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mydearzero · 8 months

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Hello!! I was wondering if maybe you could do something with sub!Spencer and dacryphilia?

I also just wanted to say that I really enjoy reading all of your work and I'm so impressed with what you write! You have become one of my favorite writers on this platform!

now this, this is too good to not write. thanks for reading and the request! it's an honorary title to be called one of your favourites so I thank you! ♡

Pretty When You Cry | sub!Spencer Reid x Reader

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18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You hear Spencer crying after he'd overheard you joke about him with Derek. You better check in on him, right? Except he's definitely not crying. You find him in a... compromising situation. But he's not crying. You better rectify that.

Contents: NO Y/N, sub!Spencer, dom!Reader, fem!Reader, BAU!reader, co-workers, smut, unprotected sex, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, praise kink, overuse of 'good boy', If I missed any warnings please tell me!

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"I bet he keeps his socks on," you joked, stealing a piece of candy from Derek and popping it in your mouth. He threw his head back in a hearty chuckle.

"Or he takes only one off. Whichever one fits the vibe stays, since he's always mismatching." Derek added. He was about to continue, but you cut him off with a panicked look, spotting Spencer with a frown on his face.

"If you guys wanted to know whether I keep my socks on, you could've just asked. There's no need to speculate and joke about my sex life behind my back. But I guess that's what pricks do." Spencer stomped to his desk, not making any eye contact.

"No need to get so worked up over it, Reid. You should really take that edge off, somehow. You can whine either way." You continued chewing on the tough candy, taking another one from Morgan and throwing it in Spencer's direction when he didn't reply.

"Yeah, Pretty Boy. When's the last time you got laid?" Derek raised an eyebrow. Spencer visibly tensed before pushing himself away from his desk and walking off.

Convinced you'd upset him, you told Derek you'd go after him. Derek shrugged, saying he was heading home.

You nearly collided with Hotch as he was leaving his office, clearly headed home.

"Don't stay too late, there's a lot of catching up to do that can wait until tomorrow morning," he mentioned before walking to the elevator.

You knocked on Rossi's door, entering when he answered. "Hey, did you see where Reid went? I think I might've upset him," you cringed.

"I'm pretty sure there's nothing you can do that could possibly upset the kid. But he walked down the hall to the left from what I saw." Rossi clasped his hands together.

"Thanks, Rossi. You're a lifesaver."

You bid him goodbye before following his directions down the hall. You heard soft noises from one of the empty offices near the end of the long, winding hallway. It sounded like... Spencer?

Was he crying? You hadn't thought he was that upset.

You creaked the door open as silently as humanly possible, ready to console him and apologize for your teasing.

You couldn't see him clearly, the light from the hallway polluting your vision into the dimly lit office. But you could hear him. God, could you hear him.

The soft whines emitting from his throat drowned out the barely audible noise of his slick hand sliding over his hard length.

Your heart rate skyrocketed. Spencer's touching himself. You felt a wicked smile creep upon your lips.

You listened in on him a little longer, determining whether you were daydreaming or if the universe was really throwing this situation in your lap.

His soft whines turned into pleas. It was obvious this wasn't the first time for his current fantasy. It seemed played out.

You knew it was your lucky day when a begging whisper of your name fell off his lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Your hand crept through the gap of the door, hand blindly seeking the light switch. You found it but didn't yet turn it on.

You heard him get closer to the edge, exactly where you wanted him. When the noises of his hand sped up, desperately so, you made your move.

You slammed the door open and turned on the bright, white light simultaneously. Spencer jumped to gather himself, wide eyes meeting your own.

"What are you doing, Spencer?" Your tone was mocking. You already knew the answer, and Spencer had never felt more caught. His breath was haggard, eyes glazed over, lips pouting. He looked like a little puppy.

"I'm- I was just- Uh-" Spencer stammered. You gave him a condescending smile.

"I- Uh- I- You what, Spencer?" You finally walked into the room, closing the door behind you. You took slow steps towards the leather couch.

Spencer was frozen. You never called him by his first name. He'd managed to haphazardly tuck himself back into his pants, but a small wet spot was already forming on the front. He'd been so close.

He refused to look at you, choosing to stare at his lap, where his hands were unsubtly crossed over his crotch. You examined him for a second before taking his chin in your hand, squeezing his cheeks slightly. You turned his face upwards, forcing him to meet your eyes.

"Answer my question, Spencer," you demanded. He looked up at you through damp lashes. He'd really worked up a sweat.

He made a couple desperate noises but couldn't utter a coherent sentence. You raised your eyebrows. A constricted sigh left him as he looked at you in desperation.

"What's the matter, baby? You usually have so much to say. Don't you have an answer for me, boy genius?" You pouted sarcastically. Your grip on his chin tightened.

"I-" Spencer's eyes glazed over.

"-was touching myself? Yeah, I gathered as much," you finished for him. You turned his face, examining it from every angle as you slowly brought your foot up to his crotch.

"Move your hands, Pretty Boy," you demanded, pressing your foot against them. Spencer's eyes squeezed shut, slowly moving his hands. You chuckled darkly as you felt up his length.

You tossed his head to the side and pushed on his shoulder, making him fall back against the couch. You slowly moved your legs to either side of his, straddling him. You moved your hips experimentally, purposely grinding against his clothed cock for good measure.

His hands reached for your waist, but you grabbed his wrists before he could. "No touching. Sit on them if you think you can't stop yourself."

Spencer moved quickly, tucking his hands under his thighs. You ran your fingers over the side of his face. He really was pretty. You stroked a finger between his eyebrows in an attempt to iron out the crease. His face and entire body were tense with anticipation.

You ground your hips agonizingly slow. Your sluggish movement was obviously not enough for the whimpering man under you, but he knew better than to do anything about it.

You would've continued your teasing longer, but you knew he'd been close to coming seconds before you barged in. You felt the wet spot on his slacks grow larger with the movement. He trashed, uncertainty written on his face. He had to touch you, had to move, had to do something, but he couldn't.

"Please," Spencer uttered the magic word you'd been waiting for. You smiled and got off his lap, getting on your knees in front of the couch.

You reached for his belt and undid it, all while your eyes never left his. You slowly tugged the slacks down, along with his boxers. His cock bounced free instantly, throbbing and red. Spencer clenched his eyes shut at the sensation.

"Nu-uh, Spence. Look at me. Don't you want to be a good boy?" Your fingers wrapped around his shaft menacingly.

"Yes! Yes, please. Want to be a good boy for you. Only you. Please," he begged.

You smiled in satisfaction as you gave him a squeeze. Spencer threw his head back at the sensation, only to push it back and meet your eyes like you'd enforced.

You moved forward and leaned over his lap, bringing the tip of his weeping dick to your mouth. You gave the slit a kittenish lick, collecting some pre-cum on your tongue.

You saw Spencer breathe heavily, trying to contain himself. He bit his lip, attempting to suppress any noise, but failing miserably.

You never took him into your mouth fully, only licking around the tip and squeezing his shaft every so often.

"So good for me, Spence. You're gonna have to be quiet, though. Rossi's still here, and you know what a gossip he is," You stroked him as you spoke. You sped up your pace, enjoying seeing him try to stay quiet.

His legs twitched, and you knew he was getting close. You quickly pulled your hand off him and got up off the floor. A loud groan left him at the loss of sensation, hips shooting up off the couch.

The sound of his frantic breaths was like music to your ears.

You moved to stand over him, tugging at the hem of his sweater vest.

"C'mon, baby. Hands up," you urged, pulling the fabric over his head. You reached for his tie, undoing it and setting it aside for later.

"Take your shirt off," you commanded, stepping back to watch the show. Spencer removed his hands from where he sat on them, watching you as he struggled to unbutton the shirt. You leaned against the desk nonchalantly, admiring your fingernails.

He nearly sobbed in despair, shaking hands unable to undo the buttons. You liked him like this; helpless and desperate. You laughed at him, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he finally got the last button opened. He hastily rid himself of the shirt and searched your face for approval.

"Hmm, good job, baby. Now, put those hands back where they came from. Remember, no touching," you reminded him. He tucked them back under his legs, and you pet his hair in approval before reaching for where you'd placed his tie.

"Say 'Ah'," you motioned for him to copy you. He hesitantly opened his mouth. You raised an eyebrow, and he quickly opened it further. You placed the fabric of his tie in his mouth, tying it behind his head. He gurgled a little, struggling to give the makeshift gag a place.

You got back on his lap, putting a hand in his hair and tugging at the roots. Spencer yelped but clearly liked the pain, eyes dilating. You moved his head backwards, exposing his neck for you. You placed a few kisses on his jaw, before moving down to his neck. You sucked several spots before finding the sweet spot that had him whimpering once again. His hands shot up from under his thighs, reaching for your ass.

You removed your mouth from his neck, yanking at his hair. "Did I give you permission to touch me?"

Spencer shook his head aggressively.

"Words, baby."

"N-no, ma'am," he stuttered. You smirked. Ma'am, huh? You liked the sound of that.

"Good boy," you whispered in his ear. His hips ground upwards, desperate for attention. You decided you were done toying with him. You were glad you'd worn a somewhat loose skirt to work that day.

You reached between your thighs, pulling your underwear aside. You lined yourself up, steadying yourself with one hand on Spencer's shoulder, the other on his cock.

You sunk down, only slipping the tip inside before stopping. Your legs were going to kill you tomorrow, holding up your weight above his length, but it was worth it for the tears welling up in Spencer's eyes.

"You're gonna cry?" You mocked, hand returning to grip his chin and squish his cheeks. He tried to keep it in, but the second you sunk down, fully sheathing him inside, the tears spilt, rolling down his cheeks.

"You're so pretty when you cry, Spencer. My gorgeous little crybaby," You admitted. You lifted your hips, pushing them back down against his harshly. More tears ran down his face.

"Shh, baby. Filling me up so nicely. Such a good boy for me." You assured him, setting a slow pace and bouncing on his cock.

"Please, faster. Just a little, please," Spencer pleaded through the gag, almost unintelligibly. You pretended to think it over.

"No, I don't think I will," you decided. It was mean. He begged you so nicely. A sob wrecked his throat. There it is.

He convulsed in a mixture of pleasure and desperation, hips snapping up to meet yours.

"Please, oh my God, Please!" It was like the only words left in his vocabulary were ones to beg for you. He sounded angelic.

You barely increased your speed, but Spencer went berserk over it. You brought a hand to his face, wiping away the tears and looking into his eyes.

"Such a good boy, so pretty. You're so good for me, Spencer," you babbled, losing your grip on the situation. He was hitting the right spot inside you over and over again.

You closed your eyes in pleasure, frantically sliding on his dick. "Fuck, Spencer," a breathy moan escaped you.

A newfound, frenzied whine reached your ears. You opened your eyes to look at Spencer, who seemed to calm at the eye contact. He wanted to watch you, make sure he was being good.

"M-more, Fu-more, Pl-please," Spencer stuttered. He could barely get the words out over the gag and pleasure soaring through his veins.

You obeyed, bringing your hands back to his hair and tugging harshly. You leaned forward to whisper in his ear, taking the tie out of his mouth. "You can touch me, now. Touch me, Spencer. Make me come. Make me come like a good boy."

Spencer groaned loudly at the words, hands immediately moving to your waist. His hips started moving uncontrollably, desperately chasing his release.

You tugged at his hair in warning. "I said make me come, baby. I didn't say you could."

His eyes widened, and he quickly moved his hands between your bodies, seeking eye contact to ask for permission. You nodded wildly, growing more desperate for your own release.

His fingers made quick work of finding your clit, rubbing ferociously. The sensation sent you reeling, moaning loudly in his ear. A particularly sharp thrust nearly made you scream, tightening your grip on his gorgeous locks. "Shit, Spencer! Fuck, so good. So fucking good, baby. So big inside of me."

You could feel Spencer was nearing his release again. This time, you had no intention to stop him, but he didn't know that. He was still frantically trying to tip you over the edge and succeeding. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, losing your grip on his hair and falling forward against his naked chest. Your hands found leverage on the couch, digging your nails in the leather as Spencer continued fucking up into you.

"Please, can I come? Please, let me come with you. 've been a good boy, right?" Spencer begged. His desperate whines sounded so good, incoherent mumbles of "Oh my God" and "Please" repeatedly falling off his lips.

"Yes, you can come for me, Spencer. Come with me. Make me come on your cock," you encouraged.

Spencer snapped, no longer caring if anybody heard him. His whines and moans were getting higher in pitch and shorter in frequency, mirroring your own.

"F-feel so good around me. So tight. So good. Gonna come, g- gonna," Spencer's hips stuttered, thick length throbbing as he pushed it deep inside one last time.

"Fuck, Spencer!"

"Oh my God, oh my God, f-fuck," Spencer was unusually vulgar as he coated your walls. You sat down on his cock for a minute, gathering your breath and wiping the tears and other fluids from Spencer's face.

You pushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and smiled timidly at him. "Hi."

Spencer laughed a little and smiled back, breath still irregular. "Hi, yourself."

"You good? I didn't go too far? I'm sorry for springing that on you, Reid. I didn't mean to make you cry." You ran your hands over his chest.

"No! It was perfect. I loved it. T'was just really intense, you know?" He reassured you. "And please, we're past the last name basis now, don't you think?" You nodded and smiled, admiring his face for a second longer before carefully sliding yourself off him.

Spencer winced, incredibly sensitive. Your sadistic side bubbled to the surface, if only for a split second, and gave his overstimulated cock a couple of tugs. He trashed against your touch, loud, pained wails falling from his lips. You let him go, walking to the desk and grabbing a couple of tissues to clean yourself up.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," you smirked. Spencer's chest was heaving, but there was a satisfied smile on his face.

"I guess you do have your answer now. I still have my socks on."

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devilishchaos · 7 months

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BABYYY drop the daddy Ruben fic, don't be shy <3

Calls | Dad!Rúben Dias imagine

Rating / genre: pure fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben goes on a business trip. Me and our son George are sad he is away, so we face time him.

Warnings: use of pet names "babe", "baby"

Word Count: 1 347 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

While begging my husband to go on this 3 day business trip, I thought to myself "What can happen in the span of 3 days, right?" Well, a lot.

I'm currently 27 weeks pregnant with twins and have a year and a half year old baby-toddler that needs my attention 24/7. Not that I am complaining but the pregnancy alone is being hard on me and my beautiful son throwing constant tantrums about missing his dad doesn't help my situation. Now, I was usually the preferred parent, but George had the tendency to not want to eat and nap while Rúben was away.

Today was going to be a long and hard day for me, I just knew it. I woke up from my nap at 7:00 am, got ready and headed to wake George up because I had an appointment with my OBGYN in an hour and had no one to look after him while I was gone, so I had to take him with me.

It was a battle but I somehow managed to get him ready for the day, made it to my appointment safely and on time and both of us were back in the coziness of our household before we knew it.

The moment we stepped through the door - the nausea hit me. And my head started spinning. I somehow made it to the bedroom and laid down on the bed and tried to take deep breaths in hopes for it to go away faster. I closed your eyes for a second and out of nowhere a loud cry pierced the silence.

With eyes wide open, all my senses on alert, I sat up in the bed and looked at the door to see George standing there, tears falling from his eyes and his tiny hands holding his favorite stuffed animal close to his chest.

"What happened baby? Are you okay?" I asked, holding out my hands in his direction.

"Dada.." he managed to say in between wheezing.

I gave him a sad knowing look. Ever since he was born he was a mama's boy but ever since I got pregnant again he looked up to Rúben more and more, and wanted to do everything that he was doing whether it was directed towards me or other people. And Rúben was the happiest person on earth, soaking in every moment because he knew that it could be taken away from him just as fast as it came.

