. No discussion. You're not staying alone."

God. Bunny. Everytime he called you that you wanted to drop to your- no. Wait. 

"S-simon…" you whined. 

"Do you want my hoodie?" 

You chuckled. 

"What? Wearing it around the house isn't enough for you anymore? Want everyone around the base to see me wear it too?" You teased. 

He leaned forward, incredibly close. 

"That sounds like wonderful fucking idea." He growled. 

His words ran back in your mind. You'll only want to be mine after it. God. Was he fucking succeeding? Cuz the thought of him wanting you to wear his clothes for everyone to see made you feel all kinds of warm. You tried to gain composure again. 

"I… don't think you deserve it yet." You whispered. 

He chuckled. 

"This isn't about deserving it. But you do as you wish." 

He straightened himself. Fuck. Now you wanted to wear his hoodie to base. You pouted. 

"I want the one with a pocket in the front…" you mumbled. 

"Good girl." He praised. 

You stood there in shock a bit as he walked to his bedroom. You took a deep breath walking to your room. He grabbed you as you were going to close your door, handing you his hoodie. You snatched it, pretending to be pissed. 

You heard him chuckling as the door closed. You got dressed, leggings and his hoodie. You smelt his scent as soon as you put it on. Did he… put his cologne on it before giving it to you?  

You shook your head, grabbing your bag. You made your way into the living room, still questioning yourself on how he made you comply so easily? 

You peaked around. Everything had been cleaned. No mugs left, no plates. 

"I could have helped Simon." 

"It's alright. I don't mind." 

You looked at him. He was in tactical gear, minus the vest. You couldn't deny how hot he was in it. You blushed. 

"You ready?" 

You nodded. 

He put a hand in the small of your back, walking you out of the door. He was locking the door when Peter stepped out of his apartment. 

"Oh hi Sparrow!" 

"Hi Peter!" You greeted. 

Simon automatically tensed looking at the man. 

"Lieutenant." Peter greeted. 

Simon didn't say anything. The awkward silence stepping in. 

"Hum.. so you liked the muffins?" 

The muffins… wait. You didn't try them. They weren't in the kitchen this morning. 

"Oh yes! Thanks, that was great. " You lied. 

"Nice. Hum… be careful your shoelace is untied." 

"Oh.." 

You looked down. You were going to bend down when Simon dropped to one knee. 

You blushed heavily. 

"Hands on my shoulder." He ordered. 

You obeyed. He took your feet and lifted it to his knee, tying your shoelace. He took all of his sweet time, making a show of letting his fingers dance over your ankle as he made sure everything was well and tight. He softly tapped your ankle to make you drop your feet as he stood back up. 

You could feel your cheeks burning. It was such an adorable gesture. But you also knew he was entirely jealous of Peter.  

They were staring at each other. The air was thick as hell.  

"Hum… Ghost." You called softly, putting your hand on his biceps. 

"We should go, we'll be late." You tried. 

He nodded, putting his hand back on your lower back. 

"Bye Peter!" 

You hurried away with Simon before the two men would explode. Not only was Simon's behavior weird, though it wasn't the first time, but Peter acting that way was even weirder. 

Once in the parking lot, Simon opened the passenger door for you. You froze when he grabbed the seat belt to buckle you up. Softly pulling on it around your hips, making your breath hitch. 

"Simon." You called. 

He looked up at you.

"You threw out the muffins didn't you?" 

He just stared at you. 

"Would you be mad if I did?" 

You bit your lip. 

"No. Just confused. Do you hate him that much?" 

You saw his jaw clench under his mask. 

"I don't trust him. At all. I want to keep him away from you. As much as possible." He groaned angrily. 

You let out a shaky breath. You lifted your hand to his cheek. He was actually angry and worried. 

"Simon. I'll keep my distance if you want…" 

Even if you didn't feel as if Peter was a threat, you trusted Simon and his instinct. If it made him feel better to know you were away from him, you'd happily comply. 

"Attagirl." He praised. 

You rolled your eyes faking annoyance. He closed your door, walking around to take place in the driver seat. 

"Let's go bunny." 

And on that note, you drove to the base. 

You could already see the team waiting for you guys when you parked in front of the training grounds. 

Soap had jumped to open your door. 

"Sparrow!" 

"Soap!" You mimicked. 

"Welcome back to the training grounds." Price smiled. 

"Thank you, I was forced to come." You smiled, earning a dark look from Ghost and a laugh from Price. 

"Understand us Sparrow. We'll all feel better having you where we can keep an eye on you." Price said. 

You looked at him through half lidded annoyed eyes. 

"Again, I'm on a highly secured military base." 

That argument seemed to be shoved under the carpet every single time. You were dragged inside by the men. Obviously, as you were completely out of place, everyone stared at you, making you blush. The guys walked you to a specific corner of the warehouses. You gasped. They had made a corner of training mats and blankets and pillows. 

You blushed. This was embarrassing. Adorable, absolutely cute. But in a room where soldiers were training to fight and kill, you had taken a little place out of this space, and turned it into a realm of comfiness. You felt like you were intruding. 

"This… guys. Too much." You stammered,  blushing and shaking your head. 

"Ah don't worry. Look, Ghost already made them look away." Gaz said. 

You turned around. He was right with one dark look, and probably a promise to turn the training into a living hell, Ghost had made everyone avoid looking this way. 

"Thank you guys really but perhaps something a bit less showy next time…" you smiled. 

They laughed. You sighed and climbed into the fort. It was actually incredibly comfy. You took your laptop, headphones, and hard drive out. You started preparing your things to work when soap approached with another man. 

You recognized him. You remembered him by his mask, hanging very loosely. He was training with Simon before their mission. 

"Hey, here you go" 

Soap dropped various snacks and drinks next to you and the other soldier dropped some more. 

"Guys. Seriously. This is too much." 

"By the way, this is Konig." He ignored.

The big man waved shyly. 

"Hey!" You waved back. 

"If you need anything you can also ask him." 

"Soap. I'm fine. Go train. All of you." You sighed. 

They hurried off. You glanced at Ghost who was looking at you, tightening his gloves around his wrists. You mouthed STOP to him. 

He shook his head making his shoulders roll. You were hypnotized by the movement watching him step into the fighting ring. You forced yourself to turn back to your laptop, trying to get some work done, you still had a hacker to find. 

When lunch time came around, the boys made sure to take you in a room a bit more secluded to eat with you. You chatted happily. You returned to the training grounds after that. 

The day had ended calmly. You had tried to stay focused on your work, but you found yourself often gazing at Ghost sparring. The way his muscles rolled. They way he powerfully sent the recruit's down. It made you feel hotter than necessary. That man could easily break you. Yet this morning he kneeled down and tied your shoe lace. Yet he lets you touch him as you wish without any consequences. Yet you were here, sitting in his hoodie that smelled like him. You were sure your heart was going to burst. 

The way he came to find you after training, his scent mixed with sweat. The way he often sent looks your way to make sure you were ok. 

The way he put his hand on your lower back to walk you back to his car. And buckled your seatbelt for you. His hand sometimes caressed the side of your thigh with his knuckles every time he stepped a bit too much on the gaz. 

The way he opened the door for you once you arrived home. 

"Y/N." 

You hummed. 

"Are you alright? You barely spoke on the way home. Something on your mind?" 

Yes. You. 

"Sorry. Just trying to find a way to make my search a bit easier. But it's not work hours anymore." You said with a smile. A little white lie he seemed to accept. 

"Alright. I'm gonna hop in the shower." 

You nodded with a smile. You went to drop your things in your room. Stretching a bit. Your mind was trying to figure something for dinner as the water in the bathroom started running. You walked back to the living room with Reaper in your arms. A knock at the door made you put him down on the couch. 

You walked to the door, opening it. 

"Oh. Hi Peter!" You greeted. 

Your conversation this morning came back running to your head. 

"Hey! Sorry to bother you, you got some eggs to spare?" 

"Oh hum sure." 

You walked in as he followed to the kitchen. You opened the fridge grabbing a pack of eggs. 

"Here." 

"Thanks." 

"No problem." 

He stood there awkwardly, glancing back behind him. 

"Hum… your boyfriend is not home?" He asked. 

You frowned. 

"He's not really my boyfriend. He's showering." You said leaning on the counter. 

"Really? Fuck, by the way he acts it looks like you two are married." 

You blushed. He had been acting as if you were his yes. And fuck. That's all you wanted. He had managed to do exactly what he said. Make you crave being his. 

"Yeah. It's complicated." You said. 

"Complicated enough to refuse a date?" He asked. 

You blinked. What? 

"Peter…" 

"It's alright. Don't worry. I just needed to say it. You're amazing Sparrow. And in all honesty, I kind of like you. I wanted to ask you on a date but. The big guy showed up." He said with quite a dark chuckle. 

"I'm sorry Peter. You're amazing..but I think my heart belongs to someone else." 

He nodded.

"I fully understand. Really. It's fine. I hope we can just be friends." 

You sighed, swallowing hard. 

"Perhaps it's better if we shouldn't. It's not fair to you." 

He remained silent for a little moment. He nodded. 

"I understand."

Simon walked in, freshly showered, stopping as soon as he saw Peter. The staring match had begun again. 

"Thanks for the eggs, neighbor." He said, nodding towards Simon before heading for the door. 

You heard the door close. Simon rushed to you.

"The fuck is that guy doing here? You ok? Hey look at me." 

You obeyed. 

"I'm fine Simon. He asked if I could give him some eggs, that's all." You lied a bit. 

"No.. there's something else. Tell me."

You sighed. You were scared of his reaction. Not towards you. But towards Peter. 

"He… came to confess." 

His gaze hardened.

"Confess?" He spat, almost if the idea made him nauseous. 

"Yes…" 

Simon looked frustrated but visibly he was trying to contain himself. 

"And what did you say?" 

You smiled. 

"Do you even need me to answer that Simon…" 

"Yes. Please." 

"I thanked him, but told him I didn't feel the same way. That my heart… was busy somewhere else." You answered trying to keep cool about it. 

He relaxed. 

"Alright. Next time just call me." 

You chuckled.

"Sure, sure." 

The next week was spent the same way. Sometimes you'd stay home together other times you were dragged to the base with Simon. 

The boys had started joking saying it wasn't bringing your spouse to work days, making you blush and earning a harsher beating while training for embarrassment. Though as Simon had told, he didn't care about what they said, as long as you weren't home and anywhere near that guy. Obviously he meant Peter. 

It was finally the weekend, you wanted to get home as Simon had promised to draw you a bath.

You were walking to the car with the squad and you were checking for something you might have forgotten. 

"Fuck." You cursed. 

"What is it?" Simon worried. 

"I forgot something inside. Be right back." You began to turn. 

"Hey come he-" 

"Simon, it'll be just a minute. I'm fine. Be. Right. Back. For god's sake this is a secured military base." 

He sighed, nodding. 

You jogged back to the door, opening it. You ran inside to your little corner, looking around for your charger. 

Suddenly you felt a chill. You slowly turned around. Your eyes widening. A black figure stood, looking at you, your charger in hand.

You stood very slowly. 

"Thanks, I forgot about it." You tried. 

No answer. Who were you kidding? No soldier dressed like a fucking ninja. 

"You're not here to chat and Gossip right?" 

This wasn't the first time you were targeted..not the first time someone tried to kill you. 

He took a step forward, you took one backwards. You had to run..you had to make a run for it. In a second you let your bag fall to the floor, fuck your laptop..and you ran. 

A hand grabbed your hair, pulling harshly at your scalp. You yelped loudly. He yanked hard enough to send you falling to the ground on your back. Your ears were ringing, the sound of your pounding heart making you almost dizzy. You crawled back and you were going to try to get up when the shadow dropped on you, charger wrapping around your throat. No… no. No. He was trying to kill you. 

Fucking secured military base my ass. You tried clawing at the man, using your legs to push him away. The more he pressed the less you could breath, and the more your vision started to fade. With a last desperate try you punched his throat. It was enough to make him falter. A second had been exactly what you needed. You pushed him away with all your strength, the adrenaline being the best help. You turned around, vision still blurry, you tried to stand just to be brought back down..you were terrified. You were going to die. He was going to kill you. 

And then suddenly you remembered Simon. The way he looked at you in the bathroom. 

"You're making it worth it." 

No. Fuck no. You couldn't die. You filled your lungs with air, your throat aching and burning. 

You let out the loudest scream your throat could, breaking something deep in it. His name was the only thing you could think of. The sound echoed through the warehouse, making the sound even louder. There was no way they hadn't heard you. No way. No way right? The charger had found its way back around your neck. This time much tighter. You were quickly losing consciousness. They heard you… they did right? 

You… you couldn't die here. You started to fade, unable to keep your eyes open. 

The memory of Simon's words accompanied you as you fell deep in the darkness. 

"I'm right here"

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[wemustgatekeepwooyoung]

Don’t be a stranger, stranger.

synopsis: after being all closed up in the mole hole you call home for weeks, you decided, even though you declined your best friends’ (Choi San, Song Mingi) invitation some hours ago, to go out all by yourself for a drink. You in fact did not stay alone that night, as Jung Wooyoung, a complete stranger caught you in his eye. Two weeks after you still thought about the man that kissed you so nastily in the bar’s bathroom stalls and ,unluckily for you ,you did not have his number to repurchase anything. Unfortunately though, people are people and people know people so nobody’s a complete stranger in the end.

genre: romance (strangers to lovers?), fluff, smut, a bit of angst*

pairing: Jung Wooyoung (non idol) x Fem Reader

word count: 7,7k

content/warnings: *mentions of reader going through a tough period, pet names (dove,darling,beautiful,baby,lovebug...), alcohol consumption, switch!wooyoung/reader, oral sex (face riding-f receiving), bondage, sort of love confession?

author’s note: HELLO THERE! God this took me longer than I first expected, sorry about that! I had covid while writing most of it and I had to take a better look at it once I felt better :P I still am not sure if I like it, my friend made me post it as I kept ranting about it lol. Sorry again if there are any grammar mistakes as eng is not my first language! ALSO, as I posted some days ago already, I have many fic ideas that I haven't even started preparing yet. Truth is, I'm trying to get myself in uni, so it's exam season for me and I don't have the time nor the mental capacity to process anything. In addition, I won't be that active! Requests are still open and will probably stay open as it's a new challenge for me. Hope you enjoy this one, bye bye <3

“Oh come on Y/N! Stop fooling yourself by thinking that you’re having fun doing nothing all day and end up rotting in bed. You’re too pretty and young for that anyway. Come out with us instead! We’re best friends us three and we haven’t hang out for two full weeks for fuck’s sake ”

“Thanks Mingi but I’d rather rot in my own bed than be around anyone right now. Or at least around anyone I know and anyone that knows me. I get your frustration and I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make up for it to both you and San.”

