#my family are probably annoyed by me cooing at him all the time

[catboywizard]

every time I look at him my heart feels like 🥺🥺

[jenscx]

LOVE ME BACK — yu jimin

after a nasty breakup with your boyfriend of two years, you find solace in a bar and a mystery woman’s arms. you were convinced it was just a one time thing. yet, you didn’t expect to see her again at your workplace.

TAGS — fluff, lowk crack, suggestive themes, mentions of sex and alcohol, ceo!rina, office au, reader has a boyfriend (at first), hwang hyunjin as plot device, mentions of cheating, probably a hr violation, jealousy, hidden relationship, cursing

WORDCOUNT — 10.3k

when you were younger, your dream was to be an astronaut. now in your early twenties, you’ve succumbed to the average 9-5 job that every adult hates. your job was a pain in the neck, figuratively and literally. staring at a computer all day was tough work, but if you said that out loud, you would seem like a lunatic.

your hands dance bleakly across the keyboard, fingers tapping insistently to finish the report. maybe you would even get home on time today. a vibration from your phone distracts your focus, a message from your boyfriend.

staring at the notification, you sigh and pick up your phone to text back. it’s a chain of messages, ranging from urgent calls to angry scoldings. your eyes narrow as a call comes in, displaying, hyun ♡.

“hyunjin oppa,” you whisper, “i’m at work.”

“you’re still at work? i thought i told you that my sister’s visiting today? my mum’s cooking for you.”

groaning internally, you reply softly, “i’m really sorry but this report will probably take half an hour more. tell unnie and auntie i’ll be late.”

hyunjin’s voice rings through the phone, irritated, “i told you about it. did you forget or are you just not willing to spend time with my family?”

“i didn’t forget, seriously, and you know i love your family and your mum’s cooking.”

that’s kind of a lie. you weren’t really welcomed with his family. his mother had objected to your relationship from the get go. his father was cold and indifferent. his sister was the only one who actually talked to you. but his mother’s cooking was good.

“you’re prioritising your work over spending time with me,” hyunjin states.

“i made this clear from the start,” you pinch your nose bridge, “my job always comes first.”

his annoyed tone shines through, bright as day, “i don’t get why you’re still working at that firm. i can provide for the both of us.”

you sigh, frustrated at hyunjin’s insolence.

“i enjoy this job,” a lie, “i don’t want to just stay in my apartment all day with nothing to do and i worked hard to get here.” true.

“that’s why you should just move in with me.” with that mother of his? no way in hell.

“i like my apartment,” you say firmly, glancing at the unfinished report open, “oppa, if you’re just going to scold me, at least do it later. i’m working now.”

“you’re always working. how can you work so much? y/n, are you preoccupied with something else? or someone?”

anger bubbles lowly in your veins.

“what on earth are you saying?”

“i’m saying that you may be busy with someone. whatever, if you’re always working, let’s just end things here. i can’t always be waiting for you at home.”

“you don’t make time for me either. on my off-days, you always hang out with your friends. how many dates have you cancelled?”

“i’m sorry i have a social life. my life doesn’t revolve around spending time with you. if you have a problem with it, let’s break up.”

you roll your eyes. you would be amused at how a 24 year old would think so irrationally, if that 24 year old wasn’t breaking up with you right now. your hand forms a fist on the table. maybe hyunjin was fine with lazing around at home, letting his mother serve him like a maid. but you weren’t. hyunjin didn’t have any ambitions, dropping out of college after his first year, claiming it was too difficult. you had only cooed at him gently, his first and only year at college was when you met him and started dating.

“fine. let’s break up as you wish. ask yeji unnie to pack my things at your house, i’ll pick it up—”

the call ends abruptly, you’re baffled at his childish antics. groaning, you throw your head into your hands. was your two year relationship really ending here? over a phone call? tossing your phone to the side, you perk up, determined to take your mind off your boyfriend. you still had a job to do after all.

yet, the thought of losing the two years you’ve spent with hyunjin makes you frown. he wasn’t a bad boyfriend. he was a nice guy, most of the time. he was a man after all, he had his stupid moments. spending two years with him meant that some part of you actually liked him. maybe not to the extent of love. you’ve never thought about it.

is that why he broke up with you? because you weren’t in it for love? was hwang hyunjin just another guy for you to past time with? if you couldn’t find love with a guy like hyunjin, who’s good looking and well-mannered, who could you find love with? were you some emotionless robot who didn’t care for others’ feelings?

forcefully removing these persisting questions from your head, you focus on the report. missing fabric, wrong dimensions, plagiarised designs, what was wrong with this fashion company?

“sunbae, still not clocking out?” kim minjeong, the new intern and coincidentally, your junior from high school, peeks above your computer. you shake your head, smiling sheepishly at her, “don’t call me sunbae, I’m ms seo right now.”

minjeong pouts, “sorry, i’m just not used to it. and you’re only like, a year older. want me to wait for you?”

you eye the report with distain, grimacing, “it’s okay, minjeong. you can go first, i think this will take a long time.”

the younger girl nods and quickly leaves. you’ve never wished you were someone else so badly before. your eyes follow minjeong from her cubicle to the lift. you slap your cheeks, willing yourself to focus.

after a few excruciating long hours, you clap your hands merrily, eyes gleaming with excitement and happiness. the stupid report was finally finished! you hum happily as you pack up your things. once you had picked up your bag, a notification graces your phone.

swiping up, it’s a text from yeji, warning you that hyunjin had left the house urgently. concerned, but not panicking, you reply saying that maybe he went out for fresh air. yeji’s next few messages are about how their mother is blaming you for hyunjin’s bad mood.

whatever. you can’t find it in yourself to care.

still overjoyed by the fact you had finished the mundane report, you head down to the lobby, grinning. a few employees who were still there eyed you weirdly but you brushed them off. today was a good day, despite stupid hyunjin.

as the doors open, you bring out your phone. no new messages from hyunjin or yeji. maybe it was partially your fault for making promises you couldn’t keep. ugh. the late night graces your presence, streets filled with busy cars. you check the time, 8pm. you should take your mind off hyunjin. and what better way to do so than to go get drunk?

you quickly text yizhuo, who’s probably also drinking right now.

seo y/n [8.26pm]:

are u at jiwoong’s bar?

i just ended

ning yizhuo [8.27pm]:

how’d you know?

i’m drinking with chenle

come unnie

chenle? you furrow your brows. wasn’t he that super rich kid who yizhuo plays video games with? ah, whatever, you seriously need to get drunk now.

swiftly hauling down a cab (honestly, props to you. calling a taxi at night was basically war), you make your way to the bar.

it’s a relatively new establishment, furnished with matte dark oak floorings and a sleek marble bar. it was the closest bar to your workplace, making it a common meeting area for you and your co-workers. normally, during the last day of each month, team manager kim would bring you to go drinking. you push at the doors, the sight of two figures yelling at each other greet you. usually, you would have ignored it. it’s a bar, it’s common to have drunk people fighting. yet, when you squinted closely, realisation struck you.

“hyunjin?” you gasp, “what are you doing here?”

your ex-boyfriend swerves around, eyes blazing with fury as yizhuo curses at him.

“where were you?” he demands, “i texted you multiple times.”

you turn on your phone, grimacing at the countless messages.

“it was on silent mode. if you want to talk, let’s go outside, don’t disturb the people here.”

yizhuo attempts to follow but you just hold a hand out. if hyunjin hurt yizhuo, you would never forgive yourself. besides, this was something you had to do alone.

begrudgingly, hyunjin agrees and exits the bar. out in the street, you take note of his dishevelled self.

“why’d you decide to come here? i know you’re here to find another guy. who is it? i’ll fucking kill him,” hyunjin seethes. you notice the slight flush in his face. was he drunk?

unable to remain passive, you say firmly, “hyunjin, you said you wanted to break up. now that i’ve seen you, let’s break up.”

“are you fucking serious?” he asks incredulously, “i came all the way here to find you and you are the one breaking up with me?”

you retort, “you are the one who said you want to end things. if i found another guy, so what? we’re not dating anymore.”

your last few words hit a nerve. hyunjin’s hands fly out to grab your arms, furiously digging his fingernails into your wrists.

“i’ll fucking kill you if you leave me for another man, don’t test me seo y/n,” he growls. disgusted, you try to escape from his hold. being taller and a guy, he’s obviously stronger. you feel your skin breaking at the edge.

“let go!” you grit your teeth, trying to pry his fingers off. he relentlessly grips on, even managing to avoid any attempts of your escape.

slow, steady footsteps approach. you notice the look of anxiety on hyunjin’s face. what would this look like to an outsider? his grip doesn’t lessen however. the figure opens the doors, raising an eyebrow.

“what the hell are you looking at?” hyunjin snarls. your eyes fly to the stranger. it’s a woman, thank god.

despite your current predicament, you can’t help but admire the woman staring at you. her face was sculpted by the gods; dark, deep, hypnotising eyes, a tall nose bridge, red, full lips that formed a thin line.

“why are you assaulting a woman?” god, you could just die hearing her voice. husky and intimidating, hyunjin was practically quivering in his feet.

“i-i’m not doing anything! you’re the one staring at us, bitch.”

her eyes narrow and she scoffs, “did your mother teach you any manners? i was just concerned for her safety,” she gestures to you, “it seems as if you’re holding her here, unwilling to let go.”

“i’m not doing jackshit.”

your eyes bore into her, calling out for help.

“ah,” the stranger inches closer, fingers trailing from your shoulder to your arm. you shudder at her touch. she smirks, “why don’t you let her go now? or should i call the police on you, hwang hyunjin?”

hyunjin’s face turns red. nervousness grows at the sight of his anger.

“how the fuck do you know my name?”

she tilts her head, reminiscent of a curious puppy, “oh, don’t you know who i am? tell your father if his son acts up again, we might not continue our deal.”

“how do you know my dad?” hyunjin yells, “and what deal do you have with him?”

“i’m your father’s biggest business partner. how would he feel if he found out he lost his company because of his idiot son? or would you want me to reveal some of your own secrets? what’s her name, jiyeon?”

your eyes widen at the mention of hyunjin’s ex. he had broken up with lee jiyeon months before meeting you. why was this stranger bringing her up again? and how did she know so much?

hyunjin glances at you, “don’t you fucking dare.”

by now, hyunjin had let go of your hand entirely. the stranger just sighs dramatically and stares at her fingernails.

“hyunjin-ssi, you really have a knack for being a public nuisance. i just wanted a drink, and my precious evening was interrupted by you screaming. ah, should you really be concerned about your ex-girlfriend finding a new guy? haven’t you already done so while still in the relationship?”

in a second, hyunjin lunges for the stranger. his hands fly out to grab at her hair, but she manages to dodge the sudden attack. frowning at hyunjin, the stranger finally scoffs, “you’re pathetic. don’t you dare touch my clothes, they’re designer. leave now before i call the cops on you.” despite his anger, hyunjin actually looks spooked and quickly stomps away. thank god. she swats off the imaginary dust on her shoulders and turns to you.

in contrast to before, she sends a small smile, “you did a good job breaking up with this idiot.”

“thank you for saving me.”

she shrugs, “it’s all right. he was being a nuisance.”

“i’m sorry…” you ask, “but how did you know so much about hyunjin?”

“i deal with the hwang group. i have met his father on several occasions. sometimes, he has to clean up his son’s mess. most of the time, he can’t do it alone. hence, he finds us,” her smile turns into a grimace, “i apologise that someone like him has been taking advantage of you. i assure you that hwang hyunjin and park jiyeon will be taken care of.”

“no, it’s okay, i kind of had a feeling already,” you hesitate to reach out to her, “uhm, can i know your name?”

the stranger adjusts her clothes; a black pantsuit. your eyes trail down from her face to her luminous black hair. they follow the shape of her jawline, sharp as a knife, down to her collarbones. you unconsciously swallow your saliva.

“you can call me jimin,” she says, taking a piece of card out from her pocket, handing it to you. your eyes skim the details. yu jimin. nothing else is on the card except for a phone number. “what can i call you?”

“y/n, seo y/n.”

“if you find yourself in another situation as such, i will do my best to help, y/n.”

you can’t believe a woman like her is pledging her assistance to you.

unable to control yourself, you blurt out, “what can i do to repay you?”

jimin’s eyes form into slits, crinkling into a devilish smile.

“what are you insinuating?”

everything around you is soft, pillowy and warm. except for one. the incessant buzzing of something. it snaps you out of your reverie. groaning loudly, you throw your hand to reach out for the device causing the vibration. your fingers hit an unfamiliar surface. since when did you have a bedside table this close? eyelids fluttering open, you regain consciousness.

“what the hell?” you say out loud, sitting upright in bed. your phone lays beside you, its buzzing unable to distract you from what you’re seeing. white silk sheets covered your bare body, which was littered with bite marks and hickeys. it trailed on from your neck to the dip in your hips. lingering bruises were left on your thighs too.

oh fuck.

you were screwed.

grasping your phone, you scan the room for your clothes. finally catching sight of your scattered clothes, you gently pick them up, face turning red at the sight of your well-marked body. your purse and belongings are littered all over the floor as well. a disgruntled groan emits from the bunched up blankets. it’s only now you realise there’s a person below it, snoring peacefully.

wincing at the slight soreness in your lower body, you gently throw the duvet cover off you and slowly put on your clothes, afraid of disturbing the sleeping woman. taking one last look at the bed, a mop of black hair contrasting the pale serene face below.

running your hands through your hair to comb the mess, you rush out of the bedroom. the sight before you leaves you in awe. whoever this jimin person was, her apartment was amazingly furnished. whatever, you shake your head before you could be further distracted.

there’s countless messages left by yizhuo, all inquiring about your whereabouts. shit. you forgot to tell her. after assuring her that you were alive and not kidnapped, you quickly navigate your way back home. surprisingly, jimin’s modern apartment wasn’t far away from yours, despite the contrast between the two homes. you could infer accurately that karina was some wealthy bachelorette who held power. between her penthouse and the conversation with hyunjin, she was probably a high rank in the business industry.

after reaching your house, you take a much needed shower and slip into a white button up blouse and a black pencil skirt. this was your usual office attire. thankfully, as you had finished the looming report the previous night, you didn’t have to get to the office early. finishing up with some light makeup, you head out satisfied. the soreness in your lower body serves as a constant reminder of the activities you took part in. at least you didn’t have a hangover.

entering the lounge, you spot your colleagues all conversing with one another. minjeong seems to be in a heated debate. your eyes dart to the figure standing by the counter.

“good morning, ms seo,” you bow when team manager kim greets you. kim gaeul, two years your senior, and somewhat of a friend.

“good morning,” you reply. gaeul is sipping on the coffee from the cafe opposite. she gestures towards the paper bag on the counter, “there’s a latte in there for you. good job on the report, i read it this morning.”

you beam at the manager, “thank you so much.” desperately, you chug the latte, relieved that you had caffeine in your body to survive the day ahead. gaeul stares at you in amusement before clearing her throat, “now that everyone is here, i would like to announce that a new ceo will be coming.”

there’s some mutters and murmurs of confusion.

“our current ceo will be resigning,” gaeul says, a fixed smile on her face, “hence the need for a new ceo. she will be here shortly. at ten, please gather in the meeting room so she can introduce herself to all of us.”

you check the time, it was forty past nine. the new ceo will be coming soon. was there enough time to get any work done before she arrived? probably not. you sit down next to minjeong on the couch. she catches you mid yawn.

“sunbae, did you get enough sleep?” your ears blush at the memory of what happened.

“maybe i didn’t sleep well,” you say. minjeong nods, a look of pity on her face, “you must have gotten home late because of that report.”

you scratch your neck, “yeah, i got home pretty late.”

“maybe you can take a quick nap? you still have twenty minutes, i’ll wake you up.”

shaking your head, you chuckle, “it’s okay, minjeong. i’ll get through the day. at least team manager kim got us all coffee.”

despite your words, you find your eyelids fluttering close every second. maybe you should really take a nap. the events of the previous night had left you incredibly tired. breaking up with hyunjin was emotionally draining, whereas jimin… you rid the thoughts from your brain. it would serve you no good to be thinking about her right now. she was just a helpful woman who you repaid by sleeping with. at least it was enjoyable. you certainly enjoyed the feel of her warm body against yours. even before you start to reminisce, minjeong jolts upwards and exclaims, “time to go meet the ceo!”

the rest of the group follows suit, heading towards the lift. you wearily drag yourself to follow along, an arm looped through minjeong for support.

“y’all think she’ll be pretty?” a voice rings out from the crowd.

“aren’t most ceos like forty years old?”

“women don’t expire past the age of forty, mark,” you retort. mark only smirks, “maybe she’ll be a hot cougar.”

you roll your eyes at his words, yet you can’t help but imagine what the new ceo would be like. would she be intimidating? confrontational? you just hope she won’t be unreasonable. god knows you need a break from this absurd company. the only good thing about it was its pay and the people you work with.

“quiet down everyone,” gaeul says, “she’s coming soon, please be on your best behaviour.” she shoots a look at the rowdy group of guys nearer to the back. you try to inch closer to the front, the denial of your curiosity itching at you. despite your tired state, there was still some interest in the next ceo. “there she is!” minjeong whispers loudly.

your head flies to look up, mouth agape as your eyes bore into the woman’s frame. under the exquisite fabric draped over her, you could still sense her elegance. the way her steps echoed against the tiles, commanding everyone’s attention. your heart drops at the familiarity.

oh.

oh no.

below her bright red, glossy lips, resides a beauty mark.

you remember your own lips moulding against hers from the night before. the feel of her burning skin on top of your equally desperate body. her lingering touches, fingers tracing down from your collarbone.

“she’s pretty,” minjeong blurts out. you nod.

she was a goddess, aphrodite incarnated. you distinctively recall how sweet her words were, how her voice toned down to a husky drawl, whispering the things she would do to you. a shiver runs down your body, you clench your fists. how were you getting riled up over a memory?

your eyes follow her as she turns to face everyone. her face remains impassive as she addresses the crowd, “i am your ceo, karina.” cold, narrow eyes flick through the gathering, eventually meeting yours. if anyone else had looked closer, they would have noticed the shock in the way her eyes widen ever so slightly. yet, she swiftly regains herself.

“please do carry on as usual,” she says, you can’t believe she’s the same person as the jimin from last night, “i will be conducting a meeting later. do not be late.”

as her footsteps recede, you let out an exhale of breath. having her eyes on you made it hard to breathe, she literally took your breath away. minjeong eyes you curiously, but the crowd quickly disperses, sensing that karina was not to be messed with. they would rather get back to their jobs than deal with an angry ceo.

after heading back up, you finally sit down on your office chair, finding it more comfortable than usual. normally, it felt like it was forcing your spine in the most unnatural way. yet, after that interaction with jimin, you found solace in it.

“guys! ceo wants everyone in the meeting room now!” gaeul’s head pops out from the room, hurriedly gesturing for everyone to come. you reluctantly rise and walk to the room slowly. jimin’s already standing inside, a stony look on her face as she analyses a file of papers, presumably reports.

once everyone had entered and were settled down, jimin places the file back on the table, eyes roaming around as she says, “this company will collapse within a year’s time if i did not take the offer to buy it. hence, starting from now, there will be extreme changes.”

you take a gulp.

“first of all, we have to start investing more of our time into doing trade and business with others. isolating ourselves and believing that we can become successful without the help of others is idiotic,” jimin explains, “we should take the initiative and with someone like me at the helm, this company will flourish.” she hands out an assortment of papers around the room.

“this will tell you everything you need to know about your duties as an employee of this company. do take the time to read through thoroughly. i assure you with such a strategy, no one will need to work more than they have to.”

you can see some impressive looks from your colleagues. jimin was definitely a strong ceo, you already knew from how well-connected she was. yet, this would be your first time seeing her work ethic in action.

“everyone is dismissed. however,” jimin turns back around, eyes gleaming with mirth, “seo y/n, i want to meet you in my office.”

every inch of you freezes up. you sense some curiosity lingering around your colleagues, especially minjeong who offers a comforting pat on your shoulder. jimin’s lips form a devilish smile, akin to the one you saw previously. you sigh, already regretting all life choices thus far.

the door closes shut behind you. jimin sits down in her luxurious and pristine office chair. you kind of envy her.

a moment of silence passes before jimin speaks, “i did not expect to see you here.”

“neither did i,” you answer back. her appearance was a shock.

she chuckles slowly, “after leaving me in bed alone, with no note or anything, should i fire you?”

your eyes widen. what the hell? wasn’t this an abuse of authority? she couldn’t fire you that easily, right? over something that wasn’t even related to your job!

“you seem to not be able to finish your job, seo y/n,” jimin spins a fountain pen between her fingers. your gaze darts from the swirling pen to her face. indifferent, yet a hint of amusement.

“i assure you i am a hard worker and the night before is not related to my work ethic,” you reply.

jimin laughs, “do you not know how upset i was when i did not feel a body next to me? my sheets tidied up neatly, clothes gone and not a single hint of you left behind.”

“last night was a one-time thing,” you state firmly, “it will not happen again as i intend it to.”

the ceo’s eyes rake down your body, seemingly turning into satisfaction as she smiles, “you do not intend for it to happen again?”

“i… thank you for saving and helping me with my ex-boyfriend, but you’re my boss now and it’s probably a workplace violation.”

“so it is not because you do not want to, more so you feel that you are not allowed to,” jimin bluntly says. she’s right. you would like to indulge in the pleasure she provides once more, and continuously, but she’s your boss.

your silence speaks of your answer.

“it is unexpected that we have met under these circumstances. i won’t lie and say that i’m fine with forgetting about the night we spent together. huh. i wanted a date… yet, if you insist…”

jimin stands up from her desk, staring at the city skyline. you stare at her hooded eyes in the reflection of the window panel.

“you may leave,” she smiles, “but do call me karina and not jimin in front of others. they do not know my real name.”

you nod, unsure how to reply. were you meant to feel special that she had so willingly spared her real name to you? with others not privy of her name, you were the only one. jimin closes the door firmly behind you. you’re greeted by the sight of an anxious minjeong and a smirking mark lee.

“what did she say to you? and how did she know your name already?” minjeong asks hastily.

“just talking ‘bout work,” you answer smoothly, “we have a mutual friend.”

mark, bless him, adds on, “she’s prettier up close, right?”

“yeah,” you reply, cheeks reddening. you were well acquainted with her beauty by now, finding yourself momentarily starstruck.

“must be nice having the ceo know you,” minjeong says, sighing. you smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. was it really a blessing?

no, of course it wasn’t. you slept with your boss. unintentionally, in fact. you head back to your desk, hands almost ripping out your hair as you gaze at the closed door.

what have you gotten yourself into now?

you’re annoyed. irritated. angered. all because of your ceo. jimin doesn’t do anything outlandish, no. but she throws a mountain of work onto you. and only you. her previous promise of no one having to work more than they need to is out the window. you can only scoff, ashamed that you truly believed she would let you leave by five. however, it seems that jimin is rather petty. every time you snap back with a remark, she just smiles and places one more report on your desk a few minutes later. it’s maddening. was she not abusing her power?

the stack of papers on your desk feels never ending. compared to your colleagues, it’s clearly taller. even minjeong had commented about it. if the sudden increase of workload wasn’t enough, jimin also demanded you to do the most trivial things, such as fetching her coffee, shredding papers… did she not have enough money to afford a personal assistant? you were just an employee to the company. after bringing up your concerns to gaeul, the team manager merely shrugged, saying she could not do anything against the ceo. and it wasn’t as if jimin was outright abusing you. she was so clearly just messing with you!

