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yesimwriting · 3 months

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in ur bestfriend!felix series do you think farleigh cares for the reader even if it’s just a little bit? like we all know how he can be (#1 shit stirrer) but it really got me thinking!! i don’t think he cared much when she first started hanging out with felix he was probably like ‘whatever just another one of his charity cases’ but would that change later on when he sees how felix really does care for her and she’s not going anywhere anytime soon or ever possibly sorry for the long rant!! i was rereading and the one u wrote were he refused to let her get high because of felix made me think 😭🫶

a/n omg me and @ker0senebunny were just discussing their dynamic potential

farleigh and reader have such potential for an oddly endearing frenemy arch,, they definitely still bully each other, but they bond over gossiping and (lightly, at least in reader's case) judging others, especially after farleigh finally realizies that reader isn't another one of felix's phases

also can def see them growing a smidge protective of each other?? like if farleigh makes a mean joke about reader they laugh,, but if someone else makes it they both kind of side eye each other 😭

anyways here’s a drabble that also briefly features slightly flustered felix and socially unsure ollie

"Here." Farleigh's standing in front of your spot on the couch, arm stretched forward lazily. You blink, eyeing what looks like a joint skeptically.

Farleigh isn't quite looking at you as he continues to hold out his offering, but he isn't moving away. You extend a hand, taking it from him cautiously. Smoking tonight wasn't really a goal, but you're not exactly feeling against it.

You sit up a little straighter, mentally debating if his attempt at socializing with you is a result of the small scale setting of tonight's plans or if he's just that high. Maybe it's both. "Thought I was on weed probation."

He sighs. "Do you want it or not?"

You tilt your chin up to frown at him, "Moody."

Farleigh's eyes finally meet yours. His scleras are tinged pink, making his gaze seem far off and slightly irritated. You bring the joint to your lips out of the instinctual desire to seem amicable. Farleigh's far from your best friend, but recently, there's been an undertone of understanding in your catty comments. More like Farleigh laughing with you than at you.

He steps past your legs before sitting next to you. Not the weirdest thing that's ever happened to you, but still, strange. Normally, on more low key nights like this, when it's just some of Felix's closer friends hanging around in an off campus apartment instead of a full fledged rager, Farleigh's close to the center of the action. Maybe he's more bothered by Oliver's presence than you thought.

After a beat of silence, Farleigh explains flatly, "It's different tonight." You're not sure you're following, but there's a good chance that Farleigh's high enough for it not to matter. "You're not drunk and tonight's...calmer, there's nothing for Felix to worry himself sick over."

You roll your eyes. "Felix doesn't get worried sick over me." You take another hit of the joint, pretending the gesture doesn't feel performative. "And either way, it's not his issue."

Farleigh scoffs. "Please."

"Please what?"

He leans forward, propping his head up on one elbow. "Sometimes you seem so smart, it's nice to know that in some ways you're still like a little kid."

Not the worst backhanded compliment he's ever hit you with. "Mhm."

Farleigh lets himself slump against the couch before extending a hand in your direction. A silent request. You hand him back the joint. "Oh, you're cold? Take my jacket. You're thirsty? I've already gotten you a water. You're tired? Give me a minute to say goodbye to some friends and then I'll tuck you in, lovie."

The general teasing is easy to dismiss until he tacks on Felix's favorite nickname for you. It doesn't feel right to hear it in a negative context. "Leave him alone. Felix is my friend and he's nice." You tap your fingers against your knee, body feeling much too relaxed for the annoyance that wants to break through. "It's not weird or anything."

Farleigh takes his time letting more smoke fill his lungs. "Defensive." You roll your eyes. "Look around, every girl here wishes Felix was that friendly with them." His sentence is a hint too loud for you to be comfortable. The last thing you need is for some girl to take it the wrong way and blame you for it. "His new lapdog probably feels the same."

It takes you a second longer than it should to get the reference. You're not exactly close with Oliver. He's new, and Felix really enjoys his company, but you've yet to bond with him. Something in you just hasn't been able to get there yet. Sometimes you'll see what Felix sees in him, but that isn't the same as feeling close to him. You want to like him, though, so you're sure it's only a matter of time before you click over something. Felix and you spend too much time together for it not to work out between you and Oliver eventually.

"That's mean." You turn to better face Farleigh, your shoulder sinking against the seat's cushioning at an uncomfortable angle. "Like really mean."