“Okay, I won’t push you. I just hope this method you’re using is actually useful to you and that you don’t end up choking on your own misery again”

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me. Have fun and drive carefully okay?”

“Okay. See you around, hopefully” Mingi commented and you couldn’t help it but laugh at his temper.

“Okay, bye then”

“Bye!” he said in a charming voice and you hung up

You’ve been going through it all lately, absorbing pressure from everything. Work’s been shitty and you keep grieving for your unaccomplished goals in life. Your parents still making a fuss about you not being a responsible adult, which you of course are, at the age of twenty two! If you weren’t you wouldn’t have been able to survive alone in this reality.

It is what it is and that’s been your motto for the past… Wait, how long has it been since you last went out? You don’t have a single clue. Did Mingi say two full weeks? Shit. You really do need to charge your social battery.

But what will it be? Charging your social battery or relaxing in the comforts your beloved bed provides you with? ‘Why’s life so hard?’, you thought and then you felt stupid that you felt that way over a stupid dilemma.

You’ve always been like that though. Always the dramatic one. Even in your friendship with Song Mingi and Choi San all these years. You’re like their little mature baby, as they’re both two years older than you. But you being mature generally doesn’t mean that you won’t make your own life feel like a kdrama series and ,like Mingi said, choke on your own misery to feel something.

You really do need to feel something though. Something other than tiredness from overworking yourself, other than empathy for the wrong people and to top it off, something definitely other than this big bulge in your heart caused by loneliness.

Mingi was right. You do need to go out and clear your head a bit. Maybe you should give him a call, they’re probably still out at your usual spot.

It’s been two hours since you thought about going out and you’re still clenching on the possibility of you doing it, instead of actually doing it. Why’s it so hard for you anyway?! You used to be every party’s favourite party animal, along with the other two of course. But why’s it so hard now? Is it because it’s late or because you’re just too bored to even get up?

And then, right when you thought that you’d never get up, you started missing it’s taste on your tongue. All you need right now is a very serious and dirty Martini. It’s just what will do the job perfectly and hopefully help you get yourself off.

So, now looking like a 90s elegant goddess with your plump lips, your slightly curly hair and your silky black dress, you called a cab and decided to be a bit extra with everything.

The bar you wanted to sit at is a bit too wild today but you won’t let that ruin your night as you already made too many compromises with yourself to get here. So, what you did was wander around in Seoul's streets for some time, searching for a new promising spot. The music was what led you to this specific one that you decided to enter right away.

After doing so, everyone started checking you out immediately. That didn’t annoy you one bit ,as it would normally, even though you absolutely hate those horndogs living around you. That’s probably because all your remaining mind space is covered with images of your order ready to be swallowed right in front of you.

Isn’t your lust for alcohol kind of sexual? Is our little dove horny other than lonely, or is it that your horniness was beclouded by the banner of ‘loneliness’ from the start? Damn, you really want to get dicked down, don’t you?

“Move! Let the lady sit!” a drunk man shouted and emptied a barstool for you to sit on, even though the one beside it was already unoccupied.

You thanked him with a smile and turned over to the barman that was already checking you out by the moment your eyes met his.

“What can I get you sunshine?”

“I’m not sure about the sunshine part, but I’d really like a Martini.”

“What kind?” he tried to specify as there are indeed many ways to enjoy a Martini.

“Well, there’s only one option to meet up with such hour’s demands, right?”

“Dirty it is then” he understood your statement and began the process of preparing it for you.

During that one minute that made up your order’s preparation time, you took your chance and started browsing the place. You never thought you’d ever visit a place like this in Seoul. It’s classy and really close to your taste in hang-out spots. It’s a nice jazz bar, filled with people your age and older dancing around, laughing, cheering and making toasts on their future which is something you and your two best friends always do.

You’ve missed them but you know they totally understand that where you stand now is only temporary. They both really respect and trust you and that’s two things that you can feel for certain when you’re with them.

But now is the time to relax and enjoy your time alone without having to rot in bed, exactly like Mingi said on the phone earlier. It’s your time to shine like the brightest color in this bar, just you and the company of your tasty dirty little friend.

“Here you go beautiful. Your beloved Martini’s on the guy over- Where’d he-“ the barman claimed and started looking for the man that spent money on your drink

Not even five seconds later, the barstool next to you got occupied by this stunning man and his sexy eyebrow piercing. He fixed his leather jacket and smiled at the barman before turning to look at you.

“Your drink and all the possible following are on me. Hope I didn’t scare ya”

“You didn't scare me at all. Thanks for the offer, I’m having this one today and no other.”

“Whatever pleases you” he said and took a delicate sip from his glass, what looks like to contain plain whiskey. Hot. “I liked the choice you made with it” he said and gave your glass a look-over.

“Really? I think it’s pretty ordinary”

“You can never go wrong with ordinary, right?”

“That’s right!...”

“You’re making it seem rare though cause I haven’t seen the combination of a good dirty martini and a pretty girl like you here before”

He does have a way with words, you can give him that. And he’s gorgeous too. His features are elegant and precise, just how you like it. He might even be the prettiest guy you’ve ever talked to, objectively speaking.

Maybe that's because of the bar’s lighting choice that seems to expose the uniqueness of his nose and the brightness of the sparkle in his cute button eyes. Or maybe it’s his charming smile that makes everything else feel blurry in this tight space you’re sitting and enjoying your night out.

“Well, you’re right. I haven’t been here before and dare I say I’ll surely come again.”

“How come? Your aura fits this place perfectly”

“My what? Can’t hear you well sorry!” you said and made him chuckle softly

Your heart almost skipped a beat by how close to you he got so that he made sure you heard him the second time.

“Your aura darling.”

“Oh! What about it?”

“It’s catchy” he said and made a cute little shake with his hands

“Catchy?” you wondered almost bursting in laughter after repeating his exact movement

“Yeah, you caught my eye from all the way back there and I can't even see that well without my glasses. You're glowing” he bluntly confessed and increased the tension in your eye contact.

''Do you say this to every girl you meet?''

''Almost, yeah. But the aura thing is the new adaptation I made just now on my usual script'' he affirmed your point and readjusted his sunglasses to hold back his front hair strands better

''Tell me about the next victim's reaction to it when you have it proposed for the first time, yeah?''

''So, you want to meet again?'' he asked and made you laugh while you were swallowing the slightly bitter sip you took from your drink

''I can’t say that that confidently but it depends.”

''On what?'' he asked and leaned closer to you, his elbow flat on the counter and his hand balancing the weight of his head.

''On how quickly you get me on my last nerve''

''And what if I manage not to?''

''Then we'll both enjoy our time together. Perhaps.''

''Sounds good to me! So, tell me more about you.''

''What is it that you want to know, Mr.-''

''It's Wooyoung''

''Fine.'' you said with a sigh, '' What is it that you want to know Mr. Wooyoung?''

''Just Wooyoung is fine. You didn't tell me your name though''

''I'll think about telling you when I assure your business with me, is that okay?''

''Sure thing, whatever has you feeling more comfortable''

''Right... So what'd you wanna know? If you don't answer this time either, I'm going to assume it was about getting my name on your list''

''That was one part of it but there is also another. Are you waiting for somebody?''

''No, luckily for you and unluckily for me that just wanted to enjoy my Martini alone, I'm not waiting and don't need to wait for anybody''

''Okay, I shall leave you alone then-'' he said confidently and stood up, ready to actually respect your solo night out, an action which made you see your interest in him clearer.

''Shouldn't you test my patience first since you took your chance already? Unless you want to give up on me that easily'' you suggested like you were pitying him but instead you were pitying your desperately horny self.

He smiled and sat back down before removing his jacket, all left with a plain black t-shirt covering his muscular torso. Once he carefully hang it on the side rail of his chair, you noticed the exposed and veiny skin on his arms. Shit, who is this man and how is he so good looking? Are you seriously thirsting over a stranger? Since when could you not resist your touch deprivation nor your imagination?

You closed your eyes and shook your head negatively, trying to control your hormones and hopefully shake them off too. You must not fuck with someone that you met just this night, you know that's not you! But you can't help but want to, I mean, who would judge you? Mingi and San would probably agree with you on the matter of Wooyoung being the most fuckable man you've ever held a conversation with. But holding just a convo with him isn't enough for you right now. You want him to hold you against the wall and ruin you like the little slut you are. You don't want to know about him nor him to know anything about you. Fuck actual words, you just want to speak in body language. What you also don't want on the other hand, is him getting your comfirmation to 'hit it' right away. You want to test him.

''Am I getting to you?''

''I wouldn't say that. I'm a hard person to please'' you said and you did not lie. You are a very hard person to please. Mingi and San have arranged several dates for you these past two weeks just to get you off your mind and finally out of your house. Numerous guys are head over heels for you but you always refuse the deal or never show up. And now? What the heck is happening to you now? Why's this random guy, Wooyoung, and his pretty little mole under his left eye so irresistible?

''Then guide me through it''

Oh he definetly knows what he's doing and you're letting him. Girl get your shit together and go play bunnies already. Besides from letting him, you're also making it clear that you're enjoying his boldness, even if that boldness has a taste of indirection in it, making the whole situation ironic. You're both dirty talking at this point but choose to go sideways. Maybe you like the tease and the slowburn, what can one say!?

''Why? Aren't you confident in your own skills?''

''You think I have skills?''

''I never said that but I don't doubt it either. I'm a physical learner''

''I thought so''

''So glad we're both making assumptions about each other in these fifteen minutes of talking.'' you said and took another sip of your martini

''Mhm, glad we're mutually glad about the thing you said you're glad about. Moreover, I have an interesting ,I'd say, proposal to make.''

''What could that be?'' you asked while staring at the ceilling, mocking Wooyoung that way. The familiar sound of his laughter followed your mockery and made you look at him, somewhat invested.

''It involves us two, voicing our assumptions out loud''

''Where?'' you clearly misunderstood what he had just said, lost in your own dirty thoughts.

A devilish smile was formed on his face, along with an eyebrow raise and a slight head tilt.

''Wow sugar, I thought you being hard to please would make this take longer but if you insist-''

''I didn't insist pfff- what was it again? Your name?''

''Wooyoung''

''Oh right that's the one! You think you have a way of getting things go your way but you're not the only brat in this bar, there's another one sitting right in front of you''

''Hm, someone will have to back down sooner or later though, won't he?''

''You're right on the male pronoun. I'm not familiar with backing down''

''What about bending down? Are you familiar with that?''

''Let's not go down that path right away. You haven't even finished your whiskey yet'' you teased and in just a blink of an eye, the remaining whiskey in his glass was consumed. He drank it all at once with a big swallow making his eyes tear a bit. Cute, you thought. He's as desperate for some pussy as you are for him to fuck you. That makes the situation more ideal and fair than it was before.

''Okay. What's the first assumption you made about me?'' he asked with a grin on his face, still wanting to give you the message that he's the one in charge of the wheel

''Hm, let's see. If I consider the fact that you're confident, a natural entertainer and that you value freedom and can’t stand being tied down, I'd assume and I think I'm rather correct, that you're a Sagittarius'' you said and ate the olive that had been soaking in your drink for so long without breaking eye contact

He got shy and scrached his nape in shock.

''You're right about all of it. Almost all of it”

''Oh my! Are you a Taurus?''

''No, you made no mistake in the zodiac part.''

''Then where was I in error?''

''Your error was found in the false fact considering me not enjoying being tied down''

''Oh c'mon! Do you really have to make everything sexual?''

''What can I say sweetheart, it's in my nature! And I think that's another thing we share''

''Maybe we do, I guess we won't be finding out soon as it's your turn to bring your first assumption about me to the table''

''I knew you'd like this game! Kinky. Mine was not as clever as yours was, I guess it was filled with more realism than cleverness. You see, what I assumed of you when I first saw your pretty figure from all the way back there, was that you surely had a partner. I still can't get my head wrapped around the fact that you're single''

''Single by choice!'' you exclaimed, surprising yourself

''I don't want to push you into saying something really personal. I'm sure you have your reasons to have acted this way. I'm also sure that there's also a reason behind you not wanting to get to know me personally, cause you haven't asked me a single question about myself yet. Again, there's no pressure, I'm really enjoying your company and our time together, we don't need to have it continue if you don't want to''

Damn. Did this man really figure your emotions out after knowing you for so little and with no content of you and your life at all? And that's when you realised... This is all you've been searching for since the night started! Someone to make the effort to understand you and actually do. What a miracle he is, truly. Is he majoring in psychology maybe? Are you suddently into getting to know more about him and his personal life or is one tripping?

''Another assumption I had about you was that you are a player and that you enjoy wilding out with random girls at bars. I don't think that's true anymore. What are you actually like Woo?'' you finally decided to be open about your interest in him and ask him a direct and personal question. You acting bratty-like isn't fit for all circumstances anyway.

His face lit up and he let out a big sigh that turned out forming into a loud chuckle.

''I'm honored by your question, really. I'm a simple guy, I enjoy making people laugh and I also love dancing''

''Do you make people laugh with your dance moves?'' you joked and he teased you by touching your nose gently

''You'd be surprised by my moves. Everyone loves Jung Wooyoung, the sexy performer.''

''I'll have to assess that myself, can't trust other people's opinions''

''Agreed, I'd also like to know about your opinion on 'em''

''Then what are you waiting for? Show me”

''Right now? I too had a question to ask y’know!''

''Save it for later then'' you said, implying that you're down for a 'get together' after today's night is over.

He smirked in understandment, got up, looked at you like he was about to devour you any moment and grabbed your hand. You laughed as he made you run your way to the bathroom stalls, making it easy for you to comprehend how badly he wanted you.

Once you reached the bathroom's doorstep and crossed it's border, he placed his hands directly on your hips and pushed a door open before attacking your lips.

Oh my! He's nasty! He surely know his ways around a woman and you're not God's strongest soldier. Of course you're mad he's stolen the wheel right from your claim, but his kisses have you so weak that you might as well let him keep it. You want him to keep it.

Another thing about him that you're now experiencing for the first time, is that him being bold is also shown in his sexual interactions. He's not shy to envelop the whole room with his filthy sounds and you absolutely love the melody they produce in conjunction with yours.

His embrace on your hips started to tighten before he reached his left hand behind and to lock the door. You broke the kiss to catch your breaths and both smiled while having your foreheads connected.

