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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years

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Prompt: Y/N decides to show Mr. Moxley some new tricks in order to certify him that he is still her number one

Word Count: Long

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, oral sex (male receiving), angst, jealousy, cursing, praise kink

Tag: @jibbles26 , @bellalutionn

Notes: I’m a sucker for the power that blowjobs hold upon guys. Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories on my Masterlist and my newest story as a fixed post. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

“Hi doll, what you’re up to?” He smirks as he nibs my neck

“Just working. Why? Do you need something?” I ask as I remove my reading glasses

“I do, actually”

“What do you need babe?” I look up to his blue eyes that were filled with mischief

“You” He grinned

“Jon, I thought you needed something urgent” I chuckle

“I do!” He pulls me off my desk chair “I missed you so much” He cradled his face on the crook of my neck

“Jon, we’ve had sex six times yesterday and two times this morning, how can you physically still miss me?” I laugh “That’s like, 8 rounds in less than 24 hours babe! And you only got home yesterday”

“I can’t help it that you’re so fucking hot and looks so sexy all the time” He licks a trail from my neck to my lips

I look down to my current outfit that consisted in a comfortable pair of grey leggings, an oversized Korn t-shirt, Wilson’s crew socks, glasses, messy hair and no makeup

“I don’t think I look very sexy right now” I cackled

“Yes you do! You always do!” He pulls me closer to his crotch by my ass “C’mon Y/N, let’s do some fun nasty business, kitten” He slaps my ass quite vigorously

“Tempting, but I’ll have to decline it! Sorry big guy” I patted his chest

“Why?” He whined and stomped his feet like a little kid

“Because some of us got some serious work to do” I smiled fondly as I sit back in my desk chair

“But I wanna be with you! I need you and I want you now!” He pouted

“Jon, I promise you that once I finish this I’ll be all yours ok love?”

“No” He whines “Not later, right now!” He stomps his feet again

Yes, Jon Moxley can be quite the bad boy, but what a lot of people don’t know is that he’s also a fucking whining little baby! He gets an attitude over the dumbest reasons and sometimes this little scenario happens, where he thinks he can whine and pouts his way until he get what he wants. Sometimes it’s cute and charming to see such a big bearded man like him cause such a scene, but another times like right now it’s annoyingly frustrating, uncalled for and the last thing I need to get me even more stressed out.

“Jonathan, don’t start it! You’re not 4 years old! You’re a grown ass man in your 30’s, so behave as such” I turn to my computer and start to type my notes. After 10 minutes I can still feel his presence behind me, making me grow more nervous

“Jon, you’re not helping, my love” I said calmly

“I’m waiting. You said I would have you once you’re done so I’m waiting!” He bitterly said

“Won’t you rather wait in the couch instead? Meanwhile you can pick a movie for us to watch it later” I try to negotiate

“Meh, I’m perfect where I am right now, thanks for the concern” He huffed

*Oh great, what a fucking joy!* I thought

“This might take a while” I defeatedly said

“Don’t worry, I got time” Was his short answer

Fifteen minutes (and a stubborn Jon Moxley sitting on the floor) later I get a call from Peter, my coworker.

“Hey Peter what’s up?” I say holding my phone to my ear with my shoulder “What? Wait Peter, hold on I can’t hear you properly and I can’t stop typing”

“Well, put it on speaker then” Jon mumbled behind me and in my workaholic haze I did it as he told me, forgetting about one little small detail: Peter’s innocent (but also kind of annoying) flirting.

“Pete, can you repeat that again please?” I rapidly say while I type

“I asked when do you think you can send me the paperwork?” He chuckled

“Oh! Can you give me like....30 minutes?”

“I can give you whatever you want” He charmingly said

“Peter, shut up”

“What?” He cackled “It’s true you know, ask and you shall receive, my dear”

“I didn’t knew you were a Jesus fan” I mocked

“I’m your fan” I can hear the smile on his voice

“Whatever weirdo” I brush it off as I continue to type on the dashboard “Is that all you needed?”

“No, there’s one more thing that I forgot to ask you”

“Ok, shoot” I said

“When are you finally going to accept any of my nightcaps invitations?” Pure amusement filling up his voice

“Oh God send me to hell, fuck off Peter!” I jokingly said and hung up

I totally forgot the fact that Jon had heard that until his voice broke the silence

“So how long have you been seeing each other?” He rudely spats

“What? Seeing who?” I ask confused

He stood up from the floor, yanked me off the chair and trapped my body between his and the table.

“Your sweet boy Pete” he coldly smiles

I roll my eyes “Jon, are you really gonna take a guy like Peter seriously? He quotes Jesus to flirt! That’s nothing but pathetic and also slight disrespectful towards Jesus” I joke

“You think this is funny? What if you caught me flirting with a girl from work, how would that make you feel?”

“It depends if you’re gonna quote Jesus or not” I tease

“Y/N I’m fucking serious! Is this a joke to you? Our relationship is a joke to you? Am I a fucking joke to you?”

“My answer is no to all the above. Now if you ask me if I think that you’re overreacting then yes, I do”

“Overreacting? Really? What about all of the nightcaps invitations? Are you gonna tell me I’m overreacting about that too?” His voice starts to rise

“I don’t like your tone Jonathan” I angrily said

“And I don’t like you having an affair with your coworker!” He yelled

“Oh, so I’m having an affair now? Wow, I better accept those invitations then, if I’m going to hold the cheating girlfriend of the year award” I spat

“Are you having an affair with him?”

“How can you even ask that? You know me better than that Jonathan!” Now I’m yelling too, peachy just peachy!

“Well you didn’t answered my question though. Are you?”

“Of course not! What makes you think that?”

“You don’t wanna have sex with me, so where are you getting some? ‘Cause we both know you have quite the appetite for sex, I mean fuck, is hard even for me to keep up with you! You’re like a fucking machine!” He says

My eyes widened in disbelief “So just because I declined to have sex with you 30 minutes ago, because I have to work, I am suddenly a cheater? Or is it because I like to have sex more than the average women do that makes me a cheater? Wow Jonathan, I’ve never heard you say that when one of your male friends cheated. That says a lot”

“Says a lot about what?”

“Your sexist side. Or I don’t know, maybe it’s something else, maybe you are the one who’s cheating on me! So you’re mirroring your infidelity on me”

“Me? A sexist? Now that’s a joke” He laughs “We both know the things you’ve already done to me in the bedroom and trust me pumpkin, if I was a sexist I would never had let you go down that road, if you know what I mean” He measured me up and down “And even if I wanted to cheat on you, which is not the case, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t physically be able to since you knock my ass down every single time we fuck”

“I don’t hear you complain! In fact if I remember correctly you were the one who got in here wanting to have sex in the first place” I huff annoyed

“And I still do kitten” He gets closer

“Don’t touch me, jerk”

“You know how much it turns me on when you get all mad like that, right?” He tried to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away

“Stop, Jonathan”

“What?” He leans closer, pressing his hardening bulge against my lower belly “Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you prefer your boy Pete instead?”

“Bullshit” I spat

“Then show me, kitten” He whispers “Show me I’m still good enough for you” He makes me grab a handful of his erection “Show me that you still want me, that I still turn you on”

I pulled him down towards me by his neck, kissing him roughly, biting his lower lip quite harshly

“Hmm” He growls “My kitten is feisty, I like that” He smirks “I love when you’re a bitch to me” He laughs devilishly “Whatcha gonna do, huh?”

I forcefully open the button of his jeans, pulling the fly down and yanking the pants along with his boxer briefs down.

Jon put his hands up, in a surrender position. I lick my palm and close my fist around his cock, pumping it up and down.

“Yes baby” He moaned “Take it! Take what’s yours”

I kneel down and without thinking twice, I swallow his length until it reaches the back of my throat

“Fuuuuck! Y/N, baby...so good, you suck my dick so fucking good kitten! I love it, I fucking love it!” He moans and I push him further down my throat, swallowing around him

“Oh my fuck” He bucks his hips forward in surprise “How can you be so good at this?” He whispers, holding my hair back, so he can watch me sucking him off

“You look so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock baby. Fuck, look at that! Look at how well you take everything in”

I look up at him, hearing him continuing to praise me

“I love when you look at me...so beautiful with your mouth full of cock, so greedy for more aren’t you, baby?”

I nod, lifting his member up so I can lick the bottom half of his shaft, making him moan loudly

“You’re so insanely good at giving head! A fucking pro” He panted “The best head I’ve ever gotten”

I lock my lips around the head, sucking it hard to make him feel the pressure I know he loves, while my hands pump his length with a tight grip

“Oh yes, baby” Jon screamed in pleasure “Oh my fucking- Stop, stop” He moans with his eyes hazy in ecstasy, mouth in an ‘O’ shape as he bites his knuckles to prevent any screaming.

“We both know you don’t want me to stop” I smile, licking from the bottom of the head to his slit

“You’re gonna pay for this” His voice shakily says

“I wouldn’t threaten me if I were you baby” I smirked “I have other tricks that I’ve never showed you before” I whisper, feeling his length throbbing on my hand

“Other tricks?” He faintly whispered

I let go of his member and lay down on the floor beckoning to him.

“Come here Jon, let me show it to you baby”

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kurowrites · 4 years

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au + trope + prompt game = 1. roommates!au 8. exes 3. “i don’t even think i want to know.”

And another case of terminal dumbassery.

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Wei Ying couldn't say that this entire scenario was how he would have liked or imagined things to go. Unfortunately, life rarely cared about what you wanted. More often, in his experience, life was looking for a good way to fuck you over. So when his relationship with Lan Zhan went down the drain, it was only to be expected that it was at the very moment where he didn't have the finances to move out and get his own place. And seeing that the apartment they were living in was actually Lan Zhan's, he couldn't exactly kick Lan Zhan out and stay.

So between the threat of homelessness and Lan Zhan's all too gentle offer to let him stay in the apartment until he had found his own place, the decision had been an easy one. Of course he would take Lan Zhan's offer over ending up on the street, regardless of his personal feelings! Luckily, the apartment was large enough that each of them had a private room, so they could stay out of each other's way if necessary. Otherwise this arrangement would have been way too awkward.

Jiang Cheng kept repeating that exes still living together was weird as fuck, but Jiang Cheng had no romantic experience and therefore no idea what he was talking about. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan had been friends long before they had ever become a couple, and they would find a way to get back to that relationship and stay friends forever. Even without romantic entanglements. Eventually.

It wasn't like they didn't get along well, after all! They were very used to sharing the housework, and Lan Zhan would still sometimes share the food that he cooked with Wei Ying, who always gratefully accepted any opportunity of not having to cook himself. Wei Ying, on the other hand, knew how to keep Lan Zhan's white laundry a pristine white by now, and he would feed little Hei and Bai whenever Lan Zhan was busy. They really worked quite well as roommates.

Or they would have, if there only hadn't been the pesky little fact that they had been lovers until a short while ago. The problem with being roommates, and being in close proximity to each other all the time, was that it was hard to break certain habits that they had established while living together as a couple. Wei Ying frequently found himself tempted to hug or kiss Lan Zhan whenever he was in his proximity, or found himself craving his support or affection when he was feeling stressed. Those obviously weren't things that Exes were supposed to do, and Lan Zhan shouldn't have to take care of him now, after they had separated. He was probably getting impatient to get rid of Wei Ying once and for all.

Now that Wei Ying thought about it, this whole situation was really bad for Lan Zhan. It was his home, after all, and if Lan Zhan wanted to bring someone home, wanted to date or even sleep with someone, this new person would be greeted with Wei Ying hanging around the apartment for no reason at all. It would just be supremely embarrassing for everyone involved. Obviously, Lan Zhan couldn't bring anyone home as long as Wei Ying was still around. So Wei Ying had to stop making a nuisance out of himself and remove himself from the situation.

He thought about how to do that, but considering that he didn't have the money to move out, that mostly left one other avenue. (Asking Jiang Cheng to room with him was absolutely out of the question, Jiang Cheng the traitor had made that pretty clear already.) The answer was using a dating app, of course. He just needed to find someone to date that came with a big enough apartment that he could move into. And then he would be out of Lan Zhan's hair.

Wei Ying had never used a dating app (after all, Lan Zhan and him had known each other long before they had ever started their romantic relationship, and there had been no one else), so he needed some time to figure out how dating apps even worked, and how to figure out which dating app was the right one for him.

The process was really annoying, though. There was so much he needed to do, add information and mark preferences, before he even got the first suggestions! And when he did, he rapidly learned that he really needed to curb his own expectations drastically. Few men could be called tall and handsome, particularly when compared to someone like Lan Zhan, and even the, well, not particularly attractive ones were hardly ever willing to cook for a partner. There were quite a few cute women, but inadvertently, Wei Ying found himself looking for someone a little... taller, more elegant still.

The ideal person should be funny, but not a clown. Confident when it came to voicing their opinion, but not overly assertive or overbearing. Able to deal with a teasing and the occasionally rowdy relatives. Affectionate. Good with animals. Culturally inclined. Not too much of a party animal, he was past that age by now.

These requirements were, apparently, almost impossible to meet, and the selection was accordingly difficult. A lot of people were superficially attractive, but checked none of Wei Ying's requirement boxes. Other shared Wei Ying's interests, but he still found it hard to build a connection with them. And then there were the people who just solicited him for sex. Those were often kind of creepy. And if he was honest, if he just wanted a good fuck, there was a Lan Zhan right here, whose abilities he knew only all too well.

(Not that he would ever do that. He didn't think Lan Zhan would ever want to sleep with an ex, and even if that was no issue, Wei Ying wasn't sure if his own already questionable emotional state would be able to handle that.)

He dithered around while using the app half-heartedly, not really able to settle on meeting any of the people he had talked on the app in real life. He wasn't sure if he really like anyone well enough to be ready for that commitment, and he wasn't sure if he was making good decisions, with his biased view.

But then he remembered that lived together with the possibly most unbiased person ever, and that he could always count on Lan Zhan's objective opinion. So, one day, he went to Lan Zhan and presented him with some of his potential choices, and let Lan Zhan study their profiles for a little while.

A short while later, the feedback came exactly as expected.

"This person is a workaholic and will not take the weekend off to be with Wei Ying."

"She spends all her income on luxury brands, be careful."

"This man is biphobic, Wei Ying."

The reasons were manifold, but always very reasonable, and Wei Ying found himself very grateful to have a friend like Lan Zhan. That left him only with one problem, however: he ended up pursuing none of the potential relationships any further, and was no closer to removing himself from Lan Zhan's apartment than he had been before. And that had been his primary goal, after all.

So his redoubled his effort to find a suitable new partner that would pass all possible hurdles. And then, almost by accident, he found a man who seemed to be his ideal type. He was tall and muscular, not ugly, but he often looked sceptical in many of the pictures he had uploaded. Still, he seemed to be a caring man with good friends and a good relationship to his mother. He knew how to cook, and when Wei Ying went out on a limb and contacted him, he was friend and respectful, and sent exactly zero unsolicited dick picks. All in all, this man seemed to be a good choice.

When he showed his newest choice to Lan Zhan, however, Lan Zhan looked at the profile for several minutes, put the phone down, and said simply, "No."

Then he turned around and walked away. Which was, for Lan Zhan levels, really, really rude.

"Lan Zhan?" Wei YIng cried, running after him. "Lan Zhan, what the hell?"

When he caught up with Lan Zhan, just before Lan Zhan could disappear into his own room, Lan Zhan levelled him with a flat look, and said, "I do not want to know."

"Don't want to know what?" Wei Ying asked, confused.

"Whom Wei Ying wants to share his life with," Lan Zhan replied, his answer clipped. "It is not me, so I do not want to know."

"Wow, Lan Zhan," Wei Ying gasped, actually feeling a pang of hurt blooming in his chest. "Is that really how little you care about me now? I just wanted to make sure I don't accidentally go on a date with a serial killer, and your answer is that you don't care?"

Lan Zhan looked at him as if he was an idiot.

"You broke up with me, Wei Ying, and now you want me to help you find someone else? That is too much to ask of me."

"You broke up with me, Lan Zhan!" Wei Ying shouted, getting more confused by this conversation by the minute. "What the hell? The least you could do is help me find a way to get out of your hair for good!"

"I never broke up with Wei Ying."

Lan Zhan's voice was quite, unlike Wei Ying's rather hysterical tone, but there was a sense of intensity in his words that made Wei Ying swallowed the rest of the tirade he had been gearing up for.

What the hell was Lan Zhan talking about, clearly he had been wanting to get rid of Wei Ying for a -

Wait.

Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan again, really looked at Lan Zhan. He looked at the slight shadows under his eyes that showed that he wasn't sleeping well. He noticed the slight droop of his posture, which Lan Zhan would have considered unforgivable at any other time. The exhaustion dimming the shine of his beautiful, beautiful eyes.

Lan Zhan definitely looked stressed, and Wei Ying had thought it was because he wanted to get rid of Wei Ying; the sooner, the better. He had thought that Lan Zhan had stopped caring about him, and that Lan Zhan was happy to-

Lan Zhan had said he had never broken up with him. That was not how Wei Ying remembered things.

"Lan Zhan?" he asked with a small voice. He already felt tears prick in his eyes, both out of hope and sheer terror, the possibility of having his heart broken once and for all.

It couldn't be true, but Lan Zhan- Lan Zhan looked so- he looked so sad.

"Lan Zhan?" he repeated once again, and his own voice cracked. "Do you want to date me?"

Lan Zhan looked at him in silence for far too long, and Wei Ying felt the tears spill over.

God, he was so stupid.

But then, Lan Zhan said, "There is only Wei Ying for me. There has only ever been Wei Ying. There will be no one else."

And Wei Ying was in his arms before he even knew what he was doing, sobbing like a toddler that had just scraped his knees on the playground.

"Why did you break up with me then, you stupid fool?" he blubbered.

"I thought Wei Ying wanted to break up," was Lan Zhan's answers, which was all kinds of non-acceptable.

(He was slightly mollified by the way Lan Zhan's arms found their way around his waist without hesitation, though.)

"Why would I ever want to break up with you?" Wei Ying wailed. "Lan Zhan is the best! Why would I want anyone other than Lan Zhan? No one else can even compare! Have you seen the people on that dating app?"

"You seemed quite taken with that man," Lan Zhan observed rather resentfully, but when Wei Ying lifted his head to give him a trashing, he caught the impish little spark in Lan Zhan's eyes.

"You!" was all he managed to say, flailing for a moment before he remembered how to pull Lan Zhan in and give him a long-overdue kiss.

"Don't tease me, my heart is broken."

"There is still time to contact him."

"Lan Zhan, I swear, if you don't-"

He didn't get any further than that, however, because Lan Zhan picked him up, pressed him against the door of his room, and kissed him in earnest.

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Two months later, Lan Zhan presented him with a neat little box, and in that neat little box was a elegant, silver ring that fit perfectly on Wei Ying's finger.

"This should should serve as a good reminder the next time you doubt whether I want you by my side or not," Lan Zhan said, the cruel man.

But he also gently kissed Wei Ying's temple and took Wei Ying's hand into his to admire the silver sparkle on Wei Ying's finger with the most happy expression that Wei Ying had ever seen on Lan Zhan's face. So Wei Ying deigned to let the tease slip.

There would be an opportunity to get back at him, after all.

As soon as his own neat little box had arrived, that was.

#kuro writes #the untamed #wei wuxian #lan wangji #wangxian #mdzs #prompt #Anonymous

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girlsjustwannagettheirblogback · 3 years

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OC Introductions!

tw, mention of: seẋ trafficking/seẋual activities/(psychological)torture/branding

Successful and rich, Eugene has a life many strive for. He's charismatic, yet most can see there's something, off about him. He has trouble relating to people, trouble fitting in. He knows he would be diagnosed with antisocial personality disorder if he ever were to get himself tested. In his teens and early 20's, generally friendless and unaccomplished, he found solace amongst other outcasts in the inceldom, but left the community after finding out he wasn't interested in women. Though he infrequently revisits the forums to complain about not getting everything he deserves, despite having the perfect career and pet.

Nowadays Eugene has more or less found his place in life, his money has allowed him to get a couple of plastic surgeries and build up a superficial confidence, he lives a career based workaholic lifestyle and even has a few wealthy friends with a shaky moral foundation just like him, who introduced him to an underground community from which he made a very interesting purchase.

Relationship with whumpee: Eugene can't really love like most people do, but he is extremely attached to Crimson, not as a human, but more like an object, or a project. Not experiencing the full range of human emotions has left him bored and understimulated most of the time, controlling Crimson makes him feel alive. It isn't far off to say that Eugene is obsessed with him, though he would never admit it. He's always thinking of new fun ways to pull his emotions into whatever directions he'd like, whether it's negative or positive. "As long as you're good to me, I'll be good to you" was the promise he originally made Crimson, in reality, Eugene is good to Crimson when he feels like it, and if he feels like mistreating Crimson, he will find a reason to do so.

Crimson used to be an extroverted, easygoing college student. He had a large circle of friends and was known to be outgoing and funny. But that was before his training, now he is quiet and obedient. His old personality destroyed, or at least, very very deeply buried. It took many months of intense, traumatizing re-education, but he was trained by the best. Experimental procedures have left him with little memories of his old life. Now he follows his Master's every command, even when it disregards his own health and well-being. His own thoughts, feelings, his very consciousness he considers a disorder, a nuisance that gets in the way of being the perfect subservient he is supposed to be, something he was taught he must ignore.

Relationship with whumper: Eugene was nice to him, nicer than any of his previous Masters have ever been. Not just nice, loving even, and it took no time for Crimson to develop feelings. But that was just in the beginning, no matter how hard he tries, he always seems to do something wrong, at least according to Eugene, and punishments follow accordingly. Crimson desperately tries to please his Master's every wish, hoping to get some praise or affection, sometimes he gets it, most of the time he doesn't. He is convinced however that if only he works hard enough, Eugene will be good to him like he promised.

Story Setting: Though this is a pet whump setting, it is not a boxboy universe, moreso a "Eugene is doing some very illegal shit such a buying a human being off a sex trafficking ring" universe. This is set in the normal, modern world where that kind of stuff is generally looked down upon. And so Crimson is a secret to most people, only a handful of Eugene's friends, some of which have pet whumpees themselves, know about Crimson. Sometimes this small community likes to have little get togethers where they show off their pets to one another.

The underground "corporation" that trained Crimson is very well known in their niche for producing some of the most obedient male specimen the market has ever seen. Little is known about their methods, but at the end of the training successful products get branded with their logo, which, due to the companies good reputation, greatly increases their value.

Day-to-day Activities: Eugene is in the office 9-5 for 4 days a week, and works one day from home. Leaving Crimson with a lot of alone time. If he's been good, he may walk around the house, listen to some LP's and read a book. However he may never, under any circumstances:

Get food/drinks without permission

Get sleep without permission

Self pleasure without permission

Use the computer, especially not the internet

Watch TV

Go outside

If Crimson has been bad however he spends that time alone in the basement, in chains if necessary. Either way the isolation always gets to him and he is more than happy to do anything for some attention when Eugene is home.

#oc introduction #whump #whump oc #I can make all this but I cant do homework #its the ADD babey!

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official-weasley · 3 years

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Meant to Be (Charlie Weasley x OC)

What happens when Bill brings home a girl and Charlie is completely awestruck by her?

WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol, curse words

CHAPTER 6

Charlie

One year later...

“Good morning.” I sang opening the door to the nursery.

“Charlie, hi!” Tina almost banged her head on the counter, getting up. “You’re early.”