(“you’re joking,” you gape at the pile of paperwork jimin was carrying to your table.

“how is this a joke to you?” jimin asks, a stern look on her face, but the small grin she wore betrayed her facade.)

this wasn’t any different from your life before the new ceo came. honestly, it might be worse. you had more work than ever, overtime was becoming a necessity in your life, and jimin just gets to prance around. you seriously had to take the initiative to discuss this, because what on earth.

finally deciding you had enough of jimin’s antics, you stand up from your desk, leaving the heaps of papers undone. determined, you take long strides, arriving at the door of jimin’s office. some of your colleagues eye you weirdly but they don’t make a sound. you just ignore them. not even knocking, you open the door. if jimin notices your presence, she doesn’t show it. her face is buried in a file, eyes darting from the report to the computer screen. you swallow, drawing courage from every fibre of your being.

“i need to talk to you.”

jimin’s head shoots up, an eyebrow raised. her bangs are parted today, no longer hovering over her eyes. the first few buttons of her black blouse are unbuttoned, revealing her carved collarbones. a pair of thick, black framed glasses rest on her sharp nose.

“about?”

“you’re messing with me,” you state.

the ceo stares. she looks rather dishevelled today, you wonder why.

“interesting. how did you come to that conclusion?” she asks, placing the file back onto her desk, her eyes fully focused on you now. trying to not get hypnotised by her forceful peering, you voice out, “you’ve been giving me more work than others. you always find some excuse to make me do stuff. i’ve worked here for three years and you’re making me an errand girl.”

it’s true. it feels like she’s just giving you filler work to do. there hasn’t been any improvement at all.

“i… i thought you would be different,” you admit, “different from our previous ceo. but it feels like nothing has changed. i’m still working overtime with no end in sight and it feels even worse than before.”

jimin doesn’t say a word. it’s the first time you’re saying this to anyone, your true feelings. jimin had made such big promises at the first meeting but after two months, there really wasn’t any change.

“i give you more work because you’re more capable,” jimin explains, a grim look on her face.

“that doesn’t excuse the fact you literally demand me to run around and make you coffee.”

“i can’t deny, that was for my personal amusement.”

your anger flares up, “see! you’re messing with me!”

“your reaction is funny,” she reasons weakly, “it’s really… i didn’t know it was taking a toll on you. i just wanted to see you get annoyed. you look cute when you’re grumpy.”

the previous frustration simmers down completely at her words. cute? was it appropriate for your boss to be saying this?

“what?”

jimin looks away shyly, a stark contrast to her intimidating facade, “i’ll try to restrain myself from now on… but i would like to talk to you about something as well.”

your curiosity is piqued. jimin’s face turns dark, her eyes narrowing as she asks, “are you and mark in a relationship?”

a gasp escapes your lips, because what the fuck?

“no, ew,” you instantly say, “mark acts like a kid.”

“so you have no romantic feelings for him?” jimin repeats.

“no, none at all.” somehow, you know why she’s even asking in the first place.

jimin frowns, “so why were you touching his face that day?”

you remember it vividly. mark was showing you the netflix movie, ‘365 days’ and stating that you could recreate it with jimin. he was joking with you, but you still got flustered. minjeong had been laughing so loudly it attracted the ceo to come into the break room. she has witnessed your hands grabbing mark’s collar, in the midst of threatening him.

“he was just saying something weird,” you mumble, not exactly willing to tell jimin she was the cause. the ceo nods. you can’t help but like this jimin slightly more than the brooding one. she seems more vulnerable today. more gentle and soft.

“okay,” jimin smiles, wider than usual, “you can leave now.”

you bow, slightly happier that the ceo was understanding of your concerns. maybe now you would get home on time, not that you had anyone waiting for you though. after your break up with hyunjin, you had increasingly found more alone time. sometimes you would spend the night with yizhuo, cooking dinner together. most times you would reach home and immediately fall asleep.

content with the meeting, you leave her office, bouncing back to your desk. the stack of papers feel considerably lighter knowing her true reasoning behind piling so much workload on you. perhaps she had more faith and trust in you. that made you feel proud.

a head peeks out above the partition.

“what did the boss talk to you about?” minjeong asks. you wave a hand at her, brushing her words off, “nothing really. karina was just telling me stuff about my job, giving comments, y’know.”

minjeong nods and ducks her head, returning to her work. you do the same, the weight previously resting on your shoulders significantly lighter. the day doesn’t seem so gloomy anymore.

you carry on typing with a small smile. unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes gaze through the blinds.

jimin stays true to her word. despite the heavier workload, your heart feels lighter that she acknowledged your ability. it doesn’t bother you anymore that minjeong and the rest of your colleagues can leave instantly while you stay for a bit longer to refine some finer details. deeply engrossed, you don’t notice the sudden pattering of raindrops splashing against the windows. and you definitely don’t notice the light in jimin’s office still on.

stretching your arms, you yawn, intending to go home. yet, the moment you start packing your bag, realisation strikes you that it was raining. raining heavily. as you try to decide your next move, the door to jimin’s office opens.

her head peeks out, a frown on her face as she calls out, “why are you still here?”

“i was doing something and i just lost track of time,” you explain. jimin’s head tilts. you internally coo at the similarity of her to a puppy.

she takes one look outside and asks, “how are you going to get home? don’t you take the bus?”

you scrunch your nose, trying to think of a way to return home without being caught in the rain but with no avail.

“no idea,” you shrug, “i might call my friend to pick me up or something. not sure if she’s busy though.”

jimin takes long strides towards you, “i can drive you home.”

your eyes widen considerably, “no, it’s really okay!” you don’t know what you would do enclosed in a small space with her without other people around. she looks extra delectable today as well. usually, her hair is neat and proper, but today it’s slightly messy and her bangs are swept to the side, exposing her forehead. she still wears the pair of attractive black glasses and she’s adorning a navy pantsuit today.

“as your boss,” jimin smiles, “i need to ensure that all my employees are cared for. i can’t have you coming to work sick, can i?” you can’t really fight her logic there. it makes sense, she wouldn’t want you to get sick because she would lose manpower. yet, the explanation digs a hole in your heart.

she’s your boss.

you glance at the rain splattering.

“okay. take me home.”

jimin’s smile widens. you walk together in silence to the elevator. only the soft humming of her voice fills in the gaps. the silence stretches on till you reach her car as well. it’s only when you try to enter the backseat, jimin says, “what are you doing? come sit here.” she pats the passenger seat. you follow her instructions like a dog with its owner.

as the ceo starts up the car, you notice small details of it. it’s clearly expensive, no doubt. the sleek leather you were sitting on just speaks for itself. jimin had an air freshener hanging from the mirror, the strangest thing was that it was a dinosaur smelling of vanilla. she had a small shiro, the dog from shin-chan, figurine posed on the dashboard. you quietly giggle at the cuteness of it all. jimin having adorable items accessorising her car was such a stark contrast to her distant and cold persona as your boss.

“that’s cute,” you point out. jimin glances at what you’re pointing at and her cheeks redden, “ah. do you like shin-chan too?”

“uh,” you blank out, “i guess so? i like boo.”

jimin beams.

“that’s amazing,” she says with all the sincerity in the world, “let’s watch shin-chan together someday.”

it’s a strange proposal, no doubt. but you find yourself nodding too soon. the grin you receive from jimin is well worth it though.

“you can key in your address here,” she hands you her phone. as you type, jimin continues talking, “i broke off my deal with hwang by the way. has he contacted you at all?”

you shake your head, “no, but his sister has been texting me. apparently he’s very disoriented and is always drunk. he got into a scandal recently for starting a fight at another bar.”

jimin sighs, one of bemusement, “i truly wonder where such men get their audacity from.” you giggle at her words.

“honestly, hyunjin is childish and immature but he’s a good guy,” you confess, “i don’t know why he suddenly turned into someone like that.”

the ceo falls silent. you wonder if you said something wrong. maybe you offended her in some way. gulping, you distract yourself by watching the scenery of urbanised skyscrapers.

“you’re giving him too much credit,” jimin says, “he’s always been like that. he’s just a good actor.”

“really?”

jimin nods firmly, “of course. and did you really like him? or did you just like having him around?”

you debate on answering. wasn’t this too personal for someone’s boss to ask? your eyes swerve to watch jimin’s grip tighten on the steering wheel, her small hands showing white knuckles.

“there’s many things that are mistaken for another, such as liking someone and liking the idea of them.”

“what other things are you talking about?” you ask, genuinely curious.

the traffic light turns red. jimin presses on the brakes, a smirk plastered on her face as she turns to you.

“like finding someone good-looking and attractive. i know i’m good-looking, but am i attractive to you, y/n?” she leans forward, her face inches away from yours. your eyes unintentionally trail down to her lips before snapping shut and turning away.

“don’t leave me hanging,” you can hear the damn pout in her voice. a warm hand leaves a fleeting touch on your arm as she pulls you to look back at her again.

you resist the urge to throw yourself out of the car.

“the light’s green,” your voice comes out almost as if you were constipated.

jimin lets out a hearty laugh.

“we can settle this debate back at yours, don’t you think?” your hands clench by your side, neck strained to crane your head away from looking at the delectable woman.

“i don’t think that’s appropriate,” is what you end up saying. jimin shrugs. your eyes are drawn to the smooth expanse of her hands that rest against the steering wheel, and the way her knuckles unintentionally flex when turning.

“we’re far past appropriation,” she states, amused.

shrugging, you stare at the outside scenery instead, ensuring that you wouldn’t be salivating at the sight of your boss.

jimin hums to the music playing in her car. you roughly recognise it as a song from the pokemon anime ost. somehow, it’s totally believable that this domineering boss could also have a silly and endearing side to her. it was yu jimin after all.

“what are you thinking so hard about?”

you.

“work.”

“what about it? is the workload too heavy for you?” the concern in her voice makes you want to puke.

you shake your head.

“i’m just thinking… about that day,” you decide to answer truthfully.

jimin tilts her head, “what day?”

“you know…” it comes out in a hushed and embarrassed whisper, “that day.”

either jimin’s stupid or she’s just playing dumb. she stares at you, confused. you make some inappropriate gestures with your fingers, until she lights up in recognition.

“that day?” she repeats teasingly.

it’s not like you can ask her for a repeat of that day. you had literally stated outright that it was a one-time thing. she was your boss, for god’s sake. if you slept with her again, you would be breaking all sorts of violations.

“…it was nice…” your cheeks redden, “that’s all.”

the smirk on jimin’s face is unbearable. thank god you’re not the one driving, or you would have gotten a heart attack.

“want to do it again?”

your face gets undeniably hotter. redness flushes through your entire body as you cower.

there’s a moment of decision-making.

was it worth the risk to try again with jimin? for some reason, you know you’re past the phase of attraction. it’s pure interest for her now. you’re not sure if your heart’s fully beyond lust, but there’s something lingering that feels akin to adoration. there’s no doubt that you find jimin extremely good-looking, but like she said before, there was a difference. it’s unfortunate you’re attracted to her as well. maybe she already knew your answer, that’s why she didn’t push for you to reply.

(it would be a resounding yes.)

but jimin was still your boss. what if people in the company found out? they technically couldn’t do anything since jimin was already in the highest position, but if you had to suffer questioning looks and backhanded remarks from them, about how you achieved this job by sleeping around, it would break your heart.

and you don’t want a repeat of hyunjin. you don’t know if you’re ready for another relationship. at least now you’re aware you can actually feel things for others and you’re not some emotionless robot.

but something about jimin pulls you towards her. like two opposite poles of a magnet. there’s something so endearing yet mysterious about the girl that makes you want to try.

“we’re here already, i think my friend lives nearby here,” jimin says as she looks around. she’s parked along the road, your apartment just a few metres away.

you gulp, murmuring softly, “jimin.”

the ceo turns to you, like a little cat.

“can we try dating?”

jimin’s eyebrows shoot upwards, shock evident on her face. after all, you had rejected her not long ago.

“really?” she can barely contain her excitement.

“uh, yeah,” you’re a little uncomfortable with the way she’s staring at you so intensely.

happiness was coursing through her veins. jimin had never expected you would end up giving in. she had a whole plan in her head— first, get you riled up and then convince you to sleep with her again. her second phase consisted of insanely good aftercare that would definitely draw you in into her amazing personality. the last phase was just playing hard to get and making sure you wanted her badly. it seems like she skipped most of the steps. whatever, it doesn’t matter since she got the same end result.

“okay!” jimin beams.

you stare at her stunned.

“uh, so we’re dating now, right?” you repeat.

“mhm!”

her compliance makes you want to jump on her.

“let’s set some boundaries first, okay?”

jimin ponders for a bit before stating confidently, “i have no boundaries! you can do whatever you want.”

it’s a little riveting having her agree with whatever you say. her natural submission is jarring. you laugh, “that’s okay, but i have some rules.”

“go ahead!” jimin’s gazing at you, her eyes wide and rapt with attention. you hold out your hand, pointing at each individual finger, “one, no pda in the office, i don’t want to give people an opportunity to gossip.”

she nods. it would be hard to continue dating if people kept invading your privacy.

“two, we have to keep this a secret,” you continue, “and three, we’re not official yet okay? just dating for now. let’s take it slow.”

“mhm sure.”

“four, don’t call me any nicknames in the office, i’m just seo y/n and you’re karina.”

jimin smirks lazily, her hand resting against the wheel, “you’ll be yu y/n soon.”

“jimin,” you groan at her sleaziness.

“go on!”

you list off the final rule, “five, no special treatment just cause we’re dating. i don’t want people to think i’m getting more opportunities to do well just because we’re dating.”

the ceo blinks.

“okay.”

“okay?”

she hums, content, “yeah. i’m fine with all that.”

you breathe out shakily, “that’s good.”

“mhm. you should get going now,” jimin smiles, “it’s late.”

“right, okay. uh, see you tomorrow?”

the ceo tilts her head, a wide grin on her face, “see you tomorrow, baby.”

your face flushes red.

“jimin.”

“we’re not in the office!”

dating jimin is wonderful. she’s the sweetest and most caring girl on earth. everytime she does something even remotely romantic, you’re swept off your feet. despite your insistence to take it slow, you had only resisted at the start. now, after weeks of dating, you succumbed to jimin’s puppy eyes and begging.

wrapped in her embrace, you snuggle into the crook of her neck even deeper, breathing in her cologne.

jimin only tightens her arms. if it wasn’t for the fact that it was extremely comfortable, you would have complained that she was strangling you.

“baby,” she whispers, planting haste pecks all over your face.

that had been a recurring thing. you realised soon after the first week, jimin loved calling you baby. sometimes you wondered if she forgot your name and called you baby to hide it. the girl, obviously, denied it.

“hm?” your voice comes out muffled.

“you look really cute like this.”

you couldn’t disagree more. adorned in an old oversized sweatshirt that was literally disintegrating by the second, messy bed hair after the nap you had just taken, and a bare face that probably had drool all over.

meanwhile, jimin’s wearing a calvin klein hoodie with little boy shorts that exposed her bare legs. your own legs fitted nicely against hers, tangling your bodies together on the couch.

“i won’t get to see you tomorrow,” jimin says out of the blue.

“why? do you have something going on?”

the ceo groans heartily, “my friends want to have dinner together.”

this puts a frown on your face. originally, you had planned a cute little date for the two of you.

jimin, observant of your turmoil, only runs her fingers through your hair comfortingly, “i know, baby. but we don’t always get this chance. and it’s just dinner! just this once.”

you nod your head, burrowing further into her embrace. jimin only sighs happily, her hand trailing down from your head to your back, rubbing circles repeatedly.

“what are you wearing then?”

“maybe that dress that you really liked? or maybe a random pantsuit.”

you know which dress she’s talking about. an ivory coloured, strapless dress that accentuates her collarbones nicely.

“wear the pantsuit.” something about other people being able to see jimin in that dress doesn’t sit right with you.

a chuckle escapes her, “didn’t you say you liked the dress?”

shrugging, you reply nonchalantly, “don’t want anyone else seeing you in it.”

silence. then a high-pitched squeal.

“y/nnie, you’re so cute!” your head is dramatically pulled back from jimin’s neck and you come face-to-face with the ceo, who’s cooing at you incessantly. she plants multiple pecks all over your face whilst squeezing your jaw tightly.

“jimin!”

the girl finally pulls away from covering your face with kisses, but if it weren’t for her bright red lipstick, she would have seen how underneath all her kiss marks, your face was splashed with maroon.

“if you come with me, then can i wear that dress? i really want to wear it,” jimin pleads.

it's a fair deal in your opinion. you could spend time with her and being able to see jimin in that dress was just a plus. it just leaves the problem of jimin’s wandering hands. even in your office, her hands seem to have a mind of their own, constantly roaming around places they shouldn’t be. like how when you were brewing coffee one morning, jimin had snuck up behind and rested her hands on your waist, whispering a quiet greeting. thank goodness no one else was in the lounge. that surely would have started endless amounts of rumours.

“but we can’t kiss or hug there okay?” you reply, deciding to make a trade-off.

jimin pouts, but she ends up huffing and then nodding.

“just stay by my side. i’ll restrain myself.”

well, that turned out to be a lie.

despite her previous promise of keeping her hands to herself, they somehow ended up entangled in your own. one of her hands lingers between your shoulder blades, and in the car ride to the restaurant, it trailed down to the small of your back. you had scolded jimin for that.

even now, jimin still ensured she was somehow touching you. the restaurant was extremely high-end, evident from the menu which didn’t even have prices on them! you had gone through culture shock with that.

the table was surrounded with people you assumed held equally sophisticated titles, some of them stared at you with curiosity, probably wondering why a newcomer had arrived.

there were a few empty seats, but jimin had informed you that some maybe couldn’t make it, as always.

“so,” one of the extremely gorgeous women had cleared her throat, “are you going to introduce the lovely woman you’ve brought with you, karina?”

jimin smiles as her hand comes to lie on your arm, where your elbow is.

“this is y/n, she’s my colleague,” jimin says, a practised answer. you try to muster up a smile.

“i’m giselle, or aeri, nice to meet you, y/n,” the woman drawls, her tone full of mischief and she had that twinkle in her eyes that reminded you of jimin when she’s about to tickle you.

“how has ceo life been treating you? we haven’t heard from you much,” another woman asks. you notice how cat-like this woman looks. she had beady eyes that were laser-focused on jimin. there’s a chorus of agreement from the rest.

the ceo laughs, “it’s good. i’ve gotten to experience many things. what about the park group that you’ve visited, ryujin? are they still doing well?”

as the now named woman, ryujin, goes into a tirade about the park group, you take the opportunity to identify everyone. most of them were dressed to the nines, their hair all prim and proper, and not a speck of dust on their clothes. just from a quick scale, you could tell they were all extremely wealthy. you listen to ryujin speak while digging into the sirloin steak jimin had ordered for you.

“—and i actually met someone new recently, she should be arriving soon with her brother,” ryujin exclaims. the group chatters excitedly about her newest paramour, while jimin explains that ryujin had gone a few years without a relationship, hence the enthusiasm.

right as you nod, the door to the private room opens and two extremely familiar figures stride in and take their seats.

fuck. you think, unable to control the way your eyes widen. jimin shares the same feeling seemingly, with how she stiffens and a huff escapes her.

“this is hwang yeji and her brother hyunjin,” ryujin beams proudly, unaware of the tension surrounding the table.

“seo y/n?”

your eyes dart downwards, unwilling to face hyunjin. yeji only gasps, “what? oh my gosh, y/n!”

you grit your teeth as hyunjin laughs loudly, “what are you doing here?”

jimin’s hand slithers down to yours, encasing it in a tight but comforting grasp.

ryujin’s head goes back and forth and the table’s filled with surprised chatter and questions.

“how do you guys know each other?”

hyunjin beats you by answering, “she’s my girlfriend.”

what?

you wince a little at how jimin only grips you even more firmly.

“you are?” ryujin exclaims. yeji sends you a sympathetic look, but before she even says anything, aeri interrupts.

“are you a two-timer?” she accuses, eyes blazing with fury, “aren’t you dating jimin?”

your head snaps towards jimin.

“uhm—” she splutters out, “i— okay! it just slipped out and i told aeri to play pretend!”

“what?! you’re dating her?” hyunjin suddenly barks. you groan, wondering why you even got involved with these people. they were all insane!

“wait, so who are you actually dating?” ryujin finally asks. you sigh, “i’m dating jimin.”

a scoff escapes hyunjin.

“you’re actually with her? i can’t believe you jumped into bed with someone else right after we broke up! i knew you were a slut from the beginning.”

a chorus of gasps echo from the table. you should feel saddened that someone you cared for previously was throwing insults at you, but you don’t feel anything. yet, the same couldn’t be said for jimin, who rises up from her seat abruptly, and tosses her glass of champagne at hyunjin.

“don’t talk about her like that.”

“are you fucking serious?!”

“shut the fuck up,” jimin seethes, “and don’t let me hear you utter her name from that filthy mouth of yours ever again.”

hyunjin’s hair down to his tailored suit, drenched in expensive champagne that is probably worth more than your apartment. you watch as his face turns an angry red, and you can almost see the steam coming out from his ears. his mouth opens to retort but he can only gape furiously.

“you’re pathetic and i pity the people that have to be in your company. you forget yourself. don’t you dare come into my sight. my eyes aren’t adjusted to the filth that you are.”

hyunjin stands up from his chair but yeji pulls him back down harshly.

“i can’t believe my girlfriend saw anything but a deplorable man in you.”

you’re left jaw-dropped. jimin grits her teeth before tossing you a look, “c’mon y/n, let’s go.”

she pulls you out of your chair and as you leave, you turn back, sending an apologetic look to the others at the table. aeri only guffaws and ryujin yells, “you didn’t pay for the food!”

jimin’s hand doesn’t leave yours, and you’re a little shocked at how quickly and agile she moves even in heels. your heart’s beating a mile, both from surprise and the adrenaline coursing through your veins. when you reach the car, jimin slams the door shut and she deflates in her seat.

“oh my god,” she says.

“oh my god indeed,” you parrot, still in awe of jimin’s reaction. it was crazy, but you can’t lie, it was attractive having her stand up for you like that.

she turns to you, “i can’t believe i just did that.”

“yeah, me neither,” you laugh, “this is the second time you’ve called him pathetic.”

jimin pouts, so unlike the girl from before, “he just made me really mad! holy shit, aeri’s blowing up my phone.”

you’re reminded of something that aeri slipped out.

“jimin,” you place a hand on her arm as she checks the messages, “so you told aeri about us?”

the ceo turns to you, eyes glistening and her lips pursed out cutely, obviously as an attempt to cull your anger, “i really didn’t mean to! please believe me baby. she just asked me why i was so happy recently and then asked if i was seeing someone and you know i can’t lie to aeri… so i told her about you and—”

“hey, calm down,” you chuckle at the way jimin’s turning red from how quickly she rambled. she catches her breath as her chest heaves, “i’m sorry. i know i broke the rule.”

“it’s okay, jimin. i’m not mad,” you reassure.

jimin’s eyes perk up, “really?”

“yeah, it’s fine. i think it’s really sweet that you stood up for me today.”