''May I?'' he asked while holding onto both your dress' shoulder straps. You nodded in agreement and he pushed them down right away, exposing your bare tits and having your dress fall on the ground, leaving you just with your pretty panties.

''Love the no bra look'' he joked and started to squeeze them, bringing your own beautiful moans on stage for him to welcome

''Slow down they'll hear us''

''Is there anyone you know out there?''

''No''

''Anyone you care about perhaps?''

''No''

''Then let's give them the concert of their lives baby, what do you say?'' he said and pinched your nipple, causing your volume to rise a couple of scales.

He pushed you further into the stall so that you were all helplessly stuck in it's corner, pressing onto you even more while sucking hard on your already aroused nipples. He got all the assurance he wanted by the way you told him how good it was in between your vocal escapisms. He then reached for your lower pleasure-seeking parts, therefore you felt his fingers trace your wet cunt above your soaked panties.

''I knew I got you good'' he said making you roll your eyes in disbelief of his still increasing confidence.

The worst part is that he has every right being confident, even on such a level. Nobody's ever made you that sexually frustrated before. It might just be that you possibly are under the Martini's spell ,but c’mon now, lying to yourself won’t work again.

You’re under Wooyoung's spell and you know it without minding at all, nor wanting him to stop. You're actually glad it's him and not some dude San and Mingi tried to hook you up with. And why is that? Because even though you trust them, you know that there's no other better judge of people than you. You were hesitant at first but now here you are not wanting to hesitate no more and wanting him to totally unravel you.

He rubbed steady circles on your clit, making it hard for you to hold still on your own. You wrapped one arm around his nape, pulling on his hair a bit, while the other slipped under his black t-shirt wanting to finally feel his muscles.

You both moaned, you on the feeling of his soft skin and his fingers pressing you harder down there and him with the way your pretty hands traced down his torso and went over to his waistline, ready to unbuckle his belt single handedly.

With a quick motion, he stopped everything he was doing and trapped both your hands momentarily in order to stop your incoming action. You looked at him full of confusion and his face got serious. He began to unbuckle his belt on his own, wrapped it around his hands and tightened it with his teeth. Finally, he sat down on the floor, head falling back on the toilet's closed seat.

He looks so pretty and slutty that you want to take a picture and keep it among your most precious jewelry. You smiled and put your hair behind your ears before bursting into laughter.

''What a good boy you are all tied up and sweeping the floor with your clothed ass! What for?''

''Sit on my face baby. Please''

Hold on. Have the tables turned already? Anyone would think that that's the case, he's begging for you to choke him with your pussy lips after all, how can it not be that?

''Please baby I need to taste you. Sit on it'' he repeated, looking absolutely stunning with his hands tied up like this and with the veins on his neck and arms becoming even more visible.

How could you say no to that nose? You absolutely adore that nose. You might as well have fallen deeply in love with it and the way it hits your clit while he sucks all your wetness off before reproducing it.

''Oh my god Wooyoung! Don't stop! So good-'' you managed to make up your sentence in between your loud moans and trying not to crush him under you, even though that's what he wants most.

His erection cannot be denied any longer if it ever could have been to begin with. His dick's so hard that it's now noticable ,not just on it's own but also by the way Woo's making slow and passionate thrusts in plain air.

It doesn't seem to cause a problem though, as his main goal is for you to cum on his face, tremble around him and choke him with your wet thighs that he so desperately wants to lay slaps on. Too bad he didn't think about it when he was tying himself up like the poor rope bunny he is.

Once he stopped tongue fucking you for a moment to catch his breath, you wrapped your fingers tightly on his hair and repositioned him, causing his glasses to fall from his head.

You're grinding on him, completely out of this world. His high pitched moans, his warm breath beneath you and his kitten licks while you're getting yourself off on him by rocking your hips in a slow and passionate rhythm, sends shivers down your spine and makes Wooyoung see stars. He's about to cum in his pants, untouched, just completely pussy drunk.

He didn't want to cum alone though, he wanted to share the experience, so he sped up the pace of his tongue on your clit. Your grip on his hair tightened, giving him the confirmation he needed that you were so close to finally letting go and reaching your highest with the stranger that paid for your Martini.

And that confirmation became a happening, an explosive one to be more precise. He twitched in his pants as you painted his ethereal face with your sweet liquids he so enjoyed devouring these past few minutes. You were both so high on pleasure that you didn't even notice the barman knocking on your bathroom stall's door.

''Hey there lovebirds, sorry to interrupt but the cops are to arrive soon due to the music being too loud apparently. I'll have to call it a night before they get here so-'' he said and placed Wooyoung's jacket on the door handle from outside ''Goodnight''

And on that note, he left and went back to his post. You looked at each other, both breathless, fucked up and dizzy.

Once you almost stabilized your system, you helped him up and freed him from his own enslavement. In return, he slapped your ass instinctively as you bent down to pick your dress.

''Holy fuck, I wanted to do that for some time now''

''Too bad you tied yourself, even though it was a pretty good sight''

''Glad you enjoyed it'' he said and smiled while helping you put your dress on.

When you crossed the bathroom's border for the second and last time this night, the barman blinked at the sight of you two and started applauding before waving goodbye. You bowed in reply and left the bar with Wooyoung accompanying you, contrary to how you first got there.

''So, I still got those questions I have to get answers out of you.''

''Yeah, I want to think of some questions to ask you too''

''I'll treat you to dinner, what do you say?'' he proposed, eyes focused on your lips again.

''I'd rather we prepared it together at my place. I'll send you the address''

''Yeah that sounds more convenient. See you around then beautiful'' he added his final line of the night and pecked your lips goodbye. “WAIT” he shouted abruptly breaking the street’s silence which almost made you piss yourself.

“Yeah?”

“What’s your name?”

“Oh. You’re right. It’s Y/N!”

“Okay! Goodnight Y/N”

“Goodnight Wooyoung.''

...

When you reached your appartment, it was like reality struck you down again. When you were accompanied by Wooyoung, all your problems seemed to have had drifted away.

“But now, looking back on the mountain of cigarette butts on my ashtray, I’m reminded that I can’t just keep avoiding all my problems. Instead, I have to take action and face them somehow. That’s what I’ll do starting from tomorrow!” you proudly announced and placed yet another such butt on that mountain.

“Good for you! But now that you’ve got all that figured out, will you finally let me, your favorite mountain, take some rest? It’s 5 a.m, how are you that energetic?” San let out his frustration in between sighs, since you woke him up just to state your philosophical thoughts on how life basically works.

“I’ll tell you another time. Goodnight sleepyhead, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that might happen if you stop clenching on your door handle”

“I will dummy, don’t worry. Sleep well” you said and he hung up without saying anything. You’re happy he even did you the favor and answered so you don’t mind at all. You need to get some sleep as well. It’s not an easy trip visiting and returning back from your highest point, heaven, anyway.

…

“Did your hair get longer?” Mingi looked at you surprised before sitting back down on his chair and handed your coffees over to you and San.

“Oh stop it you! Just because you haven’t seen me for a month doesn’t mean I changed that much!- Did I though? Is it bad?!”

“No, you’re the same small baby we love and cherish” San said and squeezed your cheek

“The same small SHITTY baby you mean” Mingi added in between coughs and received a death stare by San

“So… Any news?” San broke the ice and both you and Mingi laughed. For different reasons but you still laughed.

“How could she have any news to present when she was rotting in bed all day, going out only to empty her trashcan?”

“Actually… I’d like to talk about a certain topic…”

“Does it have to do with what you told me that night on the phone?” San remembered the conversation you had held two weeks ago, the night you last saw him.

It pains you and it’s been fucking your mood up for the past two weeks that you’ve had no contact at all. How could you have had any though, he didn’t even ask for your number! You really fooled yourself thinking you had saved it somewhere, that’s why you proposed dinner at your place that day. But he never tried sneaking it in your purse nor simply giving it to you directly.

You’ve been devastated and you couldn’t search for him as you don’t even know his last name. There were zero possibilities of you finding him and you thought that talking it through with your two favourite people would help you develop your new coping mechanism.

“Sort of”

“Are you going to fill me in? I have no idea what you’re talking about” Mingi said and took a disguising sip from his coffee cup, sharing a very loud noise with everyone sitting at the coffeeshop.

“Alright, remember that night you wanted to fuck that red head and then you found out that she was a lesbian?” San explained the timeline to Mingi based on their side of the story and Mingi nodded so that San would continue “Well, Y/N called me in the middle of that same night and woke me up to tell me about her remarkable life philosophies!”

“Wow! Y/N, I hate to break it to you but that that philosophical outburst wasn’t your ‘mc moment’. We all have those from time to time”

“Guys, my life philosophies are not what I want to talk to you about! Something else happened that night! Someone, to be completely honest”

“DID YOU CALL YOUR EX AGAIN?” they both shouted and stood up, forgetting about the fact that you’re having this conversation in public.

“Calm down! I did not call anyone. That’s the problem. I didn’t get his number”

“Whose number?! Do you have an imaginary boyfriend again? Are you in need of a prescription? Did loneliness turn you completely mad?!” Mingi asked angry and worried to the core but he didn’t even let you explain!

“Gosh Mingi, will you shut up and let me tell you about it?! If you want to be angry then go be angry by yourself, San will listen”

“San always listens” San said with a complaint hiding behind his wide smile

“Okay, go on. I will zip it”

“So, after I cancelled on you guys, I decided to go out by myself and I fucked this guy-“

“YOU FUCKED A GUY?!”

“She’s not a lesbian San, not everyone’s a lesbian. Only the girls I like apparently. Go on little one, I’m invested in your gossip”

You let a small sigh and got caught off guard by the waitress picking up your ashtray and emptying it in the plastic bag she was holding. You gave her a soft smile and when you turned back to look at your friends to continue your speech, you were greeted by a so greatly-missed choice of styling.

Fuck, you missed that eyebrow piercing so much as if it is your alleged husband coming back home from the military. He was already hugging San when you caught your eye on him. Thus, he had exceeded your notice on him right away, wasting no time to stare at you with that beautiful smile you rode like a total slut two weeks ago.

He was wearing the shop’s uniform and had his long hair tied in a small low ponytail, his strands falling in front of his face causing a problem for him again. Too bad he doesn’t have his glasses to hold them behind this time.You laughed at the plot line of your thoughts, catching all three’s attention. You two broke contact only to just reconnect it even stronger than it was before. The other two took turns in towards who to look at.

With a deep shy and some steps to get closer to you, he decided to speak up.

“How’s the coffee?”

“Tasty” you affirmed his currently questioning disposition “Did you make it?”

“That’s right. I would’ve been more artistic in it’s making if I knew that you’d be the one having it.”

“That’s okay, just the fact that you took the energy to make it does the job for me”

“Glad you’re enjoying it” he teasingly said, repeating his own words that had you stunned that night, right after his face riding session. On that note, he turned around and went back inside as his duties as a humanised coffee machine are calling him.

San and Mingi’s jaws were dropped on the floor because they could feel you two’s tension, without being updated on the context yet.

“Y/N honey, can you explain one thing to me?” Mingi’s face got all serious as he placed both hands on the table “How do you and my beloved mate Jung Wooyoung know each other?”

That's it! That’s His full name!

“Well… I kinda sat on his face two weeks ago in that bar’s bathroom stall...” you said bluntly and San’s laugh could probably be heard from really far away

“Of course you did” Mingi said trying to cope with this amusing new information he just received

“Well, I would too. Never had the chance to” San supported your horniness’ random spike, receiving wide stares from you and your other bestie because of it “What? I’m just being honest, he’s always been hot. So what now? What are you thinking of doing now?”

“Well, I don’t know.”

“Go ask him to fuck during his break time. He’ll be more than pleased to”

“What? Why’d you think I’d want to fuck him again Mr. Song? And why now of all times?”

“Well, I talked about both of you, not just about you Y/N. You two seemed like you were ready to ruin each other right in front of us, right San?”

“That’s right” San added and crossed his legs “You have to get his number this time”

“I can’t just go and disturb him while he’s working to ask for his number! Besides, I’m sure you two can just give it to me. He’s your friend, isn’t he?”

“No. You’re not having it that easy! I’m sure he’ll give it to you without question. Just go and take it!”

“San, I haven’t seen him in two weeks and we were both drunk that night. We had just met too! It’ll look weird if I just go and ask for his number”

“So you riding his face with the view of a fucking bathroom stall isn’t weird? You passed through that phase I’m sure you can pass this one too and go fuck somewhere. Moreover, it’ll be a chance to get you out of your dump again” Mingi played dirty with that one

“Agreed.”

“Fuck stop getting me unnumbered guys!”

“What can I say, it’s duty calling us to help you get your shit together. Go claim your man before anyone else does” Mingi said and put his jacket on

You looked at San but he just gave you a little supportive push towards the door. You can’t go back now and lose this opportunity right? It’s the moment you’ve been looking forward to happening. He’s right here and you can use it to your advantage! What could possibly go wrong?

You’re just stressing over the possibility of him not have given you his number on purpose that day. Cause, how could he forget? How could he forget after leading you on so well? Were his intentions simply for a ‘one night stand’? Why’d he ensure you continuity though?

Nah, he’s not having it. You deserve an explanation, a really good one. He can’t just go and hit on you on a random Saturday, grab his portion and then not pay the deserved way.

With that on your mind, you walked towards him, watching his every move carefully as you approached his aspect.

“Missed me?” he said without even looking at you. He just so gently wiped a cup dry, your eyes focused on his grip.

Unbelievable. You’re unbelievable, so desperate for his attention that it’s making you angry. ‘He’s just another man, get your shit together Y/N’, you thought to yourself. But is he just ‘another man’ to you?

“Won’t you say anything? Not gonna ask me how I’ve been?”

“There’d be no reason to do that If you’d given me your number!” you mumbled

“What was that?” he said and finally did you the favour to look into your eyes

He completely melted in those five seconds of eye contact. He was ready to leave everything behind, grab your hand and go spend time with you, anywhere you told him to. But you, you were taken over by anger. You could feel the frustration caused by his absence drive you insane. You wanted to slap him for being so unbothered but you knew that’d turn both of you on. So what can you do?

“Huh?” he asked again as you seemed distracted and forgot to reply to his question or rather chose not to.

“Oh forget it Wooyoung. Good day” you said and sprang out of the cafeteria

Right when the air hit your hair, Mingi and San knew by the look on your face that something didn’t go according to plan. They ran after you only to be greeted goodbye as all you wanted then was to be alone and try to ‘fix yourself’ as you said.