"You miss daddy, huh bud?" I softly asked as I helped him get up on the bed to join me.

He nodded, the movement making his tiny curls shake a little.

"How about we call him? Would that make you feel better?"

"Yeah.." George mumbled, while wiping his eyes.

I was already reaching for my phone before I got an answer from him. Since Rúben is in New York and we are in Manchester there is a 5 hour time difference, but it was now way after noon in Manchester and knowing Rúben, he had been awake for some time, so that's why I suggested calling him. Okay and maybe because I miss him too and want to talk to him, but that's another topic.

I dialed his contact and gave George the phone. After two rings I saw Rúben's gorgeous face and he saw a head full of curls and two big dark eyes watching closely the screen, since George held the phone so close to him.

"Hey, gorg-" your husband started "-oh, hello big man. What are you doing with mama's phone?" you saw him smiling widly.

"Dada, miss you." George said and started crying again.

"Oh, no. Don't cry buddy. I miss you so much too."

"Home."

"I'm coming home tomorrow, baby and I'm not going anywhere after that, okay?" Rúben asked as a sad smile made its way on his face.

"Home now?" George asked as he tilted his head slightly the exact same way Rúben does and it made your heart throb.

"I wish buddy, but I have one more thing to do and then I promise I'm gonna catch the first flight back home and I'm coming straight to you. But I need you to do something for me, okay. You have to eat lunch and dinner, and you have to go to sleep when mommy says. Can you do that for me? That way I'm going to come home faster. Do we have a deal, G?" Rúben asked, slightly raising his eyebrows.

"A deal.." his son responded while rubbing his eye "Now play."

"Okay, you can go and play now. Loves you." your husband said as he leaned into the camera and kissed it, your guys's little tradition that now George did too.

"Loves you." George said cutely and kissed your front camera. He gave you the phone and ran out of your bedroom and into his playroom.

I took the phone and positioned it against my big water bottle in front of me as I greeted my hansome husband "Hi, meu amor."

"Hey, mama. How are you holding up? Big man giving you a hard time?" Rúben asked you giving you sad eyes.

"He just misses you." I exhaled "Nothing changed after the call yesterday, we're going to see what happens today. I miss you too, tho. We miss you too." I simply explained rubbing my round belly.

"I'm sorry babe. I miss all of you. Can't wait to be back home. I'm never leaving again." he shook his head as to make it more believable.

"Rúben, we talked about this. What you're doing right now is for your career and for us. So that you can take more time off while the twins come, just as you did when we welcomed George. Don't feel guilty, you're not doing anything wrong, babe. We'll get through this. We have to. In fact it's almost over." I smiled at him trying to lighten the mood.

"This is why I made you my wife. Eu te amo muito." Rúben said looking lovingly at the screen in front of him.

"I love you more."

"Period." he said while snapping his fingers, which made both of you to start giggling.

"Stop. I'm gonna pee my pants!" I said in between laughing.

"Okay, okay. So how did the appointment go? Everything alright?" Rúben's face went completely serious in a spare of seconds.

"Yes. Babies are doing just fine." I said and took a breathing break "I however, am struggling. Babe, I'm 27 weeks into this pregnancy and do you know what my doctor told me? That I'm measuring full term compared to a singleton pregnancy. That's very overwhelming considering that I hopefully have 8 or 9, 10 weeks left in the absolute ideal case scenario. And technically I am still 6 months pregnant. At the very end of my 6th month. Can you believe this?" I looked at him with a questioning face.

Rúben's eyes went wide "Wow."

"Wow indeed. I mean..that's what I get for having children with a freaking giant, I guess."

"Hey. You looooove this giant. And the babies that you both made." Rúben winked at me, eyes going soft and a smile appearing on his lips "Everything will be okay. Just try not to overwork yourself. And no, I'm not saying don't do nothing and just lay in bed all day. But you are very pregnant and are taking care of a fussy baby-toddler. Please, just take it easy while I'm away. When I come back it will be different."

"I'm gonna try my best. Now I have to go to make a snack because I'm starving and you have work to do. So talk to you later. You also take it easy, okay." I lovingly smiled at him, damn I can't wait for it to be tomorrow already.

"Alright, talk to you later. Loves you."

"Loves you." both of us said at the same time, smiling at each other, leaning in and kissing the front cameras on our phones, sharing a virtual kiss and ending the call.

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vitzi9 · 1 year

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Headcanon: Yandere!Ethan Landry

Reader is gn, enjoy.

Masterlist if you want to read my other things.

Content warning: uhhhh gore description? Sex allusions; obsessive and shit. I mean, that's yandere you have to be used to it by now. OOC Ethan ? Manipulative, stalking blah blah blah nothing too crazy for a yandere.

~2000 words (8/05/2023)

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who 'accidentally' run into you at school. He's been following you in the hallways since you arrived to be honest but there is so much students here, you can't notice him in the crowd.

➛"I'm so sorry ! I wasn't looking !" He was, he was staring right at your face when he practically jumped on you. "It's okay, don't worry. I wasn't looking either." And when you two leave each other, what a crazy coincidence that you seem to have forgotten your book ! Wait, you didn't have it in your bag ? Of course silly ! Why would Ethan have it either way ? You're so clumsy ! He'll have to come give it back to you.

➛And suddenly, you see him everywhere. In the library at the same time as you and, oh no ! There is no seat for him ! Wait, is that a free seat ext to you? Maybe you won't mind if he seats here, he gave you back your book after all. He's so nice. Suddenly, he's at the same parties as you. Laughing with you and rating the costumes of people around you. He's in your building to 'drop someone off' and so on. What a coincidence, right ?

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who, to keep you all to himself, always say things like 'No, i'm mostly alone in my free time' to make you pity him into staying by his side. If it don't work, at least you got the idea that he's single and available for you.

➛ Pretty simple things, really. He'll tell you that his last partner left him without warning, that they were manipulating him. That he has difficulty in giving his trust to someone because of them. And now he's scared to love. That it hurt him really bad and of course you're sad for him ! So you're trying to be as nice as possible. You don't need to know that he never had any partner ! He'll eventually tell you that later.

➛Like "You're going to the party tomorrow ?" "I was planning on just staying at home" He didn't. Chad harassed him to come, and he would have if he didn't have the better option of staying with you. "I never really catch people's attention anyway..." He didn't care, it was yours that he wanted. But right now, his goal was to make you sad. For you to have pity of him so you'd stay with him.

So most of the time you try to make him smile by asking him to come to the party with you. Happy, he'll be stuck to your side all night, chasing everyone who'd dare approach. He's tall, he'll stand behind you and glare blankly at everyone without you noticing. He doesn't even need to try to be scary, he's a serial killer, his simple being emits a threatening energy.

➛Or when you ask him what's his plan for the week end and he just goes "Nothing, I don't really have much friends. I'll probably watch movies." with a small, almost ashamed voice. And you don't want to leave your new friend alone. And you think that he's too nice to be left alone so you offer to stay with him and he's on cloud nine !

➛Like "Don't you want a boyfriend sometimes ?" he'd ask. And you're a little surprised but you answer as honestly as possible. And he answer just after you, ignoring a little your answer. He just wanted to say what he needed to. "I'd like a partner. I've never had anyone loving me, that look so nice." He sighs. And while you look somewhere else, he'd give you a longing look. He probably already told Chad you two were together to be honest.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who plays innocent when he litteraly jump on you when you two are watching a scary movie. He's a fucking liar, don't trust him. He litteraly kills people babe... This guy absolutly LOVE horror movie and even the gorest of them all couldn't make him twitch. But with you, he plays the innocent and easily scared nerd.

➛When the murderer suddenly appear on the screen in a loud scream, the boy plunge his head in your neck, putting his hands before his eyes to hide the TV from him. You laugh. "It wasn't that scary, you know ?" He laughs nervously, moving away from you but still sticking to your side. The side of his thigh flat against yours and your arms touching each other's. His cheeks are red and you probably think it's because of his embarassment in jumping of fear but he's just happy to be near you. "If you're so scared we can change." But he dismisses you. Saying that it's okay. After that, he'll hide himself in your body at each loud noises. Smiling when you can't see him, happy with his trickery.

And that little monster takes advantage of the situation until the end. He'll call/text you when you're at home. He'll keep you awake all night, pretending to be scared to sleep, needing to talk to you even if you're in two differents places just to be reassured.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who guilt trap you by crying if you dare be angry at him or accuse him of something. It can be anything but he'll try and gaslight you. He'll cry harder, like a kid, to prevent you to continue talking.

➛After he came to your flat one day, one of your shirt disappeared. You had lend one to him since he got stained. (even if you're not the same size at him, i'm sure you have oversized clothes so it fit him) Without thinking much of it, you asked him about it when you saw him in class. And suddenly, he's looking at you with his big and shiny doe eyes, as if you had insulted him. Because in his head, you did ! "I gave it back to you litteraly two days ago..?" And he seems so sure of himself that you start to question yourself. "Are you sure ?" you ask, though. And Ethan laugh lightly. You doubt, trying to remember the past few days and thinking that, yeah, maybe he gave it back and it just didnt really stuck to you. "Yeah, I'm sure. Why would I steal your shirt anyway ?" But you swear you haven't seen your clothes in a while now.

➛Like, Ethan, your new friend, comes to your flat one day. You're used to it by now. He's sad, terribly sad. Or at least that's what he shows. "You know that person I was talking to ?" Another lie, he never talked to anyone beside you. And he plans on staying like that. But he told you he was slowly trying to forget about 'his ex', that he was trying to come out of his shell. And also he wanted to make you jealous by telling you he was talking to someone. (it didnt work, he was devastated) "They kind of called me a creep" and he laughs nervously, like he's ashamed to tell you that. (he's not) "They didn't like that I was clingy." And you try to be objective. "You know, people except different things in a relation. Maybe you were indeed too much for them but..." And then his eyes water and you feel bad. "Shit. I'm... Are you okay ? I wasn't insulting..." He doesn't want you to finish that. Because he doesn't want to hear you contradict him. So, thinking you said something stupid, you try to comfort him but now that he got you feeling guilty, he'll lock himself in the bathroom while this time, you're the one following him. He'll act like he's embarrassed to cry before you while in reality that shit is his most powerful technique. He'll cry before you every fucking day if he needed to.

💠Yan!Ethan Landry who calls you when he's ghostface, playing with you to see your reactions. He's the type to talk about himself (Ethan) to you to see what do you think about him. Yeah, he's fucked up.

➛"Do you like scary movies ?" ask a changed voice. You frown your brow, taking the phone away from your ear to look at it. As if the face of the caller would appear. "Who are you ?" "Answer the question, pretty." "Don't call me that." A silence pass. Ethan didnt know how to contain his feelings. He was so happy to talk to you ! And in his costume, he was so much more confident ! He was able to tell you things he never did ! "I like scary movie. And you ?" you finally respond in a sigh. Ethan decides to skip this part, rushing to what's interest him. "Do you have a boyfriend ?" "Will my answer change the way you act with me ?" "Maybe" "I don't have a boyfriend, or any kind of partner for that matter." The boy on the other side of the phone was trembling in joy. His cheeks were crimson red. "Good".

➛For the umpteenth time this week, the phone ring. "Please leave me alone." you said, still scared by the call; you answered the phone, again, because he once threatened to come get you if you didn't. You wouldn't have been so terrified if he hadn't told you your exact adress, proving you that he was indeed watching. No way you were going to try him. "I was thinking about your little boyfriend recently. Ethan, right ?" "He's not my boyfriend, leave him alone. He did nothing." As much as he despised the way you dismissed your relation with him, Ethan was euphoric to think you were trying to protect him. "He's not, hm ?" He was shaking from joy thanks to this call. "How would you react seeing his dismembered head in your mailbox, hm ? You'd cry ? I bet you'd cry all your pretty tears for him. I'd like that." "Stop..." "Do you think he'd cry seeing your cute little head in his mailbox ?" And he couldn't stop himself. "I'm sure he'd be devastated. He's so fucking pitiful. I'm sure he wants to fuck you but he's too much of a coward to do so, huh ? Would you like being fucked by him ? To fuck that whore ? Tell me, pretty. Should I send you his head ?"

Plus, the best part was when you'd run to him crying and telling him how much you're scared. Then, Ethan could be your knight in shining armor, promising you he'd protect you from your stalker. And it worked ! Strangely, each time you were stuck to him, Ghostface didn't call.

If only you knew.

#yandere ethan landry #sub! ethan landry #ethan landry x y/n #sub!yandere #yandere x y/n #ghostface #ethan landry x you #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream 6 #yandere blurb #yandere #vitzi9writings

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kudouusagi · 8 months

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Buddy Daddies Drama 4

*Puts down box*

Kazuki: Okay! Now all of our stuff has been moved into our place. Ah, thank Kyuu-chan. On top of finding us a place, we even asked you to help us move.

Kyuutarou: Well, I'm too involved to stop now. So? How do you feel about the place?

Miri: It's smaller than our old place, isn't it, Rei-papa?

Rei: Yeah... and the TV has gotten smaller too...

Miri: So our mori kart cars have gotten smaller too!

Kazuki: Hey, don't be playing games when you should be unpacking. Besides, I think this is the perfect size for 3 people to live cozily.

Kyuutarou: You're living quite a bit further away than you were at your old place, but the further you are the more difficult it will be for the eyes of the organization to spot you.

Kazuki: Yeah... Well, from what Rei says it doesn't seem like his father is straining his eyes looking for us either.

Kyuutarou: Even if that's the case, there's no mistaking that you sullied the name of the Suwa family. Try to lay low until the heat dies down.

Kazuki: Got it.

Kyuutarou: So? What are you planning on doing from now on?

Kakuzi: Hmm... for now we're going to live off our savings and get Miri into a new preschool... and then after that we'll look for jobs I guess.

Kyuutarou: I see. Do your best for Miri-chan too.

Kazuki: Yeah. Thanks for everything.

Kyuutarou: If you ever need anything, feel free to contact me.

Miri: Kyuu-chan, bye bye!

Kyuutarou: *Laughs and leaves*

Kazuki: Okay! Miri, Rei! Time to get excited for our new life! Let's hurry and put things away and have some move in soba!

Miri/Rei: Yeah!

****************

Kazuki: This one.... mmm.... the pay is too low... This one isn't bad but the hours aren't great... Hm? Drug trials? Hmmm! So in just two weeks I can make that much by just taking medicine and sleeping? It's not bad but...

Rei: Kazuki, have you found a job?

Kazuki: Rei, if I said I was going away for work for two weeks... what would you do?

Rei: Huh? Meaning you wouldn't be here at all for two weeks?

Kazuki: Yeah. You'd need to wake Miri up, feed her breakfast, change her, take her to preschool, come back home, clean, do laundry, make food, go pick her up, give her a bath, feed her dinner, play with her, read her a book, get her ready for tomorrow, wake her up the next day, for 14 days. All by yourself.

Rei: N-Nope. Not yet.

Kazuki: I figured. So nothing away from home for now. But our savings is going to run out soon so we seriously have to start working soon or we'll be in trouble. And you can't even move one of your arms...

Rei: I thought there would be many jobs I could do with only one arm... but it's surprisingly hard.

Kazuki: In your case it's not just your arm, you're also unsociable. Your interview the other day was awful, wasn't it?

****************

Interviewer: Do you have any special skills, Suwa-san?

Rei: Special skills...? I'm familiar with handling guns. Including disassembly. I won't let anything I target get away.

Interviewer: Y-You mean... airguns, right?

****************

Rei: I didn't have anything else to say.

