#it's right next to the matchmaking office

[gay-otlc]

just seeing kink of the lost cities and it’s an incredible concept. there’s a building down in an alley in atlantis where you can hire an elf of a specific gender and ability and they’ll go to your house at whatever time you book and fuck you silly. and in the ideal elven world sex work isn’t looked down on btw it’s just like any other work because i said so

So true so true

[nonexistent-introvert]

Bad mood

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Content: fluff, jealous Miguel, the getting injured trope AGAIN, swearing. hobie and the gang messing around, lyla playing matchmaker

A/N: i got carried away oops. He may be off character im sorry but i really think this man needs some fluff.

   “What’s up with her?” Gwen asked, watching as you stomped through headquarters with a frown. “Everyone got their bad days,” Pavitr stated, chomping on his Spiderman 2099-themed burger. “Remind me not to get on her bad side.” Gwen watched as the other Spidermen scurried out of your way. “She could match up to Miguel's bad temper..”Peter stood with an amused smile with Mayday napping in the baby carrier he had on his front. 

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   You were not having it at all the entire week. You were busy enough with the missions you had and now, you still had to babysit a man-child. Now, you stood in said man-child’s office, watching his platform slowly descend while he kept his back facing towards you like he was in some cliche spy movie and was trying to hide his identity from you. You could almost picture him saying the iconic “I’ve been expecting you” and turned around. You rolled your eyes at the sight of him, your patience thinning with every passing second.

   “Hey! Perfect timing!” Lyla waved frantically from her side beside Miguel. Miguel grunted and groaned, waving Lyla away. Lyla popped up in front of your face and you instinctively took two steps back at how close she was to you. “Miguel’s not getting help- again.” Lyla rolled her eyes at the last word. Lyla popped up next to Miguel again, pointing at his side and the blood that was slowly dripping down from the gash. You could hear Miguel curse in Spanish and grunt before turning away from you further in an attempt to hide his injury. You simply closed your eyes, taking a few calming breaths. 

   “O’Hara. Go to the med-bay.” You stated in a low voice. “I’m fine, Lyla’s exaggerating-” Miguel stopped talking when his eyes met your figure. There was a menacing aura around you, one that Miguel will not admit scared him. “O’Hara” You warned and he shuddered slightly at the mention of his last name. You only used his last name when you were mad at him or trying to annoy him and he doubted it was the latter. You slammed the files you were holding onto the floor. “Lyla, make sure he doesn’t injure himself further. I’ll be back.” You simply said before waltzing right out of his office again. “Will do!” Lyla shouted after you. “Great! You pissed her off. Way to go Lyla!” Miguel said sarcastically as he sat down on the chair while his platform was still in the midst of descending. “Don’t push the blame, Miguel. It’s you she is mad at. I can’t believe you even managed to piss her off! She used to be all smiley and stuff and now she’s acting like you with the permanent scowl on her face.” Lyla nagged. 

   Miguel’s jaw dropped at your request when you returned. He stared at the wheelchair that you had just pushed into his office. “I can walk perfectly fine.” He insisted, trying his best to stand as straight as possible while holding the cloth to his side. “It was already a fucking miracle you didn’t bleed out while you waited for the stupid platform to descend. You still wanna tempt fate?” You asked, staring at the white cloth that you had brought him slowly turn into a crimson-red cloth. “I don’t- can’t you bring the supplies needed to treat me here? Or?” Miguel trailed off, noticing the glare on your face. 

   He sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat before he sat down begrudgingly onto the wheelchair. 

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   Miguel’s face burned in embarrassment while he sat in the wheelchair. His face was almost as red as the bloodied cloth that he was still holding to his side. Judgemental glances were passed around any of the rooms that he passed while you pushed him in the wheelchair. He did try to gauge your reaction but all he noticed was your very tight grip on his wheelchair and scowl on your face. Maybe Lyla was right, you were turning out to be a grump like him. 

   “Everyone saw that right?” Pavitr’s choked on the fries he was eating, as he watched you push an injured Miguel on a wheelchair. “I- I don’t think I can take him seriously again.” Gwen found it hilarious to see Miguel in a wheelchair acting like a pouty child that had just been scolded but it was also combined with the shock and disbelief of seeing the usual stoic leader sitting in a wheelchair. “Heh, I knew he was scared of her,” Peter remarked. Pavitr and Gwen turned to look at Peter, “Hey, when she’s angry, she’s a force to be reckoned with.” He spoke in experience although Peter will never tell anyone what he did to piss you off. For now, he could only pray that Miguel doesn’t get burned in the flames of your anger.     “I’ll help!” A medic immediately came forward when you entered the med bay. Miguel stared intently at you, you sighed, he had only came on one condition. That you were the one to patch him up, you couldn’t even wash your hands off Miguel O’Hara if you wanted to. “No.” You simply said before pushing him off to a private ward. 

   “Lie down.” You instructed. Miguel did as you told, turning his head so he can watch you put on the gloves and your usual white lab coat you wore when you helped out in the med-bay. 

“Dizziness, anything yet?” You asked, the anger in your tone has simmered but is not fully gone. He recognized the tone, it was a professional tone of a doctor. “Um no-?” He frowned, “I already told you- I’m fine-” Miguel stopped again when you took the bloodied cloth from him and his suit immediately covered his skin back up. “Remove the fucking projection O’hara.” You cursed, taking the resources you needed. “You know I’m-” “Just the top.” You answered, pinching the bridge of your nose. Miguel’s suit slowly revealed his skin to you and you had to take a breath. You always forgot that he literally had muscles that seemed to be sculpted by a skilled clay artist. 

  You heartlessly sprayed the alcohol into his wound to sanitize it. Miguel’s muscles tightened as he groaned, arching his back ever so slightly at the burn. “You weren’t gonna give me a heads up?” He gritted out through clenched teeth. “I thought you would prefer to get it over with.” You stated plainly, hiding the intention that you wanted to get back at him for acting like a child.”Can’t you be more gentle?” He complained when you did your work. You gave him an annoyed look, “I could knock you out.” You suggested. “That may help.” He looked over to you, trying his best to hold back his pained grunts. “I will actually knock you out with my hands to get a few moments of silence.” Miguel remained silent as his fists clenched by his side. 

   Your fingers traced against one of his old injuries, staring at the abomination of messily done stitches you were sure Miguel stubbornly did on himself. “Fucking hell.” You cursed out loud. “I ran out of drugs” He replied sheepishly, the drug he relied on to help him close the wound instead of stitching a would hold traditionally. “You didn’t think to- I don’t know, visit the Med-bay? In the very headquarters, you set up?” You asked sarcastically.

  “It turned out fine,” Miguel argued. “Yeah? And you’re already on the verge of ripping the stitches out yourself.” You snarked. “I don’t even want to know how you managed to angle yourself to stitch this up” Your head pounded with a headache while you redid his stitches. 

  Miguel O’Hara was a constant headache you couldn’t get rid of. 

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   When Miguel finally got back to the comfort of his office. He sighed in relief having argued with you about resting in his office instead of the Medbay. “Lyla!” You called out, Miguel still in the wheelchair in front of you. “Yes!” She appeared before you, chuckling at the sight of Miguel. “No missions for two weeks. And make sure he’s in bed by 10pm” you instructed. Miguel clicked his tongue in annoyance as he climbed back into his office chair while Lyla reassured you that she will keep a close eye on Miguel and will inform you if he misbehaved. 

   When you turned to leave, he held onto your wrist. His grip was firm but not tight enough to hurt you. He suddenly soothed the crease in between your eyebrows when you frowned. You looked at him in disbelief. What the hell is he up to now? “You look prettier without the frown.” He simply said with a soft look. “Are the drugs kicking in?” You asked, still taken aback at his sudden actions. Miguel cursed internally at himself, did he just attempt to flirt? He was way too rusty when it came to this.  

   “Are you mad at me?” He asked with a soft tone. You closed your eyes, “Just-rest, and leave me alone.” You sighed. “Are you mad at me?” He repeated again, this time with the usual authority in his voice. The tone he used with the other Spidermen. You looked up at him, he didn’t scare you anymore. 

   “Are you blushing?” You pointed out the pink tint on his cheeks. His eyes widened, “Vasodilation is common when you’re injured no?” He made up an excuse. Miguel smirked lightly when he saw the ends of your lips quirk up slightly. “Sure…” you said, not pushing him further. Even if he wished you did. 

   “Big boss!” Miguel groaned at Hobie’s voice. 

   You naturally smiled at Hobie as you returned the two-finger sauté he gave to you in greeting. Miguel noticed it of course, how easily your frown went away when you saw Hobie. “Oh, you left your jumper at my place dear.” Hobie reminded while you walked out. “Shit man, I’ll swing around soon for it. It’s my favorite.” You laughed. Hobie grinned, “I know it is. Even took the liberty to wash it for ya.” 

   When you left, let’s just say Hobie got the brunt of Miguel’s temper. 

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   “Miguel!” You called out to him upon entering his office. “Yes, I am not moving around Lyla,” Miguel replied mindlessly. You laughed, in a much better mood than last week. “I’m glad to hear that Miguel!” Miguel’s head turned at record speed, his eyes widening at the sight of you, and how the usual smile you always had seemed to have made its way back onto your face, replacing the frown that you wore last week. 

   Miguel, he missed hearing his name fall from your lips. Miguel turned in his seat, “Are you feeling better?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” He chuckled lightly, pressing on the screens before him. “I’m fine. Like I have always told you.” He replied, his eyes scanning your frame.

   Miguel noticed the jumper you wore over your spider suit. He also knew that it was the jumper you always wore, and it may just be the jumper that Hobie mentioned last week. “Why the long face?Mad that you’re stuck indoors?” You asked with a teasing grin. Miguel let out a huff, “You need to focus on the missions.” He stated sternly. “Am I not?” You frowned, you were pretty sure you were on track on your missions. Miguel simply shot you a glance over his broad shoulders, “I don’t think any of the missions require you to go to Hobie’s dimension does it?” He questioned with his eyebrows raised in suspicion. “What I do in between missions is none of your business Miguel.” You folded your arms over your chest in defense. Miguel tried his best to pretend that those words didn’t bruise him by busying himself with the orange screens in front of him. 

  “Is that jealousy I sense?” Lyla popped out of thin air, teasing Miguel.

 “There’s no rule stating that a Spiderman aren’t allowed to go over to other spidermen dimensions right?” 

   “I thought it was an unspoken rule,” Miguel replied, he knew about how many of the spidermen tend to travel to other dimensions for the fun of it. He understood that his headquarters served as a place of social hangout for the Spidermen and that many of them have formed friendships with each other, meaning that they spent time together in different dimensions outside of missions. He couldn’t bring himself to make it a strict rule that traveling to different dimensions was prohibited. However, it was known to be heavily discouraged and that spidermen would take responsibility for any consequences. 

   “I’m sorry.” you apologized, pushing yourself off the wall you were leaning on. Miguel closed his eyes, trying to erase the guilt he felt upon seeing the look on your face. You approached him upon seeing that his platform has finally descended. A smirk tugged on your lips as you pulled the wheelchair that was on the platform in front of his chair. 

   “I made sure he will only move around in that wheelchair and that was enough to keep him in here.” Lyla proudly announced. You bit back a smile at the pink tint across Miguel's cheeks. “I don’t think they will ever get over it.” You laughed, the cafeteria still buzzed with the news upon seeing their boss in a wheelchair. 

   Miguel was wearing a black t-shirt instead of his usual suit. Miguel naturally lifted up his black shirt for you. “It looks good.” You simply commented, trying your best to not blush at the sight of his body. “It better be.” Miguel snarled. “Then I guess I’m off work early today!” You celebrated, grinning as you pulled his shirt down, your fingertips gracing his muscles ever so slightly. 

   A look of disappointment flashed across Miguel’s face. You didn’t notice but Lyla did. “Just ask her already.” Lyla rolled her eyes. “Ask me what?” You immediately asked, A curious glint in your eye. Miguel waved his hands frantically trying to shoo Lyla away. “Nothing.” He says. 

  Lyla groans as she appears on the other side of Miguel. “He’s been dying to find out “ Miguel swatted her hologram away, “Are you and Hobie a thing?” Lyla finally forced out. Miguel’s shoulders slumped in defeat while silence filled the office. 

   The silence only filled the office for a few moments that lasted way too long in Miguel’s opinion before you burst into laughter. “Me and Hobie?-” Miguel has never felt more embarrassed than now as you kept on laughing at the fact that Miguel thought that Hobie and you were dating. “It’s none of my business.” Miguel cleared his throat. “Why did you even think that?” You questioned, trying your best to hold back your laughter. “Well, he makes you smile and laugh.” 

  “Miguel, I laugh and smile at anything.” You deadpanned. “He just seems to be able to make you happy even when you’re down,” Miguel stated plainly. “You know? Because you smiled at Hobie despite being grumpy the whole of last week?” Lyla reminded, getting impatient with the pace of the conversation. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you realised what Miguel meant. “Oh, that’s because I was mad at you and not him.” You said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “So I was right, you were mad at me.” You nodded. “Can I finally know why?” Miguel’s eyes were boring into yours. You leaned back against the wheelchair, turning your head as you sighed. 

   “Because I was fucking worried Miguel.” You rubbed your nose with your knuckles. It was a nervous habit of yours. “You were getting injured left and right and then you work non-stop to finish up on the reports. To make matters worse, you even head out for more missions afterward and refuse to let anyone help you. You’re not a fucking machine Miguel, you need the rest.” Miguel’s eyes widened, he never knew that his unhealthy work habits were noticed by you. He kept quiet until you finally met his eyes. “I’m sorry cariño.” Miguel muttered, “I didn’t mean to make you worried.” He says while his hand gently caresses your knee. 

   A mischievous glint lit up in his eyes. “No, no. I don’t know what you’re thinking but no.” You immediately recognized that look in his eyes. He chuckled lightly, glancing over to Lyla for moral support. Lyla jumped with poms-poms in her hands, egging him on like a cheerleader. “I’ll rest even better and for a longer period of time. Under one condition.” He proposed. You raised your eyebrows at him in question. 

   “You go out on a date with me.” There, he finally asked you out. 

    Your eyes widened and your hand immediately went to cover your face in an attempt to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks. The wheelchair you were sitting on slowly rolled backward in your shock. Miguel chuckled, stopping the wheelchair right before it rolls away from him. “You can’t leave me hanging like this cariño.” 

   “Stop with the cariño, I can’t think properly when you call me that.” You answered flusteredly. Miguel smirked, “And why is that?” You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face so badly. 

    “Fine, Ok! I’ll go out with you!” You shouted, standing up abruptly from the wheelchair. Your ears were turning red from how flustered you were. The sound of fireworks filled the office thanks to Lyla while you walked out. Miguel trying his best to not laugh at how flustered you were. “See you at 8pm this evening!” He shouted after you just as you walked out in utter embarrassment. 

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Bonus: "Miguel will kill you." Gwen stated. The group was gathered around a picture that Hobie was holding, a picture of Miguel O'hara himself pouting while sitting in a wheelchair. "He won't" Hobie shrugged confidently. "Not when the photo is taken by" Hobie gestures to you, bouncing on your feet nervously while you waited for your coffee to be served. "They went on a date?" Peter exclaimed in surprise, Hobie gave him a confirming nod.

"Who on earth started this," Miguel sighed, getting more and more irritated by the second while staring at the noticeboard that was in the cafeteria. You simply laughed at the title. "What is big boss up to this week?" Below it was pictures of Miguel in a wheelchair, him sitting in his office in comfortable clothes and the last picture was a picture of him in a formal western suit with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. The same bouquet that was in a flower pot in your house now.

[her-favorite]

COLLEAGUES

Luke Cooper x F!Reader

Summary: You and Luke always tried to convince yourselves that you hated each other, but once you both come to your senses.. things heat up..

Warnings: SMUT!!

a/n: the office is and has been one of my fav shows so I'm really happy to be able to write about it 🤭, i made luke really sweet to the reader bc I can

wc: 3938

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"You think they did it?" Meredith took another bite of her sandwich, looking over at you and Luke by the shelves in the annex. Everyone sat in the break room, eating their lunch.

Angela scoffed at the question, rolling her eyes and picking at her salad. There were many hums across the room.

"Totally! Do you see the way he looks at her butt?"

"Kevin!" They all groan, looking away from the man. He threw his hands up, ready to defend himself.

"They totally have. I mean, have you seen the way they look at each other?" Phyllis ignores the man next to her, looking back at you two.

"The way who looks at who?" Michael walks in, putting his hands in his pockets. He had a smile on his face, ready to hear the drama.

"No one!" Pam quickly declines, shaking her head and looking back down at her food. She always knew that you had to stop Michael before he could start.

"If one of you doesn't tell me, I will start screaming." He threatens, giving a look to everyone.

"Y/N and Luke." Phyllis answers fast, not wanting to deal with her managers ridiculous antics. All of the employees sighed once they saw Michael's face light up. "Michael please don't.."

"I hired them! Matchmaker!" He points his thumbs to himself, smiling wide and looking at the camera.

"Michael, they're not together. It's just gossip." Pam tries to explain, looking at her husband to try and back her up.

"Yeah, it's just talk." Jim agrees, nodding his head.

Michael turns his head around, looking at the two together. They stood close together, the personal space rule being broken. You both were looking through files, occasionally talking or mumbling something none of the others could hear.

"Look at them, though! They're in kissing distance!" He pointed at them, many of the others hissing at him to put his finger away because of how obvious it was. He quickly shushed them, rolling his eyes.

"Michael, just please don't make this a big deal."

-

"Hey, Y/N." You jumped slightly as you heard your bosses voice beside your ear. You looked to your right, Michael Scott's face staring back at you.

"Yes, Michael?" You sighed, leaning back in your chair. Your desk was out in the main area, but near the back. There had been an extra desk by Creed (despite the crazy amount of protest by you and the others) and Michael decided that it was fine for you since no one was there. Thankfully, Creed was always too busy by writing down his thoughts on Google Docs and eating mung beans to pay enough attention to you.

"So," He dragged out the vowel, moving up to lean against your desk. He looked at the camera, his lips puckered then back at you. You took a quick glance at the camera lens as well, confused about what this whole situation was about.

"You and Luke, huh?" He smirked, nudging his shoulder forward into the air. You furrowed your eyebrows, crossing your arms against your chest.

"What about me and Luke?" You ask, genuinely confused on what he was questioning. He sighed, sitting up slightly.

"You know.." He looked at the wall, trying to think of the right words. "You two are together." He said, more as a statement than a question.

"What?" You laughed. "No. No, definitely not." You shook your head, chuckles escaping your lips. You sat up, leaning forward on your elbows that rested on your arm chairs.

"Wha.. What?" He freezes, staring at you.

"Did you think that we were.. a thing?" Your face showed your honesty, your eyes wandering around the rest of the room. The others that worked in the room were watching your conversation, only some looking away when you made eye contact with them. "You guys thought that I would date him?" You get up from your chair, looking around.

"I mean.. we see the way you guys look at each other." Phyllis defends, playing with her pen. "That's how Bob and I looked at each other before we were together." She smiled, looking at Stanley who rolled his eyes.

"What? We hate each other. Don't you see how annoying he is? He can't even do his job!" Your arms were  accentuating your disbelief.

"Hey! That's my nephew!" Michael pointed at you, but stood back a little when he mumbled, "Yeah.. I guess you're right. But, hey!" His voice lowered again.

"She is right, Michael. Luke hasn't done anything we've asked of him." Dwight gets up and walks behind him. "Every time we ask him to send something to a client or the post office, he says he'll do it later and we end up finding it in the trunk of his car. Which is way too slow, by the way." He looks at the camera, his hands on his hips. "You want a fast car if you're going to try and catch an animal. The tactic is.."

"Dwight. Dwight!" Michael waves him off, watching you walk off into the kitchen. "Great job, Dwight!"

"You were the one that interrogated her!" He exclaims, throwing his hands up to his sides.

"Why don't we just leave it alone? Let them just work?" Jim suggests, leaning back in his chair and pointing at them with the pen that was in his hand.

Michael scoffed and Dwight made the same sound right after his boss did.

"Yeah, right, Jim. Let two assistants live their own lives and do their own work." He put his hands on his hips and made a face at the camera.

"Yes, do that." Jim mumbled to the camera, shaking his head and looking back at the paper on his desk.

-

"Hey, Y/N/N." Luke walked into the kitchen through the annex door, smirking at you.

"Don't call me that." You reply sharply, pouring your water into the white mug on the counter.

It was true that you hated Luke Cooper.. at least that was what you told yourself. You weren't as new as him, having been here for around a year. You've gotten used to Michael's antics and the crazy stuff that goes down at the office, but you weren't expecting a new addition any time soon. Especially when you found out it was your bosses nephew.

You should've known that he was going to be trouble.

"Why not, Y/N/N?" He came up beside you, resting his frame against the counter that you were facing towards. His irritating smirk overtook your mind, aggravating you even more.

"What do you want, Luke? Don't you have a job to do?" You gave him a look and walked around him to put the pitcher away and back into the fridge. Before you could make your way back, you stood in front if Luke who took your mug in his hands.

"Nope. But thanks for the drink, babe!" He smiles at you and sends you a wink, taking a sip of your water and walking back into the annex.

You stood still for a moment, before letting out an annoyed groan and running your hands through your hair. You walked fast towards the door that lead outside, your pace showing your irritation.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Pam called out, but you were already out the door.

Dwight looked towards the camera, "Lovers quarrel."

-

"Luke? Wha.. Why do people keep asking me about him?" You ask the camera crew, standing outside. The sun was shining right in tour eyes, your hand trying to cover the brightness. You sigh, looking around to make sure no one was around to talk to the camera.

"He gets on my last nerve. He was hired just because Michael wanted to see his nephew for the first time in 15 years. We didn't need another person." You shook your head. "I was doing all the work before, but now that there's two of us, both of us should be splitting it up; I shouldn't being doing the work for two people." You held up your fingers, thrusting them towards the camera lens, making sure they knew how mad you were.

-

"Y/N? She's fine, I guess." Luke sat at his chair in the annex, leaning back and letting his hands link together lazily in front of him.

"She says that you purposely annoy her."

Luke laughs, throwing his head back. "Of course she says that. She also says she hates me, but we all know that's not true. She only says that because I don't do any work. And get the coffee orders wrong... And steal a lot of her stuff." He pauses for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

"But, I mean, yeah, she's fine, I guess."

-

You let out a heavy exhale as you sat at the little table in the kitchen, picking at your food. You had a book to your right, but it was long forgotten once you started to zone out.

"Hey, Y/N!" You look up once you hear Pams cheery voice. You smile at her, watching her pour some coffee for herself.

"Hey, Pam." You end up shutting the book completely as she walks over and sits near you. "What's up?" You pick up a grape with your fork and eat it.

"Uh, I wanted to apologize for everyone in the office. I know everyone's been acting weird around you and Luke, it's ridiculous." She starts to explain.

"It is! I don't understand what's going on? Why does everyone think we're together?" You ask on rapid fire, desperately trying to figure out what was happening around the office. Your eyes showed your confusion, Pam could see and sense it.

"You know how much this office loves drama," she sends a look your way, you nodding in agreement. "And I'm sorry you had to be the main subject of it. If it makes you feel any better, Jim and I totally believe you, so you have two of us on your side." She consoles, sending a soft smile your way. Your mood brightens a little, sending one back.