“Did you sleep here again?” I frowned at her.

“No. I just dropped a bottle on the floor.” She was one of the clumsiest people I know. She reminded me so much of my friend Tonks from Hogwarts, except that her hair was black and not hot pink. “You know he can live without you for more than 5 hours.”

“I know. But I missed him and I couldn’t sleep anyway.” I looked at the clock on the wall.

Half-past five in the morning. I already came in later than usual.

“Okay. Let me take you to your son.” She chuckled and stepped away from the counter. “If he’s still sleeping and you’ll wake him up, you’ll be dealing with him, I’m warning you.”

“I know. I don’t mind.” I smiled.

I followed her through the corridor and waited for her to unlock the door.

“It definitely doesn’t sound like he’s sleeping.” I placed my hands on my ears to muffle the sound.

“He’s doing really well this week.” Tina said proudly.

“Hi, Aami. How are you, little guy?” I approached the fence slowly, my hand in front of me.

“Perhaps a few more days and we’ll be able to do a gender reveal.” I turned around at Tina’s words, sparks in my eyes.

“We can do a gender reveal cake then.” I giggled to myself.

“What?” Tina asked confused.

“It’s something Muggles do, I’m told.” I kneeled next to him, admiring his every move.

“Your dad told you that?” She laughed.

I hummed in reply, not taking my eyes off Aami.

“Isn’t he the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, Tina?” I said in a dreamy voice.

“I would say he got it after you, but it looks like he only got your stubborn personality.” She joked.

“Ha-ha.” I rolled my eyes at her. “Do you think he’ll ever fly?”

I slowly extended my arm through the fence so I could touch his beautiful crimson wing. Aami was collateral damage when Victor Krum accidentally made the Chinese Fireball step on her eggs while he was retrieving his golden egg. Aami’s egg was cracked but he somehow survived thanks to Tina.

She was the nurse who took care of eggs and helped premature hatchlings to grow strong. Then we had a team who would train them and help them fly. The mother dragon is usually supposed to do that but if the baby doesn’t hatch next to her, she doesn’t want it. That’s where our team steps in and helps them with everything, from feeding to firebreathing and flying.

Aami’s left wing was badly hurt due to the egg’s collision with the ground and was growing slower than his right one. Even though Tina was optimistic and said that he is showing progress every single day, we still didn’t know if his wing would ever fully grow. If it doesn’t, he would never be able to fly.

I don’t blame Viktor for what happened that day. I was watching him retrieving the egg and I know he didn’t do it on purpose. It happens. It was more our fault that we brought our mother Fireball to the tournament. It was a bad idea.

She was one of the most stubborn and untamed dragons but the Ministry insisted. We shouldn’t have allowed it. She was too attached to her eggs and she snapped, stomping on them in the process.

Aami’s wing might be damaged but we considered him lucky, even though his mother rejected him once we started taking care of him. At first, I was helping Tina because I felt bad for the little guy and I was really hoping that he’ll make it but he grew on me so quickly. With his fire-coughing and his playfulness and his green eyes. He was perfect.

“I don’t know, Charlie. His wing is still underdeveloped and even though it’s growing slowly it’s still not even close to where it should be for his age.” Tina’s face was creased in a sad expression.

I know she cared for him just as much as I did.

“I’ll be here every day until I’ll be able to take you flying.” I turned back to Aami and whispered to him.

“He’s lucky to have you.” Tina stepped closer to us and placed her hand on my shoulder. “You’ll make a great dad one day.”

“Thanks.” I murmured.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” I stood up and reached for the bag I brought with me. “I got you some fresh chicken blood and 10 bottles of brandy. I know it’s not much but…”

“It’ll do until the next supply crate tomorrow. Thank you, Charlie.” She took the bag from me with a smile on her face.

She took out one bottle and a bag of chicken blood, gave it to me, and exited the room to give us some alone time.

I carefully took the empty bowl away from Aami and poured the contents from the bottle and the bag into it and returned it to him. I laughed at his hungry eyes.

“Here you go. Have at it.” I sat down next to his small enclosure and hugged my legs, placing my head on my knees. I felt so calm when I was watching him eat. It was my new favorite activity. Is this how it feels like when you have children? Because if it does I won’t be able to take my eyes off them.

I stayed with him until he fell asleep. I got up and quietly exited the room and went back to the nursery reception.

“There he is. Our Fireball Mother!” Peter mocked me, leaned on the counter.

“Good morning, Peter.” I ignored his remark.

Ever since I started taking care of Aami he and the mates from my team have been teasing me. Taking care of baby dragons is something women usually do around here and they found it funny how invested I was. I didn’t care because I knew they would never understand me and I enjoyed doing it so much that the fact that they called me the Fireball Mother didn’t even bother me.

“Should we transfer you to the nursery, since you’re here every morning?” He smirked at me.

“Don’t tempt me.” I pointed my finger at him.

“Your team misses you.” He looked up at the clock above me.

10 past seven.

“Fuck, I’m late for work!” I started towards the door.

I’m never late for work!

“Relax.” Peter extended his arm to stop me. “I know you were with the little Fireball. Count it as work.” He winked at me.

“Thank you, Peter.” I said thankfully.

“If you want I can make this your part-time for the time being. I’m sure your team will be able to handle the workload without you until we move Aami to his habitat.”

Did I mention that he was the best boss ever?

“I would love to, but I can handle both, Peter. Thank you for the offer.” I smiled faintly and took a step forward.

“Look, Charlie.” He stopped me yet again. “I know we are teasing you all the time but it’s only because you’re the youngest even though you are the most talented. I know this means a lot to you and since you didn’t go home for Christmas this year I couldn’t help but notice that you are working yourself even more than you did last year.”

He wasn’t wrong but I stayed quiet.

I didn’t know what to tell him. I had my reasons why I hadn’t taken a day off or visited my family for any of the holidays for the past year.

“How about you join your team at 8 for the next few weeks and be with the little guy in the morning. Call it your time off.” He winked at me. “I don’t know what goes on in that red-haired head of yours but it can’t be healthy to work yourself so hard.”

I blinked at him. I didn’t know how to reply. I didn’t expect this from him. Peter was the oldest in the Sanctuary. He was 48 and I looked up to him more than to anyone else here but we never talked about stuff like this. He teased me that I should take time off and he joked that I was a workaholic a couple of times but I never actually thought he was worried about me.

I know they teased me all the time because I was the youngest of the group and I didn’t mind that they did. We had a great time and I loved them all. But I was taken aback by his short speech.

I was fine.

I was doing okay.

I had the job that I always wanted and now I was taking care of this little guy which brought me so much joy.

What else could I want from my life?

My daily routine starts around five in the morning. I make myself some coffee and breakfast. Hike up the hill to watch the sunrise. Go to the nursery to check up on Aami and help Tina if she needs anything.

I meet my team at seven in front of my cottage and we make a full circle around the Reserve feeding the dragons. We finish around 12 every day so we go down to the tavern for launch. Then we go check on the mother dragons and see how the eggs are progressing. Then I assign a dragon to each in my team and we go and train them until four. We meet back up at my hut and go and feed them again.

Once we are done I go home to change my clothes and I either go for a run or another hike. I shower when I come back. Get some dinner and on the weekends we all grab a beer which usually ends up with me waking with a headache because it never stops after just one pint.

It might sound boring to some but I loved my work. It was busy but I love every minute of it. It’s true that I don’t have a lot of free time or take many days off but I really don’t need it. The hikes in the morning and the evening are my alone time and I don’t need more than that. I don’t even know what I would do if I had more time off.

“You know if it’s doable I would love to spend more time with the baby Fireball.” I finally answered him after a short pause.

He only nodded and finally let me go.

“Do you happen to know where my wife is?” He asked when I was almost out the door.

“She’s probably in one of the nursery rooms.” I smiled at him and exited.

Peter and Tina were one of the few couples in our Reserve. A lot of us are single, some have partners that work other jobs and have long-distance relationships. Most of us don’t think about it a lot because we don’t have that much time or the liberty to settle down.

We don’t get many recruits and when we do it’s mostly men so every time we get a new female Dragonologist everybody flips out and either scare her away or get slapped in the face. The latter happens more often.

“Where have you been, Charlie?” Andrew asked as soon as I reached them.

“Have you been looking after your son?” Theo made a kissy face.

I will murder him, I swear.

“For a matter of fact, I was.” I stuck my tongue at him. If he can be 35 and act like a child, I can be 22 and do so too. “I made a deal with Peter to join you mates at 8 so I can spend more time with Aami.”

“But you’re our team leader.” Evan looked puzzled.

“Can’t live without Charlie, Evan?” Theo mocked him. “We have the same routine every morning, I think we can manage.” He winked at me.

“It’s only until Aami can start his training.” I assured them.

I loved being the leader of a team and it was touching how much they listened to me.

I worked with 4 men. Evan, who was 28, was the only one besides me that was under 30. As I said before Theo is 35, John is 40 and Andrew is 32. Peter joins us occasionally in case we need a helping hand but they are all very skilled and good at what they do so we rarely have any problems.

I was so nervous the day when Peter told me he picked me as a group leader. I felt neither worthy nor qualified for the position and I thought they would all hate me for being their boss since I knew they were all older than me but nobody cared.

They obeyed and respected me since day one and I admired that about the Sanctuary. Here, age doesn’t matter. Talent, ambition, and skills matter. If you show how hard-working you are and that you are willing to learn and are good at your job, you can quickly earn everyone’s respect.

I told them that I would make a plan in the evening and pin it to the door for them to look through it in the morning so that they will know what to do while I’m in the nursery. Then we went to the storage room to get our protective gear and the food and we started our day.

—

“That’s it, mates.” I took off my gloves. “We’re done for today.”

“I can’t tell you how much I will enjoy my shower.” John smelled his shirt.

“That’s what happens when you’re not looking where you’re going and you fall in dragon dung.” Theo laughed at him and the rest followed.

“Meet you down for a pint, Charlie?” Andrew asked, his hand on my shoulder.

“Sure.” I nodded and we started walking down the hill.

“Charlie!” We all turned around when we heard my name.

“What do you have for me, Ernie?” I grinned at him.

Ernie worked in our Admission Office and was usually the one who brought us mail in the morning since all the letters usually arrived at the Sanctuary Owlery. It was for the safety of the owls so the dragons wouldn’t accidentally make them their dinner.

“I couldn’t find you this morning so I hold on to your letters.” He explained.

He handed me a handful of them. I tucked them under my arm.

“Thanks, Ernie.” I waved them all goodbye and made my way to my home.

As I was walking I looked through the envelopes. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t wait until I was sitting in my kitchen. I couldn’t pretend that I was waiting for a letter.

Tonks’. Mum’s. Ron’s. Ginny’s. Freddie and Georgie wrote separately to me which rarely happens. Nothing from Bill…again. I sighed and unlocked my door.

I put the letters on my coffee table and went straight into the shower. I didn’t feel like a hike. I wanted to go and grab a drink and be with my friends as soon as possible. I didn’t know what would happen to me if I was alone with my thoughts.

“Charles, what took you so long!” Theo slurred when I sat down next to him.

“How long was I in the shower that he’s already drunk?” I laughed and looked at Andrew and John sitting opposite us.

“What did I miss?” Evan sat next to me and sipped on his beer.

“Charlie is here, pretty boy!” Theo sang.

I shook my head. This is going to be a long night.

“I have noticed.” Evan laughed. “How is he already that drunk?” He leaned to me.

“I think the alcohol never leaves his system.” I joked.

“Look Charlie, it’s your girlfriend.” John smirked at me and when Andrew saw who he was talking about, he covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

I turned around and saw April standing at the bar. I sunk in my seat.

Oh, dear Merlin let her not see me!

“Will you ever stop?” I rolled my eyes.

“Who are we talking about?” Theo leaned on my shoulder and hiccupped.

“Nobody.” I answer quickly. “They are delusional.”

“We’re talking about April.” John said and winked at me.

Theo turned around so abruptly that I thought he was going to fall off the bench.

“April! Come here, April!” He shouted toward the bar.

April looked in our direction, smiled softly at me, and waved.

“Will you keep it down!” I smacked him over the head. “If she comes here, I will strangle you, Theodore!”

“You’re the one who slept with her.” Andrew mocked.

“Twice.” John made a kissy face.

“What is the topic tonight, mates?” Peter motioned with his hand that John and Andrew should make some room for him.

“We’re teasing Charlie about sleeping with April, twice.” Evan said innocently, holding two fingers in front of my face.

He was the one who was usually quiet when the rest of my mates were making fun out of me but I know he was enjoying it just as much.

“Twice?” Peter frowned. “Didn’t you sleep with her three times?”

I slammed my hand on my forehead. “They didn’t have to know that, Peter!”

Evan, John, and Andrew all looked at me, their eyes widened and they burst out laughing.

“Charlie, mate.” Theo leaned on his hand and looked me in the eyes. “Didn’t you say she’s bad in bed? What you sleeping with her so much for?”

“Are you in love, Charles?” John made a heart with his hand and extended his arms over the table.

“Bugger off!” I rolled my eyes. “I make bad decisions when I’m drunk.”

I then turned to Theo who was still leaning on his hand but had his eyes closed now. “It’s not that she’s bad in bed it’s just…” I swallowed hard. I didn’t know how to explain it because I knew that no matter what I say they’ll laugh at me again. “…we don’t have the right chemistry. There’s no passion.”

No connection, I wanted to say bit my tongue.

“Have you looked around, Charlie?” Theo laughed. “You don’t have that much to choose from.” The hand that he was leaning on finally gave in and he slammed his head to the table.

We all burst out laughing including him.

“Thanks. I’ll rather stay single.” I patted his head, pretending to care if he got hurt.

“You’re still young, Charlie. Never forget what you want and never settle for less.” Peter lifted his glass and we all followed his lead.

Never settle for less. It’s going to be hard to find someone after what I experienced last year.

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Just a Simple Lie

Chapter 7

Description: Having worked on small independent films for the better part of a decade, your friend tells you about an opening for a script supervisor with a large studio. Wanting to advance your career, you apply and get an interview. The only downside, they prefer to hire crew who are married. It’s just a simple lie, right?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, pining, fluff

A/N: This fic is simply for fun. I know nothing about the personal lives of the two actors in this series and mean no harm. I am also totally guessing regarding the studio talk. Comments, reblogs, and likes are always welcome.

Word Count: 3,959

Catch up with Chapter 6

“You so owe me. BIG time.” Travis said, getting into the Uber you ordered.

You had taken an Uber to the airport and grabbed another to go back to the hotel. Chris had offered up his driver, but technically that driver was paid by the studio and you didn’t want to take advantage like that. Besides, having a car on your own terms meant you and Travis could talk in private, minus the stranger driving you.

“I know. I know. And I appreciate you so much.”

When you texted him a week prior telling him you needed him to be your fake fiancé, he called you immediately. That call had been uncomfortable to say the least.

“So, let me get this straight. You told everyone your fiancé was named Travis? And then you showed Chris Evans a picture of me, Travis?”

“Yes, you, Travis,” you muttered. “It wasn’t on purpose. I wasn’t thinking and thought of you, one of my dearest friends. You should really take this as a compliment that I consider you husband material.”

“Ye-ah, sure. Compliment. What do you need me to do?”

A week later you were picking him up for the airport for his three-night stay in cold Vancouver. The plan was to get a room at a different hotel away from everyone else, but Monica had insisted on you taking the room while she bunked with Maggie who had her own room.

“Just don’t fuck on my bed,” she had said.

“What’s the plan today?” Travis asked.

The two of you had just gotten back to the hotel. Travis was laying across your bed with his arms behind his head.

“I’ve gotta be at the studio in two hours, so I thought we’d just hangout and catch up. We can order some food or eat at the studio when we get there.”

The plan was to have Travis come with you to the studio, meet everyone, and then head back on the shuttle bus to the hotel. He was then free to do whatever he wanted, but was not allowed to bring a girl back to the room. You didn’t even want to think about that scenario. It would frankly be a nightmare.

“Let’s order something. I’m kind of starving,” he said, sitting up and pulling out his phone from his pocket.

Monica, David,” you began, Travis’ fingers entwined with yours. “This is Travis. My fiancé.”

Boy, was that hard for your lips to spit out.

The fiancé. Finally, in the flesh,” Monica said.

“Thanks, for offering up your room,” Travis responded with a smile. It was too nice of a smile. You had seen that particular smile when you had been out with Travis. Your group of friends had called it his “take me home” smile. He needed to tone it down.

“Yeah. No problem,” Monica said, apparently not picking up on his subtle flirtation.

“So, this is the fiancé. ‘Bout time you came by for a visit.” David said, patting an arm on Travis’ shoulder.

“Trust me, I’ve tried, but this one won’t let me.” Travis said, putting his arm around your shoulders.

You scoffed and pushed on his chest. “You know that’s not true, babe. Our schedules just haven’t lined up.”

You and Travis always called each other babe, so saying it in front of your colleagues, no, work friends, wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Well, either away, it’s good to see her smile about something other than work. Are you as big of a workaholic as she is?” David asked.

“No one loves working more than this one. But she keeps me motivated, so I can’t complain,” Travis said, kissing your temple.

This is going better than I thought.

Hugh, the assistant director Steven, and Travis were all huddled together discussing shop. Travis was still and up and comer so he wanted to pick their brains since they both worked on major studio projects. You took the time to go over the scenes for today. Having found an unoccupied chair, you envisioned the scenes in your mind as you read through them. It was something you always were able to do and it worked well in your favor.

“Travis go home already?”

Chris

“Funny,” you deadpanned. “Yeah, he said it’s too cold here. Turned right back around for the airport. He’s one of those odd ones that’s actually from Los Angeles.”

Chris grinned, taking a seat on the table next to your script.

“That him talking to Hugh?” Chris asked pointing in the direction of the three directors.

“Yep. That’s him.”

Travis looked up and saw you looking in his direction. He raised his hand and gave you a wave. Boyish smile present on his face. He was good at that. Of course, you two had been friends for a long time, so it wasn’t too hard to pull off. He said something to Hugh and Steven and then jogged over to you.

“Hey babe,” he said, stopping in front of you.

Chris hopped off the table and got to his feet. Travis stuck out his hand.

“Travis, this is Chris,” you said as the two men shook hands.

“It’s great to meet you, man. Love you work.”

You internally rolled your eyes. You really hope he wouldn’t fan boy out and you could tell Travis was just on cusp.

“Thanks, man,” Chris replied.

What’s with the word man? Must be a guy thing.

“What time did ya get in?” Chris asked.

Travis looked at you. “Like, ten. Right, babe?”

“Yeah. Picked him up and we ordered some lunch before coming here,” you smiled back at Travis before looking at Chris.

Chris nodded his head absentmindedly. This whole interaction just felt weird and you couldn’t figure out why. It didn’t feel this way when you introduce Travis to the others, but you kind of just wanted to run away now.

“Travis is actually going to take off though. You’re going to nap, right Trav?” You got to your feet and wrapped an arm around his back.

“Yeah, figured I’d nap for a bit and then maybe go explore the area while I wait for you to get back.”

“I’ll call you when I’m on my way back,” you said, leaning into his side. Travis wrapping his arm around your front, giving you a squeeze.

Travis turned to face Chris offering him his hand again. “I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“For sure. ‘M having people over tomorrow actually, so I’ll see you there,” Chris replied.

He is?

“You are?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah,” Chris gave you a questioning look. “It’s a whole thing.”

You honestly had no idea what the hell he was talking about, but you weren’t going to have that conversation in front of Travis.

“Cool. Looking forward to it.” Travis looked back at you. “Walk me out honey?”

You nodded your head, and then looked back at Chris. “Be back in a few.” Chris nodded before heading to the table that held coffee and hot water for tea.

When you were safely out of view from prying eyes, you pinched Travis’ side. He yelped and released his hold on you, rubbing the offending spot with his hand.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“You need to control those flirty eyes of yours.”

Travis shook his head but kept pace along side of you. “I didn’t flirt with Chris.”

“Good one Trav,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “I’m talking about Monica. I work with lots of pretty people. You need to rein in the flirtiness. I don’t think you even know when you’re doing it.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “I love you, button. My eyes are only for you.” He touched his free hand to your nose. “Boop.”

You chuckled lightly and shook your head. “No wonder we didn’t work out.”

“Ouch! That hurt.”

“No, it didn’t,” you replied.

“You’re right. It didn’t,” Travis chuckled.

You snuggled into Travis’ side while you waited for his hired card in the cold. To anyone walking up to your exchange, they would buy that you were indeed a couple. The two of you were just close. It was no wonder his name was the first to pop in your head when you needed a name for your fiancé. You were lucky to have him as your friend and even luckier that he didn’t have anything going on this week.

“I’ll shoot you a text when I’m on my way,” you said, patting his head.

“Have fun at work dear!” he called, getting into the car.

You blew him a kiss before going back inside.

Filming had ended for the day which was great because you were beat. Waking up early to pick up your fake fiancé from the airport really took a lot of a girl. You sent a text to Travis to let him know you were on your way back.

Travis: I’ll order more food

Y/N: Chinese?

Travis: Anything for you dear

You chuckled to yourself, sliding the phone into your back pocket.

“What’s so funny?” Chris said, approaching you.

“Uh, nothing. Travis said he was ordering more food. That man can really put it away.” Chris hummed in reply. “So, you’re having people over tomorrow?” You gave him a questioning look.

“Well, I’d like to get to know this young man that plans to marry my friend. Figured having you guys and some others over would be a good idea.”

“He’s not that much younger than me. You really need to knock it off.”

You weren’t sure why it bothered you so much, but it did. It was such a double standard. What if you and Travis were really together? Him being five years younger wasn’t that big of a deal. Plenty of guys date and marry women ten or twenty years their junior.

Chris held up his hands in surrender. “I was only implying that he is a young man compared to me.”

“Yes, because you’re so old Mr. Evans,” you sassed.

“Older than you.”

“Ah, yes. That’s true. A whole what, four years? Tell me about the world, old wise one.”

“You offend me greatly, Y/N. I’m having a special get together in your honor and this is how you treat me.”

“Shuddup,” you mumbled.

“Make me,” he replied. Roughness ever present in his voice.

You let out a slow breath. He was too close to you. So, damn close.

“I, ah. I ah…have to go,” you stuttered out. “See you tomorrow?” You chuckled. “Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You started to walk away. “See you tomorrow morning.” You were nearly to the exit and still couldn’t get your damn head on straight. You turned around to face him in the distance. “Night, Chris.”

Fuck me. I mean, really.

Thank goodness for an outdoor shoot, even if it was cold out. You bundled up as much as you could and still have the ability to walk. Keanu was filming with Maggie this morning on a couple of scenes, then she was shooting one scene with Chris before you wrapped for the day. You had some work to do back in your cubical slash office, but that was only because it was impossible to work with Travis in the room. He was technically on vacation, that you paid for, but you still weren’t going to ask him to turn down the TV. He was doing you this huge favor after all.

Since you were busy going over scenes with Keanu, Chris didn’t have the opportunity to talk to you for most of the morning. You sent him a wave from across “the stage” which was really just an open field. He returned it with a megawatt smile on his face. He sent you a text an hour later of him in makeup getting an open wound applied to his face. You sent him a GIF back of someone’s head in a toilet. There was such a comfortability there that you hadn’t experienced before.