“i’ll always stand up for you, you know that right? don’t you remember my promise of helping you whenever?” jimin says earnestly. you smile at her cuteness and sincerity.

you don’t know what this feeling is. the chasing thrill every time jimin’s hands are on yours. the gleamy look in her eyes. the curve of her crooked smile. but it feels similar to love.

“jimin-ah,” you mumble. it’s the most unromantic place and time ever— jimin’s car, parked next to a gloomy lamppost, right after she had just poured champagne on your ex.

but because it’s with jimin, it feels perfect.

you can’t believe you ever thought of rejecting the girl prior.

“yes?”

“i really really like you,” you tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. it’s a shame jimin’s dress couldn’t be properly admired today with all the ruckus. but that’s fine, you had plenty of opportunities to do so in the future.

“i really really like you too,” jimin whispers, as if it’s a secret.

you grin, “you looked really attractive just now. i think you’re god’s gift to earth.”

“mhm. you’re perfect too,” she sighs dreamily, “i really don’t mind giving you my everything.”

it sounds like a confession of love. maybe it’s jimin’s own way, but you both know it’s too early, even if the feeling rivals the purest form of affection and adoration.

“i liked it when you called me your girlfriend,” you admit. jimin beams, “so can i call you my girlfriend? can i be yours?”

you nod shyly at how jimin phrases the question. it’s not whether you’re hers, it’s whether she’s yours. and it’s a barely noticeable difference, but it only makes your heart pound more rapidly against your ribcage.

minjeong likes her job. it’s easygoing and the pay’s good. her colleagues are all really nice too. it’s an enjoyable job. she especially enjoys the company of her sunbae from high school. but recently, despite minjeong’s annoyance, her senior has been spending more and more time in the ceo’s office, and not at her desk. the usual conversations between them had gone so quickly and minjeong missed her sunbae’s presence.

she wonders if the ceo is holding you hostage. she’s seen the mountain of papers on your desk before, but she chalked it up to you just being an overachiever.

“minjeong,” her head lifts up, it’s mark lee and team manager kim gesturing at her to come over. their behaviour is strange, minjeong immediately notices, huddled in a corner of the lounge and whispering conspiratorially.

“what’s up? is something wrong?”

manager kim shakes her head and instead asks the damning question of, “do you think y/n and our boss are hooking up?”

what!

“uhm,” minjeong mumbles, “i don’t know?”

mark only nudges minjeong’s shoulder, “wait till y/n comes out of karina’s office and just look at her neck. she might have a few hickies.”

minjeong doesn’t think so, but she agrees to be their lookout and she waits patiently for you to come out. once the door swings open, minjeong catches a glance of karina adjusting her blazer and your hands pulling at the collar of your blouse.

huh. that’s strange.

she trods over to you, a faux smile on her face as she says, “are you in trouble again? you’re always in karina’s office!”

minjeong watches as your eyes widen and you clear your throat, “y-yeah… we were talking about a report… i made a few mistakes.”

her own eyes trail from your face to your poorly hidden neck, where a few bruises reside.

suddenly, everything clicks into place. the frazzled look you always had, the way karina would come out all messy— and the hickies!

minjeong can’t control the words that come out next.

“oh my god— you’re fucking the boss?!”

[whiteferrar1]

“Brothers Best Friend”

Summary: Your stuck at your childhood home during spring break with your Brother; Suguru and his annoying best friend, Satoru Gojo. Everything goes well up till a single night

Warnings: 19 Yr old reader, Gojo is 21, banter, mentions of blood and fighting, fingering, virgin reader, Gojo being a lil mean :3 pet names, Gojo steals Geto’s car, STEM reader 😛, NOT AVTUALLY PROOF READ, Porn with plot

Staying in your childhood home after long drawn out semester of college classes, shitty side jobs, unpaid internships, you could finally relax.

So you did. You laid back against the pillows on your childhood bed, hanged out with childhood friends who stayed in your hometown for school, stayed up late watching reruns of old shows that ended in the 2000’s. Everything was perfect.

Until a tall man with sunglasses and fluffy white hair walked through the front door with a smug grin on his face.

Satoru Gojo, your brother’s best friend since childhood. He walked through the childhood home like he lived there. Taking off his shoes at the door before walking over to the stocked fridge without sparing a glance at you. It irked you- HE irked you.

You and Gojo never got along, no matter what your brother or parents tried to make you two be at least civil in each other’s presence. It never worked out.

“Suguru I didn’t know you already had a girl over” Gojo said to your brother has he grabbed a bag of chips and a soda that you bought and was saving.

He squints his eyes a bit before he chuckles “Oh your sister, sorry that’s even worse”

“Gojo for the love of god, be quiet.” You mumble as you cross your arms with a huff.

“Ahh don’t be like that Guppy~” He coos with a playful glint in his icy blue eyes.

Another reason you hated Gojo. The god forsaken nicknames that he never let go, even as you two grew older. This one stuck and never went away. It was probably because your parents called you it all the time for your love of fish.

You would cry when your family made fish, sniffling as you would try to put the already dead fish into the sink to bring it back to life. Gojo never failed to tease you for that. Laughing as he kept telling you the fish was dead and never coming back.

He would also try to make you eat fish, shoving the fork of warm salmon to your lips as you cried. “You’re such a cry baby, Guppy!” He’d remark with loud laughter as your brother hit him over the head and yelled at him to stop bullying his younger sister.

“Would you stop calling me that! Seriously” I snap at him. Suguru sighed and shook his head at the oncoming banter.

“But you’re just like a guppy! You got fat cheeks like those goldfish” He teased as he flopped down onto the couch next to him.

“Their called Bubble eye goldfish first off, and it’s their eyes that are big not the cheeks” I retort with a roll of my eyes.

“Nerd.” He said with a fake cough.

Your eye twitched slightly before you eye the drink, your drink in his hand.

“That’s my shit asshole! If you’re gonna take something from my fridge at least have the decency to ask!” I exclaim as I move to try to grab it from his hand.

Your chest pushed almost in his face as you tried to reach out for it. He let out a laugh and lifted his arm fully up to avoid your grabbing.

“If I asked you would’ve said no!” He said with a wide grin on his pale face.

You let out another annoyed huff as you get off the couch. You slap the back of Gojo’s head before you turn on my heel.

“Whatever, I have a party to get ready for so this bullshit, doesn’t matter” You grumble as you walk off and up the stairs.

It couldn’t have been more than 2 hours before the sound of your heels are heard coming down the stairs. Gojo is still on the couch next to your brother as their hands click away playing a video game on the TV.

“I have a little reunion party with some of my friends, so i’m heading out. I should be back by 10” you say mostly to the air, as you grab your handbag from the kitchen.

Gojo’s eyes scanned you up and down. A light blue crop top that hugged your chest just right in Gojo’s opinion. A pair of black jean shorts, and a pair of lifted sneakers. Everything you wore, how you looked, made Gojo’s normally calm face flush.

Gojo wanted to say something, maybe a teasing joke or a horrible pick up line but he was left speechless. You had really grown up. To him before you left for college you were always Suguru’s annoying crybaby little sister. But now… You were Y/N the stunning STEM major that looked so good dressed up in his colors.

You left and the night passed by quickly. Gojo couldn’t shake you from his mind though. When his mind would wonder from the video games of the TV showing playing, it would run back to you. Little snippets of moments from childhood, your witty personality, the little tears that would swell up in your big Bambi eyes when you would see a stray animal or be offered fish.

He’s snapped out by two things. Suguru snoring on the other side of the couch and Suguru’s phone ringing appearing your name. Gojo groaned a bit as I leaned up from the couch and grabbed the phone.

“Hello?” Gojo says through the phone.

“Gojo, it’s me, Y/N uhm where’s my brother? I need to picked up, like…now” You say with a rushed tone, worry lacing your tone.

“He’s dead asleep, what’s wrong I can get you” Gojo responds as he’s already sitting up from the couch and grabbing his car keys.

You sigh softly “The party, went to shit… Me and this girl started arguing and it got heated. She pushed me so I throw a punch. She was on the floor and I thought I won but then a knife was pulled out, cops are coming and I’m sitting on the front porch waiting” You explain.

“I’m already driving, I have your location, I’ll hear there in a minute” Gojo responds before he hangs up.

The man speeds through the streets, trying to get to you as soon as he could. He pulls up in front of the house and sees you sitting on the stairs up to the porch, a cigarette in between your fingers. He speed walks over to you, looking at your bruised face and crust of dried blood under your nose.

“Are you okay? Did you need to go to the hospital? Can you walk” He worriedly asks as He pulls you up onto your feet.

“I’m okay Gojo, really. It’s just a bruised eye and some cuts” You try to explain say as he holds you while you walk to the car. He keeps you tightly in his arms as he gets you into the front seat.

“I was worried when you mentioned the knife, thought you’ve been stabbed” He mutters has his hands keep close on the stirring wheel. He drives fast to get home, speeding through red lights as you looked at him with a worried expression.

“Why are you going so fast! You’re gonna get a speeding ticket and a ticket for running through like 2 red lights” You scold him as he just rolls his eyes.

“Your hurt, I need to get you back to the house so we can figure out if you need stitches or if you have a concussion. Plus; this is Suguru’s car” He explains as he moves his right hand to pats your thigh then keeps his palm on the skin.

It’s no use in fighting him so you nod. you barely noticed you got home. Gojo swiftly helps you out of the car and rushes you into the house. He sees Suguru is still sleep so he softly places his phone back down where is was before he takes up to the upstairs bathroom.

Gojo pulls out a med-kit and a portable ice pack. He pops the pack open and hands it to you to place on your eye. You tell him a soft thank you. He walks up and examines your face. His thumb rubbing your cheek as he uses his phone flashlight to check your pupils. They seem fine before he disinfects your cuts and puts little bandaid on them gently.

“Thank you Satoru…How can I repair you for helping me out” I whisper to him as he looks down at you.

“How. about…A kiss?” He teasingly says with a smile.

“Your for real?” You ask with a flush reddening your face.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about you” He whispers.

You smile softly before you pull his down and press your lips against his. You put the ice pack down as his hands go to your waist.

The kiss has passion of years of tension and want flowing into the touch. His lips soft as he puts you on the bathroom counter. He hands clawing your clothes with need.

“I-Fuck- I need you sweetheart” He whispers to you, hands slowly pulling at your shorts. He unzips the jeans and pulls them down.

His lips stay connected to yours, his finger tips brushing against your clothed cunt. His thumb swiping circles along your throbbing clit. Your breath hitches into the kiss, your back hitting against the mirror.

“Fuck-Satoru wait” You gasp as you hold his wrist in place “I’m a virgin, like never had anything done.” You tell him.

“I’m fine with that, if your are. I’ll be gentle and take it at your pace” He says. You nod and let go of his wrist and lets him use a finger to slide off your panties.

“Such a pretty pussy” He groans as his cold hands rub up and down your folds. “Can’t believe I didn’t get to look at her sooner” He whispers.

His thumb rubs against your clit again, pressing slightly down as you gasp out. “Fuck! Satoru” You whine.

Your foreheads lean against each other he shushes you softly “Gotta stay quiet baby, don’t need your brother hearing us” He warns.

“Already so wipe from just a lil’ teasing, you really haven’t been touched” He mumbles as he puts his middle finger inside your hole.

Your moans grow loud making you clasp a hand over your mouth. He speeds up his pace a bit, before he puts his ring finger inside. His fingers curl at the gummy spot in your cunt as you loudly whine against your palm.

“Fuck baby, clamping down on me, can’t imagine how my dick is gonna fit into this pretty cunt” He groans.

You take your hand off your mouth . Your hands grab his shoulders, his fingers fucking into you at a pace that made you almost tear up.

“Sososo good! Fuck- Please don’t stop please Satoru please” You moan while trying to keep your voice down “I need to cum, I’m gonna cum soon Toru’” You tell him as your head throws back against the mirror.

The white hair man grins wildly, hunger and lust flaming in his blue eyes. His fingers keep a fast pace, curling and rubbing up against that sweet spot.

“Satoru I’m gonna cum!” You warn you with loud whines escaping your throat.

“Let go baby, cum around me fingers sweet girl” He tells you.

The two fingers hit the perfect spot before your seeing stars. Loud moans unable to be held back. Your cunt clamps down onto his fingers. Your thighs shake fast as he slows down the pace slightly and lets you ride out your orgasam.

Sweat drips down your forehead with sighs leaving your mouth. Satoru kisses your cheek softly as his hands leave your sensitive pussy.

“Such a good girl…” He tells you “Let’s go take a bath”

.

.

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The next morning while you and Satoru sit on the couch eating food Suguru slams the front door open “Why the fuck do I have 3 speeding tickets?!”

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Little Seresin - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Excessive Fluff; Use of "You" but No Y/N, No Names or Physical Descriptions

Summary: You surprise your husband by putting your daughter in an opposing team's jersey.

Master List

The second that Jake saw your daughter for the first time, all bets were off. 

The man soaked up every minute of daddy daughter time that he could get. For the first few weeks of your daughter’s life, he slept in the guest bedroom with her so that you could recover and have the energy to take care of her during the day when he was at work. Spending all of those nights together seemed to create a deep bond between them. And your daughter was very much attached to her dad. 

As such, they had a lot of traditions that they shared just the two of them.

Every evening that the Cowboys were playing, Jake would get her dressed up in the little jersey he bought her and they would sit on the couch and watch the game together. Jake would explain what was going on to your daughter, who sometimes paid attention and sometimes slept or tried to play with her daddy instead. But it was a tradition cemented in your family’s day to day life. 

But today you wanted to mess with your husband just a little bit. 

“Look at you all dolled up,” you cooed, picking up your daughter. “Do you like the Eagles jersey that Uncle Rooster sent you, huh? And the little ribbons?”

Your daughter sucked on her fist, eyeing you like she knew something was off. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you perked up when you heard the door unlocking, meaning that Jake was home. 

“Let’s surprise your daddy, huh?”

Walking out of the nursery to greet your husband, you made sure to hold your daughter out to him so that he could see the jersey that she was wearing. 

“Hey, Baby Girl—what is she wearing?” Jake asked, turning to you with clear and overly dramatic betrayal in his eyes. 

“Rooster bought it for her. Isn’t she so cute?” you cooed, causing Jake to take your daughter from your outstretched hands. 

“She’s always cute,” Jake insisted, holding your daughter to his chest. “What did Mommy do to you, Baby Girl?”

“Jake, she can wear another team’s jersey.”

“She’s a Seresin! Seresin’s only root for the Cowboys. It’s the law.”

“What law?”

“The law,” Jake stated, holding your daughter close, like he was trying to protect her from you. “Don’t you worry, Baby Girl, I’ll get you changed. Just hang on.”

“Jake! I just put her in that,” you called after him, unable to contain your laughter. 

“Oh, no. Look she just spit up all over it,” Jake lied as he pressed a kiss to her head. “Looks like we’ll have to burn it.”

“Jake!”

Ignoring you, your husband returned a few moments later with your daughter wearing a regular shirt and the Eagles ribbons out of her hair. Your daughter smiled that gummy baby smile that seemed to match her father’s so well.

“There, look at how happy she is now!” Jake insisted, ticking your daughter’s side. She squealed and pushed against his chest, curling into his side. “Crisis averted.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“You knew that I was dramatic when you married me.”

“Still wondering why I went through with it,” you lied, folding your arms over your chest. 

“No, you’re not,” Jake scoffed, turning back to your daughter. “Your mommy is all silly today. But don’t worry. Daddy’s here to save you.” 

Your daughter giggled and pressed a kiss to Jake’s cheek, causing him to absolutely beam with happiness. And though you were still playfully annoyed, there was nothing that made your heart warm quite like watching Jake with your daughter.

A.N. Somewhat inspired by the Brisket pics, which is probably why it reads more like Glen than Hangman but hey, I don’t do RPF, so it’s Hangman. Hope y’all enjoyed it!

[just-some-random-blogger]

Maniac

Ex!Aemond Targaryen x Reader + Rebound!Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Summary: Not everyone can take the pressure of being involved with a Targaryen. Beyond the heat the media give the powerful family, there was the heat of those in power within the house that stood between everything. This is what lead to Aemond letting you go and Daemon swiping you up.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: modern au, fem!reader, mention/depiction of sex, old money!targaryren, smoking, drinking, eternally smug!daemon, eternally annoyed!aemond, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a poll decided pairing (: . idk i thought of this plot while vibing to maniac by conan gray Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @slavyanskiyahui @lxdyred

"Hey puppy," I coo as I jog up to the door and cup Aemond's face. I pepper him with kisses before wrapping my arms around him, "how was work?" He looks at me, grabs my wrists, pulls my arms away, and speaks my name. I raise a brow, "Aemond?" "I'm breaking up with you."

The bass in the venue thumps in my ribcage. I hop around with the sea of people to the beat of some obscure EDM song. I throw my head back and cheer. I sway my hips after downing the contents of my cup.

I nearly gag as I burp. I wipe my lips as I still for a moment to get my bearings.

Fuck. If he knew, Aemond would be so-

I growl when I catch myself in the middle of that thought. I mess my already messed hair up and crush my plastic cup.

No, no. Fuck Aemond.

I shirk when the bodies around me begin to get too close for comfort. Time to get out of here.

I weave through the crowd, glad the sequins of my fitted red dress wasn't getting snagged into anyone's clothing. As I squeeze through a group of girls, I catch a face from the corner of my eye. His burning blonde hair looked pink under the lights; still, he was unmistakable, and it seemed so was I, judging by how he raises his glass to me after we lock eyes.

I look away. How dare he act so familiar?

I turn back to him. He beckons me over with a head tilt.

I scoff. Fuck you. How dare you tell me what to do after all the shit you put me though?

I take a split second to debate whether or not I want to deal with him tonight. It's probably going to be horrible if I do, and yet, my feet are taking me straight into the eye of the storm.

That was, until the bouncer in the VIP section blocks me.

I look up at him and blink, "hi."

"No sneaking in, love," he mutters.

"Let her through, Sandor," a voice calls, making the said man look over his shoulder and turn back to me. He steps away and unhinges the stanchion, motioning with his head.

I walk through, smile, and nod, "thank you, Sandor."

Sandor ignores me and goes back to his post.

"Hello, baby girl," the blonde says from the bar he's leaned on.

I sit down on the stool next to him and grimace, "hello, bastard."

He shifts on his elbow, "I'll have you know Rhaenyra's children have been legitimized following her marriage to Strong."

I pretend to hum in intrigue as I place my crushed cup next to his martini glass.

"But of course, you wouldn't know that because you were too sick to attend the wedding," he tilts his head, "or so Aemond says."

I shrug, "Aemond and I broke up."

"A mutual break up?" he quirks his brows, "I doubt that. What'd he do?"

I narrow my eyes at him, "what do you mean?"

"Oh come on," he waves a hand, "you wouldn't let me touch that kid with a 6 foot pole. What? Did he fuck your sister? Think it was you?"

I cringe, "that's something more on brand for you, Daemon."

"I'll have you know, I have perfect eyesight," he takes his glass, "my nephew however..."

I glare at him.

Daemon sniggers before he sips his drink, "see. Even now you're on his side."

I lick my lips in annoyance, "I'm not on his side."

"Worry not, darling," he turns and motions to the bartender, "the wraith is awfully attached to you." The bartender walks over. "You'll at least see him grovel and beg for you-- a cosmo," he turns to me, "right?"

I clench my jaw then shrug.

Daemon turns back to the bartender and nods. The bartender mutters 'you got it' before walking off.

"He broke up with me."

Daemon takes his glass but sets it down before he even takes a sip.

I look at him and feel irritation rise up my throat. I cough it out with a- "is that really so hard to imagine?"

He tilts his head, "I'm confused. You want me to think this makes sense?"

"I want you to remember how you laughed when Aemond's dad called me a bootlicking bimbo-"

Daemon chortles immediately.

"- and how you always remarked on the dresses I wore whenever I was around. Aemond's grandpa ended up giving me shit for it!"

"Woah," Daemon wheezes, "okay. Otto is a true cunt, to you especially, but can you blame me? You truly are distracting in those dresses, darling." He motions to my body.

I jump off my seat and shove his shoulder, "fuck you, Daemon. He called me a harlot when he thought I wasn't looking."

The next second, I'm walking away fuming, but the sniggering moron stands and grabs my arm, "look. It's funny because it's stupid."

I whip my head back and yank my arm away, "fuck you!"

"Why are you so bothered by what Viserys and that old fuck think anyway?" he gives a lopsided smile that didn't reach his eyes, "it's not-"

"Why would I care about what my boyfriend's father and grandfather think of me?!"

"Ex," Daemon shakes his head and rolls his eyes, "and you and I both know it's not true."

"It's true to them," I point to nowhere as I feel my eyes water at the memory.

"It's really not," he mutters, digging his hand in the inner pocket of his coat, " 's just some shit they said cos they're pissed."

I turn away from him and tilt my head back, fanning my face as I refused to shed a tear, especially in front of him.

Daemon watches and places a cigarette between his lips, "I know big brother didn't like the fact he couldn't find a reason to hate you."

I clench my jaw as I glare at Daemon.

He pulls out a lighter and opens it. The stick in the corner of his mouth wiggles as he speaks, "he had plans to match Aemond with a Baratheon girl."

A line forms between my brows.

He lights his stick and takes a deep swig of nicotine. Smoke comes out of his nose and mouth, making my face contort further. Daemon then swipes his thumb on the crinkle on my forehead, "trust me, Baratheons are boorish."

I feel my lips quiver.

Aemond told me not to worry about her.

I feel like my insides were being ripped out.

Don't you do it. Don't you dare fucking cry over-

"Baby girl-"

"Don't you fucking call me that, asshole," I hiss as saltwater begins to pour from my eyes.

Daemon feels immensely uncomfortable, "want a puff?"

I begin to feel my eyes burn because of my makeup.

I have to get out of here.

He sighs and rubs the tears off my skin before turning to the bar where the Cosmo was just placed. "If you're gonna cry over Targaryen," he mutters as he pulls out his wallet and settles his bill. He turns back to me, handing me he drink.

I do not get it from him and he sighs again as he places it down. I cringe at the smell of his smoke. He continues, "wouldn't it be better if it was because of my dick?"

My face contorts.

He draws in another deep breath and pulls the stick out of his mouth using two fingers.

"Fuck you, Daemon," I growl before turning away.

"My place then?" he follows after.

Daemon follows me outside.

I am booking a ride home on my phone

"Oh, don't be boring," he snatches the object and places it over his head.

"Daemon!"

"Don't worry," he looks up and cancels my order, "I already called one."

"Give it back!"

"Oh, come on, you want to wallow in your self-pity or have it fucked out of you?" he offers, "besides, the car will be here in five."

My eye twitches, "how is that even possible?!"

"Shortcuts, babes," he mutters as he bites his cigarette and adjusts it in his lips. He tilts his head, "you make a shortcut for a ride, put it on your homescreen, give it a push-- gods, maybe you are a bimbo."

I grunt and snatch his cigarette and put it out on his chest. He yelps and pulls back as it surely burned through his shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I fake-pout, "I thought you were done with that."

Daemon glares at me as he brushes his shirt off, "oh, you want to mark me, do you, little girl?"

"I don't want-" the words retreat into my mouth when he marches over and I find myself pushed against the streetlight. His arms are on my sides, hands gripping the pole behind me.

"Don't want what?" Daemon leans in, close enough that I can smell the cigarette smoke and the cologne on him. It was an overpowering smell.