Part of the defense is instinctual. You're not one to make fun of people behind their backs just to act like you're friends in front of them. But it's also more than that. Felix wouldn't let anyone talk about you like that, and without him or Oliver there to fight against Farleigh's snark, it feels wrong to let that kind of thing go.

"Fine. Better analogy. Sometimes the way Oliver looks at Felix feels like he wants to be his escort, or something."

You understand what Farleigh's getting at almost immediately. There's this urge to please quality about Oliver that you can't judge him for. People want Felix to like them. People want Felix to love them. It's not a draw you'd ever fault anyone for falling for. But something about the concept of an 'escort' in this context makes you want to laugh. You bite your tongue.

Farleigh holds out the joint again. You take it back instinctually, taking a quick hit to avoid having to say anything right away. "Yeah, but isn't that everyone with Felix?"

You're not sure what the goal of your response is. A poor attempt at changing the subject and steering the conversation away from making fun of someone with no one there to defend them without alienating Farleigh entirely. It's a joke, and not a very good one, but with the way you and Farleigh start cracking up, no one would ever be able to tell.

"We're..." You try through a fit of giggles, "We're awful."

"No," Farleigh shakes his head once lazily, "Not awful. We're familial bonding."

You squint at him as he plucks the joint from between your fingers. "We're not related."

Farleigh brings the joint to his lips, taking a deep inhale. "No," he mumbles, "I'm just getting ahead of the inevitable."

It takes you a beat longer than it should to understand his reference. "Farleigh." He's smiling slightly, the look smug. "Felix and I are just friends. You know that."

His head falls against the back of the couch. "Does anyone ever get along with their in-laws?"

You steal the joint from him before letting your back hit the cushioning. "Shut up."

With your body angled forward, you can see the center of the living room. Felix is near the entrance to the kitchen, Oliver by his side.

When Felix's eyes land on yours, he grins. You smile back before finally bringing the joint back to your lips. By the time you're exhaling, you can see Felix nudging Oliver's shoulder.

"Here we go," Farleigh sighs, taking back the joint.

You ignore the comment in favor of tracking Felix's path across the room. The world parts for him, as always.

"Hi." You beam, stretching a hand forward as soon as Felix is within reach. He grabs your hand immediately, squeezing your palm against his. "Felix, Oliver."

Oliver nods once at the acknowledgement, "Hey."

Felix tugs on your arm gently. "Lovie, where've you been?" His thumb brushes against your knuckles. "Been looking for you."

"I've been here," you admit, "I was waiting for you guys to get back with everyone's drinks and then Annabel wanted to sit...and then Farleigh."

Felix nods as if you've said is something of great importance. "Farleigh treating you okay?"

Farleigh tilts his head, halfheartedly glaring at Felix. You grin. "Yeah, we're just chatting."

"Chatting," he muses, looking between you and Farleigh. Before you can respond, Felix is moving to sit, taking up the last of the couch's remaining space. He looks up at Oliver, noting the lack of room for a fourth person. Felix squeezes our hand. "Sit with me?"

You nod, instantly understanding what he's getting at. You're sure Farleigh will hold you leaving your spot to give Oliver the opportunity to sit next to him against you, but there's not much else you can do, so you stand.

Felix is pulling you towards him before you can fully register the fact that you're standing. You frown, an attempt at a wordless scolding. He beams at you, the picture of affectionate innocence.

As soon as you're sitting on his lap, he's setting one hand on your knee and the other on your shoulder. Felix is always warm in the same way. There's a soothingness to it, a familiarity that you can always trust.

Oliver doesn't move until Felix's hand drifts away from your leg to pat the now open spot on the couch. Farleigh leans back slightly to make it easier to throw you a look that seems to say that Oliver's proving his earlier point.

You don't generally find Farleigh's snideness funny. You're not in the habit at laughing at his comments or behaving differently in hopes of winning him over. But, there's something about the solidarity of the look paired with your high. You laugh.

"What?" Felix asks, leaning forward to rest his chin against your shoulder.

You shake your head. "Nothing." A pinch of guilt nips at you. "I'm--I'm high."

"Could tell." Felix grins, dipping his head forward to press a kiss against the start of your back. "Farleigh's a terrible influence, hard to imagine what the two of you were up to before me and Ollie got here."

Maybe it's the lingering guilt, or maybe it's because Oliver's been almost completely silent since he got here and you know what it's like to be that person. You don't know what it is, but something makes you want to look over at Oliver. "Don't know, what do you think we were up to, Oliver?"