You’re disappointed. Totally disappointed. Why? Oh, the answer’s simple. It’s that you should’ve accepted the fact that the acting in a movie is still acting, no matter how real it comes out. It’s not really life. So, what felt like a movie to you that night was fake from the start.

Hypocrisy was what bonded you and Jung Wooyoung together in your little head. What you do want is was felt real but isn’t. He was never really interested in getting to know you, he didn’t even look at you until you seemed frustrated! He just asked all these questions that day to light up the mood, that’s why he was sexualising everything. Wouldn’t he want to look at you if he’d truly missed you? You were the one who couldn’t take your eyes off of him, how could he not put the slightest effort after declaring his statement that time, that including him being so into you?

‘It’s just another man, you’ll be fine’, you thought to yourself again. On the other hand, there’s still this other part of you in your little head that keeps telling you to go back and ask him straight away, ‘Did you just want to have it served to you once and never again?’ but you won’t be doing that. Your ego’s too high to go this low with your actions.

You began to walk faster than before as you slapped yourself hard enough with your thoughts to want to have them erased.

You can’t believe it. How could he? No, the true question is ‘How could you Y/N?’. How could you let yet another man play with your feelings when you knew his intentions from the start? This one’s different. No, all he wanted was to get his portion and leave the rest to the table to rot. Fuck, how could I’ve been so stupid?

Footsteps and footsteps and footsteps and footsteps and-

“Fuck, why’d you run off like that? Do you not care about my lungs nor our situation at all??” he asked with his hand on your shoulder, breathless and with sweat dripping down his forehead.

You removed his hand from your shoulder and you turned around to do what you’ve been doing for the past five minutes, walking and avoiding your feelings.

“Oh c’mon Y/N! Are you really that apathetic?”

“Sorry? I was right there, you didn’t even look at me once and I’m the one called out for being apathetic? Please-“ you said and tried to walk away again before he sprang in front of you, stoping your motion “Will you please stop whatever you’re doing? Stop acting like you care so much to the point that you’ll get yourself in trouble, cause you don’t “

“How’d you come to that conclusion?”

“You’ve made it very clear Woo. You didn’t try to keep in touch, you just wanted your dose and that’s where you put your period when you got it.“

“I didn’t get my dose though”

“Oh, I see. Let’s blame the neighbours for calling the cops and interruptinh our private session now, that’s all we have left to blame and do anyway”

“No, we haven’t done everything yet. I haven’t asked you what I meant to ask you. That’s why I ran all this way, putting myself in trouble for doing so. I might lose my job for this but I don’t care. But for you, I do care. So, why’d you not give me your number since I didn’t? That’s the real question”

He’s got a great point there. Not once did you think about it, why’d you not do it? Were you scared? Were you humiliated? Were you anxious? Were you-

“I simply thought we’d exchanged it already”

“So how could you have the right to forget about it and forget about me so easily? I went mad all these days, waiting for you, at the bar. You never showed up. Why’d you not show up?”

You then could recognise the purity in his eyes that you fell in love with that night. That excessive desperation that made your insides tangle. You know you fell hard for him, that’s why you let it slide, that’s why he’s not in fact ‘just another man’ to you. How could one be mad at him?

“I don’t know… After thinking I’d never see you again, I got closed up in my house once more. I didn’t want to go out and meet someone else. I didn’t want to meet anyone to be completely honest.”

“You shouldn’t do that! You’re too pretty to be hiding yourself in there. It’s also unhealthy.“ he said and made you smile, finally. He looks so proud and relaxed, like he was waiting for this moment. Just seeing you smile felt like the sun finally showing up after being hidden in the clouds. In other words, you’re that small sparkle that brightened his shitty day. It worked as a confirmation for him, your smile, as he understood how much you actually lovestruck him.

“So it wasn’t just a ‘one time thing’ for you?”

“Do you think I’d sweat that much If it was just a ‘one time thing’ for me? My legs don’t work well, fuck, I have to exercise more frequently” and yet came another laugh that sounded like melody to his ears “Oh, by the way- This is for you” he said and put a small and cutely folded paper in your back pocket.

What a tease he truly is and how you love it.

“Was that our receipt?” you teased back while approaching him closer than you already were.

“It’s a surprise. I’ll tell you about it when we have that cooking session we talked about yeah?”

“Okay, I’ll call you. I promise.” you said as you knew exactly what that little billet doux contained.

“Okay lovebug, I’ll be waiting” he said and let himself completely loose once he felt your touch on his cheek, before your lips met in a tender kiss.

He really can’t control himself around you. Same problem as on your first encounter. He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, not seeming like he wanted to let go.

“I’m so glad I found you again Y/N. Would you have came to the bar to find me? Did you think about it?”

“I did but didn’t have the courage to. I’d probably meet you through Mingi and San though someday. I wish I knew sooner so that I’d keep in touch”

“Yeah, but we will now!”

“That’s right but for now, you need to go back. You’ll lose your job”

“Shit, I totally forgot about that.” he said and panicked. You smiled as he kissed your hand after hugging you. “So… I’ll be going now okay?”

“Of course.” you replied and waved him goodbye, him too.

You got lost in your own thoughts again, which this time were formed with his not probable urges. Your mindset is now set in a new theme, under the name ‘Jung Wooyoung’. Wow, you really are a lucky girl.

“Don’t be a stranger, stranger!” he shouted, blowed you kisses from afar and began to run towards the cafeteria’s direction.

[xomakara]

Exploration

SUMMARY | When you stepped into an adult store looking for new toys, you didn’t expect to step out of one with your office crush, Jungwoo. PAIRINGS | Jungwoo/Fem!Reader GENRE | smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (both male and female giving/receiving), dirty talk, sex toys RATING | Mature LENGTH | 3,696 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Here’s one for you Jungwoo stans. I really couldn’t think of another title but oh well LOL. Enjoy!

You did not go into that shop intending on having sex, and certainly not having sex with the kind of big cock stud you just met. You went in to pick up a couple of new dildos, maybe a few porn movies, but you never imagined running into Kim Jungwoo, a colleague at the company you worked at.

Jungwoo was widely admired in the office. He was well liked, funny, a great worker, always there when you needed him, and incredibly good looking. Everyone talked about how he looked, but no one really knew anything about him outside of work. Everyone knew he had a 4 year old son that he clearly loved very much, and everyone also knew he was single.

You knew he wasn’t married because he was upfront about it, saying he wasn’t ready to commit yet. When asked if he was seeing anyone, he would smile and shake his head. There were rumors going around the office that he was gay, and that he had been briefly involved with another guy while in college, but no one really knew what had happened between them or why they broke up.

You only ever heard stories like this from co-workers who felt jealous of Jungwoo, as he was well off financially and got to do pretty much whatever he wanted. It seemed to be part of his appeal; you saw it all the time, people trying to get close to him, asking him out for drinks after work. Some would even come on to him right in front of you! He seemed to enjoy the attention, though, flirting back sometimes, giving people compliments or friendly nods.

But you were sure he was straight, as you had seen him around other women plenty of times. In fact, he made a point of being extra friendly whenever he ran into any of your female friends. He was respectful and sweet, not trying anything, just making conversation. It wasn’t until tonight that you realized just how close to Jungwoo you actually are.

After a day of training for a project you two were working on together, you walked down the street to an adult toy store near your apartment. The plan was to grab a few videos, maybe try something different in bed, as well as some anal lube and vibrators. But when you entered the store, your plans changed.

Your first stop was a section of toys labeled “For Her Pleasure Only.” This is where you usually stopped, picking out things that looked interesting. But tonight, as you picked up a few items, you noticed a few men staring at you. At first you thought it might have been due to you wearing an outfit that showed a lot of skin, but soon you began to wonder.

You were annoyed by their leers and were about to lash out at them but you felt a muscular arm wrapped around your waist. "Did you find what you wanted, babe?"

You turned to see who had grabbed you and was stunned to see that it was none other than the object of your office crush, Jungwoo. You noticed that the other men looked away immediately, embarrassed. "I…uhm..not yet."

"Ah. Well...let's look for something together."

As you stood there in disbelief, you began to notice that the other men in the store had backed off, leaving you alone with Jungwoo.

"Finally they backed off." Jungwoo said, taking his hand off of your shoulder. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Why are you here?" You asked him instead.

"Well, I live a few blocks from here." Jungwoo answered. "And I needed to pick up some supplies before heading home."

"You live around here?" You said, impressed. "I'm surprised we haven't run into each other before."

"I don't leave my house much these days." Jungwoo laughed. "My son and work take up most of my time, so I tend to stay at home. Are you here alone? You should be with your husband or boyfriend when you come to these stores. There are creeps around."

"Ah..." You bit your bottom lip. "I'm single. And I'm just looking for some stuff for myself since I obviously don't have anyone at home waiting for me."

"Oh...well then..." Jungwoo looked you over. "So, what kind of stuff are you looking for?"

As you tried to think of something sexy to say, Jungwoo interrupted you. "Come on, I know you want to look. What's stopping you?"

Suddenly, it hit you. Why was he here, shopping at an adult store with you? It was almost as if he knew you were checking him out, as if you two had planned this beforehand. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you remembered his hand resting on your bare hip earlier.

Your eyes drifted down to his crotch, which was bulging through his jeans. As you watched him shift slightly, you could make out the outline of his hard cock pressing against his zipper. His breath caught in his throat as you continued to stare at his crotch. It wasn't long before your curiosity got the best of you.

"So...are you interested in me?" You finally blurted out, feeling a little bolder now.

Jungwoo chuckled. "Yeah, I suppose you can say that. I mean, I've definitely had those kinds of thoughts. We work together, you know? We spend a lot of time talking, laughing, joking around, you know? It's hard not to notice someone like you."

You blushed. Was he flirting with you?!

He must have realized your confusion because he added, "I know what guys at work think of you. I guess I'm the same way. Maybe not quite so obvious, but you definitely turn me on."

"Wow..." You whispered, unable to believe your ears. "Are you serious?"

"Damn straight I am." He smirked, walking closer towards you. "Let's just say I like watching you walk around the office in those skirts."

"That's crazy!" You laughed nervously. "No one has said anything like that to me before."

"Have you really never noticed how hot you are?" He smirked again. "Maybe you're not used to guys thinking that about you."

"What do you mean?" You gasped, completely taken aback by what he was suggesting. "This is a strange conversation for us to be having."

"Maybe it is, but then again this is a strange place for us to meet outside of the office, isn't it?" He winked.

You suddenly became aware of the fact that you still hadn't looked away from his crotch, and realized what you had been doing. Your face burned red as you looked away, wondering if he noticed.

"I…" You started to say, but trailed off as Jungwoo placed his hands on your shoulders, pushing you gently towards the vibrators and dildos.

You looked back up to see him holding the biggest dildo you'd ever seen. "Um...what about this one?"

You stared at the huge thing, unsure if you wanted it. "It looks too big." You replied.

"Nonsense." Jungwoo shook his head. He grabbed your hand and placed it on this clothed crotch. "This is a good size to stretch you out so that you can take on the real deal later."

You bit your bottom lip, eyes darting back to the front of his pants.

"That's why I like you." He smiled, as he watched you. "You're adventurous enough to give it a shot, aren't you?"

You nodded quickly. "Yeah...yeah I think I am."

"Good girl." Jungwoo leaned forward and kissed you lightly on the lips. "Now, let's check out these movies, shall we?"

You nodded slowly, a grin growing on your face. "Yes sir."

He pulled your arm and led you towards the movie section. After grabbing a few movies, you headed towards the checkout counter. Jungwoo paid for everything without a word, smiling politely at the cashier.

Once he was finished paying, Jungwoo moved to stand behind you. "So, where are we going now?" He asked.

"Uh..." You took a deep breath. "My apartment. It's nearby."

He put his arm around your waist once again. "Perfect."

As you followed him out of the store, Jungwoo let go of your arm and tucked it under his arm. He held onto it tightly, turning your body so that your breasts were pressed up against his chest. With his free hand, he squeezed your ass cheek, causing you to shiver with pleasure.

"Mmmmmm...you're getting awfully horny, aren't you?" Jungwoo smirked.

"Mmmmmm..." You moaned. "Maybe it's the fact that you're practically groping me in public?"

"Maybe." He chuckled. "Or maybe it's just that I've been imagining fucking you for the past hour."

"Oh god." You breathed, not able to resist his charm anymore. "You have no idea how badly I need you."

With his hand still holding yours firmly, Jungwoo guided you across the parking lot and down the sidewalk. Once you reached your apartment building, he released your hand and helped you climb the stairs. As you opened the door, he pushed you inside.

"I've been dying to fuck you ever since we met." He groaned, lowering his mouth to yours.

His kiss was intense, and you were shocked to discover how talented he was at kissing. His tongue swirled inside your mouth, exploring every inch, as his other hand explored the curves of your body. Before you could respond, he pulled back, breathing heavily.

You gazed at him, surprised by his sudden retreat. Did he just reject your advances? Before you could ask him about it, Jungwoo dropped his bag and pinned you against the wall, slipping his hands underneath your shirt, cupping your tits. You moaned as he began to squeeze your nipples between his fingers, biting your lower lip to keep from moaning out loud.

"So sensitive." He growled, as he worked your nipple into a rock-hard peak. "Goddamnit, I can't wait to get you naked."

Before you could answer, Jungwoo gripped the hem of your shirt and lifted it over your head. His eyes widened as he surveyed your bare body.

"You're so beautiful." He sighed, reaching out and running his hands down your stomach. He paused briefly at your navel, massaging it lightly, causing you to gasp softly. "Is this okay?"

You trembled with desire, overwhelmed by his passion. “Yes…”

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He urged, helping you get your pants and panties off. “Do whatever feels good. Use any of the toys we bought if you want. Just touch yourself for me.”

His words sent a thrill through your entire body, causing you to shake uncontrollably. Before you knew it, you had reached into the bag of toys that you bought and pulled out the small black vibrating bullet.

Slowly, you brought it to your clit, sliding it in between your lips. The cool silicone sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout your body, making your pussy throb. When it finally slipped inside, it brushed against your swollen g-spot, sending chills throughout your entire body.

“Tell me how good that feels.” He demanded.

You moaned as you ran the vibrator up and down your wet slit, circling your clit as well. “It feels amazing…so good…”

“Keep going. Do whatever you want with that toy. I wanna hear you moan for me.”

As you continued to tease your clit, squeezing your muscles, you could feel the familiar tightening of your body. A low guttural moan escaped your lips as you cried out, falling over the edge of climax. The pulsing vibrations filled your pussy as you came all over the toy, forcing you to clamp your thighs shut in an attempt to hold back another orgasm.