I feel my body warm as he laughs at my silence.

"You know, I always knew you'd burn Aemond's fingers. I just didn't know he'd pussy out and let go if you got too hot."

Daemon looks past me and leans back, taking my hand as a car pulls up, "I happen to bask in dragon fire."

"How original."

I let him drag me back to his place. I let him get under my skin, into me. The night was filled with spiteful remarks, mocking laughs, and rough kisses, but it was also surprisingly filled with whispered praises, reassuring touches, and unbroken promises of pleasure.

It was no competition though, and in the first place, I should not have been comparing one or the other. It was an unfortunate reflex as of late. And it was easy for my mind to think him when his uncle's hair fell on his face almost the same way his did.

Gods they even said the same shit, it was fucking with my head.

I ended up saying Aemond instead of Daemon at one point, and spent what felt like hours being punished for the mistake.

It was clear, twice that after it was rectified by Daemon, he wasn't Aemond. He was nothing like him. Daemon was a good fuck but we didn't do it in his bedroom. He didn't want to hold me after, nor did he make an effort to clean me (or himself) up. He called me good girl but didn't say I love you, for obvious reasons. He made my flesh sting but made no efforts to soothe. And when he marked my skin and called me his, I didn't feel like I belonged, I felt like I was owned.

He did leave me tired in his guestroom before getting up to sleep in his own bed. But I was not tired enough to resist the itch of getting on the internet the moment I woke up. I felt like I was on autopilot as my fingers moved.

I had to hold back a sound when I saw Floris Baratheon's post of her in the Targaryen estate's garden. I shudder at the caption. Luncheon date my ass.

Oh gods.

I could feel tears building up as I opened a browser and looked up Targaryen and Baratheon.

Relationship?

My heart was pounding. I sit up and push the sheets off me while I scroll through article after article.

"Oh, good," the door creaks, "you're up. Are you the one that's allergic to nuts or was that someone else entirely?"

I look up at Daemon as he peeks through the door of his guest room. His hair is damp, signifying a fresh shower. He walks in when I full on break into a sob. He curses then blurts, "does something hurt? Do you need something?"

"Aemond is with Floris?"

He stops in his tracks, "what?"

I drop my phone and retreat under the covers, "he told me he never even spoke to her, and now they're together?"

Daemon purses his lips then sucks in a breath, propping his hands right above the band of his red boxers, "right," he rubs his bare belly, "you want breakfast or not? Should I use almond milk? It's the only thing I got."

"FUCK YOU!" I growl and chuck a pillow at him.

The pillow misses Daemon by a mile and he stares at it as it flies off to the side. He turns back to me then wipes his nose, "fine. I'm putting the almond milk," he walks off, raising a finger, "also, I have work in an hour. If you stay, know your dress is on the couch. My cleaning lady might do something with it though."

Daemon's bare feet tingle against the cold tiles of the penthouse. He sniffles and turns on the fireplace with a remote before heading back to the kitchen.

One of the few things he could actually cook was oatmeal, and he was pretty good at it, if he did say so himself.

He furrows his brows when he hears the telltale button sounds of the front door. He turns to the digital clock on the wall and wonders if the cleaning lady was coming in early today.

Daemon is pulling out some fruit from the fridge when he hears a rather unwelcomed voice call out to him, "good morning, Uncle." Or should he say welcomed?

He looks at the him, unable to hold back his smirk, and sets down the things on the counter, "fancy a bowl of oats, Aemond?"

"Father instructed me to get the Harrenhal files from you."

Daemon chews on a raspberry as he mixes the pot of oats, "that's the longest no I've ever heard."

Aemond watches Daemon grab two bowls. He shakes his head, "I've already eaten."

" 'S not for you, darlin'," he retorts as he turns the stove off and pour the content.

In that moment, Aemond looks around and spots a glimmering dress on the couch. He involuntarily thinks it looks familiar but thinks little of it as he turns back to Daemon, "I didn't realize you had company."

Daemon snorts, "she's a feisty one. You'd know about that, right?"

Aemond does not react as his uncle grins.

He points to his chest, "burnt me with my own cigarette," he smirks, but it doesn't last. "Also, tell your old man if he asks the cleaning lady for my passcode again, I'm breaking his teeth."

"I'm just here for the Harrenhal files."

Daemon eyes Aemond before pouring the food into the bowl, "why? I'm coming to the meeting with it in an hour."

The latter tilts his head, "father mentioned you got into an argument and thought you might not show."

"So," the former puts the pot down with much more force than necessary, "he had his son break into my house?"

"I was going to wake you if you were asleep."

"And if I wasn't here?" Daemon leans on the counter.

Aemond shrugs, "I'd look for it myself."

Daemon is about to burst into a fit of High Valyrian curses up until his name is called out. Him and Aemond turn to the side.

"I showered in your bathroom and now I'm stealing your shit!" I call out as I rub my hair with a towel I found in his guestroom.

I look at my puffy eyes and purple neck marks in the mirror in his bedroom and hear Daemon call out, "what shit?!"

I go through his closet and grab a the first shirt I spot, "your watch!"

I vaguely hear him chuckle, "I don't have watches in my bedroom-

"Pity," I mutter under my breath.

"- but feel free to get whatever clothing you want!"

A generous statement, Aemond thinks. He used to watch his uncle bring back different women all the time when he still lived at the estate with them. He never once was like this though. He watches Daemon as he chuckles. He finds it immensely bizarre that his uncle seems so giddy. He's beckoned by him again, "sure you don't want a bowl, wraith?"

Aemond grumbles at the nickname, he always hated it, and merely clenches his jaw.

He shrugs, "suit yourself."

"Will you give me the files or not, Daemon?"

Daemon looks at him before grabbing two spoons from the drawer, "fine. Want them so bad? I'll give them to you."

"Thank you," he mutters in relief.

"Why don't you take a seat, scarecrow," Daemon adds, "you're going to spook the girl."

Aemond rolls his eyes as he moves over to the living space. He sits on the one sofa chair and eyes the red dress across him for a moment. He then looks out the window before pulling out his phone.

Daemon watches his nephew walk off. He holds back a laugh as he turns back to the oatmeal. He practically combusts with excitement when he hears shuffling from the left.

He looks up at me as I walk over to him.

"Morning, baby girl," Daemon coos and crosses his arms, "my stolen shirt suits you."

Aemond clears his throat involuntarily upon hearing this. He couldn't have whispered? He fishes for his earpods in his pocket and curses himself for not bringing it.

My eyes take in how Daemon's chest bulged. He takes in my puffy eyes as I retort, "want it back? You look cold."

Aemond finds himself eyeing the dress again after hearing that. Why does her voice sound like that?

Daemon lips quirk. He grabs the shirt I was wearing and pulls me toward him. I collide with his chest and his hand slips under the fabric, "naughty girl. You'd offer such a thing when you're not even wearing underwear?"

This is definitely not something Aemond signed up for.

I raise a brow at Daemon, "when did you become such a prude?"

He chuckles and places a hand on my shoulder. His thumb rubs the marks he left on my neck, "you want me to fuck you the counter?"

Right. Aemond stands from the couch and turns to Daemon, "just tell me where the file is and I'll get it myself."

I jolt and grab at Daemon upon hearing that.

Daemon breaks into a laugh.

I whisper-yell, "there's someone here?!"

Daemon pushes my hair back as he hears the sound of footsteps approaching. He looks over his shoulder, "actually, now that I think about it, I think the Harrenhal files are in the file cabinet in my office."

Aemond's fury blazes then dissipates in an instant. He is frozen in his spot when he locks eyes with me.

My body has a rather instant reaction to him. My mouth watered as though I was about to vomit. My hold on Daemon is released.

Aemond's mind was racing as he eyes my appearance. His throat constricts, eye almost flinching as he notices my pert nipples and the dark hues across my neck.

Daemon is the only one not petrified. He rubs my side before pulling away to get his bowl of oats. He eats a spoonful before muttering to Aemond, "it's in the bottom drawer, methinks."

Aemond completely ignores this, eyes fixed on me, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

Daemon raises a brow, "don't think that's any of your business."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I rebut.

Aemond scoffs, "what am I doing in my uncle's home?"

I scoff too, "it's not like you two were ever close, Aemond."

Daemon looks between us as he eats, "this is really good."

"So what?!" Aemond barks, "you're fucking him to get back at me?! A rather pitiful play on revenge, don't you think?"

The ferocity of his tone stabs through my chest. He was never one to raise his voice, and hearing his voice was already painful as it is. I am glad I have the wits to snark back, "why would I need to get back at you? You've been nothing to me for the past two months. I'm doing this because I want to."

Daemon licks his lips as he unabashedly chuckles.

Aemond clenches his fists.

I begin to heave heavily.

The longest of moments pass.

Daemon catches the way I begin to falter. He pushes the other bowl of oatmeal towards me, "eat before it gets cold."

I turn to Daemon after grabbing the bowl. I immediately stuff my mouth. I meant to give a really exaggerated reaction, but I find myself momentarily distracted by how genuinely good the oatmeal tasted. I mumble, "... this is really good."

Daemon smiles, "it is, isn't it?"

I tense when Aemond calls out my name.

Daemon's smile disappears as he turns to his nephew.

"Let's talk about it outside," Aemond mutters.

Daemon scoffs, "if she wanted to talk to you outside, she'd have said so by now, don't you think?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Daemon," Aemond rebuts.

I flinch when Daemon drops his bowl carelessly on the counter and straightens up, "this has everything to do with me. She went home with me; she's in my house, wearing my shirt, being demanded things by my stupid nephew, who, by the way, is now leaving."

"She's my ex-girlfriend," Aemond's neck strains. He steps forward.

"Yes, she was your girlfriend and now she wants nothing to do with you-- get out!"

The decay of Daemon's loud voice merely intensifies the tension in the room. I cannot express the relief I felt at the sound of withdrawing footsteps. I let out a sigh when I hear the door bang shut and bury my face in my hands.

Daemon shifts in his place and looks down at me, "pretty satisfying, no?"

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME AEMOND WAS HERE?!" I explode and attack him with punches.

[igotanidea]

No strings attached (1) : Jason Todd x plus-size!reader

Summary: Madison was Jason's stalker and he was tired. When Y/N moved into the neighbourhood he saw that as an opportunity to get rid of the baggage. Accidental meeting led to something more than friend, never a relationship though. He was not into tail, surely not, right? So why sudden change of behaviour when she pushed him away? And why would she push him away in the first place?!

Warnings: not in this chapter, but definitely smut and angst in the next ones. I'll post individual warnings in each chapter

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„Why the fuck can’t you just leave me alone?” Jason sighed deeply leaning onto the doorframe of the apartment next to his. Honestly he had no idea what was happening to him lately. Maybe it was the effect of getting back to Gotham, but he became more depressed than before. Guess being back from the death and realizing your family replaced you does such things to people. Of course, there was his hole Red Hood persona, but Jason? Jason Todd was insecure, sensitive and in desperate need of someone to love. And someone who would love him back. However, all those traits were skillfully covered by sarcasm, edgelord attitude and harsh behavior. So why wasn’t he able to just tell this girl to fuck off and leave him alone? Why couldn’t he say something mean, which will left her offended and disappear from his life.

He just couldn’t and it was really getting on his nerves.

“But Jason….” the girl whined “why can’t you see it?”

“See what exactly?” he raised an eyebrow

“We are just perfect for each other!” she squealed and almost jumped into his arms in an attempt to hug him “Come on, just give this a chance!”

“Please, go away, Madison.”

“You remembered my name!”

“Of course I remembered your name. How could I not?” he rubbed his forehead “you left like a hundred notes with your name and number in my mailbox. And sticky notes on my bike. And you tormented my ….’ He hesitated, the word brother, not getting thought his mouth “nevermind. I told you, I am not interested.”

“You just don’t know what you’re missing, Jaybird….”

“Stop calling me that! I hate it! Who …. Who the fuck taught you this nickname!?” now she actually managed to anger him. Maybe it was good, maybe for the first time in a while he would be able to take some direct action and get rid of that stalker of a girl.  

“I got my ways.” She smiled mischievously “nothing ever gets lost in the Internet and I got just the right tools to dig deep.”

“Listen up, Madison….”

“Oh, I am listening. Extremely carefully.” She took a step towards him and he immediately flinched. Cornered by a girl, fucking great. Grayson would never let him live this down. “Come on, Jason, let me in….” she cooed, her hand tracing up his arms towards his shoulder “you remember how much fun we had last time….”

“It was one time! One fucking time and it was a mistake!”

“The kind you want to keep repeating?”

“What the fu…..” he started, but another female voice joined the conversation successfully cutting him off. A very annoyed female voice.

“I’m sorry, but could you two take this conversation, elsewhere? You are kind of blocking the door to my apartment and I would love to take this off.” She pointed towards the heavy backpack she was wearing.

Oh, right. There have been a lot of talk in the building about a possible new tenant. Guess she was the one. And the timing was just perfect for Jason, who immediately jumped into the occasion.

“Baby!” he almost screamed and both girls looked at him with wide eyes. Madison in surprise, bordering shock, the other one with “what-the-fuck” expression, probably wondering if he was mental. So much of a good first impression “you are finally here!” he continued, hugging the girl lightly to not startle her.

“What the …..?” she hissed into his ear, but before she could finish the sentence he squeezed her tighter, almost getting a kick in the groin.

“Come on, just play along with me for a minute.” Jason whispered, so that only she could here “I need to get rid of her, I’ll buy you a wine or whatever, just help the neighbor out.”

“You’ll owe me much more than just a wine if you keep your hands where they are now.”

Oh, shit. Only now, he realized that his right palm was definitely way to low on her back. But damn, the girl got curves in all the right places and he was just a man.

“Sorry.” He mumbled and pulled away, acting like they knew each other for eternity “Why didn’t you call me, princess? I told you to do it the second you get in town! I can’t believe you carried all this weight by yourself!”

“I just wanted to surprise you…, em…, honey.”

“You most definitely did.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Hold right there.” Madison came in between them and pushed the other girl away slightly “who the fuck are you?”

“She’s my girlfriend.” Jason blurted, hoping his new neighbor would really play along.

“GIRLFRIEND!?”

“Yeah, um, hi, I’m Y/N. Nice to…..”

“Did you know you’re boyfriend is cheating on you, sunshine? No wonder, though.” She gave Y/N a look over  “You should really lose some weight, sunshine. Will do you good. ”

“I’m sorry, what….?”

“Hey! You have no right to talk to her like that!”

“Sure not. but for some reason you choose me over her multiple times….”

“ONCE!”

“Whatever, Jaybrid. If you ever get bored with her, again, you know where to find me. I’m not giving up on you, baby” Madison raised onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek briefly. Jason almost didn’t stop himself from wiping it off his face. “as for you, girlfriend” she almost hissed the last word “I don’t; think this is going to last long. Too bad for you.” her vicious laugh filled the whole staircase “love you Jaybird, call me!”

And leaving just a thread of perfume she was  gone. Not that she left furious Jason and absolutely confused Y/N behind.

“I’m sorry about ….” Jason turned around, ready to do some explanation, but much to his disappointment, the only sound he heard was clicking on the key in a keyhole. From inside.  “Hey, come on, Y/n! Open up!”

“Go away, you freak!”

“Let me at least apologize face to face, not through the door!” a moment of silence on her part gave him unreasonable hope.

“Apology accepted, now move out of my door or I’ll come at you!” if only she knew who she was threatening….

“I promised you a wine for helping me, remember?”

“I don’t care! If you don’t leave in ten seconds I’m gonna call the police!”

“Hate to break it to you, princess, but it’s Gotham. I’m the best chances at protection you have. Or you can always call upon Batman, but I don’t see that being successful.” Jason scoffed, starting to walk back and forth.

“Oh, yeah, right. That really sounds exciting. Meeting the big, bad bat in person.” Her voice reverberated somehow clearer and closer than before and when he raised his gaze realized she actually opened the door and was now standing right in front of him.

Shit, she was pretty with her h/c hair, flowing around her face, a bit fuzzy because of shitty Gotham weather, shiny e/c eyes and pouty lips. She might have been a bit on the heavier side, but it only added to her charm and fire that she showed before by putting on the little display.

She was beautiful and even tiredness of the journey couldn’t hide that.

“Hi.” Jason whispered, a little taken aback and filled with guilt of dragging her into his mess.

“What the fuck was that?” she sighed deeply “Look, Jason, I am exhausted. I had a long journey and as much as I would love to take you up on that wine offer I had no power in me to do that. So how about we just forget about this whole mess and say farewell to each other, hm? I have no interest in interfering in your personal life, especially with the girl who called me fat the second she laid eyes on me.”

“Don’t you want to know your handsome neighbor better?” he smirked and realized that even though it just slipped through, there was a chance that his old self was getting back to life. Was it because of her?

“Nah, not really. I think I’ve seen enough. And like I said, being back in Gotham sucks, but what can a girl do, right? Life sucks as well sometimes.” She shrugged and started closing the door

“Wait!” he put a feet in, before she managed to actually do it.

“What now?”

“Are you from around here?”

“Born Gothamite. Glad you can’t tell it just by looking at me. Now, I really want to go to sleep, if you don’t mind…..” she yawned and rubbed her eyes in the cutest child-like manner, making him feel to many things. Too many dangerous things.....

‘Right, sorry. I’ll leave you to it. Good night, Y/N.”

“Yeah, night, crazy boy.”

She already had a nickname for him.

He definitely wasn’t going to let this acquaintance end up at this….

next part ->->->

[m1ckeyb3rry]

── PEREGRINE // ONE

Series Synopsis: The ways that you and Seishiro Nagi fall together and fall apart over the years.

Chapter Synopsis: You wrap up your affairs before flying over to your hometown, where your best friend will soon have his wedding.

Series Masterlist

Pairing(s): Nagi x Reader, Kira x Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.2k

Content Warnings: unhealthy relationships, cheating, non-linear narrative, probably ooc, angst, nagi is endgame, kira sucks, alternate universe, original characters

A/N: you know it’s a m1ckeyb3rry fic when the main love interest doesn’t even show up for the first few chapters…also please note this is NOT THE FIRST CHAPTER of the story there is a prologue before it!! which gives a lot of necessary background so you’re not (as) confused by the plot

divider credits: @/benkeibear

“Sora,” you cooed at your cat, your torso jammed beneath the bed as you tried to pull her out. “Dearest Sora, please don’t make this so difficult.”

“I told you you should’ve gotten rid of her when you had the chance,” Ryosuke said from where he was folding clothes to put in his suitcase. “Honestly, I don’t get why you insist on keeping her around. All she does is shit in the house and make problems.”

“She uses her litter box like a good girl, and she doesn’t cause trouble on purpose,” you said. “She’s an animal, not a person. She’s not capable of malicious intent.”

“Whatever. All I’m saying is that things would be a lot easier if you had just left her at the shelter when you moved in with me,” he said.

“I’ve had her for years,” you said, finally getting a grasp on her body and yanking her out in one swift move. “She’s a part of my family. I don’t know why you’re so determined to hate her.”

“She hates me, too!” he said. True to form, Sora hissed at him as you walked past, her ears flattening to show the disdain she had always held for him. “And you always take her side. It’s like you like her more than me!”

You rolled your eyes. “She’s a cat. You’re jealous of a cat.”

And you’re the one who’s cheating, anyways. You left this second part unsaid, because it wasn’t really relevant to the conversation, and besides, you had done such a good job at maintaining the facade of normalcy in your relationship that it would be a waste to break it just because he was annoying you.

That didn’t stop you from scowling at him when his back was turned, pressing a kiss atop Sora’s head and smiling when she purred at the show of affection — or was it because you were in the kitchen and near to her container of treats on the counter that she was so pleased?

“I’m not sure what to do with you,” you admitted, scratching under her chin with one hand and opening the jar with the other, offering her half of a treat as a consolation for having ripped her so uncaringly from her hiding place. She accepted it daintily, which meant that all was forgiven, and you stroked her in appreciation.

She was an enormous, fluffy white cat, closer in size to a small dog than anything. Her eyes were a wide, endless blue, hence why you had named her Sora, and her fur felt like cotton when you ran your hands through it. You had had her for almost as long as you had been in America, and you thought that there was almost no one in the entire vapid country who you loved more.

Normally, if you and Ryosuke had to go somewhere, you’d drop Sora off at Chigiri’s. She liked him well enough, and he was typically glad for the company, so it was a mutually beneficial deal. But of course, this time, Chigiri would also be away, as he was attending the same wedding that you and Ryosuke were, which meant that you were somewhat out of luck.

Sora dangled limply in your arms like a heap of rags as you paced about the kitchen, trying and failing to come up with someone who could take care of her while you were gone. Finally giving up when you realized that Chigiri had been right, you really did need more friends, you picked up your phone and called the man in question.

“Yo,” he said, answering almost immediately, though you could hear the shower running in the background, which meant he was either about to get into the bath or had gotten out for the express purpose of answering you. Either way, you decided not to hold him up with useless pleasantries.

“Hey, Chigiri,” you said. “I heard you’re going to Reo and May’s wedding?”

“Yeah, I’m between jobs again, so it’s not like I need to take off work or anything,” he said.

“Again?” you said, your resolve to have a quick conversation shattering almost immediately. The sound of water stopped, which meant that he, too, sensed the call was probably not going to be a short one.

“Tell me about it. I can only land short-term gigs at the moment,” he said.

“Maybe you should just move away from trying to coach entirely,” you suggested. “You were a marketing major, right? You could probably go corporate.”

“I know, but I don’t think I’m that desperate yet. I’m sure something or another will come along. The issue is that no high-level team wants a coach who hasn’t played in years, but those high-level gigs are the ones that are much steadier in terms of pay and schedule,” he said.

“I’d want you as a coach,” you said loyally. “If I was a soccer player.”

“You’d be a shitty soccer player. I don’t even think my coaching could change that fact,” he said.

“You’re so mean to me,” you said.

“Someone has to do it,” he said.

“And there I was, trying to support you,” you said. “On a more serious note, though, any team that doesn’t hire you just because of what happened back then is stupid.”

“Oh, I agree completely, but try telling them that. It’s all ‘sorry, but we want a coach that has a little more experience.’ I have experience! The only reason our school ever won games was because of me, even after I stopped being able to play myself. It’s not like that dumbass coach ever did anything for us beyond praising your peacock bastard fiancé,” he said

“Exactly,” you said, though you had no idea how true this was, as according to Ryosuke, he had been the one to carry the team to victory. The roles Chigiri might’ve had to play in their victories, if any, had always been omitted.

“Ugh, it’s fine. Like I said, I’m sure there’s some youth league that’ll take me on next season, so it’s okay. I’ll work it out, like I always do,”he said.

“Let me know if you need help at any point,” you said.

“Always,” he said.

“In the meantime, uh, I actually need your help,” you said.

“Right, I was wondering why you had called,” he said.

“The thing is that I don’t have anyone else I can leave Sora with, so I was going to pay one of my company’s interns to watch her while we’re gone,” you said.

“Aw, make sure you pick someone gentle. She’s very particular,” he said.

“You know, she is my cat,” you said.

“Just reminding you!” he said.

“I think I know who I’m going to ask already, so as long as he agrees to it, it’ll be fine,” you said.

“Okay, so what’s my place in all of this?” he said.