Kazuki: Well, since you've been a NEET for so long I figured having you suddenly return to society would be a high hurdle. We're about to run out of our savings. We seriously have to work or it will be bad. But there's something that would be even worse than that.

Rei: Something worse than that?

Kazuki: If I'm the only one working then you'd have to do all the housework yourself. You've recently learned how to hang clothes up to dry but for everything else you suck. You're completely useless! At this rate this room is sure to become a pigsty. And it'll be bad for raising Miri! So now we're going to hold "Rei's special training week focusing on housework!"

Rei: Special training?

Kazuki: I've been going easy on you because I thought you couldn't move your right arm but now I'm going to become a monster! A cooking, laundry, and housework monster!

Rei: I really can't move my right arm though...

Kazuki: Shut up! Despite that you've gotten even better at mori kart than before, haven't you!? Miri told me! She said you set a new record the other day!

Rei: I was so happy I did a victory pose without even thinking about it.

Kazuki: And so! We're going to use that effort on housework! Who are the ones taking care of Miri?

Rei: You and... me.

Kazuki: And what else is there to taking care of her besides playing with her...?

Rei: Taking her to school and back, housework, laundry...

Kazuki: That's right! So now we're going to do special training and drill you until you're able to do all of those things on your own!

Rei: Geh...

Miri: Papas! What are you doing?

Rei: Miri...

Kazuki: Mm! I'm going to be giving Rei special training now!

Miri: Special training?

Kazuki: Umm... it means he's going to try hard to become able to do things he can't do right now.

Miri: I understand! He's doing a training journey! I saw it on TV!

Kazuki: Oh, you're amazing Miri! That's right! A training journey!

Rei: I didn't say I was going to-

Miri: So, Rei-papa is doing a training journey?! That's so cool!

Rei: I'll do it.

Kazuki: Okay, then starting today until you become a functioning adult I'll be your boss. What do you say?

Rei: Yes. Boss.

Miri: Yes, boss!

Kazuki: Mmm! You both gave good responses. Let's start!

**************

Kazuki: This is how Rei's training began.

Kazuki: Okay, everything about cleaning is important. Let's start with vacuuming.

Kazuki: Don't skip the corners! Your target likes to lurk in the corners!

Rei: The corners!

Kazuki: In places with running water you're in a constant battle with water droplets! You must have an iron determination to never allow limescale!

Rei: O-Okay!

Kazuki: Miri's room is the most important location! You have to make sure to diligently vacuum and use the lint roller to protect against dust allergies!

Rei: I'm... tired...

Kazuki: We're not done yet! Next is laundry!

Kazuki: You need to memorize the differences between pods and regular detergent and learn how to use laundry nets! There's things to wash every single day!

Rei: There's too many things to remember!

Kazuki: Learn how to separate the garbage and when the garbage truck comes! And on top of that check which stores have the cheapest bags that won't break!

Rei: *Panting*

Kazuki: It's important to learn how to write in the preschool correspondence notebook, but your most important mission is learning to exchange messages with the mom friends! The smooth exchange of information is essential to surviving in the world of child raising!

Rei: I-... *falls down on ground* I can't do it anymore... This is way more physically and mentally exhausting than fighting... I've never experienced training like this before...

Kazuki: Stand up, Rei! You've still got to wash the rice.

Rei: I'm at my limit. I want to eat chips, hide in my room, and play games.

Kazuki: Ah... oh no... he has dead eyes. Hey, Rei! Keep going! Miri's watching

Miri: Rei-papa's training journey is so cool!

Rei: I'm going... to wash... the rice!

Kazuki: Oh! There's a light in his eyes! Miri, keep on cheering him on like that.

Miri: Okay! Rei-papa! Do your best! Do your best!

Rei: What is this power rising within me? I can do it! I can do it!

Miri: Rei-papa stood up!

Kazuki: Yes! That's it Miri! That was even more effective than I expected! Okay!

*******************

Kazuki: Rei's special training continued even while I was at work.

Rei: Hmm... cleaning takes a while with only one arm... I'll put the last glass here...

*Glass shatters*

Miri: Rei-papa!

Rei: Miri! Don't come over here!

Miri: *Whines*

Rei: I dropped a glass so it's dangerous.

*Rei attempts to pick up glass*

Rei: I can get the big pieces... but the smaller ones... I guess a broom and dustpan?

*Gets out broom and dustpan and starts sweeping*

Rei: I can't hold both of them with one arm... I guess I'll just have to wait till Kazuki comes home?

Miri: Rei-papa!

Rei: Miri, it's dangerous so don't get-...

*Miri holds the dustpan*

Rei: You...

Miri: I'll hold the dustpan, okay?

Rei: Oh... thank you, Miri.

Miri: *giggles*

*Sweeping*

Rei: Okay. Perfect.

Miri: Perfect! Papa! High five!

Rei: Yeah!

Miri: YAY!

*High fives*

Rei: *Laughs*

*******************

Kazuki: We're now going to hold your final test! The challenge is to make my special french toast all by yourself!

*Rei cooking*

Rei: Now!

*Flips toast*

Kazuki: His flipping timing is perfect!

Miri: Perfect!

Rei: Done.

Kazuki: Itadakimasu

Miri: Itadakimasu!

*Everyone eating*

Rei: How is it?

Kazuki: It's good. It's seriously good! This is so good you could serve it in a restaurant!

Rei: *Laughs excitedly*

Miri: Rei-papa's french toast is good!

Rei: Miri!

Kazuki: And it's not just his french toast! He's able to clean and do laundry perfectly too! I think it will be fine leaving the house to him now.

Rei: No, not yet.

Kazuki: Huh? No, you don't need to be that worri-

Rei: I feel like I haven't selected the best bread for french toast yet.

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I realized when I was practicing, different breads have different textures. Rather than the one from the grocery store, the one from the bakery in town is more suited for absorbing moisture.

Kazuki: No... you don't have to be that picky...

Rei: And the eggs. Today I just used 10 that were on sale, but I wonder what would happen if I used more expensive eggs? Also depending on the way you mix it the texture changes. But that's obvious isn't it? If there's different amounts of air.

Kazuki: Hey... Rei...?

Rei: I also want to test the coffee that goes with it. I want to use a coffee grinder with a proper pour over and make the best cup of coffee!

Kazuki: Wait, wait, wait!

Rei: Actually I already ordered a coffee making set online.

Kazuki: Hey!

Rei: It seems like it's here.

Kazuki: Huh.....? What's going on?

Miri: Rei-papa looks like he's having fun!

Kazuki: Hey, Miri. Go tell Rei-papa to cool it.

Miri: Huh? But...

Rei: Okay.

Miri: I'll help!

Kazuki: Hey, hey. Don't bother Rei-papa...

Rei: Thanks.

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I'll open the big boxes and you can open the small ones. We'll split the work between us.

Miri: Okay!

Miri: I opened it! Yay!

Rei: Yay!

*Rei and Miri high five*

Kazuki: You're doing high fives? You've gotten so close...

Rei: Miri, you can open that one too.

Miri: Okay!

Kazuki: *Laughs* I can leave the house in peace like this.

Miri: I opened it!

Rei: I opened this one too. You did well, Miri.

Miri: *Giggles*

Kazuki: I can do it in peace.... but... it feels weird... like I'm going to lose my place.

Miri: Hey, papa! I want to play Mori Kart!

Rei: After we finished putting away these boxes, okay?

Miri: Okay!

Kazuki: Miri, would you like to play with me? Mori kart?

Rei: Kazuki?

Kazuki: I'll play with Miri!

Miri: With Kazuki-papa?

Kazuki: That's right!

Miri: Hmm... I don't want to!

Kazuki: Huh? But you said you wanted to play...

Miri: You're bad at games so it'd be boring!

Kazuki: EH!?

Miri: I prefer Rei-papa!

Rei: Hmm! So she says!

Kazuki: *Screams* At this rate I'll lose my parental respect...

Kazuki: Rei!

Rei: Hm?

Kazuki: Please! Give me special training! I want to be good at games!

Rei: But aren't you going to work?

Kazuki: I'll work too! So let me game! I'll keep my respect as a parent through games!

Rei: Okay. But games aren't that easy. Sometimes they're even harder than being an assassin.

Kazuki: Huh? Really?

Rei: You look down on games. If you're serious I won't go easy on you.

Kazuki: Eh? Okay! I'll beat your record!

Rei: Okay. Then I'll train you. You should say "Okay, boss" to me.

Kazuki: Eh? ...Okay... boss...

**************

Kazuki: And so then my days of special training, so tough I could vomit blood, along with working began...

Kazuki: At night I'm working at a construction site, a bartender, and a cleaner and during the day it's mori kart! I'll fly through both of these tasks with ease!

Rei: You pressed the brake too late!

Kazuki: Damn it! One more time! Ugh...

Rei: Don't just drive around randomly. Remember the course and the shortcuts.

Kazuki: Guh!

*crash*

Kazuki: Ehh?!

Rei: You used your item too late.

Man: Hey, newbie! That's some messy-...!

Kazuki: *Shouting*

Man: He's fired up...

*Crash*

Kazuki: Ah...

Rei: That was a close race. It's proof you don't have the specs of each kart memorized. I told you that the day before yesterday too.

Kazuki: *Growls*

Woman: Kahlua milk please

Kazuki: Okay, Okay, Okay! Here you go!

Woman: Wah...? ...Thanks...

*crash*

Rei: You needed to take the shortcut there and use your item.

Kazuki: Oh.

Rei: By the way, I told you that last week. Remember it!

Kazuki: *Sobs*

*Scrubbing*

Kazuki: *Panting and shouting*

Woman: Hold the mop right! You're not cleaning at all!

Kazuki *Sobbing and shouting*

Rei: Why are you breaking like that at the last cur-...

Kazuki: *Snoring*

Rei: Hey!

Kazuki: Ah! I'm not sleeping. I'm not sleeping.

Rei: That's enough for today.

Kazuki: Don't be ridiculous! We've barely done anything today!

Rei: This isn't a game you can win while sleep-driving. Don't underestimate it.

**************

Miri: I'm home!

Rei: I'm home.

Miri: Hmm... Kazuki-papa isn't home today, either...

Rei: Well, he has work

Miri: Oh... work... it can't be helped!

Rei: Miri...

**********

Rei: Welcome home

Kazuki: *groans*

Rei: Hey!

Kazuki: Huh? Oh sorry... training right? Training...

Rei: We're not doing that today.

Kazuki: Why?

Rei: Go look in a mirror. Your face looks awful.

Kazuki: *Laughs* This isn't anything...

Rei: During the day you're training for mori kart, and at night you're doing night shifts. When are you sleeping?

Kazuki: This... isn't-....

*Passes out*

Rei: Kazuki!

*Rei runs*

*Ambulance sirens*

***********

Kazuki: Where am I?

Rei: The hospital.

Kazuki: Ah! Rei!

Rei: You overworked yourself. They said after that IV is finished you can go home.

Kazuki: Oh I see... passed out. I'm sorry.

Rei: I'm not the one you should apologize to. Say it to Miri.

Miri: *Snoring*

Rei: Even though I said you'd be fine she wouldn't leave your bedside and fell asleep while holding your arm.

Kazuki: *Laughs* So that's why my right arm feels heavy...

Miri: *groans* Papa...

Kazuki: I'm so pathetic... now that I think about it I was so focused on the game I didn't talk to Miri much... I'm really doing everything backwards.

Rei: It's okay even if you can't game.

Kazuki: Hm?

Rei: I'm gonna go home now. I need to clean. I'll leave Miri to you.

Miri: *wakes up* Hm?

Kazuki: Miri, are you awake?

Miri: Kazuki-papa? Eh? Ah! Are you better now?!

Kazuki: *Laughs* Yeah! Completely! Seeing your face gives me 100 times more energy! Thank you.

Miri: *Giggles* Yeah!

Kazuki: I'll make you anything you want today as a thank you! What would you like?

Miri: Hmm... French toast!

Kazuki: Okay got it! ...is what I want to say but... Rei's is better than mine so you should get him to make it.

Miri: No. Today I want yours, Kazuki-papa!

Kazuki: Huh?

Miri: Rei-papa's french toast and your french toast are both the best in the world!

Kazuki: Ah... I see

***************

Everyone: Itadakimasu!

*Everyone eats*

Rei: Your french toast and mine really do taste a little different.

Kazuki: Hm? Well, the recipe was the same... but differences in cooking styles might make some difference in taste.

Rei: You learn a lot when you make it yourself. How hard it is...

Miri: Both of them are good!

Rei: and the happiness it gives.

Kazuki: I realized something too.

Rei: What?

Kazuki: When I'm doing night shifts, I can't spend time eating with you and Miri like this.

Ri: Ahh...

Kazuki: I'm going to stop taking night shifts. Nothing is more important than time with family! ...but we still have to think of what to do for a job. How do you even choose a job?

Rei: We don't even really have the option of being choosy.

Kazuki: Right...?

Rei: What about a house cleaning service?

Kazuki: Well it's not like we couldn't but.... Hmm... What about doing background checks?

Rei: I don't really want to leave the house. It would decrease my time with Miri.

Kazuki: Man, you... *sighs* What should we do?

Miri: *Happily eating*

Kazuki: Seeing her smiling face makes our troubles seem like nothing.

Rei: Miri, is it good?

Miri: Yeah!

Kazuki: We have enough for seconds! Do you want some?

Miri: I want it! But...

Rei: But?

Miri: I want to eat with everyone!

Kazuki: Everyone?

Miri: Yeah! Like Anna-chan, Kotori-chan, Hinata-chan, Taiga-kun and my friends at my new preschool! Everyone! I'm sure they'd all think it was good and be happy!

Rei: I see... then how about we make a whole bunch next time and invite everyone?

Miri: YAY!

Rei: If we invite the mom friends then it should make exchanging information smooth, right, Kazuki?

Kazuki: Everyone? Everyone! That's it!

Rei: What?

Kazuki: We should open a restaurant! Like Kyuu-chan! I can cook! And if it's french toast then you can make it perfectly. Besides, we've already got all the best equipment for coffee!

Rei: Hmmm... if the restaurant and our house are in the same place then we can always be with Miri.

Kazuki: What do you think, Rei?

Rei: It's not bad.

Kazuki: Okay! Then it's decided! Miri, we're opening a restaurant!

Miri: We're playing restaurant?

Kazuki: Not playing! A real one!

Miri: Rei-papa is unsociable so we can't!

Rei: Wha! Miri... where did you learn that?

Miri: Kazuki-papa says it! Unsociable!

Kazuki: W-well... we can do something about it with special training!

Rei: Ehh? Special training again?

Kazuki: Yeah, on days when you don't have housework.

Miri: It's okay, Rei-papa! I'll cheer you on lots!

Rei: Yeah... then I can probably do it.

Kazuki: Okay! So then where should we start? Should we start with a name?

Rei: No, shouldn't we find a location for it first?

Miri: I think there should be pictures on the wall at the restaurant! Should I draw some?

Kazuki: Yeah, please, Master Artist Miri! Ahh... Do we need to go to some government office to get permits?

Rei: Government offices again? I hate them.

Miri: It's okay! You just tell them to do as you say!

Kazuki: That's right! It will work out!

***************

Kazuki: Th-Thank you for waiting.

Rei: Here's your french toast and coffee... sir.

Kazuki: Eat up, Kyuu-chan!

Kyuutarou: Ita-

Kazuki: How is it?

Rei: Is it good?

Kyuutarou: I haven't eaten yet.

Kazuki: Ahh, right! Sorry.

Kyuutarou: Itadakimasu

Rei: It makes me nervous to have someone other than Kazuki and Miri eat it.