After a minute, you began to relax, letting go of your grip on the toy as your orgasm subsided. Jungwoo watched you carefully as you regained control of your breathing, mesmerized by the sight of you riding the high of climax. He couldn't believe how incredible you looked as you fell apart right there on the floor.

Without warning, Jungwoo dropped to his knees, positioning himself between your legs. With a wicked smirk, he grasped your hips and positioned them directly above his head. He spread your pussy open with his hands, licking his lips as he stared at your dripping pussy.

“Oh god…” You gasped, feeling lightheaded at the site of him staring at your pussy. “Why are you doing that?”

He smiled. “Because I want to taste you. Because I've been dreaming about tasting you all day.”

With that, he buried his face between your legs, sticking his tongue out and dipping it inside your moist slit. The pleasure almost caused you to come again as he teased your clit with his tongue, nibbling on it lightly. He continued this until you were shaking with pleasure.

"You taste amazing." He panted, looking up at you. "You're such a dirty girl. So naughty."

"Fuck…that feels good." You moaned, unable to help yourself.

“But first, I want to eat your pussy some more. Then I want to fuck you so hard that you scream my name.” He whispered, taking a slow lick up your inner thigh.

You felt like you were going to die from the delicious sensations. “Please…oh god…do it. Fuck me. Eat me. Fill me with your cum. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

Jungwoo sucked on your clit harder, moaning as he devoured you. Finally, after several minutes, you screamed out as an orgasm ripped through your body. Your body shook violently as you struggled to maintain your balance, letting out muffled cries as the pleasure kept shooting through your body.

Finally, the tremors died down, leaving you weak and breathless. Jungwoo didn't stop sucking on your clit however; instead he increased the pressure of his tongue, coaxing another powerful climax from you.

Jungwoo licked his lips, panting. “Oh god…baby…I love how dirty you get when you cum. That was so damn sexy.”

You ran your fingers through his hair as he looked up at you. "Jungwoo...let me return the favor. Let me suck your cock before you fuck me."

His eyes lit up, as he nodded vigorously. "Are you sure?"

"God yes!" You cried. "Let me suck your cock. Please."

The look of lust in his eyes caused a chill to run down your spine. "Go ahead."

Jungwoo stood up and began undoing his belt. Once it was undone, he undid his zipper, pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and threw it off. He stepped out of his clothes, allowing you to stare at his muscular form. You saw his balls hanging beneath his dick, his thick shaft curving downward slightly. He was so incredibly gorgeous.

Jungwoo walked over to the couch and sat down, spreading his legs so that they were wide open.

"Suck it, baby." He encouraged, opening his eyes.

Taking his cock into your mouth, you swirl your tongue around his shaft while you slid your hand up and down his length. You licked the underside of his cock, tickling his balls, teasing him with each stroke.

Jungwoo moaned loudly, digging his fingers into your hair as you pleasured him. He closed his eyes, moaning quietly as you slid your tongue up and down his hard cock. His arousal was evident, causing his cock to swell even larger in your mouth.

"Mmmnnn." You hummed, bringing your mouth to the tip of his cock. You flicked your tongue over the soft skin, stimulating his sweet spot. Jungwoo gasped, his body shuddering with ecstasy. He grabbed the back of your head, holding you in place as he began to thrust his hips.

With his hips bucking rapidly, you bobbed your head faster and faster, covering more and more of his cock with each stroke. Soon enough, you had wrapped your lips around the base of his shaft and sucked it deeply into your mouth, eliciting a throaty moan from him.

"Do you like that?" You breathlessly asked, licking the tip of his cock with your tongue.

"Yes…" He grunted. "Yeah…yeah…yes."

You brought your mouth back to his cock, swirling your tongue around his soft skin. At this point, you were giving him one hell of a blowjob. His cock felt amazing in your mouth. It was warm and hard, and you felt like you could do nothing but please him.

"Fuck, swallow my cum, baby." He moaned, grabbing your head.

Tightening your grip on his cock, you quickly swallowed every drop of his cum. After he finished coming, you gave his cock one last kiss, allowing his hot seed to coat your tongue. When you released his cock, it was glistening with your saliva and his cum.

"Jesus fucking christ..." He moaned, laying back on the couch, resting his arms behind his head.

Reaching out, you touched his chest gently, causing him to turn his head toward you. You leaned forward and kissed him softly, trailing your tongue along his lips.

"Did you enjoy that?" You asked, smiling seductively.

Jungwoo groaned, as he slowly moved his hands down to your ass. He gripped your cheeks, pulling your body closer to his. "You have no idea what you do to me, Y/N."

Grabbing your waist, he began to grind against you, sliding his hard cock against your dripping pussy. "That feels so good."

Your legs began to shake, trembling as he pressed himself against you. "I need to be inside of you." He groaned, moving his hips.

Jungwoo pushed his hardness inside of you, burying himself deep within your tight warmth. Your walls gripped his cock tightly, welcoming him. It felt amazing. He felt incredible. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh as he began to pump his hips, fucking you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

He bit your neck, nipping it softly, causing goosebumps to cover your entire body. Every time he did this, you felt as though your insides would explode. It sent shivers throughout your body, causing your heart to race.

"You're so fucking tight, Y/N." He moaned, gripping your ass tighter.

"Ahh…god Jungwoo." You whimpered, your walls contracting around him. "This is so good."

He squeezed your ass cheeks tightly, grinding against you roughly. "Look at me, Y/N. Look at how much I'm enjoying this."

His words sent shivers throughout your body. Suddenly, his lips met yours, tongues intertwined as he fucked you hard and fast. "Tell me what you want, Y/N. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you."

Gripping his ass harder, you clenched your teeth as you tried to focus on his voice. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget everything but you."

With that, Jungwoo slammed his hips into you, slamming you onto his cock as hard as he possibly could. It was enough to make you scream out loud, moaning his name. The sensation was so intense, that you wanted to cry out. As soon as the word left your lips, Jungwoo began to increase the pace of his thrusts, thrusting himself deeper and deeper inside of you.

He stopped kissing you, his mouth remaining pressed firmly against your neck. “Do you like that, baby? Does my cock feel good? Is it filling you up nicely?”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you dug your nails into his back, moaning loudly. "Fuck…god Jungwoo. This feels so good."

Your body trembled, shaking violently as Jungwoo's relentless thrusts became too much to bear. "Ahh…I can't take it anymore! Jungwoo...oh god!"

He held your hips tightly, ramming himself as deep as possible, his moans becoming louder and louder as you began to scream his name over and over again.

"Come for me, Y/N." He growled, pushing you harder against his hips.

"Jungwoo!" You cried, as your pussy contracted around his cock, milking him dry. You heard him grunt as he came inside of you, coating your insides with his hot load.

After a few moments, you felt him begin to pull out of you, releasing you from his grip. A small amount of his seed remained trapped inside of you, seeping out of your hole and running down your thighs.

"Y/N, you okay? Did I hurt you?" He asked, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smiled softly, pressing your face into his chest. "I loved it. And no, you didn't hurt me. I just need a minute to catch my breath."

"Are you sure?" He asked, cupping your cheek.

"Absolutely." You assured him, pressing your lips to his chest.

"I'm glad." He said, rubbing your arm. "I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did."

Smiling widely, you hugged him tightly. "I did. It was better than I ever imagined it would be."

"We should definitely do this again sometime." He whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

"Are you saying that you want to keep seeing me?" You asked him. "What will our coworkers think at work if they see us together?"

Jungwoo smirked. "If we're being honest here, I've been wanting to date you since day one."

Shocked by his words, you raised your eyebrows. "I never realized that you felt that way."

Jungwoo pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you once more. "Don't worry, Y/N. We'll figure something out. For now, I just want to spend some quality time with you."

Your body relaxed as he continued to hold you. "That sounds perfect."

Jungwoo cleared his throat, breaking the silence between the two of you. "Speaking of spending time with you, I really don't want to go back home tonight."

"What about your son? Won't he be worried about where you are?"

"He's with my parents tonight." Jungwoo told you. "Besides, there's no way in hell I'm leaving you alone tonight after all that happened."

A small smile spread across your face. "You want to stay the night?"

"Absolutely." He answered, bringing his hand up to caress your cheek. "If that's alright with you."

Smiling brightly, you nodded. "It's more than alright with me."

[mactavishenjoyer]

Okay I need a Ghostroach au fanfic where after 09'Ghost gets shot he wakes up as 22' Ghost. (Still not a writer so sorry if it's bad)

He didn't have the pleasure of being thrown into another body while it was asleep like in the movies. He awoke into this world in the middle of a battle. Does it truly even count as another body if it's still him? That's unimportant he just has to finish this fight. It's unimportant what it's for. He just has to survive it. "L.T. what the fuck are you doing?" A familiar voice said, pulling Ghost behind a wall for cover. This man sure looked like the captain just shorter and without an eye scar. Ghost came a little bit more aware of his surroundings...well he actually became aware that Roach wasn't with them "Where's Roach?" Ghost said hoping that he imagined him getting shot. Please let that have been all in his head. "Who?" Soap responded with a look of confusion.

It had been weeks since Ghost had woken up in the world. Weeks of searching for Roach. He never joined 141 which means he has to be still out there or he died before he even got the chance. Ghost tried shaking the thoughts out his head. Roach had to still be alive, he was Roach after all. He sat across Price, his heart racing. "I couldn't find a Sergeant Gary "Roach" Sanderson." As those words left prices's mouth Ghost felt his heart sink, maybe Roach never existed here. Would that be better? He would have never had to go through all the pain he did before but Ghost deep in his heart was selfish, he wanted to hold Roach. "But I did find a Gary Sanderson" price slid over the files in his hand "According to our records he was dishonorably discharged from the military. So are you going to tell me what this is about?"

"Unimportant to any mission, sir."

"that wasn't what I asked."

"He's someone important to Simon Riley. I need to make sure he's safe."

Everything felt like a blur after that. All Ghost could focus on was the fact Gary was alive. Price gave Ghost his address and within the same week Ghost was standing outside his door. His heart was racing as he waited for someone to answer the door. After seconds that felt like minutes someone did. Gary had all the same scars....every single one his had. "Oh, I wasn't expecting a visit from the grim reaper! May I help you?" Gary's laugh even sounded the same. "Gary I-" ghost thoughts were cut off by the sight of a little girl hugging Gary's leg, She had Gary's eyes,"You have a daughter?". Gary turned to his little girl, telling her to go play upstairs. She ran off and Gary turned back to Ghost

"You are standing like a military douche. What the fuck do you want?"

"to talk."

"oh, really? Someone that comes to talk comes with a gun? You know you assholes won't fucking leave me alone. I haven't said shit about what happened so go tell general s-" Gary's rant was cut off by Ghost kissing him. Ghost slammed the door shut as his mask fell to the floor. "Simon?" Gary said, stomach turning as if seeing a ghost"I thought you where fucking dead.".

They sat in Gary's living room, drinking tea. "Why didn't you fucking tell me you where alive?" Gary looked as if he was fighting back tears "I got told in a fucking hallway at 20 that the love of my fucking life was murdered with his family.". "I'm sorry " was all ghost could muster to say, knowing that the truth was unbelievable. But wasn't that what Gary was upset at? That Ghost never told the truth? "It's been 10 fucking years, Simon. A sorry isn't going to fucking cut it.". Ghost felt as if he was choking "who did you have a kid with?" Ghost said trying to ignore that he can't truly apologize for what he did to this Gary because it wasn't him that did it. "...just like you... never liked the attention being on you, huh?" Gary's voice was softer now "After I thought you died, I threw myself at anyone who would have me to try to distract myself. I thought it was easier....until I got a Superior's wife pregnant. I didn't know she was married. I got dishonorably discharged. Beaten almost to death and then paid to keep quiet about it. Riley thinks her mom is dead. You know .... since lying about people being dead always makes things easier." Ghost would roll his eyes at that last sentence if it wasn't for the realization that Gary named his daughter Riley. "Her name's Riley?" Ghost felt emotions he didn't think he was capable of feeling anymore.

"Yes, named after my dead boyfriend who's sitting in my living room....why are you here?"

"because I love you."

Or something like that. This is long enough and I'm not a writer so idk how to end it. Especially since the angst In me wants to trick y'all into thinking everything is going to be happy just to kill roach.

Part 2 of the idea

[berk-brain-rot]

Brain worm of the day:

The way Berk uses difference in punctuation specifically between poems as a whole.

So in a previous post I did an incredibly overly detailed babble of words into how Berk uses capitalization for individual words that provide not just emphasis, but sometimes change their entire meaning from that of a verb to a proper noun/entity.

This isn't the only way they use capitalization though. Berk's poems in Lazarus Rises seem to follow a couple different levels of grammatical rule breaking basically. Some of their poems follow basic grammar sentence structure:

What I mean by that is that capitalization occurs in the same way it would for normal sentences, with the first letter of a sentence and all I's being capitalized, as well as with periods concluding each sentences.

Sometimes they follow a form of normal sentence structure:

Their I's are still capitalized and they still use periods, but the beginning of sentences aren't capitalized. Not only that but the sentences themselves don't follow a normal sentence structure in the form of subject-verb-object, they seem to begin and end wherever emphasis or a spoken pause would be needed.

Sometimes though they completely throw the rules out the window:

In the case of this poem they don't capitalize a single letter or use a single period until the very end of their poem:

Now here's the thing, this could all be Berk just messing around with style (they're entitled to playing around with it but honestly a lot of the ways Berk writes seems entirely too well thought out and specifically chosen for that to make sense to me). This could be Berk just deciding the shift key was too heavy that day (which I would argue is in itself a choice that would carry through to your poems). This could have no greater meaning to it (press x to doubt).

But regardless of whether this was all intentional (and I very much would argue it is, at least subconsciously) the fact that Berk writes in this way provides more layers to gain from their poems.

In the case of their poem X. periods hold a significance whenever they choose to use them. They provide emphasis that might not have otherwise been given, they provide a dictation for how their poems might be read aloud, they provide another layer of meaning.

The same can be said for their lack of capitalization.

"One day, I will move on from my grief." is incredibly different from "one day, I will move on from my grief." The first case could be seen on a hallmark card honestly. It's not wrong, but I kind of immediately want to throw it away in annoyance at feeling misunderstood.

But in the second case?? You can literally feel the exhaustion.

This second line means something to me. This second line comes from someone who actually gets what it's like to grieve, who gets that to put it into polite terms, is really fucking hard.