“Ryosuke and I have to go over a little earlier, since I’m the maid of honor, so I was wondering if you’d be alright with watching her until you have to leave?” you said.

“Why, because you don’t have to pay me?” he said.

“I can, if you want,” you said. “It’s just so she can be somewhere she’s comfortable, since she’s never met this kid before.”

“I was just joking, don’t worry about it. Drop her off whenever,” he said.

“You’re the best,” you said.

“Yup,” he agreed. “Now, I was kind of in the middle of something, so…”

“Oops, right, go enjoy your shower,” you said.

“Wait, how’d you know I was showering?”

Although there were several interns working for your company at any given time, you generally paid little attention to most of them. You were too busy with your own work and life to care about their struggles, so beyond giving them advice when they asked and helping them out when you didn’t have to go out of your way to, you didn’t interact with them much.

There was one boy, though, who had caught your eye. Something about his aloof personality and quiet demeanor reminded you of a person you had known back in high school, and you had unofficially adopted him, though you weren’t sure if he was exactly aware of this fact.

Actually, he was definitely unaware, considering the way he all but jumped out of his skin when you sat across from him in the lunchroom.

“Hey, Niko,” you said brightly. His dark hair covered his eyes, so you couldn’t read his reaction, but if you had to guess, it was probably panic. If you were in his place, that was what you’d be feeling, considering it wasn’t exactly typical of the regular employees to hang out with the students.

“Um, hello, Miss L/N,” he said, somehow managing to keep his voice level. “Am I in trouble or something?”

“No,” you said. “I just need you to do me a favor.”

He got out of his seat immediately, pulling out his phone from his pocket and opening the notes app. You furrowed your brow as he tapped his foot expectantly.

“Well? What’s your coffee order? And which shop do you want me to get it from? I accidentally went to Starbucks the other day to get a latte for the director and he freaked out about it,” he said.

“Oh! He thinks Starbucks makes their coffee too sweet, that’s probably why,” you said.

“I learned that the hard way,” he said.

“Yikes, I’m sure that was not a fun conversation,” you said. “But that’s unimportant. I don’t need coffee, and you don’t have to say yes to this or anything. I guess you can consider it to be more of a request from a friend — although I promise I will pay you!”

“Okay,” Niko said hesitantly.

“I’ll just lay it on you,” you said.

“Go ahead,” he said.

“I’m going abroad for a wedding soon, and I need someone to watch my cat,” you said. “She’s very well-behaved and friendly! Honestly, she’ll just sit with you on the couch the whole time, I’m sure. I’ll give you her food and everything, and like I said, I’ll pay you, so how about it?”

For the first time, he looked up at you, his hair falling out of his face and revealing bright, shimmering eyes. He clasped his hands together, a smile threatening to dawn upon his face, and then it was your turn to grow bewildered by the sudden switch in his personality.

“Yes!” he said. “I’d even do it for free, Miss L/N.”

“Woah, are you a cat enthusiast or something? And none of that; of course I’m going to pay, or else it’d just feel like I’m taking advantage of some poor intern,” you said.

“I really like them,” he said. “I’ve had one my whole life, but my house is a three hour drive from campus, so I haven’t gotten to see her much since graduating high school. I really miss hanging out with her, though, so it’ll be nice to have a cat around, even if it’s only for a little while.”

“Perfect!” you said, cheering internally at how well things had worked out. “She’ll be staying with a friend of mine, so if you’ll give me your number, I’ll send it to him so you can coordinate picking her up at some point.”

“Sure,” he said, giving you his phone so you could type his number into your own. “What’s your friend’s name?”

“Hyoma Chigiri,” you said. Niko’s jaw dropped.

“Hyoma Chigiri?” he whispered. “You’re friends with him?”

“Do you know him or something?” you said, handing him his phone back. Niko shook his head.

“Not personally, but I remember reading about what happened to him,” he said. “It’s one of the reasons my parents convinced me to stop playing soccer.”

“Ah, maybe don’t mention it around him,” you said. “He’s doing fine now, but he still doesn’t like talking about it.”

“That’s understandable,” Niko said. “My lips are sealed. I just can’t believe I’m going to have Hyoma Chigiri’s number in my phone!”

“Feel free to act like a fan all you want,” you said, after the initial strangeness of meeting someone still so obsessed with Chigiri had passed. “He really appreciates it when people praise him. Though, you probably shouldn’t spam him or anything.”

“I’ll be just as responsible with his phone number as I will with your cat. Thank you for entrusting me with this, Miss L/N! I promise I won’t let you down,” he said.

“I know you won’t,” you said. “And, to be fair, it’s not really a difficult task. Just sit at home and watch TV a lot and be kind with her; if you can do that, then Sora will be perfectly content.”

“That’s what I’d do anyways,” he said.

“Great,” you said. “Now I can feel even less like I’m taking advantage of some poor intern.”

“Thank you again for your faith in me!” he said when you reached your office, bowing at you as if you were some kind of sage master that had offered him a great opportunity for personal growth.

At least he was taking it seriously. You thanked whatever deity had intervened on your behalf that you had found the one person within a ten-mile radius who would care for Sora as well as you or Chigiri would.

Unlike Ryosuke, you barely packed anything but the most basic of items. This was because you knew full well that the minute you stepped foot on Japanese soil, you would be dragged into Reo’s arms, whereupon he would force you into his car and take you shopping at the closest luxury mall — on his card, of course. He was prone to such acts when it came to you, mostly because you were one of the first true friends he had ever had, and so he tended to spoil you as if you were his baby sister or something.

“How can you be sure that Reo’s going to get you everything you need?” Ryosuke said, eyeing the suitcase you lifted into the trunk of the car. “It’s been a pretty long time since you saw him last. He’s probably matured a ton since then — I mean, he’s getting married! What kind of wife would be okay with her husband doting on some random girl?”

“For one, I’m not some random girl; I’ve known May longer than Reo has, and I’m also the one who introduced them to one another. She knows there’s nothing between us, so there would be no reason for her to not be okay with it. Secondly, I’ve been friends with Reo for so long that he’s more like a weird cousin of mine than anything. The Mikages look after their own, and it just so happens that I am, by proxy, one of them. So I can be reasonably confident that it’ll work out in that way,” you said.

“Don’t you feel bad, then?” he said. “You’re using your best friend for his money.”

“You’re so determined to find fault with our relationship,” you said. “It’s not like that. Everyone has different ways to show affection for the people they care about. It just so happens that Reo’s so wealthy that that kind of thing is his own personal manner.”

Ryosuke scoffed, pressing the button to turn on the ignition and starting the car without another word, prompting a worried mewl from Sora, whose carrier was currently on your lap. You tapped the side to remind her that you were still there with her, and she quieted at that.

“Don’t forget that we have to go to Chigiri’s first,” you said.

“Yes, yes, we’ll stop by your lover’s house,” Ryosuke said. At your surprised expression, he laughed. “What? You’re always with him or at his place. Any normal person would suspect it.”

There were a million things you could say in response, but the least-inflammatory was a repetition of the same thing you had been telling him since the day the two of you got together.

“You know I’ve never been with anyone but you,” you said.

“Of course,” he said. “I guess that’s true. No matter how many people you sleep with now, you can never change the fact that I was the first.”

“Hm,” you said, staring out of the window and speaking to his reflection instead of facing him properly. “Don’t be crude.”

“Come on, it’s just us two. When else can we make these kinds of jokes?” he said.

“You didn’t seem like you were joking,” you noted.

“Y/N, I’m hurt. You thought I was being serious? I mean, did you really think that I believed for a second that anyone preferred that washed up princess’s company to mine?” he said, stalling the car in the driveway and grinning. “Tell him I said hi.”

“You and I both know that’ll accomplish nothing,” you said, slinging the bag of Sora’s things over your shoulder and gripping the handle of her carrier so tightly that your knuckles whitened. “I’ll be back soon. No point in missing our flight.”

“I’ll be here,” Ryosuke said, waving at you as he began to fiddle with the knobs on the car’s dashboard, evidently trying to decide whether he wanted the radio to play classical music or the latest episode of some talk show.

You rang the doorbell and then stepped back, knowing it might take Chigiri a second to get to the door depending on where in the house he was located. Luckily, he had been expecting your arrival, so by the time your arm began to grow numb from holding Sora’s carrier, he was opening the door and inviting you in.

“Thank you again for doing this,” you said, setting the carrier down with a thump and massaging your shoulder. Chigiri crouched gingerly, unzipping the opening to the carrier and allowing Sora to peek her head out. When she realized where she was, she bounded out, rubbing her head against Chigiri’s legs as he breathed out a laugh and rubbed her face with his hands.

“Don’t mention it,” he said. “It’s nice having someone else in the house. Less lonely.”

Your face softened, and if it weren’t for Ryosuke’s presence looming in the driveway, you’d have leaned over and hugged him. But as it was, your fiancé was waiting, and if you lingered for much longer, you risked missing your flight.

“You have Niko’s number?” you said.

“Yeah. He’s kind of a weird kid,” Chigiri said.

“What do you mean?” you said.

“He keeps telling me that he thinks I’m cool and that he can’t believe he’s texting me,” Chigiri said, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “So strange.”

At this, you smiled, vowing to text Niko and thank him later. His admiration was exactly the boost Chigiri needed when he was so down on his luck, and though he was pretending like he found it odd, it was obvious he was pleased by the attention.

“As long as he can take care of Sora,” you said. Chigiri nodded in determination.

“I’m sure he can. He obviously has good taste in other things, so it stands to reason that he’d be the kind of person who could really look out for her in the way she’s used to,” he said.

“You would be the first to die in a horror movie,” you said. “Did you know that?”

“What? Why would you say such a thing?” he said.

“Never mind,” you said. “I should go. Ryosuke’s in the car, and our flight is soon.”

Chigiri wrinkled his nose, his whole delicate face crumpling at the mention of your fiancé.

“I thought something felt off about the property,” he said.

“You are so dramatic,” you said. “He says hi.”

“Tell him I said fuck off,” Chigiri said.

“I don’t think — actually, sure,” you said. “I’ll do that. See you at the wedding. And Sora, please be a good girl for Chigiri and Niko alike.”

“She will be,” Chigiri said affectionately. Sora had wriggled her way into his arms, and he stood while hugging her to his chest, ready to shut the door behind you. “See you, Y/N.”

You were reluctant to leave, because it would be so easy to stay and talk with Chigiri while playing with Sora, but you knew you had to. Even that knowledge, though, was hardly enough — it was simply the thought of seeing Reo and May again that made you take the next step, and the next, all of the way until you were back in the passenger seat of the car and Ryosuke was reversing the car down the driveway.

“So, how is my beloved teammate?” Ryosuke said. “Did he leave you with a message for me?”

“Yes,” you said. “He told me to tell you to fuck off.”

Ryosuke chuckled. “Sounds about right. He’s always been a petty son of a—”

“Ryosuke,” you sighed. “Do you really get any gain out of insulting the only friend I have left in this country?”

“It’s the same gain he gets out of insulting your fiancé!” he said.

“Which I always reprimand him for,” you said. “And also, he at least has something resembling a reason to resent you. When you do it, it just feels excessive.”

“You defend me to him?” he said.

“Obviously?” you said. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”

“I suddenly feel very cheerful and optimistic,” he observed.

“What are you talking about?” you said. He waved you off.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “It was a personal musing. Think of it like an interjection from the narrator, except that in this case, the narrator and the protagonist are the same.”

“Okay,” you said. “Sure. If that’s what makes sense to you.”

The two of you spent the rest of the drive to the airport in relative silence. Ryosuke hummed along to whatever pop song came on the radio, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel as he drove, and you texted your friends — mostly Reo and May, who had been anxiously waiting for your arrival since you had agreed to come at all.

When you had first started dating, you used to go on aimless drives for hours, talking about whatever crossed your mind. Not a second would go by without one of you speaking, but that kind of constant conversation wasn’t sustainable. Eventually, you both ran out of things to say, and so you began to spend more and more of your time together in silence. That was around the time that Ryosuke began to seek outside assistance in quelling the fire which was constantly blazing within him; whether it was a coincidence or a cause, you could not tell, but it remained that everything had happened at once and led to your relationship now being like this.

You always forgot how long the flight back to Japan was. It was the second reason you never visited, beyond the fact that there was hardly anything worth visiting in the first place — it was a day-long ordeal composed of arguing with the TSA agents, waiting in security lines, and of course the flight itself, which was only marginally bearable because Reo insisted on buying you first-class tickets.

You spent most of it dozing, the armrest between you and Ryosuke pushed up so you could lean your head against his chest as he watched a movie. In the haze of your sleep, you could feel his arm wrapping around your shoulders, his fingers idly stroking your cheek as if that were the natural outcome, as if there was no other place that they could come to rest. It was the easiest that things had ever been between you in some time, and subconsciously, you relished in it, in the soft scent of his cologne, in the warmth of pretending like you were loved by someone again.

Reo had told you, in no uncertain terms, to not even attempt going to the baggage claim. He had contacts in the airport who would take care of it, because of course he did, and so the only thing you and Ryosuke had to do was meet him and May at the gate. You stopped in the bathroom, mostly at your insistence, so that you could freshen yourself after the long flight, which had sapped you of most of your energy despite how much of it you had spent sleeping.

“Are you nervous?” Ryosuke said as you reached the door. He held both of your carry-on bags in his hands, an amused grin on his face as you all but vibrated with every step you took.

“Of course,” you said. “I haven’t seen them in so long, and I haven’t been back home in that same amount of time. I don’t know how it’s all changed. And what if it hasn’t? What if the only one who’s changed is me?”

“Only one way to find out,” he said, nudging you in the side. “Look who it is.”

Standing awkwardly by the metal barrier separating the airport from the street in front of it, surrounded by security guards that kept the rest of the crowds at bay, was Reo Mikage. He wore a pair of khaki shorts and a polo, sunglasses perched on his head as he checked the time on the — likely expensive — watch which he wore on his left wrist.

A grin split your face, your spirit rejuvenated as surely as if you had never been exhausted in the first place. Cupping your hands around your mouth to amplify your voice, you shouted out his name with glee.

“Reo!”

The boredom dropped from his expression immediately as his head snapped up, trying to determine the source of the noise. When he locked eyes with you, he beamed so brightly that you were all but blinded by it, and then you were both racing towards the opening in the barricade where you could finally meet.

You tossed your arms around his neck as soon as you could reach him, clinging onto him tightly, suddenly and unreasonably weepy at the fact that the two of you had finally been reunited. He did the same, squeezing you to the point that you thought you might burst from the pressure.

“I can’t believe you’re finally back,” he said, letting you go and holding you at an arm’s length so that he could look you over with a critical eye. “How have you been?”

“Good,” you said. “Where’s May?”

“She had to go to the bathroom,” he said. “She should be back in a couple of seconds, and she’ll probably be furious, too, considering she was really hoping she’d spot you first. I convinced her that it would be fine for her to take a moment to herself, and that it’d probably still be a bit of time before you arrived, but, uh, I guess it ended up being kind of an unfortunate coincidence in that sense.”

“What’s up, man? Congrats on the wedding,” Ryosuke said, finally catching up to you and offering Reo his hand. Reo glanced at it, and anyone who didn’t know him as well as you did wouldn’t have even noticed the way he hesitated before taking it and shaking it with the firm conviction of a businessman.

“Thanks, Kira,” he said. “You’ve been taking care of my best friend?”

“’Course I have been,” Ryosuke said, ruffling your hair. You did your best to force a laugh, not wanting Reo to have to concern himself with your wellbeing when he was about to be married. “You’ll be the one coming back to America for our wedding soon.”

“That so?” Reo said, raising an eyebrow at you. “I expect to be the first one invited to the wedding, then.”

“Was I the first one invited to yours?” you shot back.

“Er, I mean, not exactly…” Reo said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to tell Nagi first, since I wanted him to be my best man and had to give him adequate time to prepare for the hassle of the role.”

“Then I’ll invite May first, since she’ll naturally be my maid of honor,” you said, your stomach twisting at the mention of Nagi. “But you can be second, Reo.”

“That’s right!” a new voice said. “He had better be second, considering he sent me to the bathroom so that he could win our bet!”

And then there she was in front of you: Reo’s soon-to-be wife and your former roommate, May Ducat. Her thick brown hair was loose and wavy around her shoulders, and her peacock-feather eyes gleamed as she embraced you tightly.

“May,” you said. “It’s so good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you!” she said. “I miss you every day. Mostly because you were a much better roommate than this one. He snores.”

“Hey!” Reo said, gasping in offense. “I do not.”

You dug around in your pocket before solemnly presenting her with a box of breathe-right strips.

“I know,” you said. May clapped in delight, accepting them and then turning to hand them to Reo, who took them even as he protested that he definitely didn’t need them and how would Y/N even know if I snore, anyways?

“Congratulations, May,” Ryosuke said, offering her his hand as well. May glanced at but did not accept it, opting to smile frigidly instead.

“Thank you for coming,” she said. After a discomfiting pause, Ryosuke lowered his hand, brushing it off against his pants and clearing his throat.

“I couldn’t let Y/N come alone,” he said.

“Of course not,” she said.

“It’ll be my first time meeting her parents,” he said. At this, May gave you a sad look. Though you had never told her much, she had always harbored her suspicions, always been less fond of Ryosuke than she really ought to be, considering he was typically polite to her.

“I hope it goes well,” she said. Ever the diplomat, Reo was the first to break the ensuing silence, clearing his throat.

“Alright, then! I’ll have one of my drivers take you two to your hotel room, where your things will be waiting, and then tonight, we can show you around. Y/N, they just built a new mall where that park used to be, so we can go shopping there,” he said.

“They built a mall over the park?” you said, your eyes widening at the prospect. Reo nodded.

“Isn’t it great? It’s so much more convenient than the one we used to go to,” he said. You disguised your frown with a yawn.

“Right,” you said.

“Try not to sleep,” May advised. “It’ll help you break your jet lag if you just stay up for as long as you can.”

“We’ll do our best,” Ryosuke said. May gave him a measured look before nodding slightly, turning away to continue her conversation with Reo instead of risking further discussion with your fiancé.

The hotel you were staying in was only a few streets down from your childhood home, and as with all things Reo, it was excessively opulent. The shower itself was large enough to fit at least ten people, and you spent far longer in it than was really necessary, rinsing the grime of your journey off of yourself.

“Going to sleep already?” Ryosuke said when you crawled under the covers of the bed beside him. “May recommended we wait.”

“I know,” you said with a yawn. “I’m just going to lie down and close my eyes. I’m not actually going to sleep or anything.”

“Whatever you say,” he said, patting you on the head. “I’ll do the same, then.”

Before long, the both of you had passed out.

[officialleehadan]

Baby Rider

What Once Was

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Cyra was aware that bouncing a baby on her hip was not the most intimidating look.

She was also aware of how hard it was to have a new baby in the family, and that Lavas and his wife were halfway dead with exhaustion, and the best possible way to hold a meeting in peace was to to take the fussy little boy from his father.

Lavas probably would have protested, but the naked relief in his eyes when his son stopped yowling and finally took the bottle Cyra offered was more than enough to buy his silence.

Leonara hadn’t stopped chuckling, but Imlyn was old enough, barely, to remember how she had carried his brother the same way so his own parents could get some sleep.

Lavas was asleep on a couch in the corner. Cyra couldn’t even be annoyed with him for it.

“I would say you’ve gone soft, Dread Lady,” Dameld said, much amused by the whole thing even as Geraeld came over and, with the steady hand of a father of seven girls, took the almost-asleep baby from Cyra and bounced him gently. The little lad cooed sleepily at him, but snuggled into Geraeld’s wide arms with every indication of comfort. “But I know better. The skill with a child, however, is new.”

“Not that new,” Cyra said with a find smile for her godson, who was talking with Geraeld’s daughter, Elmia. They seemed to be discussing something that was either a creative way to kill a whole city, or an irrigation system. Cyra wasn’t sure. It might be both. “I learned a great deal with Imlyn and his brother, including how badly a new parent needs their sleep. We take no harm for Lavas having time to sleep.”

“I never suggested it was a bad thing,” Dameld said and ran one large finger over the baby’s soft cheek, but she didn’t make any move to take the child from Geraeld. For good reason, as he had, with an experienced father’s skill, coaxed the little lad almost to sleep. “But.. perhaps odd to see these skills of a peaceful life after our many years of monstrosity.”

“I was retired. We all were,” Cyra said and shrugged. “I hoped not to ever call you lot again, if we’re being honest.”

“I am glad for the call,” Leonara said, and suddenly wrinkled her nose. “But there is a reason I rarely interact with children. Their thoughts are so very loud! He is wet. It is foul, apparently. He wants to be changed.”

“Can’t say I’m any happier when I wet my britches,” Geraeld said and raised the bag Lavas brought with him when he appeared with his son in arms. His wife was still recovering from the birth and despite his desire to make a good impression with Cyra and her Riders, he valued his wife more highly still. Fortunately for him, Cyra approved of his priorities, and the little boy was, to all accounts, an easy child. “Thanks Leonara. I didn’t think he was hungry yet, but there’s no telling.”

“He is also hungry, but the filth in his diaper has his attention,” Leonara reported, clearly entirely displeased by the knowledge that was undoubtedly being bombarded into her mind. Her skills, Cyra knew, could either be open to receiving the thoughts of those around her, or turned off entirely, but only focused on one person with great effort. As a result she could not tune out the baby, and would not turn off her skills when surrounded by people she did not trust. “Warm another bottle while you have the chance.”

“You’re more useful like this,” Geraeld noted and grinned manically when she stuck her tongue out at him. He did change the baby with the ease of experience and tucked the soiled diaper away for Lavan or his wife to wash later “Watch it, spy. You’d be just as pretty without a tongue.”

“I knew you thought too much about my tongue but Geraeld, flirting with me after all these years?”

“Say that in front of my wife, I dare you.”

“Ma is fierce,” Elmia agreed, distracted from her discussion with Imlyn, which had progressed to paper models on the table. Cyra eyed them and decided that the subject was neither poisoning nor irrigation, but apparently siege warfare, considering the small paper trebuchets and what might be cavalry. “People sniff around Pa now and then. She clubbed the last one with a cast iron pan.”

“Auntie did that when our castle was invaded,” Imlyn noted and leaned against the table to observe Geraeld’s efficient disposal of the dirty diaper, and his soothing of the now-squalling child. “Didn’t think they’d make such good weapons.”

“They’re heavy and iron. You can club most anything with something that heavy,” Cyra told him, and reminded herself to resume his sword lessons. He would need them soon. “Leonara, you can leave if the baby bothers you. I don’t think we’re getting much else done. Leave Lavas alone. He needs the sleep.”

“Maybe a bit soft,” Dameld noted, but she was smiling as well, and let the little boy grasp one of her fingers. “But perhaps that is no bad thing. Has there been any word of our missing two? I would not want to call them betrayers so soon, but their absence brings questions I cannot ignore.”

“I know,” Cyra said, and reclaimed the baby from Geraeld easily. “Which is why I have Alanter scrying for them. If they need aid, we will retrieve them. If they have betrayed me, they will learn why no Rider of mine has ever survived to tell my secrets to another.”

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What Once Was: (FULL COLLECTION)

Lady of the Kitchens

Solar Safe

Family Meeting

Birthing Heroes (Subscriber Only!)

Recipe for Intrigue

Edifice

Three Riders (Subscriber Only!)