Kazuki: Well, he is a pro... and I don't think we'll be open long if we can't get approval from our peers... So how is it Kyuu-chan!?

Kyuutarou: Well... first of all, Kazuki.

Kazuki: Yes!?

Kyuutarou: Your face is stiff and creepy. Stop fake smiling at the customers to try to flatter them.

Kazuki: Eh!?

Kyuutarou: Rei!

Rei: Yes?

Kyuutarou: You're too blank faced. And you need to look the customers in the eye.

Rei: Okay...

Kazuki: So... how does it taste?

Kyuutarou: I think it's alright.

Kazuki/Rei: Oh!

Kyuutarou: So this is your answer?

Kazuki: Yeah! I don't know how long we can keep doing it... but this is a place for our family.

Rei: I'll do my best at work and spending time with Miri.

Kyuutarou: Yeah! Do your best at making your own family.

Kazuki: Oh! There's a customer! Rei!

Rei: Yeah.

Kazuki: Hello!

Rei: Welcome to Diner Nest!

#buddy daddies #drama cd #my translation #SoundCloud

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world-of-aus · 11 months

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Live Now

Pairing: Camboy!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Warnings: NONE.

Authors Note: Here is Part 2 to our cammers, this is just to build story up I promise the other installments will have all the smut. Enjoy Buns and Happy Readings!

Bucky stares at the message, a chuckle building in his chest as he rereads it. The cursor blinks back at him, waiting for a one-time quick wit response from him.

His fingers hover over the keys, he types.

I‘After that live, well I guess you could say I’m a fan in the making, had your name being dropped in my lives every other day, had to come see for myself what all the fuss was about, you don’t disappoint do you siren?’

Bucky plans to leave you with that, but when he moves the cursor back over the ‘x’ to close the tab your reply is coming through.

‘Looks like I’m going to owe your following a thank you, perhaps on my next live. I’m not too keen on disappointing, I like being a good girl.’

Bucky feels his cock stir as he reads, then rereads your message, his fingers move over the keys.

‘I’ll make sure to let them know to swing on by for that thank you. Is that so, well something tells me you’re not always a good girl siren, you look like you need a good knee to be tossed over occasionally.’

His cock hardens in his grey joggers at your response.

‘Are you offering, because I wouldn’t decline, I could be so good for you.’

Any other time and Bucky would have jumped at the opportunity, but he already had someone scheduled to join his live this week, and while he would have loved to get out of his predicament, he had numbers to build, and he knew dropping one of the highest rated female cammers could have his numbers dropping within minutes if word got out.

‘Not sure you can handle me siren.’

Is what he offers instead, it’s not a ‘no’ but it’s not a ‘yes’ either - yet. Your response comes in seconds later.

‘A shame, well I hope to one day get the chance to prove you wrong, till next time xoxo.’

Bucky smiles at that, his fingers clicking the tab closed, and opening another shortly after, and while his work email loads, he has no doubt that you’ll get that chance, he just had a loose end to tie.

The loose end shows up as an unread response. Vixen.

‘Buckmeup I look forward to our live tomorrow, let me know whether you prefer my place or yours.. Can’t wait to meet you.. Xx – Vixen.’

Bucky types up his reply, inputting his address before shooting the message back. When performing a live with another cammer he preferred his space, it made sure he was in control of the situation at all times, and he liked being in control, and inviting Vixen over ensured that. He had a good amount of time to prepare before tomorrow.

You were on cloud nine; it had been a day and you couldn’t rid yourself of the feeling, giddiness washing over you in waves as you reread the messages between you and buckmeup for your friend. “I can’t believe it Tasha,” you breathed into the line, “buckmeup, thee buckmeup watched my live, he’s the hottest, highest rating male cammer right now!”

The redhead laughs over the line, “and he’s also your only favorite male cammer right now,” she teases. “You still looking around for that replica dildo of his junk?”

“Natasha,” you whine, “you think I have a chance though?” you question after a brief pause.

“Y/n that man would have to be seriously stupid for him to pass a chance up with you, if anyone should be worried it should be him not being able to handle you, not the other way around. You’ve built yourself up, you don’t need a man to help with that.”

Your teeth find your lower lip as you look at the messages screen, your friend was right. “I can hear you overthinking, stop it.” Your fingers close the tab, “I’m sorry,” you whine, “but the man who fuels my fantasies said I looked like I needed to be tossed over a knee, I think I'm allowed this moment, this has never happened before!”

Natasha’s laughing, “what am I going to do with you?”

“Help me get to the top,” you offer “take vixen’s number one spot away?”

“If you keep following my advice, I have no doubt that you’ll reach the top soon, I mean look, your favorite cammer messaged you I’d say you’re at the halfway mark babe.”

The giddiness returns, “he did, didn’t he.” The two of you laugh, “you sure you don’t want to come out with Clint and I tonight, it’ll be fun, you can tell me more about your interaction too.”

“Tasha I refuse to intrude on date night, Clint may have been oblivious to the first time where I seemingly just happened to show up by myself at the same bar and grill as you two, but he’s going to know somethings up the second time around.”

“Boo you whore.”

“Hey,” you laugh, “I have uploading to do anyway, I finally finished editing those shots you took of me the other day.”

“Uhuh, are you sure you won’t be viewing someone’s live tonight instead of uploading those edits?”

“Natasha,” you laugh those it does little to hide your true intentions, “I do have to upload – and maybe take a small peek at buckmeups live – he said he was going to tell his viewers to come get their thank you from me, I have to see if it’s true!”

The two of you laugh, Clint voice cutting through in the background, your friend sighs, “listen I’ve got to go, but I’m dropping by tomorrow, there’s a set I want you to try on.”

“Is it more revealing then the first?”

You can see her smirk through the phone, “you bet, see you tomorrow lover!

“See you tomorrow, tell Clint I said hi and that we should get together soon!”

The call ends with a click, your phone being tossed off to the side as you settle into bed. The photo editor goes ignored as you open a new tab, typing in the website you settle further into your sheets as it loads.

You don’t have to go any farther than the first page, his profile one of the first ones to choose from. His live now notification blinks before you, welcoming, inviting. You click on it instantly, your screen going black before his figure comes onto the screen, but he’s not alone. A brunette lays spread naked on his sheets, her fingers dancing along her body as she waits for him. You don’t have to wait long to find out who she is, vixen.

Of course it was vixen.

A part of your mind screams at you to close the page, but the bigger part of you screams to stay, to sit and watch what she brings to the table and see the ways you could do better.

You find it's almost painful to sit through this live, your fingers not having drifted south once since it started. You’ve almost closed the tab three times with how hard Vixen was laying it down, but you were determined to see it through to the end.

You nearly breathed a sigh of relief when Buckmeup’s orgasm finally hits, you’d say that was the best part of this live, and with the way the coins were hitting his account you’d say his viewers thought the same as well. You should have exited at this point, but you waited, watching as Buckmeup thanked his viewers for being so good for them, that he couldn’t wait to see them next time.

Your screen goes blank after ‘buckmeups live has now ended’ appearing on the screen before you. You’re not sure what you feel in that moment, can’t quite decipher the feeling as you exit the screen. As you open a new tab, fingers taking you to your website of work you think the feeling may be a lit fire as you upload your newest edits.

‘To buckmeup’s fans, thank you, come join me tomorrow live, for a good time.. Xoxo – Siren’

#camboy!bucky #cam girl!au #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au

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Interest check because I'm trying to figure out a way for me and my cat to not starve to death.

Rant under the cut

Basically I work as an international advisor in a British company which only handles British customers, they specifically hire people from my country because it's a 3rd world country and would be cheap labor and because they know that we won't find any other or better job because of our county's current economic crisis. My entire part-time salary is from $100 to $135 a month which is like, nothing compared to what the British employees who work in the same company doing much less work than me get. My department which only ppl from my country are assigned to, handles 89 queries while all the other departments that only British and Indian employees are assigned to handle from 10 to 20 queries, when we get any system outages which happens quite often, British and Indian employees don't take calls because they can't work without a system, while they force us to take calls just to tell the customers "sorry, we currently have a system outage" and we would be just like punching bags for the frustrated customers that would be upset when we tell them sorry I can't do anything to help you because I have no system at the moment and then to top it off, they don't remove any negative impact such calls during system outages leaves on our performance so we wouldn't get our target bonus and they would end up paying us even less. Not to mention the sneaky ways they force us to work unpaid overtime without really saying it, as we are required to submit a note after every call stating everything happened on the calls without leaving any small details while not having enough time between the calls to type them as sometimes we would just have 2 minutes between every call and sometimes the calls would be back to back without a single second, and we're not allowed to take any time without calls outside of our scheduled breaks either which forces us to type these notes during our breaks and after our shifts. And all of this is just the short version of things, there are so many more messed up things that I left off to avoid having even a longer post.

Anyway, I used to work a full-time shift in that company but I couldn't take 9 hours a day of such stress especially that our department handles (accounts management + complaints + billing) hence why we handle such a huge amount of queries in comparison to other departments so most of the calls I get would be angry customers just yelling which resulted in a huge decline in my mental health, especially that I already suffer from depression, anxiety and a bunch of other stuff so I decided to switch to part time before I completely lose my mind especially after I used to spend the entire day just crying, having panic attacks in the morning the closer my shift start time approaches sometimes and having nightmares so many nights + the rate of my PTSD flashbacks of some traumatic events of things happened to me in the past increased dramatically so I ended up switching to part time and things were kinda manageable, my part-time salary was barley enough for basic living expenses but it was better than having to live that nightmare 9 hours a day plus the extra time I would have to spend after shifts typing notes. But today, I went to work and I was surprised that they switched me back to a full time shift starting tomorrow, they have been threatening me with it for quite sometime now, basically saying that as a graduate it's unreasonable for me to have a part time shift and that only students are allowed to take part time shifts because they need it for studying and I would always reply by telling them that having a part-time shift is the only thing that keeps me going and that I won't be able to continue working if they switched me back to full time. So allegedly!!.. because last month I didn't achieve the target which was basically due to the company having 3 major system outages that only our department (aka Egyptians) had to take calls during it, I don't deserve to have the exception of having a part time now, even tho almost everyone in our department didn't achieve the target for the same reason so yeah, it's now either I go back to working a full time shift of that nightmare which I'm absolutely sure that I won't be able to survive or I resign because they aren't even giving me any time to think or try to find something eles.

So I'm just trying to figure out how to survive basically if I resigned and this is why I'm posting this interest check, so please only choose "yes" if you think you might be interested in commissioning me if I made a post with more details and prices.

#interest check #my art #sky draws

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sunshinesdaydream · 10 months

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Don't Go Breaking My Heart Part 2

Pairing: Rex x Female Reader Rating: General Audience for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be less G rated. Summary: Reader's experience at Right to Love office and her coping evening after. Note: Greatheart(oc clone name)is a name I pulled from a Robin McKinley retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Content Warnings: Anxiety and symptoms of (based on author's personal experience) also other various "neurospicy" situations. Word Count: 1544

Link to Playlist I use for this AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4

You hesitated opening the door, but forced your way through it. Fidgeting your ring you make it to the desk.

“Did you have a question?” The man at the desk asked, his voice soft.

Digging your nails into your palms you met his gaze. A clone, similar to the rest. His hair was long, though and he wore a kind expression. You relaxed slightly, “No, I,” you hesitated.

But he smoothly picked up, with a reassuring tone. “Of course you are here to start your profile,” He smoothly stood, holding a data pad.

“Yes, thank you,” you respond, feeling back on track.

“Come this way, it's a more comfortable place for you to go through this form,” you could see his name tag read “Greatheart”

You follow him down the hallway to a room with a small table and two chairs. He hands the datapad to you.

“Someone will be in after you submit this, to finish out some questions. But take your time. There is no rush. There is water in the room, and a 'fresher down the hall. If you need anything, hit the call tab on the data pad.” he paused for half a beat and then added, “You have this, you are going to do great,” with a gentle smile.

You were able to return the smile and thank him again before he made his way back to the front desk.

You took a little more than an hour to fill out the profile on the datapad. You had already seen a lot of the form on the holonet when researching.

Then about twenty minutes after that a smiling woman entered the room and introduced herself as Isa.

“I have a few questions for you, of course,” Isa said, her tone excited. “But I have an especially good feeling about this!”

The questions were ones you had expected, for the most part. So you had prepared answers, ones you had mentally practiced. But there were a few that made you stumble.

“How would you feel about someone still serving in the GAR?” Isa asked.

You paused, not prepared for the question. It was a given, as most of the clones that used this particular office were part of the guard. There were plenty who weren't. Who had left the military and taken on a variety of other work.

“I figured that would be a possibility, considering,” you respond.

Isa nodded, “How would you feel about someone who had to go on missions away for periods of time?”

That was not something you had even thought of. Most that you had met either were part of the guard or had left the GAR to do other things. You spun the ring on your thumb, organizing your thoughts. “It takes loyalty and dedication to continue that work, especially now that they are free to make their own choices. I deeply respect and support that,” you answer.

“But would you be able to cope with it?” Isa asked.

You nodded slowly, “Yes, I have a good support system. I'm not going to say that it would be pleasant, or that I wouldn't worry for them...”

Isa smiled brightly, “Good, to be expected. But I do believe you two will be an excellent match.”

You froze, 'the kriff did she say?'

She tapped on her data pad for a few minutes. Then exclaimed, “Oh, you have even more in common than I thought! You even came in the same day, I just spoke to him this morning,”

Yes, that was what she said, you weren't mishearing or wrongly interpreting. You didn't need to ask her to repeat herself.

While in the middle of this revelation she asked, “You are free tomorrow night?”

Despite the wave of anxiety that sent a chill through your body and your mind screaming in alert, you answered firmly, “Yes, I am”

“And this cafe you have listed as one of your preferred locations?” she asked.

“Yes, it is near the bakery,” you respond.

“Excellent!” Isa continued. “You will be meeting Rex there tomorrow evening. I'll be sending you some details and a short profile, it all should be in your com box before you leave.”

Between that and getting back to your apartment was a blur. The sincere thank you to Isa, the ride on the hoverbus, ordering your favorite comfort food delivered. Between the work day and the afternoon visit to Right to Love, it was a lot.

You settled on your couch, weighted blanket over your legs, favorite comfy clothes on, comfort holo on with your food and datapad.

After answering your friend and business partner's com text about how it went with a short “It went, overwhelmed, talk to you tomorrow,” You started with the things Right to Love had sent you.

The profiles on the clones were honestly short. Pronouns were as to be expected, as Isa had used “him” in conversation earlier, but the profile confirmed he/him.

Even with the slight differences their looks boiled down to the same description. The only things listed for description were hair color and immediately visible tattoos.

No highly visible tattoos, but blonde. So he colored his hair. Right? You thought about how some of them had the minor differences, this one's lips were slightly fuller, another had slightly lighter eyes. Hair texture was slightly variable, though that could also be accomplished through chemical means.

It led you down the research spiral of whether the clones could naturally have differently colored hair. Did that open a can of worms. Debates about exactly how genetically similar they actually were, mutations, artificial adjustments to their genetic make up that could cause mutations and side effects. Eventually you backed out of that search with the answer of it could be bleached or natural.

You went back to the short profile. They purposefully left out ranks, and their numbers. Because they didn't want identified as the numbers any longer and ranks because RTL didn't want people that were hunting for a high ranking officer for prestige.

As indicated in the conversation earlier, he was still in the military. So job was simply GAR. Interests were listed as art, music, holofilms, strategy games, and reading.

Your friend and business partner, Idalia, had some talent for finding people on the holonet. You opened a search engine and searched his name, not expecting much. Maybe a few social media accounts you might have to sift through to find him.