"Oh," he starts, tapping a finger against the edge of his solo cup as if something about your sudden attention startled him. "Up to no good, 'm sure."

You smile. Oliver and you may not be close, but at least he doesn't have an issue with carrying on a bit. Some of Felix's friends do. The first time Felix left you alone at one of these things, you made the mistake of making a joke in front of a girl who just stared at you.

"Little faith," you accuse with a shake of your head that indicates a disappointment your smile doesn't match.

"We were talking about inevitability."

Felix turns his head to look at Farleigh, "And what's inevitable?"

Your nails press into the skin of your leg. Some instinct tells you to beat Farleigh to the punch. "Oh, our wedding, apparently."

Felix tenses. "Wh--what?"

"To Farleigh," you clarify as quickly as possible, "I promise I'm not planning on proposing any time soon, so you can relax."

His hand finds your knee again. "Right," Felix sighs through a dry laugh, "Cause I--" Felix pauses, his forehead falling to your shoulder. "Farleigh...he'll say anything when high, it's..." He scoffs.

You turn your head with no warning. Felix's head slips off your shoulder. He pouts. "So the thought of being married to me is that bad?"

"No." He stretches out the vowel sound in an attempt to buy himself some time. "I--" He leans in closer, eyes flitting away from you and towards your lap. "I didn't--not like--"

You laugh. "I'm making fun of you, Lex." His skin is still slightly flushed, a pink tinge to his cheeks that's almost masked by the low lighting. "Y'can relax."

Felix's lips part in mock offense. "Lovie." He leans his head forward, hiding his face against the side of your neck.

You giggle, lifting a hand to brush your fingers through his hair. "I know, I'm mean."

"Very." He's quiet for a moment, head resting against you even though the angle can't be comfortable. "It wouldn't be bad." Felix whispers the sentence so quickly and quietly you almost feel like you've imagined them.

Before you can respond, Felix lifts his head slightly, setting his chin back on your shoulder. "Me and Ollie were talking about leaving early, watching that movie you rented." He squeezes your arm, the gesture warm. "If you want to."

"Yeah," you grin, "Sounds fun."

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poppyswriting · 7 months

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𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

One shot: Blitzø x hell born! Reader.

Summary: A stand up night, that was all it was meant to be. Or maybe it wasn’t..

Word count: 1,0k

Warnings: no use of y/n, smut suggestions but nothing too crazy, friends with benefits, slight angst but fluff.

Notes: This is a one shot ! ! A short story that just came into my mind out of nowhere, and because let’s be honest lil’ Blitzø needs love for fucks sake. If there’s any grammar mistake please let me know ! !

It was no secret that you wanted Blitzø. Well, at least not for Loona.

It all started when you submitted your application to work for I.M.P, you got a call back and had to meet your boss.

And oh boy, was it just you or was he really hot? Couldn’t get through the whole meeting without looking at him not giving a fuck about what he had to say. The last words that actually passed your dumb founded skull was a “You’re hired!” That snapped you out of your trance.

You nodded thanking him like one thousand times, it was easy to do that because you actually needed the fucking money. when you went out of the office you saw a hell hound that was the receptionist. Before entering the meeting you actually got a chance to talk to her, bonding a little rather quickly because of Verosika and her hot Body guard.

After you went out, she glanced at you over her phone “So? How was it?” She asked, going back to her phone but still hearing you. When you told her you would be working here she just smirked still looking at her phone.

It wasn’t a long time till you got used to the Job, I mean it was pretty much just sit there with Loona and usually anytime costumers arrived you would take them. And when Loona did take them and she loose her temper you would do it for her meanwhile she draws daggers with her eyes to the client. You thought that at this steps she would eventually get fired, it didn’t take you long enough to find out that she was your bosses daughter.

Now, with that in mind it didn’t mind you being in this position.

You were in the backseat of I.M.P’s van because Loona called Blitzø to come and pick her up. When you parked and Loona was convincing Blitz to actually hop on the party you weren’t much sure about this idea. You weren’t a party pooper really, but something was telling you inside that you shouldn’t be here. You were on the van because you just so happened to be on the road when Blitz told you to hop on, you didn’t have actual important things to do so you just went with the flow.

Just like now. Looking in between the yelling crowd how your boss was finishing the beer supply without any care and actually beating Beel, making Loona proud. You eventually lost yourself in the crowd, trying not to bump with anyone because you didn’t want to talk to nobody. This type of environment made you uncomfortable, so you stepped into the van and waited for Blitz and Loona to come.