As soon as you opened your mouth to thank her, the door squeaked open again. "Oh, hey!" Michaels voice echoed off the walls of the small room. The both of you sighed, deciding to look away from the man and down at the table or at each other. "Girls talk! What're we talking about?" He quickly walks over and sits across from you with a wide smile on his face. The camera followed right after him (without the knowledge of you, it was recording the whole other conversation with Pam as well).

"Michael.." Pam started, but he cut her off.

"Come on, tell me!" He put his hands down on the table. "Oh, I know." He sends a smirk to the camera then at you. "This is about you and my nephew!" You sigh at his words, debating your next move. "Okay, listen, since you are dating a Scott relative, I need to give you the run down, young lady." He tries to sound series, but ends up laughing and glancing at the camera again. "You are definitely Luke's type. I mean, I can only imagine the sex-"

"Michael." Pam cuts him off, watching you walk away and out of the room.

"What? I didn't say anything?" He defends himself, now watching Pam walk out as well.

"Guess they aren't getting any."

-

"Luke, can I talk to you?" Michael asks, putting his hands on his hips. Luke was standing by your desk, clearly bothering you. You had a certain look on your face, showing your indignation.

He looks over at his uncle, taking a quick glance at you before getting up and grudgingly walking towards him. Michael leaned out of the way and his open palm pointing towards his office. Luke gives him a glare, but walks in and lazily takes a seat in the chair across from the desk.

"So, my dear nephew," Michael sits down in his chair, fixing his tie so it didn't sit on his desk. He folds his arms on the dark wood. He stares at him for a while with a smile on his face, taking quick looks at the camera.

"What?" Luke snaps, his patience running thin. If he was being honest, he would rather be annoying you by your desk then be talking to his uncle.

"So.. I heard from the grapevine that you and little ol' Y/N were together." He says, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"What? We're not together. Who told you that?" He shook his head, sitting up slightly. He did hear about all the talk around the office, but he pretended he didn't. He wasn't really sure how to react to it. He never thought of you in a way more than a frenemy. He always knew you were beautiful as soon as he walked through the office door, but he never told you that. He didn't really think much of his feelings towards you, any time he saw you he knew that he had to bother you some way. Maybe it was just his instinct, but maybe it was because it was his only way of trying to talk to you.

"I, well, uh.." Michael smacked his lips, looking off into the distance, grimacing. He rested his hand on his lips, trying to think of something.

-

"I am a master at improv. I've took it for years, I know what I'm doing." Michael sassed at the camera."

-

"Well.. Luke! Wait!" He stood up from his chair as he watched his nephew walk out of the room. Ever the drama queen, Luke ran into the annex, going straight for the break room. He groaned, rubbing his face with his hands. He say down at one of the empty chairs, putting his head in his hands.

Did he have feelings for you? The more he thought about it the more scared he got. He annoyed you because he never truly knew how to talk to you. He didn't have a problem giving people attitude, everyone knew that. But something about you made him nervous. There was no way you could like him back now.

"You okay?" His head shot up from his hands, looking at you. You stood there, leaning against the doorframe. Your question was genuine, something that surprised Luke.

"Uh, yeah. Just a little.. confused?" He tried to explain, but couldn't find the right words. He watched you walk over to him, pulling out the chair across from him and sitting down. The camera outside of the room zoomed in and out from both of you.

You let out a long sigh. "I know that we never really got off on the wrong foot. I guess I was just upset that Michael thought that I wasn't very good at my job since he had to hire another assistant to do the same job as me." You rung your hands together, a nervous habit Luke seemed to pick up on. "If I'm being honest.. I'm sorry that I treated you like that. I never meant to be rude to you, especially with the fact you're my bosses nephew." You both let out a light chuckle. You took another deep breath, "But I never really thought of you in another way than the man that was hired by his uncle." You admitted. "I never meant to cause you any harm, truly. But I never had such strong feelings for someone before." You confessed, looking at your hands, avoiding his stare. "I always tried to convince myself that I hated you, but it was never really true. At least not until now. I know you can be a pain in the ass since you never do your job," You both laugh again, making eyes contact. "But if I don't tell you now, then I probably never will." You go to leave, but you felt his hand on yours, stopping you.

Luke looked at your eyes, noticing all of the emotions in them. "I never considered it until now. I mean, I knew you were pretty, but the thought of us never crossed my mind before today. And I've realized how happy it makes me. And I know I'm an asshole and I'm mean, but I never meant to hurt you if I did. If I'm being honest with you, you mean more to me than any of these asshats in this office." You let out a chuckle, squeezing his hand.

"Can I do something stupid?"

"Depends what you mean."

Luke leaned across the table, cupping your cheek with his hand. He hesitated for a moment, before pressing his lips against yours. You didn't waste a second to kiss back, your hand reaching back to cup the back of his head and tug at his curls.

Once you break away for air, you're both smiling. It was almost as if you were knew what you wanted as you both got up from your seats and connecting your lips again. He took your hips in his hands leading you out of the room and pushing you into an empty closet. He slammed the door behind you, never taking his lips off of yours. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, your mouth immediately granting him access.

"You're so beautiful." Luke whispered against your lips, making you smile. He pressed his lips against yours again, fumbling for the hem of your shirt. You broke apart and lifted your arms up to help him take it off. He threw it on the floor, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hair tickled you, but his cold hands on your body made you shiver. His hand cupped your bra covered breast, kneading the skin. You quietly moaned, arching your back in his hand. He sucked on the skin, biting and licking at it to leave a deep mark.

"Luke," You breathe out, your hands trying to work on his belt and the buttons on his shirt. He undid his tie, his lips hovering over yours. You helped him throw his shirt on the floor, both of your lips only ever breaking apart to take in an inhale of air.

It wasn't exactly necessary to rid both of yourself of your clothing, but you both needed it. Neither of you could deny it.

You helped him out of his pants and vice versa. His fingers grazed over your panties, stimulating your clit through the damp fabric. He pulled them down, bringing his fingers back and groaning. "You're so fucking wet." His voice sounded deeper in your ear, making you shiver. Your hands braced yourself on his shoulders, occasionally digging your nails into his soft skin.

He pushed a finger inside you, your head leaning against the wall behind you and your mouth opening in pleasure. He added another finger, curling them and letting out a strangled breath every time you moaned.

When he pulled away, you sounded in protest, but quickly shut your mouth when you felt his tip against you, scared to be too loud.

Once he pushed inside, you both groaned, your nails carving crescent moons into his shoulders. His beautiful brown eyes pierced into yours, your left hand moving up to brush into the nape of his hair. He leaned down to kiss you, quickly adding his tongue. His groan was muffled by your lips when you tugged at his curls.

His hand reached down to grab your thigh and hooking it around his hip. It have him a better angle, thrusting harder inside you, pace becoming faster as you both felt knots form in your stomachs.

"God, Y/N. You feel so- fuck- good." He whimpered against your lips, both of your chests heaving together. You felt his hand move up your body, squeezing your boob. His thumb and forefinger twisted your nipple, your mouth opening in a silent plea. Your body erupts in chills when his cold hand moved down your body again to press against your clit.

"Fuck- Luke!" You moan, your mouth not being able to stop your sounds. He groaned again, your name rolling off his tongue. His nails scratched into the skin on your thigh, knowing it would leave marks. "I'm gonna cum." You almost want to scream it, your back arching, basking in the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

"Me too. Cum for me Y/N." His thumb pressed harder on your clit, rubbing rougher circles. You clenched, the knot inside you breaking. You came with a shout, your hand immediately reaching up to cup your mouth to silence it.

Luke came shortly after with another groan of your name, his face hiding in your neck. His nose rubbed against the newly formed hickey on your skin. You both breathed heavily, your chests touching while you tried to catch your breath.

"I really like you, Luke." You whisper, the hand that was still in his hair was twisting his curls with your fingers. "I don't want this to be a passing thing." You confess, looking at the closet wall.

You felt him move, looking up at him. He had a smile on his face, leaning down to kiss you. "I really like you too. I'd also really like it if you would let me take you out on a date." He mumbled, his thumbs rubbing your cheekbones. You both smiled wide, your kiss telling him you accepted.

Once you both were done, you put your clothes back on and you tried to fix your hair with the help of Luke's compliments. Luke didn't even try to hide anything, his already wrinkly shirt even worse than usual, as well as his unbrushed hair.

He opened the door, letting you walk out in front of him. He closed the door behind him, smacking your ass, then walking away with a smirk. He sent you a wink, opening the door to the kitchen, knowing you'd have to follow him out to your desk either way.

Your face felt hot as you followed his steps, watching him pour a drink in his mug. He leaned his back against the counter, one hand resting on the hard surface. He watched you from behind the mug, noticing the way you freeze when you look out the window of the door that leads out into the main office.

Everyone stood outside of the door, looking into the small room. Kevin and Meredith had a smirk on his face, Angela the opposite, others with suggestive expressions.

"Good luck out there, babe." He teased, slapping your ass again, which you quickly glared at him for. He sent another wink your way, before going back into the annex to sit at his desk.

You looked back at the door, taking a deep breath trying to compose yourself. You knew that you were about to be bombarded with questions and statements.

You took quick steps towards it, twisting the doorknob, attempting to move the door open, the others moving out of the way. You headed straight for your desk, taking a seat and picking up your pen and looking between your computer and the papers.

"I called it!"

[doobea]

♡‧₊˚ i got my eyes on you ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ ─ MILESTONE MASTERLIST

HI EVERYONE!! I hope everyone is excited to this milestone event hehe! It ended up being 10 reqs in total and I just wanna send everyone a HUGE thank you again for sticking with me throughout the months on this crazy site hehe. I tried to keep most of the tropes relevant to the original requests but I added my own ideas/flare to some of them!! any of the ✰'s you see are added hehe

For those who are out of the loop, please refer to this OG post about the event! Anyways, I hope you guys look forward to this!! I've been dying to write some new ideas hehe

COMING SOON:

OF THREADS AND RIBBONS ─ MEGUMI F.

synopsis: you can see the red strings of fate holding people together, but no one is allowed to know that. that fact didn't stop you from using your knowledge to nudge soulmates together. of course, this led to you getting a reputation as the class matchmaker, which isn't an issue until your soulmate, Megumi Fushiguro, asks you to set him up with someone else.

tropes: soulmate AU, college AU

ALWAYS BE MY MAYBE ─ MEGUMI F.

synopsis: upon graduating and landing your first job outside of college, you soon realize that being in your twenties suck. outside of working nine hours everyday, setting time for the gym, and making shitty home cooked meals, you have a new stressor joining your team on monday - your ex.

tropes: second chances, office romance

NOT LIKE GOLD IN YOUR DREAMS ─ SUKUNA R.

synopsis: your tycoon family has done you the favor of finding the 'perfect' bachelor, aiming to strengthen their connections and net worth. and who is your future husband? cold, brash, and down right dangerous. he is the definition of devastation poured and disguised in a suit.

tropes: arranged marriage, slow burn, billionaire!sukuna ✰

BUT YOU'RE A MASTERPIECE ─ SATORU G.

synopsis: when your friends urge you to take up a new hobby, you decide on figure drawing. you convince yourself that it'll be a good way to make friends, to let your hands and mind run loose for three hours, and maybe you'll find the passion for art again. what you didn't expect is to fall in love with your nude model.

tropes: slow burn, model/artist AU ✰

NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS ─ SATORU G.

synopsis: the last thing you'd expect after moving to raccoon city is a zombie outbreak. but good thing you have a hot police officer to look after you, right?

tropes: zombie AU, christmas AU, police officer!gojo ✰, resident evil AU ✰

YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MISTER GOJO ─ SATORU G.

synopsis: satoru gojo is spoiled and arrogant. he's also the next in line to inherit his family's fortune. his father sends him far away in a small town for a week in hopes that he'll 'change' for the better. instead of the usual five-starred hilton hotels, he stays at a local inn and starts to befriend the owner's daughter.

tropes: small town romance, christmas au, golden retriever x black cat

SPITTIN' OUT LIKE LISTERINE ─ RIN I.

synopsis: sae is great at a lot of things, his brother... not so much. when sae calls you up to tutor rin for his upcoming exams the first thought should've been 'yeah, sounds like easy money' rather than 'why does it look like he wants to kill me right now'.

tropes: best friend's brother, forced proximity, tutor!reader ✰

FROM NEW YORK, WITH LOVE ─ RIN I.

synopsis: new york city is always depicted as the place to be, known for its big hopes and even bigger dreams. but when you and rin reunite, after being apart for two years, you're both surrounded by broken promises and empty wishes. maybe coming here was a mistake after all. because exs can't just be friends, right?

tropes: second chance, hurt/comfort, college AU

NEW GAME PLUS ─ RIN I.

synopsis: ranked number three on the top streaming platform, twitch, rin hides his secret identity pretty well for a college student. during the day, he's studying non-stop and, when night comes, he's getting headshots left and right while yelling into comms. he absolutely hates losing, which is why you're on his shit list - AKA the second top streamer and the second best sniper in all of asia. so what does rin do when he finds out that you're suddenly his new project partner?

tropes: esport AU, rivals to lovers, college AU, overwatch ✰ (i picked this game bc i know a lot of it lol i hope you don't mind)

ICE, ICE, BABY ─ YOICHI I.

synopsis: you don't do spontaneous and you hate it when things don't align with your routine. so when the school's hockey team messes up their rink and has to settle with the figure skating one, you'll do everything in your power to make sure you'll reach the nationals - even if it means distracting the hockey team's star player.

tropes: hockey player!isagi, figure skater!reader ✰, enemies to lovers

© 2023 DOOBEA. do not copy any of my writing and translate/repost.

[storiesofsvu]

Decadent Desires Ch 5

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, alcohol, sexually charged conversation, smut, oral, sex toys/strap ons, nothing too crazy this time, some minor kink talk

Over the course of the next week you noticed that Emily was slipping into her sugar mommy role quite well. An extra ten dollars in your Venmo for coffee and a pastry one day, a few good morning texts, wishing for you to have a good day, take out delivered to your office on the day you mentioned forgetting to grab your lunch. The meals or snacks seemed to be the biggest ones, she knew you worked insane hours and were likely working into the evenings most of the time as well, checking that you were still at the office before she would have something sent over.

You were in your office late Wednesday afternoon, finally finishing up the extra workload when there was a brief knock on your door.

“Yeah?” You called out, glancing up from your laptop to find Heather entering the office with a potted bouquet in her hands.

“Jaydyn dropped this off to my office this morning, I just got around to reading the card.” Placing it down on a side table she swiped the card, “and considering I’m the instigator, these are not for me.” She extended it out to you and you flipped it around.

‘St Regis. 8pm, Friday.                                E.’

“You better not be planning to keep me late Friday.” You commented, tucking the card into your agenda.

“What’re we going to do with her?” Heather asked with a huff, dropping into one of the chairs across from your desk and your brow furrowed.

“Emily?”

“No, Jaydyn.” She glanced toward you, “she’s messed up four times this week alone. Can you take care of her?”

“I’m not HR Heather…” you warned, “do it yourself.”

“If I sort it before Monday, you’re going to have to take on the press conference with Sharp.” She countered and you rolled your eyes, tossing an eraser in her direction.

“I’ll draw up the termination paperwork but that’s as far as I go.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, “I would certainly hate all the deliveries you’ve gotten to go to waste.”

You let out a soft sigh, glancing up to the flowers, “about that… I’m sorry. I’ll tell her not at work from now on.”

“Oh by all means don’t let me stop you. Just make sure to lock your door if you’re fucking in your office.”

“Heather!” You groaned, feeling your cheeks burning.

“Oh please.” She smirked, “so… how was it?”

“What?” You looked up from your laptop, turning your attention to the other woman.

“Sweetheart, you know I have a standing reservation at The Conrad.”

“Ohhh… that explains the bondage straps under the bed.” You teased, “and here I was thinking that was a progressive new amenity.”

“How was the date?”

“It was fine, good.”

“Fine? Come on, I’m trying to help you out here. What’s the issue? She’s got money, she’s gorgeous, I enjoy her company, and I don’t know why but there’s an air about her that says she’s fantastic in the bedroom and lord knows you’re pent up enough you need to get laid.”

“Gee… I wonder why that might be.” You replied dryly and she laughed.

“All I’m saying is I saw two of my friends struggling with the same issue and figured I should put them in contact.”

“You really should think about financing a sugar matchmaker.” You noted, “and the date was good. She got called into work, I think she’s out in Nevada right now chasing down some psychopath.”

“Shame.” She replied with a breath, standing from her chair, “I was hoping for the dirty details.” She shot you a wink before turning to head to the door.

“Couldn’t if I wanted to, signed an NDA.” You lied, though you were quickly caught in it as she called over her shoulder.

“I know for a fact you didn’t, who do you think drew up her paperwork?”

“Fuck.” You muttered, letting out a huff of a laugh and shaking your head as the other woman left the room and you were finally able to return back to your work.

When Friday finally rolled around Heather was quick to kick you out of the office well before your usual finishing time, once again suggesting a few specific clothing options for you to wear that night. After showering you were flicking through your closet and realized she was right, pulling out a tighter plum cocktail dress to slip into. You poured a glass of wine while you redid your make up to help calm any last minute nerves and called an Uber shortly before eight o’clock.

The St Regis had a stunningly gorgeous lobby and even though the room was rather busy considering it was Friday, you spotted Emily fairly quickly. She was settled into one of the couches, very fitted dress pants and a stylish navy top, her hair loose around her shoulders. As you made your way over to her she glanced up, catching your eye as a smile crept onto her lips.

“You weren’t kidding about your punctuality.” She greeted, standing from the couch and you chuckled.

“Last I heard, it was incredibly rude to keep a gorgeous woman waiting.” You replied, stepping forward to kiss her cheek as she did the same to you. Her hand lingered on your side, sweeping across to your lower back as she fell in step beside you, nudging you in the direction of the restaurant.

“I’m glad I was on time then.” Emily half teased and you let out a small laugh.

“Even if I tried I couldn’t have been late, I’ve been thinking about this dinner all day.”

“You’re telling me.” She nearly groaned, “I’ve been surviving off shitty hotel room service and small town take out all week.”

“I’m going to assume that’s all very limited.”

“Egg bagels for breakfast, bologna sandwiches at the precinct and burgers every night. I am more than ready for a change.”

“It sounds like you definitely deserve the treat then.”

Emily’s hand slipped off your back as you approached the check in stand at Alhambra, giving the host a friendly greeting before they led you to your table. A cozy little corner of the restaurant, settled up against the window was the perfect place, just far enough away from the bulk of the crowd you wouldn’t have to worry about eavesdroppers. It didn’t take long to decide on a bottle of red to share and you settled in, exploring the menu while you caught up with each other after the long week.

There was a slight sense of eagerness mixed with a hint of nerves floating around the table, the desire to skip the meal entirely and head directly upstairs sitting in the back of your minds. That desire was nearly too strong and partially won when Emily suggested skipping straight to the entrée course and you were quick to agree that nothing on the appetizer menu was really jumping out to you. When your server came back to check on the table and pour out wine for the two of you, dinner was ordered, menus taken away and after a few sips of wine you could finally start to focus on each other.

“Thank you, for the flowers by the way.” You smiled softly over the rim of your glass, “they’re gorgeous.”

“I should have asked about sending them to your work.” She replied, an apology written across her face, “I didn’t realize until it was too late that I didn’t have your home address.”

“It’s fine.” You replied with a shrug and a grin, “besides, gives the office something to gossip about, right?”

“I guess that’s right.” She laughed softly, “I’m a little surprised I managed to not get called out for being on my phone so much this week.”

“You’re the boss,” you offered, “you’re probably on your phone all the time already. Nothing new for a team of profilers.”

“I guess. And I’m not complaining, there is something exciting about having a secret.”

“There most certainly is.” You replied, a near hungry look in your eye that made Emily’s pulse pick up, heat beginning to build through her body, “even more so when it’s a dirty secret.”

She cocked a brow in your direction, her voice lowering, “that so? Are you a dirty girl?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see, won’t you?” You replied with a smirk, taking another sip of wine, “I can assure you; I’ll be good no matter what.”

“I would hate to have to punish you.” She fired back and you felt a tingle shoot through your body.

“Hmm.. part of me thinks you’d rather enjoy that.”

She took the chance to turn your own words back on you, “you’ll just have to wait and see about that.”

“Good thing I’m patient then.”

While the sentiment was normally true, it certainly wasn’t tonight. Luckily, Emily’s patience was also wearing thinner by the moment, neither of you finishing your meals and very quickly turning down the chance to even see a dessert menu.

By the time you got into the elevator your heart was racing, sparks flying through your body at the feeling of Emily’s fingertips drawing patterns on your back as she stepped impossibly close to you. You could feel the heat from her body wafting onto yours and your breath caught in your throat. The doors slid open, letting the other couple out before they slid shut again, leaving you alone and you could feel her breath on the back of your neck before she spoke.

“You are going to be a good girl for me, right?”

“Mmhmm.” You nodded, gulping at the feeling of her fingers tracing higher on your back, now tickling at your bare skin.

“Good.” She murmured, her fingers squeezing softly at the back of your neck before they slid into your hair, her free hand grasping your hip as she turned you in her arms, swiftly backing you into the wall of the elevator and her lips captured yours in a kiss.

While she had been showing some signs of uncertainty when it came to navigating this particular type of situation, it was suddenly very clear that she knew exactly what she was doing when it came to the more intimate side of things. Only a second after her hands were on you, her lips gliding against yours and you were complete putty in her hands.

Your hands easily looped around her shoulders, pulling her tighter to you as your lips moved with grace against each other. Emily slotted a leg between yours, knee against the wall right as her tongue slid across your lips, urging them to part and you quickly obliged. Her tongue swept into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss, hips rocking toward her and she ground you down onto her thigh. You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper into the kiss, one that morphed into a needy whine as the elevator dinged and Emily suddenly stepped away from you, her hand grabbing yours to quickly lead you down the hallway.

“Thought you were patient.” She teased with a gleam in her eye and you only had enough time to let out a huff of a laugh before you were inside the suite. “Cause now you’re sounding like a needy girl.”

“Maybe if someone wasn’t such a tease.” You shot back and she chuckled darkly, stepping toward you, gently pinching your chin as she titled your face up towards her.

“For someone who wants to cut to the chase so badly, you certainly are overdressed.” Her fingers slipped into the straps of your dress, nudging them over your shoulders, “how about we get this off?”

Your hands reached behind your back, tugging the zipper down before pushing the dress down to your feet, stepping out of it along with your heels. You watched with hungry eyes as Emily’s fingers swiftly undid her blouse, dropping it behind her before she stepped back to you, her hands cascading across your skin.

“Such a pretty girl in pretty lace.” She husked, her fingers trailing over the waistband of your panties before surging upward and tracing the pattern of the lace covering the cups. Your breath caught in your throat when her fingers brushed over your nipples and her lips curved up into a grin, groping your chest and successfully pulling a moan from you. “Let me see these gorgeous tits.”

You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor, heat prickling beneath your skin at the feeling of Emily’s gaze on you. Her hands returned to your body, caressing your exposed chest, fingers pinching gently at your nipples, eagerly watching your reactions. She stepped forward, lips meeting yours in a lazy kiss while your hands wrapped around her, un doing her bra so you could mimic her movements. She let out a soft moan into the kiss and your hands sunk south, groping at her ass, rolling her hips toward you as you slotted a leg between hers.