Old and New

Baby Rider (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[the-blue-marshmallow]

Jegulus + neck kisses

It is now one shot dump time! Say thank you to Corr who gave me enough serotonin to do this stuff and actually show the world my writing.

Regulus lazily strolled through Hogwarts’ corridors, his outer robe left in his dormitory after lunch. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, showing a carefully manufactured image of a self-assured heir to the Black family.

It was a warm day. Most of the students were outside during the long free time after lunch. They all desperately grasped the moments of free time. Oh well. He was free until Pandora or Barty would decide that he needed his annual dose of sunlight.

He strolled down the corridor, his bag hanging from his shoulder. He still had to finish his essay for Potions and read two chapters for DADA. Right, and Transfi-

He was suddenly yanked into one of the classrooms he walked beside. His body was thrown against one of the desks. Two strong arms, with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing perfect brown skin, caged him against the desk. He looked up at the person, slightly scared, because you didn’t get manhandled into an empty classroom everyday. His fear turned into annoyance when his eyes finally landed on the person’s face.

-Jamie.

His voice was snarky and annoyed, reflectring the feelings probably seen in his eyes. James Potter was standing in front of him, with his infuriating glasses and his infuriating fluffy hair and those bottomless eyes that reflected his pale face.

-Hello, lovely. -James’ voice was not its usual cheerful tone that made Regulus’ muscles twitch (his face muscles. Specifically the ones around his lips. Jamie called it a smile.). The other man’s voice was weirdly calm and collected. reserved.

-You are not your usual annoying self today. - it wasn’t a question, more like a statement. - Why?

Jamie’s eyes darkened dangerously (no, Regulus did not like that look. Absolutely not.) and he tilted his head to the side. He was much taller than Regulus and he had to bend over slightly to look him in the eyes.

-That Ravenclaw boy was awfully friendly with you at breakfast.

Oh.

Oh.

So this was it. James Potter, sunshine of Hogwarts, the happiest man Regulus knew, was jealous. Oh boy.

In this moment Regulus realized he played a little too close to the fire. His innocent playing of the Ravenclaw boy to get him to help with his Herbology project might have gotten him into trouble.

You have to understand, dear reader, James Potter was not a jealous man. He did not get angry with Regulus. He did not get jealous of Regulus. He was not possessive of Regulus.

He knew, no matter who Regulus flirted with to get something he wanted, that James Potter in the end was the one who Regulus came back to. He was the brotherfucker, a title earned through tears, sweat and even a little bit of blood. He was the man Regulus trusted the most beside his beloved brother. He was the man his heart yearned for. He was the man who infuriated Regulus to no end but still pulled him back over and over again.

So when James Potter gets jealous because some Ravenclaw boy (who in the end had an ugly personality and Regulus would not consider him even if James never existed) tried getting cozy with him, it surprised the younger Black brother. Not a lot of things surprised Regulus Black.

-Are you jealous, Jamie? - he coos in a mockingly sweet tone and tilts his head.

And then, much to Regulus’ dread, James growls and grabs his jaw roughly. For just a second a jolt of fear washes through Regulus and his breath hitches. James seems to realize in what position exactly his long fingers were. The rough look in his eyes dims a bit and he moves his grip lover, instead resting his hand on Regulus’ long and thin neck.

His thumb brushes over Regulus’ pulse and his head leans closer.

-I am. I really, really am.

James’ hand wasn’t restraining his breathing or his blood flow whatsoever, more just holding him. Showing him exactly what this situation was.

Regulus cast his gray eyes down and sighed.

-I’m sorry, Jamie. I wasn’t flirting with him, y’know. At least not more than normally. - his voice was gentle and apologetic.- He was kinda… pushy.

James slowly shakes his head. He keeps his eyes on Regulus, like he was trying to look into his soul.

-I know. I’m not mad.- James’ voice was gentle but it held a certain dangerous edge to it. That edge, unfortunately, made the little hairs on Regulus’ nape stand up.

-Then why did you manhandle me into the classroom, if you’re not mad?

-I don’t need to be mad at you to want to mark you as my own.- His voice was a low growl. Oh good lord.

James leaned in and pressed his nose to Regulus’ soft skin. He inhaled deeply and sneaked his hand around to the back of Regulus’ head. He threaded his long fingers into his soft hair and tugged gently.

Regulus took a deep breath and fixed his position. His knees were weak and trembling, the only thing keeping him upright was sheer willpower and the desk he was pressed against. James seemed to see the movement and smirked against Regulus’ skin.

Regulus didn’t think about this too much. He thought that maybe James would just ignore it and continue with whatever was happening right now. Maybe, if he was particularly unlucky, his lover would tease him about it. But no. On this day, in a matter of maybe ten minutes, James Potter managed to surprise his beloved boyfriend, Regulus Black, not once but twice.

James’ hands roughly gripped under his thighs and lifted his slim body up. Regulus was set on the desk, his legs on either side of the taller man’s body. His hands were keeping him upright, braced on the cold surface of the desk behind him.

-This okay, baby?

In a moment of sweetness, James stilled and murmured into his pale skin. Regulus wasn’t sure if he could trust his lips to properly work so he just nodded. He felt the other grin into his neck.

And then three things happened. James pulled his head back with the tight grip on his black hair. Regulus whined.

James smiled.

James sighed.

James sunk his teeth into Reggie’s pale skin.

Regulus Black was always taught how to be a respectable young man. One part of that was learning to never react too much. Not cry, not scream, not yell. So when James’ teeth sunk into his neck a very surprising thing happened. Regulus yelped in surprise and his whole body jolted. His hips accidently bucked agaisnt James’ own. Oh, no. This was bad. This was very, very bad. (Also, Reggie just realised, James was slowly building a life record of how many times a person could surprise him in their lifetime. Regulus thought taht if someone were to actually do it, he was glad it landed on James.)

James leaned back and looked Regulus in the eyes. He had to basically loom over Regulus’ form to properly hold eye contact with him.

-Oh, baby… Did you like that?

Regulus blushed wildly at James’ sweet tone. He grumbled and shook his head.

-No. I didn’t like it. You just surprised me, that’s all.

James snickered and chuckled darkly.

-Mhm, sure. Whatever you say, baby.- James said in a sarcastic tone. Regulus should not like that pet name so much, damn it! He was the heir to the house of Black, for god’s sake.

Regulus scowled at James and leaned back on his arms.

-Of course taht’s what happened, you bastard. You’re not all that, no matter what the gryffindor girls say.

James tilted his head to the side and grinned at him.

-Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I just left, would you?- and then he pushed himself off the desk and took two steps back. Oh no.

-Wait!- James smirked but stilled. He waved his hand in the air, motioning for Regulus to continue.- I… OKay, maybe I did like it a little bit.- he grumbled and put his head down in slight shame.

James stepped closer and caged him with his arms again. His fluffy hair was covering his eyes a little bit. He blew some air up to clear his vision and smiled that goofy, annoying and absolutely stunning smile of his that was reserved for his beloved.

-There you go, baby.- his voice was a confident coo.- Good job.

Regulus crumbled. He put his head down to hide the angry blush spreading over his heels and grumbled something even he wasnt sure what it was.

James chuckled and kissed his cheek tenderly. He didn’t force him to look at him or something. He never did, he just accepted that sometimes eye contact was just too much and he would not get it even if he tried. He also knew that forcing Reggie into looking at him would end very, very badly. He witnessed it first hand when some bastard from Slytherin tried to pull that. It was an ugly sight.

And then James dove in and started pretty much ravaging his neck. He bit, he sucked, he nibbled. The sensations pulled little broken noises out of Regulus. He seemed to revel in them and tried different spots just to hear them all.

Regulus struggled with the sensations. James’ lips sucking on his skin, leaving angry purple marks that would probably take at least a week to fade. His teeth nibbling the skin on his collarbones in the most gentle way possible. The full on bites made to the soft flesh of his shoulder, not enough to break skin (he would kill James if he ever actually bit him. Maybe he licked having visual proof of their relationship on his skin but scars were just too much, god damn it.) but enough to make him whimper and throw his head back in a lazy motion.

James leaned back and looked at him, his cheeks red and his lips covered in spit.

-You okay, baby?- he gently brushed Regulus’ fluffy hair back and out of his face. His eyes were awfully tender, now that he got his need to mark Regulus up out of his system. Reggie hated how that look made his stomach flip.

He took a moment to take a deep breath and gather the reality around him. James’ hands were on his thighs, grounding him and providing him with a consistent sensation he could focus on. Damn that perceptive bastard.

Regulus nodded and took another deep breath.

-Yeah. I think I’m okay.- His words were slow and weirdly intentional, like it took a lot of effort to get them out. james squeezed his thighs, not too little but not too roughly either. Just right.

-Can I continue?- His dear asked in a gentle tone. He kept his face leveled with Regulus’, even if they didn’t hold eye contact.

Regulus only nodded.

-...Do you want me to continue?

This was their issue. James Potter was just too perceptive of Regulus’ reactions for the younger to keep any secret around him. Damn him and his stupid, kind heart.

Regulus took a moment to thinkl about the question. He thought for a long time, longer than it usually took him. James was there the whole time, keeping his big, warm hands on his thighs.

He slowly nodded. He realized he had been running the tips of his fingers over the veins on James’ hands to soothe himself. He didn’t stop the motion, despite his embarrassment.

-Do you remember what to say if it gets too much?

James’ voice was so infuriatingly gentle and soothing as he spoke to him. He didn’t demand, he didn’t rush him. He let him take his time and find the words in the mess that was now his mind.

He took a deep breath and tried to get the word out. Then he tried again. He parted his lips and focused very hard on getting this one word out for his dear.

-Petrichor.

James’ grin widened impossibly. He leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead.

-Good job, baby. Thank you.

Regulus blushed and dipped his head forward. He put his forehead on James’ wide shoulder and sighed happily. Even when words would get a little too hard for Reggie, James would make sure he was okay and that he felt loved. He knew how sometimes Regulus would drown in his own thoughts.

-Okay, and can you show me what to do if words get too hard?

Regulus thought for a moment. He then brought his hand higher on James’ forearm and wrapped his thin fingers around his strong arm. He squeezed his arm three times, the first squeeze long and the other ones short.

-Mhm, that’s it. Good job, baby.

Regulus blushed and grumbled into James’ shoulder. The other laughed at his reaction, the kind of laugh that would make Reggie’s heart skip a beat and do a flip. The taller man dipped his head lower and attached his lips to a spot above Regulus’ collarbone that wasn’t yet covered with a bite or a hickey. He slowly moved along his skin, filling in the gaps he left before. His touch was less urgent, less possessive, more gentle. It was like the result mattered less than the process in this moment. There was always one warm hand on Regulus’ thigh, under his own smaller, pale hand. It made him feel assured that no matter what, he had control over what happened to him. That no one ever would make him hold eye contact or do something to him he didn't like.

He whimpered and let his head roll back, revealing more of his pale skin. James snaked a hand under his slightly long hair and put a big hand on the back of his neck, supporting his head and letting his neck relax. He gently put his thumb behind Reggie’s ear and so softly moved his head to the side to kiss and nip at the spot behind his other ear.

The hand on his thigh squeezed him, seemingly in a silent question. He squeezed back, his hand shaking just a little.

James moved to the other side of his neck, rolling his head gently in his grip. He was so tender about it, so soft and careful.

They would emerge from the classroom forty minutes later, Regulus's hair tussled and fluffed up from being held so much. And if he walked a little funny and paid a bit more attention to keeping his neck covered, then damn him for having little joys in life every now and then.

[lustrouslee]

Finally finished one of my small fics, i got to escape the horrors of doing group projects, here you go @wolfcamellias! I got inspired by their headcanon of swk having chickens.

A little long as usual,

-Sun Wukong And The Ladies —

Sun Wukong, The Monkey King And former known as the hero of legends, was preparing chicken feed for the flock of chickens he owns, and lovingly calls them as the 'ladies', he has owned them for a while now. He hums as he puts down the bowls each for them.

He coos, "Hey ladies it's time for breakfast!~" As soon that is said, a flock of chickens excitedly bursted out their pen as their owner opened their gate. The hens chirped happily, as they pecked down on their food. Sun Wukong chuckles at the excited chirps they made, he sat down beside them eating happily.

He pats their head joyfully as they eat, he hums happily "You guys like the food?" one of the hens nodded as if she understood his question, he happily chuckles "good." soon after the chicks had come out to follow their mothers outside.

He slowly picked up one of the chicks, he gently strokes their feathers with his index finger, he puts it on his head. The chick had gotten comfortable in his fur and nestles down there. He puts two more chick in his head as they get cozy and warm in his fur.

The rest of chicken nestles down on his lap, he was surrounded by the flock of the chickens he owns as usual. He gets comfortable in his position, he tries to pet them all but alas there were too many.

He felt fluffy and warm, a comfortable feeling eased on him and the ladies and their chicks. They were purring, "Heh.. Ya'll are really getting comfortable around me aye?" He says as a lazy smile appears on his lips.

He hums a song he cherishes and usually sings, the chickens gets more comfortable, one of them even started to rub against him.

"MONKEY KING!!!" a shout erupted from the forests below, breaking the comfortable and warm feeling, which replaced by the feeling of shock, the chickens were so startled one of them landed upside down.

"Oh dear you alright?" he chuckles lightly as he flips back the startled chicken down, he pats her fluffed up feathers gently to calm her down. "There? You feel better now Chang Shu?" The chicken clucks in return as if a way to say thank you. The other chickens surrounded Sun Wukong, rubbing against him.

He quickly pats them all, "There's so many of you!" he chuckles yet again. "Monkey king!!" Another shout, it sounded more closer however and less loud than the other one. Sun Wukong heard two other voices. "Stop shouting idiot, he can hear us." a gruff -and annoyed voice, must be the son of the demon bull family, —Redson then.—

The other more in a upbeat tone, "Hey! Let him be it's been a while since we have seen monkey king! Never knew mount flower fruit is this pretty!" it was obviously, Long Xiaojiao or more commonly known as Mei in the group. Probably one of the most nicest and terrifying in the group —according to mk themselves. —

He stood up, scooping some of the chicken into his arms. The others follow their owner, protectively walking infront of him. He just shakes his head, "Cmon it's just the kid and his —not gonna lie, very rowdy friends — Mei and Redson." The chickens clucks a few times, Sun Wukong sheepishly chuckles. "Oh right he threatened you guys to turn you into chicken nuggets."

The trio of chaos had finally arrived and Sun Wukong welcomed them, "Welcome Welcome to my humble abode!" Mk's eyes had immediately shown excitement in them as he goes closer to the monkey king, and crouches down to pet the chickens, and Mei his bestfriend, did the same.

"Aww!! They're so adorable!" both of them had said together, while the demon bull instead scoffed, "Cmon now, they're just chickens." he grumbled, Mei shots him down with a glare as Mk instead had a pout on his lips. Sun Wukong simply shakes his head in disappointment, "as so Monkey King—" Mk tapped his shoulder as he stood up.

Sun Wukong tilted his head slightly, "What is it kid?" he asks as he puts a smile on his face. "Ah so can me and Mei cuddle them for a while?" Mk said, as Mei stood up and puts her arms on his shoulder. "Yeahh can we?" Both of them had done the infamous puppy eyes™, Sun Wukong couldn't resist, as per usual.

"Alright Alright you could have them for a while. Just be careful with them—" as soon as he agreed and said yes, the two immediately grabbed some chickens and went somewhere in the mountain, leaving him with redson, and some of the chickens. "Ah gee they're always energetic." Redson didn't really say anything, execpt for a small nod.

"They're just normal chickens, there's nothing special about them—" He says as he gets attacked and harassed by the chickens, "WHAT THE FU–" he runs away, the chickens were too overwhelming to him. Sun Wukong laughs loudly and wheezes, startling the chickens on his arms, "Ahh that is so golden to see.. Wish Mk and Mei could've saw it." as he wipes of the tears on his eyes, the chickens in his arms chirps.

"Alright alright let's get you guys back to the pen"

[foreverdolly]

sneak peak of "wanna be yours". . . 

here's a little tease of the austin butler "ex's best friend" fic that i promised:

“Come on, Y/n. Jeremy is a-” She lowered her voice as she looked up from the cutting board. “Asshole,” she whispered, shooting you and Juniper a small smile before going back to work with her knife. “But Austin isn’t. He asked specifically if you were going to be here tonight because he wanted to talk to you. He loves you both. Besides, you weren’t the one that got caught with a Tinder account. You aren’t the bad guy in this situation. Austin is a loyal friend, but he’s fair. He knows Jeremy is the one that messed up. When I talked to him last night he sounded super angry about it all.” You rocked back on your heels, spinning around in a circle a few times just to make Juniper squeal before continuing your train of thought. “Yeah- no. . . you’re so right. I don’t want to make him choose a side, but he’s known Jeremy the longest. I know that if push came to shove it wouldn’t be me he’d stick beside. That’s all.” You’d have to be an idiot to think that Austin would pick you over his longtime friendship. You had met Austin through a modeling gig towards the beginning of his career. The Hannah Montana era- which he still visually cringed at the mention of. You had been an assistant photographer back then, fresh out of high school, and the two of you had clicked. Two years later you both ran into each other at Ashley’s birthday party and decided to exchange numbers. Austin was the person that had introduced you to Jeremy in the first place. Of course, he probably never thought that the two of you would end up dating. You and Jeremy were polar opposites, which you had once found cute and quirky, but now realized was incredibly annoying and a waste of your fucking time. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.” You heard Ashley mumble under her breath, but when you hummed at her, she merely shook her head. “Nothing. I didn’t say anything.” She was quick to flash you an “innocent” smile. 

There was a knock at the door, and you were quick to shuffle off towards it. “No, no. I’ve got it.” Christopher called out, jogging ahead of you before opening the door. A few familiar faces shuffled in, giving Ashley’s husband tight hugs before moving over to you. You gave them side hugs, smiling softly to yourself as they cooed at the adorable baby in your arms before moving towards the kitchen. Words of congratulations were exchanged before they were ushered out the back door. “I’ll take her from ya.” Ashley walked over, scooping Juniper out of your arms before nodding towards the kitchen. “Can you cut up the carrots and celery for me? That’s all that’s left.” You were quick to salute her, a silent ‘you got it’, before moving over towards the kitchen island. She wrinkled her nose at you, blowing you a quick kiss before floating out the back door and to the waiting guests. “I think you should stay another week. Having you around has been an absolute blessing, Y/n.” Chris told you, and as you looked up you could see that he wasn’t joking, but telling the truth. “Ah, you guys need your privacy though. I just didn’t want to go back to our apartment until he moved all of his shit out.” He shrugged his shoulders. “We have a big house. Besides, Juniper hasn’t been this well behaved in a while. She’s teething, and with you around she hasn’t been as fussy. Not only that but Ashley loves having you here. You live an hour away, and she misses you.” You shot him a warm grin before ripping open the bag of organic carrots, cutting off the stems before slicing them down the middle. “Hey! In my defense you two are the ones that moved away from me.” He laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry for stealing her from you.” He teased before heading out the back door to follow after his wife. 

You’d met all of Ashley’s previous flings, and none of them were as fantastic as Chris. You couldn’t imagine her with anyone else. He loved her as well as her family and friends. He treated you like family, and you adored him for that. There was a soft knock on the front door again, and instead of putting your knife down to open the already unlocked door you simply called out that it was open. A lanky blonde pushed his way in, a large bouquet of flowers in his arms. For a second the two of you stared at each other, anxiety already gnawing at your stomach. Ashley’s words from earlier had only calmed you down a little. You weren’t sure what kind of conversation he wanted to have with you, but you were sure that probably wasn’t going to be good. “Long time, no see.” He smiled softly at you, walking further into the house so that he could set the flowers down on the kitchen table before making his way over towards you. He stood across from you at the kitchen island, leaning over so that he could place his forearms against the granite. You rolled your eyes, shooting him a soft smile. “It’s been two weeks.” He returned the smile, his blue eyes dancing over your face before he nodded. “Exactly. Long time.” 

For a few seconds the only sound that could be heard in the house was your constant chopping. You weren’t sure if he was waiting for you to say something or not. You weren’t sure what to say in this sort of situation. You were sure that something along the lines of ‘hey there, i know my shithead of an ex boyfriend is your best friend, but i’ve known you longer than i’ve known him, so i’m hoping we can still be friends’ probably wouldn’t go over too well with him. “So Jeremy called me last week.” You sucked in a breath before placing the knife down on the cutting board. “Oh yeah? What did he say?” He cleared his throat before walking around the island, moving closer to your side. He leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. He looked good, but when did Austin not look good? He was wearing white wash jeans, old boots that made him even taller, and a jean button up the same shade as his pants- tucked in with a belt. You would be lying if you said that you had never been attracted to your friend. He was a good looking guy, but he had just started dating Vanessa right around the time that the two of you got close. Not to mention that, but you weren’t the type of person to cross the boundary of friendship with someone that you were close to like that. That was how things got messy, and you didn’t like drama. 

“Well. . .” He pursed his lips for a second, his blue eyes flickering up to the ceiling for a second before he finally looked back down at you. It appeared that he was trying to find the right words to say. “He tried playing the victim for a few minutes, but caught on pretty quick that I wasn’t falling for it. I scolded him a little bit, and now he isn’t returning my texts.” Your mouth fell open, eyes going as wide as saucers. Austin had stood up for you? God, you knew that he was a wonderful person, but you didn’t expect that. “He isn’t talking to you?” Austin shook his head, mouthing the word ‘nope’ before reaching over for the knife that you had placed down. He went to work doing what you had been doing before, giving you the opportunity to assemble the vegetable board in a way that Ashley would find aesthetically pleasing. “I’m sorry if I look a bit shocked, but I wasn’t expecting you to actually say anything to him.” He cleared his throat, his long fingers gripping the hilt of the knife tightly as he started to work on the celery. “Being cheated on is a shit feeling, and the fact that he threw away almost five years with you is just plain stupid. He knows how I feel about it, and now he’s choosing to ignore the problem rather than to own up to anything.” Ashley had been right. It sounded like Austin really had picked a side. 

And it was yours. 

“How are you holding up though? I was waiting for you to reach out to me, but you never did.” He sounded a little hurt. You licked your lips before grabbing one of the small bowls Ashley had taken down out of the cabinet, filling it with the green goddess dressing the two of you had picked up at Whole Foods a few hours back. “I’m doing surprisingly alright. I’ve been staying here with Ash and Chris for the last week, which has been pretty great,” You took a deep breath before continuing. “I didn’t reach out to you because I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position with Jeremy. I didn’t want you to feel any pressure on my end. Maneuvering friendships after a breakup like this is really hard.” He hummed in understanding, scooping up the celery in his hands before distributing it on the plate. His hand brushed yours, and he kept it there for a couple of seconds before moving it back down to his side. “Look, I appreciate that, but I’m your friend too. You’re having a hard time, and I want to be there for you. Jeremy can be a selfish dick, but I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s always been like this. I don’t really expect too much out of him anymore, but just know that I’m really upset with him over this. When you two first started dating I had a feeling that this was how it would turn out. I tried to warn him about hurting you, but he didn’t seem to heed my advice.” He scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest again. “Which isn’t surprising.” 

