#my room so i owe her lmao

[vampirebiter]

my family loves dragging me into arguments i have nothing to do with and nothing to say about or add to. literally why would i know the specific charges my mom made on what card and why she says my aunt owes her money

[chipped-chimera]

I ADHD'd so bad during tonight's session 2 I screwed up my entire Vaska Warlock plot reveal by unsheathing her magic patron bestowed sword without thinking and just her sighing heavily like this ingame when I realised lol

[famwhy]

Bereavement

noun

/bɪˈriːv.mənt/ The state one is in when losing someone important to them

Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse

42! Miles X F!Reader, 1610! Miles X F!Reader

Synopsis: Miles is missing, and all you can think about is getting him back. Upon finally finding him, however, you're taken aback by the copy that stands beside him—the same copy that was staring at you with wide, shaking eyes full of... disbelief?

Note: this one's for my cousin. The idea actually came to me while I was rewatching the first spiderverse lmao. Who knew Kingpin was such a source of ideas?

part two.

You saw it—on the control panel—42. Miles had been transported to Earth 42.

You belonged to 1610; which meant that Miles also belonged to 1610.

He was in the wrong universe.

Your best friend was stranded in the wrong universe.

Now, if you were a rational person, you would've called for back-up—maybe even gotten Hobie's help like Gwen had. But you weren't a rational person—and could anyone blame you?—your best friend was probably in danger, of course you would act without thinking.

The watch wasn't hard to swipe, everyone was too caught up in what had just happened with Miles to care for guarding their little 'goober' dimension devices. Tracking him down wasn't terribly difficult either, not after you knew which world he went to.

All you really needed to think about was where exactly you had to open the portal—but luckily for you, Margo was willing to help.

"You owe me for this, by the way." Her head tilted your way, lids narrowed in a sassy look you dismissed with a wave of your hand.

"Yeah, okay, what're his coordinates?"

With a roll of her eyes—that you very much thought was quite rude—she gave you just what you needed; his exact coordinates.

The assortment of colours and geometric shapes appeared before you with a few taps of your finger against the cold device, flitting across the room in a bright blur of pure chaos that hurt your eyes to look at—

—but you would endure it; if only for Miles' sake.

"This is stupid, by the way—" you turned, facing the girl who insisted on making a snide comment every five seconds, "—you're not even a spiderperson."

"Says the girl who's speaking to me through a VR headset and isn't actually here right now," you growled.

"Careful, I can shut this whole thing down right now and tell Miguel what you're planning," she returned your apprehension with crossed arms, brows furrowing even further.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you sighed, "it's just— I'm worried about him. Please don't tell Miguel. Miles has saved me so many times, it's time I save him for once."

You assumed you must've looked rather pitiful for her features to have softened up, arms falling limp by her side as she, too, gave a sigh; though hers sounded like it stemmed from a different type of exasperation to yours.

"Just... go. Before I change my mind—preferably."

You gave her the brightest smile you could muster, hoping to god she could see all the appreciation in it—and there was a lot—before turning back around to take a step into the portal.

"Miles! I'm here to—"

As soon as you walked through, you were met with a dark room—though, that wasn't what caught your attention. Instead, your wide eyes landed on that familiar hanging bag, beat down and bits of its material flaked off.

Chained up to it, was your very own, Miles Morales. And stood directly opposite to him was... also Miles Morales?

Alright, you were aware of this whole 'spiderverse' thing but you didn't think it would be this trippy.

"...save you?"

They were both staring directly at you, however, the expressions situated on their faces were vastly different.

Miles—your Miles—had his eyes blown wide, shaky pupils not leaving your form for a second, even as he started frantically shaking his head from left to right, he still remained in eye-contact with you.

The other Miles also had his eyes blown wide. This time, however, it wasn't in warning—no—his pupils were dilated and his form stood rigid; still as a statue.

"Cariño..." he whispered; so much breath in his voice, it barely sounded like words were coming out.

"Y/N! You have to get out of here!" Your Miles yelled, pulling at his chains as though it would get him any closer to you.

You scoffed. "And leave you? I don't think so."

"Don't worry about me! You have to—"

"Cariño."

You blinked, casting your gaze back over to the other Miles—who now stood much closer to you than before. He was just an arm's length away, in fact, how did you not notice him approach you?

"Mi vida, oh Y/N..." his voice was soft as he spoke—quiet and coated in an emotion you were unfamiliar with—hand moving up to your cheek to gently trace a cold, steel claw over it.

"Hey!" The sound of metal chains clicking grew more frantic from behind him. "Stay away from her! Don't you dare hurt her!"

Either the Miles in front of you was ignoring your friend on purpose, or he genuinely didn't hear him, because he continued to do as he was doing—continued to give you shivers from the icy material against your cheek.

Then, all too suddenly, he flew into your torso, engulfing you in a hug so tight—so inextricably emotional—you stumbled back a little from the sheer intensity of it all.

"You're alive..." he breathed out—and it was then that you finally understood what the tone of his voice was. "You're really, truly alive. Oh mi cariño, I've missed you so much."

"Wha—?"

"Lo siento... lo siento." He buried his face into the crook of your neck and the surface of your skin slowly grew wet, your collar soaking up. "I didn't get there in time, I couldn't save you."

You and your Miles shared a glance.

You saw your reflection in his eyes; the look of shock on his face; the scenes that flashed through his pupils. You saw a fear in him, one unlike anything you had ever seen before.

You saw your near-death experience replay right before him.

"Te quiero—" the other Miles—the one holding you—grounded you once more with his words as he pulled away just enough to look you in the eyes and continue, "—you know that, right? I'm so sorry for not saying it before. If you hadn't— if you never— I'm so sorry."

The phrase shocked you, sending an electric pulse down your spine and rendering you utterly immobile.

"I always have. For the longest time. It's always been you. It's always—only—ever been you."

If what he was saying was true... then—?

"Y/N!"

Suddenly, the metal against your hips was replaced by the familiar silky material you were used to; the one worn by your Miles.

"Miles," you breathed out, looking all around you to see the shattered glass that flew in the wind—scattering in all different directions as the warmth of the inside abandoned you.

"I'm gonna need you to hold on, okay?"

You nodded.

Then, you glanced behind him, catching sight of the familiar geometric mask of the Prowler—sharp claws out—coming in hot and fast and furious.

"Miles—!"

"I know, mami, I know. I need you to trust me for a minute, alright? You know I'll never let you get hurt."

You nodded once more, nails digging into his dark suit as you buried your face directly into his chest. You felt yourself flow through the air, swiftly moving as the wind worked against you, pushing back on your hair as though you were its worst enemy.

It was nice. It was fun. It was... bound to go wrong.

One moment, you were safe, all coddled up in Miles' arms as he swung through the sky—the next?—

—you were falling.

"Y/N!"

(Note: I feel like I need to address this because some people seem to be misunderstanding what I'm doing with Margo.

First of all, Margo is not AT ALL being mean in Bereavement. The whole of that fic is written in the Reader's perspective (and I'll prolly end up writing something in both Miles' perspective too) - this makes her an unreliable narrator so you can't trust the way the story is being told to you is 100% accurate to the true events.

At the start, the Reader is frustrated because she knows her best friend is stranded on another universe - this makes her unfairly take out her frustration on Margo when she thinks lines like 'who always seemed to have to say something every five seconds' (paraphrased).

Margo thus responds accordingly (as she should) and although she threatens to tell Miguel, she never actually would because she is legit one of the only real ones in the movie. So no, to those commenters that were accusing me of making her 'aggressive' cuz she was black - that is not what I'm doing at all. I am writing the Reader's perspective after just having lost her best friend.

Margo is the only one helping. She is literally being kind to the Reader. If anything, the Reader is the one being rude to her but again, that's because her best friend is missing which isn't an excuse but definitely an explanation.)

[peachdues]

THE GREAT WAR — PART II (NSFW teaser)

GIYUU TOMIOKA • SECRET PREGNANCY AU

I knew tonight’s episode would send me nosediving back into my TGW obsession. So enjoy a look at our favorite dumb love birds going to town.

CW: explicit sexual content • MDNI • Giyuu is obsessed with the concept of the female orgasm • oral sex (f!receiving) • some cum eating (more to come)

READ PART I HERE

Giyuu sat and watched her for a moment longer, spread out across the polished wood, her kimono disheveled and her legs still trembling from the intensity of their love-making.

He clicked his tongue. He hadn’t had enough; not nearly so.

“Oomph!” Y/N squealed as Giyuu slid his arm under her and hauled her up and over his shoulder, her opened kimono barely clinging to her frame. Her hands scrambled to clutch at his back to steady herself as the engawa disappeared from below her.

“Giyuu –”

“If you think I’ve had enough of you now, then you’ve sorely underestimated me,” Giyuu cut her off, firmly. “You owe me more.”

“Owe you –” the Miko sputtered

“Yes,” Giyuu replied simply. “You owe me more of your pleasure. I’ve not yet had my fill of it.”

“You are ridiculous.”

“Perhaps,” he conceded, nudging the door to his — their — bedroom open with his foot. “Or perhaps I’m simply a man who was forced to hold himself back from the woman he loves for far too long.”

Though his movements were perhaps slower in the absence of his right arm, Giyuu nonetheless managed to carefully lay his blushing fiance out upon their futon. He sat back, his hand sliding between her knees to urge her thighs apart and make room for him as he settled between them.

“And I want to consummate our impending union.”

Y/N flushed crimson as he began pressing slow, teasing kisses along the inside of her thigh as he made his way down to where she was already aching for him once more.

She fought against the moan building in her throat. “Consummation is for those who have already wed, and you took liberties well before you ever proposed betrothal.”

“Have I not made my intention to marry you quite clear?” Giyuu hummed against her skin, those lapis eyes flicking up to hers, narrowing in on the way she tugged her bottom lip between her teeth.

“N-no,” and Giyuu smirked at the pitchiness of her tone and how her chest heaved beneath his ministrations. “Nor have you given me my sword, as you prom — oh.”

The shrine maiden’s head thudded back against the padding of the bed as Giyuu traced the tip of his tongue along her slit, gathering what remained of both his and her pleasure into his mouth with a low groan.

He pulled back just enough that only his lips grazed the outside of her cunt. “You still talk too much,” he murmured and then he latched his mouth to her core, his tongue sliding smoothly into her entrance, and Y/N fell silent once more.

wait til y’all see him accidentally make her squirt lmao

[m-musings]

Crawl Out Through the Fallout with Me: Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard X Fem! Reader

A/N: never played an official fallout game in my life but i still love this man so it's time to bullshit some stuff, let's gooooooo

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: After a fight with raiders, a argument between lovers ensues when one of them gets hurt.

Warnings: typical fallout vibes, mentions of fighting, blood and wounds, pre-established relationship, Cooper being Cooper but also being a bit ooc, this is cheesy as hell and def not canon compliant lmao

"Damnit, (Y/n), just what the hell were you thinkin'?!"

An upset voice rang out into the evening air of the Wasteland as a pair of figures rested up inside the crumbling walls of an abandoned building.

Lit by the fading light of the sun, (Y/n) hissed in pain as her irradiated companion tried to sew a sizable gunshot wound on her arm shut.

As he passed the needle back and forth through the gash, the girl rolled her eyes with an exasperated groan as a few rivulets of blood rolled down her arm.

"Gimme a break, Coop! Did you wanna be the one to be shot?! I don't- ow!- think so!"

During a journey to find their next cash-out, the partners were ambushed by a large group of raiders & fiends. After managing to get rid of most of them, one had managed to sneak up and send a bullet flying straight for Cooper.

Noticing the weapon before Cooper could even turn to see the shooter, (Y/n) dashed over and shoved the ghoul out of the path of the shot, causing her arm to be hit instead.

Now- a few hours after killing the remaining enemies- they took shelter in a decrepit shack in order to patch themselves up in peace and rest for the night.

"I'd still be better off than you are right now. I mean, for fucks sake, darlin', I'm a ghoul. I've been through worse than just being shot at."

"Well then, that's the last time I try to be helpful. Next time, I'll sit back and relax while you get absolutely slaughtered by raiders, how about that?!"

"Go right on ahead, see if I care! Now, hold still. Can't close this cut if you keep on squirmin' around." Cooper huffed as he gave the suture one final tug before snipping the end off with a pocket knife and tying it into a knot.

After he was finished, (Y/n) rolled the pain out of her bicep before reaching into her bag to grab a somewhat clean cloth to wipe up any remaining blood.

With a sputter of her lips, she got up from her spot next to Cooper to sit upon the old mattress in the other corner of the room in order to apply a stimpak to herself. It wouldn't be enough to heal the wound completely but it would be enough for her to be able to use her arm properly.

Satisfied with the sight of her flesh knitting back together, Cooper finally relaxed in his chair as he crossed one leg over the other.

"Now don't go doin' anything that stupid again, y' hear me? Don't wanna have to use any more stims than we have to."

"I just... don't understand why you're so worked up about this. Something like this was bound to happen eventually, it's literally a warzone out here. A scar or two isn't unusual." (Y/n) griped as she fell back onto the bed while crossing her arms.

"Yeah, for someone like me it isn't. But it shouldn't ever happen someone like you. You shouldn't have to get hurt like that..." Grumbled Cooper as he leaned back against the wall.

"I'm not made of glass, Coop, I can handle a few hits."

"Don't care. You're way too valuable for me to lose."

(Y/n)'s glare softened at that, realizing the true intention behind the cowboy's scolding was worry. As Cooper sets up a small lantern on the floor to combat the growing darkness, (Y/n) watches the man with a fondness gleaming in her eyes.

"Is that what this is all about? You didn't wanna see me get hurt?" Whispers the girl as she turns onto her side.

Although the action is rather subtle, the ghoul's body visibly tenses up as he fixes his gaze away from the woman across from him.

"I never said that."

"It's clear that you thought it, though." (Y/n) chuckled as she softly grinned at the cowboy.

Heaving out an irritated sigh, Cooper hunches over to look at her as he readjusts his hat.

"What do ya wanna hear from me, sweetheart? That I care about you? That I love ya? Well, if you don't know that by now, then you might be much dumber than I thought you were."

"Hey, I resent that! You'd be lost with me and you know it!"

"Sure I would. Just like how you'd do great out there if you were all alone."

(Y/n) shakes her head with a scoff before she gets up from the mattress to walk over plop herself onto Cooper's lap after he sits back down on the beat-up dinner chair.

As she shuffles into place, Cooper places his hand on the small of her back to ensure she doesn't topple over. He silently glances at her face, analyzing her now troubled expression as she fiddles with the lapel on his duster.

Mouth opening and closing as she tries to find the words to say, she presses her lips together before finally speaking her thoughts.

"Y'know, I worry about you too... I'm always so worried that there's gonna be a day where that one gunner you miss is gonna be the one that gets you." (Y/n) admits sadly as she rests her head on Cooper's shoulder.

Cooper's eyes widen slightly and peer down at her as he begins to rub a hand up and down her arm in an attempt to comfort her.

"Hey now, look at me. That'll never happen. Not on my watch."

"What makes you so sure?"

"I got too much to fight for. I already lost one family to this nonsense and I'll be damned if you get taken away from me too. I'll fight tooth and nail before I let anything touch me or you again, understand?"

"But why? What's so special about me?"

"If I allow you to get hurt anymore, I will never be able to live with myself again. I love you, so...so much, darlin'." Cooper states with a resolute nod.

(Y/n) eyes water and crinkle with a gentle smile before she leans up to place a couple light kisses upon his charred lips, which he returns immediately upon receiving.

"I love you too, Cooper..." Mutters (Y/n) as she closes her arm around his shoulders.

With a laugh rumbling in his chest, Cooper wraps both of his hands around her waist as he holds her as close as he can.

"Your sweetness is what's gonna be the death of me one of these days, doll... Not some dumbass bullet." Cooper jokes quietly, placing a kiss atop her hair & resting his head on hers as he rocks back and forth to lull her to sleep.

Listening to the calming sound of her breathing as she slumbers, Cooper thinks about how lucky a man like him is to have found a love like (Y/n) in such a desolate situation.

[cameronspecial]

I saw you were looking for some angst ideas lmao

So rafe and reader are together. Loves her more than life but his addiction gets in the way of that. One night they have a fuming argument and she doesn’t talk to him for a few days. He then makes a plan for them to talk about it somewhere private at nighttime, but when she shows up he’s not there. She waits for him for a while then she gets attacked by the rafes dealers because he owes them money and she was the next bet. Rafe finds her and he’s freaking out but she won’t let him near her and she blames him. You can choose how this ending goes or if you even want to write this but this has been on my mind

You Deserve Better

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Drug Use, Swearing, Stabbing, Blood, and Death

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1K

Masterlist

The centre of Rafe’s life wasn’t always the white powder that tumbled around the little Ziploc bag that lined his pockets. His centre is supposed to snort or wheeze a little whenever she laughs, refusing to use her inhaler because she doesn’t want to embarrass him. It will stay up past her bedtime because she is in a flow with her work. His sun crosses her eyeballs whenever he presses a kiss on her nose because she knows it would make him chuckle. Y/N Y/L/N used to be his rock and now, all because of an accident, she isn’t anymore. That is something not a lot of people know. They assume his addiction started because he was a bored rich kid who had the money to spare. However, in reality, it began with a torn ACL. One wrong shift of his leg and his football career was over. At first, the oxycodone was only to manage the pain from the ACL surgery. He had the hope that he could recover the way he needed to get back on the field, but then the news came that he wasn’t progressing the way his doctor wanted… That was when the problem started, suddenly the drug he was taking to help ease his physical pain became the one to take away his mental pain too. The pain of not being able to play football. The pain of missing out. The pain of not knowing where his life was going.

Don’t get him wrong, Y/N was by his side the whole time, except a person can’t be everything to someone else and he needed a therapist. He just wasn’t ready to admit that. It was only when he stopped being prescribed oxycodone that he turned to cocaine to fill the mental hole the prescription used to be for.

———

Rafe’s blown pupils are hidden by his eyelids as he lies back on the couch. Y/N is still out with her friends, so he isn’t sleeping. Not when she is not at home. The front door opening and closing makes him jerk forward. His eyelids are just a sliver because the light from the ceiling is too bright for him. Her footsteps approach the living room and the large sigh she lets out makes her arrival known. “You didn’t do the dishes,” she states, her hand resting on her jut-out hip. “And the hole in the hallway is still there.” Yesterday, Rafe, in a high state, accidentally made a hole in the wall when trying to put up a picture frame for her. He promised her before she left for work this morning that he would get what he needed to fix it this morning and in the afternoon, he would fix it. However, before he could get himself to the store, he saw a post from one of his old football teammates, who went pro and he spiralled. 

He doesn’t mean to roll his eyes, yet it happens and this causes her to let out another huff. “I didn’t get a chance to go to the store,” he grumbles like he didn’t care. He really did though. He wanted to be able to do something that simple for the girl who meant everything to him, except his mind seemed to disagree with his heart. It is easier to pretend it doesn’t bother him. Her eyes narrow in on the residue of powder on their coffee table, “Let me guess, you got your nose caught up in some business. Rafe, you promised me you wouldn’t do that shit at home.” He can’t keep looking at the way tears start to appear because he knows how worried she gets when he does drugs, always scared he might overdose. He looks anywhere but at her. “Don’t get on my ass about this again Y/N. You don’t know what I am dealing with,” he argues.

“I don’t and that’s the problem. You need to talk to someone about how you are feeling because you are going to put yourself in an early grave if you keep doing what you are doing now.”

“Seriously, we are going to argue about this again because I didn’t do the dishes or fix a little hole in the wall.”

“No, we are going to argue about it because you aren’t the man I fell in love with anymore and I don’t think if I can do this anymore. I want to be by your side to help you get better but if you don’t want to, then I don’t know if I can be here forever.”

Her words hit his ears at the same intensity as they would if he were sitting next to an airplane engine. They had arguments about his sobriety so many times before, yet those fights always had the underlying understanding that she would be there to help him. She never once mentioned the possibility of her leaving him because she truly did want to help him find his sobriety. His mouth falls open to talk. No words come out. How can he possibly swear that he wants to get better when he isn’t at the self-realization point in his journey? She takes the silence as an admittance that getting clean isn’t on his mind. “I need some time apart. I’m going to sleep at Deliah’s place tonight,” she informs, turning to leave. He doesn’t stop her; he wants to give her the space she needs in hopes that she realizes she can hold on for a little bit longer. The only word he can respond with is “Okay”, right before she closes the door behind her. 