But dozens of results came back, all for the same man. You recognized the helmet design from multiple propaganda reels and news articles. Captain Rex? The war hero? Not that they all weren't, but this man was on a different level. Why would they match you with him?

You scroll through the results, searching for a social media account. Some trooper that had chosen the name as well, or even named themselves after him. But you found none, not even one for him.

You spin your ring, you had avoided telling Idalia because if she heard the entire block would know about the date and a good third of them would try to be in the cafe to see.

At the same time she had found more on people with less, and you could use a friend's reassurance right now. But you did not need an audience or what they would call “moral support”. While your community was supportive and helpful they all definitely liked to talk.

You went back to the search results. If you could find a holo of the guy, maybe you could rule him out. But of the many, many holos you scrolled through he had his helmet on in every single one. You adjusted your search request multiple times and finally found one slightly blurry holo of what presumably was Captain Rex distracted by something.

He had the blonde hair from the profile, cut short almost to shaved. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to trust the process. Isa had been visibly excited. Reviews of RTL were beyond amazing as was their success rate.

You went back to the packet. There were things marked to read later and things marked as urgent. The first urgent info sheet covered basics of clone culture, how it wasn't a monolith, and how many groups were influenced by their Jedi generals or if they were in one place for a long period the locals there. Deeply interesting, but you resist another research spiral as it was getting late.

There were more sensitive topics such as the potential for differences in body language, due to the nature of their social development. Another debunking myths and preconceptions.

There even was a list of second date ideas. But no direction on how to not be awkward when you meet him. You got to the end of the “urgent read now” list and your datapad alerted to your low battery.

With a sigh you get up from your couch nest, your comfort film having been long over and the entertainment system self shut down, you gather your dinner garbage, put your data pad on to charge, and get ready for sleep.

Or you hoped you would sleep.

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oceanlipgloss · 4 months

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21.12.2023

Just downloaded What in “Hell” is Bad lol this post is going to sort of be a live 'diary entry' for me to commemorate the memory so it will be looong (edit: and unhinged, too, apparently, no thanks to Satan)

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Intro: shut up how cute is this little red marshmallow his hands look like small cocktail sausages

Update I: what the fuck this is so weird I like it

Update II: ayeeee hell yeah it's fate

Update III: nah man I'm fucking dying lmaooo

Update IV: HE'S REALLY HOT. Kinda bananas, but hot. Grabbing her cheeks sounds painful though, ngl

Anyways I smell a fanfic on the way already just lemme delve deeper into the story and get to know him better first

Update V: the angels aren't angelic at all, but okay the fuck was that, Gabriel

Update VI: bro why is everyone kissing her this is wilddddd lmao this mc is either going to be 'keep your hands off me' all the time or 'put your hands on me' all the time, no in-between

Update VII: romance at its finest

Update VIII: come again? reminds me of the guests in mystic messenger

Update IX: *smashes keyboard* sjnshfswpsjs that was SO HOT

Update X: LMFAO DUDE WHAT AN MC now please screw like there's no tomorrow

Update XI: OMFG IT'S HAPPENINGGG no the food came way too early and even though it's weird asf that they went at it so soon you will NOT catch me complaining. I love this man already and I love how they're influencing each other's emotions.

Why are his horns nutting too tho (day 2, edit 1: I get it now. Also, who knew Minhyeok would also have a horn? Iswtg man lmao)

Update XII: demon semen is the wae.

Like are you seriously telling me that every time she needs to breathe properly, a demon—which I'm sure won't always be Satan from the looks of it—has to screw her brains out? Fr fr?

You mean to say that devil nut is 'energy,' aka the key to keeping her alive in Hell, and that she's gonna somehow end up going to the other six kingdoms and getting six more different varieties of devil dick to stay alive? ROFL

And since Solomon came up with that concept to begin with, that means he's also fucked demons left and right. Time to go touch some grass this is so messed up that I like it just for that despite the discomfort. I really love the darkly realistic take on it lol

d2, e2: so apparently, getting railed isn't always the answer, because the method that was used with Minhyeok also works. Does that mean no more sex with Satan? YOUR HONOR I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT

But! Something tells me it's wrong to predict that MC won't get laid by someone else

Update XIII: thanks fam

Update XIV: babyyy

Oh God, at this rate perhaps I'll make more live updates to keep on my blog and laugh at later. This game is wild and funny but those sentence structures, word choices and grammar mistakes are sucking at my brain

Also, do you ever just see/meet a character and know that they're THE one in the game you're playing or whatever it is you're watching/reading even before the others are introduced? Because as far as I know, this feels like one of those situations. Satan is a fine, fine man, man. Let me get that masterlist ready

And! I wanted to say this but ended up babbling and dying and forgetting, but I really appreciate the fact that Satan is attracted to MC not because of her relation to Solomon but because of her freaky tendencies how she was watching unholy stuff when they first met. It's comforting that he likes her for her. I LOVE HIM

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d2e3: BRUH NOOOO I'M ALREADY STUCK lmao

And I can tell I won't have luck pulling cards in this game, but I won't give up just yet. I will upgrade the hell out of my Satan card and pray to get a good card on free daily pulls (but catch me spending my keys for an event with a great Satan card after I figure out how easy/hard it is to get keys)

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23.12.2023: gave up on the Play Store version and downloaded the EROLABS one instead. I don't see any difference so far, but reading Satan's H scene again from the start was a pleasure really nice lol

#whb #what in hell is bad #what in “hell” is bad #what in hell is bad diaries

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geeky-politics-46 · 2 years

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Personal Space

Smut - Explicit content - NSFW - 18+ only!

Pairing: Sinister Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: You try to set some boundaries in your new relationship together, but it still ends the same way... with you both naked.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - pet names, language, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie, light Dom/Sub, dom Stephen, Stephen being a horny little devil

Send me nice dirty thoughts tomorrow please. I'm having more dental work done & will need good things to distract me.

You really couldn't get enough of each other. If there had been anyone else in that universe they would have been utterly sickened at your displays. Particularly the fact that the dark scary sorcerer who was now your partner had taken to following you around like a lovesick puppy. The first few days after you officially consummated your relationship he didn't even want to let you out of his sight.

He eventually stopped following you around, or at least he got better about not being obvious about it. It still didn't stop the flowers and little 'I love you' notes that would magically appear. It was obnoxiously sweet that he seemed to not be able to go more than several hours without telling you he loved you and needing to hear you say it back. You knew it was from being alone for so long and even before that feeling like love had repeatedly sucker punched him.

After you woke up in the middle of the night to find him staring at you lovingly, which in turn scared the crap out of you at three in the morning, you knew you had to tell him to reel it back just a little. Otherwise you were gonna end up in a fight about it when he popped out of nowhere for the umpteenth time in a day. You had to figure out the right way to say it though. The right way to tell him that you adored him but he was quickly on the way smothering you.

You decided the best way to make sure you maintained your own independence was to have a space that was each your own. The other had to have permission to enter. For Stephen you had assumed this would be his office. You already felt weird going in there if he didn't give you permission, so it just made sense. For you you had already picked what had previously been your bedroom before you moved into Stephen's. It was still close by so you would be within earshot, but far enough away you wouldn't feel like a zoo animal.

After he snuck up behind you and started attacking your neck for the third time that day, you carefully started to brooch the subject. Depending on how the conversation went you could either take him to bed to try to pacify and reassure him, or actually get some form of housekeeping done. You had taken to trying to fix parts of the Sanctum as well as organise some of the stuff Stephen had just left cluttered everywhere. It kept you busy. You hadn't gotten much done though.

"Hey Stephen, I want to make a suggestion. As much as I enjoy all of your attention, and I do, I think maybe we should each have a spot to go where the other one can't interrupt whatever we are doing. Just so we don't start to drive each other mad. I love you but I have been trying to fold this one load of laundry for a day and a half. At this rate neither of us are gonna have clothes."

"Forget the laundry darling. I can just conjure us up new clothes, or better yet… we just don't wear any."

He went back to kissing and biting at your neck only to realize after a few moments you weren't making a joke of some sort or teasing him. He couldn't hide the shock of hurt in his eyes. You immediately tried to soothe any unease in him. By holding him tight and nuzzling into his neck.

"I love you so much Stephen. I don't want you to doubt that for a minute. I never thought I could love anyone the way I love you. It's for that reason that I want to make sure we take care of this relationship."

He knew you were probably right. He may be a brilliant sorcerer and surgeon but you were probably the one with better logic, and better relationship experience. It still didn't mean it didn't hurt him a little. You brought him back to life. He was a little afraid if he wasn't around you for long enough it might actually physically kill him.

He would try his hardest to go along with this, but only after he pouted about it. You were the most cherished thing in his life. If he had his way he would keep you in bed or in his lap all day everyday. He looked like a little kid who you told couldn't have his dessert. He actually had his lower lip pushed out as plopped down in the chair in front of you and made grabby arms at you. You couldn't help but oblige the overgrown man child and sat down in his lap.

You pulled his head into your chest and stroked your fingers through the gray hair at his temple. He wrapped his arms tight around your waist and pulled you as close as he could. Letting him sulk a little as you placed kisses on top of his head. How this man could be the same one who destroyed his entire universe you had no idea. He was a big teddy bear. A scared puppy who just needed love.

He finally gave in, a big sigh coming from him before he finally looked up at you, "You're right. Having our own space is a good idea. I guess I have been a little, much, lately. I just feel so much better with you, and I want you all the time. You have no idea what you do to me."

"I know Stephen. I'm glad I make you feel better. We can still visit each other when we are in our own spaces, we just have to ask. When we are anywhere else it's open season. There will still be lots and lots of time for us to fuck. I promise and I love you."

"Okay, but can I fuck you on my desk first so I have something nice to think about when you're not there?"

The suggestion got your gears turning. A little glint in your eye. Not only might this idea encourage him to give you some more time to yourself, it would also fulfill a little fantasy you both had swimming around in your heads.

"Tell you what, how about I promise to surprise you in there in the next couple days? Especially after the other day I like the idea of surprising you a bit more often. Trust me, you'll know it when it happens."

He narrowed his eyes and looked at you suspiciously before a grin crossed his face.

"You are such a tease darling, but okay. Starting tomorrow we institute private space rules. For the rest of the night though you are mine, and I'm not letting you out of my arms."

He waved his hands in the air and opened a portal that dropped you both right into your shared bed. True to his word, that is where you stayed for the rest of the night.

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A few days later you were the one lurking around watching Stephen. Waiting for him to go into his office and lose himself in some work. You wouldn't need long to prepare your surprise for him, but you wanted to make sure you could actually surprise him.

Once you saw him wander into his office. Clearly partly only because he really really wanted you to go through with your plan. You stealthily snuck back into your shared bedroom. Shrugging off all of your clothing as quietly as you could and slipped on one of Stephen's dark blue robes.

You were tempted to look for a pair of high heels to slip on with it, but you weren't sure that you had any in that universe yet and if you did, the sound of them on the hardwood floor would have given you away before you got to his office door. So you went barefoot. Holding the robe closed, slinking over to Stephen's office.

You knocked on the door before sticking your head in, making sure to keep the rest of you hidden behind it. He was sitting at his desk with his feet up on it, book in hand. He looked curiously at you and the Chesire cat smirk you wore. Making sure to follow your own rules that you had set, you asked for Stephen's permission to enter.

"Would you like some company Stephen?"

"It depends, what kind of company did you have in mind, my love?"

He closed the book and placed it off to the side of the desk before uncrossing his ankles and sitting up straight in his chair. Intrigued at your game. He crooked an index finger and gestured for you to come in and over to him.

"Well I was just thinking about you and how much I love being in your arms. How good you make me feel, and it got me feeling a little bit needy for your touch."

As you slowly sauntered in you fiddled with the edge of the robe you wore. Exposing a little bit of skin, then hiding it away again. Letting yourself enjoy the feel of the fabric against your bare skin and the fact that the smell of it reminded you of Stephen. He quirked an eyebrow up at you as you approached.

"Is that so darling?"

"Mmm hmm. Even though I'm sure you're terribly busy with all sorts of important things. Maybe you can take a little time to take care of me?"

You let the robe droop off of both shoulders and just barely held it closed. Plenty of cleavage on display. A feline sway in your walk as you moved to where he was behind the desk. Positioning yourself with your back to the desk, you lifting the back of the robe so you could sit yourself up on it. Making sure your ass was bare against the dark stained wood. Letting the robe gather between your legs, hiding what you knew he wanted to see most.

He sat back surveying every move you made. Studying the pretty little display before him. Letting his eyes undress you before his hands got the chance.

"Does my precious angel need some attention? I think I need to see just how needy you are before I know just what kind of attention to give you, love."

You bit your bottom lip and dropped your gaze. Looking up at him through your eyelashes as you let the robes drop from your shoulders and puddle around your waist. Letting your hands trail down your breasts, fingering at your nipples and moaning as you tugged at them. Your legs sliding a little farther apart. A throaty groan coming from Stephen's chest as you tried to play out every part of the fantasy he had told you.

"Keep going princess. Show me how much you need me. You know what I want to see."

Before you could even move, his hand drifted down to rub at his cock through his pants. His hips thrusting against his hand as he gripped at his shaft. You exhaled through your nose as you saw him starting to harden. Suddenly you did really need him to touch you, and you needed to touch him. You felt yourself getting nice and wet for him.

You scooted forward a little more on his desk. Spreading your legs nice and wide before you slid your hands down over the fabric hiding the treasure be wanted at the apex of your thighs. Slowly pulling the fabric away from your body letting it lay on the wood surface you sat on. Moaning softly as the soft fabric caressed your folds. Trying to keep your eyes locked on the sorcerer as your sex came into his view. Watching the fire light behind his crystal blue eyes as he eyed the object of his desire. Licking his lips on reflex.

"So beautiful sweetheart. Look at that pretty little pussy. She's all wet. Is that what you need me to take care of darling? Is this pretty pussy needing to be played with?"

You pouted your lips and nodded your head yes. Trying to seem as desperate as he wanted you to be. You could get very used to playing these little games with him.

"Yes Stephen, can't get enough of you. Love it when you touch me, and kiss me, and fuck me. I want anything you'll give me, baby. I need it."

He scooted forward in his chair and ran his hands up your bare legs. Pulling them up over his arms. Letting his lips suck a small bruise on the center of your ribcage just below your breasts. One of your hands moving to lace into his hair, the other tasked with holding you upright. He started kissing his way down the soft flesh of your belly to your pubic mound. Not letting himself indulge in your sex just yet.

He did let the tips of his fingertips trail down your wet warm slit. Smiling at the way your pussy reacted to even the softest of his touches. He could spend eternity studying and memorizing every single millimeter of your body.

"Say please, pretty girl. You know I want my lips and tongue on your perfect pussy just as much as you do, but I want you to ask correctly since you're interrupting my work. Being such a needy little girl."

You both knew all you had to do was snap your fingers and he would fall to his knees no matter what he was doing and bury his tongue inside you, but he loved that you indulged his dominant urges just as much as his submissive ones. He felt like he could always be himself with you. He was never one to believe in soulmates before you. Especially after he had been so certain he was destined to be with Christine one way or another. Now the fact that he had ever wanted another woman felt unfathomable. A sin to even think. You seemed to have been created from every want and desire he had ever had.

You pulled his lips up to yours. Locking him in a searing kiss. Your knees now bent up by your shoulders as he clung to your thighs. Your fingers gripping in his hair. He was so glad he had neglected cutting it before you arrived. Letting it grow a bit longer than the variant you had met. He loved it when you pulled on it. Maybe he should grow it even longer? How would you feel if he had a ponytail for you to pull on?