Sure, you’d heard some pretty choice words about Jeremy from Austin’s lips before after a drunken fight or some play-teasing that one of the boys took too far, but this was pretty full on. Whatever picture Jeremy had tried to paint for Austin the other day over the phone must not have been very nice. It made your stomach churn just thinking about what he had told his other friends. God, they must have thought you were some kind of a monster. That was the one thing you absolutely couldn’t stand. You were the one that had been hurt in this entire situation, but suddenly you’re the bad guy. You had done everything you could think to do in order to save your relationship with him. You knew that it wasn’t going to work out long term, but you still loved him. You don’t just waste five years of your life on someone you don’t love. The longer you spent away from Jeremy, the more and more you started to pull your head out of the clouds and come back down to earth. Even if it was a long way to fall- the realizations had been hard- but it was good. You had been biding your time with Jeremy. The two of you never really talked about marriage or children. It was almost like the two of you had just been in a relationship because it was convenient for the two of you. You were attracted to one another, you had mutual acquaintances, and it had just made sense to be together in your early twenties. Now? Now you just felt like a moron who had allowed herself to be mistreated all in the name of “love”. 

“Well I don’t know how you’ve put up with him for so long. I’ve only known him for five years and I’m starting to regret the day I ever met him.” You tossed a carrot onto the plate a little harder than you had meant to, and you cursed under your breath as it bounced off and landed right on the floor. Austin bent down and picked it up for you, tossing it into the trash. “I guess you have me to blame for that. I wouldn’t have introduced you two if I knew that he would have hit on you. You aren’t the kind of girl he usually goes for. You’re unique and actually have a personality.” That made you laugh. Austin couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face as he watched you, and soon he was bumping his shoulder up against yours. “Do you need help with anything? I’d be willing to drop some of his stuff off at his place. Maybe egg his house? Might be therapeutic.” You snickered, shaking your head. “No, he should have all of his junk out of my place by now. I gave him a week, and my neighbor said that he hauled a whole truck load of shit out. The only thing that’s causing me some stress right now is the fact that I spent way too much money on those Artic Monkey tickets and a hotel room up in Vegas, and now I can’t even go.” His nose wrinkled as he looked down at you. “Why the hell wouldn’t you go? You need to get out of the house and have fun after all the shit you’ve been through this past week.” 

Yeah, you really could use a night out. Sure, getting wine drunk and watching Married at First Sight with Ashley was a blast, but you needed to get out of California for a bit, even if it was just a two day ordeal. The tickets had originally been a late birthday present for Jeremy, but he’d gone and fucked everything up. You’d already called the hotel only to find out that they don’t do refunds so short notice, and it was impossible to find someone to go with you. Ashley didn’t like the Artic Monkeys, and even if she was willing to go with you, there was no way you were going to inconvenience her any more than you already had. Jenny from work said that she would have loved to go with you, but her fiance had planned a surprise trip to Arizona to visit her elderly grandparents. The rest of your friends either weren’t big fans and weren’t willing to take the time off of work or already had plans. Sure, you could always go down there and stay by yourself. It would nice to have meaningless sex with a hot stranger, but over the years of inconsequential hookups you knew that doing something like that after a bad breakup only ever hurt you worse in the long run. There’s nothing bad about chasing your own pleasure, but you were better than that. Besides, getting even with your cocksucker of an ex wasn’t worth the possibility of contracting some kind of sexually transmitted disease, and Vegas was probably chalk-full of those. 

You also had your own safety to worry about. There was no way you trusted yourself to get drunk at the concert, hail an Uber and then crawl back to your hotel without something bad happening. Human trafficking was a real and serious thing, and you’d rather waste a little over a thousand dollars than something bad happen to you. “I wish I could go, but I’ve already asked everybody I could think of and they’re all busy. I’ll probably just try and sell the tickets or something.” Austin’s eyebrows furrowed as he took a bite out of one of the carrots. He chewed a few times before hurriedly swallowing. “You didn’t ask me.” And for a good reason. You didn’t hate the idea of being petty. Jeremy totally deserved it, but Austin didn’t. There was no way you were going to pull him into your drama. You gave him a look, and he let out a small chuckle before shaking his head, his blonde hair falling into his eyes. “No, I’m serious. I’ll go with you. I don’t have any shoots or interviews for a full week, and my upcoming project doesn’t start for another month and a half.” Ever since he was in that Elvis biopic his face had been plastered all over god’s green earth. “Jeremy would-” “No, fuck that. You told me you spent like. .  . five hundred dollars on the hotel room for the night. Let’s just go, have a good time, and then we can both come back home refreshed. Besides, I love the Artic Monkeys. You know they’re one of my favorite bands. The tickets were sold out by the time I decided to buy one. Not only that, but I didn’t want to crash you and Jeremy’s date.” Austin did love the band just as much as you did. Also it was always a blast hanging out with him. You hadn’t been alone with him for years. You remembered how much fun the two of you used to have back in the day, and you could really use a good laugh. 

[udekai]

⭐️⭐️⭐️

okay three stars means three passages hell yes!!! they're all from pathetic because that's basically all i've written in the past five months

1.) okay so there's that lame little e-65 ice skating fic i shoved into Pathetic, where Foggy gets a little too used to sitting in his misery and Matt takes him ice-skating? Direct parallel to the fic in the series that came before it where Otomo drags him to his feet to keep him from a depressive episode. That was deliberate on my part.

2.) King of the Dirt, Chapter 26

I am going to say "this is one of my favorite chapters" about every chapter in this fic, but it was genuinely so much fun to write. Help me, I think I've grown attached to a side character. ON THE SUBJECT of Otomo, and his relationship with Matt:

“I don’t care about the district attorney. He’s useless to me. He’s nothing. Garbage. Kaput. Do you get it?”

A few beats of silence passed. Otomo was notoriously stoic, and thus gave no tells as to what he was thinking, but Matt got the sense he was annoyed with him. 

“Do you know what it took to convince the Hand to work with you?” he asked abruptly. “I warned you to leave, and you didn’t. I tell you there is a way out, and you will not take it. Are you completely set on killing yourself by our sword?” 

“Are you completely set on letting me live?” Matt fired back. 

Tells or no, he knew that had touched his pride. Otomo valued nothing more than his station; a better soldier than Matt could ever be. 

Imagine you dedicate like a decade of your career to training the rookie at work- he's like, the boss's son. You remember him being in the office when he was like, 14. The corporate loyalty has long since rotted him from the inside out, and although you're not like, The Big Boss, you are high ranking. This place is a nightmare, but it is a very lucrative job, the highest paying you've ever had, that you ever will have, and you will be dead in the ground before you fail.

And then. This little fucker not only gets fired on purpose, he leaves the office in FLAMES on his way out the door. And of course your manager is on your ass about it, your whole career is now in jeopardy, and they send you to go find the little bastard and kill him.

You meet up, and- okay, so you got a little attached. So what? Nobody else makes fun of the CEO like he does. Probably your favorite coworker. And he has the AUDACITY to just... have another job lined up. He's like "Yeah, life's actually amazing when you don't work for The Worst Guys Ever. I'm super happy without them."

You can't bring yourself to kill this guy. You let him live, tell him to run like hell. Corporate is on your ass. The next time you meet after that, you don't have that option. One of you is fucking dead, and it's not gonna be you.

You still can't do it.

The kid survived the worst nightmares your company threw at him. He got out of the "we're family here" trap. You just can't do it.

3.) Thicker Than Blood, Chapter 6

“I’m sure you’ll make a great lawyer someday, Mister Murdock, but-”

“Mister Lancaster,” he soothed, “it is my firm.”

“Matt-” Foggy started.

“Foggy,” he cooed, interrupting him. “Your name belongs on that sign.” 

Tears. He didn’t hear them roll over his cheeks, but he knew they were welling at the corners of his eyes. Matt smiled at him, allowing every ounce of genuine, broken fondness he possessed to show through it. 

Foggy didn’t have any further arguments. 

I'm so proud of this little snippet. I think it's more effective in context, but it's sooooo disturbing to me. Because this is after Matt weasels his way into inheriting Rosalind's firm. The firm that was explicitly not left to Foggy. After Matt killed her, and Foggy knows that, deep down.

Because at this point, Matt is fond of Foggy. He is his specialest boy in the whole wide world and everybody had better clap before he comes in or he'll blow everything up. And Foggy is genuinely grateful for that! He doesn't know what to do about it, because he feels awful, but he's not sad. He's not upset that Matt likes him, he's just fucking terrified of him.

Thank you so much this was really fun <3333333333333333

[pepprs]

girls who slam themselves in the 3x meta psychic prison. mutuals my mother straight up does not love or see or understand me and never did. when the pain is unending 😍

​ok yeah. i wasn’t going to write about it bc it’s deeply embarrsssing on multiple levels but like. i watched the childhood video tapes. except i couldn’t get the one from the first 2 months of my sister’s and my life(s) to work so i watched one from when we were 4 and our brother was less than a year old. and mutuals… in SO many of the clips she’s filming him and only him trying to get him to bounce and shit snd i ask for her to turn the camera on me so she can see me dancing or i can show her the picture i drew for her or ask her a question or share a thought and like… yes i was an annoying feisty bossy attention seeking 4 year old with a horrible bowl cut. but i was 4. and i just wanted my mom to listen to me and look at me. and she was dismissive to me in the videos like not outright cruel but exasperated with me for constantly trying to stick my head into the shot and asking for her attention. and when she would say “not now tess” or “tess you’re blocking him” etc etc i apologized for it and that part was sad too. idk. all of it was sad. i knew watching this shit that i was probably gonna stir stuff up which would be dangerous esp bc i don’t have therapy until the end of the month and i did stir things up just in watching the documented footage of it. i wish it was safe to post some of it on here bc it’s genuinely… like i feel like i don’t get to say it was sad bc i was being annoying and attention seeking but it’s sad.

on top of that.. i couldn’t get the vcr to play shit on my laptop bc i didn’t have the right equipment for it so i had to play it on the tv. and my whole family eventually caught on to me watching it and have watched clips of it with me now. and that’s just so complicated. bc they’re all adding their commentary about it too and im letting them and inviting them bc i don’t know how to set boundaries. and my mom… god. my mom is DOUBLING DOWN on exactly the same stuff she said in the video when we were FOUR YEARS OLD. saying that my sister and i got to be filmed so much when we were babies and now it’s our brother’s turn. and i get that. i really do. i know i got attention when i was a baby and i can’t deny that. i know it wouldn’t have been fair or healthy or whatever to neglect him in favor of me / us. but also… i was FOUR!!!!! i was too little to understand what the politics of attention meant. and it just kind of fucking sucks that she’s holding that against me NOW too (as she said multiple times today / tonight) like saying scornfully that i was always so jealous of him and she doesn’t understand why i needed attention so badly since i never had undivided attention in the first place as a twin. like… i was a little kid. what did you expect me to do just like magically not need attention anymore and understand that the baby gets all the attention and go busy myself somewhere. idk. i feel entitled / selfish for saying it WHICH IS THE WHOLE PROBLEM like that video tape literally documents whatever mental issues i have now emerging… like me learning that i wasn’t important anymore and that when i sought attention i was just getting in the way and being annoying. lol

AND…. on top of all of this… sitting down with my mom and siblings and showing the videos and laughing over it and inviting their laughter even though it hurts to watch and it hurts to laugh at it and to hear them laughing… my mom’s focus in WATCHING these videos 20 years later is almost ENTIRELY on my brother!!!!!!! STILL!!!!! like the whole reason i had the clips i had was to… idk. trace the genesis of my mental illness and she wasn’t even paying attention to that she was just cooing over my brother. and when i told her why i was watching these / attempted to point out the patterns she got exasperated with me for overanalyzing everyrhing and navel gazing etc etc to an unhealthy degree. i fucking give up lol

it feels stupid selfish etc etc to be spiraling abt this and i usually don’t make long multi paragraph posts but like. god. this was a mistake. i never should’ve done this. it happened with the whole coming out day snapchat story thing too among other episodes. every time i dig up a thing from the past that she did that hurt me and try to explain it in retrospect she never changes her tune or comforts me or expresses any understanding or anything. she just doubles down on what she said / did before that hurt me so bad and it hurts me all over again. it could’ve been so much worse and the experience of adjusting to having a new sibling is universal and not a big deal in the slightest but it was a big deal for me. i so clearly took it hard and needed attention from my fucking mom!!! and that wound is still raw and now ive ripped it wide open again. scared little girl moment

[calypsoff3]

Fifty.

The fact Maxwell is so comfortable for me to come to his home and for me to do my sessions in his personal home, to be near his family too. I appreciate this man. His kids, his wife, they treat me like family, and I like that. I respect him so much for the way he treats me, like a human “I always wanted to ask why do you want to move here? My kids was saying it, Chris Brown wants to move here? But America is so cool” his wife asked me “erm, peace. I love it here, there so much to do here, I like it. America to me, it is toxic” she cooed out “well I can see your point, I think Maxwell prefers to see you personally anyways, I will be in the other room if you both need anything” Maxwell made his way over to me with his laptop in hand “eventful time for you, I saw you on daily mail, I did” I chuckled “yeah, it caused a little stir that I was with my kids at the concert, like it doesn’t matter, that is my family. But I am guessing I was more on there for the fact people on both days booed me”  Maxwell cringed “yes I was made aware of it, the kids showed me. The video, it was hard to see because to me, I know it all and I know you so it was hard to see but you delivered yourself great, the headlines were nasty to you. The comments” nodding my head “yeah, erm. I even, erm I am not sure you saw the video but like on the second day, this grown woman kept heckling me, I am with my kids and the boys I was with, they got annoyed and she said, you look like shit and whatever you got you deserve, and I looked at her and I said why what do I have, her fans are just unruly and she said cancer. You probably got it and the way you hurt her is what you deserve, and yeah. I mean, it hurt but I just moved on, I just hate it was on video and that my kids were there. I know like erm, this whole thing of me shaving constantly, you said it to me. It’s my way of cleansing and I don’t like it, I seem to do this thing, and I don’t realise it until I sit down and think what, and I know these are triggers from the medication but when I wash my hands, I dry them off but then I do it again, I do it twice and it’s even when I am like cooking, I wash things twice. I don’t like hair on my face, and then when I sit down I am like did I do that twice until one of the boys said it, he goes that is painful to watch” I laughed.

Maxwell cringed “it is an affect from the medication, everything you have isn’t just you know small and with little affect. It is changes how you are as a person, it is calming you down to make you less as you was, Christ. You know I wouldn’t have got mental health on you if I wasn’t concerned, I am just a therapist, that is all” nodding my head “you escalated out of my hands, and we agreed that you see me, you was vulnerable Chris and I felt I was your carer, you were in a foreign country with me, and I was scared that anything could happen and I told you that. But you are ok, these are affects that happen, and I said when you are happy with you then you will know the difference to yourself, but you have jumped boundaries and have took the step to co-parent without any type of kick off, tell me the good. How was it? You co-parent with Rihanna at the concert, I saw the pictures, I saw smiles” I smiled “it was nice, the kids were so happy. They had the best time of their life for both days, singing, dancing and then backstage Rihanna as the photographer around, and the pictures she posted, I didn’t think she would and it was on every blog but it was of me there, well the side of me but I was just looking at the kids and she was getting ready to go on stage, but it was good. We was good, we are in a good place with our kids, that is the main thing. We are tonight going winter wonderland, and she agreed to it, so we go there with the kids” Maxwell eyes widened “that is brilliant, you are fitting in every moment with the kids, that is what we want to hear. Fantastic news and not an ounce of kick off, anger. Fantastic” taking in a deep breath.

Maxwell is typing away, mostly the things I have said to him “remember we need to see the doctor, check on the medication, make sure nothing is making you unwell. As you know, erm. The sleeping tablets, I know you don’t take but you sleep so we can accept that” nodding my head “I am going to apologise to Rihanna” I said openly, Maxwell froze “really?” he said “mhmm yeah, the way she cried and said why didn’t I do it with her, she was begging me to do it but I don’t remember her doing that, I don’t. I wish I was joking, but she said she was and I believe her, I am going to say sorry” Maxwell nodded his head “you can Chris, you don’t need to tell me at all, you do what is right in your heart” nodding my head “you know what, I thought I would be suffering when she came, that is why I said I am going Jamaica but you know what, not an ounce of depression. I feel really good but then again” I laughed “it could be the tablets” I said “that has never stopped you from telling how you feel Chris, like now. You want to apologise, I think I have to give it to you. You could easily not take the medication, but you are, alone too. I can never say never because with what you have you can switch, but the only reason you ended up on the tablets was because of my concern” nodding my head “and only you know that, I just think I was never mentally ok when I got beat up so many times, you can’t be in cahoots with death, you can’t be close to death and not get away with any scars, I came back to my home with scars and then I ended up getting more. I was never mentally ok, and it was never picked up, I just got on with it because who is going to listen to me, you know. I suffered and made Rihanna suffer with me. I was never going to be ok” I needed to admit that to myself, I really did.

The talk with Maxwell is always welcome, it’s always nice to have him around and have him listen to me and support me. But now I need to get over today with the kids, they really want to be family like. I get their vibe; I get their feeling. They want to have that normal thing; Imani wants us to be normal and wants that so tonight will be about that. I will be as normal as I can with Robyn and just try and let them have a good time before they depart to go to the next country, Tianna asked to stay and I don’t want that. It’s an on going case and I don’t want it to seem like I am there taking the kids from her, I want it to be just as it is. If Robyn asks me then it’s different “daddy!” Junior said opening the door “you the man of the house now” walking into the hotel room “big boy” he ran into my legs “love you son” closing the door behind me “is everyone ready?” I asked, “I am!” I can tell he is, seems really quiet in this suite. Where is everyone including her nasty ass family “I want to look cute, but the coat makes me fat” Rylee walked by, I guess she is on FaceTime “and dad is here, hi dad” she kissed my cheek and then ran off “ok then, let sit down” I pointed at the couch, I guess I need to wait for the women. They are clearly still getting ready but am I shocked with the women; they want to look good for something that is at night “who’s phone is that?” He is holding someone’s phone “Mychal” he said “and who is that?” He held the phone up laughing “a man dad, he in mom bedroom” letting out an oh “there it is” some guy came from around the corner with a phone to his ear “this?” Junior said holding it up, this guy came over and then junior threw the phone and laughed “wow” I said “seriously!?” He spat “did you find your-” Robyn stopped speaking “yeah, he threw it on the floor, brat” Junior laughed “be nice now, say sorry” I said to Junior, he is laughing but I’m not “sorry” he didn’t mean that, he said it because I told him too “yeah thanks Chris” I don’t know him like that “I don’t know you like that but ok” I said but I don’t know him like that, Robyn is frozen in time, no need to be shy “you in my mom room” I can’t help but laugh, one thing about children they will expose you, I am not going to ruin no day, I am quiet, she can be the awkward one “can I have your phone please” Junior turned to me “mhmmm sure” well least she’s moved on, after that dramatic performance of crying at her concert, whatever though.

The way Robyn has swiftly got rid of this guy, I don’t know though. I mean we are divorced so it’s not my issue, I am not even mad about it, I have no right to be mad “you really love football don’t you” Junior is just watching YouTube on my phone still “he is my manager Chris” looking away from Junior “I didn’t ask, you don’t need to explain to me at all” Tianna walked into the room “are we going or what? Why is everyone taking so long” looks like Tianna is in a bad mood “it’s not me, I am here waiting for you kids” Rylee finally appeared with a boat on “I thought that made you fat” I said laughing “shut up dad, do I though?” shaking my head “Raihan is unwell he isn’t coming” Robyn said “the wrong child is unwell” Rylee said, looking at her “that is rude now, so shall we go” getting up from the couch “I am so excited!” Imani spat; I am not going to ruin this day at all. I refuse to even care about what was said, if it’s her manager ok but in her bedroom too, it’s a little funny to me but I will not say anything “aren’t you cold?” Tianna asked “nope, Rylee looks like she is ready to go to the Antarctic” she is so dramatic “she is anaemic too” Tianna pointed out, I sniggered “shut up!” Rylee spat “I get heavy periods, the fuck” I groaned out “ok, can we just go now” I don’t want to know about that “you literally air out everything, whore” least the girls get on. Standing in the corner of the elevator “I literally can’t wait to just go back to the warmth of California” Rylee said, the elevator doors closed and my eyes dragged over, Robyn is staring at me. I don’t know why she feels bad, she is just quiet now “we have to split you, we have two six seaters” Rich said “then I will go alone, I don’t mind” not like I care anyways, the kids wanted this.

Rylee came into the car with me, she offered to keep me company “grow your hair out” looking over at her “like you grew your eye lashes out? You got the glue in things again?” Rylee laughed “well, yeah. Oh my god, can I put make up on your cheeks. Dad I really want you to gain weight, like it’s weird seeing you like this, I don’t know how to explain it either” nobody does “I know, who is this guy that was in your mom’ room?” I asked “Mychal?” she said it so openly, like she knows of him “yeah whatever, who is that?” Rylee rolled her eyes “manager, mom get so angry about it. Because he's been in the house, like they was laughing late night, we landed here and she went crazy on us. This man is just there, like he wants to be part of the family and I been telling Junior to make his life hell, I ain’t accepting shit. But I ignore her now, like yeah I saw him here, but I do my own thing” chewing on my bottom lip “sorry dad” Rylee apologised so quick “for what?” that was so quick, she looks like she feels bad “you don’t need to hear that, I am sorry” I shrugged “Rylee, it is what it is. But be nice to her, make life easy for her. I think you kids need to make life easy for me too, I don’t need to be here. I get you want to have a family thing but there is a lot things that is sore with me and I am trying to heal. And yeah, seeing and hearing that a man was in her room, it hurts. I can shrug it off but it hurts but I am not going to kick off but I don’t need this, to be in her presence. I am doing it for you kids, I am doing this for Imani. But I want you to stop, please. For my mental health, when I am ready to deal with your mom, I will say it but it’s so fresh to me. I am not going to kick off though but just don’t make life hard. Because at the end of the day she loves you kids so much, and don’t ruin what you all have on my behalf” Rylee feels bad “but we will have fun” I breathed out, I won’t be bringing that up again.

“Dad, can I ask a question?” nodding my head slowly “yep?” I wonder what she is going to ask “what is it like having what you have? I mean what does it feel like for you?” I didn’t expect that “you know what, like I didn’t know what I had at all. But now I do, I generally feel like I have to keep my emotions inside, because I get told I'm overreacting. So I end up feeling like I'm trapped inside my body screaming, I can’t express myself anymore like I do and more so now I have medication, it’s not good. Nobody knows how hard it is when your emotions change, how I switch but how it feels for me, only thing people see is I am being a dickhead, that is it. I am the bad guy; I am putting it on you know. I always speak my mind, but I am supressed because I have lost so much” I paused feeling like I am getting choked up “I erm, it’s hindering me in so many ways, and I feel like because I know I feel worse about it. It’s not good, you know but I am here, and my kids. They make me happy” Rylee smiled “I feel protective of you dad, I really do” I laughed “don’t be, I am protective of you” she is sweet “when people were shouting things at you, I got so angry, nobody talk to my dad or says things like that” shaking my head “stop it, I don’t need protecting. Don’t treat me any different, I am still me and I appreciate you care” I do appreciate it.