When they throw away all grammar rules though???

Their poem XIII does this :

Tell me you didn't get to the end of that poem, and get knocked out of your chair. Look me in the eyes, and lie to me, because of course you're on the ground.

"You are not alone." hits you like a sledgehammer. Nothing else in that poem follows normal grammar. There is not a single other period or capitalized letter. So when you read that statement you can almost feel Berk trying to lovingly slam you with the idea of friendship and caring and sharing in pain together so that we are never alone again.

TLDR; Berk uses all available tools they have in the written form to knock you upside the head (/pos) with an emotion. Sometimes this is the words they choose to use, sometimes this is the way they fit those words together, and sometimes they make sentence structure their bitch in a way that I'm honestly in awe of.

As always, the source is always more interesting than anything I have to say, so if you haven't yet, go read Lazarus Rises(amongst other things) and follow them on their Tumblr @icaruspendragon because they write so many cool things beyond just their published book.

[nahoney22]

Hi Honey ! I hope you're all right and congrat for the 3K ! ♥ A angst/fluff F!Reader x Crosshair "You're not alone. You never were." please ? He deserve a bit of tenderness 🙏🥺 Thank youuuu and have a nice day ! 💖

Prompt List Celebration 3000 Followers

Crosshair X F!Reader

word count: 1.1k

SFW

Prompts:

• “You’re not alone, you never were.”

warnings: Angst and Fluff, mentions of imperial Crosshair, brainwashing and isolation. Strangers to friends, comfort. Platonic. Female reader.

Authors note: thank you so much for the kind words. Sorry the wait, hope you enjoy.

Sometimes, deciphering people can become an arduous task. Their actions, choices, and ideology weave a perplexing web. Yet, it's even more difficult to comprehend someone who clams up, unwilling to utter a single word, even after being rescued.

Crosshair was an enigma to you, a mystery. The fragments of information shared by his brothers to you portrayed him as unyielding, hot-headed, yet paradoxically entertaining and empathetic in the past, too.

Standing on the ship's plank, your gaze fixated upon Crosshair, who stood solitary, arms folded over his chest, gazing into the abyss of the canyon.

It was still dangerous for you all, especially after saving Crosshair from the Empire. So to seek solace and protection, you all retreated to the refuge of canyons and vast forests whenever possible.

Night descended, accompanied by a bone-chilling breeze. Conversations with Crosshair had been sparse with you and everyone else for that matter. And amidst everyone relishing their own company, a part of you yearned to intrude upon his.

Summoning some courage you approached him, disregarding the apprehensive glances exchanged by his brothers. You stood by his side, maintaining a cautious distance.

He didn't turn to acknowledge you, yet he knew of your presence. Your words faltered, failing to find their way out. Every time you mustered the courage to speak, doubt seized you, causing your mouth to snap shut. Minutes ticked by, and his patience withered, tired of your feeble attempts.

"You don’t need to pity me," he remarked, his snake-like voice slicing through the silence, causing you to startle. You turned your head towards him, his narrowed eyes fixed upon the desolate landscape.

"Who said I did?" you retorted, a hint of defiance lacing your words. He scoffed instantaneously, leaving you puzzled. "What?"

"Why else would you be out here, attempting to talk to me?" he questioned, finally glancing in your direction. His eyes held an elusive emotion, one that eluded your understanding—a blend of amusement and resentment, perhaps.

You shrugged nonchalantly, refusing to let his demeanor rattle you. "We haven't spoken much, so I thought I'd give it a shot," you replied, your tone tinged with defiance. "But if you prefer being an arse, by all means, go ahead. I won't lose any sleep over it."

His narrowed gaze scrutinised your face for a moment before returning to fixate ahead. "Cute," he retorted, dripping with sarcasm, causing you to roll your eyes in response. The rational part of your mind urged you to walk away, but an inexplicable pull in your heart compelled you to stay. Besides, it was the most he had spoken since rejoining the Batch a week ago, a fact that resonated with you.

"Crosshair," you began, your voice gentle as you approached the delicate subject. "You need to reconnect with the others. Talk to them.”

Silence enveloped the air.

You pressed on, prompting him further. "Will you?"

"They don't want to talk to me," he muttered, the words carrying an unmistakable pang in his throat. Your head tilted slightly, curiosity knitting your brows together.

"But do you want to talk to them...?"

He fell silent, his response conveyed through his reticence. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you recalled his words. "They do want to talk to you. You're just making it difficult for them to approach you."

"Yeah?" His head snapped towards you, a raised eyebrow challenging your statement. "How so?" His tone carried a hint of skepticism, fueling a spark of annoyance within you.

“Because every time they try to speak to you, you're quick to just start arguments!" Frustration welled up, causing your hands to gesture wildly as you turned to face him fully. "They care about you and-"

"They don't care," he interrupted, his voice laced with bitterness.

You let out a dry laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "We risked our lives to bring you back. After we learned about Hemlock, we had no choice but to-.”

"They abandoned me, left me stranded for weeks," he interjected, his voice laden with a mixture of anguish and accusation.

"And whose fault was that?" Your voice rose, determination shining through your words. His eyes widened slightly, taken aback by your unwavering resolve. While you spoke the truth, he turned his gaze away from you.

"You don't... You don't understand what it's like. What it is like to be brainwashed…what's happening inside my mind. So, if I were you, I'd better run back to the ship, missy."

Glaring in his direction, you hesitated for a moment, allowing your gaze to soften as he closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. Inhaling through his nose, exhaling through his mouth. "What's going on inside your mind, Crosshair?" you asked, your voice tender with a glimmer of empathy.

He slowly reopened his eyes, giving you a sidelong glance before directing his gaze upward, where the stars began to sprinkle the darkening sky. "Nothing. Yet everything," he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.

Stepping closer to him, you decided that words of solace were what he needed in that moment. "I understand you might find it hard to believe me—we're practically strangers to each other—but your brothers, your sister... They care. They care about you deeply. When you were absent, they would talk about you. They never voiced it to each other, but I've overheard Wrecker and Hunter express how much they miss you."

He remained silent, and you couldn't determine if it was a mere play of shadows or something more, but you were fairly certain you witnessed his lower lip quiver at your words. Perhaps that explained the quiet cough and his subtle inclination to turn his head away from you.

"What I'm trying to say, Crosshair," you spoke gently, placing a reassuring hand on his arm, feeling the tension radiate through his body. Yet, he didn't push you away. "You're not alone... you never were."

He sighed, taking in all of your words whilst his hand glided over his shaven head before he turned to face you.

"Thanks. For trying," he acknowledged, his voice carrying a tinge of gratitude.

You exhaled softly, a sympathetic smile tugging at your lips. "I'm here if you ever want to talk. Or if you simply want someone to stand beside you in a room filled with people," you offered, a gentle laugh escaping you. Surprisingly, this elicited a hidden smile from him.

"I'll keep that in mind, missy," he responded, his tone holding a flicker of sincerity.

Uncertain about the meaning behind the nickname—whether it was genuine or a veiled attempt at mocking you—you watched as his gaze shifted over his shoulder to where Wrecker rested by the makeshift fire. Contemplation flickered in Crosshairs eyes, and when he noticed you observing him, he redirected his attention back to you.

"Did you lie... when you said he missed me?" His voice carried vulnerability, and as you smiled and shook your head, you witnessed a weight being lifted off his shoulders.

Retreating back to the ship, the biting cold becoming too much to bear, you cast one last glance at Crosshair. Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions as you saw him silently take a seat across from Wrecker, saying nothing yet expressing everything.

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[mrsnegan]

Show Me

Pairing: Joel Miller x female!reader

Summary: Stranded in a safe house outside of Jackson after you risked your life to search for him, Joel teaches you to listen to him.

Warnings: angst, smut, dom/sub dynamic, fingering, orgasm control, unprotected p in v, rough, chocking, mocking

"Why the hell did you go all by yourself? Wouldn't have thought you would be so damn stupid, girl." Joel was furious, pacing up and down the living room of the safe house both of you stranded in after he rescued you from a small horde of infected outside of Jackson.

"Because I-"

His gaze bore through you, burning your skin. He was mad at you, extremely mad. In fact, you had never seen him so enraged before.

"Why did you do it? Haven't I taught you better not to leave alone?"

His disappointment in you made tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. Your vision felt blurry. You never wanted to cry in front of him, though is voice, the anger radiating from it, that specific look in his eyes, it all made you crumble.

"Because I...," you began anew, desperately holding back the tears, "I was worried about you." Gaze locked on your shoes, you felt so small in front of him. You had been worried about him, that was the truth. It had taken him longer than usual to come back from his mission or whatever he had been up to nowadays. He didn't talk about his business, not with you, not with anyone.

"Worried about me? Why?" His voice, cold and booming, sounded nearer than before.

"You wouldn't understand," was your short answer, a single tear escaping your eyes.

"Try me."

His rough fingers found your trembling chin and you flinched from the sudden touch, not expecting him to be this near.

"Are you afraid of me?"

You shook your head, eyes traveling up to his.

"No...but you make me feel like a little girl and I don't want to feel that way. It hurts, it feels humiliating. I didn't want to disappoint you."

Joel's deep sigh travelled through your body, his thumb now wiping your tear away.

"But you acted like one."

You flinched visibly at his words, lip trembling.

"Why did you risk getting hurt out here?"

Eyes still filled with tears, you willed the truth to finally come out of your mouth.

"I was worried you wouldn't come back, so I went searching for you. I don't want to lose you, Joel."

He looked down at you, chest heaving, eyes searching yours, before he captured your lips in a bruising kiss. Walking you backwards, Joel managed to press you against the nearest wall, intensifying the kiss.When he pulled away, eyes hooded and filled with fire, you gulped down nervously.

"Turn around," he managed to say, letting go of your face.

You immediately did as he said, facing the cold wall instead while bracing yourself against it.

Joel's hands wandered around your waist, undoing the fly and zipper of your trousers before he pulled them down your legs together with your underwear. You shivered, both from the cold air and the anticipation.

He said nothing while you heard him undoing his belt, then the zipper of his own trousers.

"Touch yourself for me," he ordered.Your face changed its color with his words, desire pooling deep down within you. Your right hand disappeared between your thighs and when your fingers found your center, you weren't prepared for being this wet. A soft moan left your lips and with your eyes closed, you teased yourself further. The feeling travelling through your body was one of a kind, adrenaline and euphoria alike making your heart pump faster.

"Just like this," you heard Joel whispering behind you, now closer, much closer than you expected.

He pressed himself against you, his hard length trapped between your bodies. His hand covered yours and while you were still circling your clit, his fingers found your entrance, pushing two of them inside.

"Fuck, Joel," you whimpered, feeling incredibly full, and those were just his fingers.

Joel groaned at your words, pumping his fingers faster and faster, caging you in with his body. He pressed your upper body flat against the wall again, pushing your hips towards his center to get better access. You squirmed in his grasp, fingers still playing with yourself despite the onslaught of pleasure.

"I'm gonna-," you panted, cheek pressed against the wall.

And just like that his fingers were gone, pushing your hand away from your center as well.

"Did I give you permission to cum? You have to learn to listen, girl, gonna teach you a lesson," Joel growled against your ear. "Lean over the table."

He backed away to give you space to move. But you didn't, too stunned to even move a finger.

"Don't make me tell you twice," you heard Joel's deep voice, snapping you out of your daze. You whimpered when you pushed yourself from the wall and awkwardly walked over to the sofa, desperately trying not to trip over your trousers which were pooling at your feet. The wetness between your legs felt uncomfortable, the empty feeling driving you mad. With a pounding heart, you pushed the chair aside and leaned over the dusty dining table. Risking a look over your shoulder, you saw Joel pumping his slick-coated fingers over his length. The moan leaving your lips was loud enough for Joel to hear.

"Like what you see?" he asked, walking towards you lazily, as if he had all the time in the world.

"Yes," you breathed, biting your lower lip.

"Do you know how godamn angry I'm at you for your stupid behavior?"

His words stung once again, though this time the heat pooling inside of you got the best of you.

"Then show me."

Joel was right behind you, the hand not occupied with stroking himself, grabbed your ass cheek possessively.

"Show you what?"

"Show me how angry you are."

Joel darkly chuckled at your words, the growl he tried to suppress still noticeable. Finally, he lined himself up with your center, teasing your slick lips with the head of his cock, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling.

"Oh darlin', if you just wanted me to fuck you like I hate you, you could've just asked, y'know?"

"It isn't just-," you began to explain when Joel plunged inside of you with one smooth stroke and drove the air out of your lungs.

"Shit," he exclaimed, bottoming out at the first try. "Like you're made for me."

Of course you would have liked to give a witty remark, however you felt so full, so stretched out, so deliciously fucked in more than one sense, you couldn't form a word if you tried.

Joel gave you no time to adjust, you were wet enough anyway, so he retreated nearly fully just to drive his length back into you roughly. Picking up the pace with each movement, you were smashed against the table over and over again, the edge of the of it digging into your thighs uncomfortably.

"Joel," cried out, unashamed of the blinding lust his manhandling gifted to your body.

He fucked you harder still, his hand pushing your shoulders down, so you were laying flat against the wooden surface, face turned to the side. His grunts drove you mad, your own moans so deep and foreign to you, you didn't even register them as your own. His cock hit you in all the right places, the pace of his thrusts, the size of him nearly too much for you, but just nearly.

"Oh god...need to cum."

"No, you don't, not yet." Joel's answer was cruel, his thrusts punishing. When he suddenly pulled out, leaving you clenching around nothing, you whined pathetically.

"Be a big girl, stop that shit. Got into this all by yourself," he mocked.

His hand yanked you upwards by your hair, pulling you into a standing position just to turn you around. Risking a look into your glazed eyes, he moaned himself. "Hop on that table, wanna see your face."

Gulping down you did as he said, legs wobbly, head empty.Joel was on you in an instant, pushing your legs apart and positioning himself between them. He grabbed your throat possessively while his other hand guided his length back into you, your hands immediately clawing at the arm choking you lightly.

"There you go, fuck."

Holding you upright, he fucked you hard until you couldn't hold your eyes open. The perfect mix of pleasure and pain made you dizzy. Though, your eyes shot open, when Joel squeezed your throat a bit harder.

"Eyes open, wanna see you."

It took everything in you to obey his words, the way he used you, the way he took is anger out on you was electrifying and scary alike. He was strong in every sense of the word: strong-willed, stubborn, but also physically intimidating, for the first time you realized he could crush you if he wanted to. You didn't know if that thought made you afraid of him or wetter.