———

She hasn’t answered any of his texts and calls. Her night of taking some space turned into a week and it is driving him crazy. Her non-existence return may have to do with his unwillingness to agree to go to a therapist. After the thousandth attempt at calling her, she finally answers the call. “Normally, when a person doesn’t pick up the call, it means they don’t want to talk to you.” He lets out an internal sigh, “I know, I just need to talk to you. Please, can we meet at our spot, Sunshine?” She could never resist the usage of his nickname for her. “Okay, meet me there in an hour,” she agrees. The call drops right after her response and he gives himself a small smile. Not only does he get to see her again, he gets to try to get her back. 

———

By the time she realizes she is being followed, she is alone under the bleachers, where she and Rafe used to spend their time in high school. It was where they found themselves when they didn’t feel like going to class or they needed to get away from the chaos after his team won a game. It was the place she fell in love with him in because even before they were dating when they were just friends, it was their spot. She spins around at the sound of grass being pressed down by a set of feet, ready to scold him for being late. It isn’t Rafe as she expected; instead, an average-height man with a dangerous air that scares her. The gleam behind his eyes tells her the bald man is up to no good, which is confirmed when he pulls out the hunting knife from his hoodie pocket. She steps back in an attempt to get away from him, but her back hits against a metal beam. The man rushes toward her and presses the sharp edge against the soft skin of her neck. “Your boy owes me money and since he is taking too long to get it back to me, I thought I would hold onto something precious to him until I get what I want,” the man explains with a wicked grin. She refuses to show him fear and looks him dead in the eyes, “Rafe’s dealer is Barry so I have no idea what you are talking about.” “He stopped going to Barry because Barry started getting on his case about how much he is using,” the male growled, not enjoying the bite to her bark. She chuckles like a maniac, “When Rafe comes, he is going to beat your ass.” “Shut up, Bitch.” Angered by his words, her knees find their target between his legs. 

He lets out a howl and doubles over in pain. She uses this as her opportunity to attempt an escape, trying to run past him. Unfortunately, he reaches out to stop her and this results in the blade driving into her abdomen. A gasp passes her lips, causing the dealer to look in her direction. “Shit.” His eyes bloom open and immediately begins to pull it out. “No. Don’t pu-,” she warns, except it is too late. The weapon is already out and he is running toward the exit. She hunches forward and stumbles back against the beam, pressing her hand to her stomach to keep from bleeding out, feeling as though she has been punched. Calling 911 seems to be the logical answer; however, when she goes for her phone, she finds it broken on the floor. She thinks about going to her car and is stopped by the feeling of even more blood gushing out of the wound as she tries to push off the beam. It doesn’t hurt as much as she thought it would. 

“Sunshine,” rings through her ears. Her dizziness makes it difficult to focus on the speaker, yet she knows who it is based on the nickname. She slides down the beam because her legs lose all their strength. Rafe rushes to her side and kneels beside her. “Shit, Sunshine. It’s going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m going to call the police. They are going to fix everything,” his voice breaks as his hand joins hers to stop the flow of his blood. She can hear him relaying the information to the dispatcher, but her body is telling her something Rafe isn’t going to be ready to hear. He places his phone on the floor so both of his hands can press on her abdomen. “They’re coming, Sunshine, just hold on. I promise. I’ll be here the whole time.” Her handshakes as she raises to his cheek, staining it with her blood. Her tears water at the edge of her bottom eyelid, “I don’t think I’m going to make it.” His head shakes vigorously. “Don’t say tha-.” She cuts him off, “Can you please just listen to me?” He nods to let her continue. “It was your dealer. I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad. Just to make sure he gets arrested. But I need you to know that you are more than just your addiction and football. I know you don’t think so, but you are and if you just realize that, then you will see the man that I fell in love with.” “I don’t deserve that though. Look at all the shit I put you through. You deserve more than a druggie as a boyfriend,” he cries, holding her hand against his skin.

She smiles up at him, “You deserve more too. You deserve to be truly happy. You deserve to try to find a new purpose in life. I want that for you.” “How can I find all of that if you are gone?” he questions. Her breathing begins to become laboured, “You’ll find yourself and once you grieve, you’ll find someone who can help heal your broken heart. That’s how.”

“I don’t want anyone else. I just want you. Please, don’t go. Will you please stay if I promise to get sober?” 

“I will be with you every step of the way.”

The words tear his heart in two. He knows what it means. She truly doesn’t think she is coming out of this alive. “I want you to see me get better though. Please. Just hang on a little longer.” His tears cloud his vision. When he doesn’t hear a response, he wipes his eyes to get a closer look at her. The world goes dark at the sight of her glassy eyes only reflecting back his face with no recognition or life behind them. The rise and fall of her chest have stopped. The universe decides to answer his calls for help at a cruel moment as he hears the siren finally approach. There is no use in their hurry if the person who needs saving is the one to do it because Rafe isn’t going to let her last words die with her. He is going to get better, not only for her but for him too. He deserves more than a life of chasing his pain away with drugs and he is determined to achieve that.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura

[catiuskaa]

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07]

PAIRING! pervy?Chan x roomate!reader

SUMMARY: Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

WC: 3.2k

CW: convenient minsung because I say so, angsty(?) (reader is just kinda dense and Minho screams the truth to her), smut: mentions of soft dom!chan, mentions of panty stealing, Chan’s a pervy simp (he’s just soooo down bad), and I just really got carried away writing on my notes thinking about when Channie smiles hearing the creaks in heyday...

A/N: basically, if being inocent was a crime, i’d be imprisioned for tax evasion, lmao. kinda perv!chan thoughts to soothe the iching that the mosquito bites give. have fun!

[☆☆★☆☆]

He let out a frustrated groan, fingers digging into his curly locks in a sign of desperation. He had listened to every single audio sample Changbin had found. Twice. But no, nothing screamed “This is it” to his perfectionist self. And it was getting him fucking desperate.

He wasn’t wearing headphones because of the company he had been with not too long ago since Changbin and Han tried to help him —keyword: try—, and also knowing that you wouldn’t be home for a while meant that there was no one he could disturb, the sounds coming from his laptop not nearly loud enough to reach to the neighbours. He scrolled down the same folders again, wondering when you would be home in the back of his mind.

You and Chan had been roommates for a bunch of years now. You two had met at Han’s birthday party thanks to Minho, as he introduced you, one of the first people he had ever danced with and even won competitions with to the leader of the Korean boyband.

You clicked almost instantly, sharing anecdotes from each side of the industry. He, a famous idol, and you, a backup dancer for many groups in different companies.

It was unknown to both of you that Han and his cat-like soulmate had tried to matchmake you that day, as you just stayed like close friends. Minho laughed at Jisung as they both returned from your shared apartment the day you moved in, like two years after. Now that you’d split the rent, considering neither of you spent that much time home to pay a large amount, you paired up.

“At least they like each other, silly,” he mentioned, his tone of voice sounding soft, a smug smile on his face. He was so winning the bet.

“Nooo!” Han whined, much like a toddler would when toys were taken away. “Those two are meant to be, Hyung. They are literally each other’s type!”

“Well, I don’t think they’ve noticed,” he chuckled, thinking about what he would buy with the ten bucks Han would owe him. And Minho would’ve been right.

But then, the sex dreams started.

“Chan, I’m back!”

He blushed, quickly shoving those thoughts into a bottomless pit in his mind.

“How you doin’?” You grinned, your head popping inside his room, leaving your bag on your own, next to his, before coming back and leaning on the door frame.

Your wet hair made the top of your summer dress fabric somewhat sheer, his eyes trailing your figure before clearing his throat.

“I’m stuck,” he admitted, dimples on display as he smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been looking for a sample I thought existed, but maybe I just made it up in my head.”

“That does sound like shit,” you mentioned, leaning down just enough to rest your forearms on the back of his chair. He felt tiny droplets falling from your hair onto his shoulders and back, making goosebumps trail all over his body.

“But how… how was the… the swimming pool?” He quivered, trying to hide the flustered quiver in his voice. And failing, hoping you wouldn’t notice.

“It was good! It felt sooo nice.” You stretched, whining as you extended your arms, making a mess in Chan’s head, who struggled to hide it. “I’ll go get changed, and then I can help you. Sounds ok?”

“Yeah.” He leaned into your touch when you ruffled his hair, leaving his room.

He sighed as he rested on the back of the chair, arms thrown over his eyes, and swallowed dry. He felt like such a perv, his insides churning and turning whenever you were near, making him feel like a horny teenager.

It all started one night when he woke up in a sweat, hard-on nearly hurting underneath his boxers. Pictures of you still reeling in his mind, legs wide open for him, eyes pleading, begging for release.

Then, two nights after, dreaming about your body pressed on top of him as you straddled him, clenching on him, fighting for dominance in a sloppy kiss.

Later that week, you in that cute summer dress you bought with him, letting him fuck you and manhandle you in his car, the apartment too far, and your bodies too horny that the drive home felt impossible.

Seeing you every day with those thoughts in mind was difficult, sometimes having to escape your sight so you wouldn’t see him getting hard just by you doing the slightest things that weirdly turned him on.

“The one you dream about is back,” you teased, now wearing an oversized shirt and a towel over your shoulders. He gulped as he looked at you, not only for what you had said unknowingly but also because of your shirt, long enough to cover your thighs, giving the illusion that you were almost naked. In his room. Sitting crisscrossed. On his bed.

He felt blood on his cheeks and some running down, headed south. He giggled halfheartedly, the sentence ‘don’t get hard’ echoing in his head.

After playing the samples again, tricking himself into thinking he might have skipped one just so he would keep searching, he started getting frustrated again. But nuh-uh. Nothing.

“Ok, this is trash,” you blurted out.

With a smile on your face, before he could even ask you what was wrong, you grabbed his chair from behind, pushing him far from the computer, saving the files and then closed it with a slap.

“Break time, Mr Producer. We both need a coffee.” He snickered, shaking his head sideways as you both went to the kitchen.

“Can’t say no to that, can I?”

You laughed. “No. Too late, anyways.”

He started getting the milk from the fridge, pouring it on the mugs you handed him, and settling them in the microwave, a small smile on his features accenting his dimples.

“Audio sample related, can’t you just make your own?” You asked Chan, not entirely curious, question directed to find a solution for his issue rather than learning that piece of info.

“I mean, yeah, sure, but it’s simpler this way,” he shrugged, eyes confused about where to look, not daring to stare at you for too long. “If not, I just have to keep recording random stuff, hoping to find something that sounds like what I want.”

“Isn’t that easier? Not like it’s something you can brag about, but there’s a ton of creaking shit in this place,” you pointed out thoughtfully. “Like… that!”

In the blink of an eye, you crossed your way until you were directly in front of Chan, and you turned around, leaning on the counter before you as you opened and closed the cabinet's door on the wall.

“See? It creaks,” you said from above your shoulder.

But just when you stood back on your feet, you realised how close you were to each other. And it hadn’t helped that when you leaned towards the cabinet, your shirt had followed along with your body, letting Chan see your lack of pyjama pants, instead being welcomed by some cute cotton panties. Ones he knew well because, uhm… he uh… may have used them for a wrong purpose.

Yeah, fuck, he had come on those.

You hadn’t realised how little space had been between him and the counter and attributed that to your head, not knowing that Chan had unconsciously moved towards you, like metal to a magnet. You wiggled on your place, your personal space suddenly far away from you, caged in Chan’s presence. He stopped your tiny motion by gripping your waist, letting out a gasp, blushing. He turned you around so you wouldn’t feel his hardening cock on your upper thighs.

When you both locked eyes on the contrary, the tense atmosphere shot up, turning even thicker when he rested his arms on the counter, at your sides, thumbs casually stroking short lines on your waist.

No words were said as you got lost in his brown eyes, deep chocolate-coloured orbs, not needing any kind of golden or honey stripes on them as they drew you in, gorgeous eyes so raven that it was hard to distinguish where the iris was. Then, your eyes trailed off at his mouth, your breath hitched, rose-coloured plush lips so enticing. He licked them, and you swore you heard him swallow dry.

You pressed your body on him, getting closer and closer, and suddenly, he let out a small whimper. The sound made you shiver, heat pooling in your lower belly. He blushed furiously, not daring to move from his place. You could feel it, feel him.

The sound of your phone chiming in your room made you both aware of the situation —and position— you were in. You got shy, quickly letting him have his personal space back, both of you missing the other’s warmth on your skin as you blurted out something that sounded like “gotta go walk my fish” as you run to your room, slamming the door close, frowning as soon as you were alone.

“Fuck.” Both of you said at the same time, having the same thoughts.

“I fucked up.” Chan stared at the hot mugs on the counter, both waiting for someone who had run away.

[☆☆★☆☆]

“He’s just scared, girl,” Han said through the phone after letting you ramble and blurt about what had happened barely twenty minutes ago. “I promise, if you make him feel safe, like he won’t lose you, he’ll melt on your hands.”

"...I don't think so," you mumbled, picking on your nails.

"You called me because he got hard," he sighed, not bringing his statement to a conclusion just because it was so painfully obvious. "I know you're the only one who thinks otherwise."

You were about to reply with a snarky comment about how he should just 'stick simping about Minho' when you started to hear said man speaking to Jisung, and then with all the calm in the world, ignored him when he went straight to the phone.

"...Minho?"

"Leave my boyfriend alone and go fetch yours," he replied as you heard Han groan in the back. It was almost as if you could feel him deadpanning from the other side of the phone.

You frowned even if you had a smile on your features, not taking the comment completely seriously. "Ok, rude. What a meanie."

"Jokes aside." You heard him breathe in from the other side of the phone. Oh boy. "The interminable teasing and bickering between you and Chan were amusing at first, but it's getting very stale and surprise, fucker, you live together!" He paused, clicking his tongue. "So, why don't you two cut the bullshit and admit your sexual and non-sexual feelings for each other?"

"My what?!"

"This is getting old really quick, goddamnit." You could feel him getting worked up, not just because of his tone but because he kept ignoring Han, whose comments echoed at the back of the phone call.

But Minho was serious. He was not gonna get cockblocked for ten bucks. Not tonight.

"You're getting kinda off-base, buddy!"

"Oh, it's almost one o'clock, fucking spare me!" He grumbled, getting slightly angrier. "Yeah, I get it. It's Chan. He can be a dick sometimes because of his severe self-esteem issues and how he doesn't know how to communicate his feelings all that well. But I kinda think he reminds you about that other guy you dated in our dance team, who was an absolute son of a bitch, and we can agree that you deserve to be with someone who's not that complicated or whatever, but still, you can't get Chan out of your head, can you? Don't answer. We know it." He interrupted you, unable to speak as you were just getting bombarded with facts you didn't want to deal with.

"But you? I've known you for years, yet you're still being a dumbass. You're behaving like a baby who'd rather act tough than show her true feelings 'cause last time, you got hurt! Owie," he cooed, tone still angrily mocking. "And now you're just dancing around the other in this pathetic act you're tryna put up to hide your pent-up feelings, SO, AGAIN, for my sake, either deal with it and stop bitching my man about it, or get over with it already!"

"Minho, I-!" You turned silent as you heard a beeping sound coming from your phone.

He hung up.

You stared at the screen, eyes almost out of place, as you muted the device, letting it vibrate with the unread texts Jisung sent, apologising in every way he knew.

"A baby?" You muttered, the word almost sickening in your mouth. "I am not a baby!"

You laid back down on your bed, rolling on your sides, Minho's words echoing in your mind as you cursed under your breath. Almost unconsciously, you stood up, left your room and approached Chan's as if wanting to enter just to get his confirmation regarding his allegedly existing feelings for you.

He startled you when he closed his door, meeting you in the hallway, his eyes glued to yours as soon as he saw you.

"Oh. Hey." You mentioned awkwardly.

"Hey," he said, tensed-up shoulders visible due to the lack of sleeves on his shirt. "I just... uh..."

"I... wanted to say that, uh..."

"I am sorry if I... uh..."

"It's ok... I uh... don't... I mean... I know that you can't really uh... control... it?"

You could almost hear Minho's laugh in your mind.

"Right," he sighed. You smiled reassuringly, and he did the same in an uneasy stance.

"Right. I mean, for all I know, it could happen for whatever reason."

"I uh, kinda, I guess."

"But never mind. I uh... 'm glad we feel the same way."

You both smiled sheepishly and headed to your respective rooms.

Chan sighed, hurriedly getting back to bed, wishing to get weird ideas out of his mind, not bothering to check his computer again. He rolled in bed, hand anxiously travelling through his hair so frequently that it was starting to get greasy.

He frowned, passing his hands through his face, the scene in the kitchen crossing his mind again, his already weak excuse for not being so clearly attracted to you crumbling when he remembered the eagerness he thought he had seen in your eyes.

He stood up again and went to open the door just to go check, because what if he hadn't just made it up in his mind?

But then, he met you right in front of his room.

Before you could escape or come up with anything, he approached you and pecked your lips, feeling his heart skip ten beats when you pushed him away.

His eyes locked into yours, a sight of contentment leaving his lips as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back in, smiling in the kiss. It heated very quickly, a sloppy kiss with all tongues and teeth, both fighting for dominance. You went to get the edge of his shirt, but instead, he gave you a light smack on your thighs, and you jumped, legs crossing around his waist, arms around his neck as he guided both of you into his room, closing the door with a kick.

The two of you breathed heavily, the air thick with anticipation and lust. He pinned you up against the closed door and kissed hard, feeling the heat rising as your bodies tightened against one another. Your tongues met, mingling in an intense way that drove you wild. You let out soft sounds of pleasure, suddenly changing sides, pulling him away just enough so you could have access to his neck, your teeth trailing from his jaw, trying to find a sensitive spot.

He whined, barely moving away, trying to calm himself down, the sudden blow of emotions too intense for him. He then panted, and you quickly went back to that spot you had found, nibbling on it. "What are we- fuck- what are we doing?"

You set a finger on his lips, your face going back to his. "Shhh. Let's just... enjoy it," you whispered, leaving a small chaste kiss at the corner of his lips, tempting him. You then flinched, moving away "Unless you don't want..."

He let out a groan, deep and enticing, hungrily going back to your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back, your lips pressing firmly against his.

"No... I want you."

"And I want you too, Chris." You admitted, doe eyes trailing down to his lips, licking your own. "Now."

[☆☆★☆☆]

Your schedule had gotten filled up to the brim, chances of meeting Chan reserved for the ungodly hours of the night, which were used to get some well deserved sleep. Rehearsing over and over left your body exhausted, your mind clouded in the remaining work you had left, only the most sinful parts of it replaying the encounter that had happened barely three nights ago.

It was obvious that he was awake, the light in his room shining from underneath the door, knowning that he’d probably be working on his samples.

And he had tried, looking for one of the files he had recorded that delicious night. But something felt wrong. He frowned, looking at how long the audio was.

He played it before using it, at first just hearing random noises he was recording. Then he heard himself groaning, the sound of the bed sheets moving with his body, and then, after some loud steps, the door creaked open.

And those voices were you and him, that was no doubt. He blushed, the sound of the door slamming close getting his mind back to three nights ago.

“Ah, fuck, Chan!” You moaned through his headphones.

The bed creaked under both of you in rythmic beats, matching each thrust, your moans decorating the purple-lit room.

As both an idol and a producer, Chan had listened to many voices and samples for a long time, ears used to the constant stimulation, but the sound of your needy whines as he slowed down in hopes of not coming too soon made the task even more difficult.

“Don’t- ugh, fuck-,” he whined, hearing the heavy breathing through the recording. “Let me hear you, baby, please.”

Chan tried to pause the recording, a flustered mess, but instead accidentally unplugged his headphones, the sound of creaks and moans filling his room once again.

He paused it, mortified. Where you home? Fuck, he didn’t want you to think he was recording you in secret.

He turned around slowly when the door creaked open.

“What's going on here?” You walked in with an oversized top on, the cut of the sleeves made so that your body could be seen through the sides of the tank top.

“I-i uh…”

“Don’t have too much fun without me.”

“Chan? Are you listening?” Changbin questioned, frowning.

“Uh?”

He remembered that he wasn’t inside his room, like the night before, your thighs straddling his, but in the studio, showing his friends the audio he had put together. He couldn’t help but smile and get lost in his thoughts when certain creaks came out.

“We like it,” Han repeated. “We can get to writting lyrics soon enough.”

Chan’s phone chimed next to him, his eyes trailing it with no thoughts to it.

Let’s have fun again tonight.

He bit his lip, turning his phone off.

“I’ll call it Heyday,” he mentioned to his friends, renaming the new audio file.

He’d keep the other one a secret.

[☆☆★☆☆]

[hard hours]

~Kats, who came up with this idea on the beach and has had it stuck in her head since day one.

[reidmania]

The lack of fics for Derek is criminal. I lovedddd unprofessional !!!