"Please eat me out, Stephen. Eat my pussy then fuck me please."

You felt his lips curl up into a smile at the breathy way you begged for him. God it was even better than his fantasy. If having your own personal spaces made you act like this then it may be the best idea ever.

He growled as he dove down between your legs. Throwing your legs over his shoulders and sitting back down in his chair as he began licking at you. Little teasing kitten licks on your slit before sucking lightly on one labia then the other. His nose nudging at your clit but otherwise ignoring it until you started trying to steer his mouth there. He finally let his lips close around it and gave it a couple soft laps with his tongue. Sucking on it a single time before he dipped down to lick up more of your nectar. Your taste was an ambrosia to his senses and the more he teased you the more it flooded his mouth.

He groaned against your pussy, vocalizing his enjoyment before he sucked hard on your clit. Leaving the tip of his tongue positioned against your hole, desperately wanting to feel you fuck yourself on it. You quickly got where he was going with it. Feeling the way the muscle stiffened as you let your hips roll against his face left very little question about it.

By now you had to use both your hands to hold you up on the desk so you used them to create the leverage you needed to push your hips forward and backward. You started gently, just letting the very tip of his tongue probe inside you. The sensation was so nice. So teasing. You quickly started to fuck his tongue deeper into your needy hole. The evil in his eyes shining through as he knew his tongue penetrating you just made you more needy. You needed something deeper, something that would really stretch you open. You needed his cock, but he wanted to make you work for it a little more.

You dropped your head back, concentrating on the feeling of his tongue moving in and out of you. The sucking pressure on your clit when you pushed his tongue farther inside you. Desperately trying to focus on the stimulation he was giving your clit and trying hard to press his tongue against that sweet spot on your inner wall. The harder you tried to move towards a climax the more apparent it became you needed more to get there. That he was making you have to ask for more, and you knew how he wanted you to ask. He wanted you to beg.

"Please Stephen, I need more. Wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad. Need your cock daddy. Please."

Now that intrigued him. You had never called him daddy before. It seemed he had officially turned you into his needy little desperate baby girl. He slowly started pulling back. Letting your legs drop from his shoulders before somewhat reluctantly pulling his mouth off of your yummy pussy. Leaning back in his chair and observing the state he had left you in for a moment before making his next move.

With a single simple hand gesture he stripped himself of his own clothing. His cock standing at attention and he quickly started to lazily stroke himself. Your eyes were locked on his cock and the fluid that started to bead up on his tip. God you wanted him to fuck you. He chuckled when he noticed your eyes watching his cock intently.

"See something you want, pretty baby? Tell daddy what you want."

You hopped off the desk and started walking towards him. Rubbing at your clit as you stood in front of him. Your eyes never leaving his big thick cock.

"Want your cock in me. Wanna bounce on your cock daddy. Please? Can I ride your cock?"

He patted his knee beckoning you to him before holding out an arm to help you mount him. You quickly moved to straddle him, but he didn't let you lower yourself onto his cock. Instead he wanted to tease you just a little longer. He ran the head of his cock up and down your slit. Making sure to slap his cock against your clit several times when he reached it. He knew that you loved the sensation of his cockhead teasing you right before he fucked you. He loved watching his pre-cum smear all over your pussy and mix with your slick.

Once he had his fun and his teasing had you gripping his shoulders with both hands he leaned his chin up to kiss your swollen well bitten lips. Whispering into your mouth in between kisses.

"Take it baby. Take what you need. Bounce on daddy's cock and maybe I'll help. Make yourself cum. Then you get to make daddy cum. Be my good girl and earn daddy's cum."

He positioned his tip right at your entrance and let you start to slide yourself down on him. You both moaned at the feel of your warm wet heat engulfing him. After impaling yourself halfway down on his length, you lifted your hips pulling everything out but his tip before sliding all the way back down. As you bottomed out he couldn't help but let a needy 'fuck kitten' fall as his head dropped to look at where you connected. He didn't think anything ever felt as good as you did. He let his hands come to rest on your hips and gave your ass a small little slap.

You got the message loud and clear. Slowly starting to slide up and down on his shaft. Using his shoulders for leverage to help yourself build up some speed and force. Angling your hips a little differently every few bounces trying to find the perfect angle to hit that sweet spot. Stephen knew you had found it when your mouth fell open and your head fell back. It was at that point he took over some of the effort of moving you up and down so you could focus on keeping his tip hitting your g-spot. Letting the heat start to build in your low belly.

"That's it, pretty baby. I know you found that perfect spot. Just felt you gush around my cock. Love those little sounds you make when you fuck me."

He couldn't help but start adding his own force as he fucked up into you. Starting to thrust up from beneath you. Making your bounces all the harder each time you landed. The sound of your hips slamming down on him making him all the more feral. Your breasts bouncing in his face adding to it, he burrowed his face into them licking at your nipples whenever they passed by his lips. His fingers clawing at your ass cheeks, holding onto you even tighter.

"Tell daddy how good it feels, baby. I can feel you starting to squeeze me tighter."

"So good Stephen. Your cock feels so good inside me."

He started punctuating his words with harder thrusts. Making sure to roll his hips a little extra to rub on your clit a little more.

"This. Is. So. Much. Better. Than. I. Fantasized. I'm fucking you in here every single day."

You were clinging onto his shoulders and your thighs were burning. Each bounce on his cock pushing you closer to cumming. Your eyes were squeezed shut. Just a few more of his firm deep thrusts and you would be there. You could feel your pussy starting to flutter around his cock. Your juices drenching him and making each slide up and down even better.

"So close daddy. So close. I'm gonna cum. You always make me cum so hard daddy."

He moved one hand to your lower back and brought his other hand around to your front. Pulling his thumb up to your mouth for you to give it a good suck before bringing it back down to strum over your clit. As soon as he started gently circling the bundle of nerves your countdown officially started. You started whimpering as your bounces got out of rhythm.

"That's it baby. I know you're right there. Cum on daddy's cock, pretty baby. Cum for me angel. Soak me so I can give you mine."

His coaxing you on tipped you over the edge and the heat in your belly snapped. Your pussy fluttered uncontrollably and the muscles of your legs started shaking. Stephen's thrusts underneath you never ceasing or even slowing. Each one prolonging your orgasm. He knew you were spent when your chest fell forward and your face fell to the crook of his neck. You started kissing and licking at the spot below his ear. Positioning yourself to encourage his own orgasm.

"Oh good daddy, made me feel so good. Use me daddy. Want you to feel good too. Fill me up. Pound my pussy daddy."

He growled at your last statement. He loved when you asked him to be a little rough. So he wrapped his arms around you tight and started slamming himself up into you. Between the force he was bouncing you and the force of his own thrusting he had you moaning again within seconds. Between the feeling of your perfect wet pussy on his cock and the sounds of you teetering on the edge of overstimulation it wasn't going to take him long to finish.

"Gonna fill you up so good princess. Love filling you up. Maybe one day I'll fill you up and you can make me a real daddy."

The high pitched squeak that elicited was what did it for him. Two more thrusts and his cock started to throb inside you. A groan coming from him with each rope of cum that shot into you. He always filled you up so completely. Your pussy always seemed to milk every single drop from him.

After a few moments to catch his breath, he effortlessly lifted you up and carried you to your shared bedroom. He kept his cock nestled inside you the whole time. Easing your filthy fuck back down to an intimate exchange between lovers. He laid down with you and kept you close in his arms.

Eventually he let you get up to go to the bathroom to pee and clean yourself up, before bringing back a warm damp cloth to take care of Stephen. You really enjoyed caring for him after sex. You knew he wasn't used to being cared for that way, with tender gestures, and you loved seeing the lines on his face melt away and his eyes soften. You loved the warm sweet man that showed up when you made the simplest of sweet gestures. You couldn't help but place a sweet sensual kiss on his lips. Pulling back to enjoy the smile on his face.

"So when you are feeling very needy you get a bit of a daddy kink? That's very good to know my love. I love learning about all the little things that get you all hot and bothered."

"You don't mind, do you Stephen? I don't have to call you daddy if you don't like it. It just kinda came out because you were so dominant. It's not a frame of mind I get into all the time. It's a little embarrassing I guess."

You buried your face in your palms to hide the blush that had cropped up onto your cheeks. This was one of those few kinks you didn't like talking about that much. He pulled your hands away from your face and kissed your knuckles on both hands. Then he started pulling you over to snuggle into his chest.

He was nowhere near ready to admit it to you yet, but he meant what he said about maybe he wanted you to make him a daddy for real at some point. It was a thought he had found himself entertaining the more your relationship evolved. Maybe someday.

"I like whatever turns you on. I wanna learn every little thing about my dirty girl. Whatever makes my angel's filthy side come out. Right now I know I could use some naked cuddles with my perfect princess though. I do love how you can do a complete 180 like that from my dirty girl to my perfect angel. You are so perfect. Let's go to bed my darling. I love you so much."

"I love you too Stephen, very much."

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the-fiction-witch · 28 days

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Arrangement P4

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet

I headed out of the ward to the front desk and made notes on what medications and procedures were planned for my patients, scribbling away for a while. I noticed the front doors open to the sweetest of sights, Y/n headed into the hospital wearing a sweet black and white plaid gown, her little black lace boots and a pair of white gloves, her long Y/c/H hair braided and pinned with a hairpin, a black lace parasol in hand. I tried not to blush but my smile slipped through as I saw her come in and look around until she spotted me a smile cracking across her lips,

"Hello my dear," I smiled brushing my hands off and going over,

"Hello Doctor," she smiled offering her hand,

I happily took her hand and gave it a sweet kiss, "You have blessed our hospital with your visit sweet lady,"

"Aww you're far too kind to me Jack," She giggled,

"Well, how could I not be kind to my future bride," I smiled, "Now would you like a tour of the hospital? And then you could keep me company down in the morgue this afternoon while I do some surgical work?"

"That sounds lovely," she smiled excitedly and took my arm,

So I held her hand and gave her a tour of the hospital showing her around the place and giving her examples of the work I do all of which my little macabre firecracker girl utterly adored. Before finally we headed down to the morgue, I stood and got my tools to get working on the body she smiled and cuddled with my arm as I worked I happily held her and gave her head some kisses.

After a while, I saw her sweetly watching so I offered her my blade,

"ohh?" She asked a little shocked, "I've never-"

"Well you can't hurt him anymore," I told her,

"I really can?"

"Of course, I'll be right here to help you."

She giggled and happily took the blade so I wrapped my arms around her and talked her through what she needed to do. She was so happy, and excited and she worked very well.

"Perfect, you did flawlessly my dear," he smiled, "maybe once we're married I could have to here as my little nurse for surgery,"

"You would?"

"I would happily have you as my nurse, working beside me, handing me my tools, helping me with surgery," I told her, "Would you like that?"

"Very much,"

"Well, you'd be more than welcome,"

"You're far too sweet to me Jack," she cooed,

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to the girl I'm going to marry?"

"I suppose, but still," she giggled, "I must be going soon,"

"Oh? why?"

"I have a prior engagement," She says sorting herself out,

"I thought I was your engagement?" I joked, following behind her,

"Not like that," she laughed, "No I have an appointment with the tailor,"

"oh? enlighten me?"

"For my wedding dress of course,"

"Ohh! Right! yes... sorry." I blushed a little to think of her in a wedding dress,

"We only have a few more days and then we'll be married,"

"I know, honestly? I can't wait."

"Me either, Would I be able to visit you tomorrow perhaps after work?"

"I'd like that, but Father has a business meeting tomorrow night,"

"Ohh I see, the day after then?"

"I'm sorry my mother is taking me out for the day,"

"Ohh that's sweet, of course, I wouldn't want to disturb your time with your mother, Perhaps the day after then?"

"Well... that is the night before our wedding,"

"Ahh... good point," I nodded, "We uhhh we probably shouldn't see one another then. Bad luck and all."

"Umm, I am sorry Jack-"

"It's alright, it's only three days. I'm sure my heart will merely grow fonder for the absence,"

"I'm sure of it," She smiled, "I'm sure you will find things to do in the wait for our wedding,"

"Yes of course," I nodded, "Well I look forward to when I will next see you. On our wedding,"

"As will I," she smiled, "Have a good evening Jack,"

"You too Y/n," I smiled, "Do you think today... as I will not see you until our wedding, do you think I could kiss your cheek?"

She blushed, "I suppose that's agreeable,"

I nodded and held her hand giving her cheek a gentle kiss, "I can't wait to kiss you at our wedding,"

"Me either, have a nice day Jack," she cooed kissing my cheek too before she headed out giving me a little wave as she went, I waved back and tried to hide my blush but as soon as she was gone I leant against the table and sighed with a dorky stupidly wide smile,

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netherworldpost · 2 months

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To give you a nicer message in your inbox:

Thank you for posting about all of the things that you do! Your enthusiasm is infectious! I can't think of another blog that could both

A) inspire me to work on little personal zine projects as part of my burnout recovery

and

B) inspire me to research and open a high interest savings account instead of being tepidly satisfied with the interest rates on the timed CD at my credit union

You have the range!

And I am eternally delighted that you share so many pieces of your joy with the world!

Ah you are very kind :) You needn't worry about ol' atty, I remain unphased by tantrums.

I have a big, flowery, open personality that is unfortunately seen as a vulnerability by the emotionally unavailable.

Unfortunately for them, I have both a block button and a big, flowery, open personality not rooted in seeking resolution with those whom disapprove of me.

Onwards!

A) This is very exciting! I hope your zine project helps tremendously. The low cost of entry (both in terms of financial price as well as structural making a zine) make them amazing things.

Start small as can be, scale up literally as big and vivid as you want. I hope you have a magnificent time.

Expand, grow, shrink, cut up, redo.

Go go go!

B) Fantastic re: high yield savings!!

CDs can be great, the increase of interest rate adds up, and if you're not going to use the money for something else (and have buffers in place), it's a great way to take advantage of the increase in funds.

In a very deeply underlined "this is not financial advice" sort of way, the main advantage (in my opinion, not advice, again stated) you can pull from them is watching the interest rate in the coming year or so.

The highest rate I can quickly find is 5.4% with a minimum of $1000, so we'll use that as a base.

5.4% after 12 months on $1000 is $1054 (+$54)

Let's say you lock that in tomorrow.

Some folks are trying to tell the feds "hey your interest rate... it's too high."

For the sake of discussion not a prediction in any way, shape, or form say the feds agree and lower the interest rate, by 0.25%, twice

CD rates in this extremely linear simplified absolutely goddamn hypothetical example reduce by 0.25% and then 0.25% again -- for new customers, but not you, because your rate is locked.

5.4% - 0.25% - 0.25 = 4.9% on new customers, not you, you're locked in, on $1000 is $1049 after their CD matures.

You made $5 more than them because you locked in your rate in a higher interest rate environment.

Conversely if the interest rate goes up, you don't get the new premium, because you're locked in. Thems the risks. I have no idea what the feds are going to do -- and neither does anyone else, including the feds better data is available.

My main vigilance on CDs is the increased return is... very small.

5.4% interest rate on a 12 month CD, $1000 base: $54 return.

4.4% interest rate on 12 months in a savings account, $1000 base: $44 return. (This can probably be beaten but it's good for easy math)

A $10/year difference... or $0.8333... ($10/12) per month.

You acquire an additional $0.83 - $0.84, per month, per $1000, by locking up your funds for a year.

Is this a good deal?

As always, depends entirely on your situation now and how likely it is to change in the timeframe (this example: 1 year) discussed.