You couldn’t get him out of your mind. This was not a good thing. Had this been another studio. Had this been another movie. Had you not lied to everyone you had gotten to know and worn your grandmother’s ring on your left-hand finger. Then maybe. Maybe you wouldn’t be scared out of your mind. Maybe you would flirt right back. Maybe you’d ask him to have a drink with you. Maybe you’d ask to see him after filming wrapped. Maybe in a year you could say that you and Travis called it off. But that couldn’t happen. How often did you keep in touch with the actors you had worked with? Maybe one. It was hard to do when everyone was working on other projects with a new group of people. He’d move on by then. Chris was too in demand. He’s too good looking. Too charming. There’s no way he’d be there a year from now. Let alone, interested in you.

Pressing the doorbell for the second time, Travis shook his head and turning the door knob on Chris’ condo door until it opened. Someone had propped open the door into the building, so you hadn’t buzzed to be let in.

“Trav!” you scolded.

“It’s a party. Relax.” Travis said, shrugging his shoulders.

Walking in, you waved as you saw a few people from the crew sitting on chairs and the couch in Chris’ living room. Kings of Leon’s Sex on Fire played in the background and you wondered if this was Chris’ playlist or someone else’s.

Maggie, Monica, Daisy, and Joe were our on the balcony with drinks in their hands. Monica spotted the two of you and motioned for you to come out there. You mimed a drink in your hand and held up the pointer finger of your other hand indicating that you’d be out after getting a drink of your own. Only one drink, of course.

You moved to the kitchen, spotting Chris, Keanu, David, and a few others from wardrobe and makeup. Essentially the people you interacted with the most.

“Look who finally decided to show up,” Chris jested.

“My fiancé is pretty. It takes time for him to get ready,” you teased.

Travis smacked your butt. “Not true. She couldn’t keep her hands off-” You cut him off by putting your hand over his mouth and shaking your head.

“Give this man a drink! Please.”

David grabbed a beer from the fridge and passed it to Travis.

“Thanks, man,” he replied getting a nod from David. “And thanks for having us over,” he said to Chris.

“Oh yeah. No problem. We all kind of like this one and wanted to get to know you.”

“Such flattery. Kind of like. You’re going to make my head explode.”

Travis wrapped an arm around your back and kissed your temple. “Not you, my love.”

He was good. You had to give him that. He remembered all the little touches, things you were totally forgetting. You leaned into him a bit more and smiled at your friends.

“Beer me please,” you said.

When Harry Styles’ Adore You came on, you knew it wasn’t Chris’ playlist.

“Whose phone is playing this music?” you asked Monica.

“Chris’ actually. He found your Spotify playlist and added a bunch of your songs.”

You were pretty sure your eyes had popped out of your head. Okay, not really. But you were sure you resembled a cartoon character.

“Again. I don’t understand why he’s single. Most importantly, why hasn’t he asked me out?” she whined.

“Um…Not sure. I think he’s just really professional,” you replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

“Well, I wish he would get a little unprofessional with me,” she whispered.

You chuckled awkwardly looking around the room. “Have you seen Travis?”

“I think he was talking to Maggie last time I looked.”

You nodded. “I’m going to grab another. Do you need one?”

“Of course. Thanks,” she replied.

Travis wasn’t on the balcony and he wasn’t in the living room with you, so you headed to the kitchen where the beer was. You spotted him immediately, a glass of dark liquid in his hand, one elbow leaning on the kitchen counter talking closely with Maggie. You rolled your eyes and shuffled to them.

“There you are babe.”

Travis looked up and held his free hand out to you. “Perfect. Y/N, come here. I was just telling Maggie about that script I got a hold of. Don’t you think she’d make a perfect Erika? She’s the right age and height.”

Maggie had the decency to look a little ashamed. Granted, you were sure nothing happened, but Travis was doing the lean in thing that no doubt led to the moving a strand of hair behind her head, which led to the hand hold.

Fuck, Travis.

“You know, babe, I haven’t read it in a while so I can’t recall at the moment. Could I actually talk to you for a second?”

“Sure, love,” he said sweetly. “I’ll talk to you about it later Maggie. We should exchange e-mails or something.”

“Uh, yeah. I’ll give it to Y/N to pass on,” she replied.

You gave her a tight smile and pulled Travis down the hall into the guestroom you had stayed in.

“Travis,” you said shaking your head.

His arms crossed over his chest. “What?”

“What?! Dude, you’re totally flirting.”

“I can’t just turn off the charm.”

“Could you at least try?” you asked. “I know you’re the one helping me out, but Trav, it looks so bad when you’re flirty. Why not just try flirting with me?”

“Ick! You’re like my sister.”

“Har-har. You’re so damn sweet to me.”

Travis pulled you into a hug. “You know I’m kidding. I promise to be on my best behavior.”

“I know,” you sighed. “That’s what worries me.”

You gave up on the whole one drink about an hour ago. You were on your third and it was helping. Travis was being very cuddly with you much to your relief.

Jonas Brothers’ What a Man Gotta Do came on and you physically clapped because it was one of your favorites.

“I'm not tryna be your part time lover. Sign me up for that full time, I'm yours, all yours,” you sang.

Travis grabbed your hand and spun you around causing you to erupt in giggles. He had always been into swing dancing. His mother owned a dance studio and he was required to choose one type of dance and he went with swing. You had no idea how to dance, but you had grown accustom through the years of Travis spinning you, Emma, and Joanna when he had the chance.

So what a man gotta do? What a man gotta do? To be totally locked up by you What a man gotta do? What a man gotta prove? To be totally locked up by you

“You guys are so cute!” Daisy cheered.

David along with Elaine from styling had both gone home in the last twenty minutes, but everyone else was hanging out in the living room. A couple of people sat on the floor. Travis and Joe sat in the two upholstered chairs, no doubt talking shop while Maggie, Monica, Daisy, Chris, and you all sat cozy on the couch.

“We should play a drinking game,” Monica suggested, handing you a new beer. There was a small cooler on the floor in front of the couch you hadn’t noticed before.

A sourpuss look flashed across your face causing Chris to chuckle. “Okay, that’s a no from Y/N.”

“What’s next for everybody after we wrap?” you asked, trying to change the topic.

“I’m filming in New Mexico. It’s a thriller, but I haven’t really read through the script.” Daisy said quietly. “I usually just let my manager handle all that.”

Maggie raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

“I’ve got couple of months off. Didn’t want to jump into something else right away,” Chris responded.

“You and I will be on the next project they put us on most likely. David said they liked us as a team,” Monica said, bumping you with her elbow. “I don’t see it.”

“Bitch,” you said, glaring at her.

“You love me,” she replied.

You popped a shoulder while taking a long pull from your beer. At least they were considering keeping you on.

Lizzo’s Cuz I Love You started to play on the speakers.

“Turn it up!” you shouted. When everyone turned to look at you, you ducked your head. “I really like Lizzo. Okay?”

“I don't know what I'm gonna do. I'm crying 'cause I love you, oh. Yes, you,” erupted from your mouth.

Maggie gasped out a laugh.

“It’s the best part of the song,” you replied bringing the bottle to your mouth once again.

Conversations continued, but when the chorus started again, Monica, Maggie, and Daisy all joined you.

“I'm crying 'cause I love you, yeah. I'm crying, hey,” the four of you sang out.

Chris gave you the most endearing smile causing you to lose any focus you may have had.

“What?” you asked softly.

Chris shook his head lightly, bumping his knee against your own. “You’re just cute.”

The chorus came around again and you sang it along with the other three, but your eyes were on Chris. “Cause I love you…” His eyes widen and you realized your error. You turned your head to Travis who was still deep in conversation with Joe. “Trav, I think we should head back to the room.”

He looked to you, seeing the worry in your eyes. “Everything okay babe?”

“Ye-yeah. I just want to spend some more time with you,” you said getting up from the couch.

A chorus of oohs echoed around the room. You promptly stuck your tongue out and spun around. Okay, it was safe to say you were a little drunk.

“Cars ordered. Says the driver is ten minutes out.” Travis said holding up his phone to you.

Chris promptly got up, turning his back to you as he promptly moved down the hall. “I’ll grab your coats,” he yelled over his shoulder. You were about to offer to help, but Travis offered before you could.

A minute later the two men were back. Travis promptly helping you with your coat. You gave Chris a hug but it was awkward as he hands just lightly tapped your back. It was an impersonal hug and you knew he was doing it for Travis’ sake. The two of you had been pushing boundaries without even trying.

Travis was on his way home and you were at work. The two of you had stayed up late as you confessed your feelings about Chris. Travis, the ever-supportive friend held your hand throughout as you relayed your fears about your job and your heart. That’s the funny thing about love, you never truly knew how the other felt. Love involved risks.

Chris was back to texting you several times a day. When Travis was in town, he didn’t text at all as he wanted to give you and Travis time together. Neither of you spoke about the get together at his place and you took at as a sign that it was all one sided. Filming would be ending soon and everyone would be back in Los Angeles where the spell would be broken. You lived in California full time and Chris was in Massachusetts eighty percent of the time. You wouldn’t see each other. In a matter of months, he’d be promoting this film and you’d be on to the next one.

Chapter 8

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labetalol · 4 years

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nana manga stuff:

takumi is as always. shitty. but hes extremely charismatic. but hes still shitty. i do find myself laughing over some stuff he says. he is funny and charismatic but of course, and i cannot stress this enough, a dickwad. like i love the whole nonchalant long haired serious workaholic but also he cheats on his pregnant wife regularly and demands sex from her when shes not into it, hes very manipulative and controlling and its like... he is the villain of the story- but i find solace in that nana remained with him until their kids older. i know she wanted to divorce him but she.. stayed so i can only hope to god he somehow changed and treats her right now. hachi deserves the world <3

ren.. darling why are you all of a sudden in reira's business? like. i know everyone in trapnest is strongly tethered to reira, and honestly i like reira and rens relationship, sorta brother sister type, where ren complimented her and only plays guitar for her and she helps him, keep him company, saves him from himself (his addictions). but like. nana. i love nana o. but like, her and rens relationship.. they want too much from each other but wont be willing to give back. so honestly, i know their love is strong but sometimes too strong can kill

i love hachi, i know so many people hate her saying she never grows up, learns from her mistakes, etc. but i think... she did develop, knowing that her heart and mind may want different things, that the decisions she has to make needs to be smart now knowing she has a child to take care of. she may love nobu but she knows takumi can ensure her daughter is happy, which although costs hachi her own happiness

that being said, with nana, i feel like she is the one that doesn’t learn from her mistakes- i love her but she exploits people so much and is very manipulative, and although she gives the air of a smart, confident woman, she inside is very naive, afraid, dependent on others. she has a lot of trauma and it holds her back, but she never acknowledges it, so because of that, she never grows. i hate how she sorta forces nobu to keep his heart open so ‘inevitably when hachi comes back’ nobu can take her in, once again having her back in nana’s yard again. i also hate how she treats ren and how ren treats her back. ren finds emotional support in other women, nana finds emotional support in other men. they don’t rely on each other, so are they really together? they have this crazy unburning love, but they can’t ever give it to each other. its like... their personalities both don’t have room for relationships, unless they were in the same band, always together. even then, i think they’d get tired of each other, because their love is so quick and fast

i feel so bad for nobu, and in turn, he gets with someone who i think is rather toxic for him- i don’t think asami and him love each other- rather, its the best theyre gonna get at this point. nobu tolerates asami’s sex work, asami tolerates nobu’s lingering feelings for hachi. i don’t necessarily want hachi and nobu to get together but they are definitely better matched than nobu x asami. anyway, i think nobu needs to just... chill out and not date for a while. grow, mature... yknow?

shin is so young and i honestly hate the whole shin x reira thing. its... its child sex work, its pedophilia???? thats it???? reira is emotionally immature, shin is literally immature although mentally, it can be argued hes a lot older. but no, hes still a kid and reira shouldve never got involved with him. i know there’s other relationships like this, like young hachi x asano, and i despise that too! it shouldn’t be ok because reira is a woman- women can still be predators. but knowing her, she didn’t do this in an explicit predatory way, but rather she had no one else- she was in love with takumi, she relied and supported ren, she dated yasu out of spite almost. i think she also just needs... to accept herself first before she starts dating. get over takumi and whatnot

#nana #writing

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What Hogwarts houses do you think the charmed ones are in?

hmm okay

so for starters i think prue is a slytherin, less because of the whole workaholic factor / bitchy character thing, but more because of how fierce she is to protect her family. they are her chosen circle and she will protect them to her dying breath. which i know gryffindor is sort of more the “loyalty” house, but imo it’s much more of a slytherin thing to have a really small close circle that is meticulously selected who you will be endlessly loyal to. on top of that, her undeniable ambition, especially at the expense of her own happiness. gryffindor is about chasing you passions, ravenclaw is following your mind, hufflepuff is doing your due diligence, but only slytherin is going into something you really don’t even want to do but still putting in endless effort into it because you have to be the best. we see a great example of this with prue and her jobs at the museum and the auction house. prue left behind her true passion of photography so her family could keep the manor, putting her love for her circle in front of her own personal desires, but that didn’t mean she trudged through her nine to five. she dedicated herself to her field and became one of the best, because that’s the type of person she is. we didn’t see her chase after her true dream until she was confident that the house was secure and her loved ones were safe, and then proceeded to pursue photography with just as much zeal as she did her previous work. on the darker side of the slytherin coin, we see her but her circle above the wellbeing of common folk in all hell breaks loose. when she needs to get piper to the hospital before she dies, she’s at her absolute most basic instinct. she launches people through the air not really caring where they land because she cannot let piper die and she’s willing to do whatever it takes make sure that doesn’t happen. and then for my third and final point, she’s the best at like a character study. she can read people and then work them to her advantage. she can easily get under people’s skin, or, on the flipside, pretend to be the person she knows they want to see, another very slytherin trait imo

then i would probably go and say piper is a gryffindor. like surface level i could easily go hufflepuff bc you know, she’s obviously a hard worker and all that but i just have to say gryffindor. because even though she was always sort of teased as the chicken of the family, she does have undeniable amounts of bravery, even before prue’s death. her speech to the elders in once upon a time?

i bet you guys think this is real funny, don't you haven't you taken enough from me? you have to send trolls to kick me while i'm down! i had a nice normal life once and you took that from me. you took my boyfriend, you took my life, the least you could do is leave me my freakin car keys. i am a good person, i am a good witch and damn it i would've made a great wife. and how dare you take that from me? i deserve... no, you know what? i demand that you send him back to me. you hear me? right now. i am going to stand in this very spot until you send leo back to me.

quintessential gryffindor. the gall, the rooting your feet where you stand, cursing out of a higher power, i mean hello? and she’s always been a bit headstrong. hufflepuff is more putting your head down and doing the work because you know it’s right, gryffindor is a little different. piper’s work ethic comes from her heart, if she puts effort into something, it’s because she holds a passion for it. if she doesn’t, well... right and wrong go a little out the window. in brain drain, she was willing to barter with the source just so she could have a normal life. her heart wasn’t in it, ergo she had no desire to put the work in. a lot more gryffindor than hufflepuff to me.

and then possibly my most controversial take i’m saying phoebe is a ravenclaw because okay like think about it a lot of what she does is driven by sort of this curiosity this passion for the unknown and desire to learn more. she never knew her dad, so after high school she flew halfway across the country just to try to find him. she was the first one to discover the book, and the first one to dive headfirst into witchcraft. if i’m gonna cite some sources here’s a piece of dialogue from the painted world:

phoebe: you weren’t at that job interview surrounded by all those college graduates. you don't know how good it feels to be really smart. smart people are respected, taken seriously. and really smart women, forget about it. then again, you probably do know what i'm talking about. you have a four-year degree.

piper: so what? phoebe, i will never have the kind of smarts you have, no matter what i do.

so from this we can gather that phoebe doesn’t like being viewed as unintelligent. in fact, she really wants to be considered smart, she wants to be smart. to which piper retorts that she is smart, but more street smarts. phoebe knows things that can’t be found in a textbook, she can operate in society at a much higher capacity than her sisters; it seems like everyone loves phoebe. also, she can go toe to toe with prue in an argument, and that takes a considerable amount of brains. and then we go on to see phoebe enroll in college and graduate with a ba in psychology, and then goes on to return to college to get a phd in psychology. and, of course, on top of that, she’s the best spell writer of the bunch, writing 40+ original spells in the show, including the spell to vanquish the source, the most powerful spell the charmed ones have. very ravenclaw, if you ask me.

uhh but tragically i’m not gonna round this out by using all four house paige is a slytherin. now, you could argue paige for about every house but i’m arguing slytherin. bc okay. so much of paige’s life was about being the best person she could be for herself, you know? like her adolescence was very “stereotypical slytherin” with excess drug use, being goth and a dramatic fuck up to your parents, stuff you see on pinterest moodboards yknow. and then she becomes a social worker, which people would usually go to as like hufflepuff support. but like,, paige was Not like a hard worker at that job. she held a passion for it yes, and she did get things done, but she was notoriously late and behind schedule, and had a bad habit of vanishing for extra long lunch breaks (even before she was a witch, if i’m not mistaken). furthermore, her methods of getting things done are less doing the works in a solid and proper method, and more about cutting corners and using her own cunning to get it done in the most efficient way possible (i mean, she was the one to use personal gain undeniably the most). and this isn’t an insult! when she first got the book of shadows, she immediately took it to work and started using it in her cases. yes, this was “personal gain”, but she was doing it to help others. with the flipside being like she didn’t need magic & should probably have done her task properly so the use of it wasn’t necessary but like i feel like that only makes it more slytherin. and then moving on, her superwitch phase was obviously her putting herself in competition with prue, and her obsessive competitive need to be the best. slytherin. and then the next season she tried to dodge magic in an attempt to reclaim her life and find some greater meaning to herself. slytherin. her whole dynamic with kyle and being chill with him knocking out sheridan was very slytherin. in season 8, her whole early competition growing into flirty with henry is very slytherin. her dynamic with her father is very slytherin (calling back to what i was talking about prue, she has closely selected her inner circle and it takes a lot of work to get it. we also see this in early season four onward with her having trouble to come to terms with new sister living and accepting piper and phoebe into her circle.) what i’m getting at is paige is a very much a slytherin when you stop to think about it.

#yeah obvi this is based on my own personal perceptions of each house #but like #im right #prue halliwell #piper halliwell #phoebe halliwell #hp #💌#margaretanswers

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maknaesdancersrappers · 5 years

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Devoted 2

part 6

Overall warning/s: kinkier smut (eg. voyeurism, exhibition, etc.) character death, dark themes

TRIGGER WARNING: dubious consent & possible drug use

Just how devoted is Jaehyun to you?

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“So you’re trying to get pregnant, Ms. [L/N]?” Dr. Ahn asks after pleasantries, going through your chart as she sits beside you. She’s been your gynecologist since you were a teenager; she was nice and funny, kept you comfortable throughout your appointments, she spoke to you like a wise friend instead of a condescending adult.

“Yes. My fiance and I would like to have kids soon.” You fold your hands over your lap after smoothing out your gownie.

“Oh, congratulations! Well, according to your cycle, you’ll be ovulating in a week. If you had unprotected sex recently, you can get pregnant since sperm can live in the vagina for up to 5 days.”

“This early? I thought it would take months.”

Dr. Ahn shrugs her shoulders, “Yes, but you seem to have a very active sex life, Ms. [L/N]. If you think it’s too early for you to get pregnant, I suggest you switch to pills or use a condom; or just abstain from sex for a few days just to let your body adjust to the sudden change, but you’ll have a higher chance of getting pregnant with than an IUD. I can prescribe some pills later after we get this Mirena out - if you still want to remove it.”

“Oh...” You hesitated, “Is it better to have it taken out when we’re trying for a baby immediately?”

She nods, “If you’re worried about getting pregnant before the big day and having a swollen belly, I’d suggest we keep the IUD in. But it’s all up to you, Ms. [L/N].”

You were right about your colleagues throwing you a farewell party; giggling a bit as you finish your small speech of gratitude with a toast to top off the night. Your boss coordinated everything - much to your surprise. He always seemed strict during work hours; drowning in paperwork and phone calls when he’s not overseeing projects.

“[Y/N], you’ve made so many projects under the company, I’d like to have them compiled under one major portfolio for you. Consider it a token of appreciation from us.” Your boss raised his glass of champagne at you.

“Oh, sir, you don’t have to.”

“Too late, dear, it’s already in production and has been paid for. We’ll have it delivered to you.”

“Thank you, sir. But we might be moving soon, I’ll send the new address once we move.”

“Alright. Congratulations again, [Y/N].”

He moves away from you, and you’re willing to bet he’s slowly making his way back into his own office because he’s a serial workaholic, more than Sicheng and Jaehyun combined.

Kyungwon had hooked her arm around yours by the time your (former) boss had left and she nuzzles the side of your head, “I miss you already!”

“Kyung, we’re still working on a project together.”

She whines, making it obvious she’s drank more than she could handle, “Your last project! After that, I’ll be all alone until you steal me away.”

You hush her, although you’re laughing at her words, “Shh, okay, no one knows I’m starting my own company; let alone taking you away. I have to wait until I actually start it before I can hire you.”

Kyungwon nuzzles the side of your head while clinking your glass at the same time, “‘till the day comes!”

She murmurs about needing help to the ladies’ room and you sling her arm around you to haul to the bathroom. When she’s in her cubicle, you enter the adjacent one to take care of your own business.

“It’s sad that [Y/N] is leaving.” You hear a female coworker say after the distinct sound of the door swinging open and close.

This makes you blush; flattered by their sentiments on your resignation.

“I know! Jeongin from the accounting said the other guys will be re-hired now that she’s gone.”

This, however, makes your brows arch in confusion.

“Ugh, they shouldn’t be re-hired. They’re sleazy and misogynists!” Another woman grumbles, “Maybe if I had a powerful fiance like [Y/N], then maybe every other sexual predator in this company gets booted.”

You swing the cubicle door open and your co-workers jumped at the sudden action. They’re blushing, hands frozen on their faces as they were trying to powder themselves. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop! But… what are you guys talking about?”

Your co-workers, Jihyo and Nayoung, share a look with one another. Jihyo cocks her head at you, “Wait, didn’t you request Choi Jinho and the others to be transferred for being… inappropriate?”

“Choi Jinho?” You repeat. You remember him; he left last year all of a sudden. He was very affectionate and quite flirty, he liked to throw his arms around everyone - including you. “No. I was shocked when he left. He was one of the most sought after architects in the company.”

Nayoung scoffed, “Yeah, but he’s a serial molester. Rumor has it that it was your fiance that had him pulled out of the company.”

You blinked at them; it was highly possible that it was Jaehyun’s doing, but how did he even know? You never talked about Jinho at all to him. “N-no… I don’t know anything about that.”

“Well,” Jihyo shrugs her shoulders, “They’re all coming back since you’re leaving. Whether or not your fiance had anything to do about it, it sounds awfully coincidental, doesn’t it?”

It does sound coincidental, but given Jaehyun’s power and personality, he probably did do something about the sudden resignations and transfers of your former male co-workers.

“Regardless, we really are going to miss you, [Y/N]. Us women in the company felt a lot safer when you started working here, I just wish our boss wouldn’t re-hire those jerks.” Nayoung offers you a sad smile before stuffing her cushion back into her purse.

“Fear not!” Kyungwon kicks the cubicle door she was in open, startling all three of you, “[Y/N] can save us all!”

She stumbles forward and you worriedly called out her name while stepping forward to help support her.

“Kyungwon really has low tolerance, huh?” Nayoung giggles, taking Kyungwon’s other hand and draping it around her shoulders to help you with her weight.