MIDNIGHT SNACK | derek morgan

summary; Derek can’t forget the pretty bartender he met while working a case and comes back to ask her out!

warnings; drinking, mentions of kidnapping and murder, (about a case) normal cm stuff, flirting, their banter is adorable, bartender!reader, references bar owner reader as well… Fem!reader

an; this was so fun to write, also spencer in the ‘id rather take my whiskey neatttttt’ trend had me on my knees so i referenced it in him ordering a whiskey neat LMAO

The room was lit by ambiance lighting, warm tones but not too bright, keeping the atmosphere warm and light hearted without being overwhelming. The bar was busy but not to the point of a rush.

It was nice.

You stood behind the bar, shaking up a cocktail for a customer humming the lyrics to the song playing over the speaker quietly, just loud enough for subtle background noise without being overbearing in anyway.

You poured the drink handing it to the customer who thanked you before turning away. You slid slightly over looking up to serve whoever was next.

Two men stood there, you smiled widely as you retired your hair. “What can I get you?” You asked looking between them, your voice was just loud enough to hear over the music.

Your eyes lingered on one male a moment longer than the other. You waited for their reply but instead of being met with drink requests, they both pulled out badges.

“Im agent dr Reid.” The first said, he looked a little nerdy and had glasses perched up on his nose as he seemed slightly overwhelmed by the atmosphere. “Im Derek Morgan.” The other said, offering you a hand.

You smiled as you reached over to shake his hand — despite the heavy confusion. “Is that just Derek Morgan or Agent?” You asked, squinting your eyes slightly — you didn’t mean for it to come off as flirty as it sounded.

Derek chuckled, “I am an Agent but you can call me whatever you want.” He mirrored your tone making your cheeks flush slightly.

You shook your head, looking between them. “What do I owe the pleasure of the FBI?” You asked. You were almost certain you hadn’t done anything illegal.

“The pleasure is ou-“ Derek was cut off by Spencer nudging him with his elbow. “We are here about someone who presumably came in three days ago, do you recognise this guy?” Spencer asked, pulling out a photo.

You looked down at it with furrowed eyebrows before your eyes widened. “Oh yeah he ordered like twenty shots, had to get him kicked out cause a girl came up saying he was creeping her out. We don’t tolerate creepy men here” You rambled slightly.

“Do you remember what the girl looked like?” Derek asked, looking over at Spencer for a moment. You nodded your head as you recalled the memory from a few days ago clear as day.

“Yeah she was stunning, long dark hair, beautiful blue eyes,. She was probably around my height I think — why? Is she okay?” You asked, slightly panicked.

“Shes missing and we think this is our guy.” Derek explained, your lips parted in shock as your eyes widened. “Oh my gosh” Fell quietly from your lips.

“Do you have cameras in here?” Spencer asked, you were quick to nod your head. “Yeah we have them everywhere — hold on” You called over you coworker to take over the bar before leading them into the back room to go over the camera footage.

“Thanks for this” Derek smiled at you as Spencer sat down in the chair, going back a few days. You didn’t bother questioning how or why he knew exactly how to do so.

“She left with a group of her friends, I thought everything was okay. She wasn’t very drunk at all..” You recalled, feeling a tad bit of guilt wandering through your blood stream.

“It’s alright. We think he was waiting for her. Its not on you, you did exactly what you were supposed to do” Derek said as Spencer paused on a clip.

“Can I get you guys anything while you work? A drink or something — its on the house” You offered.

Derek smiled, “How good at you at making drinks?” He asked, tilting his head.

You felt your cheeks flush, feeling burning hot under his fixated gaze on your face. “Im the best there is” You may of hyped yourself up a little but you were pretty good.

“Ill take a whiskey neat” Spencer said, looking over his shoulder at you. “Please” He added.

“One whiskey neat, and you?” You asked, looking at Derek. He grinned at you. You tried not to let the nerves of having FBI agents going through all your camera footage scare you to the point of insanity but it was a little difficult.

“Make me your favourite.” Derek said. You laughed as you thought about it, shaking your head. “I don’t know if you’ll like it” You said, knowing it was a more fruity drink and he didn’t look like the type of guy who would drink it.

“Im sure Ill like anything you make” He threw in a wink that only made your cheeks redden. “Alright, a whiskey neat, and a my favourite.” You pointed between them as you listened their drinks.

“Thank you” Spencer called from where he was sitting, gaze fixated on the clip.

“Thanks beautiful” Derek smiled, you smiled back before turning on your heels to go make them their drinks.

A week passed and you hadn’t been able to get the silly little FBI agent out of your mind. He was super appreciative of the drink and made a few flirty comments here and there before you returned to work while they watched through the footage, before long they were leaving, and he was waving goodbye.

You were closing, the only person left in the bar since you had sent the rest of the workers home early — it wasn’t busy and it wasn’t overly messy, nothing you couldn’t handle yourself.

You were putting bottles of alcohol away when the door let out in chim, making you turn around. “We’re closed!!” You called before your eyes landed on the man leaning opposite you on the bar. “Oh hi!” You smiled.

He smiled back. “Hi. Sorry to come in late, just finished up” He said, fingertip grazing back and fourth over the edge of the bar table.

“Its okay, How is she? Is she alright?” You asked, the case hadn’t left your mind since you heard about it. “Can I get you something?” You offered.

He nodded, “Shes safe, he is locked up.” He recalled the case for you. “And yeah, a whatever you made me last time please gorgeous” He asked.

You nodded your head — almost shocked you found yourself giving him drinks after you most definitely were closed, the till was already closed but you decided you would pay it back in the morning.

You poured his drink, before sliding it over to him. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this all week, best drink Ive had in — forever” Derek said as he took a sip.

You smiled, “Its just a stawberry margarita.” You laughed gently, shaking your head as you began re-cleaning up.

“The drink isnt the only thing I havent been able to stop thinking about” He muttered, his heavy gaze fixated on you. You chewed at your lip.

There was something so.. special about this moment. It made its way into your stomach through your chest leaving a mark.

“Really?” You asked, trying to maintain the half flirt in your voice but it only wavered slightly. You tilted your head slightly as your eyes trailed over his features — you knew he was pretty before but something about the way he was looking at you under the tinted lighting of the bar sitting there in a fbi jacket he looked — too— pretty, to the point in was making your heart hurt as its beating grew rough against your ribcage.

“Really.” He confirmed, mirroring the tilt of your head as his eyes studied your own features, noticing every curve of your lip, nose, the way your eyes squinted, the smile lines that adorned your cheeks in a way he found so lovely — because it meant you smiled a lot, and he adored the idea of that. He cleared his throat, “Theres also this really pretty bartender, I just haven’t been able to stop thinking about” He sighed out dramatically.

Your cheeks flushed, “Oh I’m sure that would be very difficult for you” You say with faux empathy, a smile dragged your lips upwards. He smiled back. “I knew you would understand” He muttered shaking his head with false sadness.

You chuckled softly, as your hands continued working to clean up the bar for the night. You were glad you had made the decision to send the other workers home knowing they would probably be standing in the corner gossiping about this very interaction you were having.

Derek bit his lip, “So anyways.. I just couldn’t stand it anymore, she is a very distracting thought — just so you know” He continued on talking about who you were 99% sure was yourself in third person, the smile on your lips remained as you nodded your head, playing along.

“Oh yeah, Im sure that would be horrible when you are doing all your important FBI business” You hummed, smiling at the way he smiled at you.

“Exactly— So i figured I just had to come back to ask her out” He said, sighing out as if it was a serious issue. Your cheeks rose as your smile widened. You placed the tray of glasses down under the sink, before standing up straight, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well of course — thats obviously the only very logical thing to do” You smiled. You couldn’t remember the last time you had banter with someone like this.

He grinned, pearly white teeth on display and god he had just a pretty smile. “Exactly.” He nodded, “So I was wondering if i could please take you to dinner when you get done, or else im not sure how else to handle this distraction thing you have caused” He sighed out.

You breath caught in your throat briefly at his question, he was asking you out. The sexy FBI agent was sitting across from you, after you worked 11 hours and probably looked and mess and was asking you out. “Its 11pm” You muttered as you looked at the clock on the wall behind. It wasn’t rejection in any form — as if you would reject him. “That is a late dinner” You raised your eyebrow slightly.

He shrugged his shoulders softly, “Okay then, How about I take you to a fancy place for a midnight snack” He winked, changing his idea in order to convince you, not that you needed much convincing in any way.

You hummed endearingly, “What fancy places are open at midnight?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the opposite side of the bar. You knew in the end you were going to say yes, you just wanted to drag it out a little tiny bit more, keep him on his toes.

“Many, theres two open right now down the road. I checked earlier.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he openly admitted how much he wanted this, he had googled places that would be open late before even asking you.

You grinned widely, “Okay. Ill go out with you”

[her-favorite]

SNOWY DAY; B. EILISH

BILLIE EILISH X F!READER

WARNINGS: none! - unrelated but i was listening to christmas music (and billie’s new cover of ‘have yourself a merry little christmas on snl) and omg i love the christmas season sm i wanna cry

WC: 2136! - short but sweet! (this definitely isn’t my best work but i decided to make this at 1 am bc i need more billie stuff)

A/N: something cute for all my billie girls 🤭 i thought it was fitting since i’m in a christmas mood and i wanted to get something done bc my girls bday is today!! - and i’m so sorry to everyone that sent a billie request a few months back! i’ve read them all and they’re all in my drafts, but (as usual) my motivation is always rocky 😭 (if any of you are still here lmao), i thank you all for being so patient with me! <3

SUMMARY: A perfect snowy day with Billie <3

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The fresh smell of the cold air wafted into the house through the cracked window. She shifted slightly in your hold as the cold breeze skimmed against her bare arms. Her nose tickled your neck as she dug her head into your warmth.

The faint ring of the wind flying outside was quiet in your ear, but it soothed you subconsciously. Your hand smoothed over your girlfriend’s hair, twirling the colored strands between your fingers. You were still getting used to the somewhat new color on her, but you loved it just as much as the others. The red on her roots brought out her light skin and her bright eyes, in contrast with the black ends of the strands.

Her eyes were closed as she rested against you, her chest rising and falling evenly. Her arms sat against you loosely, limp from her slumber. Her eyelashes were long and beautiful, pink lips perfectly plump and just barely chapped from the cold wind wafting in and the stuffy air inside the tiny house. She was truly a sight to behold.

A soft groan broke you out of your daze as you felt another shift on top of you. Your hand never stopped brushing through her silky hair as hers moved down your side to rest on your stomach. “Morning,” she whispered into your skin, her voice raspy from just waking up.

“G’morning, baby.” You smile, your eyes never leaving her face. Finally, she opened her eyes, those beautiful blue irises looking into yours. They always hypnotized you, putting you into a lovesick trance.

“Whats got you so happy?” Despite her teasing attitude, a smile grew on her lips. Billie’s finger poked your side lightly, making you jump and for her to giggle in response. “S’cold.” She grumbles and lies her head back onto your shoulder.

“Was just watching you,” you whisper, not paying too much attention to your words as your finger gently moves a short strand of hair that fell in front of her face. Your opposite hand searches the empty space before landing on her back and under her shirt, gently rubbing up and down, quickly soothing her into a relaxed state again.

“I don’t have to do anything today.” Billie mumbles. A smile spreads across your face at her words. Despite already knowing her schedule, your squeeze her tighter against you and lean down slightly to press a kiss to her bright roots. You turn your head to look at the small table next to her bed, reaching over to grab your phone and look at the time. 10:47 am.

“We should probably get up, Bil.” The unwanted words leave your mouth in a whisper, still moving your palm against her back softly.

She quickly protested, grumbling against your skin, vibrating it slightly. “No, mama, c’mon.” Her hold grew tighter against you, purposely locking herself on you. A quiet laugh left your lips at her action, wrapping your arms around her shoulders and letting her cuddle into you.

“Fine.. only a couple more minutes.” The smile on her face was worth the next hour you hadn’t allowed.

-

“Ow! Ow! Ow!”

A loud clanking sound echoed from the kitchen, immediately catching your attention. You quickly make your way into the room as you watch Billie shake her hand in pain and an irritated moan leave her mouth.

“Oh my god! Billie, are you okay?” You rush over to her and hold her wrist gently, inspecting the light red blush covering her pale hand. “Why the hell did you take the pan out without any gloves?” You scold her, watching the way she pouts out her lips.

“I couldn’t find any,” she whines. “I didn’t feel like looking for them.” She looks over at you, giving you those perfect puppy dog eyes, immediately making your heart speed up and your playful anger dissolve in seconds.

“Just call me next time, ‘kay?” You give her a look before she nods dramatically in response.

“C’mon, the cookies are gonna get cold!” Billie walks back over to the counter once you let go of her hand, her eyes wandering over the dozen of cookies on the pan. “Get the frosting, babe.” You stay put as you watch her, waiting for her to take notice. Once she realizes you haven’t moved, she looks up and rolls her eyes. “Pleeeease.”

You laugh at her attitude and turn to grab the frosting that you had made with your family’s recipe. Now, with a towel that you had made sure she used, Billie picked up the pan and made her way into the living room with you following behind, carrying a bowl full of frosting. She sat on the floor and placed the metal on the small wooden table, quickly reaching over to grab the remote that was stuck between the cushions on the couch.

Shark’s ears perked up at the footsteps, his paws hitting against the wooden floor as he walks over to you both. As Billie switches the TV on, Shark lies down beside you, resting his head on your lap. As you scratch his head softly, quiet snores invade the small room, making you both giggle.

The sound of a piano being played resonates through the area. You quickly recognize the song as you look up, watching the intro on the television play. As Michael and Dwight struggle to bring in a Christmas tree through the door to the office, you look over at Billie as she grabs a cookie and scoots closer to you. You join her as you scoop up some frosting on your butter knife and lather it on the cookie, decorating it with festive colors.

Placing it back down on the tray, you reach over to grab another cookie until something else catches your eye. “Billie! It’s snowing!” You point forward, the white snowflakes flying past the window. She gasps and sits up, setting down her inappropriately decorated cookie and rushing over to the window. You gently move Shark off your lap - not without an annoyed grumble from the dog - and follow her, watching the snow stick to the ground. You feel fingers being laced through yours, a smile on your lips as you squeeze her hand in response.

You both watch the snow for a little bit as it begins to pack, the weather growing heavier. After a couple of minutes, you guys move back towards the table, instead taking a seat on the couch and bringing the table closer to you both. As everyone in The Office exchange gifts during Secret Santa.. or White Elephant, you eventually finish decorating.

As the light outside grows dim, the soft lights on the Christmas tree in the corner of the room seem to grow brighter.

“Baby,” her voice makes you look away from the lights, noticing the cookie in her hand and the cute smile on her face. “Open your mouth,” a laugh escapes your lips as you follow her orders. She moves the cookie forward and rests part of it on your teeth before placing the other half in her mouth. You both try to stifle giggles as you share the cookie, your hand moving under your mouths to pick up the crumbs that fell, though you were sure most of them made their way onto the couch underneath you both.

Billie’s hands reached forward and rested on your cheeks, trying to hold you still, despite her laughing state. Finally, when you both finish the cookie, she leans forward with a smile, pressing her lips against yours. The remnant of the sweet taste of the cookie resides on her, and it only fuels your love for her kiss more.

Not caring about the crumbs anymore, you let them fall from your palms as you reach up to hold your face as well. When you pull away to gather air, you keep your foreheads together. She tucks your hair behind your ear, swiping her thumb over your cheek and resting her soft palm against the side of your face.

“You’re so pretty, mama.” Billie’s voice was a whisper, but it sounded as clear as day in your ear. It must’ve been the millionth time that day you had smiled because of her, but you wouldn’t have had it any other way. You lean forward and kiss her gently, the same taste of the sugary cookie resurfacing.

“That’s all you, baby.” You whisper back with a smile.

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The only light in the house were the string on the Christmas tree. It was still a few days before the holiday, but you both sat by the tree, inspecting the wrapped presents underneath. The small skirt underneath captured all the ornaments that had fallen and the little strands from the garland.

Your eyes rake over the tree, stopping on an ornament in the middle. A picture of you and Billie was inside of it, a sweet gift from her parents that they had made you both. The date was on the back of the ornament, written in a worn out sharpie. It had been snowing hard that day, piling up outside and onto roofs and cars. You and Billie were outside at her parents house, celebrating the holiday with her family. You two had been making snow angels, sporting heavy coats and boots. You both supported a bright smile as your heads were turned to look at each other. Billie’s nose was red from the cold, as were her cheeks.

Maggie had been the one to capture the moment, quickly snapping a picture before you both had gotten up. She kept it hidden until Christmas morning, gifting it to you two with a sweet smile on her face. Since then, you both had been excited to put it on your christmas tree.

“Open it.” A box was presented in front of you, Billie’s voice, once again, coaxing you out of your daze. The grin on her face was breathtaking, the action alone able to convince you.

“Bil, there’s only a few days until Christmas.” You laugh at her stubbornness, picking up the present and putting it up to your ear as you playfully shake it.

“Hey! Careful, sweetheart.” She cautions with a smile. “I know,” she drags out the word, tilting her head slightly. “But I wanna give this to you now.” Her voice was smooth, silky almost. It entranced you so much that you hadn’t even thought of questioning her. You knew better than to keep doing so anyway.

You give her a playful look before beginning to unwrap the gift. It was a smaller box, the size of your hand more or less. Tearing off the wrapping paper, you spare a glance up at your girlfriend, before opening the box. You reach in and pull out a heart shaped necklace.

“Open it,” she repeats, her voice soft. You follow her words, noticing the split in the middle. You click open the necklace and look at either side of the locket. A picture of you was on the left side, looking over to the right, locking eyes with a picture of Billie. The smile on your face grew wider at the present, a hand reaching up to press against your lips.

“Billie,” your voice came out quiet, your admiration and love for her and the gift seeping through your tone. Your gaze moves up to look at her, noticing the way she anxiously bites at her perfect lips. “Billie,” you repeat, speechless. You let out a quiet, soft laugh, not being able to find anything to say. You gently set the necklace back into the packaging, moving closer to her and wrapping your arms around her shoulders, bringing her as close to you as possible. She giggles and moves her hands under your thighs, shifting them over her lap, making you straddle her. “I love it, I love you.” You gush, your cheeks starting to hurt from how much you were smiling.

“I love you more, baby.” Billie smiles just as wide, leaning up and pressing her lips on yours before you could rebuttal. When she pulls away, she keeps you close while she reaches around you to grab the necklace. Her fingers click the clasp together behind your neck, letting the locket rest against your chest. Her soft hands move down your skin, opening the middle and looking between the pictures inside. She smiles and leans forward, kissing your picture before pecking your collarbone, the base of your neck, your jaw, chin, and finally, your lips.

As the night grew even darker, the light you both drew out of each other lit brighter. Ending the night just how it started, you held her tightly as you both watched the snow fall outside and the cool air flow in through the cracked window.

A perfect snowy day.

[girlofthesunxoxo]

porn star dancing | james wilson

synopsis: y/n is a neuro-oncologist in wilson’s department and whenever she gets out of work, she works at a strip club. tonight is masquerade night which works in her favor when she sees her boss and his friend.

note: i have no medical knowledge or dancing knowledge so im flying blind here 😭 so if anything seems a little off, its because of that LMAO. also y/n is in her mid to late twenties while james is in his mid to late thirties.

y/n was just finishing up with a patient, making sure they were feeling fine after their surgery when she got a call from her friend, sheila. she excused herself from the room and went into a random hallway.

“oh hey, sheila ! whats up ?”

“hey, y/n ! im sorry to ask but can you take over my shift today ? my mom has come down with a really bad cold and i have to take care of her.” her apologetic tone evident in her voice.

“oooh um yeah im already finishing up here so i’ll be on my way over there in about thirty minutes !”

“oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank yoooou. i owe you big time !”

y/n lightly chuckled, “okay okay, ill call you later ! i need to talk to my boss really quickly.”

“okay bye !! also in case you forgot, tonight’s theme is masquerade.”

“yes yes, i remember the theme, i think i saw my costume there a few days ago. okay we’ll talk later, bye bye !”

she hung up before making her way towards her dr. wilson’s office. she knocked on the door and went inside after hearing a quiet, “come in.” she stood in front of his desk with her hands clasped in front of her, nervous about what she was about to ask.

“hello dr. l/n, what do you need ?” he asked with a polite smile on his face.

“hi dr. wilson, um i was wondering if i could leave a bit early today, i am already finished with our brain surgery patient and i think i have all my clinic hours done for this week !” she nervously rambled which james took notice to.

he quietly laughed and shook his head, “yes you can but if i may ask, what is the reason you need to leave early for ? you never leave early. are you feeling okay ?” his casual expression slightly changing to a more concerned look.