Emily barely pulled away from the kiss to scold you, “uh-uh princess. Or did you forget that tonight was about me fucking you into next week?”

“Fuck…” you muttered and she laughed softly, nudging you backwards toward the bed.

“Now get rid of those panties and lie back.”

While you dropped onto the bed, fingertips slipping into the waistband of your underwear to tug them down your legs, Emily took the time to rid herself of her pants and slid the hair tie off her wrist, loosely pulling her hair back before she crawled over you on the bed. She kissed you again, her tongue surging into your mouth as you let out a soft groan at the feel of her hands back playing with your tits. Your back arched off the bed when she pinched your nipples, harder than the first time.

“Oh god..” Your head dropped back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut and she took advantage of your exposed neck.

Her lips trailed down it, pausing briefly to nip at your sensitive skin, wondering if she should mark you or not. Instead she licked across your collarbone before sucking a nipple into her mouth and you moaned, your fingers weaving into her hair the best they could. This time her teeth did scrape across your skin and you whimpered, heat tingling from where her mouth was on your body down all the way between your legs. It didn’t take long before Emily’s lips had traced their way down your body and her hands were on your thighs, spreading them wide to make room for herself. Her thumb swept through your folds, briefly pressing on your clit and you moaned, pussy fluttering around nothing.

“Such a pretty girl.” She cooed before shifting forward, repeating the motion but this time using her tongue and you couldn’t help but let out a gasp.

“Fuck!”

Her lips wrapped around your lower ones, tongue drawing patterns across your cunt as she began to eat you out. She eagerly accepted your hand tangled in her hair, urging her closer to your pussy, her tongue slipping in as far as she could, lapping at the juices that were starting to leak out. She groaned over your taste, grinding down against the mattress as her fingers dug into the skin of your thighs. The taste of you on her tongue and the way your thighs were already trembling under her touch was enough to drive her wild and she was certain she would never get over it. Knowing that you were this turned on already and that she had this effect on you had her pussy throbbing, dampening her panties as she continued to lick at your cunt. Her nose bumped against your clit and you whined, your hips rocking up towards her,

“More…” you begged and she smirked, her tongue lapping through your folds before it flicked at your clit and you whimpered.

“You like that?” She asked, her tongue flicking your clit again and you shuddered, nodding. “you want your pretty clit sucked?” She flattened her tongue, slowly dragging it across your swollen nub and you groaned, your fingers tightening in her hair.

“Yes! Please!”

“Such a good girl.” She praised, “I guess good girls do get rewarded.”

Her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth and you let out a very satisfied moan, eyes scrunching shut as her tongue traced patterns around it. Emily brought her hand up, two finger tips sliding up and down your folds, teasing you, coating them in your wetness before she slid them into your pussy.

“Fuck… Emily…” Your pussy fluttered around her fingers, pleasure surging through you as the fire prickled just under your skin.

She had an expertise at what she was doing, you could tell, and it never took long for her to follow her instincts, read your body language and reactions. It felt like she had barely started touching you and you were already panting, a shimmer of sweat glistening over your body as her fingers began to pump inside your cunt. She popped off your clit, blowing cool air on it and you shivered, your hand clawing at the bedspread as your pussy pulsed around her fingers. With her mouth back on you her fingers began to curl to find that extra sensitive spot within you and she found it faster than she expected. You could feel the smirk of her lips as you cried out.

“Oh god… yes!” You whined when her finger tips hit it again, “right there.”

Emily sucked harder on your clit as her fingers brushed your g-spot again, pressing harder and longer with each thrust of her hand. Feeling the way your thighs were squeezing around her, the way your hips jolted up off the bed with each pump of her fingers she knew you had to be close, your pussy clenching down around her as she picked up the speed. It didn’t take long at all before you were moaning loudly, pleasure shooting through your veins, bursting from your body and your juices were dribbling down her hand. Your body shook, a whine escaping your lips and she pulled away from you slightly, her fingers slowing as they fucked you through your orgasm.

Once you had mostly come back down to earth her fingers slipped from you and she sucked them clean before crawling up your body, kissing you breathless. Your hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her closer to you as your tongue danced with hers, groaning over the taste of you in her mouth.

“Roll over.” She murmured, lips brushing against yours as she swatted at your hip.

You eagerly rolled to your stomach, the bed dipping as she slid off it and you watched her wander to a chair, digging through a small duffle until she pulled out the strap and a bottle of lube. Your eyes darkened as she stepped into it, adjusting the toy and you popped up to your hands and knees, presenting yourself to her.

She sauntered back over to the bed, climbing on behind you and her hands ghosted up your thighs, spreading your cheeks so she could get a look at your cunt, glistening in the low light of the room, smeared with your juices.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She praised, her hand gently slapping against it and you let out a breathy whine, your eyes fluttering shut as your rocked back towards the touch. “Oh?” She raised a brow, “you like that, hm? Like being spanked?” This time her hand swatted at your ass and you let out a low moan.

“Yes..”

“I’ll have to remember that.” She cracked open the bottle of lube, smearing it across the dildo, “but for now… do you want my cock?” She nudged the head of it against your pussy and you whined, “want me to stretch out this pretty pussy?”

“Please!” You cried out, hands grasping at the bedspread as you felt yourself pulse over nothing.

Emily chuckled softly, her hands coming to rest on your hips as her cock sunk inch by inch into your pussy and you let out a satisfied groan when her hips collided with yours, cock deep in your cunt. She pulled out until just the tip was left inside you and thrusted her hips sharply, pulling a throaty gasp from you. Pausing for a moment while she was buried deep she circled her hips and you let out a satisfied sigh, your body rocking back toward her and she knew she was in the clear, you had no issue being fucked that hard.

“Take me so well princess.” She murmured, a hand rubbing up your back before she thrust deeply back into you and you groaned again.

Emily then set a steady pace, her cock plunging into you with each thrust, your body rocking forward and following her movement back, eager for more. Each pump of her hips you could feel the ridges of the toy dragging through your walls, hitting every spot you needed them to, your pussy fluttering harder and harder around it. Emily’s lips curved up into a grin at the sight of her cock coated in more of your juices each time she pulled it out, that you had gone from moaning to only being able to whimper and whine as she fucked you harder. Her hand slid up your back, leaving goosebumps in its path before she tangled into your hair, tugging at the roots and you let out a gasp, your pussy clenching down around her cock.

“Fuck…” You managed out between moans, fire burning through your entire body as she fucked deeper into you.

The hand Emily had in your hair pulled harder, yanking you up flush to her and your breath struggled through your throat before coming out as a gasping moan, feeling her mouth in the crook of your neck again.  Her free hand wrapped around your body, easily finding your clit, beginning to rub at it in time with her thrusts.

“Such a good girl.” She husked into your ear, “such pretty sounds.” Her teeth nipped at your earlobe, “come for me princess, I know you’re close.”

Her fingers pressed harder on your clit, rubbing faster as she continued to fuck you, your bodies slick with sweat, the room filled with a cacophony of your moans, wetness and skin meeting skin. Emily’s cock hit a spot inside you and you cried out, your hand wrapping around her wrist in an attempt to ground yourself as she fucked you even harder, pulling you over the ledge for you to come tumbling down as your orgasm flooded over you. Your juices coated her cock, dripping down your thighs as your body trembled in her arms before she let you collapse down onto the mattress and she slowed her thrusts.

“Jesus Christ.” You whimpered, voice muffled by the sheets as your body shook, pleasure shooting all the way from the tips of your fingers down to your toes as a second wind waved over your body.

Behind you Emily chuckled darkly, slowing her thrusts until she was completely stilled, still inside you and she leant over your body, leaving a trail of soft kisses down your spine before she slipped out of you. You let out a small whine at the loss of feeling so full, the ache already setting in between your legs as she shifted off the bed to slip out of the strap, leaving it to be dealt with later.

“You okay?” She asked softly, her hand ghosting up your back as she crawled back onto the bed and you let out a happy hum.

“Absolutely perfect.” You shifted slightly, shoving the mussed up blankets so you could at least slip half beneath them as Emily settled on the bed, her arm winding around you, urging you to curl into her side.

Her hand continued to rub soothing patterns into your back as you finally managed to catch your breath, a dopey smile on your cheeks as you rested on her chest. She wordlessly reached out to the remote, turning on the television and flicking through the channels until something caught her interest and you let out a hum to convey your interest. It wasn’t much longer past that point that your stomach let out a low grumble and she laughed quietly.

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Maybe we shouldn’t have rushed through dinner so fast.” You laughed, shifting to prop yourself up on your elbow, “they have a room service menu?”

She leaned over, shuffling through the nightstand before returning with one, flipping it open and passing it to you, “pick whatever you want. I’ve got a bottle of wine in the fridge.”

It didn’t take long for you to call down to place an order in while Emily disappeared into the bathroom before grabbing the wine and some plastic cups, returning to the bed before you did the same. Fifteen minutes later you had an order of spinach dip, potstickers, and a very self indulgent plate of chicken strips for yourself spread out across the bed along with glasses of wine. You were mainly paying attention to the television, but the conversation was still peppered through as time went by, laughing over jokes and getting to know each other on a different level. Once the food was finished, Emily encouraged you to get cozy, that you were obviously welcome to stay the night and you took full advantage of that, stretching out in the luxury bed. She did mention it was likely she would have to take off before she wanted to the next morning, but she wouldn’t wake you, that she wanted you to stay as long as you wanted.

Both of you wanted to stay up later, but the six a.m. wake up that morning was catching up with you by the time midnight rolled around, yawns being passed back and fourth before you were snuggling into the pillows and Emily finally flicked off the tv.

The sound of your phone pinging woke you up in the morning, sun streaming across the warm bed and you let out a yawn, stretching out your deliciously sore body as you did so. Glancing around the suite you assumed Emily had left earlier and that thought was confirmed when you glanced to the bedside table, an envelope propped up against the lamp. You picked it up, finding her writing scrawled across the back of it.

‘Clear your schedule for next Saturday. I’ll text you more info later, but for now, take this and buy yourself something nice.’

Holding the envelope up to the window you could tell she had left you a credit card to do some shopping with and a happy smile broke out on your lips. When you picked up your phone you discovered that it was a Venmo notification that had woken you up, two hundred dollars sent from Emily.

Letting out a happy sigh you dropped back into the plush pillows, you certainly weren’t going to complain about spending your weekends like this from now on.

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[izuke-the-zombie]

Just some Fem ShadowPeach AU ideas 🍑🥭

I was in the mood for some fun FemMacaque and FemWukong ideas. I don't have any Aus of them, not my best idea but I thought it was kind of funny.

Here's a little info about it in case anyone was interested

Macaque works for a company it's an office job, just sitting and doing work all day filing papers and answering calls. typical office job stuff.

She was working here way before she met MK. MK's never been to her actual home, the dojo was just the place she works out and trained at so she didn't have to go to an actual gym.

Mac rents a one-bedroom apartment on the very top of a building somewhere, it's cheap cuz it's smaller than other rooms in the building, but she found a closed-off apartment room right next to her built-in kitchen pantry by accident, so she has two apartments to herself. she has the biggest room now in the whole Building. (Yay mac)✨

She couldn't find an apartment anywhere near her job so she uses magic to get to work and uses the bus to get back home.

One day Wukong finds out she has a job while at home being bored when MK didn't have training that day and decides to prank call Some Humans for fun, it so happens it's the office place mac works at, she recognized mac voice and quickly hangs up.

Monkey Queen was immediately suspicious of why she had a job when she can just stay in FFM! that maybe it could be a scheme of some sort (and maybe secretly relieved that she was safe and mac still stayed in the city but would never admit it.) she looks up the company she works at, she calls MK to help her find out what Mac could be scheming.

MK knows she has a job just doesn't know where she works, he doesn't like bothering her too much cuz she looks tired sometimes.

Mk's tired of monkey Queen dragging him to sneak around mac offers monkey Queen a better solution, getting close to Mac by helping Mac out and offering to pick her up after work, bring her some vegetables and fruits from her FFM Mountain to save up some on groceries so on so forth just helping out a mac. She begrudgingly agrees.

Mac doesn't use glamor she uses magical items to glamor up so she doesn't waste too much Magic on it, it's her earrings.

Monkey Queen pulls pranks on their coworkers Mac complains about, how they pile their work on her and leave too early how they're just overly unhelpful and never do their work, and how they just gossip all day long. Just annoying coworkers!

MK suggests to Mac to offer monkey Queen to come around during her lunch break and offer to make her a boxed lunch too and just hang out since she's been so helpful. She decides that she could do that, just as a thank you for everything she's done for her. She hesitantly agrees.

MK and Mei plan to make them get along or become a couple they haven't decided on which one yet.🐲🐵 mischievous matchmakers.

Bonus

🎵Don't be suspicious, don't be suspicious,🎶

[addicted-to-dc]

Jekyll/Hyde - Taskforce 141 x Reader

Okay, didn't like the first fic I wrote so here's this one instead lmao. Still figuring out team dynamics... but I can't wait to explore moreeee.

Tags for those who encouraged me to write this. Thank you!!! @greeniegreengreen @aeilani @poetslastdeath (Thanks for the writing prompt!! Imma go crazier with it soon)

Content Warnings: Typical CoD violence, ptsd, reader is going to be unhinged (even more so in the next chapters).

“She’s not a good fit.” You were waiting for the line; another iteration of the same denial you’ve encountered everywhere you go. “It’s all solo work, can she even work with a team?”

Your throat burns at the statement. Despite the stabbing pain with each demeaning sentence, you can’t help but continue eavesdropping. Your file has lies written on nearly every page, all the ‘solo missions’ redacted and sealed so tightly even you couldn’t read them.

“John.”

Laswell is too kind to you, too stubborn, somehow seeing right through your heavily defended psyche. Playing matchmaker with the 141 is a mistake. These men don’t need you. You’re disposable, belonging nowhere yet everywhere. They already have a psychotic on the team, the position has been filled since the damned taskforce was created.

“Ignore the files, look at her.” The fucking PowerPoint. It’s like you’re a mutt she’s trying to adopt off. As if a photo of you would convince them to accept. You’re a liability. It won’t be long until you’re sent off on another suicide mission, doomed to survive and repeat the process over again. Laswell sighs. “She’s never been assigned a solo mission.”

“Lone survivor?” Says a new voice. The Scottish accent tells you it’s one of the sergeants, Mr. Mohawk. “Sounds familiar, eh, Ghost?”

There’s no response, a barely discernable grunt takes the place of an answer. Then this ‘Ghost’ speaks: “Jekyll and Hyde?”

“She’s a completely different person on the field. Jekyll specializes in intelligence, sabotage, and infiltration. A screw loose, yes, but Hyde…” You don’t belong here. They know it. You know it. It seems like Laswell is the only one out of the loop, but you will never doubt her stubbornness. Your stomach drops. “Hyde is unstoppable. She flips that switch… you have a wildcard that will turn the tide.”

Maybe you should just leave. Maybe you should take up Graves’ offer. He’d gladly take you, but you’re not sure what’s holding you back from finally pulling the trigger… you should really work on your wording.

“She’s survived alone for so long; she needs a team that can survive WITH her.”

You eye the window, admiring the view of the forested area that claims most of the land. This building is commercial, an office building repurposed for government use… and it seems they forgot to lock the window. It slides open with ease, and the 2-story drop is nothing. You’ve fallen from deadlier heights.

“JEKYLL!” You don’t bother turning around, Laswell’s voice ushering you to make a break for it into the forest.

Turning around, you salute them, sarcastically of course, and bolt into the forest as the group rips their own window open. Serves them right for talking shit when you can clearly hear everything. Your eyes flick around, spotting a sturdy enough tree to climb up. The forest is old, old enough to be your perfect personal playground. It’s been a while since you’ve been in one. It screams “HOME!” in your brain, but you shove that thought down. That home is across the world, your claim etched into the tops of the trees.

It’s not difficult to climb into a spot, it’s nearly as easy as breathing. The ambience of the forest is enough to take away the pain in your chest, the wind grounding you with its bite. Sighing, you slump against the bark and look upwards. The clouds look extra poofy today. A great contrast against the bright blue sky.

You close your eyes. It’s as if you’re there, survival being the only goal in your mind. Nothing weighing you down…

“Jekyll!”

You look down, disappointed that they found you already. War never changes and peace never lasts, including your own. Captain John Price glowers at you from below. You’re starting to feel a bit better, especially since this perspective is too damn hilarious. What a little, angry dude.

Ignoring the man, you slowly move from branch to branch. Running won’t solve anything, they chased you for a reason. Laswell did this on purpose. The revelation makes you freeze. Scowling, you whip around to face the men. “Look, I don’t appreciate Laswell meddling with my shit either, but mention anything about my teams again and I’ll cut your fucking tongues out.”

“Fair.”

Your eyes flick to Ghost, the darkest thing in the forest. It’s almost as if darkness clings to him. You could easily disappear, this forest is vast, yes, but it would be a walk in the park to a nearby town compared to your previous unsavory experiences. You know this, but it seems Ghost knows too. He’s tense, watching you closely for any tells. It’s funny, you’re doing the same thing. Great minds think alike.

“How’d you like the PowerPoint?” you lean against a branch, scratching a scar on your chin. “Was it the maroon or grey themed one?”

Silence, but then an answer from one of the sergeants, Mr. Mohawk. “Grey.”

You frown, allowing yourself to swing to a lower branch. “Funny, she said she changed it. Liar.”

“Laswell a liar?”

“All of you are liars,” you immediately throw back, sizing up all the men. “To others… to yourselves.”

“And you’re not a liar?” The other sergeant asks. Curious man, a seeker of truth. His determination is difficult to ignore, a sense of justice that could rival yours. Good. There’s not many left in this world. He shall henceforth be Sunshine.

You smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Lies kill in our line of business, even the small ones, Sergeant. Not my weapon of choice. Now, are you rejecting me or not?”

“No.”

Now that’s interesting. You descend a few more branches. “Why?”

“The PowerPoint.”

You scoff, landing softly onto the forest floor. It takes only a few steps to close the distance. Hesitance invades your mind. This group will be different. You’ll just have to place your trust in Laswell and her mysterious ways. “Next mission?”

“Not much to go on, we’re waiting on Laswell for intel.”

Nodding, you glance at the team. “You going to bother introducing yourselves? Don’t bother, big boy, I already know who you are.”

Ghost looks like a challenge, very throwable. Maybe you’ll get a chance in the field. The Sergeants exchange glances. Aren’t they cute.

“Too late, you’re Mr. Mohawk and Sunshine now,” you state, adjusting your vest and walking away. “Give me 24 hours, Price.”

And with that, you leave the men alone to focus on your favorite task… digging for intel.

“Jekyll.”

You halt in your steps, turning around. “Yes, Captain?”

He steps forward. “You’re 141, we work as a team. You haven’t lost us yet.”

The pain returns, the ringing in your ears reaching a crescendo despite the forest’s calming aura. Blood, so much blood, gasps for breath and- Your jaw tightens, any more pressure and you’re sure you’ll shatter them. “Conference room 2.”

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Thanks for reading! I really want to you (the reader lol) to pitch in and decide where to go! I think a little choose your own adventure would be cool. I'll start it up within the next chapter or two. I'm so exciteddd to write again. I hope my writing muscles aren't too decayed XD

If anyone has suggestions, do not hesitate to comment! I need more unhinged mutuals on here pls

[ilovehugslikealotalot]

Everything to Me

sum: Leonora seems to have gained interest in a certain Ever Professor

based on: the song She by Dodie

WARNINGS: fluff, slight hint of angst, forbidden love, happy ending!, soft!lesso, mentions of jealousy, Dovey being a little matchmaker :), gentle!reader, shy!reader

(Not proof read)

Lesso watched as the Princess she walked into the dining hall, every morning, she’s show up on time always looking flawless. Sometimes a Pep in her step appeared when she’d walk in after a night out with a suitor, though, they never seemed to work out, much to Lesso’s delight.

Am I allowed to look at her like that? Could it be wrong when she's just so nice to look at

Leonora smiled at the Princess as she sat next to her with her plate filled with pancakes and other breakfast foods. Leonora found herself looking at her with a softness and adoration would’ve surely confused the head Master as to why he placed the Dean into the School For Evil.

The Redhead enjoyed watching her smile and snort at jokes made at the table. She was the most prim and properly Princess but, In Lesso’s eyes, she was surely the most gorgeous. She wondered how a woman could look so ethereal and authentic at the same time.

After breakfast with the staff, Lesso and Y/n had a ritual of going on a morning walk, slowly making their way through the garden. Their arms linked as they took in the sight of sweet Magnolia’s and the warm gaze of the sun.

Leonora swore that she could smell the Lemongrass from where she stood, but knew it was from the woman next to her who still complained about wanting to take a nap. “Ooh! Remember when we took a photo here, it was so peaceful with the stars just sparkling above us” She exclaimed, sitting on the stone bench with that bright grin on her face, “I do remember, Princess, I still have the polaroid in my office if you’d ever like to see it.”

And she smells like lemongrass and sleep She tastes like apple juice and peach Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture

——

Clarissa made Leonora stay behind at a meeting that evening, nothing how the woman had been spending so much time with the Princess. She could sense the pure love radiating from the two. No one could deny what was happening, not even the headmaster. “You must tell her how you feel, Leonora! You need to tell her before it’s too late!” The golden haired woman exclaimed, flailing her arms about knowing that Lesso would lose the girl sooner or later if she didn’t make a move.

“There’s nothing to tell her, Clarissa..” She whispered lowly, knowing that if she did confess she’s ruin y/n’s chance at a happliy ever after. She couldn’t take that away from her, no she couldn’t do that.

Afterall, Lesso was a Never and Y/n was an Ever. It was forbidden, no way they could pass the trial by tale, right?

I'd never tell No I'd never say a word

Clarissa pouted with a huff before exiting the room most likely plotting some other scheme, but Leonora was okay, admiring the other woman across the room even if it was for a moment. She enjoyed watching her hair perfectly fall on her shoulders and cascading down her back. Her warm and lovable smile, that laugh that was inviting. Not to mention her face was nothing less of perfection.

Lesso was comfortable, standing next to her while she greeted her students with a smile, which they returned and shyed away once they noticed the intimidating Dean next to her. They were fools not to see what they had, everyone did, even the more up tight Evers.

Though, the uneasy feeling in Lesso’s stomach never changed when she saw Y/n talking with an Ever prince that seemed to take a liking to her. Everytime her concerns were proved wrong, that was because y/n never liked any of them she said.

And oh it aches But it feels oddly good to hurt

———

“Leo! Leo! Look at what I found in the garden!” Y/n exclaimed, carefully holding something in her soft hands, as she stopped in front of the redhead, she smiled brightly holding out the delicate flower. It looked as tough as it did peaceful. “Hm, Black Dahlia, my favorite, you remembered?” Leonora smiled subtly, taking the flower in her own hands and admiring it.

“Of course I did! How could I forget my favorite person’s favorite flower?” Y/n felt a blush creep onto her cheeks, the ache in her neck from looking up at Lesso, seemed to disappear. The woman infront of her held back a wide grin, “You are very thoughtful, princess” she complimented, running her thumb on the Ever professor’s chin. Gathering what ever courage she had left and kissed her forehead.