His brows were furrowed, eyes trained on your face. Him looking like this was enough to bring you closer and closer to your breaking point.

"Wanna...wanna...," you babbled, but Joey shook his head.

"Tell me you will listen to me...from now on. Tell me you won't do that shit again," he demanded, stubborn as he was. You could feel himself twitch inside of you, but he still held on to his words to teach you a lesson.

Nodding your head frantically, you wanted him to give you the permission to cum so badly, but it wasn't enough.

"Words, wanna hear it." His thrusts faltered just a fraction when you moaned, the hand around your throat not moving a bit.

"Will listen...Won't...fuck...won't do that again. Please Joel, please."

It seemed to be enough for him or he couldn't hold himself back anymore, it didn't matter which it was. His hand, previously around your throat, disappeared between your bodies. As soon as his thumb made contact with your clit, you were a goner, hands flying to his shoulders, fingers digging into his sweaty skin. Your body shook around him, your orgasm rushing through you forcefully. You couldn't hold open your eyes, a silent scream making your mouth hang open.

Joel growled deeply, forehead now pressed against yours while you squeezed him, triggering his own release. He came inside of you with stuttering thrusts.

It took forever for the both of you to come down again. Every part of your body felt light and so damn heavy at the same time.

"But honestly, promise me to never do that again, darlin'," Joel breathed against you, his lips catching your trembling ones in a sensual kiss, his words just above a whisper, tender now, "because I don't want to lose you either."

[void-ink-studios]

Kiss of Life

I hope y'all are happy. You infested my brain with fankid worms. I both love and hate every single one of you for encouraging this.

So, I guess enjoy part one of however many parts I decide to write. Today's adventure: Scarab's crippling fear of not being enough and realizing he's not as alone as he thinks he is.

Note, this is a direct continuation of Wrath of the Wishmaster. If you haven't read that, you can read it all under the "Wrath of the Wishmaster" tag on my blog, or read it in its entirety on AO3 here.

Heads up for this chapter: There's implied sexual content.

Word Count: 3,800

“I’m not sure if you can hear me from in there…”  Scarab sighed.  He let his mandibles click quietly as he sat in front of the burrow’s entrance.  “It’s… it’s me.  Your Papa…”

What was he doing?  This wasn’t natural… none of this was natural to him…  Why was he pretending like he knew anything about what he was doing?

“I’m… Prismo, your father, he… he said talking is good for young…”

He chittered, letting his talons link together as he tried his best to stay alert.

He was so tired…  When was the last time he slept?

“But… Well, he’s not like me…  He’s human…  Actually, I’m not sure he’s even that.  He’s the dream of a human.  It’s funny, almost.  Infinite cosmic power, still bound by a… mammalian brain.  Although, I wonder if I’m any better.”

He chuffed, thinking about Prismo.  His Prismo.  His sweet, beautiful, frightened Prismo.

So, so frightened…

It’s not like Scarab wasn’t.  Far from it, in fact.

He wasn’t sure how good of a front he was holding, but he at least didn’t try to let it show.  He needed to be strong.  For Prismo and the little one in the burrow behind him.  But dear Glob, was he terrified.

“...He’s worried about you…  He’s worried we’re not holding you right now.  Says that babies need to be held.  I… I wouldn’t know much about how mammal babies need to be reared…  I take his word on it.  But…  Well, you’re my kin too.  And I know how important the brood burrow is…”

He felt aimless in this one sided conversation.  He pressed his head against the wall, listening for anything.  Any sign of life.

“I’m not sure if you know how… hard it is… To resist digging you out early… Please.  I need one hint that you’re okay.  Give me some sign that you’ll emerge, and I get to hold you.”

He listened again.  He wasn’t sure if the walls were too thick, or if any noise was too quiet, or if… something worse had happened.  But, regardless of reason, it was still the same outcome.  Silence.

He made a wounded sound, clicking his talons together as he fought to stay awake.  When did his eternity come to this?

He blamed Life.

He was so swept up in the excitement of seeing her again that he didn’t think of the implications of what happened that night.

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There was something... decidedly off about Life today.

First it was even a shock she made an appearance at all today. Ever since... what happened to her family, Life mostly pulled away from the social affairs of the gods.

Scarab couldn't blame her.

Death was a loss that hit all of them hard. A distinct hole in their hearts, one that was only rubbed raw at the attitude of his successor.

Scarab had only met Death's child once or twice before everything went to flames. Aggressive, stubborn, immature. Expected for such a young thing, unfortunate for the child of two of the most respected gods in the pantheon, and painfully unready for the destiny he was bestowed.

When he and Prismo got the news... Scarab had not known pain like that in millennia. Death was his friend. One of his first. One of the only gods who treated him with kindness from the start. Prismo and Cos were equally devastated.

It was the first funeral the Pantheon hosted in a long time.

It was at that funeral that Scarab spoke to New Death and Life for the last time.

New Death proceeded to brush off everyone as "old and lame" and disappeared to the Dead Worlds, never to come out.

Life just sighed sadly, thanked them for coming, pecked each of them on the cheek, and left for the Well of Life.

Life hadn't been seen since, not until New Death fell to an old fox. And even then, it was only to say a curt hello to Mr. Fox as the latest incarnation of Death. And to tell Prismo that Finn and Jake had decided to reincarnate. That he might see his friends again, someday.

It was a... difficult swirl of emotions that day. For a lot of different reasons.

So, seeing Life at all was... complicated. Prismo was elated, showing her all of the strange flowers that their wish magic had created. She chuckled quietly and listened to the Wishmaster and his blabbering.

Scarab was unsure on how to approach her. He missed her, dearly. He understood why she pulled away but... couldn't help but feel hurt by it. They might not have loved Death the way she did, but they were still his friends. They all would've been there for her. For each other.

But... well, he thought of what he'd be like if he lost Prismo. He couldn't blame her.

Wait, were they coming closer?

Oh Glob, look alive Scarab.

"Ah, Scarab dear, how are you?"

"I'm okay, Life. It's nice to see you here. It's been... too long."

"Yes, it has... and, for that, I'm sorry. But, I just... something compelled me here. To you, and Prismo. You two seem to be well."

"Yeah, things have been pretty great! Life, you gotta come to game night, we'd love to see you again." Prismo pulled Scarab into his side, making the beetle chirp in surprise.

"I know... I'd love to spend more time with you boys as well. It's just... things have been... difficult."

Scarab hummed, nodding. "We understand, Life. But, we insist, the Time Room is always open to you, no questions asked. We'd love to have you."

Life smiled sadly, humming.

"I might take you up on that offer, Scarab. You'll have to tell me all about these lovely little blooms you've somehow created. They're utterly fascinating. It's not every day new life is created."

Scarab felt his face blush a little, but smiled, taking her hand in his. "Come, let's enjoy the party. Have some punch."

It was nice, spending time with Life again.  

She laughed, she danced with Cos, she told stories about the many souls that passed through her Grotto every day.

She seemed lighter.

Scarab wasn’t sure what had changed, but it was welcome.  Anything to have this small piece of his friend back.

When all was said and done, and things were winding down, Life stuck around.  She seemed to be pondering the Time Room, and the lovely secret garden of crystals and flowers the pair had created for themselves.

“I still don’t understand it” she whispered.

“What’s that, Life” Prismo asked.

“Something… compelled me here, my dear.  I’m not sure what.”

Scarab hummed, considering.  “Perhaps it was simply the Dream Liles, Life.  You said yourself, it’s not every day new life is created.”

She narrowed her eyes, deep in thought.  She sighed, before smiling at the two Wishmasters.

“Perhaps you’re right, Scarab.  I should… be going now, I think.  It was nice, seeing you boys again.”

“Feel free to ring any time, Life!”

Life smiled at Prismo’s sweet words, her heads uncoiling and placing a kiss on both Scarab and Prismo’s cheeks.  Small flowers bloomed from the spot, until they fell away to the floor.

“Have a good evening, my dears.”

And with that, she was gone.

As Scarab returned to cleaning, he felt the tell tale tingle of a certain Wishmaster’s arms winding snuggly around his waist and chest.

“Prismo.”

“Hmmmm?”

“Prismo, we need to clean this up.”

“The trash will still be there in a few hours, Lovebug…”

Scarab rolled his eyes, turning his head to lock eyes with the pink Wishmaster.  “You’re incorrigible.”

“I didn’t hear a no.”

“Prismo, there is a non-zero percent chance someone comes back because they forgot something.  As much as I love your touch, that is not something I wish to share with the rest of the pantheon.”

Prismo chuckled, kissing the back of his neck.  “Greedy bug.  Keeping me all to yourselves?”

“As if you wouldn’t bite at anyone who tried to pull those embarrassing noises from me.  You’re just as greedy.”

“Hmm… Guilty.  Still not hearing a no.”

Scarab shivered as Prismo gave his waist a light squeeze, his fingers starting to trace the grooves in his shell, spots he knew would make the Auditor melt under the touch.

“...Let me at least finish cleaning.  If you’re going to make a mess, might as well get this one out of the way.”

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Scarab felt his mind drift back to the present.  He sighed, nuzzling his head against the wall he leaned against.

“...I wish I could reassure him.  Your father loves you very much, already.  I do too.”

He tapped his talons against the featureless gray blocks of the Time Room’s basement, thinking.

“I’ve never known a member of my kind to… say such things about their children.  Much less guard the brood burrow like this…”  He paused, thinking about home.  “Where I’m from… well, children are raised by everyone.  Protected by everyone around you.  In my old life, that was part of my job… I’d walk around to make sure nothing was getting into the brood burrows.  Keep little grubs like you safe…  You’d be safe, in the Mounds…”

He sighed, shaking his head.  Thinking like that would do no good, it just worked him up again.

“You’re safe here… I know in my heart, you’re much safer here than you would be in a real burrow.”

There was nothing that could get into the Time Room that Prismo or Scarab didn’t want to be there.  Much less the basement.  No wayward wishmaker, no unwelcomed god, no weather or predators could even get a sniff of this place.

He knew that.  He knew Prismo knew that.

And yet, here he was, with his sword at the ready, guarding it religiously.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for you…  All my life, I was taught that it takes a community to raise a child.  When I left the Mounds and interacted with mortals, I couldn’t believe that some children were raised by a single adult.  Or even by a single other child.  It was inconceivable to me, the responsibility.  And yet…”

He wondered, vaguely, what Cricket would do.  He wondered if Cricket ever had a brood of their own.  He thought they would.  The thought didn’t do much other than squeeze his heart.

“...Sometimes I wish I could reassure myself.  But… I suppose talking helps.  A compromise.  We can’t hold you, not yet, but I can at least speak to you.”

He pondered what he was doing exactly.  “I feel like death.  But I’m not leaving you.  Not until I know you’re safe.  If that takes until the day you emerge, so be it.”

He thought of the Mounds again.  What it would’ve been like to grow up without everyone else around.

He couldn’t do this.  He couldn’t do this by himself, why did he have to do this without his mound?  He hadn’t considered children after leaving home.  It wasn’t possible.  He couldn’t keep a child happy and safe by himself, he was barely managing to guard this burrow, which he was tasked to do once upon a time.

What had happened to him?

Maybe the eternity of life had changed him.  Maybe Prismo’s mammalian sentimentality was rubbing off on him.  Maybe…

He clutched his stomach absently.

“...You are the first egg I’ve ever had, little one.  Quite possibly the only egg I’ll ever have.”

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Scarab knew something was different.  His belly felt… heavy in a way it never had before.

He felt skittish.  Defensive, even.  Like everything was a threat.

He was clingy to Prismo.  He hid in burrows much more often, even when he was feeling better than usual.  He hissed at overly aggressive Wishmakers.

But, above all, he felt that heaviness.

He thought he was sick, somehow.  In all his millenia of life, he’d never gotten… ill.  But maybe it had finally happened.  Living forever at least guarantees everything will eventually happen.

He’s never taken a day off.  So, it was nice to have the vacation days saved up, despite the look of mild surprise the Organizer had when he turned in his paperwork.

So, he was free to relax in the Time Room.  But he still wasn’t sure what was wrong.

It was worrying him.

At least Prismo was as doting as he was.  The Wishmaster stayed curled around him most of the time, keeping his proboscis wet with tea and soup, constantly warm in soft blankets.  He couldn’t ask for anything better, in all honesty.

“How’s my Lovebug today?  Any better?”

Scarab chirped distantly, shaking his head.  “I wish I knew what was happening…  I don’t like this… this useless feeling.”

Prismo hummed, touching Scarab’s forehead.  No fever.  This whole thing baffled the Wishmaster as much as it did the Auditor.

Then Prismo did something he hadn’t yet, mostly because Scarab hissed at him when he tried.  But today, the beetle was just distracted enough to let his hand approach tenderly.

He touched Scarab’s stomach.

At first, the beetle tensed, starting to hiss, even considering biting Prismo’s hand for the audacity.  But, after a moment, the urge died.  The hiss stuttered to a stop.  Something in his hindbrain flipped a switch.

Scarab felt his body relax, truly relax, probably for the first time in days.  His wings vibrated absently, a soft purr falling from his mandibles.

“Woah… Lovebug, you okay?”

Scarab felt his brain go a little dumb.  Things slowed, and a pleasant cloud fell over his thoughts.  He didn’t verbally respond, instead offering a quiet chirp in affirmation.

Prismo was… well, completely confused.  Scarab didn’t relax like this even on the best of days.  It just… didn’t compute with the beetle’s wiring.  He was always alert, always attentive, always aware.  He’s never seen his love so… limp.

Should he be worried…?

The Wishmaster curled around him, continuing to pet gently, pressing kisses to the side of Scarab’s head.

Their lives continued like that for a few days longer.  Scarab would eat, he’d sleep, and then he’d cling like a tic.  He was still worried, especially after Prismo told him what happened when his stomach was touched, but he decided to not dwell on it.  It had to be over soon.

And, in a way, it was.

Because Life then stormed into the Time Room muttering something.  Prismo thought he recognized the language, a long distant one…

It took a moment for that to sink in.  Then the Wishmaster felt his stomach drop.

Uh oh.  She only spoke like that when… something major was happening.

He held the sleeping Scarab close, making nervous noises as the goddess approached them.

“Unbelievable!  Were you not planning on telling me?!”

“U-Uhm… What?”

“Do not play dumb with me, young man” she scolded.  A mane of snakes erupted from her shoulders as she continued to pace and babble, finally arousing Scarab from his slumber.

“Hmm… Life…?  Is that you?”

“Scarab!  How could you not tell me?!”