Fuck you fell asleep..

You cleaned the drool from your mouth, looking around where Loona parked in. It was your bosses apartment, “Hey Loona, care to crash at my place for a while and bring me some of the groceries I left? I’m gonna take care of him don’t worry.” She doubted for a second, but eventually let go.

You placed Blitzø in the couch, as you went in the kitchen and grabbed some water for him. Putting the water down, you turned on the tv. After a while of changing through programs you felt a little tug on your things, your head snapping to the sheets as you saw the imp trying to get through your pants. You couldn’t deny it was so fucking hot, still, you pushed him down a little.

“Hey, HEY boss hold on are you all right?” You asked, as he gave you a smirk and relied his head slightly on your inner thigh “I am.. Fiinee” you didn’t believe that because of the tone on his voice. You were about to protest when you felt a sharp but so, so euphoric pain on your inner thigh making a laud moan like whine slip out of your lips.

You felt how the tips of his fingers played through the hem of your underwear, now this was a whole new level. Of course you weren’t a virgin but this, this was different. His fingers slipping in so secure under your underwear touching your aching core, taking high pitched whimpers out of you..

. . .

The next morning, Blitzø woke up in his bed naked. The morning light hurting his eyes as he hugged his own figure, he repositioned himself rubbing his eyes and letting a deep sigh off. He didn’t remember much of last nigh, he could’ve sworn that Loony was the one who brought him back to his place—..

Then, he saw it. Some of your clothes on the floor, he remembered. The long lasting night, the moans, the sounds, how his room was filled with filthy sounds and laughter. The way he grabbed the bare flesh of your thigh as he thrusted deep and rough inside of you. The way you scratched his back so deliciously because of his thrusts, but it was strange. Why were your clothes here if he woke up alone?

It was just a one night thing, this is how it always went for him. You guys fuck and then leave, it was a routine for more that he hated it. That was just how things go, his thoughts stopped when he heard the door opening. You with one of his shirts on and your underwear, “Already up?” You said, you could’ve sworn that he was going to sleep till more later.

Blitz then traced his eyes through your shoulders, how it was laced with Bites and hickeys. You noticed this and chuckled slightly “don’t worry, I’ll get rid of them eventually. Come on, breakfast is ready.” You said walking off to the kitchen leaving a confused Blitzø behind.

This was supposed to be a one night stand thing, but why did you stayed? Weren’t you going to leave? He wasn’t complaining, I mean free breakfast is a win. But it still made him crack a smile.

So it’s safe to say that it wasn’t weird when that “one night stand” turned into three, and three into seven and slowly they didn’t seem like just “meet up to fuck” anymore.

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masonmiamor · 1 year

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one step at a time - - mason mount x reader.

summary: based on a request! you were never liked as much by his friends or family and that took a toll on you to where the doubts won the best of you. but what happens when a sudden trip maybe the cure of things?

feedback appreciated! send request if you have any! 💕

wc: 5.6k! one of my longest pieces yet!

tw: talks about being insecure, some mature language, can be toxic if you look carefully!

“Well that went-”

“Not good I know. I don’t know what happened tonight, really and genuinely thought it would’ve gone a different way” Mason sighed running a hand across his hair, finishing your sentence. He looked up and locked eyes with your face feeling the guilt as he saw your soft and glossy eyes, your hand rubbing up and down on your upper arm.

“I’m heading upstairs. I’m tired and I have to be up early for work tomorrow,” you said exhausted but he could hint at a bit of sadness laced in your tone. He knew you from the back of his hand, more than you knew of yourself. “I’ll be up in a sec. Going to check the security cameras and tidy up,” Mason said.

He sat on the kitchen stool slowly drinking the glass of water thinking of what went down tonight. You had enough and lashed out to one of his friends' girlfriends that began to disrespect you and your relationship.

You upstairs tried to be quiet at the sobs you let out in the shower. Wanting to wash away tonight's disaster. It wasn’t just some of his family but now you could tell his friends didn’t like you or even tolerate you either. The two of you went out to one of his friends' dinners in the city, but from the start, he could sense the unsureness when you began to decline the invite. “I’ll stay… I need to do some stuff.” But Mason being Mason begged and insisted you went, so you did.