“Thank you, sweet thing”

Even though, y/n y/l/n would always love Leonora Lesso but she could never verbalize it. As for Leonora, she would never feel the warmth of love from the person she truly loved. And that was true Evil.

So there they were again, another gala another night that they longed for each other. Stolen glances and subtle flirting seemed to tempt even the Headmaster into matchmaking the two.

and I'll be okay Admiring from afar

As the night fell, the more people retired to their respective rooms. Lesso was left to walk y/n back, the moon and stars lighting the way. It seemed like it was only last night that it was y/n’s first day teaching at The School for Good. They walked hand in hand as the Castle sat in the darkness the lights inside now putting the moon to shame. Lesso wished this was forever, she never allowed herself rk think that way especially about things people that aren’t hers. But for now, she allowed herself to think about it even for a moment. Cause even when she's next to me We could not be more far apart

”That was nice, I always enjoy our time together!” She beamed, any traces of sleepiness leaving her. “I do too, sweet girl”

They stood their for a few minutes sitting in comforting silence, “Now that I think of it, I don’t want you walking in that cold. You’ll stay with me” Y/n stated, pulling her in by the jacket sleeve, “Woah, I haven’t even asked you out yet” Leo joked, chuckling to herself, though, y/n’s remained still her face now shying from Lesso’s gaze. “Don’t go all turtle on me now, Princess” she cooed, pulling her closer on for the Professor to tuck her face in Lesso’s jacket.

“Why haven’t you asked me out yet, Leo?” Y/n seriously questioned, looking up at the redhead with tears. It now came as a realization to the Dean that her preception of reality was not the same as y/n’s. “I‘ve dropped countless hints, I followed Dovey’s advice, I did everything I could think of! Do you not like me? Are you just leading me on?” She asked, already sniffling from the anticipation of the answer.

“What? No!” Lesso responded, clutching the Princess close, “No, you don’t like me?” Y/n let out a sob that could’ve woken up half of the castle if Lesso hadn’t shut her mouth. “I mean that I’m not leading you on, Yes, of course I like you, I think I might…love you” Lesso confessed, a weight leaving her shoulders as she held her close.

“I love you, Leonora Lesso” y/n choked out, pulling Lesso down for a long awaited kiss, “I love you most, y/n y/l/n”

Yes she means everything to me She means everything to me.

Lesso would feel the Love of the one she truly wanted and this time it meant a Happily Ever After for both of them.

[coffeeandbatboys]

AHHHHH CONGRATS ON 300! I know about 3 or 4 songs from your playlist and I, at first, was stuck between where my rosemary goes (i have suddenly blankets the first part of the title my dad would be unimpressed haha!) and my girl, but then! IN THE DEPTHS! I FOUND IT! Can't Take My Eyes Off You nd I'm going to ask for Rex or Fives! Whichever one works the best when you start writing it <3 @eternal-transcience

I'm gonna go with Rex because someone also requested Fives with this song (I'll tag you in it). You get the Gloria ver. and other can have Frankie Valli.

Warnings: Ahsoka and Jesse are a warning. Rex has a major crush on you. Ritzy Amidala Gala (hey that rhymes)

Can't Take My Eyes Off You (Rex x Fem!Reader)

Music sparkled through the air as Senators and military officers milled around the room, sharing war stories and talking politics.

One man stood out to you.

Captain Rex was dressed in a neat set of gray dress uniforms, stalking around the edge of the crowded room as if looking for someone. You nearly choked on your drink because maker, he'd never looked so put together before. You'd always found him attractive, even when you became friends, but damn, this was new.

Your heart pounded when he locked eyes on you. You could swear that his jaw fell open, but your thoughts were interrupted by someone speaking next to you.

Ahsoka called your name for a third time, waving an orange hand in front of your face. You snapped out of your trance and cleared your throat.

"Commander 'Soka! You look amazing!" You gasped. She wore a sparkling maroon dress, similar to the color of her Jedi clothing.

The togruta frowned and tilted her head to the side. "So do you." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously and followed where you'd been staring before they blew wide and she gasped.

"Oh force...you like him!"

"Be quiet!" You hissed, almost clapping a hand over her mouth. "Yes. No! Well…maybe?”

A terrifyingly mischievous smile crossed her face and she bounded off into the crowd. You knew she wouldn't do something to get you in trouble, but you didn't like where this was going.

-

A little while later you heard voices behind you, so you turned only to find Jesse practically hauling Rex towards the outdoor balcony and Ahsoka making a beeline for you.

You gave the commander an accusatory look, but she grabbed your arm anyways, dragging you around the swarm of people until you were on the same balcony.

"Good luck!" She whispered, then shoved you outside and shut the door. Dumbfounded you looked to see Rex standing in the corner.

“Sorry, about…that.” You said, turning to leave.

He caught your hand.

“Don’t go.” Rex murmured. “You…you look beautiful.”

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks.

“You look quite nice yourself.” You countered.

It was his turn to blush. “Thanks. Would you, ah, like to dance?”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

He placed a hand on your waist and took one of yours in his other, then swayed to the gentle melody flowing outside from the gala.

“I guess Jesse and Ahsoka wanted to play matchmaker tonight.” You blurted, unable to stop yourself.

Something, you couldn’t tell what, flickered on his face.

“I suppose it’s pretty unethical for…”

“—a communications officer to fall in love with her captain?” You finished.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “It doesn’t make it wrong, though.”

Hope swelled in your chest as he tilted his head forward. You hadn’t realized how close your lips were until the moment.

“Then why don’t we make it right?” You whispered right as his lips met yours.

The kiss wasn’t rough or needy. It was tender and slow; driven only by love. His arms tightened around you and pulled you closer. Butterflies swirled in your stomach.

A blissful smile graced his features when you pulled away.

“Do you think anyone would miss us if we continued this elsewhere?” You asked.

He took your hand once again as his smile grew.

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

[respectthepetty]

Old Fashion (Colored) Cupcake

It's easy to get tied up in the magic that is Old Fashion Cupcake, so it can be difficult to notice all the colors. That's right! Nozue and Togawa weren't just sharing desserts, but colors because they are color-coded boys men in love!

Flirtatious and confident Nozue is a Red Rascal, and his loyal and trustworthy subordinate Togawa is a Blue Boy.

The series begins with Nozue in blue and barred in because he is feeling gloomy and trapped by his everyday routine.

But when he goes to work, he puts on a dark red tie showing a little of his rebel side by sneaking off to smoke cigarettes and avoiding meetings about promotions, while his solid and reliable Blue Boy comes to retrieve him.

After a meeting with a client, Togawa suggests they try some desserts when Nozue laments on his current woes in the park.

And even though Nozue gets the red-colored dessert, he still feels slightly down.

Togawa recalls when they first met, Nozue, in his bright red tie, encouraged him to embrace life and enjoy time away from work, and he wants to do the same for Nozue now in his time of need.

The next day, Togawa, in a lighter blue tie, suggests they go eat some more desserts together.

And he gives his boss, who is still in a darker red tie, a bright red drink to motivate him to be regain some of his youthful passion.

When they go to the cafe, Nozue wears a bright red jacket, while Togawa wears a blue shirt because Nozue is now remembering what it feels like to look forward to life outside of work.

And as usual, he gets the red dessert.

The two continue to try a variety of (red) sweets together, and Togawa proves his Blue Boy-ness.

He plans all the outings and records all the fun by taking pictures of his crush appreciating his efforts.

And even though still dark, Nozue starts gaining red in more places like the collars of his sweaters.

To show his gratitude to Togawa, Nozue in his light pink tie, takes the ladies from the office to lunch in an effort to ask them about more dessert spots to take Togawa to since Togawa usually plans all their dessert dates. However, Togawa misunderstands the lunch, and sulks in his black tie holding his blue mug until Nozue clarifies what actually occurred.

They continue their dessert dates, with Nozue's red tie being bright, but Togawa is still in his feels, and wears a dark blue tie.

So Nozue invites himself over to Togawa's apartment to cook for Togawa in hopes that he can finally repay Togawa for all the happiness he has given to him lately. Nozue sits on Togawa's blue couch and unknowingly flirts with his underling causing Togawa to lose his cool multiple times.

After parting ways, Nozue texts Togawa, yet believes Togawa is ignoring him. However, unlike his Blue Boy who turns black when sad, Nozue pulls their two colors together the next day and pouts.

When he steps outside, he sees a couple who are color coded just like he and Togawa are (red x blue), which makes him reflect even more on how much Togawa has come to influence his life.

Togawa's presence is requested at a dinner, which Nozue initially objects to since the purpose of the dinner is basically to play as matchmaker for the single employees of the company, but Nozue also attends this time completely blending his and Togawa's color together with his purple tie.

He takes Togawa home, but after Togawa's confession of love, Nozue retreats back into his dark red tie, while Togawa wears his light blue tie since, even though he is hurt, his feelings are now out in the open.

Nozue gets asked again why he won't accept a promotion, and although he is still eating a dessert, it isn't red. Throughout the conversation, he realizes he has changed (because of his time with Togawa), and finally tells his friend that he will think about the promotion.

Later, Nozue goes out with his department in his purple tie, and drinks too much, but Togawa rescues him and sends him on his way after handing him an umbrella.

Nozue realizes that he doesn't want to be sent home. He doesn't want to retreat back to who he was. He doesn't want to be blue and isolated. He wants to be red, and he wants to be with the person who brings that out in him - Togawa!

Nozue takes the promotion, and the two start dating in the brightest versions of their ties colors.

Togawa eventually proposes to Nozue in their respective colors because although Togawa brought out Nozue's color, Nozue helped strengthen Togawa's, and this Blue Boy has always been committed to his Red Rascal.

So Togawa turns his Old Fashioned (Colored) Cupcake into his Old Fashion Husband, and they get to enjoy the sweet life, together.

[tcwmatchmakingau]

Date Night Pt 1

Pairing: Rex x f!Reader

Rating: SFW

Warnings: Just fluff, snogging is as far as it goes.

W/C: 3,300 (And my ficlet phase has passed). 

Summary: Captain Rex of the 501st Legion led men into numerous battles. He had fought by the side of one of the galaxy’s greatest Jedi and received commendation from the Republic’s top leadership. And nothing terrified him more than the newest challenge Anakin Skywalker laid at his feet ... a date.

A/N: This was inspired by D's lovely ask as I was trapped in the airport about a double date with Rex and Cody. Here's the Rex chapter, featuring Cody, who will be up next.

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“Rex, you know I’d do anything for you. But this?”

Rex knew this would likely be the outcome, but he wasn’t admitting defeat just yet.

“Please Cody? I just … I have to go, but I just can’t get myself to go alone.”

His closest brother and commanding officer sat across from him in the mess hall of the Coruscant barracks, the 501st and 212th being on shore leave. All units not engaged in relief missions or suppressing the remaining Seppie forces were actually on leave, meaning Rex felt himself almost whispering, not wanting the wrong ears to overhear their conversation in the crowded room.

He’d never live it down if Torrent Company especially got wind that he was considering a trip to the matchmaker set up specifically for clones.

“You don’t have to go, though. It’s not mandatory. I know the transition to peace time is going to be tough, but they’re not forcing us into civvie life just yet.”

“It’s not that. General Skywalker is … insisting.”

“He can’t command you to go on a date. Just tell him no.”

“I can’t, Cody! You know the face he makes when you tell him no.”

“Then look the other way.”

Rex doesn’t have a rebuttal. Strictly speaking, Cody is right. But …

“Unless you actually want to go?” his brother nudges.

“I …” Rex paused, holding still as a statue for a moment until he released his breath in a huff. “Ever since his relationship with the Senator came out, Skywalker has changed. He’s lighter, happier. And I can’t help but wonder what that feels like. It was never in the cards for us before. I know some had it, like Cut, but I could never abandon my duty. Now that I don’t have to … I don’t know. What if Anakin is right?”

Cody smiles at him warmly before answering simply, “Then you should go.”

Rex levels his friend with a blank stare. They both knew that Rex would never take this leap without a wingman.

“FINE I WILL GO WITH YOU.”

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The office was nicer than he had imagined. Not that he thought it would be a dump, but it would seem his anxiety colored his expectations.

Cody sat by his side, the pair having already filled out the required paperwork digitally. He thanked his brother again for coming with him and though the only response was a dry side eye, Rex knew Cody understood what this meant to him.

The door behind them opened, and both men jumped to attention.

“At ease, gentlemen. You’re off duty, remember?”

A woman walked past to take a seat opposite the desk from them as they settled back into their own seats. Her casual attire betrayed the slightly impressive decor of the top-level office, but the warmth she exuded made it clear she belonged here.

“I’m Yen, and I’ll be the matchmaker assigned to you both,” she said, reaching across to shake both their hands. “Now, I’ve reviewed your applications and I have a few potential matches in mind, but first I want to hear from you, your expectations — both of this first date and overall.”

Rex turned to look to Cody, defaulting to letting his CO answer first, only to see his brother returning the expectant look. So, he started, laying it all on the table and earning a few laughs from the other trooper.

Cody followed suit, his own answer much shorter, though it’s a testament to the professional that she was able to even get as much out of the Marshal Commander as possible.

“Okay, well, I believe I now have everything I need. I’ll send over one profile each to avoid overwhelming you both, and if you’re amenable, I’ll set up the time and place and comm that over,” Yen confirmed.

Rex appreciated her approach, calm yet confident. He was still hesitant about stepping this far out of his comfort zone, but if she was leading the way, he could at least follow.

“Now, I do have to warn you that while I understand the appeal of a double date, I’ve found it can often lead to … unnecessary problems. I can see if the partners I have in mind would be open to going to the same venue, but I strongly recommend focusing on your date and not spending time as a group.”

“Problems?” This time, it was Cody who spoke up.

“Yes, assigned dates wanting to switch has been known to happen, which just creates bad feelings all around. Or people tend to focus more on their friend since that’s familiar and end up alienating their dates. I’ve found that outcome more common with troopers.”

The two clones share a look, and when Rex turns back to Yen, a knowing smile graces her face.

“Well, this is your area of expertise. We’ll play this your way.”

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A week later, Rex watched Cody walk to the floor with his date, trying to push down his annoyance over the fact that you still hadn’t appeared.

If he was being completely fair, you weren’t late. But he was already second guessing himself and each moment he stood there, on the edge of the room unsure of what to do with his hands, was another moment adding to his anxiety.

Rex was just about at his limit when the door slammed open. The woman in the threshold peered into the crowd, scouting as if she expected danger rather than dancing to greet her.

And suddenly, his nerves got better and worse.

It was you. He recognized you from the profile image Yen had sent him. You hadn’t stood him up and left him looking a fool. But he had a feeling he’d act like one because stars above he had never seen any creature quite as lovely. What the kark was he supposed to say to someone so pretty?

While Skywalker seemed to revel in going into situations blind, Rex usually did everything to avoid it. But he didn’t plan for this. Your holo was taken by a buffoon since clearly it did not do you justice.

Absently, Rex realized he should probably introduce himself. But he decided taking advantage of this opportunity to gather intel was the smarter option.

You weren’t timid so much as cautious in your movements as you slowly made your way through the room, clearly looking for someone but oddly insistent on not making eye contact, quickly looking away once people noticed your staring.

Finally, you turned and caught his eye across the room, looking away just as quickly. In only took a moment before you snuck another glance, but this time, you kept eye contact and tilted your head in question. Nothing could stop him from smiling softly at the gesture as he gave a quick, efficient nod. You sported a matching one as you made your way through the crowd to him.

“Are you Rex?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

You giggled, and it was so sweet he almost missed what you said. “Do I look that old?”

Shock flooded Rex like ice water. “Huh? N-No, you don’t. I mean, not that that’s bad. But you definitely don’t. You look lovely. Not that old isn’t lovely, but I, uh,” he floundered, trying to understand what just happened.

Your eyes grew wide as plates as you raised your hands, waiving them in front of you frantically. “Ah, no, don’t worry about it! I was just teasing since you said ‘ma’am’ and I’ve never been called that before and in fact the only people who’ve been called ma’am, at least that I’ve heard, have been older, so that was the first thing that came to mind and …”  

Rex had never heard anyone speak that fast. He was impressed you had enough breath for it, but your rambling made your abrupt stop into pure silence jarring.

“Sorry, I was trying to be clever but I’m a bit too nervous for that, it seems.” You looked up at him but stopped just shy of actually catching his gaze. He wasn’t sure if that or the way you bit the corner of your lip as you offered a sheepish smile was more endearing.

“Please don’t apologize. I’m a bit out of my depth here, too.”

Rex had never and likely would never understand the Force as the Jedi talk about it. But as you shared a small, understanding smile with him, he swore he could feel something shift. It was significant, even if he couldn’t understand why.

“Well then, since neither of us seem to be doing too well with conversation, want to try dancing?”

“I doubt that’ll go better on my end, but let’s give it a try,” he says lightly, holding out a hand to allow you to pass.

You led the way to the dance floor, and his heart stuttered when you turned, looking up at him expectantly with bright eyes. He was only half listening to the instructor, just enough to get the gist of what to do. The rest of his attention was firmly occupied with getting lost in how you looked at him.

You looked at him like he was someone worth staring at.

Karabast, I’m in trouble.

“Ready?” You ask, sweet but pushy, nudging him out of his stupor.

“Uh, yeah,” Rex nods, stepping closer and taking hold of your hands. They were cold in his, so he held them just a bit tighter.

Fortunately, the class was geared for beginners, so the instructor started with basic footwork which solved one problem of his – he could focus on his feet instead of trying not to stare at you like a creep.

At least, for a bit. Damn his enhanced training; the steps were barely a challenge, leaving him looking down unnecessarily, unwilling to look up just yet but also aware that the longer he looked down the more awkward it was.

Why was dancing at 79s hard but this was too easy? Maybe it was his brothers’ fault. Yeah, that had to be it. They complicated everything else, why would dancing be different?

“I’m glad they’re really breaking down the basics. I usually have two left feet,” you offered, and it felt like relief in the midst of battle washing over him.

“Same. I’m not usually much of a dancer,” Rex replied, beyond grateful that he wouldn’t have to rely on one of the awful pickup lines Jesse had insisted on teaching him when word inevitably got around what he would be up to tonight.

“Oh? Then what made you choose dance lessons for tonight?”

“I, uh …” He hesitated. The truth was it was an option that Cody was open to and both Boil and Fives insisted it was the best idea. “Honestly, my brothers talked me into it. Said it would strike the right mood.”

“The right mood?”

“N-not like that! Well, actually, I’m sure Fives meant exactly that. But that’s not what I mean. I mean —”

“It’s OK, Rex.” He should be more upset that you’re laughing at him, but there’s no malice in your eyes as they smile along with your lips. “I know what you mean. It’s fun, but easy enough that we can talk.”

“Not sure I’m doing so well with that second part,” he grumbled.

“I’ve got no complaints,” you reassure with a soft squeeze to his hands. “Besides, I’m very much enjoying being on this side.”

“This side?”

“Oh yeah. I’m usually the one tripping over my tongue meeting new people. It’s not just my feet — I’m clumsy all over,” you proclaim almost proudly, earning a chuckle from him.

“You don’t seem clumsy to me.”

“You’re sweet, but I’m literally holding onto you right now. Hard to be clumsy with support, though I do like to consider myself an overachiever.”

Rex let out what was probably his first genuine laugh since starting this whole endeavor. “Well, I’m happy to act as support as long as needed.”

Your lips twitch to the side, and if not for the mischievous spark in your eyes — a sight Rex had learned from his men usually meant nothing but trouble — he’d assume you were upset. Confused, he waited for you to continue.

“Happy to act as support? Are you sure?”

Everything about your tone is screaming that he’s out of his depths. You’re plotting something, that much is clear, and he’s not sure what. And he certainly can’t reprimand you the way he does wayward troopers.

Still, nothing to do but jump in at this point.

“Yes …?”

Your smile broke free from the tight, wry curve of your lips to engulf your entire face.

“In that case …” You stepped closer to him, pulling your joined hands behind your back, forcing yourself into his arms. Chills slid up his arms along with your touch as your hands finally settled on his shoulders, leaving his splayed out against the expanse of your back. “Better that we dance like this. More secure, you know.”

The boys would often tease Rex for how easily he would flush. It was something he cursed his whole life, always envious of Cody for his incredible composure. Now, however, despite feeling the heat in his own cheeks, the sight of your eyes refusing to settle on one place, least of all him, and the awkward shift in your stance, he understood the teasing.

You were adorable when flustered.

But more than he enjoyed seeing you worked up, he desperately wanted you to be comfortable with him. And he wanted to show his appreciation that you took the first leap of faith. So he stepped just a little further into your space, slightly tightening his hold on you so you could feel him support you.

“Sure. Just tell me if you want me to let go.”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

It wouldn’t be right to say conversation flowed. There were still awkward bumps and turns. But you were gracious about them, and honestly guilty of a few yourself, which helped Rex lower his guard even more.

It didn’t hurt that you seemed to pick up the footwork just as easily as he did, letting him lead you around the floor easier than he anticipated so he could fully indulge in how you pressed ever so lightly against him as you lead the conversation.

It was mostly small talk, getting to know you staples. But you never made him feel awkward or like you didn’t care for his answer.

In fact, he had never felt so tall before being the center of your attention.

Sooner than he realized, the class ended, and the dancers began dispersing. A quick scan of the room made clear that Cody and his date already cleared out. When, he wasn’t sure. But it left Rex standing in the middle of the floor with you in his arms, looking at him expectantly … and he had no clue what to do.

All he knew was he wasn’t quite ready to let you go.

“Do you walk home?” he asked, immediately realizing what he had said and groaning. “No, not that. I mean, do you mind if I walk you home?”

You laughed at him, but again, it was a soft thing without a trace of mockery. “I’d love that, thank you.”

If asked right then, Rex would say that laugh was his favorite sound. But he didn’t let that thought linger too long.

You looped your arm through his and laid your opposite hand on top, taking him aback with how comfortable you seemed around him even without the pretense of dancing. Though you stopped right at the line of too forward, a courtesy he was grateful for.

And it appeared a more strategic choice than he first gave you credit for. With your arms woven through his, you were able to lead the way and keep pace with him easier. You walked to the inter-level lift and rode it down a few levels to more modest apartments before meandering through the streets for a few blocks, chatting softly the whole time.

“This is me.” You waved your hand absently to the building behind you as you turned to face him.  You were looking at him like that again, like he was the only thing in this galaxy worth looking at. If he wasn’t careful, Rex could easily grow addicted to that look. “I had a really nice night. Thank you, Rex.”

“No thanks needed, mesh’la,” Rex said softly, hearing the endearment slip in before he really registered it. It fit, though, and he was willing to bet you didn’t speak Mando’a. “I had a good time, too.”

He felt like time itself was suspended. Like the two of you existed within a ray shield and nothing outside mattered. He felt himself pulled closer to you until he was standing with barely an inch between you. Glancing past your eyes for just a moment, he felt his breath catch at the sight of your chest just missing brushing his as you take heavy breaths.

Usually, clarity felt cold when it washed over him. This, however, was warm, fueling his courage just as much as the realization that you could feel the gravitational pull between you as well.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered, bolder than he felt as he leaned down but still not trusting his voice as he invaded your space and reveled in the proximity, eyes constantly searching for any sign of hesitation.

There never was one. You tilted your head back, bringing your plush lips almost up to his.

“Please.”

It was the sweet, needy, breathlessness of your plea that made Rex vow then and there to do anything to hear you beg for his kisses again.