“She’s also right, I suppose.” You paused, “Give me… a month or two. I’m leaving the company to start my own and I’m aiming it to be a predominantly female company. I’d hire all of you in a heartbeat if you’d want to join me.”

Jihyo gasps and claps her hands, “Really? [Y/N], that’s amazing! Of course we’d love to! I’m willing to bet everything is going back the same way it was before you entered the company now that you’re leaving. Haven’t you realized that the guys don’t talk to you unless it’s work-related?”

You did realize this, but you always excused it because Jaehyun often picked you up from work and accompanied you during functions or parties. You had his picture on your desk; anyone could tell you were off the market and that’s the reason why your male co-workers didn’t bother with you like they did with your other female colleagues.

“Now that you mention it…” You trailed off, casting your eyes downwards.

“You’re so lucky that you have someone who constantly looks out for you.” Jihyo sighs, “My ex broke up with me because he thought I was cheating on him, when really the guy kept messaging me even though he knew I was taken.”

If they only knew the real reason behind why Jaehyun did those. You gave her a sympathetic smile, “I’m sorry about that, Jihyo.”

“Don’t apologize, [Y/N]. It’s okay, if he can’t even trust me with guys that I only see as friends or colleagues, then he doesn’t deserve me. What’s the point of a relationship without trust, right?”

Her words pricked your heart for some reason, but you shrugged and nodded halfheartedly.

Nayoung offers to take Kyungwon home, after she heaves the alcohol out of her stomach and sobers up with a few glasses of water, and Jihyo volunteers to help her. They accompany you to where Mr. Kyung was already waiting with your boxed items already in the backseat and bid you farewell.

When you get home, you dropped your stuff at your home office and sat on the couch; too drained and tipsy to make it all the way to the bedroom. You don’t feel good - not in the sense you want to vomit after drinking. It was what Jihyo and Nayoung talked about in the bathroom. Did Jaehyun have control of your surroundings even at work? How did he even know? You had so many questions and it only made your head ache.

Staring at the 77” LG OLED TV, you frown at your reflection. Your mind is taking you back to three years ago: when Jaehyun had made it seemed you had a stalker. The fear is still fresh in your heart and it made the little hairs on your arms rise up. As if the world was playing a cruel joke on you, your phone rings and drained the color from your face. But instead of an unknown number, it was Yuta’s.

Calming yourself down, you pick up his call. “Hello?”

“[Y/N], I-I’m sorry, but you know how I invited Sicheng and Jaehyun out for some drinks?”

“...Yeah? Is something wrong? What happened?”

Yuta nervously chuckles, “Nothing… particularly bad. They’re just… really drunk and I was planning to book them each a suite at the hotel I’m staying at, but Jaehyun is adamant about going home to you.”

This alarms you; Jaehyun probably has one of the highest alcohol tolerance among the people you know. He could down beer and soju one after the other and still end up being a little goofy - but never shitfaced wasted.

“Oh my god, okay, uhm… I’ll text you our address.”

“Okay, thanks, [Y/N]. Don’t worry, I’m not driving. We’ll call for a cab.”

It was barely 11PM when you hung up on Yuta and it was just odd that Jaehyun would get that drunk so early in the night. Maybe they had more hard liquor than the usual mix he goes for.

An hour later, there’s a knock on the door and you’re sprinting towards it. Before you open it, you could hear Jaehyun arguing in slurred words that he doesn’t want to wake you up and he could open it with his house keys. Opening the door wide, you’re greeted by Yuta supporting both Jaehyun and Sicheng on either shoulder with a tired, apologetic look on his face.

When Jaehyun sees you, his face brightens up immediately. “Baby!”

“H-hey. You had fun, babe?” You stifle your laughter as he lunges forward and wraps his arms around you, hugging your figure as tight as he can. Turning to Yuta, you sigh “Yuta, I think you and Sicheng should stay the night. We have a guest room with twin beds for both of you and I’m sure I can find some clothes for both of you to wear.”

“Oh, maybe Sicheng, but I can still go home.”

“Please, I insist. It’s late and you look just as hammered as these two.”

Yuta finally relents and you usher them inside. Jaehyun slumps down on an armchair while Yuta sits Sicheng down on the couch and takes the space beside him afterwards.

You bring them bottled water; opening it for Jaehyun while Yuta does it for Sicheng. “What did you guys drink and how much of it did it take for Jaehyun to be even this wasted?”

The question was directed to Yuta, who was obviously more sober than the two, but Jaehyun answers anyways in a giddy voice, “The whole bar! Sans wine because there are hundreds of those there…. Oh, babe, I had the best scotch there.”

You hum, bringing the bottle up to his lips so he could drink water.

In your peripheral vision, you catch Yuta fondly watching both of you. “Must be nice to have someone waiting at home for you; ready to take care of you when you need them, huh?” He comments.

“Are you retiring early from the bachelor life? Your bachelor pad isn’t even complete yet.” You tease, running your fingers through Jaehyun’s hair to push it back from his face and he gives you a sleepy, childish grin.

“No, I’m gonna enjoy it a little longer. But I can’t be a bachelor forever, [Y/N].”

You excuse yourself to get clothes for them and brought back some shorts and shirts Jaehyun doesn’t use often. You direct them to the guest room where Yuta hauls Sicheng to the bed and promises to help him change after the latter whined about being too lazy. You wish them a good night and made your way back to Jaehyun.

As you close the door, you gasp to see Jaehyun already beside you, leaning his weight against the adjacent wall. “Babe! Oh my god, come on let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” He repeats with a chuckle, nose scrunching at you.

You warily eyed him, you’ve never seen him in this kind of state before - and that’s saying something. There was one time you both endlessly drank until you (just you) were throwing up and even then, Jaehyun was still his right state of mind to take care of you.

He holds your hand and lets you lead him to the bedroom, “You’re pretty.”

“I’m pretty?” You stop in your tracks, just a little past the doorway and turn at him with an incredulous expression. “The last time you called me pretty was seven years ago; when we first started dating.”

“I stopped calling you pretty?”

“No, you just used other adjectives.”

“Like?”

You feel your cheeks heat up, “Like beautiful, gorgeous, sexy… and the likes.”

Jaehyun cocks his head and grins, “You’re all of that.”

“Thank you, Jaehyun. Now let’s get you-” He cuts you off with a kiss, bringing his hands on your hips to pull you towards him. You entertain it for a moment, slinging your arms around him and even tiptoeing to push yourself up. But in the back of your mind, you remember the conversation with your former colleagues and you’re pulling away from him.

Jaehyun doesn’t get the hint and continues to press his lips on your skin, “I love you so much, [Y/N]. I’ve wanted you for so, so, so long and now you’re here; a few months away from being my wife.”

“I love you, too, Jae,” You try to stop him but he holds you with a firm grasp, “I think we should get to bed now.”

He hums in approval, bringing his lips back over yours all of a sudden; catching you off guard when he forces his tongue into your mouth and you could taste the variety of alcohol he’s consumed. He’s nudging you back until you’re by the bed and he pushes you down onto it.

“Jaehyun, wait,” Your eyes fall to the unclosed door, worried that your sudden guests would hear or need something and stumble into a salacious scene. You hate how that turns you on; how the idea of someone walking into you and Jaehyun fucking gets you wet from the get go. But you’re not keen on doing anything tonight; not when he’s too drunk and especially not after what the girls told you. “I’m not in the mood.”

Your words fell on deaf ears as Jaehyun hooks his fingers on the band of your pajama bottoms and underwear that you changed into while waiting for them and yanked them both off your legs. You try to shut your legs, but Jaehyun just wrenches them apart and dives face first into your pussy.

A gasp leaves you, your back arching off the bed and your hand shooting to grab hold of his hair. “Jae, please- wait a minute, I-”

He directs his attention to your clit; engorged and throbbing to be touched, sending pleasurable waves coursing through your veins with every lick and suck Jaehyun does.

Moments later, you feel him slip two fingers into you without any forewarning.

“You’re always so wet for me.” He grumbles, giving you a few more drawn out pumps from his fingers and kitten licks on your clit before standing to unbuckle his belt.

You take this as an opportunity to move away from him, scooting up the bed and sitting up. “Jaehyun, can you just wait for one-oh!”

He chuckles at you, grabbing onto your ankles and pulling you back near him; hovering above your frame with a mischievous smile. “Hi.”

“Hi…”

He just smiles at you; a lazy, mellow grin on his puffy face.

“Are you okay?” You whisper, touching his arms and running your hands over them in a soothing manner.

He nods, “I’m just happy.”

“I can see that.” You giggle for a second, eyes darting from his upturned lips to the hot, hard cock resting on your thigh, before your face falls. He’s acting really weird. “We should really go to sleep, Jaehyun.”

“But I’m horny.” He pushes your shirt up to expose your bare chest to him, “And you’re so hot. I can only get off on you.”

You bite down on your lower lip when his hands grab each of your breasts and gave each a good squeeze, thumbs stimulating your nipples until they were hard peaks. You look up at him, watching his eyes glint with lust at the sight in front of him. He looked so different… he doesn’t seem like himself - at least his persona of this age. It was like he was back in his early twenties, trying to get into your pants for the third time.

Jaehyun reaches over his head to remove his shirt, tossing it aside as fast as he could. He’s sweating for some reason, although the entire apartment is air-conditioned. His muscles are tensed when you hold his arms.

“Jae, are you okay?”

“Never better.” He grits out, capturing your lips into an open kiss.

When he pulls you closer, you could feel his heart beating drumming onto your chest. You pull away, “Jaehyun, your pulse is going insane.”

“Of course, it is.” He dismisses, pushing your legs apart. “It’s because of you.”

Feeling dismissed, you sigh, “Okay, Jaehyun, just one round - ah!”

You get cut off, loudly moaning when he surges forward and his cock pierces into you with minimal difficulty.

You woke up sore and aching; especially lower half. Last night, you came about five times after 3 rounds one after the other. Jaehyun was insatiable; unrelenting to your soft pleas for even a quick break. He just… wasn’t himself - at all.

With much struggle, you sit up the bed and pull up the sheets to your naked body. The clock on the nightstand reads it’s about 7AM which means you’ve been asleep for a measly 3 hours. You ought to take a shower; you slept drenched in sweat and not to mention both yours and Jaehyun’s cum dried up and crusty all over your nether regions.

A pained moan leaves you once you tried to get up; you hiss, “Damn, am I getting old?”

Holding the sheets to your body, you trudge to the bathroom but the door suddenly opens and Jaehyun steps out, paler than usual.

“Jaehyun?”

He jumps a little at your voice and he stares at you, wide eyed. He releases a sigh, eyes furrowed in the middle of his forehead. Before you could ask what’s wrong, he takes a step forward and pulls you into a tight hug.

“[Y/N], I’m so sorry.” Jaehyun mumbles into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

“What?”

He kneels in front of you, taking one of your hands into his and kissing your fingers repeatedly. “I’m sorry, baby, I really am. I - it was like I had no control of myself. I’m a monster.”

You hunched down and cup his face, “Jaehyun, stop, what are you talking about?”

“You,” He almost snaps, “You didn’t want to have sex last night, but I insisted. I forced myself on you; I-”

“Jaehyun, it’s okay.”

“That’s not okay, [Y/N].” He cuts you off, “You said ‘no’ and I ignored it. I’m a monster, [Y/N], I practically ra-”

You grabbed his shoulders, “Don’t even say it! I wasn’t in the mood in the beginning, sure, but I still enjoyed myself… you should know, I came a lot.”

“But,” He tries to argue, but you hushed him.

“You know I wouldn’t go down without a fight; if I really didn’t want to, I would have made it very clear.”

“But,” Jaehyun looks at you with doubt, prompting you to give him a loving kiss on the lips. “If you had resisted… I think it would have been even worse.”

You pull away at his words, trying to search for an explanation in his face, but he has his eyes looking down to his lap. Swallowing hard, you kiss his cheek, “Monsters don’t know what’s good and bad; they don’t apologize for what they’ve done. You have, though, you know what’s right and wrong. I’m not mad or disgusted by you, Jae, I still love you.”

He finally looks at you, “I don’t deserve you, but I love you, too.”

Pulling you into a hug, he kisses your shoulder over and over again while you soothe his back with your hands.

“Although,” You trail off, leaning back on your legs, “Last night… it felt like you weren’t even here. Y-you were completely different. What were you drinking last night?”

Jaehyun sighs, “Too much of everything… I’ll ask the guys if they remember what we had so I can avoid it next time. They should be hungry now if they’re awake. I’ll go make breakfast.”

“Okay, I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

He leaves you to bathe after sharing another kiss and you wait until he’s gone before you lumber into the bathroom and stepped into the shower.

As warm water cascades down your body, you let out a sigh of relief as you feel your muscles relax under the steam. You still had to question Jaehyun about what Jihyo and Nayoung had told you, but it had to wait until your guests leave.

You’re in and out of the shower in 10 minutes, putting on proper clothing after drying off and applying some moisturizer. You tame your hair down until you’re decent enough to present yourself in front of Sicheng and Yuta and you walk out to the dining room where Sicheng exaggeratedly calls for you.

“Jiejie!” He cries, “I wanted to eat your cooking for breakfast.”

“Maybe next time?” You sympathize, glancing at Yuta as he looks through framed pictures on the shelves with a steaming cup in hand. “Are you guys alright? I hope the hangovers aren’t too bad.”

Yuta shrugs at you, “Bearable. I don’t know about these two, they were hit the hardest.” He gestures to them with his mug before taking a long sip.

“Did we drink anything you didn’t?” Jaehyun calls out from the kitchen, pausing from his cooking to ask him. “Because I’m not humble bragging or anything, but I have a very high alcohol tolerance - higher than Sicheng.”

The latter cradles his head and sighs, “I don’t even want to contest to that.”

“Hmm…” Yuta gives it a thought, approaching the table and sitting beside Sicheng. “The rum one, perhaps? I don’t like coconut that much so I didn’t even try it.”

You made yourself a cup of coffee, frowning at what Yuta had said because you’re certain that Jaehyun had downed that in a minute. Peeking at him, with the way his brows furrowed and arms crossed while watching the soup simmer, told you that he did remember the drink. You walk to him and lean your head on his shoulder, “Was it good at least?”

“Yeah, it was.” He grumbles, stirring the dried pollack soup he makes for anyone with a hangover (usually you.)

“There had to be something in it.” Sicheng pounds on the table like it was a gavel.

Yuta sits back on his seat, “Like drugs?”

“It’s the only possible reason why Jaehyun and I were so out of it; I mean, if it were only me, then it wouldn’t raise suspicion, but the fact Jaehyun…”

“We should take drug tests, Cheng, and if we come out positive; then we’ll sue the bar.” Jaehyun turns the stove off and you help him serve the soup to them. After giving a hefty portion each to the boys, you and Jaehyun serve yourselves and sit across them.

Sicheng moans at the first spoonful of soup, “I still think [Y/N]’s version is better.”

You let out a little laugh while Jaehyun scowls at him, “We use the same recipe.”

But the Chinese national just rolls his eyes and continues to eat, Yuta on the other hand, nods his head as he chews. “Wow, is there anything you can’t do?”

“He’s annoying, isn’t he?” You teased, “I used to think he was too perfect for me.”

Jaehyun nudges your leg with his, shooting you playful disapproving look.

“No flaws at all?” Yuta wonders out loud.

“Of course, I have flaws.” He defends, “Everyone does. Don’t you?”

“Oh!” Yuta dramatically exclaims, “Ask all my exes.”

Everyone chuckles at him - even Jaehyun, to your surprise; it looks like he isn’t as apprehensive towards Yuta anymore. Maybe the night out allowed them to get closer, open up a bit more about each other rather than being business associates. You reach under the table to squeeze his thigh, making him glance at you, and you simpered at him.

He returns it with his hand covering your own to hold it momentarily before both of you resume eating and entertain your guests with stories from the night before.

Yuta and Sicheng don’t extend their stay any longer and began preparing to head back to their respective homes after breakfast, dressing themselves back in their soiled clothing from the night before and were gracious enough to throw the clothes they borrowed into the laundry themselves.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Jaehyun,” Yuta sighs, nodding at him and then at you, “[Y/N].”

“Don’t mention it.” You lean onto Jaehyun as he lays his arm over your shoulders, “It’s been awhile since we had people stay the night.”

“Until next time, then!” Sicheng jokes, tossing his coat over his shoulder.

“A tamer next time; perhaps we’ll tackle their wine collection?” Yuta raises a brow at Jaehyun.

He hums, halfheartedly shrugging, “Until a tamer next time.”

Both of you see them off and once Jaehyun shuts the door, you step away from him and walked away with crossed arms. This doesn’t go unnoticed by him, following after you tentatively. “[Y/N]?”

You spin on your heels and scowled at him, “Did you have my boss fire men at the company?”

He blinks at you, “Yes…?”

“Jaehyun! Why would you do that?”

“Kyungwon said they were inappropriate and disrespectful; not only towards you, but the rest of the women at your work. I had only suggested doing something about it in passing, but she seemed to like the idea.”

You reel back and let your arms fall to your sides, “Kyungwon?”

Jaehyun nodded, “Although, she was a little drunk that time… when we first went out to drink with her and your other colleagues. She was complaining about how one of the men kept trying to touch her. I had to do something, [Y/N], it would be for your sake, too.”

“Oh.” You felt guilty now; you were ready to give him an earful for meddling in your corporate life but now you know the truth, you’re admittedly a little speechless.

“Did Kyungwon tell you? I asked her not to tell you because I’m sure you wouldn’t like it, but-”

“No,” You shake your head, “She didn’t. I overheard it in the bathroom. It seems like they’re rehiring those people now that I’m gone. I’m worried about Kyungwon and the others now; I need to start the company now so I can hire them.”

Jaehyun frowns, “I can hold the rehiring until then, baby. For now, how about I handle on your start-up to make it a little quicker? You just worry about Yuta’s apartment and our new house?”

“Are you sure? You seem pretty busy these days.”

“I have people to handle the paperwork. They’ll need your approval and signatures, but that would be it.”

“Okay.” You bite down on your lip, “Thank you.”

He chuckles, tipping your chin upwards so he could kiss you, “Anything for my everything.”

Your arms slip over his strong built, pushing yourself to hug him and press your cheek on his chest where you could feel his steady heartbeat thumping. You feel his fingers combing through your hair while his other hand rested over the small of your back.

“Is something else bothering you?”

“I just wanted to hug you…” You murmured, “But… I suppose it’s bothering me that I feel so… dependent on you. I don’t even know how different my life would be without you. You solve all my problems with a wave of your hand or snap of your fingers - to be frank,” You abruptly pull away from him with a pout, “You solve it through your wallet.”

He sighs, “[Y/N], you know money isn’t an issue to me or my family. I understand it can be overwhelming and almost impudent to solve all our problems with money, but it’s more efficient that way. My family… your future family has a steady flow of income; enough to sustain our lives and those who need it.”

“Those who need it?”

Jaehyun cocks his head, “We have plenty of charities, and provide sponsorships and scholarships, [Y/N]. The Jungs aren’t that greedy. Each of us donate to our respective charities twice a year.”

“What’s your charity?”

He hesitates, “I regularly donate to a rehabilitation center that deals with people who need psychotherapy that cannot afford it and…”

“And?”

“I also donate to the Golden Acres nursing home.”

You gasp, hands flying to your lips, “Golden Acres? That’s where…”

He nods, “Your mother mentioned about how your grandmother had been there since you were in high school. Don’t you want to visit her?”

“She doesn’t remember me.” You sadly tell him. Your grandmother had early onset Alzheimer’s at the age of 62. Your parents were working so hard to even support everyone in the house that no one could take care of her. By the next year, they had decided to move her into Golden Acres where she could be cared for 24/7. “Or at least she doesn’t remember that I’ve grown; I’m basically a stranger to her.”

“But she was an artist, yes?” Jaehyun’s hands rubs your shoulders, “You got your artistic skills from her.”

“Yeah,” You let yourself smile; when you were younger, your grandmother always encouraged you to draw or paint when she’d watch over you for your parents while they were away. “I miss her, though.”

“Then let’s visit her one day. Invite her to the wedding; whether she remembers you or not.” He kisses your forehead and pulls you back in for a hug. “What do you want to do today?”

You hum, trying to decide until you remembered that it was Sunday. You jump away from him with a gasp, “We were supposed to meet with my parents and Kun today for dinner! I haven’t contacted him at all last week.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but chuckle at you as you briskly walk back into the bedroom. He saunters after you, crossing his arms and leans against the door frame while he watches you type on your phone. “Did you tell your parents at least?”

You glance up at him, “Yeah, of course I did.”

“So you genuinely forgot the man of the hour?”

You roll your eyes, hitting send after composing a message and picking out Kun’s contact number. “Okay, you know what? My mind has been everywhere the past couple of days; from designing a loft-type bachelor pad to a full sized home - that we haven’t even chose yet - resigning from my job and starting my own to save my female colleagues from pervs; cut me some slack, Jae. I can’t even start thinking about our wedding, although I really, really want to.”

He lightheartedly scoffs, approaching you on your seat at the bed and kneeling in front of you, “Baby, you know I was just teasing you. Don’t think about your company just yet, I’ll take care of that. How about we spend the rest of the morning planning for the wedding together and after lunch, we could browse through the catalogs of the Jung Properties’ real estate.”

“Sometimes I forget that your family is actually in real estate. You guys have too many business branches and different agencies.”

“We’re a conglomerate for a reason.” He gathers your hands into his and kisses your ring, “Soon, we’ll have a design agency under your name and ownership; which in retrospect, should be a smart business move. We have all these lands and properties, subdivisions and condominiums, yet we rely on other companies to build and design them.”

“So it all works out in the end?”

He hums in agreement, standing to his feet. “Well, should I get your laptop for you or do we work on our wedding in your office?”

Considering the fact that you’ll both not end up doing what needs to be done if you were to work on the bed, you chose the latter and he helps you stand up after you grab your phone. He holds your hand and swings them as you make your way to your office; grinning like a child and it’s so contagious that the same grin forms on your face.

In your office, he insists that you sit between his legs as he scoots further into your high back office chair to make room for you. Once comfortable, he rests his chin on your shoulder and wraps his arms around your waist as you open your iMac.

“You wanted an intimate wedding, yeah?” He kisses your neck, “So around 50 guests or less?”

“Does it sound too little for you?”

“No. What matters to me is that we’re both present with our parents. I don’t mind a civil wedding, either.”

You whined, “Where’s the fun in that?”

His chuckle reverberates onto your back, “I suppose. So at a church? Hotel function room? A beach? The casino?”

“We’re not getting married at the casino.”

“Hey,” He tightens his hold around you for a second, “Lucky 7’s function rooms are quite nice.”

“Doesn’t change my mind on it.” You shrug, “I can’t choose between a garden wedding or a beach wedding; so you choose.”

On the monitor screen, you pull up the pinterest board you’ve compiled everything wedding related and Jaehyun hums in contemplation as you slowly scroll through them. “How about a garden wedding with a beach view?”

You twist around to look at him, “We can do that?”

“I’m sure it’s possible.” He presses his lips on your jaw, “We’ll make it possible.”

“Okay, well if it’s technically a garden wedding, then I think it’s fitting that the theme would be a little casual, but still romantic.” You type the keywords into the search bar and show him what you meant.

“Weddings like these are perfect for spring.” He comments, “Would you like to set a date for when the cherry blossoms have bloomed?”