“Can I go on it then?” Junior asked, he will be scared as hell going on this, this ride is very high up “but what if you cry?” Junior shook his head “I won’t” so he says “right so I will sit with Junior, then Chris can sit with Imani since it’s in pairs” I am not even bothered but Robyn put it out there, I don’t want to sit with her either to be fair. We are trying to be normal so we are queuing for things but it’s getting a little awkward, people are staring and second guessing themselves “six of us!” Rylee spat, the lady looked at us, it was more of a stare and then it look like it hit her “ok, come” Rylee ran towards Junior and grabbed his arm “you’re my partner” didn’t we just discuss this beforehand “kids” I said they about to leave us together “we want to sit together” they all ran off “they are doing this on purpose” Robyn said and she isn’t wrong, they are and I already told Rylee to not do this. I am not going to be an asshole and not sit with her, it is a two seat thing. Sitting down as so did Robyn “I guess we need to just get used to it” I didn’t say anything “mom, dad!” Tianna half shouted, looking for that voice, this is how far they sat. Squinting my eyes at her, she is laughing so hard of course she is with that phone in hand “how long is the ride?” I asked the guy strapping us in “about three minutes” I laughed “longest three minutes of my life” I said “don’t flatter yourself” I sniggered “least we can be those divorced parents that try to impress each other years later” Robyn side eyed me “it’s not what you think” I don’t even want to hear it “don’t explain to me, it’s fine” looking away from her “trust me” I don’t care for it.

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Eddie with his 6 lil nuggets with reader 😩

This was really cute, I took some artistic liberties, but hopefully you still like it!

ST Eddie Munson x Reader - Sweet Child O' Mine

Warnings: fluff, annoying kids, over stimulation, anxiety, child endangerment, fear of death, protection, thinking someone died/drowned, ANGST

Summary: After graduation, you and your friends decided to take the kids on a camping trip.

"Jesus H. Christ!" Eddie's shrill voice complained. "Can you shut the fuck up, Dustin? Nobody cares about what kind of trees are native to this state or whatever!"

You smiled sympathetically, resting your hand on his shoulder, turning back to the kids in the back seat. "I care, Dustin, but how about we save it for when we get there? Then you can show us the trees, and not just talk about them." You offered, smiling. Out of every minor in the car, Lucas, Max, and himself, Dustin was the only one to forget his walkman. He'd made Eddie turn off his stereo, claiming the metal gave him a headache, and he'd been talking nonstop ever since.

You thought for a solution, tapping your thin with the pad of your index finger, before settling on an idea. Digging on your bag, you found an old walkman with a cracked case. You opened Eddie's glove box, finding something that Dustin would like, before loading the cassette. "Here," you said, handing it back to him with a smile. "You can borrow mine."

The teenager's hands claimed the device, looking it over. "God, (Y/N), thing's ancient." he commented. "First edition, I think." you blushed a bit. Your family had never mad much money, and you honestly had only had the player so long. Eddie'd bought it for you from a pawn shop back in Freshman year and you loved it dearly.

Dustin could see Eddie casting him glares from the rear view mirror, prompting him to change his tune. "L-Like, ancient in a cool way, I mean! Like an artifact. Thank you." You smiled at him, patting your boyfriends thigh. Now that all the kids were distracted, you could turn the stereo back on, and Eddie would calm down. Your fingers brought it to life, tuning it to pay a song that was highly sentimental to your relationship: Sweet Child O' Mine.

He instantly let loose of all the tense energy in his body, waiting for the lyrics to begin, ready to sing along to them. His lips closed again when you began to sing instead.

"She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky."

It was rare that Eddie got the chance to hear you sing, not because you weren't good at it, but because of how shy you were about it. Him and his friends had actually on more than one occasion asked you to join their band, but you'd always just laugh off the offer. "Now and then when I see her face, she takes me away to that special place and if I stare too long, I'd probably break down and cry." he cooed, his pitch complimenting yours quite nicely.

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"Okay, shit heads," Eddie said, twisting to pop his back. "Get outta my van." You giggled at him, sliding out of the passenger seat, grabbing your bag out of the floor board as you did. You walked around to the back of the van to begin un packing as Steve called everyone over.

"Alright, kids," he said, hands on his hips. "Because we're responsible for you and whatever you do while we're out here, the cabin we rented is gonna be supervised." The kids all groaned, a few of them hoping to get a bit of alone time with their respective partners. You giggled at them as Steve continued to drone on as they hiked up to the cabin.

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Night had fallen, and you all sat around the fire pit, Eddie strumming softly on an acoustic guitar with your head on his shoulder. You were all roasting marshmallows, swapping embarrassing stories, and intermittedly singing off key to what ever your boyfriend happened to be playing at the time. Currently, you had been playing a child friendly version of truth or dare, and Jonathan had been telling the story of having to pry a Lego figure out of Will's nose, everyone laughing at their expense. After a bit of time had passed, Nancy and Steve had come to the conclusion that it was probably time for bed, planning to take everyone canoeing early the next day.

You had been laying in bed with Eddie, fast asleep, when you rolled over, eyes opening slightly to reveal an empty bed beside you. Confusion set in as you groggily sat up, his arm still wrapped around you. You blinked, realizing that there were three empty cots between you and the wall. Your brows knitted together in panic as you shot up to a stand, spinning around.

You hurriedly shook Eddie awake, kicking into your shoes and shouting to wake everyone else. "Guys, guys! Wake up, the kids are gone!"

Eddie jumped up immediately, aiding in your shaking his friends awake. "Jesus H Christ, wake the fuck up!" he shouted, stomping his boots on the floor to make as much noise as possible.

All of you finally darted out of the cabin, all in your pajamas, and all breaking away to search for the kids. Jonathan hushed the five of you, listening intently. "Do you hear that?" he asked his girlfriends as her brows furrowed.

"Laughing," she replied. "That's Mike." You sat there contemplating where the sound could be coming from when Robin suddenly broke into to clumsy sprint westward.

"The river!"

You had all broken off into three groups, fanning out to find the children, and you were currently losing your grip. You were rambling Eddie's ear off, firing off all the terrible things that could have happened to them, alone in the woods. He acted highly annoyed on the outside, not at you, but at the kids for sneaking out, but inside, his mind was melting. What if they were hurt, or worse? Could he carry one of them back to camp? What if he couldn't do anything?

"Baby, you've got to calm down." he finally said, gripping your shoulders and gazing deeply into your eyes. "We're gonna find them, I promise." You nodded, trusting him as he pulled you into his chest, seeing your glossy eyes shed a tear. Suddenly, you heard a feminine scream that you recognized as belonging to a redheaded little girl.

"Max!" you shouted, breaking away form him and into a sprint toward the sound. "I can hear rushing water, we have to be close!"

Before you realized it, you both were standing on the river bank, all six kids before you, holding onto rocks, roots, and each other for dear life as the rapids tried to pull them away. Mike shouted out to you when he caught sight of you, more worried for his girlfriend, who clung to his waist with terrified tears in here eyes. "Help! Eddie, please!"

You couldn't think, you didn't hesitate, you threw off your hoodie and shoes, before jumping into the river before your boyfriend could stop you. "(Y/N), wait, we need a fucking plan!" he shouted, watching you heroically, force your way through the water, disobeying the current.

You mad your way to Jane first, she being the closest, and with the least security. "El, I need you to let go." you yelled over the roaring stream. She shook her head, nuzzling into Mike's side, uncertain.

"Are you crazy, she'll fucking die!" her boyfriend protested, tightening his grip on her. You shot him a stern look before looking back to El with open arms.

"I'm gonna catch you, I promise." With a big inhale, she took a leap of faith, letting Mike's shirt go, instantly being taken by the rapids, only to have your protective arms wrap around her, your heels dug into the dirt, and lodged between two rocks for stability. You turned back to shore to find Eddie, still trying to work up the courage to jump in after you. "Ed, take her!" you demanded, swimming the teenager to the shore. He did as you asked, wading into the stream at a safe distance, ready to receive the girl into his arms.

Suddenly, you lost your footing, screaming out as your arms left El's torso, letting her flow freely passed you. This was the last straw for Eddie as he dove into the river, just in time for Jonathan and Nancy to make their way through the brush. "(Y/N)!" he shouted, letting the current pull him toward you, securely catching the both of you in his arms.

"Eddie! Grab on!" Jonathan yelled, he and his girlfriend holding a branch for him to grab onto. Eddie didn't hesitate, instantly pushing towards the end of it, grabbing it and allowing himself to be pulled out. Once he was close enough, he gave El a harsh shove, making her fall to her knees on the shore, where Robin was now waiting to let her collapse into her arms. Steve now took Nancy's place at Jonathan's side, with her wading into the water to collect the kids as you rescued them.

"Go, (Y/N), get on land." Eddie ordered, trying to push you away, but you dug your heals into the mud.

"I'm not going anywhere! Our kids are in danger, Eds, now either help me, or get out of my way!" you snapped, making your way back to Mike to pull him out. You boyfriend growled at your stubbornness, holding your hand to form an extension of the branch for you to reach him. The younger Wheeler instant leapt to grab your hand, being pulled to safety by the chain you'd made. Once he was safe, Nancy squeezed him him her arms, wetting her sweater, and threatening him to never do that to her again.

Next was Will, who just just about a foot farther than Mike had been. "Will, grab on!" you shouted. "I've got you!" You could see his eyes dart between you and his worried brother.

"C'mon, buddy," Jonathan reassure him with a sentimental smile. "It's gonna be okay!" With that, he let go of the rock he clung to, being carried away by the current, but catching your hand, just in time. Relief washed over Jonathan's tired features, knowing his brother was safe, and now in his girlfriend's loving arms.

“Max, c’mon, you’re next!” you shouted to the terrified girl, reaching for her, frustrated when she simply clung to Lucas tighter, screwing her eyes shut.

“I can’t!” persisted, looking away from you. “I’m too scared!”

Eddie groaned, holding your hand as tightly as he could, his eyes catching Dustin, the farthest across the river, losing his grasp on the root he was holding onto for dear life. “Red!” he called out. “You’ve gotta trust us!” He shot her a fake smile, seeing that he’d caught her attention. “Look at everything you’ve been though in the last few months, you took down an interdimensional demon! How are you gonna let a little water take you out? You’re better than that, Max!” he hyped, begging for her to jump. “Just let go and I promise, you’re never going to be in danger again!” You could see the gears turning in her eyes as your fingers barely grazed Lucas’s shirt. “Max, Please!”

Finally, the ginger jumped into your arms, her smaller frame glued to you, tangling her libs around you for security. Lucas also let go, grabbing your hand, and his eyes gazing into yours with a deep gratitude. You passed Max to you boyfriend, who passed her along to Robin, and the same with her boyfriend. 

Finally, your eyes locked on Dustin. He was much farther away the others, horror written across his face. There was no way you could reach him the way you had the others. “Dustin!” you called out to him. “It’s gonna be okay!” To be honest, you couldn’t promise that. You had no idea how you were going to rescue him, and time was dwindling. 

While you were thinking, the teenager shrieked, slipping away from the mossy root, You screamed his name, instinctually slipping out of Eddie’s grasp, much to his horror. Eddie lost his mind as watched you cradle his little brother in your secure arms, right over the cusp of a water fall. 

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“Dustin,” you whispered, gravity pulling tears upwards from your terrified eyes as you fell. “Dustin, listen to me.” The boy nodded, holding you, also crying as he clung to you. 

“I’m listening, (Y/N)!” 

“I love you, Dusty, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you!” you sniffled, hugging his neck. “You’re the best little brother I could have ever asked for, even if we’re not really related.”

“I love you too, sis!” he cried into your chest. “I'm sorry!”

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Eddie felt all his most primal instincts taking over as he lead the pack, darting through the woods, not caring for the cuts and bruises he acquired on the way. Now at the bottom of the fall, he spotted you two, barreling for the water below. Before he could possibly react, you hit the surface, your head harshly slamming against a rock in the much calmer stream when you did. You boyfriend waded through the water, rushing to you as Dustin resurfaced, gasping for air. The pair instantly clung to one another, before realizing that you were nowhere to be found. (Y/N)?!” Eddie sobbed into the night air. “Where are you, baby?!”

Nancy felt her heartache, watching the boys struggle to find you as she, and the rest of the party made their way into the river to search for you. “I found something!” Robin called, spotting what looked to be your hair floating not far from where the boys stood. “Help me.” she commanded, gently pulling you from the ripples. 

Eddie froze, tears already streaming form his eyes. You were lifeless, and void of color, save for the sanguine contaminating the water. Slowly, he pushed his way though the crowd, falling to his knees in the water, cradling your body in disbelief. He cried over you, weeping, gently shaking you, as if it would help.

“We should get her back on land.” Steve piped up, grabbing your arms to drag you into the sand. Jonathan took it upon himself to take you by the ankles, lifting you out of the water. A few followed them, but most stayed with your boyfriend, who’d fallen catatonic, sitting on his knees, eyes a leaky faucet, dripping dears that collected into the stream. With little resistance he allowed his friends to lift him up, walking him to the shore, to you.

Again, Eddie fell to his knees, defeated, and wept over you, brushing wet hair out of your face, smiling sadly as he shakily sang to you. “ She's got eyes of the bluest skies as if they thought of rain. I'd hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain...” He laid his head on your chest, pulling you into his lap, sobbing quietly. 

His eyes suddenly shot open, his neck snapping to look at your face, having felt your chest rise and fall with the cycle of a breathe. “ Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place where as a child I'd hide.” You coughed, lake water sputtering out and leaking over your lips as you looked up at your lover with a gentle smile. “And pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by...”

“(Y/N)!” Eddie cried, hugging you tightly, perhaps a little too much so. “Fuck, I thought you were gone!”

“I could never leave you, Eddie.” you nuzzled him, “I love you too much.”

“I love you too, baby girl.” He answered, still sobbing quietly, finding it hard to stop. You reached up and carressed his cheek. 

“And I couldn’t leave out six little nuggets behind.” you giggled, couching up again. You glanced over to the kids, soggy and dripping wet. You reached out a hand, signaling that you would like a hug. Instead of that, they all tackled you, paying no mind to your injuries, simply overjoyed that you were okay. Max got to you last, inserting herself onto the dogpile that was your little group hug. Her eyes flickered up to Eddie, who was watching fondly. Flustered, she leapt up to throw her arms around the man’s neck, snuggling into him with tears in her eyes. 

“Thank you, Eddie...”

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Three Sheets to the Wind

Summary: A huge victory in the courtroom leads to a celebration and a very drunk Andrew Barber. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Alcohol Consumption, Drunken/Committed/Adorable Andy, A Skanky Bar Bitch, Cursing, Smut (implied), Exasperated Reader, Minors DNI

A/N: I hope you enjoy this side of Andy. Please let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Your ride is on their way, boss man.” Max says as he claps a hand on his colleague’s shoulder.

Andy sways slightly in his seat as he patiently sips on what he told himself would be his last glass of bourbon for the evening. But he was in such a good fucking mood that he was probably going to have one more.

Instead of responding, he just raises his beverage in a hearty salute. Both men clink their glasses and go back to celebrating. 

The case they’d won had been a difficult one. We’re talking late hours, mountains of paperwork, numerous witness interviews and testimonies. He and his team had spent so many days, evenings, and weekends away from their families and loved ones. He, himself, had barely seen his girl in what felt like ages. 

It was hard walking through the door at night, many times well after 1:00am, only to find her curled up on the couch after she had fallen asleep while trying to wait up for him. Or, worse yet, the times when he wandered into his bedroom to see her snuggling with his pillow. 

Pretending it was him. 

His sweet Y/N had reassured him time and time again that she was okay. That she understood. 

“I know what I signed up for Andy. I understand that this is your life sometimes. Now tell me what you want for dinner and I’ll bring it to you tonight, okay?” She’d said to him - more than once.

Sometimes she showed up with takeout. Other times she brought him a home cooked meal. And if she knew that Robert, Max, or Ahmed was there with him, she made sure to bring enough for them too. 

God, how he fucking loved her.  

But it was finally over. At least until the next case file landed on his desk. Tossing back the remainder of his drink, he signals the bartender for another bourbon whiskey. 

He was going to take some time off and spend every minute of it loving on his girl.

Just as another glass is set in front of him, he feels a hand on his bicep. 

“Well, hi there, handsome.” A perky little redhead leans over to whisper in his ear. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you sitting here all alone for another minute. Thought you might need some company.” She giggles and squeezes his arm. 

“No, nooo - not alone.” Andy slurs just a little. “Here with my team!” He turns around and raises his glass, prompting scattered cheers to erupt throughout the bar. 

“Oh!” She offers him a sweet smile. “Well, my mistake. I’m Amber, by the way. What are you and your team, uh, celebrating?”

“Victory.” He hisses as the smooth liquid burns as it goes down his throat. “A fuckin’ hard won victory. In court.”

“Congratulations, big man!” Amber coos. 

Frowning, Andy pulls away, as if he finally realizes that the strange woman was touching him. “No, no, no. Don’t call me that.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t get to call me Big Man. Only my lady gets to call me that!” He huffs, looking annoyed. “I’m her Big Man and no one else's.” 

“Oh, okay, um, sorry…but can you blame a girl for being taken in by all these muscles and that chiseled jaw? I bet you’re positively ripped underneath all this.” She gestures towards his white dress shirt. “You’re just so handsome, sugar.” Amber goes to stroke his beard before seemingly thinking better of it. 

“Tell me your name.” She purrs.

“I have a girl.” He replies.

“Okay, so? Tell me your name.” She persists. 

“Hey Andrew, we’re going to order another round of shots. You game?” His friend and colleague, Ahmed calls out.

“Challenge accepted, pal!” 

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Andrew. So, now that we’re no longer strangers, how about we have another drink and then get out of here?” Amber flips her long hair over her shoulder and bats her sparkling green eyes at him. “I wanna take you back to my place for a real victory celebration.”

“Can’t. Won’t. Don’t wanna.” He grunts. “I belong to the most gorgeous creature on this entire fucking planet and she - oh, hey, Ahmed? Bring over the shots already, my guy!” He calls over his shoulder. 

“So what? It’s not like she’s here. In fact, she never has to know.” 

“No. My dick only gets hard for one woman. And it ain’t you.” Andy sways again before taking another pull of his drink. His Y/N didn’t like whiskey all that much, but he was working on that. He was going to convert her one of these days.

“Aww, sweetie.” The redhead pouts. “You haven’t even given me a chance.” Her hand goes to slip between his legs. “Something tells me you’re big all over.” But just before she can make contact, Andy blocks her. 

“No touching.” He growls softly. “No fucking touching what belongs to my fucking girl, Amy!”

“It’s Amber, baby.” 

Finally, Ahmed and a couple others join him at the bar, shots in hand. “We, uh, got one for your friend, too.” He says with an innocent grin. “Didn’t want to be rude, ya know.” He slides one to Andy and then to Amber. 

“A toast! To the Bad Boys of Boston!” 

“Hell yeah!”

“I’ll drink to that shit!”

“Whoop! Whoop!”

Everyone tosses it back. Andy sucks in a harsh breath as it goes down. Fuck, he was pretty sure that he’d just ingested actual diesel fuel. He receives several more pats on the back as the others wander off to some other corner of the bar. 

“You ready to leave now, baby?” The woman next to him lightly strokes his chin.

“Huh?” He begins looking around excitedly. “Is Y/N here already? Do yah see her? Where is she?” His Boston accent grows thicker by the second as the whiskey begins to take hold. 

“Um, I don’t know. Not really sure what she looks like.” Amber shrugs, clearly indicating that she really didn’t give a shit. “I was talking about you going home with me. I’ll even make you breakfast in the morning if you -” The woman sighs when she realizes that he’s still not paying attention to her. “Andrew, I really don’t think she’s here.”

“Well, lemme know if - if yah see her. If yah see my girl, I mean. You’ll know it’s her cuz’ she’s beautiful, okay? An - and my Y/N, she’s got the most magnificent curls. It’s like, um, like - like this ethereal mane that just frames her whole face. I’m talkin’ thick and glossy and gorgeous.”

“Uh huh.” 

“And yah know what? She let’s me run my fingers through ‘em whenever I want.” He tells her as a boyish grin stretches across his full lips.

“Is that so.” Amber grumbles impatiently. “How about you finish telling me all about her on the drive back to -”

“Oh, gawd, and Amber - her smile. Her fuckin’ smile is like pure sunshine.” He presses one large over his heart. “And her skin, it’s so soft and smooth. I could spend hours kissing all over her sweet little body. Aaaand sometimes, I dooo.”

“Great.” 

“Yah know, I think my girl is like, the second coming of a fucking goddess or some shit.” Andy leans over and whispers. “She shouldn’t exist. But she does. And she’s with me, and I ain’t given’ her up for nuthin’!”

“Wow.” 

“Wanna know another secret, Amber?” He whispers again, leaning even closer to the visibly annoyed woman. 

“Not really. In fact, I think I should probably go, so -”

Andy fishes a little black box out of his pants pocket. He opens it, revealing a stunning pink princess-cut diamond ring, flanked on each side by a series of smaller diamonds, set on a platinum band. 

“I’m gonna give her my last name.” He lets out a soft chuckle. “I’m gonna make her my wife.”

“Oh, good for you.” She mutters with a roll of her eyes.

“I know, right?” I mean it’s only been like five months, so I can’t ask her yet. Don’t wanna scare her off. But I’m gonna. And when I do, my girl is gonna say yes. I’ma make fuckin’ sure of it!” Looking around, he hurriedly shoves the little treasure back into his pocket. “Sorry. I’ve had this thing for like a whole month, but this was the first time I’ve ever showed it to someone.”

“Oh, how sweet.” Amber mumbles. “I think you just gave me a fucking cavity.”

Just then, Andy feels two warm arms slip around him from behind. 

“Hello, Big Man.” You whisper into his ear, before pressing a kiss against the column of his throat. “Congratulations on your victory. Now, how about we get you home, hm?” 

“Absolutely, baby girl. Take me home. Home with you.” Your boyfriend leans back, rather unsteadily you might add, and boops your nose.

And then you notice the redhead at his side. “Oh, sorry. Who’s your friend, Andy Bear?”

“She’s no one. Nooo one.” He slurs. “Only woman who matters is you, Y/N.”

Giving you a pained smile, the woman stands up. “He’s right. I’m no one. In fact, he’s spent our entire conversation talking about you. You’re a lucky woman.” With that, she turns and stomps away. 

“I’m the lucky one!” Andy yells, almost falling out of his chair. “This guy right here!” He points at himself. “Me!” 

“Okay, okay. How about we’re both lucky? Now, wrap your arm around me. There we go. Now we’re gonna head out to the car.”

“Wait!” He grunts. 

“For what, baby?” You respond, confused. 

“How about a quickie in the bathroom before we go?” He purrs as his hand goes to palm your ass. 

“Uh, you’re drunk, Andy, so I’m gonna have to pass. Also, a public bathroom at a bar? Really? Do you want Chlamydia?”

“My bad, sweet girl. But this guy has a mind of his own sometimes.” He grabs your hand and presses it against his straining erection. “How about the backseat of the car?” 

“Jesus Christ, Andrew! Seriously?” You grunt as you try to maneuver him towards the exit.

Apparently, even whiskey dick was no match for your man. 

You struggle to hold your man upright when he shrugs his broad shoulders.

“Alright, baby girl. At least give Daddy your panties to hold on to for the ride home.”

“Keep your voice down, Andrew Barber!” You hiss, looking around to make sure the two of you hadn’t been overheard.

“Only if you promise me the panties.”  

Fuck, your man was stubborn.

“Fine, damn it!”

END