It was the soft give of your lips, the insistent yet gentle pressure you applied and the succulent yet swift swipe of your tongue against his that made him vow to give them to you as often as you asked.

Gods above, there was nothing so wonderful in that moment as your kiss. It wasn’t hot and heavy, as his past experiences had been; those one-night stands nothing more than moments of stolen pleasure speaking only to present need.

This was the opposite, chaste in all but promise, speaking without words of your passionate intentions.

You pulled away, and he should have let you go. Rex had always prided himself on being respectful, doing the right thing. And yet, the only thing that felt right was to chase your lips with his, looping his arm around your waist to pull you in closer.

Reason eventually won out, as it always did for him. Keeping his hold on you, Rex pulled back and rested his forehead against yours. “Sorry.” His breathing was heavier than expected, and he questioned if his conditioning was really lacking, or if your kisses would always steal his breath. “Got a little carried away.”

You shook your head against his, and only then did he realize you had tangled your hands in his jacket, fisting in the fabric tightly. He couldn’t pull away without applying some force, and that knowledge buzzed pleasantly through him.

“No you didn’t. Not that I didn’t want, anyway.”

A worry line appeared on your forehead as you turned to glance at your front door over your shoulder. Your lips pursed, and while he wouldn’t claim to know you well, he could hazard a guess to your conundrum.

Gently, Rex lifted a hand to turn your face back to him before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. He wasn’t sure, but he could swear he heard you sigh.

“Goodnight, mesh’la,” he offered, and to his relief, he saw you relax. You stepped back, out of his arms, and he was surprised by how much he didn’t like that. “I’ll comm you tomorrow?”

Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough if that’s how you would smile for him every time. “Yeah, I’d like that. Goodnight, Rex.”

Captain Rex of the 501st Legion led men into numerous battles. He had fought by the side of one of the galaxy’s greatest Jedi and received commendation from the Republic’s top leadership.

But no victory had ever felt as good as walking away from your apartment that night, one successful date under his belt and hopefully many more with you on the horizon.

[frizzle-mcshizzle]

CAN I HAVE SOME KESLERxJULINE HCS??

YES YES YES 1000X YES (sorry this took so long) i really want to start calling them frosted beakers because it sounds cooler. anyways.

Juline struggled to control her ability after she first manifested because not only did she manifest at 14 much later than the rest of her peers, her ability is more connected to her emotions than it is for most fosters, making people around her see her as unstable and unpredictable, which upset her/made her angry, which make her ability harder to control and it was an endless cycle.

Kesler was a dorky curly haired 15yo with glasses and wasn't afraid of her and saw her as another noble kid he had to tutor to make sure his mentors still liked him and he wouldn't get sent to Exilium for some random made up reason

Juline didn't want to be in alchemy class, her parents pulled her out of her art class to go to the advanced alchemy class when she hadn't gone to alchemy class in years. so she was missing her favorite class and was now in a class she didn't understand forced to go tutoring with some dorky boy (who was a little cute (not cute enough to make her enjoy the class though)

eventually Kesler called out her behavior towards him not expecting anything to come out of it. but instead she apologized and said it wasn't fair of her to treat him like that. Kesler was shocked that she actually treated him like a person and Juline was offended that he would expect her to treat him otherwise. over the next several weeks they ended up having a lot of fun in the tutoring sessions together.

Juline played bramble in foxfire and it's something she genuinely enjoyed and was good at Kesler on the other hand couldn't play to save his life. Kesler lover to watch her play. because it was the only time he ever saw her smile so wide that her dimples would show.

they ended becoming close friends and then dating when they where around 17. they spent a lot of time around Kesler's family home as there was a forest right outside of the neighborhood he lived in. they spent a lot of time by the river because Juline could practice her ability and it was private and away from prying eyes, so they had the freedom to do what they pleased without comments about bad matches

the first spring they where dating Juline got really excited when snowdrops peaked through the snow and after that Kesler started to call her snowdrop. the nickname stuck for the rest of their lives, and they started buy each other jewelry with each others flowers on them

Juline was forced to go the elite levels by her parents, because they hoped that she and Kesler would break up with the distance and they wouldn't have to deal with a bad match for a daughter

they successfully avoided having a bad match daughter as well, Kesler was constantly being told he would ruin her life and Juline was struggling to keep up with writing letters and homework and classes didn't help. on top of that her parents wanted her to go to all these windowing gala's and she just complied because it was easier than fighting them on it. she also thought maybe just maybe her parents would realize she didn't love anyone else and would except the fact that wanted to marry Kesler.

they broke up around the time Juline graduated because Kesler wanted to protect her from the scorn, and he told her to find someone who would give her what she deserved because he couldn't.

they stayed apart for a few years neither dating anyone else because Kesler regretted what he did with everything in his soul but didn't think she would forgive him, and some part of him believed it was the right decision because he wanted her to live without scorn. Juline had given up on going to windowing gala's and decided to focus on her work because she didn't want to do anything else.

Kesler's older brother Eben went to the matchmaking office to get his third match list and Juline was on it. he decided to invite her, not because he was remotely interested in her but because on the off chance she came he wanted to give his little brother a second chance with the woman he still loved.

Juline went to Eben's windowing gala hoping that for some dumb reason Kesler would be there, the gala was hosted in a forest not far from the dizznee family home. not a lot of people came because they didn't want to go a 5th born's gala,

while there wasn't a lot of people present compared to the other gala's Juline had been to there was still enough people present for Juline to find it overwhelming. She asked Kesler's mom who was helping her son host if Kesler was there and she pointed down the path Juline knew all too well. it headed right to the river where she and Kesler had spent so much time together.

Juline took a deep breath and headed down the path telling herself that she would give Kesler a peice of her mind, because how dare he decide for her whats good for her, if she wanted to live with scorn she would she wasn't some coward who couldn't handle it.

Kesler was sitting on the fallen tree by the river and wouldn't even look her in the eyes. Juline lost all words she had in her head the second she saw him. all she could say was "i missed you Kesler"

they talk and talk and talk until the sun goes down. tears are shead apologies are made again and again and again, they stay by the river until dark, then even longer. Kesler asks Juline if they could start over, start from the beginning, and Juline agrees in a heartbeat, they part with promises to call in the morning,

Juline returns home with a hope in her heart for the future, not caring how it would effect her cushy noble job. she got Kesler back, she finally got him back.

Kesler didn’t stop thanking Eben for what he did, and Eben told him he owed Kesler after how he treated him in the past, Kesler was just happy to have his best friend back, he had always forgiven a little to easily.

Juline and Kesler dated in “secret” for years (it was blantly obvious that they where heads over heels for each other to anyone that had functional eyes), while Kesler built slurps and burps up from the ground. they didn’t get married until they where in their 80s because they liked the peace of living without the full fledged scorn

when they finally decided to get married, they had their wedding at Havenfeild, Juline announced to all of her noble friends about the wedding knowing they would be horrified that she was marrying a talentless. Edaline helped with the decor, and planing the whole wedding, it was actually quite small and peaceful wedding. she was fired from her noble job the second their marriage went through the government,

[nikethestatue]

A Match Baked In Heaven

Part II Here

Part III

Gold On the Ceiling

Two and a half hours later, and the headquarters of Marigold Agency were decked out in Halloween finery like it was Harrods or something. 

Ri-di-cu-lous.

While Azriel hauled the larger pumpkins under his arms, and then the boxes with the smaller ones, Elain threw herself with unbridled enthusiasm into arranging them: on the steps to the carriage house, and the stoop, and everywhere else.

Pinky rushed from one end of the corridor to the other, following Azriel back and forth, as many times as he had to make the trip. That dog was a machine. He didn’t get tired, or even winded, just running back and forth, his tongue lolling about. He possessed Elain’s levels of excitement over this ‘project’. He was absolutely not needed, but he felt that he was playing an integral part in the decorations, just by running around and spinning in circles with insane excitement. 

There were antique lanterns, fake spiders, skeletons, dried flowers artfully arranged between the cascading display of pumpkins and gourds. 

Once the last of the decorations were finally dragged out of the cellar, Azriel went outside and stood in front of the house. His arms folded on his chest, his brow furrowed, his expression serious, he assessed the work that they’ve done.

Elain backed away from the stairs and stood beside him, while Pinky rushed from the house needing to be the centre of attention and parked between the two of them, looking up at the house.

Elain's house as decorated by her and Azriel and Piglet

“You like it, baby boy?” Elain asked softly, and for one absurd moment, Azriel thought that she was addressing him.

“Yeah I like it,” he said, catching himself too late and remaining standing frozen in place and mortified.

She looked up at him and a small smile splayed her pink lips.

“Well, I am glad,” was her reaction, though he knew that she caught his slip. “And, thank you, Mr. Night. Really. You’ve been an immense help.”

Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable…like he stepped into a different world where he didn’t belong. While they were decorating, and he was running in and out of the house, it was…nice. Even easy between the two of them. He joked. She laughed. The dog…well, it did whatever that dog did. But now the magic was no more–back to reality.

“No problem,” he answered tersely.

He didn’t know what else to say to her now.

She reached out and took him by the elbow. 

“Come on,”

“Are we going to do the matchmaking stuff?” he asked, sounding rude even to himself. “I mean, if we aren’t then I got things to do.”

Elain nodded once, and said, “we are”. It was pretty obvious that she also felt the instant alienation between the two of them. “Please go ahead and make yourself comfortable in my office. I will be right back.”

He shrugged and didn’t argue, walking back to the carriage house. He found the loo, pissed, washed his hands, attempted to make sense of his thick black hair, and failed. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten anything since the meat pie. He still had two left and he still considered giving Elain one, though he wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do. He didn’t like blurring lines. It was unhealthy and did nobody any good.

He went back to the office where they’d met yesterday and sat in the same chair. His arms felt tense after dragging 100 pumpkins up and down the stairs and he stretched, trying to settle himself and wondering what the next step in this whole torturous process will be. She’d probably send him to take an STI test. Though probably not–she was too uppity and uptight for that. Was she a virgin? No, that ginger bloke probably wouldn’t have left her one. The memory of the ginger bloke made him grimace and then he wondered why the hell was he thinking about her like that? It wasn’t his business and he shouldn’t have been thinking about her in this manner. But he couldn’t help it. She was sexy in that ‘stern librarian’ kind of a way–where he suspected that behind the veneer of propriety and pearls lived a wild little vixen. She was bossy and demanding in her job, probably her life too, but he wondered whether in bed, she might like to submit, let go of control, enjoy the pleasure of acquiescence. He wondered if she’d allow him to take her body and make it his, in all the ways that he wanted, and in the way she’d love it.

He barely tore himself away from his wandering thoughts, which frankly, were making his dick more solid than was prudent and was faced with a huffing pug, who looked like he was smiling at him. 

“Are you ready for a night out on the town?” Azriel laughed, seeing as Pinky was now back to wearing a large green satin bow. 

He heard Elain inside the carriage house, the soft clicking of her heels–apparently it wasn’t only the pug who got ‘dressed’–and the clanking of glass and…he wasn’t sure how to describe it, but it was nice. It was proper somehow, for him to be here, in this warm place, after an afternoon of doing marginally physical work with Elain. Decorating the house. It was nice. 

He laced his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. 

‘Home’ was an elusive concept to Azriel Night, who bounced between group homes and foster families until he was well into his teens. Then the late adoption, but he and Cassian and their cousin Rhys were shipped off to a boarding school and that was hardly ‘homey’. At 17, he began playing football professionally and his schooling effectively ended. He rented his first flat back then, which felt very adult. But ‘home’--he wasn’t sure about that. Never did have one.

“Mr. Night, I thought I'd make lunch,” somehow, Elain slipped into the office and he didn’t hear her. He might have dozed off for a few moments. He opened his eyes and watched Ms. Archeron, the matchmaker extraordinaire, dressed in her professional uniform. Gone was the girl in faded jeans and with a messy pile of hair. This Elain’s hair was arranged over her shoulder, brushed and curled, and she was dressed in a knee-skimming cream dress and a green cardigan which matched Pinky’s bow. Yep, she was certifiably insane–she matched her pug’s bows to her dresses. Of course there was the 3-strand pearl necklace around her neck and pearl earrings in her ears.

But Azriel didn’t tease her about it. She was a peculiar girl, no doubt about that. All he said was, “you look nice, Ms. Archeron”.

She offered him a shy smile, and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Thank you, Mr. Night. I took it upon myself to reheat the meat pies,” she explained, a little scrambled and out of sorts. It was like she was shy or something. “And here is tea,” she poured him a cup. “Some salads–Cheddar and pickle, and egg salad…”

It was only then that Azriel realised why she was so fussy and not herself. Her eyes kept darting towards him–his stomach, to be precise. As he still held his arms behind his head, his henley had ridden up his stomach, and he sported a decent amount of bare skin–she could see some of his abs and the deep hip dent, which apparently made her chew the inside of her cheek, while she prepared the tea. At that, Azriel smirked. She didn’t notice it. But he figured that he’d tease her for a little while longer, so he didn’t drop his arms and only moved his torso, baring his navel and a dusting of hair just above his jeans. Enjoy, sweetheart.

“I’ll eat only if you join me, Ms. Archeron,” he warned. “And thanks for making the food!”

“Well, you helped me so much today. I appreciate it. Otherwise, I’d have to do it with my sisters, and trust me, my sister Nesta is not one for lugging pumpkins or decorating.”

With that, Elain visibly shuddered. Azriel laughed softly.

“Glad to be of help.”

Then, he looked at her, and made a snap decision. He was going to go for it.

“Please enjoy one of the pies, Ms. Archeron,” he said with a brief exhale. It’s been a while since he’d shared his food with anyone. A long while. 

He piled his plate with salads and pie, and watched Elain do the same. She, of course, was all dainty about it, but there wasn’t a pretty way to eat a meat pie. 

“We’ll need to discuss your mating criteria,” Elain said between bites, and Azriel groaned.

“Not that again!”

“Yes. That. I don’t know what you want to call it–preferences? Is that acceptable?”

“Yes, this is better. Let’s call it ‘preferences’,” he agreed at once, as he sipped his tea. 

“Alright then,” she powered on her laptop, and got all serious and business-like. 

He kind of liked it when she was like that–bossy. Cute, but bossy.

“I will ask you to be vulnerable, Mr. Night,” she told him with great seriousness.

“What’s that mean?” he frowned at her words. “Also, do you have any of those nice biscuits that you gave us yesterday?”

“Yes, but you will get them after we are done with this part of the consultation.”

Pfff, he bubbled his lips, not loving that she was treating him like he was Pinky and he needed to be a ‘good boy’ to get the biscuits. But he decided to humour her.

“I’ll be vulnerable, Ms. Archeron,” he promised. “You want me to cry?”

“Hopefully not. But I might ask you questions that you are uncomfortable answering.”

“If you are going to say ‘this is a safe space’ than I am fucking leaving,” he snapped.

She gave him a displeased look, but said, “fine. At least it’s a confidential space.”

“Fine, ask away,” he leaned back into his chair and prepared for this hellish experience.

“Tell me what you look for in a woman?” Elain inquired simply.

“That’s a broad question,”

“Just throw some things at me,” she invited.

“Pretty,” he decided to go with the easiest option.

“What’s pretty to you? Tall? Short? Thin? Shapely? Rubenesque? Zaftig?”

He stared at her dumbly and then muttered, “that’s a lot of fancy words. What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Elain began, but he interrupted her and quickly said, 

“I want her to look like you. Pretty, like. Big hair. Nice soft tits. Long legs. Enough to grab on to, but still thin. I don’t fancy stick-thin women–like someone with some meat on their bones.”

“So a shapely woman then,” Elain muttered and noticed how red her cheeks were. 

“Yeah, I guess that’s the word. Hair–definitely like yours,” he repeated.

“What kind of hair do I have?”

“Big. Thick. Long enough to wrap around my fist,” he explained firmly.

“Mr. Night, let’s move on from me,” she ordered primly. “And discuss other attributes that you are interested in,”

“Nice breasts.”

“I made a note of that,” she mumbled under her breath. 

“Kind of like yours,”

“Why are you looking at my breasts?!” she snapped.

“Well, where am I gonna look at?” Azriel opened his hands innocently. “It’s not like you don’t know that you are hot. Or is your ginger bloke not give you compliments?”

Elain stuttered, her posture stiffening.

“What ginger bloke?”

Azriel was enjoying himself, making her squirm and explain herself.

“The one you get photographed with…He looks like a sad ginger horse,”

Her eyes popped open and he could see that he touched a nerve.

“My personal life is not in question here,” she declared decisively.

He chuckled, “suppose only mine is then”.

“Yes, besides, didn’t you call me a cow yesterday?”

“Oh, well…I didn’t mean your looks!” He quickly began backtracking. “Just your…attitude.”

“Oh, indeed? I have a cow attitude then?”

“Okay, why don’t we continue talking about what I like in a bird,”

“Perhaps if you stopped calling women ‘birds’ we’d make great strides in finding you a wife,” she was shaking her head, exasperated.

“Are you Italian?” he suddenly asked.

“No, why?”

“Your patience levels are that of an Italian woman.”

She rolled her eyes and said,

“I still don’t understand what you like in terms of looks in a woman. Can we just stay on topic?”

“Yeah, alright.”

He did want to make a comment that he wasn’t the only one who was looking, and that he saw her salivating over his abs, but decided to keep that card to himself for now, and play it later. At that moment, Pinky decided that he needed attention, when he got up and rose on his one hind leg, while scratching his little front claws into Azriel’s thigh. He was panting excitedly and looking up with his big round eyes.

Azriel rubbed the dog’s round head and caught Elain watching the two of them with a frown.

“What?” he smirked at her. “Pinky here is loving on me,”

“Piglet is not loving on you!”

“Sure is. You are, aren’t you, big boy?!” Azriel cooed like an idiot, making baby voices. 

Piglet whimpered and panted even louder.

“He adores me!” Azriel announced.

“No, he doesn’t,” she insisted. “He just wants you to pick him up so he could sit on your lap.”

“My lap?”

“Yeah, that’s what he likes. He liked to be cradled like a baby. He is just playing you,” she huffed with a little ‘ha!’ in the end.

“You seriously want me to hold him like a baby?”

“I don’t care what you do. That’s what he wants.”

Groaning, Azriel bent and lifted Pinky off the floor. The dog was dense and heavy, bigger and heftier than he appeared. And what did Azriel do? Yep. He held him in his arms, like a baby. Pinky planted his flat face on Azriel’s forearm and made himself comfortable for the long haul.

Elain watched all of this in silence and then, unexpectedly, she took her phone and snapped a picture.

“I’d rather not have a photo of me at a matchmaker cradling her pug out there,” Azriel gritted through his teeth, and Elain rolled her eyes so hard, he feared she wouldn’t be able to bring them back from the back of her brain.

“Firstly, give me some credit,” she hissed. “Everything here is clad in utmost confidentiality. No one will ever know that you are here. Secondly, I am not taking a photo of you!”

“Who then?”

“Piglet obviously! I run a Instagram page for him ‘The Adventures of Piglet the Pug’,”

Azriel moaned "Sweet baby Moses. Are you for real?”

“I am for real!” she said proudly. “He has 1.2 million followers and gets all kinds of endorsements and even stars in adverts. So, say what you will about me. Be mean to me,”

“I am not mean to you!” he argued immediately.

“Right. Whatever you throw at me, I can take. But don’t be mean to Piglet. He is pure. His emotions are pure. He loves wholeheartedly. He doesn’t fake anything–if he doesn’t like you, you are going to know it right away. And for whatever unfathomable reason, he took to you. So treat him with respect. And if you don’t like him, then don’t make it look like you do. Give him your honesty.”

Azriel frowned and then protectively hugged Pinky tighter to his chest. “I do like him,” he murmured quietly, without looking at her. 

She sighed, half-incinerating him with her gaze, but then asked,

“What do you look for in a woman? Character-wise? What do you like? We’ll have to leave appearance preferences for now, because apparently your criteria is that she ‘looks like me’. And I don’t know how to work with that.”

“Easy,” he shrugged, “get me someone who looks like you.”

“Like I said. Moving on. Character? Disposition?”

Azriel even wrinkled his brow, thinking hard about the question.

Elain waited patiently.

He noticed that she had polished off the meat pie, and was now drinking tea, while getting all misty-eyed over her snoring dog in his lap. 

“Nice,” was Azriel’s final verdict.

“Nice what?”

“I want the wife to be nice,” he clarified.

“Nice?” she repeated looking utterly lost.

“Yeah, I’d like a nice wife. Not dramatic. Not bitchy. No nagging. Nice.”

“Could you please expand on ‘nice’ a bit?”

“I dunno what else to tell you, lady. Nice is nice.”

He thought for another moment, and then added, “Like you. Nice.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. You are pretty fucking nice, when you are not being a rager. So yeah. Like you. Nice. Homey.”

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Elain pressed, “Let’s then expand on ‘homey’. What does that mean to you?”

He made a wide sweep with his arm and said firmly, “this. This is homey. I ain’t ever had a home when it’s been like this. Nice and cosy, with a fire and a dog and a woman. So this. This is what I want.

“I want a nice woman, and a nice home.”

“So a housewife?”

“Nah, I don’t want no housewife. I want someone career-minded, who knows who she is and has her own interests and shit. I don’t want a Stage 5 Clinger.”

“A Stage 5 Clinger…”

“Yeah, you know, a sports’ groupie. Fucks any athlete hoping she’d get knocked up and he’d marry her.”

“O-kay…Remember how we discussed language?”

“Yeah. But I ain’t dating you, so we are fine. We are mates, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, Mr. Night, I am not going to go as far as ‘mates’. You are my client.”

“So mates then.”

Elain glazed at her monitor and said, “Alright, Mr. Night. I do have another appointment in 45 minutes. We will need to resume this at a later date.

“Meanwhile, I will ponder on your requirements of ‘pretty and nice’--as eye-opening as they are.”

“I don’t understand why you are complaining exactly,” Azriel wondered. “I just gave you the blueprint of what I want in a wife.”

“Yeah, your blueprint is ‘pretty and nice’. Oh, and how can I forget ‘nice soft tits’.”

“Nice soft tits are a must,” he nodded. “She should bake too.”

“Uh-uh. Of course. Your feminism game is strong.”

"Hey lady, I am a feminist! I actually organised and coaching a girls' football team in my spare time. So girls can participate in sports and play, build teams and relationships. I think it's very important. And I pay for the whole thing as well by myself. And Cass teaches them self-defence."

Elain stared at him, absolutely shocked.

Wasn't he the 'orgy guy' who fucked his way through sports groupies and didn't have a care in the world?

He was volunteering and coaching a girls' team?

"Are you trying to impress me, Mr. Night?"

He huffed, "I don't care what you think of me. Pretty sure you got your opinion all nice and set and wrapped in a shiny bow. Ain't gonna make no different what I tell you."

"That's not true. We have these meetings in order for me to learn more about you, so I can build a robust profile. And I appreciate you sharing this part of your life with me. This is impressive."

"Like I said, I care about women and women's rights--I am your regular Duke of Velaris," he winked, "but it don't mean that I don't want a wife with nice tits who can bake and make a home."

"I'll keep that in mind."

“What should I do with your giant sleeping pug in my arms? Considering that you are throwing me out of the house now.”

“I am not throwing you out!” she protested, blushing furiously.

“So you want me to stay?” he asked immediately.