“It would be nice, but that would mean we’d only have 6 months or so to plan this wedding - and that’s if we make it our priority. We’re both so busy.”

He leans back on the chair and massages your shoulders, “Babe, you’re worrying too much again. Remember, we might be busy; but my mom won’t be. She’ll gladly take care of this as an event planner. She’s been waiting to plan my wedding before I even learned to walk.”

You snort at him, shaking your head in disbelief, but move on with the planning; “Would you like to suggest a color scheme? Don’t you dare fucking say black just because it’s your favorite color.”

He lets out a laugh, “Gray, then. Something neutral.”

“Garden weddings typically have purples and pinks for color schemes; like pastel shades, or lavender and peaches.”

“I like that,” He interjects, “Peaches or coral.”

You look back at him for a moment, “Alright, then. Let’s pick out some photos and print them out.”

As you save photos you both agreed on and print them out, Jaehyun makes himself a little more comfortable by cuddling you and pulling you flush against him. As you wait for the rest of the photos to print out, you run your hands along his arms, feeling the little hairs on them.

He mumbled something incoherent on your neck, tickling you slightly.

“What was that?”

“I said,” He pulls away a little, but his lips are still brushing against your skin as he speaks, “I can’t wait to see you in a wedding dress.”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach at the image of you in a flowy white dress, hair styled to your liking, walking down the aisle where Jaehyun waited in his own white dress shirt and black pants.

“Do you have any requests on what my dress should look like?”

“Anything would look good on you.” He leans back and forces you to lie back on him, “It could be the sluttiest dress ever or the most matronly piece - I don’t care.”

You shift to face him, cupping his jaw and moving your thumb over his cheek. His own hand mimics your actions, lightly caressing your thigh. There’s a comforting silence that takes over; lulling you closer to each other until your lips are pressed and melding together. There wasn't any urgency or desperation, nor was it hasty and in passing.

He took his time with you, nibbling on your lower lip and steadily bringing the soft flesh between his. The printer made a sound that signaled its’ done it’s job and he pulls away but you hold him steady, whimpering a sound of disapproval that makes him chuckle.

He continues to kiss you, running his tongue along your lower lip to ask for entrance and you grant it. Teasingly, he slips the wet muscle into your mouth and sliding it along your own. He tasted like coffee: a good kind of bitter with a hint of sweetness, the kind you get addicted to.

Your hand falls to his chest and you could feel his pulse with your fingers, beating steadily with calm thumps.

Both of you pulled away for air, resting your foreheads together. He has a ghost of a smile on his lips and you give it a little peck to make it wider.

“I love you.”

You’ve exchanged these words so many times already yet it never lost its meaning. It still sent warmth spreading across your face, made your stomach giddy, and made your heart feel full. “I love you, too.”

Jaehyun leans back down, opting to kiss your cheek while combing his fingers through your hair.

After a few more minutes of basking in each other’s presence in absolute peace, you break off from each other to pin the printed photos onto the corkboard you had hanging in your home office. It was a nice way to spend the rest of the morning before ordering lunch; it felt a little recreational but also exciting. By the time the food Jaehyun had ordered arrive, the board was practically filled with your ideas for the wedding.

You discussed it some more over lunch and he managed to squeeze in a little talk about the honeymoon, chowing down on your meals on the couch.

“Venice? Greece?” He feeds you some of his pork dumplings and you hum at both the savory flavor and his suggestions, “I already know a place in Greece I’d like to take you to.”

“Wherever, Jaehyun,” You roll your eyes, scooting your body closer to him and draping your legs over his lap. “I’m sure I’ll love wherever you’ll take me.”

“A month?”

You snort at him, “That’s too long; two weeks max.”

He pouts down as he mixes his fried rice around in the take-out cup, letting out a little grumble, “Okay.”

Once finished with your lunch, he volunteers to clean up the mess and tells you to go into his office, instructing you to open his computer and open the new email from their real estate office. You give him a quick smooch on the cheek, thanking him for cleaning up, and made your way into his office.

You sat in front of his desk; turned on his iMac, typed in his password, and waited for his mail to load when you pulled the window up. You weren’t the type to snoop or pry through his business life, but your eyes glazed over his other emails. It as oddly satisfying how he kept it so organized; having different email addresses for work, personal life, and such. But one email handle caught your eye; it was for a Jeong Yoonoh. For spam mail, perhaps? A little voice at the back of your head told you to open it, but before you could even reach for the mouse; Jaehyun comes into the room with a glass of white wine in each hand.

“Have you opened it?” He asks, using the back of his hand to close the door.

“Not yet,” You quickly clicked on the email from Jung Properties and stood up to let him sit before making yourself comfortable on his lap like earlier. You took a sip from the wine he offered and almost spat it out when he opened up the digital brochure on the screen, “These are all mansions.”

He hums, “Yes, they are. Too big?”

“How many rooms do we need? It’s just going to be the two of us.”

“For now.” Jaehyun chuckles in your ear, playfully biting your lobe.

You gasp, perking up from your seat before twisting around to send him a glare. “Don’t.”

He continues to chuckle to himself, browsing through the houses while drinking from his glass. “Don’t what, baby? We’ve talked about children before.”

“We still don’t need all that space.” You argue, mumbling into your glass.

“Yes, we do. We’ll need it for our private offices, a few guest rooms, our children’s playroom…” Jaehyun’s free hand runs over your stomach, “Our playroom.”

“We’re not going to have a playroom if we’re going to have children.” You flinch away from him but he holds you against him, making you gasp.

“You mean, we’re going to have children because of the playroom.” His hand has now unabashedly slipped under your shirt to cup your boob.

You put your wine glass down on the table, afraid to drop it. “You’re insatiable.”

He merely laughs, following after you and setting his glass by yours. “Have you seen yourself, baby? How aren’t you turned on by your own reflection?”

He reaches past you to grab the wireless mouse and opens the photo booth app, your bodies being projected on the monitor. “Look at yourself.”

His hands push your shirt over your chest and pull your bra down; his brows giving away his annoyance towards the clothing article. He’s watching the screen with you, using it like a mirror to figure out where your nipples were to roll between his fingers.

You let out a mewl, arching into his touch and holding onto his knees. The bulge in his pants grew beneath you, slotting perfectly under your clothed mound.

“Do you want to see me fuck you, [Y/N]?” He peppers small kisses on your nape, still kneading your breasts with his palms.

“I-” Your voice hitches when you began to grind on him, “I want you to record it.”

Jaehyun stops, “What? You want to make a sex tape-”

“Yes,” You whined, stretching your arm out to start recording on his computer before removing your shirt and bra.

“You’re such a naughty girl, [Y/N], hm?” Jaehyun dryly laughs, pulling you back against him and maneuvering your wanton body so his mouth had access to your chest. He licks your pert nipple a couple of times and bites the patch of skin by it. His hand had jammed itself past the garter of both your leggings and underwear, drawing a circular pattern over your clit. “You want to make a sex tape, yeah? What if someone gets a hold of the file, huh?”

“Then they’d see how good you make me feel; how you fuck me so good.”

An approving croon vibrates from his chest, sitting back for a moment to watch you grind yourself on him and although he’d love to put music on to complete the lap dance, he would have to ask you for one some other time. He gently nudges you off him, tugging at your leggings. “Off.”

You push your pants down with your underwear and toss them aside while Jaehyun just pushes his down enough to free his erection. He guides you to sit on his cock after giving himself a few pumps with his fist. Once you were eased in, he forces your legs apart by draping them over his knees and spread his legs wider.

“Smile for the camera, baby.”

Dinner with your parents and Kun had been going smoothly; you have to admit that even Jaehyun seemed to be enjoying himself while listening to Kun’s med school stories. You were midway through finishing your glass of sangria when your mother comments about how Kun and his family suddenly moved back to China.

“Ah,” Kun swallows his food and brings the napkin from his lap to wipe his lips, “It was rushed, for some reason. All they told me was they were both offered better paying jobs back at home; it would have been churlish to decline it, especially since it guarantees full payment of my tuition.”

You caught Jaehyun mindlessly nodding to Kun. You bump your knee against him and once he looks at you, you pointedly question his actions with a cock of a brow.

“Hm? Oh,” He clears his throat, “I would have done the same if I were in your parents’ shoes. No matter how great the sacrifice to be made is.”

Kun’s eyes glanced at you; he seemed melancholic as he agrees with Jaehyun’s words. You don’t know how to feel about his expression, choosing to busy yourself by cutting up your steak into even smaller pieces.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you and [Y/N] meet?”

Jaehyun chuckles and you’re already rolling your eyes because you know how he likes to answer this question.

“She slapped me with her hair.”

Your parents join him in laughing as if they didn’t know the story already while Kun was nice enough to bite back his own laughter. You huff, “We were classmates during freshman year. He tapped my shoulder to ask something and I turned to face him too quickly so my hair smacked him, okay?”

“I see.” Kun grins, probably imagining the scenario in his head. “Peculiar way of falling in love.”

“Love at first smack.” Jaehyun jokes and you step on his foot under the table, “Ow!”

“I could have ignored you, you know.” You threatened as if it would make a difference.

It was his turn to roll his eyes, “I would have kept bothering you, then. It’s not like I could ask the next table for help.”

Your father turns to Kun, “How about you, Kun? Any lady in your life?”

Kun’s face flushes into a soft pink, “No. I’m too focused on school and work. It would also feel weird to have a girlfriend while my specialization involves putting my hands between another woman’s legs.”

“How did you even end up in obstetrics?” You stab one of the steak pieces and bring it to your mouth, remembering how Kun got shy whenever you were in a promiscuous position while making out. Now he had to work with vaginas.

“My cousin passed away because of childbirth.” He solemnly admits, “It was a high-risk pregnancy and there weren’t any obstetricians in our hometown that specialized in it, so we lost both her and the baby.”

“My god,” Your mother gasps, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“It was years ago. She acted as an older sister to me, so losing her really left a mark. She’s the reason why I took up obstetrics. I plan to go back home to my country in a few years and set up a clinic there.”

You’re chewing slowly, trying to remember if he had ever mentioned to you about his cousin. You hear your name and you blink up at Kun, who was looking at you with curiosity. Swallowing, you cough a little, “What was that?”

He smiles, “You’re an interior designer, right? Doyoung mentioned about you working at a firm near the hospital.”

“I am and I was.” You wash down your food with a swig of water, “I quit my job a few days ago and I’ll be starting my own.��

“Soon.” Jaehyun quips, “Very soon.”

“That’s amazing.” Kun nods, “My dad had always wondered how that worked out for you.

You feel yourself blanching at the memory of his father the last time you saw them, “Your dad?”

“My grandfather, his dad, was an architect so he worked closely with interior designers.”

“Oh.” You lick your lips, trying to remain passive. Unable to shake the thought that if his grandfather was an architect, why were his parents so against you and your career choices?

“How are your parents, by the way? Did they move back here with you?” Your father inquires, reminding you that he and Kun’s father used to drink together with Doyoung’s dad.

“They didn’t move back with me, but they planning to visit for a few days next month or so. We should have dinner again with them.” He suggests and your parents express their enthusiasm towards him, “However, my mother…”

You peer up a him through your lashes when his voice trails off.

“She was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s a year ago. But don’t get me wrong! She’s doing wonderful, the symptoms are there; barely noticeable, really. She’s receiving therapy back at home and her lifestyle has completely changed for the better.”

You feel the urge to cry, remembering your own grandmother.

“That’s good to hear.” You’re grateful you mom reaches over to squeeze his hand before you could, “Although truly unfortunate; is it genetic?”

“I hope not.” Kun warily smiles, “I’m cutting back on a lot of potential vices, I keep follow a strict diet and workout routine.”

“No wonder you’ve lost weight.” You comment in an attempt to turn the somber mood around , finishing off your meal and putting your cutlery down. “I assumed it was from the all-nighters brought by med school.”

Kun chuckles, bringing out the dimples he had - dimples you remember loving. “Mayhaps that, too.”

Dinner shortly ends after sharing a small platter of seasonal fruits and you’re seeing your parents off as they enter their car. “Drive safe, dad. I love you guys.” You kiss your mom’s cheek through the open car window give a flying kiss to your dad.

“We love you, too, [Y/N]. You and Jaehyun drive home safely as well, okay?”

You pull away and wave at them, watching your dad put the car in reverse and drive off after nodding at you. Looking back to where you left Jaehyun and Kun, you feel uneasy at how they were conversing while sneaking glances at you. When you walk back to them, they both smile at you. “What are you guys talking about?”

“Kun was just telling me about that one time in high school-” Jaehyun sniggers and you gasp, smacking Kun’s arm out of habit.

“What did you tell him?!”

Kun yelps, reeling back and grabbing his arm. “I didn’t say anything!”

Jaehyun scoffs, “I was joking! He didn’t tell me anything… yet.”

You huffed, backhanding Jaehyun’s chest and he, too, cries softly in pain.

“Okay! I was just asking Kun if he could be your obstetrician - especially if there are complications in your pregnancy.” Jaehyun massages his chest with a pout, “I’d prefer having someone we both trust than just someone who’s just good at their job; so I asked Kun.”

“And I’d love to.” Kun adds, “I get to hold my nieces and nephews before Doyoung.”

You tittered at them, rolling your eyes. “It’s getting late.”

“Ah,” Kun nods to your observations, “I have an early shift tomorrow. Thanks for dinner. It was great seeing you again, [Y/N], and it was great meeting you!”

Jaehyun grins as he shakes the hand Kun offers to him, “You, too. We should do this again next time; you can tell me everything embarrassing [Y/N] did back in high school.”

You slap his shoulder, but he merely laughs with Kun.

“I’d love to! We should invite Doyoung, too.”

After a few more pleasantries, you and Jaehyun see Kun off as he gets into his car and drives away. Jaehyun opens your side of the car door for you and shuts it once you were seated inside before rounding to enter the driver’s side. While he starts the car, you put your seatbelt on and watch him with pursed lips.

He notices after he secures his own seatbelt, leaning over the center console to kiss you. He asks, “Are you okay?”

“Did you like Kun?”

Jaehyun laughs, sitting back properly to start driving. “Yeah. He’s a good man; family-oriented, a loving son... So, you like guys with dimples?”

“Shut up! I swear, that’s just a coincidence.” You crossed your arms, “So you mean everything you said? About meeting up with him and all?”

“Yes, [Y/N], I actually genuinely like the guy.” He rolls his eyes, but his voice drops into a murmur, “I understand why he’s your first love… he’d be a better option than-”

You put your hand over his while it gripped the gear stick to stop him from talking, “But I don’t love him anymore, you know that right? You can only call it first love because it ended. There’s only you for me now and forever.”

He smiles, moving his hand so he could bring yours up to his lips while keeping his attention on the road. “I know. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You watch him concentrate on driving for a few minutes, relieved at how the night turned out. You were expecting Jaehyun to be petty or at least sulky; but he initiated and held conversations with Kun - more than you did - as if they were the ones rekindling a friendship. Pride and love blooms in your chest. Jaehyun really is doing his best in correcting his flaws. “By the way,”

“Hm?”

“You basically gave my ex access to my vagina.”

He sneers at you, “The only time he’ll actually have access is when it’s dilating and pushing a baby out; doubt he’d do anything else, babe.”

A grimace makes its way onto your face, albeit you agree with him. It felt a little awkward thinking about it now, but you’re sure you’ll be in too much pain from going through labor to even care about having Kun deal with your ‘down under'.

“You have plans tomorrow, right? IKEA with Yuta and Kyungwon?”

“Yeah, after lunch.”

“Oh, good.” Jaehyun hums, “Would you like to go to therapy with me tomorrow morning?”

You snap your head towards him, “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, “Unless you want some other day; that’s fine, too.”

“No, I’d like to go. I can’t wait.” You affirm, letting your thoughts drift off to wonder what it would be like to attend Jaehyun’s therapy with him. You knew he had a mental disorder, but he wasn’t comfortable telling you what it was back then so you never really pressed him. It never really bothered you that you didn’t know what exact disorder he had because he seemed to be getting a better control of it. But now the topic is resurfacing and you can’t help but ponder on it. Will knowing what it is have an impact on your relationship?

Trepidation stirs within you; if it does have an impact, then how badly will it affect you? You’re trying to convince yourself that nothing will change your perspective of Jaehyun. This man has been trying so hard to change for you; trying so hard to be an open book to you like you are to him. The least you could do is learn and understand his flaws, right?

a/n: yay for update. buT WAIT !! the next part is the much awaited therapy session!! i’ll let you guys send in some questions you’d like to be tackled during the therapy session (pls dont send these with an open forum ask)

next: part 7

~ buy me a peach? but why?

#nct smut #devoted au #jaehyun smut

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Dare To Forget Me

Ch. 8: A Joker’s Way

// Previous Chapters //

Fandom: Law & Order SVU

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Original female character

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Chapter Summary: The SVU squad get their hands on a problematic case that leaves tension between certain members of the squad and ADA.

At the D.A.'s building, it was pretty much an established rule that quietness be a constant thing so that all employees could work at their best. Needless to say that a four year old girl running down a corridor, shouting for her aunt, wasn't the best way to get work done.

"Aunt Montse! Aunt Montse!" the brunette girl ran straight into Detective Novak's arms. Her big, blue eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Hey, Ivana!" Montserrat chuckled as she spun her niece around in a hug. "How's my favorite niece doing?"

Ivana Novak was eager to show a smile for her aunt. "I helped aunt Casey clean her office!"

"Clean her office?" Montserrat repeated with less enthusiasm and more suspicion. She glanced to see the ADA herself while she was closing her office door.

Ivana nodded her head. "I did a good job!"

Casey turned to meet the two with a less than happy expression. "You're late," she practically spat at her cousin. She didn't even wait to hear what Montserrat had to say and just started heading for the entrance doors.

"Hey! Nice to see you too!" Montserrat called and went after Casey, though holding Ivana like she was an infant made her slower.

"Stop yelling," Casey hissed. "And put her down. She's four!"

"And a half!" Ivana reminded with a chuckle.

Montserrat knew Casey also had a soft spot for Ivana so she didn't understand why Casey was being so...extra lawyer rude. The Novaks weren't known for their big families. Ivana and her older sister were but the few third generation Novaks in the city.

"Hey, I got here as fast as I could. I do have a job," Montserrat's reminder didn't help her.

Casey whirled around, nearly bumping into her and Ivana. "You were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. I have court today!"

"I'm sorry-"

"-Gael said you would be here on time that's why I told him I could pick her up," Casey briefly looked at the four year old who was watching both women's expressions.

"I'm sorry," Montserrat was also aware Ivana was watching them. The last thing they wanted was for the girl to tell her father all about her aunts arguing in front of her. "I had to talk to Liv first and there was traffic."

Casey of course knew Montserrat wouldn't purposely make her late for court, but it didn't mean it was less annoying. "Gael needs to hire a babysitter. Full time."

"I don't want a babysitter," Ivana frowned. "Jules says they'll be mean."

"Your sister lies," Casey bluntly revealed to her. Montserrat disapprovingly shook her head but that didn't stop Casey from continuing. "Next time she says that, tell her aunt Casey will put her in jail for lying."

"Oh, Casey!" Montserrat had to draw the line but Casey just smiled while Ivana giggled behind her hand.

"I really gotta go," the ADA soon reminded them. "Tell Gael I'll talk to him later."

"Bye aunt Casey!" Ivana waved with her hand that wasn't looped around Montserrat's neck. "Next time I come I can show you my drawings right?"

Casey's thin eyebrows shot upwards while a tight smile spread across her face. "Sure thing."

"You are awful," Montserrat notified the woman before she left.

Ivana waved Casey until she'd left through the doors. "Are you going to babysit?" she scrunched her face at Montserrat. "Because I don't need a babysitter."

Montserrat laughed quietly. "Right. I forgot you were thirteen, as New York law states only then can a child stay at home on their own."

Ivana tilted her head at at her aunt. "What?"

"C'mon, grandpa will be watching you."

Ivana beamed and clapped her hands. "Grandpa!? I'll show him all my drawings I made at school!"

"Yeah, I bet he'll be a lot nicer than your aunt Casey was," Montserrat knew her father was a sucker for children. It was why he catered to his only two granddaughters like there was no tomorrow.

"Novak!" Rafael's call stopped her just as she'd opened the building's door. "I didn't know you were here but Olivia called..." He was coming towards her in a hasty stride but trailed off when Montserrat turned around and he saw Ivana still clinging to her. "Oh look, a child." Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes at him. "Why are you holding a child?" Rafael saw no parent around and he would remember if a co-worker had a daughter.

"Because said child is my niece and why do you call her 'child' like that?" Montserrat asked with bemusement. "Her name's Ivana and she's my niece. Ivana, say hello to my friend, Rafael."

Ivana wiggled her fingers at him and dutifully greeted him. "Hi! You dress funny like aunt Casey."

"Shhhh…" Montserrat gently lowered Ivana's head to rest on her shoulder. Rafael's lips stretched into an amused smile at the little girl. Montserrat awkwardly cleared her throat and of course excused her niece. "She thinks formal dressing is funny. Four year olds, what can we do. Is there something you needed?"

"Uh, yeah, for everyone to work," Rafael's expression told her this should've been obvious to her. Still, he figured she had something else to do at the moment.

"You're a workaholic, and I say that with care," Montserrat sarcastically said. "I'll be back later after I drop this one off."

"My name is Ivana," the girl in question purposely pronounced her name in a slow manner.

"Looks like someone else isn't amused by your sarcasm," Rafael smiled at Ivana who looked dead serious in her correction.

"Yeah, yeah, form a team why don't you," Montserrat rolled her eyes. "I have to go. Olivia was understanding and kind enough to give me some time off."

"Is everything alright?" Rafael found himself asking when she turned for the door. Since she had Ivana still clinging onto her, he moved forwards and opened the door for her.

"Yes, yes, my brother's babysitter just quit on him and he couldn't pick Ivana up from preschool," Montserrat finally put Ivana down after stepping out of the building. It was a windy day and she didn't want to trip with her niece on account of some hair strands getting in her face.

"I go to school in the morning and then Caitlin picks me up. And today I wrote my Daddy a letter with pictures that I drew - you wanna see?" Ivana proudly said, her hands reaching for her backpack's straps over her shoulders.

Despite knowing how the four year girl's drawings must look, Rafael still gave her a surprised reaction. "I'm betting they're great and your dad's going to love them, but I have to go."

"Where?" frowned Ivana.

"My work just called me so next time, okay?" he looked down at Ivana and offered his best smile for her. "You could even give them to your aunt Montse - or Casey - since I work with both of them."

"Ivana, next time," Montserrat tugged on the girl's hand, shooting Rafael a thankful smile. She didn't think him to have much patience with kids after seeing him in court a couple times. Even when he was at the precinct he showed very little patience with the squad.

"Okay," Ivana sighed like any four year old would when she didn't get her way.

Montserrat turned Ivana for the street, holding onto the girl's hand tightly. "I'll see you and the squad later."

Rafael nodded and let her go. He watched as she took Ivana down the stairs while the little girl rambled on no doubt about that letter with drawings. A smile came back to his face without thinking.

~0~

"Grandpa!" Ivana's shouts filled her living room the moment Montserrat had opened the door of her brother's apartment.

A tall, ginger-haired man took Ivana into his arms. Thomas Novak was always happy to see one of his grandaughters. "My girl!"

"Aunt Montse said you were going to babysit me today!" Ivana planted a kiss on her grandfather's cheek.