Prismo felt Scarab bristle as she spoke.

“Tell you… what?”

“Of all goddesses not to tell!  The audacity!”  She whirled around, glaring down at the two younger gods in sheer frustration.

Scarab made a nervous noise, one Prismo is familiar with.  One that he made when he was afraid something might hit him.

Nope, that wouldn’t fly.

“Life!”  The goddess stopped pacing, a little startled by Prismo’s sudden raise in volume.  “You need to calm down.  You’re making Scrabby nervous.  We don’t know what you’re talking about, Wishmaster’s honor.”

That seemed to at least make the goddess stop and breathe.  Her extra snakes slowly retreated back into her shoulders as she leaned in close to examine Scarab.

“You… You don’t know…?”

Scarab shook his head.  “What’s this about, Life…?”

She finally cracked a smile, running a gentle hand over the top of his head.  She hushed him as he made a nervous noise, which soon fell into small, pleased trills.

“Scarab dear…  You bare life.  New life.”

There was a loud silence in the Time Room as both Wishmasters stared at the goddess.  There was a beat.  Then two.  Then maybe three more.

“...What…?”

Scarab’s voice sounded so small.

“You bare life, Scarab.  I can feel it.”

Scarab clutched his stomach, feeling that weight again.  It felt… solid.  Round.

No… he couldn’t be…

“Life… Life, are you certain?”

“It is my duty to be certain, Scarab.  There is an egg, deep in your core.  And it is alive.”  She pressed a gentle hand onto his belly, nodding definitively.

Prismo was silent.  Too silent.  The beetle reached for the Wishmaster’s hand, making a pleading noise.

“Prismo…?”

He didn’t look up at the dream.  He felt the grip around him loosen, the hands moments ago keeping him snug and warm now trembling in the air around him, dragging a wounded sound from Scarab.

“...Prismo, please say something…”

“An… An egg…”  The Wishmaster’s voice was so much smaller than he’d ever heard.  He made a few aborted starts before going silent again.

“I know this is… a lot to take in dears, especially if it was not expected…  Just know, I am here for the both of you.  Whatever it is you chose to do.”

Scarab chewed on his talons, millions of thoughts racing through his head at once.  “...W-Wait… one egg?  Are you certain it’s only one…?”

“Yes Scarab.  Only one.”

“That’s… that’s not right… m-my species, we’re supposed to… carry clutches of 4, at least…  S-Some of them don’t make it… You’re telling me I only have one chance…?”

His mind was falling apart.

One egg.

That’s why he never suspected an egg of all things to be the cause of his odd feelings.  The elders at the mounds always described it differently.  That one could feel the individual eggs as they grew.

But he only had one.

“I… Did… Am I…”  There were so many things he tried and failed to ask.  He felt tears spring to his eyes, his heart thudding behind his shell.  “A-Am I failing already…?  Why don’t I have a clutch?  Am I defective?”  His thoughts were spiraling, and he couldn’t hear Life’s reassurances over them.

He must’ve done something to fail already.  Maybe eternity made him nearly barren.  Maybe his life as an Auditor did more damage than he thought.  Maybe… he wasn’t fit to carry eggs, something about him was wrong, that must’ve been it.

“Lovebug.”

All of his thoughts stuttered to a halt.  He hadn’t even realized his breathing was failing him.  His face felt wet.

He felt hands, warm hands, wind around him again.  He nearly sobbed in relief at their return, his whole body trembling.  “I-I’m sorry… I-I’m sorry I’m not a good carrier…”

“No, no Lovebug.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry I froze.  I was so startled by the news, I didn’t know what to think.  You didn’t do anything wrong, baby, nothing wrong.”

Scarab shook his head, sobbing into Prismo’s chest.  The Wishmaster hushed him, running gentle hands all around his body before one settled on his belly, just like before.

“We’re in this together, okay?  You know we are, Lovebug.  But you are not defective.  I would never think of you like that.  We’re going to take this one step at a time.  Whatever you think we need to do.”

Scarab didn’t move for a long time.  He let the fog settle over his brain as he tuned out the world around him.

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Scarab felt like a mess.  He wiped the tears away from his eyes as he took another cleansing breath.

“I wish I could hear you, little one…  I wish I knew I was making the right choices…”

He traced nonsense patterns onto the floor as he thought.

“You know what keeps me going?  Thinking about what you might emerge as.  I wonder what your wings may look like.  I hope you have your father’s kind soul.  I hope you have my focus.”

He had tried many times before this to picture his child.  He wondered if they’d stay pure red, like him.  Or if Prismo’s colors might bleed in somewhere.  But, no matter how he thought about it, the image would slip through his fingers, like water.  He sighed, rubbing his face.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, little one.  But… I hope you know, despite everything that may come to pass, I love you already.  You’re my little grub.  I can’t wait to meet you.  And… I hope you can forgive an old beetle for whatever… mistakes I may make.”

He didn’t see Prismo, watching from around the corner.  He didn’t see the Wishmaster’s worried, sad smile as he listened to Scarab’s little speech.

But Prismo saw the tears.  The worry lines etched into his partner’s brow and eyes.

“There is so much I want to teach you… I’ve been all around the multiverse.  I’ve seen things most can only imagine.  I hope to one day show it to you, even if only a fraction.  I look forward to the day we can fly together, through the void.  Even if you might not get it the first few tries, I’ll be there to catch you.  I wasn’t a strong flier myself when I was young.”

He smiled tiredly to himself as he imagined.

“I’m not sure if this is what Prismo meant when he said to talk to you.  I’m not sure if you can process the words I’m saying.  Or if just hearing my voice is enough.  I wonder if reading the dictionary would have the same effect.  None of this is natural for me…  But for you, I will try anyway, my little star.  So… if you can hear me, I’m not sure if you understand what I’m saying.  But… well, I hope you can understand this.”

Scarab began to chirp, slowly humming into a song.  It was a soft one, something relaxed to be carried by the air.  A mix of low rumbles, gentle chirps, and light whistling.  He felt his eyelids grow heavy, but onwards he persisted.

The Wishmaster slowly approached the beetle, sitting down quietly next to him.  He pulled Scarab into a warm embrace.

“Sleep, Lovebug.”

He shook his head.  “Have to watch…  Have to keep them safe…”

“You’ve done such a good job, baby…  But you need rest.  I’ll take over from here for now.  You can stay right here.  Just… please, sleep Scarab.”

Scarab still looked hesitant.

“Promise me… promise me you’ll wake me if something happens…”

“Of course.  Like I said, we’ll stay right here.  Get some rest, beautiful.”

The warm touches going up and down his back were certainly tempting.  His eyes felt so heavy.  His body trembled, finally giving up, leaning into Prismo’s chest.

“There we go.  Sleep now.  I’ll keep everything safe.  I’ll keep you both safe.”

Scarab let a pitiful chirp fall from his mouth before his eyes slid closed.  Yes, Prismo would hold down the fort…

As much as it overwhelmed him to think about raising a child alone, that was something to remember.

He wasn’t alone.

Not as long as he had Prismo.

[v3nusxsky]

Hi hope ur week is going well :)

this idea might be a little angsty but what if lesso and reader were in a relationship years ago and lesso broke readers heart (I mean like nasty, gut wrenching,female rage breakup). Then reader finds outs she’s pregnant but she can’t even be in the same room as lesso so she’s basically a single mom. Time skip a few years and readers kid is dropped at one of the schools and lesso finds out she has a kid. Completely open for a happy or bad ending 🫣 also I forgot to add earlier but totally lesso x ever reader😭

A piece of you

**Authors note~ angst angst and more angst. Self indulgent vent by using the words I've had said to me*

Trigger warnings~ breakup angst pregnancy

Prompt ~ see ask*^^^

"You were nothing to me but a convenience. I don't love you and I haven't for months now. You make everything a chore, bringing me down to your level. I don't want you. Nor will anyone else, truly broken and undeserving, have a nice life, ending it would do the world a favour." The harsh words rang through your brain on a loop. It was hard to imagine that your Leo, well she's not yours now, would say those horrid things. It had to be a nightmare right? You'd wake up soon and she'd hold you and whisper words of comfort and reassurance as you cried. Losing her meant losing you and that was terrifying. She was your first everything and to be told you meant nothing, just a notch on her bedpost hurt.

That's all you'd be to her now, a skeleton in her closet. But for you, she'd be the heartbreak you told your children of. A type of love so pure and innocent until touched by the devils hand. How you thought she'd be the one you'd marry as you comforted them through their first breakups. What made things even harder, was the fact you would always be left with a piece of her, the little test blinking positive on your lap. At least you wouldn't be alone, here and now you promised your unborn child that you'd never leave them.

For years it was just you and Delilah Faye, your gorgeous daughter who had unruly beautiful red hair and your eyes. The perfect mix of you and her other mother. She'd asked you of course, and you told her the tale when she was old enough to understand. You censored some of the harsh words, not wanting to pain an image of her mother just incase one day Lilah decided that she wanted to reach out. That soon was taken out of your hands when Delilah received her admission for the School of Good and Evil.

Naturally, she had Leonora's roots and ended up placed as a Never. Delilah was so sad about that, she wanted to be like her momma, but when she met the Dean things became clear. Her Dean was her other mother. It was almost as if they were looking in a mirror, the same unruly hair and tall slender frame. But seeming to have your eyes and nose and disposition. A perfect mix of the woman she let slip away all those years ago and herself. Now Leonora could feel a fraction of the pain you felt that night. The night she left you, hurt you in unimaginable ways. Guilt sinking like rocks in her stomach as she realised she'd missed out on so much of her own daughter's life, how would she ever form a bond with her now. When you'd done it all alone, thinking she hates you.

Lesso loved getting to know Delilah, she was truly magnificent, her skills unlike no other new Never student. You'd done an impeccable job raising her and truly she wished to be able to see you just one time and explain it all, apologise and grovel as much as needed to get you back in her life. What she would give to have that opportunity.

Due to the merger of the school and the close communication with other schools for the unique like Nevermore academy, the schools announced a parent's weekend, one rule in place being Nevers and Evers cannot kill one an other on this weekend. Delilah happily sent her invite off to you knowing you'd come to see her as long as you could. You'd only ever had each other and that created a beautiful bond between you both.

On the Friday parents we're beginning to arrive Leonora paced her office in panic. You'd be arriving, you hadn't seen one another since that horrid day. She felt a few stray tears falling, very unlike her usual put together self. The situation is extremely complicated and delicate and she knew she'd have to handle it right.

When the opportunity arose she pulled you into her office for a personal review on Delilah's progress. The only way you'd willingly go with her and she knew that. As soon as you two were alone, the Dean turned to face you, "Delilah is she ?" She trailed off watching as you nodded silently, tears trailing your cheeks, "she's yours yes" you confirmed with a sad smile. "All these years you've had a piece of me... and I had no clue and nothing of you but the memories of my vile words under Rafals control."

You sobbed at her words, "Leo" your voice cracked, "you said you didn't love me. Was, was that true?" You whimpered almost pathetically. "No my love, I've always loved you and I always will. Delilah is living proof of that darling" she murmured as you curled into yourself. The words making sense but the hurt still remains, Lesso continued to explain. "For two women to get pregnant darling you have to have true love, and that's something we have. I've missed you all these years and I'm so so sorry love."

You threw yourself into her arms. "Leo" you sobbed, "I missed you so much." "And I you sweetheart" she murmured, only to be interrupted by the door opening and your daughter stood in the doorway, watching the display. "Momma?" She murmured, "is the mama?" She whispered trying to not be obvious. "It is baby, go meet mama Lilah" you gestured to the woman who was holding you. "Hi sweetheart" lesso whispered as she crashed into you both. Here and now you had your little family, because you can't have happiness without a little rain just like you can't have a rainbow without some rain.

Word count~ 1101

[laurasimonsdaughter]

The only modern take on Leprechauns that I've seen was Mad Sweeny from American Gods (TV series) and I won't spoil it for you if you haven't seen it, but he has a episode "A prayer for Mad Sweeny" exploring his backstory and he really was portrayed more like a Fae, than what people think of Leprechauns today. What are your thoughts on it?

I haven't seen American Gods, but that use of the word leprechaun without actually including many of the characteristics that folklore attributes to leprechauns is exactly how they showed up in the kids' series "De Greizelklas" that I grew up loving. In that case they specifically let the "leprechaun" in question play a magic flute, live in a mound and accidentally trap people there by offering them snacks (hilarious). So they really made them act more like Aos Sí, and could have called them that instead.

I think this use of the name comes primarily from the fact that "leprechaun" is so well known. (I spent ages in Dublin looking for a shirt that said "the fairies made me do it" but they only ever had ones that said leprechaun.) The image and name are so widespread compared to other types of fae that it's a way to use a "foreign" word and still have people go "hey I know that!" But then the characteristics of the more general, less defined "fair folk" are much better for storytelling, so they end up mixing and matching at will.

That's not something I'm a big fan of. It's a bit of a pet peeve, but if you're going to choose a more specific name from folklore and then ignore the implications of that completely, why bother? (I must admit I'm guitly of it myself though, by calling Eele from the webcoming @thefishermansfavour a "merrow" without following the specific folklore, because "mermaid" was too gendered a term and "merfolk" sounded too modern.)

That being said it's a fine line between "ignoring folklore" and "fleshing out folklore to tell a modern story". Even more so because even in oral tradition details will differ from storyteller to storyteller and some may give explanations on the why and how of certain creatures that do not show up anywhere else. This explanation on leprechauns always being men, for example, I have never seen anywhere but in McAnnaly's Irish Wonders:

The Leprechawn is an old bachelor elf who successfully resists all efforts of scheming fairy mammas to marry him to young and beautiful fairies, persisting in single blessedness even in exile from his kind, being driven off as a punishment for his heterodoxy on matrimonial subjects. This is one explanation of the fact that Leprechawns are always seen alone, though other authorities make the Leprechawn solitary by preference, he having learned the hollowness of fairy friendship and the deceitfulness of fairy femininity, and left the society of his kind in disgust at its lack of sincerity. It must be admitted that the latter explanation seems the more reasonable, since whenever the Leprechawn has been captured and forced to engage in conversation with his captor he displayed conversational powers that showed an ability to please, and as woman kind, even among fairy circles, are, according to an Irish proverb, "aisily caught be an oily tongue," the presumption is against the expulsion of the Leprechawn and in favor of his voluntary retirement.

In the end I think that if you tell a story with love for the folkloric source material, it will always shine through. It's impossible to please everyone, but care an enthusiasm always show <3