“No!”

“So you are throwing me out?!”

All flustered, Elain stood up, smoothing her dress over her lovely hips and said,

“I am not throwing you out. I just have another client coming over. If you can, please take Piglet to the lounge and put him in his bed, but not the pouffe. He can fall off the pouffe when he is sleeping.”

“Christ Almighty. Should I breastfeed him as well?” Azriel grunted, as he got up from the chair, gingerly balancing the sleeping dog in his embrace and lifting himself clumsily, so as not to wake Pinky up. 

Elain trailed after him, but stayed behind in the kitchen while he arranged the pug in his wide luxurious bed. 

“All taken care of,” Azriel reported, returning to the kitchen. “He looked very comfortable.”

“Thank you,” she whispered, and then suddenly handed him a small paper bag.

“What’s that?”

“The biscuits. As promised. We won’t have time for tea today, but…here they are.”

Azriel took the bag wordlessly and looked down at this odd, contradictory girl.

It’s been a weird day and he suddenly realised that he spent most of it with her and he didn’t mind it. 

“Should I make another appointment then?” he asked at last, when the silence between them stretched to uncomfortable.

Elain snapped out of it and nodded frantically, with way too much enthusiasm.

“Yes! Sorry.”

“Might need your number for it,” he told her. 

“Umm,”

“Don’t know my schedule by heart,” he explained. “Training. Then I have games all through the weekend. I’ll have to ring you and set something up. Unless you have everything you need from me?”

Quickly, she said, “no, there needs to be further conversations. And if you may, please come better prepared next time. ‘Nice and good’ is not exactly a great criteria for me to go by…Though I am beginning to have some ideas about who I might match you with.”

Azriel handed her his phone wordlessly and jerked his chin. 

“Input your number,” he ordered.

While Elain did that, he said, his voice quiet,

“Or you don’t need to find me nobody.”

She looked up at him and asked, “230 million is no nevermind to you then?”

“It ain’t about the money. I can just marry you,” he proposed. “The offer stands, you know.”

“I am not marrying you, Mr. Night,” Elain said calmly. “Besides, I am annoying, a cow and a rager. You sure you want to be wed to me?”

“Yeah, you are,” he nodded solemnly. “But nobody is perfect. Look at it this way–it would do wonders for your business. Because you’d be a matchmaker who is actually, you know, married! Gives you some credibility. That you can actually bag a husband yourself and not just peddle them to strangers.”

“Wow. You’ve just insulted every single thing that I am and do. All in one sentence. Congratulations.”

“Listen, I am just telling it like it is,”

“Of course you are.”

“You don’t want to come off as the Crazy Pug Lady. And you are knocking on that door loud and clear, lassie.”

“Ahhh and what are you? My prince? My knight in shining armour who comes to rescue me from my wretched spinsterhood?”

“Something like that,” he agreed graciously. “Only I’ll be wanting something in return now,”

“Ahh, and what might that be?”

“The offer of ‘no conjugals’ was yesterday’s offer. Now, when I marry you, it’s full on consummation.”

At that, Elain gasped softly and stepped back.

“Don’t worry, Ms. Archeron,” Azriel chuckled. “I am not the ravishing type. Like I said, conjugals upon marriage.”

“It sounds more like a prison sentence,” she grimaced. “Thankfully, said conjugals won’t be coming to pass. Here is your phone,” she handed it back to him. “When you are free, ring me up.”

“That’s it? Just like that. A cold hard dismissal of my proposal?” he laughed.

“You might have to work on your proposals. Like you have to work on your language. And your manners. And your courting skills. You have a ways’ to go.”

Azriel took his jacket out of the closet and winked at her.

“Bye for now, Crazy Pug Lady. Give my regards to Pinky.”

Elain smooshed her lower lip between her fingers, looking at him, and then commanded, “Put that scarf on.”

“What?”

“Put the scarf on. I don’t want you to catch a chill.”

He took her scarf and wrapped it around his neck. “I’ll give it back to you next time,” he promised, thinking that just like that, he had an excuse to come back here. 

“Can’t wait.”

[sunshinesdaydream]

Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 4

Pairing: Rex x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW Summary: The First Date turns into a small adventure due to the Domino Troublemakers. Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations. Word Count: 3412

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Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

You walked down the half a block to the café you knew well. You had listed it as a potential meeting place because it was familiar and hoped it would ease your anxiety. You knew the owner, Ria, as the shops and restaurants in the immediate area talked to one another frequently. To trade information, products, referrals, contacts, and set up area events. You had in fact become a quite close knit community. Ria in particular had been one of the ones pushing hard for you to go to Right To Love. Her daughter, who was taking business classes in attempt to be better able to take over the family business when it was time, had gone to RTL. You had heard them talk a lot about how she had not only gained a loving partner but a new best friend through him. The next neighborhood gathering he was supposedly attending along with her new bestie and his partner. A few steps away, you wondered if he had listed Café Nova Lily in particular, or just any café. Still your stomach was in knots and you were spinning your ring as you walked to the door. You could see through the glass that the hostess also was a familiar face. Clio, the owners' daughter, was well known in the area and very kind, very extroverted. And rarely, if ever worked that night. You walked in the door and she squealed “I KNEW IT!” You froze, unable to respond. But, Clio was used to you by now and took up the slack. “Come on!” She said, taking your hand. She was going on about something but you lost track as she led you to the far corner booth of the café, where you could see him sitting. He was strikingly handsome. All of them were, of course, but for some reason he seemed different. But then you also theoretically was expecting a lot from this meeting, considering the idea behind it. Whatever Clio was saying you couldn't focus on her words because you were trying to keep composed as she pulled you through the tables, your heart pounding. Feeling like you were in freefall. “Here you go!” Clio exclaimed. He looked hesitant, but the look he shot Clio was a mix of annoyance and exhaustion as she backed away grinning. He had stood at your approach, taking your hand and lightly squeezing it, “An honor to meet you,” he said, quietly. Your mind went immediately back to the packets. 'Stiff formality can be common, especially with officers and those who dealt with high ranking officials on a regular basis,' “And you,” you answer, trying for a small smile. He waited for you to sit before he did, then he sighed. “Sorry about Clio, she usually doesn't work tonight,” he said. “I know,” you begin, but shake your head, “You know Clio?” He nodded, “She's dating one of my brothers,” You were both awkwardly quiet for a few moments. You spun your ring under the table. You both kept looking at each other only for your gazes to skip away. Almost speaking, but deciding not to. 'You have more in common than I thought!' You remembered Isa had said. Then it occurred to you so suddenly you gasped and looked up at him exclaiming, “Oh!” “What?” he asked, his forehead wrinkling in confusion. “Isa said we had a lot in common....” you looked around, then stood moving to his

side. “May I sit here?” you asked. “Of...of course, if you like,” Rex looked startled as well as confused. You slide into the booth next to him. Taking a deep breath you continue, hoping your guess isn't wrong, “I’m sorry if I’m wrong. I’m just guessing we might struggle with some of the same things. Eye contact is hard, I thought this might be easier,” Rex noticeably relaxed, becoming less stiff. “Yes, yes it is. Very clever, thank you,” he answered, glancing over in time to catch your shy smile. But was distracted by you spinning your ring on your thumb on the seat next to him. “Um, sorry,” you stop and hold still. “Nothing to be sorry for,” you noted more confidence in his tone. “What is it?” You hold your hand up in the light over the table, “It's a ring, but it's designed so the outer part spins over the inner. I...I spin it when I'm anxious or...” you shrug slightly. Rex nodded, “there is a ridge in my gloves I use similarly, when I’m in uniform,” he made a small gesture towards your hand, “may I?” “Sure,” you answered, shifting your hand slightly closer to him. He gently spun your ring and you were immediately self conscious of the bright colored stains on your hands. Before you could pull your hand back and make excuses he interwove his fingers in yours, “this okay?” He asked, quietly. The feeling of free fall eased. You nodded and stammered out a “yes,” as his thumb grazed over a blue stain on your thumb next to your ring. “I'm, I, decorate cakes,” you managed. He smiled, “I know, I saw some of them. They are beautiful,” “Thank you,” you respond, heat rising to your face. If he was that much like you, he had probably researched as much as you had. Probably had seen your gallery on the bakery’s holosite. Probably also realizing that you had done the same. In return he squeezed your hand gently once more, then suddenly pulled both of your hands under the table. Rex looked towards the kitchen. Just in time to see Clio returning with a tray of food. “Clio,” Rex said, a note of exasperation in his tone, “we haven’t even ordered yet,” She looked at both of them,”were one of you going to order something different than you always do?” “No,” you answer. “Maybe,” you heard a bit of a challenge in Rex’s voice, it made you smile. “Really?” Clio asked, looking at him skeptically. He sighed and said ”No,” Clio smiled brightly, “good! By the way mom says it’s on the house, Enjoy!” And she walked slowly away, looking over her shoulder at them. “It’s no wonder she and Echo are a good pair,” Rex grumbled. You giggled almost unwillingly. “Clio’s mom thinks he’s the absolute best. She won't stop talking about him,” you tell him, “almost as bad as Clio herself. Well between talking about him and her new best friend. Haven’t met either of them yet though,” Rex’s grin was a bit lopsided as he told her, “he and Fives are about the best, and the worst. Picked them up like a couple of abandoned tooka kits and since then

they have been both brilliant soldiers and twin headaches,” Smiling you noted, “you’re very proud of them,” He nods, but is distracted immediately. “Is your com turned on?” He asked. “No, I was avoiding some people. They mean well but would have made me more anxious,” you answered. Rex’s attention was on Clio, behind the counter. She was talking quickly on her com and kept looking their direction. He leaned towards her, “why do I get the feeling Fives has her doing the dirty work?” He asked, quietly. “What do you mean?” You ask. “Echo sliced Five’s com to listen in on his first date,” Rex explained, “I made sure mine was off so he couldn’t do it to mine. That’s why I asked. If yours was on…” “And it isn’t, so it leaves just the old fashioned way,” you respond. “So we have an audience,” Rex nodded. You both continued to eat for a few minutes, but you noticed the cafe was filling up quickly with locals. Each of them you knew and they kept glancing at the two of you. “I think word got out,” you tell him. “Mm hmm,” he hummed, but squeezed your hand reassuringly. A few more minutes pass, both of you anxious, but in a comfortable silence with each other. He still held your hand, occasionally spinning the ring. The bell on the door jingled, as two more people entered the cafe. Rex tensed up next to you, and you looked up to see two men being greeted by Clio. Obviously by their interactions there was no mistaking who they were. “osik” he hissed under his breath. “How well do they know the neighborhood?” you ask, pretending to focus on the remains of your meal. “Not well, just here and Clio's apartment,” Rex answered. “They probably won't know the set up of my building,” you mutter. “Do you want to go somewhere else? Without everyone staring at us?” “Yes,” Rex answered, “But they will follow us,” “I figured,” you answered. “But I know something they don't. Wait until Clio goes to the back and then we'll leave. If they don't get a chance to talk to her, we might get an extra few minutes.” Rex watched as Clio put the two at a table with a perfect view of the booth. Then, after talking a bit, she drifted to the kitchen. You slid out of the booth the second the door swung closed, Rex following you. You get out to the sidewalk, heading towards your apartment. The sidewalks crowded this time of evening. “They following?” You ask as you move as normally as possible through the crowds. Trying to give the appearance that you aren’t trying to escape the audience. “Yes,” “My building requires a scan to get in, I mean...most do,” you try to explain. A squeeze to your hand,”It does to get into the barracks as well,”

“It has two entrances, one on this side for access to the shopping district,” you continue, “The other faces the transport lanes and the hover trolley stop. But you would have to either go over the building, through another, or circle the block,” You purposely leave out the part where they might assume that you had gone back to your place. “And they won't know this unless Clio tells them,” Rex grinned. “Clever, you did get us a couple of minutes,” He let you lead the way into your building and up the floor to get to the transport level. Once outside he took a quick look around himself and then quickly walked towards a small dark alleyway that led to a service room for another building. He timed it as a trolley was about to pull out from the stop directly by the building. If they didn't assume that they had gone to her apartment, they may guess that they had taken the trolley to another location. He waited in the alley, listening if they showed up on this side of the building. “I meant to leave some credits for dinner, even if she did say...” he said, his tone worried. You smile, “I'm going to make Ria's favorite cake and give it to her, that will make up for it. She keeps trying to do that,” “Then I owe you,” he said, his tone teasing. “Buy me a drink?” you offer. “Good idea, Meshla,” he said, happily before kissing your temple, then freezing. “I...I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.. I should have..” Shaking the slight daze it had caused you, you squeeze his hand tightly. You hope reassuringly. “No, don't be. It's good, great actually. You were saying?”

“Um, I know somewhere to go,” he said, “Would you be okay going down two levels?” You nod, “lead the way,” Looking far less unsure, he looked back out in the transport zone. Rex quickly pulled back. Holding his other hand up for you to be silent. Checking again after a few moments, he led you out onto the main area. “They got on the trolley, heading away from where we are going. They found another way through,” Using the crossing that went under the traffic, they crossed to the other side to the access to the lower levels. “You going to be okay walking?” He asked. “I’ll be just fine,” you answer. “Where are we going?” “A place I found when we first started helping Fox clean up the undercity,” Rex said, “Do you like music?” “Yes,” you answered, but concerned he might mean in the context of dancing. Before you could ask, he moved both of you to a side street. “They don’t think they are close, or they would have been quiet,” he explained. “Already?” You asked. “My boys are good,” he grinned. “But right now I wish they’d head back. But it’s good they think we are further ahead, they’ll pass ahead of us and we’ll be out of their way when they double back,” “They are very persistent,” you comment. “They worry,” he shrugged. “If they could they would have sat at the table,” You remember something from an article you had read that a successful match frequently wasn’t just a partner, but an extended family as well. “I’m trying to figure out how Clio knew it was going to be me that showed up. I’ve not talked to anyone but Keeva, she's my friend that owns the bakery with me. But she was too busy to ask anyways, the holonet site crashed because it got flooded and she needed a hand because the shop got busy,” you told him. Rex muttered something under his breath, then “Why I sent him for the extra training I’ll never know,” Glancing over and seeing your puzzled look, he gave your hand another squeeze and said, “In the last few months of the war Echo asked to get trained in slicing. He’s been a menace ever since. I’m sorry,” “Why?” You asked. “Your site crashing would be his fault, he would have told Fives. He can't keep his mouth shut, the entire battalion probably knows. Most of them probably looked you up at the same time,” He explained. “Hardly your fault your brother sliced your data pad and found what you were looking up,” you shrug. “I..” he tended up, half pausing a minute. You squeeze his hand to reassure him, “Hey, it’s okay. I looked you up too. Besides, you already told me.” Rex took a deep breath and then nodded, still leading them on a winding walk to get to their destination. “Your work really is beautiful, is it just cakes or?” He asked. As you walk you tell him about all the different things you have created. “Would you show me sometime?” He asked.

“Of course,” you answered. “We’re almost there,” Rex smiled at you. Two more corners and he was leading you into a small dark club, you could hear the music playing from outside. It was busy, the music carried and filled the room but didn’t feel overly loud. It came from a live band on stage. Rex scanned the room for an open table, finding none. you see another clone waving at both of you beckoning you over at the same time Rex does. This one had very long hair, However he seems far more relaxed than when the other two showed up. He leads you over to the table, squeezing your hand he says, “This is Tup, Tup, this is,” Tup was already half standing, leaning over the table, offering his hand to shake, “Oh I know. Vod, the whole battalion knows,” “I figured,” Rex shrugged, as you let go of his hand slowly to shake Tup's. Tup introduced you to his partner and gestured that you two could share the booth with them. Rex gently put his arm around your shoulders. “This okay?” he murmured in your ear and you nod as a server comes over and takes drink orders. Just as they leave the band starts again. You begin to understand why Rex was more okay with Tup in this situation. He and his partner both shared space with them without forced conversation. Just the occasional comment or question during breaks in the music. Mostly favorite music, songs, bands, and singers. When the music had started, Rex lit up. He clearly loved it. In between songs you ask, over the noise, close to his ear, “Do you play?” “No,” he answered, close to yours as the next song began “I would like to learn,” You wondered if he liked to sing, but lost track of that before the end of the song. You realize your anxiety had melted away. Replaced by the much more pleasant buzz of excitement, but in a peaceful way you hadn't experienced before. His solid warmth next to you and the weight of his arm across your shoulders grounded you. Another song break and he asked,”Do you know how to dance?” When you shake your head he adds, “Neither do I. Would you like to go and learn together sometime?” Feeling secure, you don't mask your enthusiasm, ”I would love to,” with a bright smile. His answering smile was just as enthusiastic. Eventually Tup and his partner said their goodbyes, with Rex promising to pass their com frequencies to her when they turned theirs back on. “Did you want to go now too?” he asked as they left. “Could we stay a bit longer, please?” You ask, feeling comfortable and happy. “Of course, cyar'ika” he said. You stayed until the music ended, continuing the little snips of conversation between songs. Then he wove his fingers through yours again and walked you back to your building somewhat slowly, deep in conversation. “I was going to the concert in Temple Square tomorrow afternoon,” You tell him as you approach your building. “If you would like to go with, that is if you aren't busy or...” “I would love to go with you, and no I'm not busy tomorrow,” Rex answered, stopping in front of your building. He turned towards you, “I really enjoyed tonight” the hesitation in his tone back

from much earlier in the evening. You squeeze his hand, trying to reassure him and yourself, as you answer “I did too,” Rex hesitated again, looking down at your joined hands. You had held on to each other in some way all night. Even when he had his arm around you, you had leaned into him. “May I kiss you,” he asked, looking back up. “Please,” you utter, before you even think.

His lips were soft and warm as he molded them to yours. He smelt of a spice rich aftershave and night air. You released his hand to hold onto his broad shoulders and pull him closer, leaning into him. As he wrapped his arms around you, he teased your bottom lip with a bit of that mischief you had picked up on before.

The excitement you had been feeling intensified, without the anxiety, feeling secure and grounded while still flying. After what seemed like both a long time and not nearly long enough he pulled back slightly. “Tell the boys I want a copy of that holo,” you giggle breathlessly as his forehead pressed to yours. “Hmm?” He hummed. “Behind you, to your left,” you say. He smirks, and you get the feeling you are getting to see a bit more of his personality. Rex pulls his com out, turning it on. Rex selected a frequency and put it on speaker. “Ori’vod!” You hear the answer. “How’s it going?” “Someone wants to talk to you,” he grins and nods encouragingly. “Hello boys, I’d love to have a copy of that Holo,” you say as Rex’s grin widens. You smile back as there was stammering on the other end of the line. “You heard the lady,” he added.

“It'll be in your messages before you get to your apartment,” was the first answer.

“Echo,” the other voice hissed.

“And I will see the two of you for three sparring matches each the day after tomorrow,” Rex added.

“Really sorry Rex!” They both chorused and then continued a barrage of apologies, Rex shut off the call.

“Sorry about them,” He said.

“Oh, I don't know. We left the cafe because of everyone watching us, but got to hear some good music,” you point out, “And I'll have a nice holo.”

“Our first kiss?” he asked, that hesitation back.

You fight back the self doubt, the fear of saying something wrong, and answer,”The first of many, I hope,”

His smile is bright as he says, “Speaking of, can I have one more before I leave?”

“Yes,” you smile back at him.

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 11.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 9,120

warnings/includes (!) Seokjin’s mom plays matchmaker 😬, as Yuna will say it’s one step forward, two steps backwards this chapter, but we still have cute moments, one (1) public erection, very mild angst(?) more like a little melodrama, a small mildly evil cliff hanger because it’s been a while 

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Seokjin paused reading, his eyes irritated and dry from staring at the computer screen all morning, and leaned back in his chair, automatically reclining slightly. Closing his eyelids, he rubbed his eyes with his fingers briefly before remembering he had eye drops in the top drawer of his desk. As he reached forward his cell phone started to ring, vibrating against his chest from its location inside his suit jacket pocket. He pulled it out, raising his eyebrow when he read the caller ID. 

“Mom,” he greeted curiously. She rarely called him in the day, knowing he was probably preoccupied with work. 

“Seokjinie,” she said, a musical lilt to her voice. 

Despite himself, his mouth lifted up at the childlike nickname. Although, on second thoughts, she only used it when she wanted something… He should probably start feeling suspicious. Instead, he asked, “How are you? Is everything all right?” 

“Everything is perfect,” she replied smoothly.  “I hope I’m not interrupting you.” 

“No, of course not,” he smiled. “You know I always have time for you.” 

“My youngest son, ever the charmer,” she gushed, continuing: “Any woman would be lucky to have him…” 

His stomach dipped a little then, something in the tone of her voice making him feel slightly apprehensive. “I guess so,” he forced himself to chuckle, and attempted to change the subject. “How’s dad?” 

She totally ignored him – or maybe she truly didn’t hear – and charged on. “Do you remember Mrs. Kang? She volunteers alongside me on Wednesdays. For the church luncheon club.” 

“I can’t say the name sounds familiar,” he admitted, now fully dreading what was to come next, because he knew exactly what it was. 

“You’ve met her at least once, Seokjin,” his mom chastised gently. 

“Have I?” 

His delaying got him nowhere. 

“Yes. Well anyway, she has a daughter. The prettiest little thing I’ve ever seen.” 

Seokjin inwardly groaned, tipping his head back to stare at the ceiling, looking for a miracle. 

“She’s lived abroad for the past few years. For work. She’s a food blogger. A nutritionist! Isn’t that amazing?” 

With his eyes scrunched closed, he responded as enthusiastically as he could manage. Which wasn’t very. “Yeah, amazing.” 

“Anyway, she’s back home now. For good. And her mother’s let it slip that she’s looking to settle down, find Mr. Right.” 

‘Let slip.’ He doubted that. His mom and this Mrs. Kang had obviously been conspiring. 

“That’s nice for her. I hope she finds someone soon.” 

“Seokjin.” His mother’s voice was now low with warning. 

He sighed in defeat, unable to keep acting clueless. “Mom, I can’t right now.” 

“Why not?” she exasperated. 

Because I have a pregnant… he started to respond in his mind, but then stopped. What could he even call you? 

Not that it mattered. He couldn’t tell her yet anyway. He wanted you by his side when he did, and until you were comfortable enough to let not only his family know, but yours too, that wouldn’t be happening. So now he had to try and get out of this date some other way. 

“I’m just so busy.” 

It wasn’t a lie. He spent his days in work and when he could, his evenings with you. 

“So busy you can’t even spare a few hours to have dinner with someone who could turn out to be your future wife?” 

Seokjin bit back a snort. “Yeah, that busy.” 

“I know that’s a lie, Seokjin. Hoseok already gave me your schedule for this week.” 

“Oh, he did?” 

He’d conveniently kept that quiet when Seokjin had played golf with him all day yesterday… 

In his ear, his mom sighed. “It’s been so long since I set you up on a date. I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” 

In her defence, yes, she had. For her. She hadn’t meddled in his love life (or more accurately, lack of love life) since last summer. She’d lasted almost a year. It was commendable – almost. 

He shook his head resolutely. “I can’t go on a date with anyone.” 

That determination must have been heard in his voice too because there was a beat of silence, and then his mother asked suspiciously, “Why?” Before he could think of a reason, she was squealing, the high-pitched noise piercing his eardrum. “Oh my—Seokjinie, are you dating somebody?” 