"She told the truth," Thomas smiled at his daughter. He straightened up on his feet and hugged Montserrat. "Hi sweetheart."

"Hi, Dad," Montserrat smiled and hugged her father back. Ivana rushed towards the sofa to get her backpack and sweater off.

"It's been a long time, Montse," Thomas pulled away from her daughter and gave her a knowing look. Montserrat did her best to just smile awkwardly and keep it all under the ruse of work getting in the way. "It's been almost a year, Montserrat," his voice turned sharp just like it usually would whenever Montserrat or her brother would be getting in trouble.

"You know my line of work is a very busy one," Montserrat shrugged casually.

"Grandpa! Look!" Ivana had returned holding a paper over her head. "I wrote a letter for my Daddy! Do you want to see it?"

Thomas bent down in front of the girl. "Grandpa will see everything you did today at school, but first let me talk to your aunt Montse. Why don't you go wash your hands so we can have lunch, okay?"

Ivana nodded her head and ran back to the living room to leave her letter then headed for the hallway.

"Dad, I can't stay to talk much. My boss only gave me some time to make the drive to and back," Montserrat started making her way for the door but she knew she'd been crazy to think her father would let her leave so easily.

As a single parent, Thomas Novak had to develop a strict parenting dynamic to take care of his two kids back then. Despite them now being adults, it seemed like he still had to hang onto that tactic. "Montserrat, you've moved three times in this year. What was that all about?"

"Just...wanted a new change," Montserrat shrugged once again.

"You left your job in Queens - that was a great job, wasn't it?" Something twisted in Montserrat's face. Thomas picked up on it in that instant. It was as if disgust couldn't fill her eyes fast enough. "Wasn't it?" he asked again, but Montserrat only shrugged. "Montserrat, you'll have to do more than just shrug. I am asking you questions-"

"-Dad, I just wanted a change! I'm 29 going on 30 soon. It's just a midlife crisis," Montserrat laughed on purpose to throw her father off.

It seemed to work because Thomas laughed afterwards. "Sweetie, that happens when you're forty."

"The '2' will change into a '3'. It hits now," Montserrat pointed an index finger down. She soon garnered a smile and shook her head. "Dad, seriously, I just wanted to change jobs. I liked SVU before and now that I'm actually working there...I do like it."

"Where are you living now?"

"With Kara Mackie. You remember her, right?"

"Yeah, her brother was the one with the massive hair, right?"

Montserrat laughed. "Damian had nice hair."

"Too long if you asked me," huffed her father, but Montserrat shook her head.

"Dad!"

"Fine, fine. But Kara...you alright there? I'm sure Gael wouldn't mind giving you a space here. Or I could even help you-"

"Dad," Montserrat put her hands on her father's shoulders, looking him in his dark eyes, "Gael has no rooms here and we're not going to even discuss putting Ivana and Jules in the same bedroom - they'd both end up dead before the night - and you don't have another room. Plus, Kara's in Manhattan and it's a lot easier to get to work from there."

Thomas could agree with that logic. Still, it didn't mean he liked it. "I've never had you so far away."

"C'mon, Dad. Manhattan is like right next door…" Montserrat trailed off when her father gave her a look. "Alright, but it's not far, really. I like living with Kara and I'm still searching for a place of my own anyways."

"I don't like having my only daughter out in the next city!"

"Oh but I bet you wouldn't be putting up all this if it was Gael," Montserrat playfully crossed her arms.

"You're my little girl-"

"-I'm 29!"

Thomas put his hands up in defeat, but he still added a minute later, "You can be fifty and still be my little girl."

Montserrat laughed lightly. "Alright, Dad, I gotta go. My boss is incredibly understanding but I'm still new so I don't want to push it."

"I'll be stopping by, don't you think I'm gonna leave you unsupervised," Thomas' warning didn't surprise Montserrat. She just nodded and told him he was welcomed any time (with a proper heads up).

~ 0 ~

"Hey, where've you been?" Fin asked when Montserrat returned to SVU later in the day.

"Dropping off my niece back in Queens," Montserrat pulled her coat off and draped it on the back of her desk chair.

"So your niece - which goes to a school in Queens - was brought here and then you brought her back home...in Queens?" Nick swayed his head as he thought about all the travelling that was entailed.

Montserrat playfully rolled her eyes at him. "My brother's babysitter quit this morning without a decent amount of notice. Casey was already in Queens so she just brought her to the DAs until my Dad could get out of work and take care of her."

"Your sister-in-law couldn't take care of her?" Fin question made Montserrat sigh.

"She died last year," Montserrat noticed the guilt that immediately filled the two detectives. "Oh, I didn't mean that as something to make you feel bad. Laurel was in accident and...my brother's trying his best but raising two girls on his own isn't easy."

"I can get that," Nick gave a light shrug, now instigating Montserrat to question him with a look. "I'm divorced. Zara comes to visit me on weekends and sometimes weekdays but even then...being on my own, it's difficult."

"I try to help where I can so I just took Ivana home," Montserrat looked around for Sonny and Amanda but she only noticed Olivia speaking with a young woman in the interview room. "Did I miss something? I thought we'd interviewed the witnesses from the flower shop already…?"

"Oh no, that's a done deal," Fin exchanged smirks with Nick. "Barba had a Christmas day with that case."

"A first solid case, that's grounds for celebration," Montserrat agreed.

"Unfortunately this is SVU and we don't ever get to celebrate," Nick said, moving onto the new case at hand. "Liv's already got Carisi and Rollins questioning the guys."

"So we already have the statement?" Montserrat took a seat at her desk and wiggled her fingers for the information she needed to learn the new details of the case.

"Olivia's just making sure Renée knows what we're going to do next."

As it turned out, Renée's case was complicated from the very origin point of the attacker. When Renée was gone, the remaining detectives along started researching on the man Renée blamed her assault on.

"This guy is disgusting," Montserrat crinkled her nose after only watching a video of Josh Galloway for a minute. "Josh Galloway actually makes a living off telling rape jokes?" Her stomach churned as she thought to the beginning of the year. This man was rich because he decided to make fun of one of the most horrendous acts humans can do?

"According to many - and I mean many - magazines, he's one of the top comedians," Nick had decided to make his own research away from videos and just stuck to articles online.

"Society is screwed up," Montserrat decided Nick had the right idea and closed her laptop for the moment. "And that man, yeah, I despise him."

"Renée claims that if it wasn't for this guy, the two guys who assaulted never would have acted," Fin looked back at the notes Olivia left for them. "She says he actually egged them on after she made a disruption to protest."

"Can we lock him up? Please tell me we can lock him up," Montserrat's wishes were heard by the Sergeant who was coming out of her office looking none too pleased.

"According to Barba, that can't happen because of the first amendment," she slipped her phone into her pants pocket.

"I revoke my like," Montserrat walked back to her desk.

"There's nothing we can do?" Nick asked, sounding a bit doubtful that this was the ending of Renée's case.

Olivia swayed her head while she considered the options. "Maybe we can decide that after we talk to Galloway himself."

Olivia Benson was never one to waste time. She took Fin with her to visit Josh Galloway and at least warn him he was on SVU's watch.

~0~

"Hey, fancy meeting you here," Kara laughed as Montserrat crossed the doors of her salon. Montserrat looked around and saw Kara was just cleaning up after a day's work. "Looking for a trim?" Kara grabbed scissors from a table and zipped in the air.

Montserrat grabbed both ends of her hair and took a step backwards. "Not tonight I don't."

"I bet you'd look hot with a haircut…"

"Are you saying I don't look hot right now?"

Kara smirked and put the scissors down. "Alright, alright. Give me a second so I can finish. I didn't expect you to stop by."

"I wasn't," Montserrat admitted, stuffing her hands inside her pockets. "It's just there's this guy we're keeping an eye on and my Sergeant got the idea to actually go watch one of his shows. And I said no, so I'm here."

"She just let you go?"

"She's cool like that."

Kara chuckled. She hadn't met Olivia, or really anyone else besides Sonny and Rafael (if a drunken moment even qualified) but she had heard various things about each member. "So who's your guy?"

"Some comedian, Josh Galloway, who makes rape jokes for a living. We think him and his act from two days ago is responsible for a girl being assaulted by two of his fans."

Kara stopped to show her disgusted face. "Ugh. I hate that guy."

Montserrat paused and stared at her roommate. "How do you know him?"

"He's been on talk shows and he's one of society's most eligible bachelors."

"You have got to be kidding me," Montserrat actually felt sick. How could this man ever be considered something else than a prude and a vile creature.

"Wish I was," Kara passed the ginger to put away a couple of hair sprays inside a cabinet piece. "But even then, can an comedian be held responsible for how an audience responds to his material?"

Montserrat hated the question because it was the same reason why Rafael wasn't helping them at the moment. She knew it rang a truth that no one could deny but it was just something Josh was using to keep his act alive. "He's using his right of free speech to egg these people on. He has to be stopped."

"It's not like I don't know that," Kara sarcastically said while dumping a couple hair brushes into a plastic bin. "But won't that be tricky?"

"So tricky that our ADA practically laughed in my Sergeant's face when she told him they were going to one of Josh's shows."

Kara had her own mini-laugh at the thought of that. "Yeah, he does the seem the type…"

Montserrat shrugged. Olivia had been kind enough to give the detectives the option of coming along to see Josh's show. Montserrat felt her stomach churn just at the thought of stepping into a place that condoned jokes like Josh's.

"You want to have dinner out today? A customer recommended it today," Kara went straight for the counter to collect her belongings. "It's a little French restaurant with a dessert menu consisting of brownies."

"You had me at brownies," Montserrat nodded for the doors in a hurry.

Kara laughed. She knew Montserrat would agree just by hearing the name of her favorite dessert. "Alright, Montse. Let me take you out tonight."

"Taking me on a date?" Montserrat put a hand over her chest, dramatically happy.

"Platonic. Sorry honey, you're not my type," Kara swung her keys around her index finger. "You need to be five inches taller, Italian, a man, and have a cute little accent."

Montserrat let her head hang in shame on behalf of her roommate when she figured Kara meant Sonny. "Please leave my co-worker alone."

"It's free game until he says no," Kara passed her with a triumphant smirk. She pushed her blonde hair behind her shoulders and adjusted her red coat. She pushed open the doors of the salon and turned to Montserrat, nodding her to go already. "C'mon. My treat."

Montserrat never turned down free food, especially when there were brownies involved.

~0~

At least the visit to Galloway's show hadn't been a waste. A young woman, Carly, had stepped forwards with an accusation against Josh Galloway himself. Unfortunately, even with the preliminary evidence - while awaiting for co conclusive evidence - there still wasn't enough to start a real case.

"Nick, any luck on tracking those gift bags?" Olivia stopped by the Detective's desk while he was conducted a search on his computer.

"Well, it'd be a lot easier if we had his business records," Nick's sourness was shared by the rest of the detectives.

"Why is Barba seriously being this difficult?" Montserrat could've answered her own question but Amanda spoke up first.

"Get used to it," the blonde detective gave a brief smile before returning to her work.

Montserrat made a tilt of her head upon finding something that could potentially be useful for them. "Listen, out of the 120 bookings Josh had in the last year, he only cancelled one," her eyes squinted a bit as she skimmed along her screen. "It was in Albany. Now, the student union guy was pissed off, said that the police held him up at his previous gig in New Paltz."

Interested, Olivia moved to stand behind Montserrat's chair and leaned forwards to see the screen herself. "Okay, the new paltz P.D."

"It only confirms that they questioned Galloway about an accusation but that D.A. didn't press charges either," Montserrat shook her head. "So is everyone afraid of this guy?"

"It says the girl recanted," Olivia straightened on her feet and pointed at Montserrat then Sonny. "Go find out why."

~0~

Sonny and Montserrat followed their only lead to a young woman's small apartment. Even at first glance, the girl seemed troubled and it became even more so when she learned she was meeting two detectives.

"I shouldn't be talking to you," she said despite letting them into her apartment.

"Was that part of your deal for the diamond watch, Audrey?" Sonny's question visibly made the woman pause on her way into the hallway.

"Josh was just being nice."

"When he raped you?" Montserrat blurted and immediately regretted it. It was completely inappropriate and plain unsympathetic. "I'm sorry," she apologized to the woman after a minute. "What happened, Audrey?"

Audrey hugged herself and seemed to have trouble keeping her eyes on the detectives' level. "I was drunk. It was just rougher than I'm used to. Everybody likes it differently, I guess. I think he thought it was normal."

"Because he gave you a gift bag?"

"How did you know about that?"

Montserrat and Sonny exchanged a look between each other before Sonny answered. "You're not the first one to accuse him. Now, did you happen keep the bag?"

"I can't talk about it," Audrey turned away, though it was clear she wished she could.

Montserrat tried going in a different route to help both sides out. "There's nothing in your nondisclosure agreement about showing us what was in that bag, was there?"

Audrey considered it for a moment then shook her head. She walked towards her bedroom, leading the two inside where they watched as she scouted for the bag inside a closet. "There's, like, $4 left on the I'avonique gift card, but the rest is untouched." She held the white bag towards them, looking ashamed as she held it.

"Might be enough to get us a warrant," Sonny grinned at the thought of that break while Montserrat took the bag.

~0~

"Turns out his gift cards are cheaper by the dozen. Galloway buys them in 12 packs," Olivia laid out their newest possessions for Rafael to see over his desk.

Behind her, both Montserrat and Sonny brought out the rest of their evidence. "I'avonique pulled the serial numbers for all the purchases and we traced the ones that were used to the recipients," Sonny added.

"Okay, we know he's got his share of groupies on the road. Any of them claiming rape?" Rafael's question made the three in question deliberately hesitate to answer for the first couple seconds.

Eventually, Montserrat was the one to answer. "Most of the girls I talked to on the phone said the sex was consensual, and a few said he was aggressive, but none felt comfortable pressing charges."

"Look, even if they were...there was no outcry. There's no charges filed. No judge will admit prior bad acts. It's more prejudicial than probative." Rafael made the motion to get his desk cleared off.

Montserrat frowned and glanced at Olivia. "I'm sorry, I thought he said he wanted a pattern. Is that not what we got?"

"We do, he's a bad guy and we have a complainant," Olivia's reminder still didn't convince the ADA.

"If I go after this guy, it's no slam dunk."

"I'm sorry, I thought you were supposed to be good," Montserrat knew the moment she made the statement she'd ended up in Rafael's bad graces, but the words seemed to be in a rush to get out from her mouth. "That is your reputation."

"I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that simply because it's not worth arguing over," yet Rafael's expression was a warning for her to keep quiet from now on. His eyes flickered to Olivia and Sonny, both seeming on alert for an actual argument. "And it's not like I don't want to help, it's the details of the case. You are asking me to take a man to trial who will be using his first amendment right as a defense, apart from the fact he has no priors; one who will definitely be using your hassle for his jokes as another part of his defense and, to top it all off, the evidence is circumstantial at best. It's an automatic lose." It wasn't like he was purposely throwing away the case. Of course he wanted to help the girl - it was his job after all - but he liked being realistic. There was no point in doing something that he already knew the ending to. But it seemed like SVU still hadn't caught on yet.

Montserrat couldn't see it, so it really was out of her control when she blurted, "Right, so when the going gets tough you get going."

Rafael raised an eyebrow at her, barely clinging onto that patience he had for her simply because she was a family member of an ADA he actually liked. Still, he couldn't stop his glare at her as he rose from his chair. "You're still new Detective. You don't know what goes on-"

"-then show me," she challenged, and not at all quietly. Behind her, Olivia was debating when (and how) to cut in. "A hard case means no case at all? C'mon, even my last ADA wasn't this flakey."

"You are out of line, Novak-" Rafael started going around his desk only to have Olivia rush in. On the other side, Sonny went to keep Montserrat from meeting Rafael halfway. At Olivia's nod, he started leading Montserrat out the office doors.

"In her own fantastic manner, Montserrat has a point. This is the right thing to do," Olivia reasoned with Rafael in her usual, calm, yet stern, manner.

Rafael considered the case and all its details, and despite knowing he would need an extra bottle of aspirin (and maybe some Scotch) he gave in with a nod. "Fine. Go collect him."

"Thank you," Olivia gathered what they'd brought in and hurried out before Rafael changed his mind. As soon as she met with Montserrat and Sonny, she started her lecture Montserrat knew she deserved. "You can't do that, Montse. No matter how frustrating the case is-"

"-the case isn't what frustrated me. It was him," the ginger woman didn't hesitate to correct. "He's supposed to be good so why isn't he acting like it?"

"Rafael was right, you've only been here for a couple weeks. You don't know how cases can go, especially when they're this problematic," Olivia kept herself calm unlike their ADA. If someone just sat down and explained to Montserrat in a calm manner then Montserrat was sure to understand. She was a practicable, reasonable and professional woman after all.

"Tell us we at least got the go for it?" Sonny's question came half in part of his own desire to get Galloway and the other half to ease the tension.

Olivia nodded and set a hand on Montserrat's shoulder. "Go get him."

~ 0 ~

"Oh, no. What happened to the pretty blonde and the badass sergeant?" Josh Galloway recognized a detective a mile away and not for good reasons.

"Cut the crap," Montserrat snapped as she and Sonny came up to the man on the sidewalk.

"Oh, feisty!" Josh put a hand just beside his lips and whispered directly to Sonny. "You know what they say about the redheads - they're the wildest under the sheets."

Montserrat gaped at his utter rudeness but Sonny reacted and immediately turned the guy around. "Josh Galloway, you're under arrest for the rape of Carly Rydell."

Josh laughed despite feeling the metal of the cuffs around his wrists. "Who?"

Montserrat whipped a picture of Carly Rydell in his face as Sonny turned him towards their car. "And just an FYI: you won't be able to shut her up with a diamond watch."

Josh still had the audacity to laugh again even when the detectives led him towards their car. The detectives figured he was getting even more excited since a couple people were already watching them with potential recording phones. "Are you talking about new paltz? Audrey, that little chuckle slut. She recanted, and so will this girl."

"Yeah, not likely," Sonny was happy to say. He waited for Montserrat to open the backdoor of the car.

"Great, you guys want a political case? Fantastic. I'm the right guy-"

"Excellent, thanks for the admission," Montserrat stepped aside and watched Sonny stuff the man into the backseat. He slammed the door shut and turned to Montserrat.

"You okay?"

Montserrat nodded, preferring to forget Galloway's words. Despite her efforts, though, it still made her shiver.

The guy needed to be put away.

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beautiful, tragic | yoongi

✿ pairing: yoongi x you ✿ genre: domestic, yoongi as a husband, fluff, suggestive content, slight smut ✿ words: 4k ✿ summary: it’s hard sharing your musically talented husband with the world, and this is your story.

Stay home. He says. Watch the house. He says.

You’re stuck, scrolling idly on your phone with your drama on Netflix long abandoned on your 85” Sony LED Screen, equipped with the sound system that would surpass Dolby Surround System if it ever went on competition with each other.

Apart from the boring international celeb news, who broke up and who got divorced, the politic scene is too awry for you to read and you were not prepared for that headache so early in the day. One particular headline caught your attention, though.

Billboard Judge, Music Producer Min Yoongi Purchases USD$3M UN Village Villa In Cash.

Excuse me, what?

Screenshot. Clicking the home button on your phone, you tapped on Kakao Talk app next and ignored the messages from your ex-classmates group that has mounted to 120 unread texts and straight to ‘Fish’ ID.

You had sent him the screenshot of the news clipping, and proceed to multi-text him the following:

????????? Why wasn’t I informed?? Yoongi. What did I tell you about purchasing things without a proper discussion? Behind my back?? The nerve?? Bitch, square up when you get home. I also have watched five episodes without you. Fuck you.

Delivered. The anger had made you toss your phone to the side on the couch. This stupid huge ass house he is never in. You grind your jaws, glaring at your wedding picture on the top corner of your wall. And he dares to buy another one. You can hear him whispering a silent fuck from the distant. Fuck--is quite right, Yoongi. Your phone dings a new message in less than twenty minutes. He had machine-gunned you with replies that your phone had trouble keeping up with. You crossed your arm, scoffing at the sight of his name blinking on your screen. Oh, now you want to call me.

Volume : 70%, 75%, 85%. Netflix show has dimmed the sound of his calls and desperate texts.

He just never learns, does he? You’re starting to feel like he feeds on these little arguments like ginseng soup--has to have it when he’s unwell or deprived of something. Now that’s something you didn’t share with him. Yoongi’s work prevents him to be home as often as he’d like, requires him to befriend sketchy men and women with hidden agendas, they also constantly separate you and him--all this, you know and understood from the beginning. But like flying kites, when kites with strings tend to stray too far, and stretched too long, it snaps. Especially when you’re the one at the end of the string, holding him down to earth with a promise of a golden ring, always the one waiting for his return. When the blizzards come, the storm arrives, you gripped tighter, but there’s no guarantee that he felt the tug even if he should.

Here lies his expertise on words. Here lies the test of loyalty. Here lie your trust and his devotion. Love is a gamble, isn’t it?

It was supposed to be a surprise :( I wanted to take you there when I come home, but the news spoiled it :( :( Good news is, it’s not fully furnished and we can go furniture shopping… I know you love decorating the house :) I’ll forgive you if you watch the same 5 episodes with me later Babe? :( :( You’re still fetching me at the airport right? Right, sweetie?

He sends a screenshot of his expected arrival time, and you skimmed pass the message with a blank look. You tap the camera icon and took a selfie of your middle finger.

Fish was immediately typing…

OK, but it’s difficult with jeans on.

You gawked as you realized that he was talking about fingering you. You snarled against the screen and tapped video call button.

But it was declined. And he replied immediately.

Can’t. In a crash meeting with the staff.

You put your phone close to your lips and tapped voice recording icon. And Yoongi knows better than to play it in the midst of a meeting. You’re roasting him and for that, he’ll keep for his lullaby on the way to the airport later with his good headphones on. He gave a goofy smile on the screen when you replied with middle-finger emoticons. “God, I love her…” he stares fondly at your ID.

Flight JN1741 from Amsterdam arrives at Incheon International Airport on 2:00 PM. Passengers begin to rise from their seat before the ‘fasten-your-seatbelt’ sign was turned off. Already, Yoongi’s massive entourage are receiving calls within the moving but landed airplane. His staff is dependable but workaholics, like he is. He was just worried that his wife won’t show up because she’s mad. But he’s also certain that she will be there at the arrival. He likes that you make him nervous this way. He likes that he could mean everything to the world, and has his words as law to others, but won’t necessarily have the same effect on you. He loves the fact that you keep him on his toes and make him chase. He also loves the fact that he knows you’ll be waiting at home where he left you as he works.

Loving and having are different things.

Yoongi of all people knows the constraints of having a serious relationship in his hectic life will be hard to manage. When he couldn’t meet his lady love, he relies heavily on her profound loyalty and his blinded trust. God knows that both of you tried. Both of you really tried to keep the passion alive, never to fizzle out. But distance could make or break a relationship--and Yoongi really wanted this. This battleground he chose to live in. He was lucky to have the best of both worlds. Most couldn’t experience that. To him, the game is only over when the other stops playing.

A conversation is a conversation, even if its a fight.

He refastens his black facemask, his black hoodie and stood up as the manager asks him whether he needs a ride home or not. The 40-year-old man walks away once Yoongi said that his wife is fetching him.