I'm not anti any financial product, unless it takes advantage of someone. I am very "understand risk/reward and assess to your financial situation. Maximize your return, minimize your risk."

On both art, and money, I refuse to tolerate bullies who gate keep knowledge because it makes it easier to be a predator or to be a snob.

They are both complex subjects with deeply rooted moving parts and I'll never attempt to undercut the work needed to take the most advantage possible of either.

And.

A very basic, general, elementary understanding of either covers somewhere between 90 - 95% of the entire landscape.

I firmly believe that the more accessible knowledge of art and finances are, the more common benefit can be found.

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lonelywhalien22 · 1 year

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take a break

pairing: seonghwa x reader

rating/genre: fluff, college/school/work au

summary: a warm cup of tea and a break with Seonghwa is just what you need when work becomes overwhelming.

warnings: stress, anxiety, kissing

word count: 1k

song(s) to listen while reading: stone by alessia cara

note: sharing this piece I wrote when college was running me ragged (regular occurrence). I always imagined Seonghwa while writing it for some reason so I hope you enjoy!

You sit at your laptop for the millionth time today, having hopped out of the shower but still in no better of a mood, and certainly not excited to get back to your work. You came over to stay with your boyfriend Seonghwa at his place for the night, promising that you just wanted to finish up one assignment before the two of you could spend the evening together. But after discovering a project deadline that had completely flew under your radar you switched into panic mode. Half an hour turned into two hours and you still didn't see an end to the work in sight. Huffing in frustration, a pout on your face, you think about when the semester will finally be over. A sudden clink sound startles you as a mug of warm tea slides into your view.

"Long day?" you hear Seonghwa say as he gives you a soft smile while pulling a chair up behind you to sit down. He sits on it backwards, so that his front is facing the chair's back and his legs split off onto the chair's sides. You give a sheepish smile at him before looking back towards your laptop on his desk, fingers curling around the warm ceramic as you grab the mug thankfully.

"Yeah. I've just been struggling with this assignment all day and still haven't gotten it done. And now I just feel like I'm falling behind on everything else…I'm just so mentally over it, you know?" As you say the words you still can't look at him directly, afraid that you'll cry if you do. Seonghwa just hums softly, reaching forward to rub your arms slowly before eventually wrapping them around your upper body completely. He scoots his chair closer, laying his head on your shoulder as he stares at your laptop screen for a moment before shifting his attention to your pitiful expression.

"I know you put a lot of pressure on yourself sometimes," Seonghwa starts tentatively, "but you know you don't have to finish everything tonight, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know but it's just so hard to let it go sometimes. I'm just gonna keep thinking about it all night and then tomorrow I'll have to deal with it, which will put me behind on this other project that I haven't even started and I don't even know what I'm doing for that yet and-" Seonghwa sees your spiraling before you can catch it yourself and promptly leans in front of you, kissing the corner of your lips in a swift motion and immediately shutting you up.

"Hey, slow down y/n. Just take it one thing at a time, ok?" he says gently as he takes your chair and rotates it around to face him completely. It's the first time you've taken a moment to look at him fully this evening. His black hair is slightly falling into his eyes from the shower he just took and you finally rest your eyes on his dark orbs. Seonghwa gives you a knowing smirk then, fully aware he has you completely under his trance. This is the exact reason you still shy at looking him directly in the eyes. It feels so intimate and everything's still so new. You still feel those little somersaults in your stomach every time he looks at you.

"How about...you enjoy the tea I made, and give yourself till midnight to work, hm?" Seonghwa's sweet smile returns, giving you a little bit of a break from his charms. "Then promise me you'll stop and come to bed. You can't do any work tomorrow if you're tired either." Finally breaking away from his gaze, you sigh and look down.

"I know, I know…I'll stop at midnight. And I'm sorry I ruined the evening. We were supposed to hang out," you say regretfully. Taking this short break made you realize how much your original plans for coming over had changed. Seonghwa had welcomed you into his place and let you get changed and work undisturbed for hours. Now when you really thought about it you felt guilty.

"You didn't ruin anything, y/n. I'm just happy you came over."

Seonghwa's finger goes under your chin and pulls it back up to face him. He pauses and stares at you for a second, the gears clearly turning in his head before he decides to slowly lean forward and close his eyes, giving you a chance to pull away or stop him if it's too much. But instead you take a breath and close your eyes, staying still, your heart thumping in your chest as Seonghwa tilts his head slightly and finally pushes his lips against yours, pillowy soft and warm. You sigh softly, releasing the breath you've been holding in as his hand reaches for the side of your face, his thumb rubbing across your cheek repetitively. He starts to move his lips slightly, and you follow carefully, caught in his spell. Your hand even begins to creep up his chest slowly, getting caught up in the moment. You feel him smile slightly against your lips, then groan a little as he slows down before completely stopping, pulling away slightly. He stays close though, your noses still touching. You look up at him, eyes wide as you question:

"Did I do something wrong or…?"

"No! No, definitely not. That was amazing," Seonghwa says quickly, rubbing your arm again soothingly, clearly alarmed that you got the wrong idea. "I just...I just don't wanna distract you from your work. But I'm really glad you're feeling more comfortable around me. I know you still get nervous sometimes and I just want to be a source of comfort for you. I hate seeing you stressed."

You can't help but smile shyly at his words. Just being around Seonghwa instantly made you feel calmer. Taking a moment to gather your courage, you nod your head in reassurance to yourself before quickly leaning in and pecking his lips again. You grab his hand, running over it with your thumb. "Thank you. Really. I appreciate you so much."

Now it's his turn to look shocked. Seonghwa quickly gets out of it though, shaking his head a little playfully as he says, "of course. I'll see you in a little bit, ok?"

"Yeah, I'll see you."

#ateez fluff #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa x reader

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 2 years

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Ok but I LOVE your mini harlow series but I was wondering if you could write something where Rosie is on Jack's phone and he thinks she's playing a game but she went through Jack's gallery and found his rated r folder or the 2 of you and maybe she saw a picture of the r covered in hickeys and she thinks jack hurt you so she got mad at him and when she says something the 2 laugh about it but smacks Jack's chest lightly or something for not hiding them better, if you're not comfortable with this I completely understand I just think it'd be funny and cute to see her protective of her mom

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐑 • jack Harlow

GENRE: fluff, little angst

WARNING: nudity but nothing major

PAIRING: jack Harlow x reader, dad! Jack x Rosie

Mini Harlow masterlist • finished jack Harlow masterlist

AUTHOR NOTE: I will make another jack masterlist once I write a little more <3

Enjoy

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Rosie sat sprawled out on the couch between you and Jack, her eyes glued to the TV over the fireplace. It was 10 in the morning and you, jack, and Rosie were relaxing together. Jack had the day off so you were going to enjoy your little family day together before tomorrow came around and he went back to the studio.

Rosie whined as she wiggled around in beside you. You looked down at her seeing her adorable face all scrunched up.

"what's wrong?"

"I need a snack."

You laughed. "A snack?" She nodded. She turned to jack. "Daddy, get the snack please."

Jack turned from his phone and looked at Rosie. "Fine. Only because you said please."

He stood up and placed his unlocked phone on the empty spot. You decided to get up as well and get some water.

While you and Jack were doing your thing in the kitchen Rosie took Jack's phone and started messing around with it. She started opening random apps that were unlocked. After pressing a few she found her way to Jack's gallery.

Being only 3 Rosie had no idea what she was pressing on ended up on Jack's folder that contains pictures of you and him during sexy time.

Luckily there was no pictures or videos of either of you fully nude. all the pictures were simple like your neck and chest covered in dark red hickeys. It may have been normal for you and Jack, but Rosie didn't understand that. She thought jack had hurt you.

She climbed off the couch and marched into the kitchen. Her little face had visible frown on it. She was angry.

You and Jack were talking when you heard Rosie Walk in. Turning around you seen her face.

"what's wrong bug?" You asked confused.

"daddy hurt you." She walked over to you. She gave jack an angry side eye as you picked her up.

"what are you talking about Ro?" You looked at jack. He was just as confused.

She handed you the phone. You unlocked it and looked at what she was talking about. You face heated up as you looked at the pictures. You handed jack the phone showing him what the conversation was about.

Jack frowned looking at the picture. "Rosie, I didn't hurt mommy."

"yeah you did. It's an ouchy spot."

Jack tried to hold in his laugh, but it didn't work. "Ro, daddy didn't hurt me. That's a normal thing mommy's get sometimes. You'll understand when you're older."

Rosie looked up at you. "You pwomise?"

"yes, I promise."

You kissed Rosie's head before sitting her down on the floor. "Here's your snack." Jack said handing it to her. Rosie took the bowl and walked out of the kitchen.

You turned to jack. Without warning you slapped his chest earning a ow from him. "What was that for?"

"why didn't you hide those pictures? She could have seen the worse picture!"

Jack put his hand up. "I'm sorry, I didn't think she'll see them." Jack explained. "I'll lock the folder right now." Jack picked up his phone and began to lock the folder.

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liaromancewriter · 1 year

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Return to Dagger Mountain

Premise: Cassie whisks Ethan off for a romantic weekend, much to his discomfort and surprise.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angsty Fluff. Words: 2,615

A/N: Inspired by this edit I made back in 2021. Submission for @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 31 "adventure". I'm participating in @choicesprompts and using @choicesflashfics week 17 prompt 1 (in bold)

“Grab your coat, leave a note, and run away with me.”

Ethan Ramsey absently glanced up from the computer screen, his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. The temporary annoyance at being disturbed faded from his blue eyes when he saw who it was.

“Who am I leaving a note for, and why are we running away?” he asked nonchalantly, turning back to the screen to finish replying to an email.

After almost three years together, he was well used to his girlfriend’s grandiose statements, often designed to get a rise out of him.

Cassie Valentine swiveled his chair around and leaned in until her face was close enough for him to see the tiny blue-black flecks in her eyes. Her hands gripped either side of his chair, and she teased his lips with her tongue until he parted them slightly.

“Leave a note for whoever needs to know you’ll be out of the office for a few days. And because we can.”

He shook his head to clear the fog, somewhat disappointed to not receive a kiss. It took him a minute to realize that she’d already moved away and was reaching inside the corner closet for his winter coat and scarf.

“You know what I love about being an attending?” she said without turning around. “How I can take off after morning rounds if I don’t have anything else going on. And not having to fill out time cards. That’s gotta be the best deal.”

Still confused, Ethan stood up, the coat she’d thrown at him clutched in his hand. She started to pack up his laptop, unplugging it from the docking station and unzipping his messenger bag to slip it inside.

“Cassie, will you please stop?” he said, exasperated. And then his eyebrows snapped together. “And no, you cannot just take off after morning rounds even if you’re an attending. The day’s work is just beginning, for Christ’s sake. I taught you better than that.”

When Cassie burst out laughing, he knew he’d been had. She hugged the laptop bag in her arms as she doubled over, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes.

“You’re so easily riled, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, her chest heaving as she tried to breathe through her laughter. “Check your watch, babe.”

Ethan looked down at his wristwatch and saw it was after five o’clock. A quick glance at the twilight outside had him wondering where the day had gone.

“Oh,” he said for lack of anything else to say.

“Oh, indeed. It’s Friday, and we’re off the clock for the next two days. Our bags are packed, and a car is waiting downstairs to whisk us away for a ski getaway. Don’t ask questions; just go on this adventure with me.” She arched one brow and stared at him intently, holding out her hands as fists. “Red pill or blue pill?”

And that’s how Ethan found himself sitting in the back seat of a town car. At the same time, Cassie bubbled excitedly about their plans to return to Dagger Mountain.

“Rodney reserved the same penthouse suite,” she said. “I want to try the Old Serpentine Trail. I was bummed I couldn’t go with you last time. Maybe we can visit the thinking rock, you know, for Picta.”

“I don’t know why you hired a car service,” Ethan grumbled. “We could’ve taken my car. It’s a bit of a drive, and we probably should’ve left early tomorrow rather than risk dark country roads at night. We don’t even have skis or helmets or….”

Cassie ignored most of his diatribe. “That’s why god invented ski rentals. And I never said we were driving to New Hampshire.

Ethan realized what she meant by that when the car turned towards Logan Airport rather than the interstate and drove through a security gate shortly after. He remembered coming here once before when they took a private jet to Ines’s wedding in Hawaii.

“I know you said no questions,” he said slowly as the car pulled up in front of a hanger. People in uniforms milled about. A luxurious helicopter waited not too far away. “But I will need answers before I leave this car.”

Cassie glanced at the driver and nodded. The man exited the car and stood with his back to the door.

“It’s not that complicated, Ethan. We always talk about going skiing but never do. This weekend has perfect weather conditions, so I decided to surprise you. And yes, hiring a car service and a private helicopter is a bit much. But what’s the point of having money if we can’t indulge ourselves once in a while?”

“I get that,” he countered. “But weekend getaways in private jets or helicopters and all this….” He waved his hands to indicate the car and the scene outside. “…is not who I am.”

“Well, it is me, or it used to be once upon a time. Sometimes, I miss being able to say, ‘fuck it, let’s go to Cabo’. There’s nothing wrong with that. Some people find it romantic to be whisked away by their lover.”

Ethan knew he could make several counterarguments, but he wasn’t sure what. It was rare for him to see the Valentine side of Cassie, and a part of him wondered if it was long overdue. Lately, he’d begun to question the differences between them. Perhaps this weekend was exactly what he needed to gain clarity.

“This weekend is my gift to us,” she said, quietly taking his hand. “When it’s your turn, we can rent a Pinto and go on a road trip to Plymouth Rock.”

“I doubt my legs would fit into a Pinto, and there’s not much to see in Plymouth,” he said, holding his hand up when she started to speak. “Forget it. Red pill, right?”

Later Ethan would admit, privately anyway, that there was something incredibly efficient in traveling by air. Within an hour of leaving Boston, they were touching down at a helipad near the resort, a car waiting to take them the rest of the way.

He could still remember driving up snowy and winding country roads as a teenager. Contrary to what Rodney said, Ethan didn’t come up here on vacation but to work. Skiing lessons were an employee perk, and he’d quickly graduated from green to blue.

He tried to keep his hand in, but his studies and then life got in the way. He racked his brain, trying to recall the last time he’d skied. It would’ve been…ah…when they solved Paula’s case two years ago.

“What level are you?” he asked Cassie as the resort entrance came into view.

“Black,” she said without hesitation. “I’m so going to kick your ass out there, babe!”

He smiled in amusement, not really surprised. He imagined someone like Cassie had been skiing since she was old enough to walk. Aspen, maybe Vail every winter, or St. Moritz with the rest of the jet setters.

In another life, their paths might never have crossed.

“Aspen?” he mused in a deliberately neutral tone as they walked into the warm lobby. He wasn’t sure why he wasn’t letting this go. What did it matter now? They were equals and had been for years.

Cassie must have heard the disquiet in his voice because she threw him a considering look. She glanced sideways at the bellman carrying their bags behind them and remained silent. He thought she might not reply, but she waited until they were alone before turning towards him.

“Among other places,” she confirmed, letting her annoyance show. “My mom loves to ski, and my dad loves to sail. Max and I learned how to do both well, whether it was in the Swiss Alps or Bora Bora. Is there a point to this, Ethan? Because you’ve been silently sneering at everything since we left Boston.”

He started to argue otherwise, but Rodney entered from the small office behind the reception area.

“Welcome back,” he said, shaking Ethan’s hand with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you both. Hopefully, no medical emergencies this weekend.”

Rodney checked them in, making small talk with Cassie while Ethan seethed internally. He handed them the key cards, reminding them of breakfast and the amenities. And then, the bellman accompanied them upstairs with their bags. Ethan could’ve carried them, but Cassie didn’t give him a chance, waving at the man to precede them.