Still wincing from her assault, he tried to correct her. “No, mom—” 

“You are, aren’t you?” she cut in excitedly. 

“No, I’m not. Please,” he breathed, trying to calm her down, while simultaneously feeling frustrated because he couldn’t explain the truth. “I’m not dating anyone.” 

Technically though, it was the truth. What you and he were doing was more than that, yet at the same time, it could very well be less. If that made any sense at all. No, he shouldn’t think like that. Let his doubts take over yet again. You were both on the same page. This both meant something to you. You’d already cleared that up over a week ago after dinner with Yuna and Jimin. 

“I just…” Seokjin tried again, rubbing a palm over his temple. “I’m not in the right headspace right now. I have a lot going on.” 

Again, that was technically the truth. He did have a lot going on. 

“But Seokjin, this will be great for you. Suzie could be the one.” 

“Considering I know nothing about her other than she’s a nutritionist and Mrs. Kang from luncheon club’s daughter, I don’t think Suzie is.” 

“Enough.” His mom obviously hadn’t appreciated his sarcasm. “Me and your father just want you to be happy. Like your brother is.” 

“I am happy,” he laughed absurdly. Then, trying to back his own corner, he added, “You can’t deny it, mom. Even you said so yourself!” She’d commented a number of times over the weeks how Seokjin seemed lighter and more content than usual. 

“But it’s not because you’re in a relationship,” she said slowly, as if trying to understand. 

“No. I don’t need a reason like that to be happy.” 

However, while it was true, he felt a little like a fraud. He couldn’t deny his recent spike in happiness was because of you and the baby. In a few months he was going to become a father. Things with you, despite his insecurities, were becoming more promising as the days went by. 

And just like that, the guilt set in. It hadn’t felt like a secret until now, just a piece of information he’d neglected to mention. He wanted to tell his mom about you, knowing that she would adore you in no time. His mom was the sweetest person he knew. Of course, the initial shock would be a lot, he wasn’t stupid. This wasn’t how she’d imagined things to go for him, just like he had never imagined it either, but once the news had settled in, once she wrapped her head around everything, there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she wouldn’t welcome you with open arms. 

“But Seokjin,” his mom was saying now, “it’s been so long since you’ve had a girlfriend. Like a serious, steady girlfriend. Remember Naeun?” 

“We weren’t that serious,” he sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, the face of the last women he’d dated properly appearing in his mind. 

“You took her to the beach house.” 

“Only because you wouldn’t stop begging.” 

And we broke up a couple of weeks later…

His mother sighed wistfully. “Whatever happened to her?”

“I don’t know. We haven’t spoken since we split up.” 

“Oh, that’s a shame.” 

Seokjin gave a noncommittal hum in response, opening his mouth to try and escape this phone call, but she beat him to it. 

“So, Suzie. Can I pass your number over?” 

“No,” he exclaimed with a frustrated laugh. “I’m not going on any dates.” 

“Please, Seokjin.” 

“No. Not right now.” 

She was like a dog with a bone when she got an idea inside her head. 

“Just say you’ll think about it,” she tried to wheedle. 

After a moment or two, he gave in, just for a brief respite. “Fine. I’ll think about it.” 

Think about how to get out of saying yes, that was…

She squealed happily. “That’s great. Let me know your answer tomorrow!”

What?! 

“Mo—”

“I’ve got to go. Me and your father are going out for lunch. I love you, bye! I’ll tell him you said hi.” 

Defeated, he let it go, telling her he loved her too before hanging up. Phone gripped in his hand, he leaned back in his chair again, closing his eyes. He could feel a migraine setting in. 

.

.

“What?” you asked, bemused by Seokjin’s playful smirk as you made your way back to him on the couch. 

It was Monday evening, and, just like you’d been doing for the past couple of weeks, you’d joined him over at his place to help share his grandmother’s leftovers. It was fast becoming the highlight of your week – that woman could cook! Food always tasted better when someone else made it, and seeing as you hadn’t joined your father and stepmom for dinner lately, this was all you’d been getting. 

“What kind of water jet was that?” he asked before barking out a laugh. “I thought you were going to come through my ceiling.” 

“Jin!” you cried, absolutely mortified. You’d been peeing more than usual lately, which was mainly due to you trying to drink more water, but you’d also read that your uterus had long started to push on your bladder, so when you needed to go, you needed to go… Sometimes the flow was urgent, forceful. You just hadn’t realised Seokjin might be able to hear it. 

When he continued to laugh like it was the funniest thing in the whole world, you stopped abruptly, an arm’s reach from him, brows pinched together. When he realised you were annoyed, his laughter softened, but it didn’t disappear altogether. He outstretched a hand.  “Come here, I’m only teasing.” His voice was gentle, wheedling. 

You crossed your arms. “No.” 

With a whine, he lunged forward, grabbing you by the waist. “I said come here.” 

Against your better judgement, a smile tugged the corners of your lips before you let out a squeal when you found yourself dropping into his lap. It wasn’t the straddling you’d once imagined. Instead, your butt found purchase just above one knee, your legs resting over the other. Still, it was nice, even if you had to try and seem indifferent. 

“I need to go home now,” you informed him, trying your best to keep your lips a firm line. 

“No, not yet.” Seokjin squeezed his arms around your waist, and frustratingly, your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, betraying you. 

You tried again. “It’s not your decision.” 

His eyebrows ticked up, his plump lips twisting. “Seeing as I’m the one driving, yes, it is.” 

“I’ll get an Uber.” 

“No, you won’t.” 

Instant warmth started to spread through you when his lips found yours, his smile widening when you pressed harder. He’d won, and he knew it. He was weaponising kissing, which was frustrating, especially considering kissing him was already dangerous enough. Ever since you’d agreed to take things slow, i.e., not have sex, you’d both been actively and obviously, avoiding temptation. If either tongue went even a millimetre too far, it was over. Done. You’d draw apart and awkwardly try to start conversation about something mundane like work or the weather. 

It was tough, don’t get you wrong. You wanted nothing more than to shove your tongue so far down his throat you felt his uvula – well, not really, but you got the picture. You wanted his hands on you, his mouth on you, his di­—Okay, time to stop. Yuna hadn’t been the best moral support at first. “You don’t have to have full sex. Maybe he can just finger you a bit,” she’d suggested unhelpfully the day after dinner. You both had known getting to second base would never be enough, nor could neither you or Seokjin stop at that. So, as much as you’d love to be reacquainted with those talented, long fingers, you held strong and hadn’t initiated anything. Seokjin was right, if you wanted this thing to become something concrete and definable, being careful was a must. 

Besides, you still had your imagination. And your small collection of sex toys. You’d recently upgraded. Your purple bullet vibrator had served you well, but the pink glittery dildo that had arrived at your door in an unassuming brown box last week, now served you even better. You had no clue why pregnancy made a person so aroused, but then again, not every pregnant person had Seokjin as their baby’s father. You doubted they were going through the same thing as you. It was torture, and you were living it day-in day-out. (You made a mental note to google whether or not pregnancy also made you highly dramatic, because right now you were channelling your inner Yuna. God, that was a thought. Yuna pregnant. She would be insufferable.) 

Mid-kiss, you felt Seokjin’s smart watch vibrate against the small of your back, signalling he had a message. You lamented the loss of his lips as he broke away and lifted his wrist up to check. His relaxed expression quickly hardened as he read whatever the text said, his jaw tightening. Then, as if by magic, or just with inspiring self-control, he smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your waist again. 

“Who is it?” you asked curiously, fingertips unconsciously stroking the back of his neck. Sometimes it was strange to think how natural it had become to touch Seokjin like this. You couldn’t pinpoint the exact time of change, which told you it had happened gradually, imperceptibly, and now it was just the norm. 

For a second, you thought he might not answer, his hesitation visible. “My mom.” 

“Aren’t you going to text her back?” 

You hadn’t been expecting that answer, just because his reaction to whatever her message had said was the complete opposite of his reactions whenever he spoke about her. It was glaringly obvious that Seokjin loved and adored his mother, which should be a given for every man but often wasn’t. His disgruntled expression made you think something must have happened today. Maybe they’d had an argument. 

“Later,” he brushed off, leaning into kiss you again, but you pulled back slightly. Something was wrong with him. You could feel how tense his shoulders were under your arms. Not even having to use words, he answered your silent question – albeit it reluctantly. “She’s, uh…” 

No, scrap that. Not reluctant, awkward. 

He sucked in a breath. “She’s trying to make me go on some date.” 

“Oh.” 

You blinked, caught off guard. This suddenly seemed like an odd conversation to have while you were sitting across his lap, Glob’s finally growing home butting against his stomach.  

“It’s what she does,” he sighed exhaustedly, rubbing a hand up and down your back as if he thought you needed comforting. You didn’t. “Every once in a while.” 

You raised both eyebrows, the revelation mildly amusing. “Your mom sets you up on blind dates?” When he nodded, you laughed. Now your fingers were running through the long strands of his thick, tousled hair. “That’s pretty adorable.” “Yeah?” He seemed uncertain. “Adorable isn’t the word I’d use.” 

You sensed his displeasure again, but your mouth was moving without much thought. “Well? What did you tell her?” 

He stared at you as if you’d grown two heads. “No, obviously.” 

Even though it was obvious, you still felt elated. 

Seokjin ran a hand over your back again, catching your bra, although he didn’t notice. In fact, he was talking again, fingertips absentmindedly playing with the clasp, totally clueless. Your body was lighting up, but you ignored his touch with every fibre of your being, close to straining. “Only, she’s not taking it well. She thinks I don’t have a good enough excuse.” 

“What, a secret pregnant woman taking up your time doesn’t cut it?” you joked, then saw the look of dismay on his face. “I’m kidding!” 

He still looked panicked. “I didn’t tell her. Should I have? I thought we were waiting.” 

“No, we are,” you reassured, feeling a little sick now with the reminder that still neither of your families knew about your pregnancy. 

A few weeks ago, you’d been happy enough for Seokjin to let his parents know, but then he’d gotten it into his head to tell them together and now you were stalling for time. You didn’t know why. Apprehension more than anything. But also, telling his parents also meant you had to tell your father and Yeonja… Right now, you and Seokjin were in your own happy little bubble, the company of your annoying friends (yes, that meant Yuna and Jungkook) enough. You didn’t want that to change. You didn’t want what you’d so carefully built to change…

“I said I was too busy,” Seokjin was carrying on, pulling you out of your doom spiral. “But she’d already gotten Hoseok to give her my schedule…” 

“She sounds…determined.” 

“That’s one word to describe her.” 

“So, how many of these dates have you been on over the years?” you asked, more than curious to learn more. 

He visibly racked his brains. “At least a dozen? I limit her to once or twice a year. If she had her way, it would be every week until it works and I’m madly in love and married.” 

Just the thought of Seokjin falling in love with someone and marrying them brought out something primal in you. Something possessive. You swallowed the feeling down. Thankfully that had happened yet, else you wouldn’t be here right now, giving him a dead leg as your butt cut off the blood flow. 

“You’ve never had a successful date?” you asked as he readjusted you. 

“Not set up by my mom, no. Then again,” he muttered, “I don’t go on dates any other way.” 

“So either your mom has terrible taste or you have secret high standards,” you accused, pointing a finger at his chest. 

“I don’t,” he said, a smile playing on his mouth as he wrapped his fingers around your reproachful one. “And the women she chooses are perfectly fine, I just…” He shrugged, trailing off. Then, as if he remembered something, his eyebrows lifted. “Well, there was one” 

That possessive feeling came back with a vengeance. 

“We dated for a couple of months, but it fizzled out.” 

“When?” 

You already knew that Seokjin hadn’t had much relationship experience in recent years. Not properly anyway, ever since a serious relationship ended not long after AGS started to take off. Similar to you. Only the end of your relationship wasn’t because you were fast on your way to becoming a multimillionaire with no spare time to concentrate on love. No, the end of your three-year relationship with Taehyung had ended because he’d wanted to get married and have children ASAP, essentially turning you into a stay-at-home mom – not that there was anything wrong with that, if it’s what someone wanted, but that was precisely the issue. You hadn’t wanted that. You’d only recently graduated, your career just starting. Marriage and babies were the last thing on your mind, even if you did eventually want that with him. But he hadn’t been willing to wait no matter how hard you’d begged him too… 

“A couple of years ago,” Seokjin replied to your question. 

“What was her name?” 

“Naeun.” 

“Why did it fizzle out?”

You were practically interrogating him at this point. If he thought the same, he didn’t let on, answering you without hesitation. 

“Me. I was caught up with work, didn’t really make time for her.” He sounded regretful, embarrassed even, by his past actions. 

You on the other hand were puzzled. In these past few months, Seokjin had never once neglected you. Sure, he was insanely busy most of the time, but he always took time out of his day to text and call you, and when he could, see you in person. Like now. The guy could probably be catching up on some well-deserved sleep right now, but instead he’d invited you over. Then again, you were carrying his baby, so his responsibilities were different. Maybe if you were simply just dating, you’d end up like another Naeun… You mentally shook your head. Why were you thinking that? If it wasn’t for Glob, you and Seokjin would never have seen one another again. Dating wouldn’t have been an option. 

“Well, you never know,” you smiled playfully. “Maybe this next one could be the one.” 

He simply stared at you in response, unimpressed. 

You opened your mouth again. “You should go” 

“What?”

Now you were truly certain that you had two heads. 

You shrugged, sliding your fingers from his hair. They’d somehow been tangled in there this entire time. “If your mom won’t take no for an answer.” You held his gaze, hating that your next question sounded so vulnerable. “It’s just dinner, right?” 

“Well, yeah,” he replied awkwardly. 

“Then, what does it matter?” You tried to sound unbothered. Inside, you were slapping yourself silly. Were you really sending him on a date? 

“It doesn’t, I guess,” he agreed after a moment. Then he sighed. “It just seems like a waste of my time, though. I could be doing something else with my evenings.” His eyes found yours and you tried to keep your mind out of the gutter. “And…well, I don’t want to waste hers, either. She’s looking for ‘Mr. Right’ or whatever.” You couldn’t explain why Seokjin using air quotes was so amusing. 

“You never know, that might be you.” 

“____,” he warned lowly. 

“Okay. I’m just teasing.” You laughed, but it sounded a little forced. Clearing your throat, you leaned in and rubbed his shoulders comfortingly. “I just thought… If you go on this date, your mom will be pacified for the rest of the year.”

He tilted his chin, thinking your words through. One of his hands slid to your stomach, rubbing your tiny bump. “We could just…tell her about…” He continued his movements, letting them do the talking. 

“I just…” You swallowed the lump in your throat, anxiety washing over you in waves. “She won’t be expecting it now.” 

“She’ll never be expecting it,” he said with a slight chuckle. 

“I know that, it’s just…” 

Rationally, you knew the longer you put it off, the worse this feeling would get. You’d been psyching yourself up ever since Glob’s 12-week scan, but tonight felt like you’d walked into a massive brick wall. You’d just learned his mom liked to set him up on dates in her free time. What type of women were they? Could you have ever possibly made the cut? You doubted it. They were probably all high-flying jet-setters, rich and beautiful. Just imagining his mother’s reaction when he turned up with you at her door, nearly four months pregnant to top it all off, made you feel physically sick. Then again, maybe that was your insecurities talking. Time and time again, Seokjin had reassured you his mother was a lovely, non-judgemental person. You had no reason to disbelief him. It didn’t make sense. 

“All right,” Seokjin said softly, obviously reading your torn expression. He surprised you by hugging you. “We don’t have to right now.”

You immediately felt guilty, pressing the side of your face into his chest. You could feel and hear his steady heartbeat. “Seokjin, I’m sorry.” At this point, he should have started feeling irritated at you, instead he was being nothing but understanding. “I don’t know why I’m so worried.” 

“I know it’s nerve-wracking. I’m nervous about it too.” 

His words reassured you. His next ones, not so much. 

“I’ll go on the date. You’re right, at least I’ll be free for the rest of the year after this.” 

You had been the one to suggest it, but you knew deep down it was a stupid idea. You lifted your head. “Are you sure?” 

“It’s just dinner,” he shrugged. “I’ll eat, be polite, then leave,’ he added simply. 

Despite your mood, that made you snort. 

“What?” he questioned, bewildered. 

“I’m starting to understand why your dates never work out… Your priorities are all mixed up.” 

The next evening, you were at home. 

Work had been particularly demanding today, just one of those days you guessed, so as soon as you’d gotten in, you’d rushed straight for the bathroom. Emptying your bladder first and foremost, and then running yourself a bubble bath. Now, you were in your comfiest pyjama set, the elastic waistband stretchy enough as not to dig into your slowly protruding stomach. You needed to think about making something to eat, but you were in dire need of groceries, never getting a chance on the weekend with Yuna’s dress hunt. She’d finally found something promising on Saturday, a sleeved, classic white dress with a beautifully detailed lace overlay. You were going back this weekend to try it again, so fingers crossed it was the one. Hopefully the torture would be over soon, but then again, after the wedding dress, the bridesmaid dress hunt would begin and that was going to be just as bad. Especially with your developing body. You’d be unable to try anything on and would have to wing it come April. 

You were hovering inside your kitchen when your phone started to ring from its place on the couch. It was Seokjin, and you picked up as quickly as you could.

“Hey, angel,” he greeted, catching you momentarily off guard. He’d never actually said the word out loud – or at least, in that kind of context. As in, not joking around. 

You ignored the butterflies and asked a pressing question. “Why are you calling me so early?” 

He laughed. “Do I need a reason?” 

“No, but…” You trailed off. He didn’t need one, no, it was just he usually only called after 9pm. You’d catch up for twenty minutes, maybe slightly longer, and then you’d go to bed. Recently, you were already in bed when you picked up his call. Your energy had bounced back since you’d entered your second trimester but come the evenings you were exhausted and couldn’t wait to fall asleep. 

“I was just wondering if you’re at home?”

“Yeah, I’m at home,’ you smiled, wrinkling your nose in confusion. Where else would you be? 

“Have you eaten yet?” 

“I was just searching my fridge for the fourth time this hour,” you sighed, ready to complain about your lack of groceries before you heard a knock at the door. “Oh, wait. Someone’s at the door. Hang on.” 

You shuffled into the hallway, your feet not wanting to participate, as you wondered who it could be. Another delivery? Had you ordered an additional vibrator in a hazy orgasm-fuelled hunger? You didn’t think so, but last night after you’d gotten home had been a pretty wild night with Sergio – the fitting name you’d gifted your glittery dildo. 

When you opened the door, your curiosity soon turned to bafflement. Seokjin was stood in front of you, still in his work suit, phone to his ear, his other hand holding a bag, the name of a fried chicken place just down the street from you printed across it. He tilted his head questioningly. “Who you on the phone to?” His voice filled the entryway and buzzed in your ear at the same time. 

“What the hell, Seokjin,” you laughed, hanging up quickly. “What would you have done if I wasn’t home?” (Not really a possibility, but still.) 

He stepped inside, kicking off his shoes. “Good question. I don’t know.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “And if I’d already eaten?” But you were already eyeing up the hidden contents of the plastic bag, the aroma of fried chicken giving you hunger pangs. 

“Not the worst thing,” he shrugged. “I haven’t eaten properly all day, I’m sure I could manage all this.” He shook the bag, cruelly teasing you now, but then he was stepping closer, his sock covered toes practically butting yours. “Hey,” he smiled slowly, leaning in to kiss you. 

“Hey,” you smiled back once he’d pulled away. 

“I’ll get the plates. Go sit,” he ordered gently, his hand spreading over the small of your back to nudge you forward. 

What a lovely surprise. You were grinning like an idiot as you parked your butt down on the couch and waited. 

“Did you have a busy day?” you called to him, taking the bag of food Seokjin had left in the living room, beginning to pull everything out. You probably didn’t need plates. You were going to inhale everything immediately. 

“Meetings,” he groaned from the kitchen. “So many of them. How was your day?” 

You could hear a cupboard opening, plates and glasses clanking, then the tap running as he poured you some water. It made you unexplainably happy to know he knew his way around your kitchen. 

“Not amazing,” you replied. “The client I thought was perfectly normal is actually a pretty persistent, whiny bitch. He’s been emailing be constantly for the past two days.” 

Seokjin appeared in the gap between your kitchen and living room, plates in hand, a slight frown on his face. “He’s not being rude, is he?” 

“No, he’s just… He wants to be updated on every miniscule step.” It was exhausting, to be honest, and very, very annoying. If he carried on like this, it wouldn’t be long before you ended up telling him to stick his personal trainer logo where the sun doesn’t shine. You took the plates from Seokjin, placing them on the coffee table as he went back for the drinks.  

“He doesn’t understand that he’s dealing with a very hormonal pregnant woman,” you continued when Seokjin sat down beside you. You enjoyed eating on Seokjin’s coffee table so much at his place, you’d started doing it here too. 

“Sucks to be him when he finds out,” snorted Seokjin, leaning down to speak to your stomach, his fingers grazing you softly. “And hello Glob, how was your day?” It had become a habit now, eager for your baby to recognise both your voices. 

“They’ve been an absolute menace today,” you informed him, covering his hand with one of yours, while the other impatiently reached for a piece of chicken. “I had to excuse myself at least five times to go fart in the hallway.” 

Seokjin immediately burst into laughter, much to your chagrin.   

“It’s not funny,” you rebuked, mid-chew. “It’s embarrassing.” 

“Everyone has gas,” he reasoned, trying to be sympathetic but it wasn’t working when he had tears of laughter in his eyes. 

“Not everyone sounds like a motorcycle taking off,” you grumbled, licking your fingers after making short work of that chicken.

Seokjin reached over you, piling his plate high. “You haven’t been blessed with Jungkook’s company enough.” 

You were nearly done eating when Seokjin started to shift uncomfortably, fidgeting almost. 

“I, uh,” he spoke, itching the side of his neck. An irritated red patch started to appear. “I let my mom know I’ll go on the date.” A pause. “It’s happening tomorrow night.” 

You tried not to let your eyes bulge. Tomorrow? You thought you had at least until the weekend to prepare yourself. 

“She acts fast,” you heard yourself say. Then, forced a joke. “And I thought Yeonja was bad…” 

Seokjin’s mouth quirked slightly as he finished off his chicken. 

“Then again,” you continued. “I guess I’m not in her company enough for her to start setting me up with God knows who.” Your laugh in no way sounded natural, too high-pitched. “Where are you taking her?” 

You wondered what this mystery woman’s name was, but quickly stopped yourself from asking. The less you knew the better. 

Seokjin shrugged. “I just picked this random place I’ve been to a couple of times.” 

“Nice,” you said, nodding your head slightly, looking down at your lap. Suddenly things felt awkward. 

That feeling didn’t shift for the next hour. You grew less talkative, pretending you were really into a random TV show that you’d flicked onto. In reality, you kept thinking about tomorrow night. Seokjin dressed up nice, at a restaurant, on a date. While you’d be at home probably waiting for a bowel movement. 

When it was time for him to leave, you followed him to the door, practically trudging. 

“Do I get a kiss goodbye?” he asked hopefully. 

It had become something of a little joke between you now, Seokjin always saying it when you said goodbye to one another, but it failed to put a smile on your face tonight. Still, you lifted your chin in silent permission, but you hardly kissed him back when he leaned in. 

With a soft sigh, he stroked your cheek with his hand, his fingertips tickling the shell of your ear. “____, I don’t have to go on this date.” 