“oh no im feeling alright !” she knew she couldnt tell him the truth. how many people have gone to their very attractive boss and told them they couldnt work because they had to go to their second job which is a strip club. not a lot, she assumed.

“i just have to babysit m-my sister’s kids, shes not feeling the best !” her lie came out with little struggle.

“oh well i hope she is feeling better soon but yes you can go for the rest of the night.”

“okay thank you so much, dr. wilson !”

she quickly turned and walked out of the room with fast beating heart and blushed cheeks. there were times she hated how she had a slight crush on her boss. this was one of those times and it didnt help that his friend, dr. house was standing outside his door staring at her with a smirk. she tried to move past him but he put his cane in front of her stomach which stopped her movements.

“what do you need, dr. house ?” she tried to ask politely but she was in a little of a rush.

“yeah, why are you coming out of wilson’s office looking like you just finished riding him into oblivion ? oh im sure you would like that, right ?” his words made her blush as the thought of her on top of james has been a recurring dream of hers.

“u-um well im - im sorry, im in a r-rush to be-“ she was interrupted by the door opening and james’s annoyed voice filling her ears.

“house ! let her leave, please.” he rolled his eyes while shoving his cane away from y/n’s stomach. she smiled thankfully while rushing to the front doors to leave seeing as she had a few minutes before her shift started. as she was leaving, she heard dr. house’s fading words, “you know she has a-“ she didnt know what else he was going to say.

she drove to the club and quickly greeted all the other dancers while getting into her clothes which was black fishnets with very short red shorts that looked like underwear with little sparkly fringe that flowed every time she moved and a matching bra with the same fringe. (think of the girls from “but its better if you do” music video 😉).

she picked up some random black high heels that were covered in black glitter and she heard the crowd cheering as it was almost time for the dancers to come out .

she hurriedly did her makeup which was just more eyeliner and eyeshadow than she used for her day job.

sheila let her know on the drive that she was going to be in the spotlight which meant she could pick the song and be right in the center of the stage.

y/n was very anxious, she had only been in the center stage maybe two times despite being told by everyone that she was awesome but having that many eyes on her was very nervewrecking. that says a lot considering she literally works as a doctor and has to perform surgeries sometimes.

she picked the song “porn star dancing” considering she practiced at home days prior, just in case somebody needed her to take on their shift.

the microphone crackled before a loud voice came on, “lets give a biiiig round of applause for our dancers !” two girls gave y/n a “goodluck” before heading out to their poles which were on either side of the center pole.

“and let us let our main dancer for the night know how much we looove her, welcome to the stage, mrs. vibraaaant vixen !”

y/n quickly put on her red, glittering mask with tall feathers which only covered her eyes. she let out a big breath to calm her nerves and strutted out the curtain, the song she chose began playing in the background.

kelly wont kiss my friend kassandra

jessica wont play ball

y/n slowly strutted to the pole and grabbed it with one hand as she circled it making sure to sway her hips.

mandy wont share her friend, miranda

doesnt anybody live at all

amanda wont leave me empty handed

got her number from a bathroom stall

she squatted behind the pole before slowly getting up with her ass up first and slowly moving her body up. the cheers made her feel confident and her nervousness slowly went away.

brandy just got way too much baggage

and that shit just gets old (hey)

she rolled her hips in a circle while her hands wandered up her body then behind her neck to flip her hair to the side.

but i got a girl who can put on a show

the dollar decides how far you can go with her

she wraps those hands around that pole

her movements followed the lyrics as she wrapped her hands around the pole then crouched down while rolling her hips to every beat.

she licks those lips and off we go

she takes it off nice and slow cause thats porn star dancing (hey)

she slowly pick herself up with the pole and pushing her chest flush against it before she circled it and stopped right in front of it, giving the audience a full view of her ass. she turned around and started looking at the crowd while she circled her hips.

she dont play nice, she makes me beg

and she drops that dress around her legs

and im sitting right by the stage for this porn star dancing

as she looked over the crowd of men and the occasional woman, she spotted one familiar face and her heart almost stopped. it was her boss, dr. james wilson. at her strip club. with dr. house who was grinning as if he won the lottery. they were both cheering before dr. house muttered something in james’s ear before he turned wide eyed towards her on the pole.

she quickly circled the pole and stopped behind it keeping her head down slightly, her hands roaming her body and rolling her hips as she turned around, her ass on display as she crouched while rolling her hips. she felt mortified knowing her boss was more than likely watching her ass.

your body’s lighting up the room

now i want a naughty girl like you

theres nothing hotter than that

she turned around on her knees and flipped her hair to the side, her eyes catching james’s eyes. he mouthed “y/n ?!” she averted her eyes as she got up, ass first.

stacy’s gonna save herself for marriage but thats just not my style

shes got a pair thats nice to stare at

but i want girls gone wild (hey)

groping her boobs (😭) at that one lyric, she felt her body go hot, the thought finally registered that her boss/little crush was seeing her half naked body while she should be helping people. shame gnawed at her as she kept her head slightly down.

but i know a place where theres always a show

the dollar decides how far you can go with her

she wraps those hands around that pole

she picked herself up onto the pole and swung herself around it a few times. the cheers got even louder and people tossed some dollars on the stage.

she licks those lips and off we go

she takes it off nice and slow cause thats porn star dancing (hey)

she dont play nice, she makes me beg

she drops that dress around her legs

the pole and the swinging was making her muscles ache but she kept on going. her back flushed against the front of the pole, she picked herself up until her legs wrapped around the pole and her upper body was spinning around. she took her hands off the pole, waved and blew kisses at the crowd which caused them to cheer harder.

she could see james clapping with his mouth open and smiling while house was cheering louder than anybody there, she smiled at the sight.

and im sitting right by the stage for this porn star dancing (hey)

your body’s lighting up the room

i want a naughty girl like you

lets throw a party just for two

you know those normal girls wont do

as she slowly descended down the pole, she put her hands on the floor and unwrapped her legs from it so she can kick her legs away and landed upright like a half cartwheel.

the part of the song where no lyrics are on is her favorite because she can do some random dance on the pole and the crowd will go wild. she swings herself on the pole, holding it with her ankles before climbing and wrapping her inner leg/knee around the pole while her other leg is standing on the pole. still spinning, she straightens her leg so it is poking outwards.

then she bends both legs, one on the outside of the pole and one inside holding her and takes her hands off to let go of the pole so she can clasp them behind her while spinning so shes spinning sideways.

she can hear people cheering and whooping and some just plain yelling.

she wraps those hands around that pole

she licks those lips and off we go

and she takes it off nice and slow

cause thats porn star dancing (hey)

as the spinning slows down, she grabbed the pole and unwrapped her legs while positioning herself upright again. now that shes upright, she tries to gauge everyone’s reactions, some of the dancers not performing were clapping and yelling as were a lot of the men. some had their mouths slightly open and others were just cheering.

but only one had her interested, james had a full blush on his cheeks and he stood there in disbelief while house tapped his shoulder to telling him that shes looking at him. he waves and she let one hand let go to wave back.

she dont play nice, she makes me beg

she drops that dress around her legs

and im sitting right by the stage

for this porn star dancing (hey)

she hopped down from the pole and rolled her hips like she did when the song first started. she was completely out of breath while her body was covered in a light sheen of sweat. her muscles ached when she walked back towards the curtain but not before turning around and looking james straight in the eye and blew a kiss while the crowd started cheering and whooping.

she passed the curtains and let out a deep breath. her whole body ached and she knew she would be a little sore the next day but it was worth it. seeing everybody’s expressions, especially james’s expression made the whole thing worth it.

all the girls came up to her and hugged her while telling her how much they loved the dance and how beautiful she did. all the compliments made her blush as she changed into her regular clothes which just consisted of jeans and a black long sleeve.

y/n made her way out the dressing room and managed to avoid seeing her boss and house. she still felt shame and embarrassment that her own boss, the person who signs her paychecks, saw her half naked body sensually dancing on a pole. she’s had nightmares about that. she was already half way out the front door before a cane stopped her from walking.

she only closed her eyes and sighed, “what do you need, dr. house ?”

“woah how did you know that was me ?!” his childlike glee was a little annoying to y/n, any other day she wouldve indulged in his jokes but her entire body ached and she just wanted to sleep.

“hm i dont know, maybe the fact that i saw you earli-“

he interrupted, “while you were sexy dancing and getting all the guys turned on, i swear i saw all of them with tents in their pants !” he rolled his eyes and lets out a little grunt, “ugh men.”

she sarcastically smiled, “ugh men indeed, including the one that is wasting my precious time right now.”

“what, are you taking one of those greasy little guys home ? you know im sure you’ll have a lot more fun with me.” his smirk is enough to tell her that he’s joking and he reached out to touch her arm before the front door creaked open and another hand gripped his wrist.

“house.” wilson’s slightly irritated voice cuts in.

house let out a big gasp before whipping his head around to face her, “daddy caught us ! i wonder how he’s going to punish us.”

y/n didnt let her eyes travel to james, still embarrassed by what he saw. she chuckled at house’s words before she stood on her tippy toes and leaned close to house’s face, “hm i dont think i’ll have fun with you, i actually like it when a man is below me and you seem like the type that cant handle that.” she leaned back down and pushed his cane away from her, walking back to her car while hearing james’s laugh.

she waved her hand and said, “goodnight guys, hope to see you here another day !” she heard house say “i hope so too !” she shook her head and laughed.

“wait, y/n !” james shouted while jogging towards her.

oh god, this is where she gets fired or he suspends her. she braced herself for bad news and turned to face her boss.

james had a wide smile, “y/n, you were incredible !”

she blushed and looked at her feet which were starting to hurt from standing and dancing all day.

“thank you, dr. wilson.”

“james, call me james.”

“okay well thank you, james !” she said softly.

he still had a soft smile on his face, “why didnt you tell me you worked here ?”

“i thought it wasnt appropriate, imagine telling your boss that you work at a strip club. how embarrassing ! i mean, im embarrassed right now !” she laughed.

he laughed with her, “i guess that’s true but i wouldve preferred that over finding out from house and losing twenty bucks.”

“you lost twenty bucks to house ?”

“he said that you worked at a club and i didnt believe him so we bet on it. imagine my surprise when i see my prettiest employee dancing on stage.” he rolled his eyes as he glanced at y/n, noticing her biting her lip to contain a smile and her blushed cheeks.

“well i guess i owe you twenty bucks, huh ?” she teased. his eyes creased as he chuckled and rubbed a hand over his face.

“well i wouldnt object.”

“okay how about i get us both muffins in the morning ! my treat, obviously.” she mused while tapping a finger to her chin in thought.

he grinned at her as they stopped in front of her car, “i would love that.”

“i would love to continue this conversation but i need to sleep because my body is killing me.” she tiredly groaned. he lightly smiled and waited for her to get into her car before saying goodnight and walking back to the strip club.

“also !” she yelled from her car window.

he turned around.

“tell house that i meant what i said. him and his leg wont be able to handle me on top.” she winked and rolled up her window, finally making her way home.

his eyes twinkled as he laughed, “i will keep that in mind.” he muttered with a flushed face.

[valsvalentine]

A game of guess who

Yuji Itadori x fem!reader

ʚ summary. You finally get the guts to make a move on your long time crush, what could go wrong you may be asking? Everything. Once you send one accidental message you are forced to stay anonymous by your growing anxiety and fear of rejection, so you decide to turn this into a game of sorts, one everybody has heard of before; guess who!

ʚ genre. fluff

ʚ warning. strong language, not proof read

part I .. part II

Well shit. Maybe texting your crush such a cocky text wasn’t a very good idea. But who could blame you? Your mom yelled your full name. Who wouldn’t drop their phone in an instant and sprint to their life giver and go on your knees to beg for her to spare that life? Exactly. So that’s what brought you here, trying to figure out how to escspe the mess you got yourself in —by accident.

You sighed, Maki and Nobara urging you to reply to the poor boy since you’ve left him on read for like 15 minutes now. “You’re doing great girl! Leaving the boy you love on read is doing wonders!” Nobara said sarcastically and Maki just laughed in response at the funny scene before her. A groan echoed through your room, rolling onto your stomach you typed out responses but every single one felt off. You weren’t messaging quite like yourself, it didn’t seem right and even the girls noticed your uncertain aura. “Y/N just message how you usually do, I’m sure he will like you just the way you are!” You smile softly but there was still so much anxiety in you, your hands shaking just a bit and your chest felt tight. “But I can’t just tell him who I am! I’ll just.. stay anonymous for a while before I reveal myself to him or maybe he might figure it out before then.” You say and they try to talk you out of it, but agree once they notice you really are certain about this little plan of yours.

Yuji<33

Heyy<3

Who’s this? :D

Hello??

??

hdjdhdjjsd I am so so sorry I really

didn’t mean to add the heart

No no it’s okay!

I mean no one has really been this straight forward with me before lmao

But really, who is this?

That’s for me to know, and for

you to find out ;D

Ohh so that’s how u wanna be yeah?

Well tell me this, are u at least my age? cuz tbh I really don’t wanna be texting a pedo rn

HELPP NOO IM FROM YOUR

SCHOOL DW

And what exactly are your intentions? I don’t get why u won’t tell me who u are?

scared of rejection?? anddd i don’t

wanna get humiliated so staying

anonymous was the safest bet

lmaoo alr nw :D But tell me a bit about yourself, I’d like to get to know you a lil better since I’m guessing you know something about me?

hmmm this seems like a trick

NOOO I PROMISE IT’S NOT

You don’t have to tell me your name just give me some kind of hints you know?

Oo maybe like a guess who kind of game?

Wait that’s actually genius

Genius is my middle name bbg

BBG?? STOP???

JK JK

Okay but let’s make this into something like a bet

If I guess who you are by the end of next week I get a favor, and if you manage to stay anonymous for the entire time, I owe you a favor

Seems fair right?

yeah okay, well if you really wanna know

something about me then im in a few of

your classes

Wow that really narrowed down the list

Be happy I’m even telling you anything >:|

I GO TO CLASS WITH LIKE 20 DIFFERENT GIRLS

HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GUESS WHO YOU

ARE IF THESE ARE THE HINTS YOU GIVE ???

who said I’m a girl ??

…

…

jk jk dw

OKAY OKAY

ANYWAYYY

I gtg, ttyl<3

Were gonna discuss that heart later

mister steal yo heart…

BLOCK

IM KIDDING YUJI STAWP TTYL<333

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You sigh as the conversation finally ends and the girls cheer since you managed to not completely embarrass yourself like they expected you to. You say your goodbyes and get ready for bed, going downstairs to eat a quick dinner before going right back to your bed. ‘Well today was not as productive as I wanted it to be, but at least I got to message Yuji so that’s a good thing.’ You think to yourself as you smile into your pillow and cuddle into the sheets. ‘Tommorow will be better.’

Classes went by quite quickly, heading to the lunch room to meet up with Nobara and Maki so you could involuntarily discuss last nights events. You notice Nobara at your usual seats outside, scrolling on her phone before noticing you and waving you over. “Hey ‘Bara! Ready for the sports event today?” She groaned, starting to complain so you sat down and giggled at her grumpy state. “Why would they think it’s a good idea to host a sports event? Nobody likes to sweat.” She stated and started to eat her lunch.

“Don’t know, I’m glad they decided i’d be helping around, showing people which way to run and all that business.” Nobara rolled her eyes, mumbling something before changing the subject.

“Soo how are you and Yuji?~” She giggled and urged you to talk. You thought for a second, knowing damn well you avoided his texts just a few hours ago. Sighing, you take out your phone and show her the texts, preparing yourself for a scolding. “Wow Y/N, you’re doing great with this ‘texting my crush’ thing!” She exclaimed sarcastically and hit you over the head. “Reply to him! Don’t worry N/N literally everyone is on their phone right now, he will have a hard time figuring out who you are, especially here.”

After a bit of convincing, you decide to text him back. It really was stupid leaving him on delivered for so long but who could blame you? That boy would be the death of you with his cute smile, cute remarks.. everything about him was just so mesmerising.

Yuji<33

good morning xx

did you sleep well?

am I getting ghosted rn

??? D:

heyy sorry I was a bit busy this morning

I slept pretty good, wbu? :D

lolll I was starting to get worried

I slept well :P

Soo what are you doing after school?

I’m attending the schools sports event!

Oh? And what are you gonna do?

I mean if you’re gonna help around or actually

participate in it?

I am NOT falling for that !!

AWW

AND I THOUGHT I’D TRICK YOU

D:<

You should work on your detective

skills :3

KYS

jk

that was a bit harsh

I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT </3

LOLL DWW

Well anyway, see you at the sports

event Yuji<3

Yeah yeah ‘see you’ you stalker >:[

Yours trulyy >:3

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“He definitely likes you!” Nobara exclaims and smiles from ear to ear, kicking her feet excitedly under the table. You chuckle softly at her behaviour, patting her back to try and calm her bursting energy before sighing. “That’s quite unlikely, he’s probably just curious about who I am.” You say as you packed up your lunchbox and walked to your next class; P.E.

“Well he definitely finds you interesting! He would’ve probably rejected you if he didn’t think you were the slightest bit of interesting last night!” She jumped up and down as she walked to the girls changing room and set her things down.

The teacher talked about the sports event, gathering all of the helpers in one group before speaking up. “L/N, Inumaki, Zen’in, Nishimiya, Itadori….” The teacher listed names of everyone like they weren’t right in front of him and finally told us our asigned jobs. “L/N and Itadori will be helping around during the relay race. Mostly just checking if people are running the right way and don’t get lost.” You lock eyes with Itadori who smiled at you and put up a peace sign, making you chuckle at the sweet boy.

You internally panicked, mentally noting to turn off your notifications for the whole day and not expose much about yourself if he decides to get curious.

Finally the class ended so you were all free to either go home to gather your things or stay to help with preparations. You chose the latter, going to change into something more sporty before heading out to help set up where the students would be running. The principal decided they would start running in front of the school, turn left to run beside the school, around the basketball court, and straight back to the front of the school to hand the ‘stick’ to their teammate so they could repeat it. There were 3 teams and in each team there were 5 students, some being guests so that was why you were tasked to guide them if they got lost. ‘This is going to be a long day.’

At 4:15pm, an hour later after classes finished for the day the event started, quite a lot of students showing up along with their families who would cheer them on. You saw a few familiar faces, Nobara of course, Maki, Yuta, Megumi who would be participating in some of the sports. You pitied them, not really wanting to run in this weather that much but it wasn’t really your choice to make. Yuji had joined you about 30 minutes ago, telling you he’d be by the basketball court while you would be close to the finish line where there were two turns, knowing that at least half of the guests would take a wrong turn. Yuji smiled at you from the basketball court, waving at you and yelling a ‘You okay?’ your way since you looked pretty exhausted. The sun was draining your energy but you gave him thumbs up and focused once you heard the principal speaking through the microphone.

“Good afternoon, everyone! Welcome to our annual sports day! Today is all about teamwork, effort, and having fun. To kick things off, we’re starting with the exciting relay race, where teamwork truly shines. Let’s cheer on our athletes as they give their best, and may the best team win! Good luck students, and let’s make today a memorable one!”

A loud whistle blew as the race began, the first 3 students running to try and grasp at the first place title. You notice only one familiar face, Megumi as he makes his way around the basketball court behind some girl you hadn’t seen on campus before.

“Come on Fushiguro! Kick their asses!” You yell and point towards the way they are all supposed to go, the last person just finishing running around the court before sprinting after everyone else. ‘Yeah that would definitely be my situation if I was to participate in this.’ You chuckle to yourself and refocus on your job as the next few people begin to come into view.

The race took about 15 minutes to complete and Megumis team had won first place even though Megumi was second during his lap which amazed you but of course you couldn’t let them go without congratulating them with a smile. “You all did great!” High fiving them before going to fetch yourself some water. You jog to the locker rooms, opening your locker and looking through your bag to see the tiniest bit of water. ‘Just my luck.’ You curse before walking to the small water fountain you had in the halls and filled up your bottle. The sound of someone’s footsteps echoed through the halls as the familiar pink haired boy ran into you. The water spilled on you as you hadn’t gotten the chance to close your water bottle. A groan escaped your lips as you fell right onto your behind, a panicked voice stuttering out apologies and helping you up.

“Hey, Itadori it’s fine.” You smile and try to get some of the water out of your shirt. “L/N I am so so sorry! I was in a rush and I didn’t notice you. I have a spare shirt you can borrow in my locker, come on.” He dragged you with him, not giving you the chance to respond as he opened his locker and shuffled through his things before throwing you a black shirt with some dark red patterns.