“Also, hyung...can you bring the iKey to the Apple Store I bought it in? It had malfunctioned again. I left the warranty card inside the pack,” Yoongi politely asked. “Every single time we leave Amsterdam… Yoongi what did you do with it?” The manager pulls the bag out the compartment above the head. “Work I guess…” Yoongi shrugged and fiddled with the straps of his black backpack.

Most of the passengers had left the airplane. But before Yoongi leaves with his manager, something metallic clinked on his sneakers. His manager crouched down before he did and picked the object up.

“Can’t forget the ring when you’re meeting the wife...take it from me,” his manager returns Yoongi’s ring to him. “It keeps slipping out my finger, I think I’m losing too much weight,” Yoongi chuckled short and put them back on with a small wiggle. “VIP arrivals that way…” His manager pointed the way out, “Tell her we missed her around.”

Yoongi nodded, feeling rather bashful and shy. That’s right. You used to work in his entourage as medical staff. Until he had you hitched and away from the stressful job that costs you your mental health. Now, you review staffs’ health records from home and frequently, his. You fell sick prior to the world tour he led, so that’s why he had you staying home. Not that you tailed him often when he works. He just prefers you doing your own thing. His work requires a lot of movement while you had to be static in one place to finish your writing or reading. You were that hot white coat bearer with a sexy full-rimmed glasses and spoke medicine parseltongue. Every time you share a piece of medical knowledge with him or explain a medical condition, Yoongi drools like a lovesick puppy dog inwardly. He can’t wait to have you explain liver cirrhosis everytime he brings up how much he drank when he was away. That was his version of dirty talk.

But where’s my lady love? Yoongi hums. Scanning the room for any glimpse of you. Could you be standing nearby a coffee vending machine, or would you be in convenient stores searching for a mint? Or are you strolling idly in the expanse of the airport in slow, relaxed strides?

No, you’re walking straight towards him with your arms crossed from the entrance, your hair flew back at every trudge you make to close the distance between him and you. He fumbles with the strap of his bag, and a bit slouched to the side. Having to push his head back to see your face from the beak of his black cap and hoodie, while you draw in, closer and closer.

Your hand came in contact with his at the handle of his roller bag first, before you leaned up to his ear and he lowered himself down, “You and I have a lot of things to talk about.” You snatched the roller bag from his grip roughly and Yoongi watched your back getting smaller and smaller as you stormed away. He pouts at the sight and gripping his bag strap tighter, firmer. You passed an acid glance once and expect him to follow closely with a glare. Yoongi’s pouty lips slowly form a smirk and a naughty cock of his eyebrow. He really enjoys it when you’re angry.

The trunk opens with a hydraulic rise, and he helped you carry his own bag inside. It slammed shut and you dashed to the driver seat, knowing that he is often exhausted after a long flight. Engine purrs on, and your focus was interrupted by the sound of his seatbelt clicking. He’s here. He’s really home.

“Do you want to eat anything? Some fast food or anything like that?” You asked. “Yeah, but she’s driving…” He glanced outside the car window like he had said nothing explicit.

“Ha, very funny…” the car reversed and exited the parking lot with no hiccups, but the situation isn’t going to be smooth on the inside, “Don’t think that snarky remarks will get you anywhere near this coochie.”

Yoongi let out a tiny scoff to the window, shifting in his seat as the view of the city he calls home, come to sight. Miraculously, he has made it home within a month. Although the reunion was bittersweet and that he landed on soil knowing that you’re mad at him, he is well-informed by your passive behavior when you missed him the most. That much is true. And it needs no extra explanation.

How was Amsterdam?

“Cold. Great sound system… decent steak,” he answered. You smiled to yourself, noticing how much you missed his aloof response. Few words, big heart. That’s Min Yoongi for you.

“I think I made a great steak a few days ago…” you took the chance to brag on yourself and Yoongi switches to the side where you sat driving. Hands between his knees, eyes doe and soft.

“Tell me more about what you did…” he said, in a gentle voice.

“Nothing much. I proofread a medical article, cooked for myself, write a bit, stare at the 2 selfies you took last two years. Sniff your hoodie, organize your shoe collection, vacuum GeniusLab2, visit Holly at your parents. I made him this cute ass leash that I knitted on my own. He had stomach flu, so I took him to the vets. He’s okay now, though.”

“I wanted to video call more, but I didn’t have the time…” Yoongi complaints.

“You don’t remember?” You crumpled your face at the road before glancing briefly at him. You could see Yoongi’s confused expression. Head tilted to the side, his mouth opens and closes several times without a word uttered out. He really didn’t remember.

“Baby bear, you called me twice in a drowsy state…” you offered a line of explanation but the contortion on his face suggests that he requires more, “You drunk video call me to tell me you had a sandwich and fell asleep before you could tell me what was inside… Three days after that, you called me again but you were already snoring when I answered.”

“I don’t recall…” he hums.

“Anyways, whatever… that’s cute though. Also, this 3 million villa you bought, what’s the story?” you snapped, at the same time, you turn at the corner of the city smoothly.

“It’s not a penthouse like you said I shouldn’t get, so technically, I didn’t go against your words,” he sang. “How on earth did you carry 3 million in cash?” You scowled. “With many briefcases,” he retorted with a thin smile.

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing because you wanted to be focused on being serious and mature. But the quick reply had you snickering. Such a matter-of-fact answer. His face lights up at your response.

“You said that we’re going to furniture shopping. Do you even have time to do that?” you stopped at the security cottage and flashed your residence card on the pad the divider retracts open.

“I knew you were going to make a dispute out of it. So I made sure Namjoon allows it,” Yoongi laced his fingers together, and made a dark chuckling sound.

“What did you do to him this time…” you felt uneasy already. The last time he wanted a day off, Yoongi hid Namjoon’s passport so the trip could be delayed for a day or two. He purchased a movie on Netflix and wanted to watch it with you.

He simply gave you that creepy smile and you already know.

“You put laxatives in his drinks, my god.” “It is my most brilliant plan of all.” “Yoongi!” “What...he said he was constipating. I am doing him a favor.”

Why wouldn’t he constipate from the amount of caffeine he had been consuming. You thought.

Everyone’s definition of success is different. Everyone’s definition of married life is also different. The married life you shared with Yoongi was entirely on a different level. There are no guidelines for marrying a music producer this world famous. So you focused on being a wife. If everything else in his life isn’t normal, then being married is.

The moment he steps inside the home he shared with you, you noticed he stifled a yawn. His eyes falling droopy at the sight of his long sought after nest.

“I’m going to get a late lunch going, and you can go lay down on the bed in your indoor clothes…” “No, I want to help in the kitchen…” “Look at your eyes, they’re barely open… go rest.”

But he wanted to unpack because he got you something.

“It’s a cross-stitch table runner…” he lays his head on his palm, curled on his side, watching your big grin as you unravel the precious gift. He remembered that you wanted to buy this the last time you were there. He got the correct design and correct color too.

“You got them custom-made,” you gasped excitedly, and then shrink your voice at him, “Thank you...it’s so pretty.” Pulling the runner into a hug while Yoongi chuckles sleepily.

Yoongi was less interested in his stories and more engaged in yours. All his relatives that he can call strangers because they rarely meet, his family members that have seen you more than they’ve seen him. He silently is grateful for you being here, being the glue between his family and close friends, an invincible knot that keeps him grounded and gave him the sense of belonging.

He drifts mid-through your stories and latest gossip. As you sat on the floor next to the bed, unpacking his luggage one-by-one, you no longer hear his response. You glanced to the side and saw him sleeping soundly. You could only imagine how many hours he could when he’s away in a foreign country. Yoongi somehow can appear to be sleeping but is in fact, listening to all the conversations surrounding him. You and he share that talent. But this time, he slept for real--the energy replenishing, body rejuvenating sleep. There’s soft snorings and little shudders from time to time. Your gaze fell from his fringes to his brows, down the slope of his nose and his doll-like lips.

Last clothing to be unpack looked familiar. It was yours. That’s endearing. He always packs one clothing that belonged to you. You know, for when he ‘misses his wife so much he could die’ moments. You don’t know when he snuck them in, but it’s probably when you’re busy at the living room, or the bathroom, making sure he didn’t forget anything. The luggage is taken away from the bedroom and into his home studio, where it stays until its service is required again--which you suspect, won’t be long.

You slid the blanket above his shoulder, and tuck him in like you would a child. He looks so tired and it breaks your heart that he has to leave again. It’s like a cycle. At least you can see him eat today, with your own eyes, so let’s get started with the lunch.

Nothing extravagant. Just broiled spinach, fermented white baby radish from last week, and warm chicken soup with ginseng to help him re-energized. But he isn’t awake yet. That’s alright, you can reheat everything when he’s up. He still needs his much-acquired sleep. With that thought, you disappear into the bathroom and undressed. Sweating from cooking, body sticky with remnants of watery expels urged you to shower before the sun is completely down. You don’t usually shower this early, but with Yoongi around, you felt self-conscious. He doesn’t know this, but you will always want to smell nice for him. Isn’t that the very core of being a wife? Being extra hygienic for the hubby? To keep him interested? Especially Yoongi, because he is constantly away and accompanied by many attractive females?

You discarded the dampened shirt outside the door of the bathroom and swung it shut as gently as you can. Off goes the bra, then the panties. The shower head expels drizzling liquid, the steam floats up to the ceiling and the glass door get fogged up from the heat. Water pools at your feet as you readied your face underneath the shower to come into contact with the sprinkles. The pleasure of a simple shower after a good sweat is ultimately unmatched.

So endorsed in your time alone, Yoongi pushes the door wider. He had come awake when he heard you turned the knob shut. He discarded his pants on the way, and pulled his black shirt over his head, charging forward like a soldier on his way to a battleground he intends to win. Then he discarded his last piece of clothing, his boxers. Afterward, he trudges into the shower cubicle where you were standing, facing away from him. “You thought I was too tired for a shower session with you?” His voice deeps lower than usual, as he snakes one arm around your naked waist, skin to skin, Yoongi sunk his teeth on your shoulder and you turned around wearing a big smile to greet him. “No I thought you wouldn’t be able to handle any sessions with me…” you smartly replied. Yoongi smiled into the kiss that began innocently enough and gradually increase in intensity and power as the seconds passed. Your arms slick against his shoulder as he held on palm flat on the walls of the shower, he stands directly underneath the shower head now--refusing to let go of your lips even when you tap out for a breath. A seasoned rapper’s lung capacity isn’t a shy away from a Navy diver. Provided with the long abstinence and accumulating want, Yoongi isn’t just going to stop here in the shower, best believe, he is going to continue making love to you in all the rooms available in this house until he’s finally sated.

His handprints on the fogged glass door is significantly larger than yours. The slippery sound of sliding skin filled your ears, and your strangled moans could only suggest an impending euphoric sensation you had longed for, since the last time he’s here. And Yoongi is a determined soul. The thrusts are languid and deep. From the way he buried his face in the crook of your neck, eliciting heavy desperate pants implies that he had been imagining this on his lonely nights for too long. His touches were too precise and calculated, coming from a veteran lover who knows his wife’s body like the back of his hand. Yoongi’s glazed orbs that greeted you in the midst of the steamy love-making, felt foreign yet familiar. But his lips that conquered yours right after the heaty glance was definitely, without a doubt, Yoongi’s. The time apart had made him a stranger to your body, and the passion that almost fizzled out from the distance had reignited to another degree.

“Fuck I miss you,” he breathlessly says against your ear. You didn’t stutter or faltered back into the lust like you used to when you first dated him. Instead, you smiled into his confessions and bit your grin--no longer shy to show how much you love having these moments with him. More, you encouraged him with your touches and sweet mewls.

I like the whispers you added at the end. She says.

No matter what the public critic might say, Yoongi’s only verdict comes from his wife. His true achievements and outcomes of his work rely heavily on what you may say. But your words can be sarcastic and Yoongi doesn’t like having to guess what you truly meant.

“You always say something like that…” “I don’t know what you want me to say,” you shrugged as you scooped out a bowl of rice for him, “I like the whisper part and that’s the truth.” “How many times did you listen to it… be honest,” Yoongi took his bowl from you.

You tipped your eyes up to the ceiling and clicked your tongue. Somehow Yoongi caught the expression.

“Are you serious…” he began, eyes following you as you pulled the chair next to him out, “Okay, fine. Do you listen more of Jimin’s Promise or my collab song?”

You added a long hum, not intending to give him the answer he wants to hear. “Technically, Jimin’s Promise came out first--”

“--don’t talk to me,” he darted.

Instinctively, you covered his knee with one palm, to soothe him. But of course, Yoongi wouldn’t let you console him that quickly.

“I spent nights writing that song while touring… Am I asking too much of you, to just listen to me more than you do Jimin’s, but no. Ultimately, I’m always the second choice for the industry AND my wife. Fine, I don’t care...I don’t want to care anymore. I worked so hard to earn money for you to spend, and all I’m requesting is that you be my harsh critic but you’re apparently too busy to listen to my songs. Hmm, I see how it is.”

“To even things out, you never told me you’re releasing a song…” you shrugged.

Yoongi set his chopstick down, clinking while you continued eating.

“To top it all, you watched dramas without me,” he tipped a glass of water into his mouth like he would a cup of soju, “Our drama.”

You knew he is just picking fights with you because to him, a fight is also a conversation.

“Gosh Alexa, this is so sad, play Seesaw,” you exclaimed with a forlorn sigh, “What do you propose I do? Wait for you until you come back? The second season would have begun by the time you returned, Yoongi… You have cities to tour, fans to meet and stages to check, and what about me? I have this house, Netflix and the chili plant outside. You’re being a little mean to me right now… my priorities aren’t always you, you know.”

Yoongi was deafened by the last sentence you said, that he couldn’t hear the rest of the off-topic conversations you promptly added after it. You didn’t seem to notice that you’ve hurt him. That’s the inspiration behind his rap verse ‘my razor tongue wife with a stone in her hand’. He likes that you’re honest and has trained you to be tougher, but the blade he sharpens strikes him once in a while when needed. He doesn’t apologize, he makes amends with his actions. He tries to be ultimately present when he’s here. When he’s home.

Like now, he sat on the floor, with a writing pad while you washed dishes.

“Turmeric powder. Can you check if it’s on the grocery list?” You raised your voice a little so he could hear from the living room. He puffed his cheeks with his cap turned backward, scanning down the awfully long list of things you needed to get for the family dinner this weekend.

“Nope,” he writes them scraggly underneath your neat writing. Then he heard you listed a number of things and gifts you planned to get before the weekend comes. Presents for your parents, and his; his nephews, his older brother’s birthday that he himself didn’t remember, a flower bouquet for his aunt who just opened a restaurant. He made a mental note to transfer a large amount of money into your account later.

“Is the villa far from here?” you asked him, wiping your kitchen stove down, spotless. “Not very… you’ll see when you drive there later,” Yoongi murmured to his chest, filling colors on the heart he drew on the grocery list, next to “Yoongi’s wife grocery list”.

“Also, I wanted to get grilled beef slices in that restaurant…” Yoongi promised to take you to the restaurant you had been wanting to go to, in two days time. Until a message from his manager came.

“...it would taste so damn good…” your mouth waters at the thought of it but when you looked across the counter at Yoongi perplexed gaze sitting on the floor there in the living room, you somehow caught what he didn’t, or rather--couldn’t say. That look could only mean one thing.

That the luggage you pushed into his studio is going to get another traveling sticker. That the restaurant trip is not going to happen. That you will be strolling aimlessly in this huge house. That you will be visiting the villa he bought alone. That your wedding picture and ring will be the only proof that you’re somehow married.

To the worldly loved, worldly known...the beautiful tragic, Min Yoongi.

Because he couldn’t keep his promise, you had him doing something similar to it. Peeking at his bobbing head, through your iPad playing Candy Crush, you smiled to yourself.

“Make sure you get all my toenails trimmed and neatened,” Yoongi lifts his head up short, sitting on the floor, with your heel digging onto his thigh as he nodded. “What color do you want for the polish?” He asked, getting cross-eyed as he hones the sharp edges of your nail, shorter.

“Your hair color right now…” “Babe, this is out of context…but” he dragged, “remember the voice note you sent me during the crash meeting with the staff?”

“The one I cursed at you? Yeah...why?” “It turns me on,” He hides his smile by lowering his face from you. What a strange yet tantalizing thought.

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Benedict Cumberbatch on Playing Thomas Edison in “The Current War”

(source) photos: Dean Rogers

Competition breeds innovation. History is full of rivals who, by working against one another, continuously pushing to be better, have inadvertently contributed to the greater good. Apple versus Microsoft is one such example, paving the way for computing as we know it today. There’s Elon Musk’s SpaceX versus Jeff Bezos’ Blue Origin – the modern day space race. However, few rivalries have changed the world as much as the War of Currents. It was a battle of entrepreneurial titans, of AC versus DC, of George Westinghouse versus Thomas Edison. Now, Benedict Cumberbatch and Michael Shannon are bringing the story to the big screen.

Now, with The Current War, the story of this famous rivalry is coming to the big screen. The Sorcerer Supreme himself, Benedict Cumberbatch, explores the very real kind of magic in Thomas Edison’s use of electricity, while the versatile Michael Shannon plays successful businessman and entrepreneur George Westinghouse. Slated to release on October 25, 2019, The Current War explores this famous rivalry of the two titans of electricity. We had the opportunity to discuss with Cumberbatch the various aspects of his character and this historic conflict.

Innovation & Tech Today: What did you do to prepare to play the man who’s been called “America’s Greatest Inventor?”

Benedict Cumberbatch: Well, I read much as I could… There was an excerpt of his diary, which is a little known publication (I think out of print now) that production managed to get a hold of for me. That was a wonderful insight…

I researched into specifics to do with his deafness, to do with the electric current and its distribution. I was speaking to people who know a lot more about these things, including our art department on the film itself in pre-production, who were pretty fantastic. I always find that leaning on some of the experts around you is an incredibly helpful thing to do. Then the book itself that it’s inspired by, [War of the Currents]. It’s an amazing story of three men, three titans of invention.

I&T Today: Did you learn anything about him that the average person might not know?

Benedict Cumberbatch: I guess the regrets or the understanding of what he’d sacrificed with his family, how hard he worked and what cost that had on the intimacy that he had, and lacked, with his family. Not to judge the man, but I think he ended up repeating his mistakes, if they were mistakes. Or is it just his nature? But I think it still tortured him as well as being something he decided to do. That work always came first. That was an interesting thing to explore… He was very fond of coffee. He’d often sleep in the laboratory and work through the night.

He was very fond of his men, he treated them honestly and truthfully and, at times, harshly, but there was a lot of celebratory machismo and backslapping, and it was a proper communal work environment in Menlo Park. That’s the first blueprint for the research and development departments we now have in a lot of industries in the Silicon Valley. There was a lot of comradery and I think there were certain pressure points in this race for the control of the current where he probably didn’t behave at his best. There’s a human element to that. It’s not all just good natured thigh slapping. There was a lot of hard work and a lot of spilled milk.

How ferocious a reader he was, I didn’t know. I don’t know how general knowledge that is about him, but it’s gobsmacking. I mean volumes of literature all the time. He never stopped reading. A lot of the diaries, accounts of passages, fiction, as well as a lot of history, and of course science and nonfiction actual works. He’s extraordinary. He writes about books as mood enhancers as well, how they transport him. He writes about his daydreams and his dreams, and however racy they get. He touches upon a fantasy life as well. He’s just very funny, and takes great delight in the brilliance of other people as well.

I&T Today: The Current War is revolved around this rivalry, specifically between Edison and George Westinghouse, played by Michael Shannon. How has it been working with Shannon as your rival, as your opposite?

Benedict Cumberbatch: Well, it’s a bit like the famous scene in Heat where the two rivals operate in such isolated opposition or polarity that they really are arguing two completely different cases. They don’t crossover much, that’s the great thing. Sadly, I only got two instances where Michael and I were on the same set, but obviously one of those is a big scene, a lot like the café scene that’s between De Niro and Pacino.

Michael is an extraordinary actor. I’ve been a huge fan of all of his work, and for a long time. He has such command of characterization, of how to achieve so much with seemingly so little, but inside he’s fearlessly intelligent and very heartfelt.

I&T Today: Edison isn’t the first scientist you’ve played. You’ve also portrayed Alan Turing in The Imitation Game and others. How has this experience compared to that of Alan Turing?

Benedict Cumberbatch: I think Edison obviously has an eccentricity: the workaholic nature, the excessive nature, the competitiveness, and what were rumored to be issues of hygiene because of that. I still think that he operated on a very different plane from the other scientists I’ve portrayed, and Turing in particular. Personality-wise, he’s bombastic, he’s a salesman, he’s confident up front. He’d be as confident in front of a podium as he would be in his workshop. Entertaining and regaling with facts and amusing anecdotes and funny asides. You know he was a very public persona.

Whereas Alan Turing was a very awkward, retiring, quiet, and shy man by comparison. Often, people say “you play lots of scientists.” Yes, but I also play lots of different human beings, and they couldn’t be two more different human beings in my opinion.

Alan was lean and trim, a very competent long-distance runner. And I think Edison would not be a competent long distance runner. He was energetic, but I don’t think it went too far in the direction of cardiovascular workouts.

And the lure for this wasn’t just another scientist, but it was another extraordinary human being. It was tempting, had some aspects that I had never played before. I always try to look for work that gives me something new to think about.

I&T Today: How has playing Edison compared to some of the fictional intellectuals you’ve played? Like Sherlock Holmes or Dr. Strange?

Benedict Cumberbatch: The Wizard of Menlo Park and the Sorcerer Supreme. I think what’s extraordinary about what Edison did was this was magic we’re still living with. I’ve got two, very young, children. And to see the look in their eyes when lights go on and off for the first time, and they really take that in. It’s a very bold and frank reminder of what an extraordinary thing it is. Doing this Promethean thing of lighting unlight with light, and creating daylight, and interrupting circadian rhythms, and bringing convenience to every part of our lives so we can evolve physically and intellectually, in a different way. These are incredibly real things, and to be part of storytelling or a storyteller trying to imagine and envision what that would be like to be at the forefront of that invention is terribly exciting.

I&T Today: As you studied this historic rivalry, do you think there are comparisons to some more modern rivalries? Bill Gates vs. Steve Jobs, for instance?

Benedict Cumberbatch: Of course there are. How can there not be? I think there have been rivalries in all areas in industry. Of course now, a lot of these powerhouses in Silicon Valley, these men, captains of our modern tech industry, Noskin and Jeff Bergin, Gates and Steve Jobs. You know they’ve become as iconic as their products in many ways. And rightfully so. And I think the men and women who are captaining those areas of industry now always acknowledge their debt to people like Westinghouse, Edison, and of course, Tesla.

#benedict cumberbatch #the current war:directors cut #hard working actor works hard #i love his interviews - he prepares so diligently #for all his parts - no wonder he's so well respected for his craft

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do you have any pov swapped chapters of those who wait that you never posted? i love it so much i want to read the whole story from both of their points of view lol. if you don't that's okay. i just want everything about them :)

well. i do have chapter 1 written from margaery’s point of view, if you are interested in that…

Not getting home from the office until almost ten at nightwasn’t even common for her renowned workaholic self. Not on a Friday night, atthe very least.

Though, she should probably gear up for more of those, shethought, pausing for a moment, as she slowly closed the door to her apartmentand shook her head. Because campaigning for the small council, on top of herjob that already kept her late several days during the week, wasn’t going to bea small feat.

It was happening,though, and that much was for certain. She was going to run for the newly openseat on the small council.