“No, it’s fine.” You shook your head. “I said for you to go. I’m just being…” With a frustrated groan, you went silent. You were frustrated at yourself. You had no right to feel like this when you had been the one to tell him to go. 

“I can literally text her right now and cancel,” he continued, pulling out his phone from his pants pocket. 

“No,” you burst out, wrapping your hand around his wrist. “Don’t.” You sighed, rubbing your forehead, trying to make sense of your emotions. “This is her first date looking for something serious, right? If you cancelled, it would only discourage her.” 

Suddenly you cared a lot about this nameless woman’s feelings too.  

Seokjin barked a laugh. “It’s not going to go anywhere, so won’t that discourage her too?”

You levelled your gaze at him. “A mediocre date is better than the date cancelling last minute.” 

At least, you thought so, but maybe your reasoning didn’t make sense. 

“It’s not last minute.” – Seokjin glanced at his watch – “It’s twenty-three hours to go.” When you groaned, he pointed out smartly: “The worst thing I could do is stand her up, and I’m not going to do that.” 

“Stop,” you sighed. 

“Stop what?’ he laughed in frustration. “This makes no sense. She’s going on a date with a guy who’s hiding a pregnant—” He closed his mouth quickly, awkwardly dropping his gaze to slip his phone back into his pocket. 

You ignored the way your skin prickled. You didn’t blame him for shutting up like that. What could he call you? You guys were in some kind of limbo. There wasn’t a suitable word to describe your situation, despite how natural it felt most times. 

“It’s not doing wonders for my conscience, that’s all,” he admitted reluctantly, and you felt a pang of sympathy for him.

That’s what this was about? He felt guilty for deceiving someone. You brushed your own apprehensions, wrapping your arms around his waist. In a couple of weeks her date with Seokjin would be a distant memory, at the end of the day it wouldn’t matter. 

“That’s because you’re a really great guy,” you smiled up at him reassuringly. 

He cocked an eyebrow, sceptical as hell. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” you insisted, fisting the back of his shirt and shaking him gently. 

Seokjin draped his arms over your shoulders, kissing you again. When he pulled away, his eyes still looked unsure. “Are you sure you’re okay with it?” 

“I’m fine,” you reassured. “Honestly.” 

“Okay,” he sighed reluctantly. 

“Okay,” you forced a grin, quickly kissing him once more. “Bye.” 

“Bye.” He crouched down, whispering to Glob too. “Bye baby.”

The next morning, Seokjin surprised you by asking to meet for lunch. You didn’t think you’d be seeing him again until tomorrow, but you weren’t complaining, obviously. You took the time to find out a little more about his date. Last night before you’d gone to sleep, you’d called Yuna and filled her in on the latest revelations. She’d been uncharacteristically speechless, before admonishing: “It’s basically one step forward, two steps backwards with you two!” You understood why she thought that, but it wasn’t like that at all. This date was just saving Seokjin from his mom’s nagging while simultaneously buying you time before you had to tell her the truth. Although, telling Yuna about everything unfortunately didn’t save you from her nagging. She’d been in your ear for ten minutes; in disbelief you hadn’t demanded every single detail from Seokjin. Name. Occupation. The time of dinner. The name of the restaurant. Her list would have gone on, but you sternly put a stop to it. 

However, this morning you’d woken up with Yuna’s voice still ringing in your ears. On second thought, it did make sense to put a name to the stranger who was going on a date with your…baby’s father… It also made sense to know where they were going to eat, for you know, safety reasons…

At first Seokjin tried to pretend as though he couldn’t remember her name, but you knew he was lying in an attempt to save your feelings. Which was stupid, her name wasn’t going to do anything to you. (Even though yes, you would soon find out, Suzie would be buzzing around your brain all day, so who was the fool?) She was a food blogger, and the restaurant had some fancy name you couldn’t repeat, so you ended up forgetting it almost immediately. They had reservations for 8:30. If Seokjin was wondering about your newfound avid interest in tonight, he didn’t bring it up. Which you were thankful for. 

When he insisted on walking you back to work, you keenly accepted, taking his hand and tugging him down the alley between Artkive’s building and the dog grooming shop next door when you arrived. 

“Where are we going?” he wondered, expelling a shocked breath when you circled your arms around his waist, under his jacket, tugging him to you in an attempt to make him back you against the wall. You were losing your mind. 

“Woah—” He tripped, not expecting your force, and placed a hand out in front of him, practically slapping the brick with his palm. 

“I’m giving you a kiss goodbye,” you grinned up at him before lunging. 

He was so taken back, it took a few seconds for him to reciprocate, but when you pressed your mouth harder against his, your tongue pushing past the seam of his lips, he woke up. The hand not braced against the wall, gripped your hip, squeezing firmly as he tilted his head and kissed you with determination, making you sigh in delight. 

You fisted his shirt before letting your hands explore the expanse of his back, then you let one travel to his stomach, feeling the covered muscles ripple under your chest. He let out a muffled moan, his tongue moving deeper into your mouth, and you started to get a little too excited. You hadn’t made out like this since the whole romper-breastmilk fiasco, which he had been polite enough not to mention again. However, you were acutely aware you were outside in broad daylight. In an alleyway, yes, but still mere footsteps away from your place of work. Seokjin on the other hand was gone. 

The hand on the wall moved to your back, sliding down before it cupped your ass. If your eyes hadn’t been closed, they would be bulging in shock. You didn’t recall him ever doing this before, except for That Night of course. He pressed you flush against him, grunting, and that’s when you felt it. His dick was hard. Very hard. You needed to big up your kissing skills more. You might be terrible at flirting, but your lips knew what they were doing. Obviously. 

Needing to come up for air, you gasped for it like a fish out of water, all the while Seokjin’s mouth pressed and moulded against your cheek and jaw. You clung to him, legs close to collapse, thinking if he were to ask to have you right here, right now, you very well might agree. But mercifully, just before his lips glided to your neck, he stopped, practically tearing himself away. 

You stared at him wide-eyed, your chest heaving slightly, as he panted for breath. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused weakly, before puffing out an incredulous laugh. 

No way. He was trying to kill you. 

You bit down on your lip, not trusting yourself to speak properly until you took a deep breath. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” you managed finally, your attempt at sounding unaffected failing miserably. 

He leaned in with a smirk, his mouth ghosting yours. When he replied his voice was low and far too sexy and devastating for 2pm on a Wednesday. “Oh, definitely.” 

Your eyebrows lifted. Should you take that as a warning? 

You lifted yourself off the wall, putting trust in your legs. The area between them was hot, pulsing erratically. “Okay,” you breathed, plastering a what you hoped was a relaxed smile on your face. “Then, bye.” 

Seokjin blinked, gathering himself together, and returned his own very tense relaxed smile. “Bye.” He leaned down. “Bye, Globby.” 

It would have been cute if he hadn’t followed it up with a subtle-not-so-subtle dick rearrangement. You looked down at his crotch, he wasn’t fooling anyone. He had an impressive enough bulge flaccid, so erect he was even more eye catching. In the end, a gave up and took off his jacket, draping it over his arm to conceal the issue. 

“Enjoy your date,” you winked, then immediately regretted it, but waved him off all the same. 

He lifted his hand, a small smile on his flushed face, and then he was gone. 

You stayed down the alley for a minute or two, cooling down before you walked into the building. Somehow, you’d both been overly affected by that kiss, even though you’d only wanted to give him something to think about at dinner. You know, just to remind him what he had at home. A pregnant woman who he was sort of dating, sort of wasn’t, who he couldn’t even have sex with because you were taking things slow. You were a catch, right? 

“Good afternoon,” you smiled warmly at the security guard, even though your knees were still knocking together. 

He gave you a slightly odd look before greeting you back. 

You realised why when you slipped into the restroom before entering the office, in need of an urgent pee. Looking in the mirror as you washed your hands, you found your lipstick smudged around your mouth. You’d reapplied it after lunch, which had obviously been a mistake. But then again, you hadn’t been expecting to jump Seokjin down an alleyway when you’d done it. 

You cleaned yourself up and quickly got out your phone. How neither of you had noticed afterwards was beyond you, but then again, you both hadn’t been the most lucid after that kiss. You rushed out a text, and by the time you’d gotten to your desk, slightly breathless, Seokjin had replied. 

You may need to wipe your mouth… Sorry! 

Seokjin 2:02pm 

I don’t want to. Do you think I can pull it off?

You smiled to yourself, laughing silently. 

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You were no longer smiling or laughing a few hours later. 

“You literally sent him on his date horny! What were you thinking?!” Yuna cried, all bug-eyed. 

“What? No, I didn’t!” you exclaimed incredulously. “He had my lipstick all over his mouth and he said he didn’t want to wipe it off.” 

She snorted. “Flex.” 

You shot her a glare, beginning to regret inviting her over tonight. The need for distraction was at desperate levels by the time you got home from work, anything to just not think about Seokjin on a date with another woman. However, that was all Yuna seemed to want to talk about. She was still mad at you for your “dumb decision.” 

Speaking of dumb decisions. 

“Let’s look her up on Instagram.” Yuna was already grabbing her phone. 

“No, let’s not do that. It’s weird.” 

But not as weird as her idea for her and Jimin to spy on him at the restaurant. (In disguises of course – as if that made it any better.) Thankfully the name had been too complicated for you to remember because she’d already told Jimin to cancel his plans for the night. Although, the mental image of Jimin wearing a fake moustache and Yuna in a blonde wig brought a chuckle to you. 

“How so?” Yuna asked, already on Instagram. “She’s a blogger, she wants people to search for her!” 

“I guess…” 

If you were being honest, you’d rather not know what she looked like, but then there was a part of you that was curious… Yuna’s reasoning seemed logical. 

“I’m doing it. What was her name again?”

“I don’t remember,” you muttered, getting second thoughts. 

She was already typing, saying the woman’s name aloud and slowly as she did so. “…Su…zie…Kang…” 

“Why ask if you remembered?” 

Yuna didn’t respond, but you could hear her nails tapping away at her phone screen. You didn’t dare look, finding the strings of your hoody suddenly very interesting. 

“Oh, wow.” 

“What?” Your head snapped up, not liking the tone of your best friend’s voice. “What is it?” 

Yuna looked up and lifted an impressed eyebrow. “She’s hot.” 

“Let me see,” you snapped, snatching the phone from her hand. 

You scrolled, feeling your stomach sink immediately. She was hot. Beautiful, really. Had a body to die for, a smile that left you dazed. She looked like fun, if her photos hanging out with friends were anything to go by, the life of the party. You hated parties. They were your worst nightmare. To top it all off, she was obviously a kind, good person too, a frequent volunteer at an animal shelter. 

“Yeah, if that’s your type,” you shrugged indifferently, passing the phone back to Yuna and swallowing your bitterness. 

“She’s definitely mine,” Yuna replied, mouth opening, practically drooling. She scrolled back to the top of Suzie’s account, and you noticed she had 2 million followers. Great. 

“We could be looking at Glob’s future stepmom right now.” 

You stared at Yuna, unimpressed. “Why would you say that?” 

She was joking of course, you knew that, but it still didn’t make you feel any better. Although, it was your own fault. You’d been acting unbothered by this date ever since you told her. Inside, you were anything but. You were Bothered with a capital, bolded, italicised, underlined B. It had taken you this long to admit it to yourself fully. 

“Because my best friend’s an idiot who sends her man off on a date with someone else for no good reason!” Yuna criticised. 

She wasn’t wrong. But instead, you shook her away. “He’s not my man.” 

She made a loud noise of disbelief. “How else would you describe whatever the hell’s going on with you two?” She started counting on her fingers. “He’s the father of your baby, he spends all his free time with you, he kisses you, he feels your ass…” 

You knew she’d use this afternoon’s public make out session against you! 

“He’s yours,” she stressed slowly. Your chest felt warm all of a sudden. “He basically said you’re building a foundation right now, and you agreed. At least, I thought you did until you sent him into this Goddess’s arms!” She held up her phone, food blogger Suzie’s beaming face mocking you. 

You no longer felt warm. Your voice was small when you asked: “You don’t think I’m a Goddess?” 

Yuna’s face fell, finally realising that maybe you weren’t as okay as you claimed you were with all of this. “No. No, that’s not what I’m saying.” She dropped her phone to the side of the couch, looking beside herself as she clung to you. “You are the Goddess of all Goddesses. Especially with this pregnancy glow going on.” She waved her arms, gesturing over your slouched and very cynical form. “You’ve never been hotter. Seokjin would be a fool to get lured.” 

“You’ve changed your tune.” You were unsure why you suddenly felt so insecure. 

“He’s head over heels for you! I’ve been saying it since day 1!” 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. 

Yuna rested her head on your shoulder. “Ignore me. I’m sorry,” she apologised softly. 

You managed a smile, taking her hand to give it a squeeze. It wasn’t Yuna you were mad at. It was yourself. Why the hell had you told Seokjin to go on a date?! It made no sense. Were you really that worried to let his family know? This was starting to feel like self-sabotage. 

“It’s dinner,” you heard yourself say, trying your best to reassure yourself. “What’s the worst that can happen?” 

Yuna lifted her head. “Well…” She paused, then rushed out: “He could have some unexplainable enigmatic connection with her, have mind-blowing sex with her at a hotel and end up getting her pregnant… Globby could get a sibling before they’re even born.” 

She just couldn’t help herself. But somehow it cheered you up. It was so ridiculous to hear out loud it was physically impossible not to start laughing. “You know Yuna, you don’t have to voice every single thought inside that mind of yours.” 

She grinned mischievously. “But would you love me the same?” Then she joined you in laughter.

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Yuna went home around 9pm and you had a shower, taking the time to shave your legs before getting ready for bed. You busied yourself with various creams, even painting your toenails (while you still could) as you watched YouTube on your iPad, anything to take your mind off where Seokjin was. Around an hour later, you finally climbed into bed and turned off all the lights, but no matter how long you laid there with your eyes closed, you couldn’t fall asleep. At eleven, you realised why. Seokjin always texted you goodnight. Your phone hadn’t buzzed at all tonight. 

With that realisation, you began to imagine the worst. It was stupid, and you knew that, but lying in the dark, it was easy for your thoughts to run away with you. Not that you didn’t trust Seokjin. You did. You didn’t actually think something could happen between him and this woman tonight. It was more so what you feared he might realise because of this date. 

What if he was so determined to do things ‘right’ that he was just deluding himself? What if he was trying to build something between the two of you that wasn’t really there? Trying to be a potential family only for Glob’s sake? 

You groaned, flinging your head back against the pillows. You were doing it again. Overthinking, catastrophising. It was obvious Seokjin felt something for you. Even you could see that. But the circumstances you were in made little niggles of doubt appear. 

You should have never told him to go on that date. 

What had you been thinking?! 

Sometime gone midnight, you’d finally managed to drift off into sleep. It hadn’t been the most rested, but you’d still managed to get in 6 hours according to the fitness app you used. You still weren’t feeling much better than you had the night before, and while still arguing with yourself to get out of bed, your phone pinged. Seokjin’s good morning angel did little to make you smile. In fact, you found yourself growing irritated with him. Unjustifiably, seeing as you’d been the one to send him to that stupid restaurant you still couldn’t remember the name of, but you couldn’t help it. 

That was it? No follow-up text? No phone call? He was just going to pretend as though last night didn’t happen? 

Frustrated at your emotions, you angrily got ready for work, not bothering to reply to him. When you got into the office and pulled out your phone from your purse, you saw you had another message from him and a missed call. Instead of reading it, or calling him back, you put your phone on silent and shoved it into your drawer. You had a busy day ahead of you no doubt, filled with more emails from your personal trainer friend… You’d call Seokjin at lunch. When hopefully you’d be in a better mood…

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The morning went fast, despite keeping yourself to yourself the entire time. Twenty minutes before lunch, you heard Mari gasp your name excitedly. “Oh, ____! Look who’s here!” 

Your head shot up from your computer. She was over by the reception desk, talking to Yeeun, which meant she had a clear view of the glass door leading into the room. You knew who it was instantly. Only one person could induce such a reaction from Mari. 

“Seokjin’s come to visit you!” 

The entire office – Seokjin’s Fanclub – started to buzz. You darted out of your seat as quickly as your legs could carry you. For some reason guilt and agitation were whirling around your stomach. 

“Let me open the door,” Yeeun rushed, standing up to leave her desk. 

You got to her just in time. “No.” It came out a lot sterner than you’d intended. You tried again, forcing a smile. “No, it’s fine Yeeun. I’ll go to him instead of interrupting everyone.” 

As you walked towards the door, you saw him stood outside, in a rusty brown shirt with cream polka dots. You’d never seen him wear that before. It looked good on him. But then you remembered you were still mad at him…because of something you’d done. He’d looked worried you realised belatedly, when his expression relaxed as he saw you approach. 

“What are you doing here?” you asked (more like demanded) once you’d opened the door and closed it behind you. 

He automatically reached for you in relief, his hands on your upper arms. “I’ve been trying to call you all morning. I was worried. I thought something bad had happened.” 

“My phone’s been on silent,” you replied, regret washing over you rapidly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think.” Of course he’d worry about you and the baby. You spoke every morning. 

Seokjin’s brows furrowed together, as if sensing something. “Is everything all right?” 

“Yeah,” you brushed off, feeling uncomfortable. God, this was a mess. 

“It’s just… Has your phone been on silent this entire time? I always message you in the morning.” He tilted his head, waiting for your answer. 

The words were out before you could stop them, sounding immature and accusing. 

“You always message me goodnight too.” 

Written 2022. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2022

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- SEVENTEEN FIC RECS

[♡]=personal favs, [♕]=smut, [☼]=fluff, [☁]=angst

↠ scoups

full seungcheollie masterlist

↠ jeonghan

full jeonghannie masterlist

↠ joshua

↳ breakfast in bed (jeonghan, joshua) by peachybun-bun — ♕ | 1.2k

↳ isohel by toruro — ☼, ☁ | 26.2k

fairytales can be rather misleading, can’t they? when you and your mother are ripped away from your life at the castle, you spend over a decade resenting the royalty. so naturally, when you find prince joshua at your doorstep, you’re more than eager to shut the door on him. but as your life takes twists and turns, you happen to find yourself in the arms of a man you never thought you’d have to see again.

↳ mr. nice guy by toruro — ♕ | 5.3k

you thought your next-door neighbor was just being polite when he offered to help you carry in your boxes the first time you saw him, but as you adjust to your new home, you start to notice that joshua’s nice in other ways too: nice eyes, nice smile, nice arms, nice fingers, probably nice di—okay you get the point. but just how long can you go with lusting after your neighbor before giving in to your very much not-nice desires? well, lucky for you, joshua also isn’t nearly as much of a gentleman as he likes to let on.

↠ jun

↳ stupid cupid by hansolmates — ☼, ♕ | 8.4k

After seeing your best friend get paired up through an alleged matchmaker, you can’t help but wonder about the credibility of his business. Wen Junhui, your resident Cupid, can’t help but take on the challenge of setting you up with Mr. Right. (Un)fortunately it seems like that person is right in front of you.

↠ hoshi

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↠ wonwoo

full wonu masterlist

↠ woozi

↳ don't sweat it by miraclewoozi — ♕, ☼ | 18k

Today — the first time in a small forever that he forgot to check the battery on his earphones (and subsequently had them die on him mid-workout) — Jihoon is forced to notice you.

↳ just us and the moon (till the sun starts waking) by 97-liners — ♕, ☁, ☼ | 10k

In which there’s two things you knew when you were entering this arrangement. One: Jihoon doesn’t like relationships. Two: You’re a damn fucking fool for Lee Jihoon.

↠ dokyeom

↳ civil affairs by bitchlessdino — ♕, ☁ | 7.7k

With the mutual understanding being cheated on, Seokmin finds solace in you, the beautiful stranger with ties to man that ruined his marriaged, Fortunately, light peeks out of the most inconvenient of circumstance.

↳ fireflies by chocosvt — ☁, ☼ | 12.6k

the time has come for prince seokmin to meet his arranged marriage, which forces you to confront a strange predicament: if you truly hate the prince, then why does the thought of him being with someone else hurt this badly?

↳ love scene by cheolhub — ♕ | 2.3k

you’re scared that seokmin might want to go separate ways after graduation, but he proves, in more ways than one, that he wants you. forever.

↳ the language of flowers by luvhaos — ☁, ☼ | 10k

you have a big, fat crush on the owner of the flower shop across the street but there are two pretty big problems: you’re pretty certain he has a girlfriend and both of your staff hate each other’s guts.

↳ yuck \ part 01 \ part 02 \ by hannieween — ♕ | 19.1k

how can you remain friends with benefits with someone who turns his plushies around during sex, pouts when you don't kiss him goodbye, and spends his time occupying your mind?

↠ mingyu

full mingoo masterlsit

↠ the8

↳ fixer upper by seungkwansphd — ♕, ☼ | 9.5k

you love your friends dearly, but do they really think that they can match make for their resident matchmaker? minghao’s certainly interesting, though, so maybe you can fix him up with someone else instead.

↠ seungkwan

↳ first by cheolism — ♕, ☼ | 5.8k

you and seungkwan were new to relationships, and netiher of you felt rushed to do anything. six months in, and you both still haven’t had sex. but then you start looking at his hands and thighs, and find you just can’t help yourself.

↳ office hours by seungkw1 — ♡, ♕ | 6.2k

↳ you got it all wrong (seungkwan, dino) by seokgyuu — ♡, ♕ | 10.7k

One night of careless drinking with your 13 closest friends leads to Chan and Seungkwan finally finding out you have a crush on them. How lucky you are that the feelings are mutual and that they want to show you just how much they worship you.

↠ vernon

↳ cuff (vernon, seungcheol, wonwoo) by smileysuh — ♕ | 4k

You and Vernon have been together forever, and your relationship is almost perfect… but it’s missing something. When the young member mentions wanting to spice things up a bit in the bedroom, his hyungs Wonwoo and Seungcheol are more than happy to give you and Vernon some in-person lessons.

↳ or, would you rather it be me? by thepixelelf — ☼ | 7.9k

A detested soulmark, a friendship over a decade in the making, and an unexpected proposal from one friend to another… what could possibly go wrong?

↳ work husband by wondernus — ☼ | 8.8k

falling for the young and flirty high school history teacher is inevitable especially when he pays for your groceries and calls himself your work husband

↳ voicemail drabble by wqnwoos

↠ dino

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↠ multi

↳ cuff (vernon, seungcheol, wonwoo) by smileysuh — ♕ | 4k

You and Vernon have been together forever, and your relationship is almost perfect… but it’s missing something. When the young member mentions wanting to spice things up a bit in the bedroom, his hyungs Wonwoo and Seungcheol are more than happy to give you and Vernon some in-person lessons.

↳ where you return (mingyu, wonwoo) by miabebe — ♕ | 7k

After almost a year of no contact, you meet an old fling at a wedding

↠ reactions/scenarios

↳ svt as the type of boyfriend - 95' liners by juverine

↳ svt being clingy with their s/o - ot13 by babyleostuff

↳ how svt react to their s/o backhugging them by fairyhaos

↳ seventeen & touch-starved s/o (hhu ver.) by wqnwoos

↳ how svt react to you asking for a kiss by cheolism

↳ the italicised 'oh; moment // hyung line // maknae line by sunshinehaos

↳ saying something they didn't mean in a fight (perf unit) by babyleostuff