The smell of his cologne filled your nostrils as the shirt landed in your arms, a quick thank you escaping your lips before running off to the bathroom to get changed into it. Your cheeks felt warmer than usual as the shirt hung loosely around your figure, your knees feeling weak as you walked back to help with something the teacher asked of you, trying to push away any lovey dovey thoughts from your brain.

After the event had ended, you went home to finally relax your aching muscles after hours of running around campus. You took a quick shower and eyed the shirt Yuji had given you. It still smelled like him, giving you butterflies but you decide washing it would be best, not really wanting to give him a sweaty t-shirt. A message popped up on your screen; Yuji had texted you, the message making you drop everything to the floor; “Wanna call?”.

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A/N: okay NOW two more chapters left lol because chapter seven is turning into a pain to write 😭 Luckily school's out for the summer so I have more time to write :) TY @cashmoneyyysstuff MY ICON ILY Here's the masterlist!

Warning(s): Cursing, reader is the daughter of Aizawa, Shinso and Eri are biological siblings, reader is 20 years old, reader befriends Kaminari and Sero, Reader uses "Cattus" as her alias, reader's nicknames are Cactus, Cattus and Cat, reader's down bad LMAO, war, reader gets hurt, blood, reader wears a bra, bad war descriptions lol what do you expect from me, reader is AFAB and female, bakugou finds out 😀👍, ANGST, reader goes home, family reunion, Aizawa gets sick from grief, PTSD, KATSUKI'S NOT SEXIST I PROMISE

Pairing(s): Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx: Cattus

Time seemed to stop.  

The red color of his eyes, such a warm color, turned so cold. 

“Y-Yer a fuckin girl?!” he spat, aghast, disgust clouding his features, he turns away, refusing to look at you. 

You couldn’t even more, nor speak. 

How could you have been so careless? 

Bakugou lets out an irritated snarl and looks back at you briefly. 

“If the others find out, you’ll be killed.” he says, tone icy and filled with venom. Your heart drops.  

“I-” 

“Get changed and get out.” He cuts you off, not wanting to hear what you had to say. “Now I don’t owe you anything.” 

He exits the tent swiftly, as if he couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as you. 

*** 

You were given a horse, and nothing else, leaving without saying farewell to your friends. They would be informed that you had died, and that your body was being disposed of.  

It gave you an icky feeling, faking your death- which was weird, considering you left your family in a similar manner.  

As far as they knew, you might as well be dead.  

Would they be happy to see you? 

The same thought had plagued your mind for days now, yet you never imagined they would come to reality so soon. Your heart sinks with the realization that as of now, you basically let down everyone you knew.  

A tear slips down your cheek, from your discharge, and from that loathing look in Bakugou’s eyes.  

Stupid feelings.  

You knew it would end badly when you found yourself falling for the captain, but just the acknowledgment wasn’t enough to prepare you for the pain brought on by your heart being ripped in half, only for those halves to be shattered beyond repair. 

It was moronic of you to even be feeling these things, just as it was to crush on your superior like you were a schoolgirl and not a warrior.  

But at least now, you didn’t have to pretend.  

You weren’t going to lie, you were going to miss Genken, Denki, and Hanta.  

But now, you were Y/N. And though you were yourself again, there was no doubt Cattus would still be a part of you.  

He always was, you reckoned.  

Cattus was the fiery side of you that defended his (?) friends when they needed protection. He was the side of you that took charge and cared for your family when they couldn’t take care of themselves. Cattus was a warrior. 

And you were too.  

Tightening your grip on the reins, you will your horse to go faster, riding into the night, returning home to your family for the first time in months.  

*** 

You found yourself staring at the border of your village after 5 days of travel, the sun setting and your brain half asleep, running purely on adrenaline.  

It was lightly snowing, signs of winter’s presence, though the cold didn’t nip at your skin as much as it used to before. 

Pain didn’t feel the same anymore after what you’d been through.  

Your wound still stung, but you refused to acknowledge the pain- telling yourself you deserved it after everything. Is this how your dad felt after the war? You didn’t know. Though your situations were vastly different, one spending more time fighting than the other, and one almost convicted of a war crime, you knew that the pain was all the same.  

But right now, you didn’t feel pain.  

Instead, anxiety clawed at your heart, dismounting your steed to let it graze freely among the nearby fields, where other horses resided nearby. He would be fine living there with his new friends.  

You walk along the streets of the village you grew up in. You’d one been gone for 7 months now, and yet it felt so foreign to walk down the cobbled streets you walked across so long ago. When you find your home, a pang of sadness washes through you- it looked so empty and lifeless now. You missed you family dearly during the past few months, and yet you refused to acknowledge the feelings because they were a sign of weakness. 

But here you were now, a truckload of emotions crashing into you as you walk up the steps to your porch, the same steps you sat on when you had the conversation that started all of this. The wood creaked under your feet, a sound so familiar and so wrong at the same time. 

So much had changed over time- it was hard to feel like yourself again.  

You gingerly placed your hand on the doorknob, feeling the bumps, ridges and crevices you memorized, your pounding heart was deafening as you sucked in a shaky breath and finally opened the door.  

It was quiet. There wasn’t a buzz of the happiness and joy that you always felt in your home, instead it felt null and void.  

The first thing you notice is the figure sleeping on the couch.  

Hitoshi. 

Your younger brother looked exhausted, the dark circles he usually sported were now so prominent that it was unhealthy. He was skinnier, and a little taller, your heart ached to know that he wasn’t eating well and that he had grown up and you weren’t there to see him.  

Making your way over to him, you brush his hair out of his face softly, only for him to startle and jolt upright, freezing as his lavender eyes widened it realization that it was you.  

He slowly brings a hand to cup your cheek before patting the rest of your body, as if to ensure you were genuinely there.  

“Y/N...” he croaks, tears spilling from his eyes. “Is it really you...?” 

You want to sob, he sounded so broken, so helpless, guilt threatening to consume your every being. Tears slip from your eyes as you nod, letting out a choked laugh as he encircles you in his arms, whispering “You’re home... you’re finally home...” more so to himself than to you, as if to ground him. 

You and Hitoshi end up falling asleep on the floor that day, and you numbly allow him to redress your wounds and receive an ear load of yelling and scolding from your actions the next morning. He isn’t furious as you expected, however, he was extremely worried though.  

“W-What happened while I was gone...” you murmur, refusing to look at him as you sit on the side of your bed.  

“It’s...been a lot...” he sighs, telling you to get comfortable as he fills you in.  

Hitoshi had slept in the living room every night, in hopes that you would come home. At first, he slept on the porch, but Eri insisted he sleep inside saying that he was only harming himself. It was true, as he had gotten a nasty cold the next morning, leaving the ticked off 9-year-old to take care of him.  

Eri was upset with your departure, rarely going out after you left and taking up the chores you did to maintain the household, even though Hitoshi insisted he could do it. She slept in your bed every night after that and was currently sleeping as you and your brother were catching up. 

Your father, however, was a different case. He fell apart after you left, never talked, never ate – Hitoshi was terrified and had asked Hizashi for help, the usually humorous blonde now deadly serious as he and your father had gotten into a terrible argument. The only thing your brother was able to hear was “I lost my wife; I can’t lose my daughter too.” 

You sobbed uncontrollably as Hitoshi held you again, resenting yourself for the pain you caused your family, and resenting yourself for the hateful vermillion stare that you were sure would haunt you for the rest of your life.  

Though scalding tears burned through your skin, it didn’t hurt to cry as much as it used to. They didn’t feel suffocating, instead they felt liberating as you finally unloaded months of negative bottled up emotions.  

Your family was safe, thanks to you, and you were going to make sure it stayed that way.  

*** 

Eri wakes up a few hours later, her red eyes lacked their usual luster until they noticed you, the nine-year-old ran up to you and hugged you tight, her tears bleeding into your clothes.  

“Y/N...?!” she gasps in surprise, burying her face into your chest, inhaling deeply as if to memorize the way you smelled. Usually, it would have been weird, and uncomfortable considering you hadn’t showered in a week, but you allowed it, stroking her hair comfortingly, as a few more tears escape your eyes and roll down your face.  

“M’not going anywhere Banana.” you whisper, and she snorts and punches your arm weakly.  

“You know I hate that name.” 

You stayed like that for a while, before letting each other, drinking in each other’s appearance.  

“You look terrible.” she quips and you can’t help the laugh that erupts from your mouth.  

Eri and Hitoshi look at you in surprise – the you that they knew was more reserved, but they had to admit, they liked to see you let go more. You looked happier, and your joy was always contagious.  

Your siblings usher you into the washroom to finally shower, saying you smelled like shit (not really- if Hitoshi cursed in front of Eri you probably would’ve whipped out your sword) and you roll your eyes at their antics.  

You look into the cracked mirror on the way and get a good look at yourself- the first time you had to liberty to do so before you left.  

You truly didn’t look like Y/N anymore, you knew that much. But you didn’t feel like Cattus either. It was the strangest feeling, feeling like two people and neither at the same time. You sigh, dismissing it- knowing that maintaining another identity for so long would clearly have its side effects, but it was still uncomfortable to deal with.  

You were Y/N. But better. And happier with yourself.  

When you finally exit the shower, looking and feeling more like you, clean and in fresh clothes, a thought strikes you.  

“Hey... Toshi...?” You murmur, approaching the purplenette. “Where’s Dad?” 

Hitoshi looks away from you momentarily, before looking at you with sadness in his eyes. “He’s staying at Chiyo’s. Ever since you left, he hasn’t been eating well, and he’s been bedridden for a while. Hizashi says that he isn’t really stable for us to visit him.” 

You don’t listen to the last part- slipping on some random pair of shoes and bolting out of the house before heading over to Chiyo’s home.  

Your heart raced, in sync with your footsteps, one after the other.  

Your mind was even faster however- thoughts of worry and anxiety so strong you felt like you couldn’t breathe.  

Was your father okay? 

Was he mad at you? 

What if he doesn’t make it? It would be all your fault. 

As soon as your mind comes across the thought, your legs move impossibly fast, racing all the way across town until you reach the apocarthy center, also where Chiyo lived, and where she treated those in unstable conditions.  

You knock rapidly on the door, hearing a faint “I'm coming I'm coming...your generation is so energetic these days...”, the few seconds it takes Chiyo to open the door feel like a millennia each- as soon as the door opens, you see the small older lady look at you in surprise, but you pay no mind, slipping past her immediately and running down the hallway, turning the corner to find the room where Chiyo let her long term patients stay.  

And yet, you can’t bring your shaky hand to twist the doorknob and open the door. 

You feel terrible, knowing that any caring daughter should rush in immediately, but guilt wracks your mind, and your heart.  

You feel a hand on your shoulder and look down to see Chiyo looking up at you which a solemn look on her face.  

“He’ll want to see you, Y/N” she says softly, and you swallow thickly and nod.  

Twisting the knob, you finally push open the door and see your father sitting on a bed by the window. Turning his head, he sighs, “Chiyo, I told you I don-” he stops talking once he sees you. 

“Y/N.” he whispers, his voice shook and his eyes were wide.  

He was frailer than he was the last time you saw him, his skin that you always complained made him look half dead was now sallow and sickly. 

You walk over to him slowly and kneel in front of his bed, taking the man by surprise.  

“I’m sorry.” you sob, letting all the guilt and sorrow you felt wash over you. “I know I shouldn’t have left but I couldn’t just let you die.” 

You hear a small laugh and look up to see your father smiling while wiping incessant tears from his face.  

“Come, my warrior.” he says warmly. “You have made me proud.” 

*** 

It’s been a month since you returned home- news of the war spread through the village.  

You’d hear about the famed War Dragon and how he valiantly led his troop into battle, without losing a single soldier. It relieved you to hear it, knowing that Denki and Hanta were alive and well – but you still missed them.  

You reunited with Izuku and Ochako, both extremely worried but overjoyed to see you, nonetheless. Ejiro was still fighting for his country, and you missed him, worry bubbling in your stomach at the thought of getting hurt, but you trusted him. Ejiro was strong, and brave, no doubt a courageous soldier- he would come home.  

It was almost like everything was back to normal, but it wasn’t. 

You still jumped at everything, scraping a chair, someone’s limp brushing against yours, even a voice disrupting the silence, everything set you off.  

Eri was significantly more mature now, no longer the bubbly and hyper girl you knew, now more reserved and calmer. She reminded you of yourself, the knowledge was painful, but you were glad to see she retained her voracious appetite and distaste for bananas.  

Your father was recovering slowly, as you were now working overtime to stuff both him and Hitoshi with the food and nutrients, they needed to be healthy again. After you left, they deteriorated both physically and mentally, and so you decided to help them in any way you could.  

You tried your best to forget about the battle in the Chira Woods after that, but something just didn’t add up. 

How did the enemy know you were planning to ambush them? 

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✯Bestfriend's Brother✯

Summary: Nick has a crush on his best friend's brother and doesn’t know how to tell her.

warning: nothing really lmao

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Nick was down bad.

He was currently stalking a certain boy on Instagram. Who was the boy? His best friend's older brother Florence. Florence was very attractive to Nick. He was 6'3, had nice brown skin, locs, and was a drummer.

To say Nick foamed at the mouth was an understatement.

He clicks on Florence's story and sees a video of Florence sitting on the ground as Y/n retwists his locs. without thinking twice, he calls Y/n's phone.

"Hello?" Florence's deep voice rings out. Nick basically jumps out of his skin, goosebumps rising on the back of his neck. "Hey Florence is Y/n busy?" Nick manages to get out.

"Yeah she's rig- Ow! Stop yanking so hard!"

"Stop fucking moving then!" Y/n's voice is heard in the background faintly. "Yeah, her heavy-handed ass is here. She's retwisting my hair so she couldn't answer the phone. Could I take a message?"

"Just wanted to know if she could hang out is all." Mumbling is heard before Florence responds. "She said come over. She's almost done ripping out my- Y/n imma fuck you up!" Nick giggles hearing the siblings fighting. He hangs up the phone, quickly changing and catching an Uber to the house.

He arrives quickly, the home of the siblings not being too far from his own. He walks inside and follows the sound of arguing. "You're yanking on purpose!"

"No, you're just tender-headed and don't know how to sit fucking still!"

Nick opens the room door and the siblings look at him in surprise. it's almost uncanny how much the two look alike, but It makes sense with the two being twins. That's mainly how Nick and Y/n became so close, both of them relating to being a twin.

"Nick! " She shouts excitedly. She stands up, giving him a side hug before going back to doing Florence's hair. "I should finish up soon! Then we could go out or something." Nick nods and settles down on the beanbag in the corner.

The two fall into a conversation, the subjects changing quickly. as they talk, Nick can't help but to keep eyeing Florence, watching as his jaw clenches when Y/n separates the hair, or how his arms flex in his muscle tee when he hands Y/n a hair clip. The two males suddenly make eye contact and Nick freezes, does he give him a smile? Should he play it off like he was looking at something else?

Florence grunts and rolls his eyes making Nick want to curl up into a ball. Did he just make himself seem weird? Is Florence annoyed with him? Maybe he should leave and blame it on not feeling well.

"Ok!" Nick jumps and looks at Y/n who pushes Florence away from her. " You're done, now pay up!" She holds her hand out. The boy rolls his eyes, "go to my room and grab my wallet."

Y/n skips out of the room, leaving the boys alone.

"You like parties?" Florence randomly asks. Nick points to himself, "Me?" he questions. Florence chuckles and stands up, stretching his body out. Nick watches as his shirt rides up, the happy trail coming into view.

"Yes, you Nick. I wanted to know if you were up for a party this weekend."

His mouth runs dry at the question. He hates parties, but if Florence is inviting him, maybe he could go?

"I'll go... Is Y/n going?" Florence nods, taking his phone out. “Yeah,”

Nick swears he hears Florence mutter “unfortunately” but he has to be wrong. It has to be his disappointment that his best friend is tagging along that's making him hear things.

He begins to feel bad.

What’s wrong with him? Why does he want to be alone with Florence so badly?

He shakes his head, ridding those thoughts and smiles at Florence.

So here they are, at the party. Nick had lost track of Y/n a long time ago, so he stayed in the corner nursing a drink and scrolling through his phone.

"I invited you to this party to socialize Nicholas." He looks up and sees a half-lidded Florence. It's clear as day he was smoking, the weed making his eyes red. "Y/n was swapped away by a group of girls so I just stayed here." The taller of the two hums before taking Nick's hand.

"Dance with me then." Nick quickly shakes his head, going on a spiel on how he doesn't dance. "come on, you're not Corbin blue, dance with me!" He begins to drag Nick where everyone is. Florence starts moving his body to the beat of the song, trying to get Nick to do the same. Nick slowly begins to do so, his actions still shy.

The song changes to Intimidated by Kaytranada and H.E.R, and the two of them begin to get closer, Florence's hands grabbing his waist. Nick's heart begins to race and he goes to pull away, but Florence pulls him closer, "Relax, just dance with me." He whispers in Nick's ear.

Nick sucks in a breath and does as told. Their bodies move together, swaying with the beat.

Don't wanna waste the feel (feel) Like we could make it real 

Nick can't tell if he's hallucinating or not, it looks like Florence is getting closer to him.

Don't run away when you could be lovin' me

He's not hallucinating, Florence is in fact getting closer to him. He can feel his breath fanning over his face, mainly on his lips. Nick's mind begins to run a mile a minute, is Florence going to make a move on him? Is he even Florences type? Nick is so in his head, he doesn't notice Florence smiling at him.

Don't overthink when you could be lovin' me

"Nick"

He snaps out of it and looks at the taller boy, only to be pulled into a kiss. It shocks him at first, but he feels his whole world blossoming into color. The music and chatter around them now sounding muffled.

The kiss lasts for a few seconds before they pull away from each other, breathing softly.

"Y/n can't know."

That was around a month ago.

Within that month, the two males spent time fooling around behind Y/n's back. Always giving lingering looks, small touches of affection, and even makeout sessions when Y/n is sleeping.

Nick knew it was wrong to be going behind Y/n's back like this, especially because they made a deal with each other.

"No dating each other's family members."

But, he couldn't help it. He could never get Florence out of his head. He always found him attractive, from the first day he met him. He knew he had a crush on the boy, but he never wanted to break the pact he made. Unfortunately, his best friend's brother was the one for him.

Here they are today, currently making out in Florence's room. Y/n had to go get groceries, so she told Nick to just wait for her to come back. The two took the chance, both knowing how long the girl could take in getting groceries.

Little did they know, the store had nothing the girl needed.

"Hey Flo have you seen-" the two jump apart hearing the girl's voice in the room. They look to the door and see her staring with wide eyes.

"Y/n..."

She quickly walks away, Nick jumping up and following her. "Y/n wait! Let me explain!"

"How long Nick?" She turns abruptly and crosses her arms. Nick hates being on the receiving end of the dirty look she's giving. he's so used to giving the look with her to other people.

"A month..." he confesses softly.

"A MON-" she stops herself from yelling and takes a deep breath. "You have been going behind my back, making out with my brother for a month straight? Nick we made a pact!"

"I know! I know, but Y/n just hear me out!"

She shakes her head, being stubborn about the situation. "No! I don't want to hear anything! You broke a promise! How would you feel if I slept with Matt or Chris?!"

" Ok well Florence and I have never slept with eachother-GOOD-" Nick gives her a look. " -But honestly, I might be grossed out at the thought but I wouldn't be mad about it...especially if you were happy," he answers honestly. He didn't want Y/n to be mad at him, he would honestly cry if the girl suddenly decided to stop being his best friend.

She stares at Nick, still pissed off but she doesn't have her defensive stance anymore. "Why my brother? My twin!"

"I developed a small crush on him when we first met... I know you don't get it Y/n but you would know what I mean if you weren't related."

Y/n scrunches her face up at the thought, "ew no! Nick shut up that's my brother! He's not even cute! He's ugly."

Florence rounds the corner, his shirt now on much to Nick's dismay. "We are literally twins Y/n. If I'm ugly that means you're ugly."

"No you're ugly, I'm cute as fuck... And shut your mouth! At the moment I don't like you!" Florence rolls his eyes and walks over to Y/n, pulling her into a hug, "Awww come on. You can't be mad at me. I'm your favorite brother! And I really do like Nick."

"You're my only brother dumb ass-" she hugs him back, relaxing in his hold. "- And I guess this is ok... I just don't like the fact you guys hid this from me."

Nick frowns at her words, " I know and I'm sorry... I love you." She smiles at Nick and pulls him into the hug. The three stand there, embracing each other with smiles on their faces.