She almost couldn’t believe it – mostly because it didn’t goin accordance with the plan. The plan she’d outlined and had in place foralmost ten years now. The Plan, really, of her entire life. First, to intern atthe Keep throughout college as she got her political science degree –completed, rather masterfully if she thought so, herself, considering she’ddone so with honors and holding a record number of jobs and internships in theKeep.

Then to jump head-first into whatever department had anopening; truly, it hadn’t much mattered to her which department it would be,because she knew she could find the passion for any of them somewhere inside ofher. Also rather masterfully done, as she’d been there for just shy of fiveyears and was already the assistant director.

But the plan after that had been – well, calling it simplewould be the world’s biggest understatement and, honestly, utterly foolish.Margaery was no fool. So, the plan was by no means simple, but it was well-crafted and thought out. To be on the smallcouncil by the time she was twenty-eight. To be inducted to the World PoliticalLeader’s summit by thirty, and work on a liaison team from King’s Landing withthe cabinet of one of the other regions. Most likely The Reach, as that madethe most sense, but once again, she would make it work wherever she could.

Then to be on the high council by the time she was thirty-five,so that by the time she was in her forties, she could fastidiously andundoubtedly have gotten every possible kind of governmental experience shewould need to run for Prime Minister by the time she was fifty.

It was ambitious, she knew. It was crazy, if she asked herbrothers. It would take a nearly single-minded focus and determination thatwould be almost impossible – her grandmother’s words. Words that she’d utteredwith that proud slight smile that told Margaery what Margaery already knew.That she could do it.

And even though the Plan didn’t entail her actually runningfor the small council for another two years, when the next traditional electionwould be held, Jon Arryn’s unprecedentedly vacant seat… well, it presented herwith the only deviation to her plan that she’d ever truly considered.

If she could attain her goals even sooner than planned, itwould only make things simpler for her in the long run. She’d thought about it,whether or not she should campaign for it, unable to think of almost anythingelse for a few days.

The email she’d gotten from her grandmother this evening,sending an attachment for the official forms to file for the small councilelection with the simple note – No timelike the present – only confirmed it.

And in the three hours since officially deciding to run, Margaeryhad already started to come up with a plan for the coming months.

Of course, she’d need to officially file the documents and announceit. Especially to Renly, even though, she grimaced slightly as she took off herheels, she didn’t quite know exactly how he’d take the news. It wasn’t asthough she wanted to leave theDepartment For the People. Yes, she would have taken a job at any department inthe Keep fresh out of college, but she was lucky to land in one she genuinelyloved. And she knew her boss and best friend may not have anticipated herpossible departure so early.

Releasing her hair from the twist she’d had it in for work,she reached for a wine glass and the bottle of Dornish red she’d planned tobreak open this weekend with Loras and Renly. But getting a head start tocelebrate by herself – she deserved that.

Tilting her head to the side as she cradled the wine glassin her head, she hmm’d in thought. Organizinga small staff to help keep her campaign in order would have to be a priority, too,but that would take a bit of time and research to determine who she was runningagainst and viable candidates.

“And that’s only the start,” she murmured to herself,thinking of the to-do list she’d been working on for the past few hours. Andrather than feel overwhelmed at the prospect, she felt buzzing with life.

This was the time to start climbing the ladder. And for thesake of the Seven, she was so ready for the rest of her life.

Drumming her fingers on her countertop, she felt that buzzdrop just a bit as she looked down at her phone where it now lady next to herwine glass.

Because there was the small but significant matter –relatively high on her new to-do list – of getting rid of the only somewhatpublic evidence of her sexuality. And if she was being entirely honest withherself, and she was, this was probably the biggest hold out Margaery had hadagainst running for small council now.

Being discreet about being a lesbian had never bothered her.Going to fundraisers and promotions and galas and every event in between witheither Renly, a family member, or by herself rather then with a “romantic”partner had always been a benefit to her, really. Not that she’d ever had awoman interest her in a romantic fashion beyond the physical, anyway.

No, Margaery hadn’t made her profile on the aptly named WomenLovingWomenofWesteros app severalyears ago to find a love connection by any means. She smartly steered fairlyclear of anyone who’d messaged her seeming to look for anything deeper than ahookup, and found that the app’s promise to maintain privacy of it’s users tobe entirely accurate.

What she had madeit for, though, had worked out so truly well for her.

After a stressful week at work, there was never a shortageof attractive available women who wanted exactly what she wanted – mainly, tofuck. Once or twice, and then part ways.

It was satisfying and quick and easy. And Margaery wasalways smart about it – chatting for a couple of days and getting a read on whoshe was getting involved with before offering to meet at one of the places thatshe and the majority of the women on the app understood to signify that thiswas going to be nothing more than casual.

Not once in the last five years and too many women to count,not that she would, had her read on people even via the short, impersonalmessages let her down.

Did she want to give up having sex while her name and facestarted to become more recognizable? Of course not; the idea of committing toanything other than her job made her grimace, but the idea of giving up all ofthe orgasms…

She sighed again, heartily. It wasn’t like she would becelibate forever. Eventually, when she had a more secure foundation, she knewshe could very carefully indulge in some flings.

And besides, she could give herself orgasms. In comparisonto this small council opportunity, giving up WLWoW was a no brainer.

With that in mind, she opened the app. Instead of her semi-regularFriday night hookup perusal, she’d delete. She had to do it before shesubmitted her campaign paperwork at the beginning of the week, anyway.

After taking another sip of wine, though, she decided toprolong her last foray and check out her inbox that was beckoning her with threenew messages since the last time she’d opened it.

Genna, 2:11PMFunny thing, coming across yourprofileagain so soon. But messaging you last timeseemed to work out fantastically for both ofus, so I figured why not? Want to start withdrinks?

With a laugh that wasn’t quite a snort but very close, shedeleted that message in a second. Genna, she remembered the name and the prettybrunette in the picture accompanying it, wasn’t wrong in her assertion. They had a good time getting drinks aboutthree weeks ago, and the sex after was pretty good too.

But Margaery could count on one hand the amount of timesshe’d slept with a woman on multiple occasions, and on a couple of thoseoccasions, there always seemed to be a graying moment on the other woman’s end.It was a moment she could sense here and there of – could there be more?

And she sure as the seven hells wasn’t going to even pretendthat would be happening at this stage. Not even a polite message back. Besides,her profile would be gone soon anyway.

Addison, 5:56 PMIt looks like we both like dancing and dornishwine and gorgeous women… I’m thinking there could be a few other similarities as well. HMU

On a normal day, Margaery would go to this Addison woman’sprofile and check out what she had to say for herself, get a closer look at thefew pictures she had up – that read like an average first message for someonewho might be interested in the same thing she was interested in.

But today wasn’t a normal day, “Goodbye, Addison, niceknowing you,” she murmured with an eyeroll, and deleted that one, too.

“Lucky number three…”

Sansa, 7:43PMHey, there. I saw your profile and you look really interesting – and hot. Do you want tohook up meet up sometime?

Her thumb, that had been settling over the delete button asit had for the last two messages paused. Before she read the message overagain. And then again, once more, for good measure. There was just – anaudacity, she guessed was the best way to say it, in those words that gave herpause.

She straightened her spine as she leaned farther over hercounter, and instead of delete, she tapped the icon to get a better look at thetiny thumbnail size picture.

Oh.

The tumble of wavy red hair that had stood out in the tinychat icon screamed for attention when she pulled the picture up to full-size. Itwas blowing in the wind, the moment clearly a snapshot where she wasn’t tryingto pose or be anything. She was half-turned, as she genuinely grinned into thecamera, as if whoever had taken the picture had just said something that shecouldn’t help but giggle it. That was no manufactured-to-look-alluring smile.

It was warm, she decided, tilting her head as she felt herown lips quirk up in response to it. It was almost like she was the person onthe receiving end of that warmth, the person on the other side of the camera.

She was almost hesitant to leave the profile picture toclick through the few others. One where she was grinning again, this timealmost incredulous, Margaery thought, but with a sparkle in her eyes that wasso… open.

And then a third, that had Margaery pausing again. Thistime, though, it was the eyes that stopped her. The clear, light blue of themand winged with more makeup than she’d worn in the previous photos, it couldhave easily looked like seduction, she was sure. With a bit more pouting onsoft looking pink lips, or even a change in angle or… anything. But instead, shehad the barest of what seemed like a sincerely innocent small smile, the bit ofmakeup accentuating her eyes looking flawless, the bit of rosiness in hercheeks giving Margaery the oddest sensation to want to stroke her thumb overher cheekbone and see if it was as soft as it looked.

The entire look of her, of these guileless looks, made herseem somewhat exposed even though none of her pictures were indecent by anymeans of the word. The warm feeling of wantthat had settled in her stomach wasn’t really unexpected – this was a verybeautiful woman, after all – but it was surprising in how much she felt it inresponse to pictures that were so very innocent in nature.

In the years she’d been using this app, it was herexperience that there was typically at least one picture that women – women whosent provocative messages at the veryleast – posted to look purposefully alluring. With smoky makeup, smolderingeyes, revealing clothing… a whole number of things.

And who was Margaery to judge, when she admitted to all ofher pictures being selfies with the eye smolder in at the very least one ofthem? It was a tool of the trade, so-to-speak, and she’d hooked up satisfyinglywith many women who played that specific game.

She took just another interested perusal at the pictures,before tapping back to her profile.

Likes: literature, dogs, snow, knitting, running, and lemon cakes.

Her eyebrow quirked up at that, unable to stop herself. Just becauseseveral of the likes weren’t even typical to find on here – knitting, hello? –and Margaery was often skeptical of the truth in “literature” being alegitimate interest, but something about this woman had Sansa truly believingthat all of these were very true to her.

“Sansa,” she murmured. Not the most common name, definitelynot beyond the North, but pretty. It rolled off the tongue easily.

She could imagine the way it would sound from her own voice,panted or shouted, depending on what the girl with the fiery hair and the oceaneyes could make her feel.

Going back to the original message, she shook her head asshe reread it. The you look really interesting – and hot and the clearly crossed out rather thandeleted hook up invitation. Both very flirty remarks, no subtlety in theapproach. Not a hint of shyness, even coyness.

Not that she minded – she could even prefer such astraightforward attitude, really – but something about the message feltstrangely at odds with the unassuming, almost gently disarming look of thewoman in the pictures.

Granted, Margaery supposed that she didn’t actuallytruly know this Sansa; she could look like an angel while underneath being someonewho was going to completely knock Margaery off her axis.

All she really knew at this moment was that if she wasgoing to delete her profile and go into sexual exile for the foreseeablefuture, she could do with one more potentially great fuck.

Feeling herself smirk, she finished her wine and tookanother look at Sansa’s picture – make that three or four great orgasms; if shewas getting all of this from just a read on these pictures, she was more thanwilling to bet that Sansa’s effect would be even better in person.

She ignored thedelete option again, and instead hit Reply.

Margaery, 10:02PM My, that is one of the less subtle approaches I’ve received on here, I must say.

A shiver of anticipation worked through her already. Afterall, she might as well make the most of this last weekend before she officiallyfiled her campaign forms.

She was meeting her grandmother in the morning to iron outsome details and ask some questions she had about some campaign particulars,and had potential plans with Loras and Renly. But those were for dinner;nothing too late. And if it conflicted with Sansa’s schedule tomorrow, well,dinner with her brother was easily rescheduled.

Yeah, a sex Saturday with Sexy Sansa seemed to be just whatMargaery needed as her final big bang.

She was pouring herself another glass of wine, this timepreemptively toasting to herself and the hopefully illustrious night in storefor her.

The reply she got in less than five minutes made her smirk –until she read it.

Sansa, 10:05PMGods, I’m so sorry! I’ve been wanting to sendthis for hours, but couldn’t message you againuntil you answered. That’s not – I’m not theperson who sent that first message! My friendcreated this account and sent that to you. I’msorry, again. And dreadfully embarrassed.

Well. Margaery blew out a breath,pursing her lips as she read the message over. And a part of her that couldn’thelp but question and analyze first wondered if perhaps she was embarrassed ofthe original message and was trying to backpaddle.

Then again, she supposed, she didhave the distinct impression that the message with the hooking up implicationdidn’t seem to fit the persona she’d somewhat expertly put together. Shesupposed she could at the very least take away that her people reading skillswere still proven to be spot on.

But just to be sure Sansa knew there was nothing to beembarrassed about if that was whatwas holding her back…

Margaery, 10:07PM I never said lack of subtly was a bad thing. Perhaps in other matters, but not when it comes to this.

She paused, tapping her fingersagainst the counter for a moment before she figured she may as well just askfor her own sake of figuring out how likely it was that there could be anythinghere.

So, your friend arranged this? Are you not a lady loving lady of Westeros, then?

She’d barely had a second torinse her glass out in the sink before her phone buzzed in response.

Sansa, 10:08PM Oh, I am. Yes. Well, kind of.

Her eyes narrowed even as she felt her smirk returning. Nowthat was an answer that was a little too fast for true disinterest.

Margaery,10:10PM Kind of?

Sansa, 10:12PM I meant to say, that I like both men and women.

She waited a few minutes, weighingthe words as she brushed her teeth. It was because of the pictures, she wassure, that she almost felt like she could see the earnest expression on thiswoman’s face as she said the words. And the way she could imagine it, sheimagined a lot of discomfort in those words. As if she perchance hadn’t reallydisclosed the “woman” factor of her sexuality much.

After all, quite literallyeveryone she’d ever spoken to on here had thrown their sexuality into thisconversation fairly quickly, easily, when prompted.

So she took a guess.

Margaery,10:16PM You haven’t done this very much, have you?

Sansa, 10:18PM No. Never, actually. Is it very obvious?

“Extremely,” she murmured througha chuckle, amused and unsure if she should be alarmed or endeared at her starkhonesty, as she made her way into the bathroom to start getting ready for bed.

Margaery, 10:19PM Only a little ;)

As she slipped into her bedroom, she debated leaving theconversation there. After all, there wasn’t going to be anything coming fromthis, clearly. And it was getting a bit late.

But on the other hand, Margaery found her curiosityunusually piqued.

This Sansa seemed to be… different from what Margaery wasused to encountering on here, to say the least. Intriguing, really, and sincewhen had Margaery ever been able to pull herself away from something who’dtugged at her curiosity? It just was a matter of being that it was very rarethat someone made her curious.

Margaery, 10:22PM Tell me, why did your friend deem it necessary to create this account and send messages from you that seem to be more suggestive than you would like?

For a few minutes – the longestit seemed to take Sansa to answer – she wondered if she’d overstepped – itwasn’t as though she was ever willing to answer questions beyond fairly lightones to establish a flirty rapport, personally.

Sansa, 10:27PM She thinks I need to get out more, I guess. Andshe thinks that I should, um, go out and hookup with someone.

She had no idea why she thoughtthat the somewhat rambling of words seemed endearing. And the thought made hernarrow her eyes at her phone, “Your friend certainly knows how to tease me witha good time, then, doesn’t she?”

Margaery, 10:30PM And that’s not what you want?

Alarm for the morning set, andshe climbed under the blanket just as she got her answer.

Sansa, 10:34PM I – well, no. Not that I don’t want to ever meetsomeone, it’s just… I’m not wanting to go outand find a hook up just for the sake of hookingup. You know?

It was probably a good thing, shethought, that hooking up didn’t seem to be what Sansa wanted. Mostly because,truly, a beautiful woman like Sansa with this apparent penchant for telling thetruth and revealing more than necessary information even to strangers on adating app would get truly eaten alive on here.

Which… oddly, she didn’t want toenvision for her.

Even, she sighed, if it meanttheir paths definitely weren’t going to line up. Because Margaery certainly wasone of those who would very much like to eat her alive.

Margaery, 10:39PM Unfortunately, that is where you and I differ. Which is a shame, I might add.

She couldn’t resist adding it.Especially when she could imagine the reaction it might have on a woman likeSansa who seemed so very shy.

Sansa, 10:45PM Do you? Do this very often, that is.

… okay, not the response she’dbeen expecting.

Eyes narrowed, even though shewas not really feeling insulted, because she truly wasn’t ashamed of hersexcapades via WLWoW, and she didn’t generally give a damn what the few peoplein her life who knew this side of her thought about it, either. But she foundthat with a small kernel of something, that she didn’t quite likethinking that this woman might be judging her for it.

Margaery, 10:48PM Are you insinuating something?

Sansa, 10:50PM No! No, no. I was asking because I was just,well, curious about how this usually happens?

Sansa, 10:51PM I mean, you seem… like you know what to do,in situations like this. Unlike me, clearly.

Hmm. So she was going to go withmore endeared tonight than alarmed, apparently, picking up her phone to typewhen it vibrated yet again for a third time.

Sansa, 10:52PM Gods, that was probably a very silly thing toask. You can just ignore me.

“Ignore you… not quite yet,” shehmm’d to herself, still grinning slightly as she shook her head.

Margaery, 10:56PM Oh, dear girl. I don’t typically make it a point to reveal the inner-workings of my interactions on here, you know. A true lady shouldn’t reveal her secrets.

This, she firmly did believe wastrue. There was no need for her to share her inner-workings and dealings onhere with anyone, and frankly the thought of telling almost anyone else she’dmet on here about her somewhat formula for picking up women made her feel a bitdistasteful.

Granted, those were all differentscenarios. Because she would be using those moves on those other women.

Margaery, 10:57PM However, I could make an exception for a pretty woman in need. I only need to know one thing…

Sansa, 10:58PM Which is?

Briefly, she wondered if this wassomewhat too much – after all, she had made it abundantly clear that if Sansawanted to hook up, it would be something Margaery would also very much enjoy.

But then she landed on Sansa’spicture again, and figured it couldn’t hurt to ask…

Margaery, 11:02PM Just to be completely clear, there is no chance of you being interested in – as your first message said – a hook up? Because I absolutely cannot abide showing my hand in that case.

Especially because Margaery couldmake a few tweaks to some of her rules of thumb in this case. She got the verydistinct impression that everything in this conversation with Sansa was thepainful truth. If Sansa, this seemingly sweet-and-sexy, albeit charmingly naïvewoman wanted to forgo meeting at a club or a bar, in a place that she feltuncomfortable, Margaery would make an exception for that.

Sansa, 11:05PMI can confirm that I don’t think I will be preparedto hook up with anyone any time soon.

Regretful. Truly regretful. Shetook a moment to say goodbye to her imagined fantastic final sex for theforeseeable future, before she got herself more into a work mindset. Aproblem-solving, question answering mindset. She could field questions for asweet girl like Sansa for a night.

Margaery, 11:09PM Well, then, disappointed as I may be, I am now willing to answer what you’d like to know. Do you have specific questions in mind?

Sansa, 11:11PM Do you only use this website for hooking up?

Huh. Well that question seemedrather her-specific rather than about the app community populace in general.

Margaery, 11:13PM Yes. Though in the name of honesty, I am always upfront about my not-serious intentions.

Sansa, 11:16PM Okay. But what happens then?

It took her a moment, as she re-settledunder the covers, to decipher what she meant by that. Because as soon asshe read it, all of the images that Margaery conjured to mind were so veryX-rated.

But… Sansa, this innocent Sansa,certainly wasn’t asking her to essentially sext with her, right?

No, she reasoned. Probably not.

Margaery, 11:18PM I do hope you aren’t asking me to explain the proverbial birds and the bees, sweet girl. I was under the impression you wanted this to be PG ;)

No harm in testing the waters,though. It wasn’t as though she would be opposed in the least to indulging in abit of dirty talk with Sansa. It wasn’t something she really did on here,admittedly. Some light sexts as a prelude to meeting up on occasion, maybe.

Sansa, 11:19PMNo! No, I know how… that… works. I meant, like, how do you go about doing all of this? Whena woman messages you, what happens then?

She found herself shaking herhead, grinning minutely down at her phone as she blew out a breath. Of courseall signs pointed to Sansa being a bit flustered by her – the unexpected partwas how much Margaery was into it.

She’d never really considered herselfhaving a thing for naivety before. It never really crossed her mind that shewould find a bit of excitement in this somewhat shy, almost innocent approach.It wasn’t really like she was going to often find her hookups in genuinely shyand/or naïve women.

Another regretful sigh, this onea bit lofty, left her, before she nodded to herself. They may not be havingsex, and she didn’t really want to reveal that she had somewhat of a pattern onhere with women, but Sansa seemed to genuinely want to know, so.

Margaery, 11:22PM Well, it’s all fairly straightforward, no pun intended. We chat a bit here and make plans to meet up. Typically at a bar or perhaps a club – always somewhere public. We spend a bit of time out to make sure we’re… compatible. And from there, I see if they’d like to go back to my place for the night.

Really, ideally, she typicallymanaged to finagle the situation so that they went back to the other woman’splace. She didn’t necessarily enjoy having the women she was sleeping withoccupying her personal space – not that she was entirely against fucking womenin her own bed, but the few times where they’d gotten the mistaken impressionthat they were going to stay for the night were never a fun aftermath foreither party involved.

It entailed Margaery being ascourteous and magnanimous as possible, as she essentially showed them the door.

She hesitated for a moment,before figuring – what the hells? If she was being entirely honest:

Margaery,11:22PM Not to boast, but they usuallydo.

Sansa, 11:23PM Oh, I can imagine.

The reply took her by surprise –in all honesty, Sansa had probably taken her more by surprise in the last hourthan anyone had in the past on this site.

But that instantly smoothdelivery…

Margaery, 11:25PM That was smoother than I expected. Offense entirely unintended.

Sansa, 11:27PMNone taken, as it was actually inadvertentlydone.

So very charming, she thoughtwith a tired laugh. Yeah, she was fairly certain that if Sansa got a tighterhold on her confidence in messaging women on here she would kill it. Seeminglyintelligent, a knockout, and the utter lack of falsities – a dream for manywomen.

Margaery’s ideal hookup dream,apparently, too.

But it was truly best to cut thisoff now, before Sansa drew her into more conversation that enticed her despitethe lack of chance of anything going on between them. Really, it would just beteasing herself, plus the fact that she had to be up in less than seven hours.

Margaery, 11:30PM You’re an interesting woman. Unfortunately, however, it is getting late, and I must be getting to bed. I’ve an early morning tomorrow.

Sansa, 11:33PM I don’t think I’m quite as interesting as youare. But I should be going, too. Thank you, forthis. You know, not mocking me like youundoubtedly could have.

That damn sincerity she couldjust feel coming through in that message. She briefly wondered why Sansa wouldbelieve Margaery would actively mock her, before she decided Sansa wasentirely, completely unaware of her entire appeal.

Margaery, 11:35PM That’s not really my style. But it was more entertaining for me than I might have anticipated. Goodnight, Sansa.

And good luck, if you stick itout on here, she silently added. But she couldn’t quite envision Sansa continuingon here for a long time. In a way, she didn’t quite want her to. She had asneaking feeling that if she burned herself out for too long on here, thatquite engaging thing about her wouldn’t shine quite so bright.

For that sake, she hoped Sansafound what she was looking for relatively soon.

Sansa, 11:36PMGoodnight, Margaery

She plugged in her phone, rollingonto her side as she cuddled into her blanket. She still had to delete herprofile and wipe the app itself from her phone – the entire goal of the nighthad been sidetracked, and she rolled sleepy eyes at herself.

The chat with Sansa was still up,though, when she looked down again. The bright laughing smile and red hair gleamingoff the screen at her. Instead of deleting, she hesitated for a moment andlocked the phone. She still had a few more days before it was a necessity.

#those who wait #sansaery

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