By the time the suite’s door closed behind them, Cassie was vibrating with anger. Ethan recognized he’d behaved poorly, dismissing her grand gesture as unworthy.

“You’re an ass!”

“But you love me.”

“Not right now, I don’t,” Cassie bit out. “I wanted to do something romantic, just the two of us. But all of you’ve done so far is ruin my mood.”

“I’m sorry, Cassie,” Ethan said, ignoring her stiff shoulders to wrap his arms around her from behind. “I don’t know what got into me. Let’s start over.”

He turned her around and framed her face between his hands. “I’m an idiot and don’t deserve a girlfriend like you.” He kissed one corner of her mouth and then the other.

“You missed a spot,” she said with a pout.

“My bad,” he whispered softly as he covered her mouth, keeping the kiss light and sweet, seeking forgiveness.

Their foreheads came to rest against each other, and his hands cuffed her wrists.

“I made reservations for a late supper,” she said, stepping away from him. “We should get ready.”

“Okay.”

Cassie grabbed her tote and headed towards the ensuite. She stopped in the doorway, her head cocked as she watched him over her shoulder.

“You know, Ethan, instead of focusing on how different we are, maybe you can try to remember how much we have in common.”

He heard the bathroom door lock click and let out a heavy sigh. Cassie was right. The last few years had proved they were more alike than dissimilar. But still, that inner voice inside him reared its ugly head at the most inopportune times. It had worsened ever since Cassie asked if she could go with him to visit his father every now and then.

Ethan had made himself into Dr. Ramsey, a sophisticated and cultured man who gave the illusion of a wealthy background. Very few people in Edenbrook knew he’d grown up in a blue-collar neighborhood of rundown houses with chain-link fences and weedy yards.

He wasn’t ashamed of his background but felt far removed from it. That’s not who he was anymore and never would be, except when he saw it through Cassie’s blue-blooded perspective.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he shook off the gloomy thoughts and forced a smile on his face. No matter what, he would enjoy this weekend that Cassie had arranged. Even if it killed him.

The following day, Ethan examined the brand-new skis strapped to their feet as the chair lift ascended the mountain. After much debate, he and Cassie decided to buy new gear rather than rent. He saw it as a sign that they’d use them more, maybe returning here or trying out other ski resorts in New England.

Despite things settling down last night, the silence between them was fraught with unspoken words. As they neared the top station, the chair slowed down. They took their skis off the rest, lifted the safety bar, and got into position to slide off the chair lift and onto the gentle incline.

“The Serpentine Trail is off that way,” Ethan said once they cleared the chair lift. “I think it’s more beginner, so it might be too tame for a black diamond skier like yourself.”

“More assumptions?” Her arched tone wiped the teasing grin off his face.

“Cassie…”

“I’m sorry,” she cut in. “That wasn’t very nice of me. Let’s just have a good time. That’s all I want. We can try the Serpentine, and if it’s too crowded or boring, we can switch trails. I checked the map before we left the resort, and there are several options.”

They joined the other skiers, smoothly sailing down the slope and taking a winding path around each other. She laughed joyously as he overtook her, the arrogant smirk he threw her way setting off her competitive spirit. She raced past him, spraying snow at him from the back of her skis.

The crowds made going faster difficult, and she pivoted towards a parallel trail with a blue circle marker before bypassing it to enter the black diamond slope.

Ethan checked his blind spot and raced after her. She was a demon on skis, zigzagging past trees and using short turns to cut through moguls, her excited cries ringing through the air as she gained speed. He watched her expertly leap off an incline and disappear from view.

It took him a few minutes to adjust to the more challenging trail and lack of practice. He stayed upright, barely, through the first mogul but almost wiped out on the second. Deciding to steer clear of them, he moved to the side where the snow was compressed, flat, and out of the way of more experienced skiers.

He was almost at the spot where he’d last seen Cassie jump when the skier in front of him lost their balance. They cried out loud before toppling off the steep incline, head first, rolling through the snow and coming to rest at the base of a tree.

Ethan took the jump cautiously, the doctor in him already starting the count from the moment of impact. He reached the injured skier just as Cassie skidded to a stop on the other side of the tree trunk.

She pushed down on the heel lever with her pole, released one boot, and then the other to step off the skis and crouch beside him.

“Call for help,” Ethan said.

He placed his ear against the open visor and checked for breathing while Cassie dialed the emergency number on the card she’d picked up at reception.

Ethan evaluated the patient for possible injuries and recited what he found. “Patient is breathing but unresponsive. Possible head and neck injury, broken tibia. I can feel the bone pushing against the surface.”

Cassie explained the situation quickly and succinctly, relaying their location and Ethan’s diagnosis before hanging up to help him. She didn’t want to remove the helmet but braced her hands on either side of the neck for support.

“Here.” She took off her scarf with one hand and handed it to Ethan. “The right arm is bleeding. We need to put pressure on it.”

“Observant as always, Dr. Valentine,” Ethan muttered.

“I did learn from the best,” she quipped.

Pushing the sleeve away, he cursed at the long and deep cut along the antecubital fossa. He wrapped the scarf tightly around the wound, the blood staining the expensive material.

“Remind me to buy you a new scarf when we return to the resort.”

“Buy me a drink instead,” she said. “I have plenty more scarves in my closet back home.”

The rescue team arrived shortly. Ethan let Cassie debrief them while he carefully helped load the patient onto a stretcher.

Once they were alone again, Cassie leaned against his side, their arms hooked around each other’s waists. She tilted her head back to gaze at him, laughter making her green eyes sparkle. The tip of her nose was red from the cold, and her lips lightly chapped.

“One of these days, babe, we’re going to come to this resort and not deal with a medical emergency.”

Ethan’s booming laugh and a quick kiss confirmed that he wholeheartedly agreed.

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bangtanficsforyou · 2 years

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Crushed- Ch (02)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Au: Friends to idk what

Genre: Angst, some fluff.

Ratings: 18+

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: mentioned in each chapter

Summary: Your coworker and best friend Jimin is everyone's favourite and for good reason. He's sweet, charming, caring, kind, humble, polite, ha– well shit. There you go making it obvious yet once again, that you're in love with him. But it's all good as long as he remains oblivious right? Wrong. After overthinking for a whole month, you decide to confess and things take an unexpected turn.

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Dear Diary,

I don't know what to do. Tomorrow, I'll be meeting Jimin again and I just don't know how to behave around him, anymore. I thought three days of not seeing him would help me figure out what to do about the situation but unfortunately, that's not the case.

In the three days' time, all I have done is to stalk Jimin's Instagram but when staring at him became too painful, I moved to Rachel's insta. Another stupid move, might I say. Her recent insta updates let me know that she and Jimin spent their Sunday with each other. I assume it was their first date but even then, one could see how bright her smile was, and how happy she looked around him. If that wasn't enough, Jimin was laughing and giggling with his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Those pictures and clips made me wonder what it would feel like to be in her place, to be on the receiving end of Jimin's fond giggle, for him to smile like that because of me and at me because even though he has no idea, he makes me smile like that, like a fool, as if nothing else matters but him.

Perhaps, I was too much of a fool. That's exactly why I feel so pathetic now. I feel so stupid for ever entertaining the thought of him liking me back. It possibly wouldn't hurt so much had I not expected him to return my feelings. But it is what is. It's no one's fault. Jimin can like whoever he wishes to and the same goes for me. I chose him. He chose someone else. That's the difference.

Despite that, I need to keep my emotions at bay. I can't let him know of the pain I have been in, in recent days. I need to be the Y/N he knows, the one who is his best friend, which would admittedly require a whole lot of acting. Because every time I think of him, I just feel this longing and heartbreak. I can only imagine, what it would be like to be seeing him and to be in his presence. Nevertheless, thank you for being my safe place where I can rant without any worry because the other person who used to be my safe space, is the one I'm currently ranting about lol.

"You have not replied to my texts and have not answered my calls." Monday is here and so is Jimin. After your failed attempt at confessing, you had taken a few days off so that you don't have to face him. But alas, your day-offs were gone and here you are.

You do not bother looking up from your computer. To anyone, it would seem like you're being nonchalant but that's far from the truth. Only you can tell the way your heart shrinks and your stomach churns having Jimin sit right next to you but feeling as if he's far, far away.

"I'm sorry, I haven't had the time, was busy with work." You chew on your lower lip to give the faux impression that you're concentrating really hard on the numbers on your screen.

Jimin, either is just plain rude or doesn't buy your act, for he places a hand under your seat and swirls the chair such that you're now facing him.

Fucking wheels. You curse in your brain not even caring about how absurd it is to get mad at wheels and that to of those of a chair's.

When your eyes meet Jimin's, you immediately notice the seriousness in his orbs. Well, shit.

"Care to explain?" He asks again, his brows furrowed in a stern expression.

"I told you, I was–"

"I don't buy that bullshit." He cuts you off, vehemently shaking his head. "You've never done this before, you've always replied to my texts no matter how busy work has gotten. Do you even know how worried I was?"

It sure didn't seem so. The petty voice in your head mutters.

"Nothing, I was just tired, trust me." Trying to make him believe that you're being genuine, you also smile at him, hoping he somehow buys it.

Jimin does not buy it.

After you had left lunch abruptly, he had his suspicions about something being wrong. However, he had not paid much attention to it, for he entertained the thought that it might really have been some important duty call. You had an important meeting that day, which although you were done with, there can always be extra documents that one needs to go through or sometimes needs to mail them to some higher authorities. Jimin had shrugged off his concerns for he thought he was just overthinking or over observing.

His concerns however returned, when you did not answer his calls and texts. Because heck, in the span of three years that he has known you, you had never done that before. To say that he was worried would be an understatement.

On the second day that you had gone without any contact, he was ready to go to your place. He however didn't, when he found that you had checked his stories. That was some sort of reassurance that you are okay and probably haven't fainted in your apartment or any of the terrible scenarios that his mind had come up with.

Which had finally made him come to the conclusion that there was something up with you. Even if he had any doubts about it, they were now gone because your whole body language is stiff and closed off. Why, he has no idea.

The side of your face burns from how intensely Jimin keeps staring. Feeling your hands get clammy, you blurt out the first thing that comes to your mind, in hopes of getting rid of the awkward silence. "How did your date with Rach go?"

You instantly regret the question. It must be because of how a sadistic part of you wanted to know the details. A sadistic part, which wants to know it from him, in his words.

Your question however, has the desired effect as it seems to deflect his attention. The frown on his features soften and his lips quirk up. "It was great, might as well have been the best date I have been on."

You shoot him another smile, another attempt at making him believe that you are being genuine. "You were not nervous?"

This time, Jimin does buy it. "I was surprisingly not, because it wasn't supposed to be a date." Noticing the questioning look on your face, he elaborates further. "I was just telling her about how you have not been replying to my texts and how worried I was. I had probably ranted so much that she ended up advising that I needed to be out and breathe in some fresh air. Which somehow ended up with us going out and having dinner together."

You hum, biting the inside of your cheek as you look at him and try your best to maintain your smile.

"You know the best part? There was no awkward silence." Jimin continues and you can sense that this is going to turn into a ramble.

You can only imagine, how long Jimin has been waiting, to tell you all this. A part of you thinks it would have been better had you been in touch with him via texts, because you know for sure, that he would have hit you with long texts describing every single detail and in that way, you at least wouldn't have to force yourself to smile even when you feel your heart silently break for the nth time in the span of five days.

"There's something very soothing about her. Her company just makes you kind of forget all about your worries. Unlike, how most first dates are, it was very relaxing and chill."

"So, it made you forget about me?" You chuckle but when you notice Jimin's smile fade, you realise that it might not have been the right thing to say. "I was joking, relax."

Jimin's frown remains in place and you feel scared of him easily reading you. Thankfully, a voice calling for Jimin's name is what makes him move his eyes from you.

"Can you update these numbers? I've checked them and they just need to be uploaded." Taehyung, says as he approaches where the two of you're sitting.

Jimin nods absentmindedly. "Yeah, sure." With that, he steals one last glance at you and leaves.

The moment he leaves, you feel like you can finally breathe. Fuck, acting is kind of difficult.

You look up to meet eyes with Tae only to find him winking at you and he mutters a small thank me later before he leaves as well.

The interaction has you contemplating if you were being that obvious with how uncomfortable and congested you were feeling. If that's the case then you think Jimin also might have noticed it. Which can explain his reaction to those stupid words that you had muttered.

So, it made you forget about me.

What were you thinking before you made that comment?

You'd be honest, you had not given much thought before you had said those words but now that you think of it, you wished for Jimin to have not enjoyed his date. It's selfish you know. Despite that, a part of you desperately wanted for the scenario to be different. You wished that even in her soothing presence, Jimin was worrying about you. That he did not just forget about you because he was with her.

You know he did not exactly mean that but the cynical part of you believes that the amount of fondness he feels for her is greater than the amount of worry he has for you.

It's pathetic to think that way, you know but maybe you just needed some sort of reassurance from Jimin. You know he does not owe it to you but his words did more damage than good.

"That was intense." A voice quips, causing you to blink back to reality.

"Huh?" You ask, the words not registering in your brain.

"I said, that was intense." Yoongi repeats from where he stands on the other side of your cubicle with his head resting on top of the partition.

"What was?" Genuinely confused, you frown.

He scoffs. "You and Jimin. I could feel the tension through the partition."

Your eyes go wide. "You were eavesdropping?"

He shrugs casually. "More like it was unavoidable."

You were being obvious.

"Damn, I made it obvious didn't I?" Hating the idea of it, you hope Jimin does not come to conclusions.

"Just as obvious as the day."

"You don't even try to sugarcoat it." Grumbling, you lean back into your chair.

"I don't sugarcoat it but I can sugacoat it." He retorts with a serious expression.

"You're hanging too much with Jin aren't you?" You squint your eyes and move the mouse cursor haphazardly all over the screen.

"I'd have you know my jokes are way better than Jin's, so, in case you're implying that his company has affected my humour, you're very wrong." He huffs, clearly offended by your words.

"Debatable." You reply in a beat.

"Yesterday, he went to the grocery store and asked the counter lady why eggs don't make jokes." He begins in order to prove his point.

"Because they'll crack?" You ask in a questioning tone.

"The lady did not bat an eyelash." He deadpans.

".....and Jin was too busy laughing to notice that?"

Yoongi sighs, as if concerned but not surprised by his beloved friend, Jin's behaviour. "The lady looked at me as if asking whether he's okay or not."

The whole scene plays inside your head and you laugh for the first time in what seems like ages. This has happened far too many times for you to find it funny but somehow it never gets old.

Yoongi's lips quirk up when he sees you laugh.

Anyone with eyes could see the love you had for Jimin. Thus, today, when he saw Jimin chatting with this one girl (he has no idea what her name is) while he was coming back from the tea room, he knew something was wrong. It wasn't the chatting, in particular, it was the shy glances, the fond smiles and the subtle touches. His very first thought was that of you and his immediate reaction was that of worry. He wondered if you knew about it or if it would be a heartbreaking surprise for you when you come to work.

The conversation he overhead between you and Jimin answered a few of his queries for sure but it also only caused him to worry more.

Nevertheless, seeing you laugh puts him slightly at ease.

From across the aisle, another pair of eyes watch you. Jimin notices you laugh and sees that your body language is no longer stiff, no longer guarded.

Did Yoongi say something funny? Is that what had gotten you to ease up? Because it can't be that you're all guarded and stiff around him in particular, right? He did not do anything to make you mad. At least nothing that he can think of.

But whatever it is, he needs to figure it out.

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