"Alright let's lay down rules! No kissing in front of me, I might die, and no hogging Nick! He was my friend first, so you only get him on weekends and maybe when I'm sleeping!" Florence chuckles and kisses Nick's cheek.

Y/n punches Florence's arm making him wince, "What did I just say?!" She rolls her eyes and turns to Nick with a smirk on her face.

"And since you're dating my brother, that means I can stop turning Matt down!" Nick gives her a look but agrees anyway. "fine, that's only fair but the same rules apply!" He turns to Florence only to whip back to Y/n, "Wait! Matt has been flirting with you and asking you out?!"

She giggles and skips away to her room, "You two go back to making out, I'm going to text Matt and plan a date." With that her door closes and the two boys are left together.

" Want to go back to my room or should we piss her off and make out on the couch?" Nick laughs and pulls Florence towards the couch.

"This is payback for her not telling me about Matt."

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3RD FIC FOR MUWAP WEEK. i love this sm yall dont get it!!! I hope y'all don't mind that I made y'all nick's best friend and gave the love interest a name, I just really wanted to use the name! Also, I lowkey see Florence to be lukka sabbat but that's just me, imagine florence however yall want!!!

TMRWS FIC....

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Can I get something Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader where she is his betroth but when he wears the crown she takes side with her mother. Rhaenyra annuls the betrothal and betrothes reader with Cregan Stark. Reader goes to Storm’s End with Luke to gain support. Well the rest is like in the show but Aemond takes her to King’s Landing forcefully after he kills her brother and when Aegon learns she’s betrothed with Cregan he weds her and makes her his queen no matter how much she resist. If you are uncomfortable you don’t have to make it yandere or dobcon/noncon. There can be smut or something else it doesn’t matter. I trust your imagination. I really love your Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader theme. There is no enough content in Tumblr about Aegon x niece!reader. Most Aegon contents are about Aegon x sister!reader and those contents doesn’t fulfill my thirst for enemies to lovers plot.

I love it! Enemies to lovers just hits different. But I feel they’re more like frienemies to start. Aegon definitely pulled her hair as a kid and if anyone hurt her (besides him) may the gods give them rest lmao. Let’s get into it 💜

Storm’s End

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

Warning: Targcest, Yandere!Aegon, dark subject matter, mentions of sex, themes of non/dubcon.

Storm’s End. Not a place Aegon’s given much thought to, until now.

Storm’s End. Where the new ruling King sends his brother, Aemond, to retrieve what is his. His half sister’s sweet daughter, Y/N.

Not so long ago they had been betrothed. Before Viserys died and any semblance of ‘family’ shattered. Y/N chose her mother, because she always did.

‘I am no more or less than a vessel tossed about to create the illusion of peace. As my mother’s eldest child, I go willingly, to protect that which come after me.’

That’s what she’d told him. So it came as no surprise when Aegon learned Rhaenyra had betrothed Y/N to Cregan Stark instead. It stung a bit at first, Y/N was the only person he’d bothered getting to know. Unlike his family, affections for him were not guaranteed. Unlike the whores from the pleasure house, she was not required to give him time of day; only to wed him and bear his heirs.

It is no secret that Aegon is intrigued by the Princess. He spent most of his days imagining where she would fit into his life, what their children would look like, how his cock would feel stuffed inside every hole she had. Perhaps it was wrong, perverse at the very least. But so long as she was his no one could stop it. No one would dare.

When word comes that Rhaenyra’s camp has begun flying about the realm, trying to steal his throne, Aegon sees his opportunity and he seizes it. But from the sound of his future Queen, all but growling like a caged animal, something must have gone amiss.

Aemond enters the room, with Y/N kicking and swinging at him, as they go.

“Get your hands off me, you fucking traitor.” Y/N demands, tossing her head back against Aemond with enough force to dislodge his nose.

“Quiet, bastard!” He seethes, shoving her toward his brother to tend his bleeding.

“I told you I wanted her unharmed.” Aegon rushes to Y/N, taking her around the waist. Partly to comfort, mostly to restrain. Her dark hair falls carelessly about her, escaping from the braid trailing down her back. Her cheeks stained with tears, nose running unabashedly. She is inconsolable.

“She did not come easy.” Aemond informs him, through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you, murderer!” Y/N jerks in his arms, lunging for Aemond as best she can.

“What’s she on about?” Aegon demands, attempting to gentle her to no avail.

“He killed my brother.” Y/N wails, the words wrenching from her throat in an inhuman manner.

“Lucerys owed me a debt.” Aemond half smirks.

“He was a baby.” Y/N cries, “he was just a little boy.”

“Leave us,” Aegon commands.

Aemond nods, clearing the room with the other occupants, until only the King and his Queen remain.

Y/N continues to fight against Aegon, wrestling him to the ground.

“Stop it,” Aegon huffs. His body lying over hers, restraining her hands with his own.

Y/N rears back, spitting in his face.

“Oh my dearest love,” he chuckles, “I’ve missed you too.”

Y/N clunks the back of her skull into the stone floor of the throne room. “Kill me,” she pleads, “do it and be done with it.”

“Shhh,” Aegon frowns, “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you my Queen.”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Wed you in the tradition of our house and Old Valyria, bind our blood forever. Fuck you full of my children. Tear the Seven Kingdoms apart and rebuild them in your image.”

Y/N lets out a sob. “Please, Aegon. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll say you helped me escape.”

Aegon click his tongue at her. Leaning down to her ear, “if I can’t have you, no one will.”

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However improper, Aegon is the one to prepare her for their ceremony. Trickling warm water from the bath over the delicate features of her face.

“Lean up, I’ll wash your hair.” Aegon taps her chin with his forefinger.

Y/N shifts forward, curling in on herself, knees to chest. Arms wrapped tightly around them. “Why are you doing this, Aegon.” Her voice is tired, drained as her body.

It isn’t love, it’s too dark, too selfish, too one sided. It isn’t lust, for he wants more than her body. He hungers for her mind, her soul, to become one in every way. Thoughts of her are all consuming. “Because you’re mine.”

“I’m nothing special. Plain featured bastard at best, by all accounts of your mother.”

“I do not find you plain.” Aegon dampens her locks, smoothing through knotted pieces with his fingers. The dark hair he’s yearned to stroke softly in comfortable silence, to brush sweat damp from her skin as he fucks her.

Y/N peers over at him slowly. Here she has the King on his knees, tending her like a prized possession. She would have married him willingly, in another life. She would have loved him. Instead he chose the crown over her. And she chose her mother over him.

He washes and dries her with a devotion Y/N has never known. Helping her dress in the customary gown.

She is not allowed to leave his side until they are wed before the eyes of thousands. Sliding the blade of her late grandsire’s knife over her palm, pressing it to Aegon’s. Allowing their blood to mingle, seeping into the gauntlet between them.

Y/N feels nothing, not the bite of the blade. Nor the split of her lip, the cool metal of her crown. She is Queen. Traitor to her poor mother who has lost her son. Does she know? Y/N wonders as Aegon reels her in for a kiss. Lapping at the cut on her bottom lip, which matches his own. Does my mother know I’ve betrayed her?

Y/N was always meant to be Queen, one day when Rhaenyra was cold and in her grave. Not now, as she lives and breathes. Does she think I’m dead too?

The bedding ceremony is customary. Y/N goes quietly, draping herself dutifully over the mattress, praying that Aegon is quick about it.

Perhaps he does love her with all the pieces of his decrepit heart. Perhaps she does love him with the fragments of her own. But does it truly matter if this is all they have to show for it? Put on display for the small council as they make love for the first time. To breed children who will feed back and repeat the same jaded cycle.

The sound this thought wretches from Y/N causes Aegon to falter and uncomfortable shifting in the viewing gallery. “I am sorry, sweet girl.” He squeezes her fingers in his.

Had he always been holding her hand?

A lifetime passes in that room and yet no time at all. When it is done the crowd clears; they are alone. Y/N cries, Aegon does too.

If only she and Luce had been sent elsewhere that day. Anywhere but Storm’s End.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” Aegon whispers, stroking her hair with an affection he shouldn’t be capable of. “We’re going to steal away on a ship, sail away, never to return.”

Y/N curls her fist against his chest. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I never wanted this,” he breathes. Not the crown, not the stupid chair. “I wanted you.”

Cregan Stark might have been nice. He might have been a better ally to their cause. In time, he might have come to care for her. But Cregan wouldn’t scour the narrow sea in search of her. Aegon would.

Part 2

Part 2

[dianawinchester03]

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ chapter four | leave it to me ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

chapter four, night of the gala is hereeeee, I’m so excited eeekkkk.

word count: 7942 words

warnings: SMUT! more like light smut but yeah LMAO. mdni!!! 18 only!!!

As the clock hit 6:56 pm, Y/N was a vision to behold. The deep purple dress hugged her curves in all the right places, the slit up her thigh accentuating her toned legs. Y/N's face was flawless, thanks to Jo's expert makeup skills. Her smokey eyeshadow made her eyes pop, and her red lips were the perfect finishing touch.

"You look absolutely stunning" Jo gushed, stepping back to admire her work. After Jo spun her around on the chair, Y/N’s eyes met with her own in the mirror. An Oscar-worthy gasp leaving her throat, “You witch!” Y/N squealed when she got a proper look of herself. She had to admit, she looked absolutely stunning.

Jo let out a victorious chuckle, clearly pleased with Y/N's reaction. "Told you I'd work my magic" she said, placing a satisfied hand on her hip. "You're gonna knock his socks off" Y/N quickly wrapped her arms around her best friend, “Thank you so much, chick. I owe you big time”

Jo returned the hug, a smile on her face. "No need to thank me. That's what best friends are for, right?" She patted Y/N's back gently before pulling away. "And you don't owe me anything. Seeing you looking absolutely gorgeous is payment enough."

“Nah, I’ll pay you back with an awesome bachelorette party!” Y/N grinned widely, referring to Sam and Jo’s upcoming wedding in August. Jo's eyes lit up at the mention of her bachelorette party. "Oh, you bet sexy your ass you will!" She said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "And I won't settle for anything less than legendary"

“Speaking of which…why don’t you ask Dean to be your plus one” Jo suggested with a sly smile. Y/N's cheeks instantly flamed at the suggestion. "Dean? As my plus one? That's... that's a whole other level of insanity" She stuttered, her heartrate suddenly quickening.

As if on cue, there was a knock at her door. Most likely indicating Dean was here. The sound of the knock echoed through the room, causing Y/N's heart to skip a beat. She shared a wide-eyed look with Jo, her mind racing with thoughts. Jo smirked, quickly rushing over to the door. “Can’t keep Mr. Green-Eyed waiting now”

After both approaching the front door, Jo swung the door open, revealing Dean standing on the other side. He looked every bit as handsome as ever, his tailored suit hugging his broad shoulders perfectly. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on Y/N, his expression one of pure awe.

“Hey” Y/N gulped, her breath hitching as she drunk in Dean’s attire, the purple tie around his neck matched her dress perfectly. Dean's eyes roved over Y/N, taking in every inch of her. His gaze was intense, admiring every curve the dress accentuated, the way the slit revealed her legs, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders.

“Doll” he breathed out. “You look- damn. You’re stunning” He exhaled, an appreciative grin on his face. Jo stood to the side, her eyes flickering back and forth between Y/N and Dean, a sneaky smirk playing at the corners of her lips. She couldn’t deny the chemistry crackling between them, the intensity almost tangible in the air. This was far more than a simple boss-secretary dynamic.

“Thank you” Y/N blushed, “You don’t look so bad yourself” She complimented as she paced towards him. She then turned to Jo, “Thank you so much for babysitting, chick” She said gratefully, pulling her best friend in for a tight squeeze.

“No worries, chick” Jo responded, returning the embrace and secretly shooting Y/N a sly wink. They shared a silent exchange, knowing smiles on their faces.

Dean, meanwhile, could only watch the scene unfold, a tinge of curiosity on his face as he observed their unspoken communication.

Y/N quickly reached into her little silver clutch, “Here’s $50 for dinner. Order take out or something because I don’t want Billy burning down my kitchen. If he wants pizza, get him those cheesy garlic knots. He likes those” She instructed in a motherly tone, laying a quick kiss on Jo’s cheek.

In the background, Dean couldn’t help but smirk at Y/N’s motherly instructions and her affectionate display towards Jo. It was another aspect of her personality that surprised him.

Jo chuckled at Y/N's instructions, taking the fifty dollars from her hand. "Alright, calm down momma bear" She said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Don’t worry, I’ve got this under control."

“Be safe and think about what I said” Jo whispered to Y/N before closing the door, indicating to her asking Dean to be her plus one at her and Sam’s wedding. Y/N managed a coy smile back at Jo before the door was shut. She turned to face Dean once more, her heart still fluttering in her chest.

She was acutely aware of the way he was looking at her, a mixture of admiration and something else she couldn’t quite put her finger on. "Ready to go?" She asked, hoping her voice sounded steady and confident, despite the nerves.

"Of course," Dean responded, offering his arm out to Y/N. His voice had a slight huskiness to it as he looked down at her, his gaze unwavering. As he escorted her to his car, Y/N could feel the heat of his body through his suit, his mere presence sending a wave of electricity through her. It was going to be a long night.

The charity gala was exactly as fancy as one would expect: lavish, opulent, and filled to the brim with high-profile individuals. The event was held in a grand, historical venue, the decorations and details sparing no expense.

Dean and Y/N entered the venue, and instantly, a wave of attention was directed towards them. Dean, handsome as ever, navigated through the crowd with ease, his hand resting gently on the small of Y/N’s back.

“Some charity gala” Y/N breathed out, taking in the surroundings. Gorgeous was an understatement, everyone was dressed to impress and the settings were magnificent.

Dean chuckled lightly, amused by Y/N’s wide-eyed reaction. "Yeah, it’s definitely not your average fundraiser" He agreed, his fingers pressing a little firmer against her back. "But, hey, who doesn’t enjoy a good excuse to dress up and schmooze with the high rollers?”

As they continued walking, they passed by groups of people chatting, dressed in designer clothes and sipping champagne flutes. A few heads turned their way, some clearly recognizing Dean.

“Oh my god, Dean?!” A high pitched voice squealed behind the duo. Y/N spun around along with Dean to be met with an older woman, she seemed to be in her 60’s, her silver fox hair slicked back into a tight bun. A dress that seemed a tad too tight for her was hugging her body.

Dean’s eyes darkened with annoyance at the woman before plastering on a faux smile, Y/N took keen note of Dean's shift in demeanor. Y/N’s curious eyes darted from the older woman to Dean. It was clear that the woman’s presence had instantly put him on edge.

Dean’s hand was still on Y/N’s back, his touch becoming almost protective, keeping her close to him as he spoke to the woman. “Good evening, Naomi” He greeted with a forced politeness, his voice tight.

The woman’s eyes scanned Y/N with a bit of bitter judgment before turning back to Dean, “How are you, sugar?” She cooed a bit over-dramatically, wrapping her arms around Dean, completely ignoring Y/N’s presence.

There was a subtle but noticeable flinch from Dean as Naomi wrapped her arms around him. He was clearly uncomfortable with the gesture, but attempted to remain composed, his jaw clenching slightly.

“I’m fine, Naomi. And yourself?” He responded, attempting to keep his voice neutral despite the clear tension. Naomi let out a high pitched laugh, her eyes once again flitting over Y/N with a hint of disdain.

Dean immediately latched on to Y/N, who was taking in the interaction. “And who is this?” Naomi practically scowled at Y/N, her thin brows arching as she allowed her eyes to roam over the young secretary.

There was a flash of annoyance in Dean’s eyes as Naomi dismissively gestured towards Y/N, clearly treating her as if she was invisible.

Dean moved even closer to Y/N, his hand dropping from her back to encircle her waist protectively. “This is Y/N” He introduced, his voice tight. “She’s my…” He paused, his gaze flickering to Naomi, before continuing. “…date”

“Nice to meet you” Y/N extended her hand to shake Naomi’s, faux sweetness dripping from her voice. Naomi reluctantly reciprocated the handshake, her grip noticeably firmer than it needed to be. Y/N could practically feel the dislike radiating from the older woman.

"Likewise," Naomi responded curtly, her gaze traveling over Y/N, clearly sizing her up. She then turned her attention back to Dean, her tone becoming sugary again. “You’ve brought quite the… companion, Dean dear” Y/N could feel the undercurrent of insult in Naomi’s words, the implication clear. Beside her, Dean bristled, his jaw clenching once more.

“Oh you have no idea how hard it was to even convince him to come to this thing” Y/N giggled, resting her hand on Dean’s chest, aiding his rescue. “I swear, all day he was like, ‘Baby do I really have to do?’ And I’m like, ‘Yes, sweetie. It’s for the kids’” Y/N let out a high pitched laugh, gesturing to the banners that indicated the charity was for orphans, her hand returning to caress Dean’s, her fingers fiddling with his purple tie.

Dean’s expression softened as Y/N played the role of his girlfriend, covering for his obvious reluctance. He couldn’t help but be amused as she went along with the act, even going as far as to toy with his tie. Despite the situation, he found himself enjoying the moment.

Naomi visibly bristled at the sight of Y/N's hand on Dean's tie, her lips pursing with irritation. "Oh, isn't that cute" She said, her tone far from sincere. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she observed the couple’s interaction.

Y/N sighed while nodding before turning to Dean, “Well, babe. Why don’t we get a drink? I am just famished” She smiled up at him, Dean had to bite back a smirk at her words. “It was nice to meet you, Natalie” Y/N had to hold back a scowl, the bitter sweetness dripping from her tone, purposefully getting Naomi’s name wrong as she dragged Dean away from the woman.

Dean had to suppress a smirk as Y/N dragged him away from Naomi, her feigned politeness and fake name absolutely deliberate. It seemed even more endearing to him now.

Naomi’s face flushed with annoyance as Y/N deliberately got her name wrong. “It’s Naomi!” She practically huffed out, but the duo was already out of earshot. Dean chuckled softly as they found a nearby bar, his hand still touching Y/N’s waist. “Natalie, huh? Smooth”

“Uh, you’re welcome” Y/N playfully scoffed as they approached the snack table, instantly diving in. She filled her mouth with a pig in the blanket before mumbling, “Who was she anyways?”

Dean chuckled as Y/N attacked the snacks, clearly enjoying herself. He took in the sight of her, a bit of the food smeared on her lip, and had to resist the urge to wipe it off himself.

“Naomi King” He finally answered, his voice laced with subtle irritation. “She’s the Director of Human Resources at Sandover. A real pain in the ass.” Y/N’s eyes widened, almost choking on the snack. “Fuck, that means she knows I’m your secretary….fuck” Y/N cursed.

“Calm down,” Dean whispered, his hand moving to pat her back. He could sense her sudden panic at the realization. “She won’t say anything” He reassured her, his voice low enough so that no one else could hear. “I’ll handle her” He added firmly, a hint of husk in his tone.

“Won’t that cause problems if they actually think that we’re…uh” Her voice trailed off. Dean let out a soft sigh, his hand still on her back, gently rubbing in a comforting gesture. He knew exactly what she meant, and the thought had crossed his mind himself.

“Probably…” He admitted, his voice low. “But Naomi’s too much of a tight-ass to bring it up with the bosses” He glanced at Y/N, seeing the worry on her face. “I won’t let anything happen, okay?”

Y/N nodded firmly, letting out a deep content sigh. She was not risking her job off of her jealousy. But the feeling of Dean’s arm rubbing her back did get her going.

As Dean continued rubbing her back, he couldn’t help but notice how it seemed to relax her, the worry on her face replaced by a contented expression. He was glad to see her feeling a bit better, his own hand enjoying the feel of her body under it.

"See? Everything's fine" He said in a near-whisper, his words intended more for her ears than the surrounding room. “Mhm” Y/N hummed, peeling her eyes away from him, allowing it to dart around the room because she could feel herself melting into his touch.

His hand continued its gentle circular motions on her back, enjoying the closeness. “You look stunning, by the way” He commented, his voice low and smooth, intending to distract her from her worries. “You don’t look too bad yourself, handsome” She breathed out, her eyes flickering back to him. She tilted her head slightly to look up at him.

His heart fluttered at her compliment, the term "handsome" from her lips always affected him more than it probably should. The way she looked up at him, her head tilted, drove him crazy.

He let his hand leave her back and instead slid it around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "You're a pretty good actress too, you know" He said with a hint of a smirk, referencing her earlier performance. Y/N grinned proudly at this, “I may or may not have starred in Oklahoma in highschool” She smirked.

As the night wore on, Y/N found herself seated at a table, indulging in conversation with an elderly woman next to her. Across the room, she spotted Dean, who was gathered with a few men, engaged in a conversation of their own. Still nursing the glass of whiskey from earlier.

She glanced over at him every so often, her mind occasionally wandering back to the way his hand had felt on her back. “And this is my grandson Jamie” Millie, the woman who Y/N was engaging in friendly conversation with, pulled out a picture she had in her clutch of her 6 month old grandson.

Y/N cooed at the sight of Jamie in the picture. He was absolutely adorable, with his chubby cheeks and toothless smile. "Aww, he's adorable!" She gushed, a warm smile on her face. "How old is he?"

“Oh, he’s six months old” Millie replied, the proud grandmotherly glow apparent in her eyes. She held her pocketbook close to her chest, her wrinkled hand holding the photo. “He was a bit of a surprise, but we’re overjoyed to have him” She added, a faint smile stretching out her lips. “What about you dear? Any kids of your own?”

“Oh no” Y/N spluttered, “None right now, not sure if I want any yet. But I do have my brother, Billy. He’s 16 and you could say he’s like my kid” She chuckled. Millie chuckled as well, her warm smile remaining on her face. She understood Y/N’s perspective, having once been in her shoes herself.

"It's a big commitment, having a child" She nodded understandingly. "And it's natural to take your time when it comes to starting a family" Millie then perked up at the mention of Y/N’s younger brother, her curiosity piqued. "Oh, a sixteen-year-old! I’m sure he keeps you on your toes"

Dean returned, settling in the seat next to Y/N. She shot him a warm smile before turning back to Millie, “Oh he’s something alright, he’s quarterback and the kid eats like a horse” She snorted, sipping her drink. “Not to mention he’s also president of his anime club, all of his money goes into video games and merchandise”

Millie chuckled softly, clearly amused by Y/N's description of her younger brother, Billy. "Sounds like he's got quite a variety of interests" Millie commented thoughtfully.

Dean sat quietly, observing the conversation between the two women with a slight smile. He found it endearing to see Y/N talk about her younger brother fondly. “Yeah..” Y/N smiled, nodding. “But, he’s my everything and I’d die for him. I’d never admit that for him because bud would never let me hear the end of it”

Millie let out a sympathetic chuckle, her eyes reflecting a tender understanding. "Oh, I understand completely," she said, patting Y/N's hand lightly. "They can never know how much we love them, can they?" She cast a glance over at her grandson's picture again, the love she had for him evident in her gaze.

“They never do..” Y/N muttered, a sad smile on her face as her eyes traced the picture of the toddler. Y/N wouldn’t mind having kids of her own one day, but she always told herself that the only way she would have her own children is if she had a life partner.

She refused to go through the troubles of single parenthood, having grown up with a single mom. And she most certainly did not want her kids to go through what she did, she wouldn’t put the pressure of raising a child when you’re a child yourself on her baby.

She loved her brother, there’s no doubt in her mind about that, but in order for her to start her own family, she needed and wanted the support of a loving partner.

Dean, who had been quietly listening so far and observing the change in Y/N's expression, noticed the hint of melancholy in her eyes.

He reached under the table and gently placed his hand on her knee, the gesture meant as a silent show of support. It was subtle, but his touch was meant to offer comfort and reassurance.

Y/N’s mood shifted from somber to hormonal in an instant when Dean placed his hand on her exposed knee. “Well, it was a pleasure to meet you Millie” Y/N said sweetly, before excusing herself to the bathroom, mumbling something about “retouching her makeup”.

Millie, blissfully unaware of the undercurrents between Dean and Y/N, simply smiled at her and bid her farewell.

-

Y/N hands were currently pressing against the cold tile of the bathroom sink. “Get it together chick, get it together” She chastised herself in the mirror. “He’s just a guy, who so happens to be your boss, so get it together and keep your god damn panties on”

As she stared at her own reflection, she felt embarrassed by how worked up she was at Dean’s touch underneath the table. Just the simple feel of his hand on her knee was enough to make her heart race and her body react in ways she wasn’t proud of.

She patted her face with a paper towel, a futile attempt to cool herself down and to not mess up her makeup. A knock at the bathroom door startled her, “Doll? You okay? You’ve been in there about ten minutes” Dean’s concerned voice echoed through the door.

Y/N jumped at the sound of his voice, her heart rate speeding up even further. She took a deep breath, attempting to compose herself before replying.

"I'm fine!" She called out, silently cursing herself for the higher pitch in her voice. "Just fixing my makeup and hair a bit." She quickly maneuvered to unlock the door, swinging it open to see Dean standing there, a worried expression etched on his face.

As she opened the door, Dean visibly relaxed upon seeing her, his eyes roaming over her face in mild concern. "Are you sure you're doing okay?" He asked, eyeing her closely, noticing the flush in her cheeks.

“I’m fine, just a bit tired” She assured him, chuckling lightly. “I was meaning to ask you something…” She began. "Oh? What's up?" He asked, raising an eyebrow curiously at her. He leaned against the doorframe, the height difference between them becoming more apparent as he stood close to her.

“Uh- fuck this is embarrassing” She muttered, quickly composing herself. “Seeing as I did you the favor of being your date tonight, what would you say to being my plus one at Sam and Jo’s wedding in August?”

Dean’s expression softened at her request, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could tell she was trying to play it cool, but the embarrassed blush on her cheeks betrayed her.

"You’re asking me to be your plus one?" He repeated, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. He found her request endearing and he couldn’t resist teasing a little. His tone came off more condescending to her, a wave of embarrassment washing over her. “Forget I asked, it was stupid” She mumbled, her eyes darting to the floor before turning away to walk off.

"Hey, wait-wait-wait" He called out, quickly stepping forward to grab her wrist lightly and stop her from walking away. "Hey, doll, I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to tease you like that" He said genuinely, his grip on her wrist gentle but firm. "Truth is... I'd love to be your plus one for the wedding"

“Really?” Her eyes brightened as she turned to face him again. He smiled at her, the sight of her eyes widening and her mood lifting putting his heart at ease.

"Seriously" He answered, nodding. "I like weddings" He gave her wrist a light squeeze before letting it go, but his hand didn't go far, moving to her hips and pulling her into a loose embrace.

Her eyes darted down to his hands on her hips, a very visible gulp moving down her throat. “You have to stop doing that” She breathed out. He raised an eyebrow slightly, a smirk forming on his face as he looked down at her, his hold on her hips tightening a bit. "Stop doing what?" He asked innocently, pretending to be oblivious.

“You know damn well what I mean, Smith” She spat, feebly attempting to pry his hands away from her. He chuckled at her feigned annoyance, completely unfazed by her attempts to push him away. If anything, it only encouraged him.

"You don't seem to be trying very hard, L/N" He drawled, his fingers lightly tracing circles over her hip bones. Y/N sighed deeply, forcing her gaze away from his lips. “We can’t do this” She all but squeaked, her voice coming out as if she’s pleading with herself to not give in.

Her pleading tone only seemed to encourage him further, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips as he closed the distance between them even more.

One of his hands slid up her side, the other resting gently on the small of her back. "Why not?" He asked, his voice low and smooth. "We're both single, we're both adults... what's there to lose?"

“Our jobs.” She spat again, snapping her eyes up to his. “Our careers, our reputation. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna be pointed out as the office slut” His eyes darkened slightly at that word, feeling his jaw clench in irritation.

His body was now fully pressing up against hers, completely trapping her between him and the doorframe, using one of his hands to prop himself on it, resting right above her head. "Don’t call yourself that" He said, a hint of authority in his tone, Y/N’s back was pressing into the cold frame, her lips parted as his voice filled her ears.

“I’m not calling myself anything. That’s the reality, if we do this. I’m the one who gets knocked on her ass” Y/N defended, but her body was begging her to give in.

He moved his other hand to her hip, his grip firm, fingers digging into her skin. His expression darkened, his eyes roaming over her face and body. "Doll, that’s bullshit and you know it" He practically growled, his frustration boiling over. "You really think I’d let them talk about you like that?"

“It’s not bullshit, Dean. You can’t control what people say behind closed doors.” She countered. His jaw clenched even tighter, her words hitting somewhere between irritation and anger. She wasn’t wrong, but it didn’t make it easier to hear.

“Exactly, you can’t say I’m wrong,” She added. He moved his leg to force hers apart, his knee almost pressing into her crotch, his voice low and gruff. "I’m more than capable of shutting a few mouths" He said, his grip on her hips hard.

It took God power for her not to snatch him there and then, “Son of a-“ She gasped, hitching one of her legs up, her head rolling back as her eyes fluttered shut from the friction.

It took God power for her not to snatch him there and then, “Son of a-“ She gasped, hitching one of her legs up, her head rolling back as her eyes fluttered shut from the friction. He smirked at her reaction, reveling in the fact that he could get her that worked up just by his words.

"There it is" He muttered, his knee moving up a bit higher, pushing against her core. "Wasn't it so hard to admit that you want me, hm?"

“I admitted that last week, you smart ass” She bite back. He chuckled darkly, leaning in to brush his lips against the skin of her neck. "Don’t be rude, L/N" He mumbled against her skin, his mouth tracing a path up to the sensitive spot right below her ear.

“Oh, fuck it” She cursed, finally giving in. Y/N’s mouth found his in a split second. He groaned as her lips met his, his grip on her hips tightening so much, he was sure there’d be a bruise. The kiss was hungry and rough, his tongue immediately demanding entrance to her mouth.

He pushed his knee further up, pressing it between her legs, trying to get her to arch against him. Y/N moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body harder against his. She could feel the hardness of his arousal through their clothes, and it made her ache with need.

His hand left her hips and moved up to the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair and pulling her head back roughly, exposing her neck to his mouth. He attacked the sensitive skin with his lips and teeth, leaving behind a trail of sloppy kisses.

He pushed against her, the bulge in his trousers pressing firmly between her legs, feeling how wet she was through the fabric. He wanted to take her right there, up against the wall.

"Fuck, you're so hot" He groaned against her skin, his hand gripping her hair tighter. He could feel her heat on his knee through her panties, which were easily accessible due to the slit in her dress and it made him throb with desire. He wanted nothing more than to rip the pieces of fabric off her body and bury himself deep inside her.

But he knew they were still in public, and as much as he wanted to take her right then and there, he also wanted to savor every moment of their first time together. He wanted to worship her body like the goddess she was.

So instead of ripping her clothes off, he simply continued to grind his knee against her, rubbing deliciously against her clothed pussy. He loved the way she moaned and whimpered beneath him, her nails digging into his shoulders.

"That's it, baby. Let me hear you"

“Oh god, Dean” Y/N moaned, burying her fingers in his hair. She held back from clawing at him. “Bathroom, now” She ordered, feebly reaching to unlock the door to the bathroom. Thankfully, it was a single stall, so the possibility of someone from the gala walking in on them was small.

He smirked at her words, loving the way she took charge even in her lust-addled state. “Lead the way, doll” he purred, giving her ass a firm squeeze before stepping back to let her open the door.

As soon as they were both inside, he locked the door and pushed her up against it, claiming her mouth in another searing kiss. His hands roamed her curves greedily, mapping out every dip and swell.

“God, I want you so fucking bad” he growled against her lips. “Want to bend you over the sink and fuck you until you scream my name.”

He backed her up onto the sink, pressing his knee again into her clothed mound. “Then what’s stopping you?” Y/N whined, grinding herself deeper against him. “As much as I would love to take you right here, baby. I want our first time to be marvelous. But I still want to taste you” Dean countered, peppering kisses down her neck.

"Fuck, Dean!” Y/N cried out, the friction of his knee pressing into her cunt was driving her insane. His mouth found hers again, their tongues colliding in a wave of pleasure. “We…shouldn’t…be…doing…this…” She gasped out between kisses, her manicured nails digging into his broad shoulders.

Y/N moaned louder, arching her back as he ground his knee into her, desperate for some sort of relief. She wanted to stop, it felt wrong, but it also felt so sooo right.

“Tell me you want me to stop” Dean groaned into her ear, replacing his knees with his hands. He moved her panties to the side with a hooked finger, running his thumb over her coated slit. “Tell me…you want me….to stop, and I’ll stop…right now…” He demanded between sloppy kisses on her neck.

"No!" Y/N almost yelled hoarsely, her breath ragged. The feeling of his fingers tracing her cunt made her back arch, Dean smirked proudly, “That’s what I thought” His tone was husky as he parted her lips with his fingers, fiddling around to find her clit, beginning to draw small circles on it.

Y/N gasped sharply as Dean's fingers found her most sensitive spot, her hips bucking involuntarily into his touch. “Oh fuck!” She panted heavily, her inner walls fluttering around nothing as he skillfully worked her clit. Her hands fist in his hair, tugging harshly as the intense pleasure builds rapidly.

He chuckled darkly, "Yeah...fuck..." His voice sounded strained as he watched her react to his touch. He loved seeing her squirm under his touch. It turned him on immensely. His fingers kept working her clit, teasing her mercilessly.

He slid two fingers along her slick folds, teasing her entrance before pushing them slowly inside her tight warmth, making his cock twitch painfully in his pants.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he muttered against her skin. He began pumping his fingers in and out of her, curling them slightly to hit that spot inside her that made her moan loudly.

He thrust his fingers in and out of her faster, relishing in the sound of her moans echoing off the tiled walls. “Please, please don’t stop, don’t you dare stop” Y/N pleaded, her eyes screwed shut from the ecstasy she was feeling.

He leaned in close, his stubble scraping against her soft skin as he whispered filthy praise in her ear. "You like that, don't you? Like having my fingers buried deep in this tight little cunt." He punctuated each word with a particularly hard thrust.

Y/N cried out, her back arching as Dean's fingers drove into her, hitting that spot just right. Her juices flowed freely, coating his fingers and making them glide smoothly within her. "Yes! Oh god yes, keep going!"

He grinned wickedly, “Good girl, such a good girl…" He picked up the pace, his fingers pistoning in and out of her. He could feel her tightening around him, signaling her impending orgasm. He added a third finger, stretching her further as he worked them in and out of her.

Y/N's cries grew louder and higher pitched as Dean's fingers fucked her harder, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs trembled and quaked around his wrist as he worked her relentlessly, determined to make her come undone.

"I’m so close, I’m so close, don’t stop!” She whined, bucking her hips into his fingers.

"You’re doing great, doll" he praised her, leaning in to bite her shoulder gently. He increased the pressure on her clit, circling it faster while his fingers plunged into her depths. He felt her tighten around him, her orgasm building rapidly.

With a final, hard thrust, he curled his fingers once more, hitting that sweet spot inside her. "Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers," he commanded, his voice low and husky.

He felt her clench around his fingers, her walls spasming as she finally gave in to the pleasure. "There it is...just let go," he murmured encouragingly, continuing to pump his fingers until she had ridden out her orgasm completely.

“DEANN!!” Y/N screamed, her entire body shaking violently as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her vision blurred, her ears rang, and her mind went blank except for the overwhelming sensation of pure bliss coursing through her veins.

She collapsed against his chest, panting heavily as her heart raced and her muscles trembled. Dean's fingers remained buried deep inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure from her spent body. She couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so utterly satisfied.

He held her tightly against him, his own arousal straining against the confines of his suit pants. "Damn, you look beautiful when you cum," he said, pulling his fingers free from her with a wet pop. He brought them to his lips, sucking her essence off each digit with a low growl of satisfaction.

Y/N shivered at the sight of Dean licking her juices off his fingers, her pussy still throbbing from the intense orgasm he'd given her. She reached down to adjust her dress, trying to cover her exposed, dripping sex with her panties.

"You're insatiable," he breathed, looking up at him with a mix of awe and desire. Despite the afterglow of her climax, her body was already craving more of him. "What about you? Don't you need some relief?" She asked, her hand sliding down to cup the bulge in his pants.

"Why don’t we save that for the wedding?” He smirked, pulling her by her hips to attach his lips to hers. “But that’s in three months” Y/N whined. Y/N whimpered softly, frustrated that they had to wait so long. She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as if he were a lifeline. "Three whole months," she repeated, her voice laced with longing.

He chuckled faintly, the sound vibrating in his chest, feeling her cling to him like a lifeline. He knew he was just as affected as she was, but he enjoyed the thought of teasing her and making her wait.

"You’ll survive, doll" He whispered against her ear, his hands running down her sides and coming to rest on her hips. "And trust me, it’ll be worth the wait"

“And what are we gonna do about…you know” She murmured, her fingers tracing the patterns on his tie, referring to work. He pondered for a moment, his eyes following the path her fingers were taking on his tie. "Well, we can be discreet about it" He replied, his tone a bit quieter.

"Keep things professional... At least during work hours" His hands gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into her skin as he pulled her closer. "But after that, you're all mine" She gasped, arching into his touch. “You know I can keep it professional, but news spreads fast there” Y/N murmured.

He smirked slightly at her gasp, enjoying the way it sent a shiver down his spine. "Yeah, I know you can" He said, his voice low and steady. "I trust you... But I don't trust some of the people around there. A lot of gossip mongers and drama seekers" He sighed, his hands still resting on her hips.

"We just need to be careful" He added, his eyes locking with hers. “Yes, sir” She smirked, her eyes flickering up to his. He chuckled lowly at her response, the smirk on her lips and the glint in her eyes making his heart rate quicken.

"God, you're a damn tease" He muttered, his grip on her hips tightening slightly as he pulled her flush against him again. Dean trailed kisses down her neck again as Y/N raised her wrist to check the time on her watch. “Fuck” She cursed.

His mouth paused on her neck when he heard her curse, realizing that their little tryst had taken up most of the night. He lifted his head to look at her, seeing her check the time on her watch.

"12 already?" He asked, his voice a bit hoarse. “Yeah, I’m sorry. Billy has practice tomorrow and I’ve gotta carpool his friends” Y/N apologized.

He sighed softly, feeling a pang of disappointment knowing that their night was coming to an end. He released his grip on her hips, reluctantly taking a step back to give her some space.

"It's alright, doll" He said, running a hand through his hair. "Billy's gotta come first" He added with a hint of understanding in his tone. Y/N smiled, appreciating his understandment. A thought crossed her mind, mischief glinted in her eyes as she pushed him aside and peeled herself from the counter.

He felt his heart skip a beat as her eyes sparkled with mischief, a hint of curiosity and arousal flickering inside him. The realization that she was up to something sent a jolt of excitement through his veins.

"What are you doing?" He asked, his voice a bit huskier than usual as he watched her push away from the counter. A coy smile graced her features as she wiggled out of her black lace panties, peeling them off her legs. “A gift” She smirked, handing him her pair of panties.

His eyes darkened with desire and surprise as she handed him her lace panties, a mixture of disbelief and excitement coursing through him. He took them from her, the fabric feeling silky and soft against his palm.

He held them for a moment, his mind racing with explicit thoughts as he looked at her. "You're full of surprises, aren’t you?" He murmured, his voice low and gravelly. "But I'm not complaining" His hand reached out to pull her close to him again. "These are mine now" He said, his voice filled with desire.

“They’re all yours” She giggled, pulling him out of the bathroom. He couldn't help but respond with a smirk, following her lead as she pulled him out of the bathroom. He clutched the lace panties tightly in his hand, the thought of keeping something so personal and intimate from her fueling his desire.

Just as Dean was tucking her panties into her pocket, Y/N could have sworn she saw a flash from the corner of her eyes. "Did you see that?" Y/N muttered, her eyes darting around the empty hall.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her words, his body tensing slightly as he followed her gaze around the hall. He didn't see anything unusual. "See what?" He asked, concern creeping into his voice.

“Nothing…nothing- I’m probably just being paranoid” She sighed, weaving her fingers through his. He squeezed her hands reassuringly, feeling her unease. "It's okay, doll. It's probably just your eyes playing tricks on you" He said, trying to soothe her nerves.

“Yeah, probably” She smiled tightly, walking hand in hand with him.

He pulled up to her house, shifting the car into park as he turned to look at her. The ride home had been mostly quiet, both of them lost in their own thoughts. "We're here" He said quietly, breaking the silence as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Thanks again for tonight” Y/N said gratefully, a small blush playing on her cheeks. "It was my pleasure" He replied, his voice tender as he looked at her blushing cheeks. He reached out and gently cupped her face in his hand.

“Technically, it was mine” She shot back coyly, biting her lip slightly. His heart skipped a beat at her coy reply, his mind instantly filled with images of their time together in the bathroom. He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, his fingers tracing along her jawline. "Yeah, I guess it was,” He agreed huskily. "But I was the one enjoying the view," He teased.

“Good” She breathed out, attaching her lips to his again. He groaned softly against her lips, reciprocating the kiss deeply. His hand on her face moved to the back of her head, pulling her further into the kiss, as his other hand found its way to her leg, resting on her bare skin.

After a moment, he reluctantly pulled away. "You better go in before I decide to take you right back home with me" He said, his voice filled with a mixture of desire and restraint. “Yes, sir” She giggled, placing a hand on the door. “See you Monday?” She turned to him, flashing him a smile over her shoulder.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her smile, a mix of longing and anticipation already building in him. "See you Monday" He echoed, his tone full of promises to come. He watched as she got out of the car, his gaze lingering as she walked to her front door.

-

Y/N closed the front door and turned to see Jo lounging on the couch, a beer in one hand, and a bag of chips in the other. "Hey, chick" Y/N said, making her way over to the couch and plopping down next to her.

"I take it your date with Boss Man went well" Jo teased, a sly grin on her face, raising her beer bottle in salute as her eyes flickered over Y/N's disheveled hair and flushed face.

"Oh shut up" Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes but unable to suppress a smile as she remembered the events of the night. She grabbed the bag of chips out of Jo's hands, stuffing a few into her mouth.

"Alright, spill every detail" Jo insisted, her tone demanding as she shifted to face Y/N, a gleam in her eyes. "I need all the dirty details" Y/N rolled her eyes with a playful groan, “Nothing dirty happened” She lied through her teeth as she munched on the chips.

"Bullshit" Jo exclaimed, seeing right through her lie. "Your hair is messier than Sam’s dirty socks and your lips are so bruised they look like you tried to make out with sandpaper" She laughed, gesturing at Y/N's messy hair and red, swollen lips.

“I-“ Y/N stammered at her friend’s comparison. Jo burst out laughing, clearly amused by Y/N’s reaction. "Oh my God, you're blushing!" She exclaimed, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "You totally did make-out with him!"

“Well….” Y/N trailed off, biting her lip. Jo’s eyes widened, a wolfish grin spreading across her face as she sat up straighter, clearly sensing there was more to the story. "And…?" She prompted, practically hanging on to Y/N’s words.

“He kinda….fingered me…in the bathroom” Y/N mumbled, tossing the chips aside to burying her head in a pillow. Jo’s jaw dropped open, a look of shock and amazement on her face. “No way!” She exclaimed, her words coming out in a breathless gasp.

“You guys totally got hot and heavy in the bathroom? Holy hell, that’s kinky" She added, a mix of surprise and excitement evident in her tone. “Shhhh, don’t be so loud before Billy hears” She shushed Jo, pressing her hand to her mouth.

Jo nodded, her eyes wide with excitement as she lowered her voice. She placed a finger to her lips, signaling for silence. "Right, right, right" She whispered, her tone hushed but still filled with awe. "I can't believe you got frisky with the boss" She added, a sly grin lingering on her lips.

“Is it bad that I think it’s kinda sexy that we’re gonna have to hide our relationship?” Y/N gushed. Jo let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. "Damn, you're getting off on the thrill" She observed, her eyes narrowing with mischief. "You little slut, you" She laughed, a hint of admiration in her voice.

“Shut up” Y/N snickered. Jo held up her hands in mock submission, chuckling. "Hey, hey, I'm not judging!" She said with a shrug. "I think it's kinda hot, if not a little daring"

“Oh! Did you ask him to come to the wedding?” Jo asked hopefully. "I did" Y/N replied, her lips curling into a small smile. "He said he’d love to come. On the drive over, we agreed to take our two weeks vacation at the same time so we can all go together. And Billy will be able to come since it’s in August." Y/N explained.

“Did you decided on a destination yet?” Y/N asked. Jo shook her head, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. "Not yet. We're still trying to narrow down the options. Sam is pushing for Mexico, but I want to go somewhere in Italy" She added, her hands fidgeting with the label of her beer bottle.

“Italy sounds romantic” Y/N gushed, leaning against Jo. “But Mexico sounds exotic” She added. "That's exactly what I've been telling Sam" Jo laughed, taking a sip of her beer. "But he keeps saying that tequila shots on the beach are the epitome of romance" She added with a roll of her eyes.

Y/N snorted at this, “Of course he does. That sounds like him” Jo chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's our Sammy. He does have a thing for tequila, and he is a hopeless romantic at heart" She said, her eyes sparkling with affection.

“You’ll figure it out, chick. You always do” Y/N assured her, tucking a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. Jo smiled gratefully at her friend's words of reassurance. "Thanks, chick" She replied, reaching over to give Y/N's hand a light squeeze. "We'll figure it out. And honestly, I don't care where it is as long as we're together" she added, a softness in her voice.

"You guys are disgustingly adorable" Y/N teased, unable to help herself. "It's almost too sweet to witness" She continued, playfully wrinkling her nose in mock disgust. "Oh, shut up!" Jo protested, giving Y/N’s shoulder a light shove. "We're not that bad" She added, a hint of defensiveness in her tone.

Authors Note: Seeing as Genesis Dean and Y/N wanna take FOREVER, I’m gonna have to live through LITM Dean and Y/N🤣🤣🤣

I was so scared to post this bc of the smut, I really tried to make it enjoyable so I hope it wasn’t too cringy😭

Hope everyone liked!

Xoxo

[chrzzboo]

Hii! I saw that you’re new to the space! Welcome ☺️

I’ll request a Gavi fic where he is a secret admirer to Y/N who is an influencer online. One day in the locker rooms the boys find Gavi looking through her TikTok’s or instagram page & he immediately shuts his phone off not wanting any of them to know his little crush (or have any of the guys know who she is bc he wants to keep her all to himself and gatekeep her bc he knows how the guys are) but they see enough to know who she is!

The guys realize how serious he is about his crush on her so they always tease him about her. One day when the team is training Y/N goes live and the guys immediately log into their fake accounts and start commenting on the live asking “what do you think about Pablo Gavi” “do you like FC Barcelona” and questions like that. Gavi goes livid lmao and Y/N reads and answers the comments since there’s so many comments flooding in her comment section bc of the whole team commenting.

Thank you 🩷🩷

My fanboy

Summary: Pablo’s teammates find out about his crush and can’t stop teasing the poor boy.

Reader x Pablo Gavi

Note: Thank you so much for welcoming me and thank you so much for your great request. I absolutely loved your idea! Hope you guys like it! 🫶

Pablo was visiting his parents in Sevilla since he had a break from football. He was in the living room watching whatever was displayed on the tv. His sister was sitting next to him watching something on her phone. Pablo was kinda invested in whatever was playing on the tv but he couldn’t concentrate since the volume of his sister’s phone was way too loud. “Aurora can you lower the volume I’m trying to watch something” He groans at his sister. He frowned when she didn’t reply too invested in her phone. “Aurora?” He tried at least two more times but still no reply from her. Annoyed he took the phone out of her hand. “Pablo what the hell? Devuélveme mi teléfono!” (Give me my phone). Still with her phone in his hand Pablo moved away so she couldn’t grab it. “I have been calling you for the past 5 minutes to lower your volume but you were too invested in whatever you’re watching on your phone” Aurora smiles sheepishly. “Ow my bad I didn’t hear you, but give me my phone back I will lower the volume estúpido.” Pablo gave Aurora her phone back but can’t help but ask what had gotten her attention so bad that she isolated herself from the real world. “What were you even watching that was so interesting that you didn’t even acknowledge me calling you?” “I’m watching y/n’s live” “Who?” Pablo asks. “Y/n, she’s a famous influencer living in Barcelona I absolutely love her. She shares makeup tips, fashion tips and she’s just so down to earth. I absolutely adore her!” Aurora scoots a bit closer to her brother showing him what she was watching earlier. “Look this is her isn’t she gorgeous?” Pablo looked over to his sister’s phone, his eyes widening. He would have sworn that he had never seen such a beautiful girl. He was mesmerised by her gorgeous smile. “She’s very beautiful indeed.” Pablo mumbled quietly. “What was that Pablo?” his sister asked, not catching his words due to his low volume. “Nothing” Pablo added fast. His sister shrugged not really interested in what he said since she wanted to carry on and watch the live. Pablo looked at his sister’s phone one more time and immediately took his phone to search for you on Instagram. He started scrolling through your posts, and boom just like that he became obsessed with you and your content.

That was several months ago, his little crush grew day by day. He's so invested by everything you do and post on your socials. I guess you can call him a fanboy by now. He would comment on all your posts leaving sweet messages and compliments, he would watch all your video’s and live's obviously with his fake account. Even though Pablo is pretty famous he was too scared to shoot his shot with you so he thought it was better for him to crush on you from a distance.

Currently Pablo was sitting in the locker room, noticing that he still had 10 minutes left until his training started. So he took the time to check your socials to see if you had posted anything. Pablo was too busy scrolling through your posts that he hadn’t heard some of his teammates enter the locker room. His peace was quickly disturbed by Pedri grabbing his phone out of his hands. Just now Pablo noticed that some of his teammates had entered the locker room. “Pablo we have been calling you for 10 minutes.” Ferran exclaimed. “What were you even doing on your phone that you didn’t even acknowledge us?” Fermìn added. Before Pablo could even come up with an excuse Pedri started talking. “I know exactly why he wasn’t paying attention, it looks like our little Pablo has a crush” Pedri smirks and turns Pablo’s phone to the rest of the boys so they could see what Pedri meant. “Isn’t that the influencer y/n or something like that?” Balde says. “She’s very fit and beautiful my sister adores her.” Was heard from Ferran. “Well she’s certainly very beautiful but it’s clear that Pablo has a crush on her.” Pedri smirks earning laughs from the rest of the boys. Pablo took his phone out of Pedri’s hands and started denying everything since he didn’t want to tell his teammates and since he wanted you all to himself hence that’s why he didn’t like how the boys were talking about you earlier. “That’s no one, I don’t even know anyone with the name y/n” Pablo says with flushed red cheeks. The rest of the boys started laughing hysterically. “Pablo do you seriously think we would believe that, you were literally blushing like a little girl when we mentioned her” was heard from the younger one Lamine. “Nah for real hermano you can’t fool us! Have you tried shooting your shot perhaps?” João added with a teasingly tone. Pablo didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to answer but as if his prayers were heard Xavi came into the locker room calling everyone over for training. Pablo let out a big sigh knowing that he had a long day of training a head with lots of teasing from his teammates.

The boys didn’t stop teasing Pablo, they took every opportunity to embarrass him with his little crush. If Pablo didn’t do well or missed a shot his teammates would say stuff like: “If y/n saw how you missed that goal she would block you on all her socials.” Or “He wouldn’t miss this if y/n was here.” Or “Pablo you need to train well for the next match because maybe y/n will be there”. The teasing went on and on the entire training long. At the end all the teammates picked up on what was happening and also started teasing Gavi. It was safe to say that Pablo would never be left alone. During the break Pablo and some of his teammates went to the locker room to cool down for a bit. Pablo’s phone was on the bench next to him when his phone suddenly lit up. Before he could grab his phone Fermìn who was sitting next to Gavi took his phone and shouted for the rest of the boys to hear “Oehhh would you look at that Pablo’s crush is live on instagram.” Pablo groaned to himself forgetting that he had his post notifications on for you. “Should we go into her live and ask her a bit about our little Pablito?” Ferran said which the rest of the boys agreed to. Pablo knew that he couldn’t tell them off because they wouldn’t listen to him anyway. In the meantime all the guys went on their fake accounts to comment on your live. Pablo saw all of them on their phones and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t shitting it right now. He watches you on his phone reading the comments. “Do you know Gavi?.” You read out loud. Pablo froze not knowing what to do or think. “I do know him he plays for FC Barcelona right?” “Oi Pablo see she knows you exist.” Was heard from Balde. Pablo rolled his eyes at him but couldn’t hide his excitement knowing that you knew who he was. “Do you find Gavi handsome? Would you go out with Gavi? Would you date Gavi? Alright guys I don’t know what’s going on or what the hype suddenly is about commenting about Gavi but let’s just keep it with the main topic of this live which was: what is the best makeup primer.” Was heard from your live. Pablo looked at his teammates annoyed. “See now you guys have scared her away.” “No Pablo we’ve only helped you now you know that she knows you.” The rest of the guys agreed to Pedri’s words. Rolling his eyes Pablo left to the field again.

After training it was time to go home but obviously not peacefully for Pablo with all the teasing. Pablo was getting dropped off by Pedri since his car was at the garage getting fixed. He was sat in his former designated seat next to Pedri. Pablo knew that Pedri was going to say something about his crush. And boy he was right. “So hermano it seems like you like that girl a lot.” Pedri says with a teasing smile on his face. Gavi sighs “To be honest I don’t think it’s a crush anymore.” Pedri smile drops realising that Pablo’s feelings are actually more serious than a small crush, now he was starting to feel bad for all the teasing. “What do you mean by that hermano?” Pedri asks even though he knew exactly what Gavi meant. “You know exactly what I mean cabrón.” “It started of with a small crush but afterwards I started realising that it was more and I know it’s weird since I’ve never spoke to her and don’t even know her properly other than her social media personality.” Pedri looked at him with wide eyes not expecting his best friend to be so serious about it. “Have you tried messaging her, I mean there is no way that she doesn’t know you.” Pedri exclaims. Pablo sighs “I haven’t, I’m too scared to do since I’m not made for rejection.” Pablo laughs. Pedri looks at him knowing that Pablo doesn’t want to continue this conversation so he changes the subject but promised himself to take matters in his own hands.

The next day Pablo was sitting in the locker room getting ready, he was pretty early so not everyone was around. Only Pedri, Ferran, Fermìn, Balde, Lamine, Frenkie and João were present. The same boys that were the first ones to tease Pablo about his crush. Pedri had told the rest of the boys about the conversation he had with Pablo and the boys felt bad for teasing him so bad yesterday so they wanted to help Pablo shooting his shot. On the other hand, Pablo was actually kind of confused since the guys hadn't teased him or said anything about his crush on you. But those thoughts were interrupted by Ferran. “Yo Pablo hermano can I use your phone real quick mine needs to charge I just have to search something up.” Pablo didn’t think much of it and gave him his phone. Ferran took his phone and started typing. Pablo grew suspicious after the rest of the guys joined Ferran and started whispering stuff to each other. “Alright you guys what is this all about and why are you being so suspicious.” The guys quickly shut their mouths and Ferran gave Gavi his phone back with a light smirk. “Hermano don’t be mad but we couldn’t stand seeing you like that.” Pedri says with a smile. Gavi looked at him in confusion but that was quickly replaced by fear. He knew exactly what these guys were up to. Pablo opened his instagram and went straight to his dm’s, and boy he was right they did exactly what he thought they would do. But before Pablo could even get mad at them the guys ran away to the field. Pablo was left sighing to himself, what was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just delete the message because then he would be called a coward by everyone. So he left it, hoping for a reply from you.

Y/N'S POV

I was currently setting up everything that I needed to film a new GRWM and Q&A video since my fans asked for it. I love my job, I was so greatfull for everything that I achieved and all the support I’ve got. Sometimes I still can’t believe that I’ve gotten so big on social media but regardless I’m so proud of myself. While I was doing my makeup and looking through the questions I’ve found a comment asking me if I preferred Pedri or Bellingham. I wanted to answer by saying none of them I would rather pick Gavi since I’ve always found him attractive and had a crush on him. But I decided not to use that in the video since I didn’t want to embarrass myself or cause any controversy. After I was done filming the video I immediately started editing the video since it’s a lot of work and since I’ve wanted to upload the video later tonight.

It’s been 5 hours and I’m finally done editing. I always forget how much time it takes to edit. Walking out of my office and grabbing my phone I walked to the kitchen to get something to drink. While I was pouring my drink I noticed that I hadn’t checked my phone yet so I wasn't really surprised to see some new messages since I wasn’t on my phone for a good 5 hours. Scrolling through my notifications there was one message that caught my eye. “No way this can’t be.” I looked at the name with wide eyes. It was Pablo fucking Gavi that had sent me a message. Not wasting anytime I replied to him.

BACK TO GAVI

Pablo was back home now, he totally forgot about the stunt the guys pulled on him earlier. He was planning on having a chill night, doing nothing and just relaxing in his sofa. His peace was quickly disturbed by his phone making noise notifying him that someone sent him a message. Not thinking much of it he grabbed his phone but he nearly dropped it seeing that you had replied to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes. The y/n had replied to his text. Pablo was over the moon by this but he quickly composed himself and replied to your text.

Y/N’S POV

Ever since Pablo reached out to me we had been texting and FaceTiming non stop. We have so much in common it’s actually crazy. Whenever I talk to him it feels like we’ve known each other for a very long time but in reality it has only been 4 months. Now I’m getting ready to go on a date with Pablo. I’m very excited but also nervous it’s been a while since we’ve gone out mainly because of our busy schedules but we’ve both made time for each other and I couldn’t be happier. Adding some finishing touches to my makeup and clothes I get up to grab my purse and head downstairs. I check my phone noticing that Pablo had sent me a message.

Walking to his car I see Pablo patiently waiting for me. He looks so handsome. I quickly shake those thoughts out of my head and enter his car. “Hola Pablo!” “Hola mi estrella!” Mi estrella a nickname he gave me because in his eyes I’m the star of social media. That nickname never failed to make me blush. “Te ves hermosa esta noche” (You look beautiful tonight) I swear if I was standing I would’ve folded right there, but I composed my self. “Thank you Pablo, you look very handsome as well!” I could see a little blush forming on his cheeks. He cleared his throat trying to sound as normal as possible. “Are you ready to go mi estrella?” “Yes let’s go!”

We’ve arrived at this beautiful restaurant, we were sitting in a hidden corner so no one could notice us and so we could have some peace and quiet. The date was amazing, we’ve talked for hours, shared some dumb jokes and we talked about what we've been doing for the past few weeks as if we hadn't talked about it every day on FaceTime. But regardless it was amazing and I had a great time. After we finished our food we decided to go for a little walk since the weather was perfect for a walk. Pablo showed me some nice places since he knew Barcelona better then me. And that’s how we ended up in this nice park sitting on a bench near the water enjoying each other’s company. I’ve never really realised until the last few weeks that I’ve actually fallen in love with Pablo but I was too shy to tell him about it so I just kept it to myself. It was quiet until Pablo started speaking. “You know, I’ve been following you for a long time even before we started texting.” I looked at him in shock I didn’t expect him to know me way before we started talking. “You did? How come you never told me?” He stared at me for a few seconds before talking again. “I mean I didn’t want to scare you away since it sounded kinda weird.” I looked at him confused. “What do you mean weird? There is nothing wrong with that, I mean I’ve been following you way before we started talking as well.” Now it was Pablo’s turn to look at me in shock. “You did? Wow, I didn't know. If I had known that before, I wouldn't have been a coward and would have sent you a message myself. I looked at him confused. “Pablo what do you mean by that?” Pablo looked at me with wide eyes forgetting that he didn’t tell you about the actual story of how he messaged you. “Well you see like I mentioned earlier I knew you way before I sent you a DM, the reason was because I had a crush on you and I was basically one of your fanboy’s.” He admitted shyly. I could see him turning red I couldn’t help but laugh at him, not believing that he actually had a crush on me. “That’s very cute Pablo but that still doesn’t explain what you meant earlier, something along the lines of being too coward to text me.” He looked at me before explaining further. “Well my teammates got to know about my crush and wouldn’t stop teasing me about it. One day they asked me if I had tried shooting my shot with you but I told them I didn’t because I was scared of rejection. So they took matters in their own hands and tricked me by asking me if they could borrow my phone and without me knowing they had sent you the DM.” I looked at him with wide eyes not expecting all this. “Before you say anything I just wanted to tell you that I’m very grateful for that.” My heart started beating faster when he suddenly took my hands in his much larger ones. “Because if it wasn’t for them I wouldn’t have met such an amazing person like you. Y/n I mean it when I say that I’ve never felt something like this to any other girl. You’re kind, beautiful and on top of that very talented. In the past I was a coward and I’ve learned to not be one anymore so I just wanted to let you know that I’ve fallen in love with your beautiful personality, your gorgeous smile and just you in general. Y/n you don’t have to say anything if you don’t feel the same way but I just wanted to get it off my chest.” I looked at Pablo with big glinstering eyes, I couldn’t believe this. The guy I’ve fell for has feelings for me? Without any thoughts I did the first thing I could think of. I grabbed his face in both my hands and smashed my lips on his. This kiss was amazing, it felt as if we were the only people in the world and nothing else mattered. The kiss was slow, gentle and most importantly full of love. This moment simply felt magical. We pulled away both catching our breaths when Pablo looked at me and started talking again. “So does this mean you will be mine from now on?” I smiled at him looking into his beautiful eyes. “I would love to be yours my fanboy.” Who would’ve imagined that the teasing of Pablo's teammates would bring us together.

The end.