Everyone’s faces dropped when the two of you showed up, you respectfully greeted everyone feeling the judgy looks that daggered at you. The entire dinner your cheeks were flushed red, playing with your rings and the loose string on your knitted sweater. To say the least, you were completely left out tonight, you tried to interject but were turned down anytime you spoke.

You noticed the side eye on one of Mason's closest friends when you ordered, even hearing the gold digger comment, “He will pay for her. She doesn’t have to worry about the price here… I mean that’s why she’s with him, no?” They didn’t know you so why were they so quick to judge repeatedly?

The secluded room allowed you to take a longer walk and reduce the anxiousness inside you. You looked at yourself in the mirror and began to feel insecure about yourself. Never ever have you doubted the way you looked until recently. These pants look silly, right? Is this the wrong shirt for this dinner? Did my hair look too frizzy?

When you walked back you took a step back when they were speaking of you. “Seriously Mason? Out of every female out there you choose the most basic one? You’re a footballer for god sake! She won’t give you the pleasure or company our Money Mase deserves…”

“She's not basic? Don’t speak of her like that when I'm right here. Have common and sense and realize that-”

“Oh quit it with the soft and soppy boyfriend! Where is our old Mason that didn’t care about anything? She’s changed you, Mason, you changed because of her. Just wait and see until she leaves you, she’s in it for the money…” you could hear the smirk on his voice. You sighed and decided to walk in.

“So y/n. Besides being Mason's clingy girlfriend what else do you do for a living?” said one of his friend's girlfriends. You made eye contact with a stunning woman, she was brunette, with a model body, and green eyes. She could sense the way you felt, as your hand made a fist at the word clingy.

“Clingy funny. You have jokes, congratulations. I’m finishing my major and minor at Uni, and I work at a firm. What about you? Besides being good at using your boyfriend's credit card, what did you do for a living?” your voice filled with venom, you weren’t going to let her start something.

“Excuse me?”

“Did I stutter? Or are you just deaf? You’ve been making remarks all evening about me and my relationship acting as if I weren’t here. You judge me when you don’t know me at all?” you leaned over and raised your voice slightly. She scoffs and smirks, “Damn, all of a sudden people like you can’t take a joke, for your information-”

“I don't see how it is funny or a ‘joke’ to insult someone? But please do enlighten me, “ you smiled at her but instead of her responding her boyfriend spoke up, the same one that had something to say before you sat at the table. “Oi shut up. You’re being rude now. Take the joke and suck it up.”

“Hey watch it!” said Mason extending his hand to make it known his tone wasn’t nice. “Y/n…” Mason whispered as he leaned over, trying to make you drop the subject. “Yeah listen to him. Let her know how much of a bitch she is being,” your head whipped so fast at the girl in front of you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, your palms fully closed you could feel the sting of your fingernail as they dug into the palm of your hand.

You quickly grabbed your stuff and walked out of the dining room, holding back the tears of frustration. You just wanted out, rather be at home than this fancy place where it went downhill. You sent a text to Mason you’d wait for him in the lobby outside, not even 2 minutes later he appeared, his brown eyes connecting with yours. The drive was fairly silent, just soft music playing in the background.

You were just grateful to be home and with a nice shower. You carefully step out and picked up the floor and put it into the laundry hamper, you stared at your red cheeks and eyes, fully evident you were crying. Was this how you were supposed to feel? You knew this relationship would have its ups and downs? But to this extent? His friends and some family not even liking you?

You gave it so much time, acted like they wanted, and almost changed for them to glance the slightest smile at you but they simply made their mind up and they immediately knew you weren't the match for Mason. He reassured many times he would never change his opinion of you, and you believed him always. But now? You began to have doubts about how far this relationship would go.

You were prepared for the worst, and that hurt. You had gone so far with Mason, loving him unconditionally, being there for him like he was for you. But currently, you just didn't feel happy nor did you feel the same about yourself. He told you to never care about what other people say or think, but it’s not that easy for you since the constant pressure is there.

You quickly applied some oil and moisturizer to your face, coated your body with lotion, and changed into some loose shorts and a shirt. Your hair was dry as you had washed it the day before, so you quickly combed through it before walking out and turning the light off. You made the bed and layed comfortably while you waited for Mason to come upstairs. Once he did, he brushed his teeth and laid next to you.

You had turned off your lamp on the nightstand and closed your eyes when you felt his soft lips against your cheek. “I'm sorry…” you felt your heartache at his soft and genuine tone. You turned over and saw him staring right at you, you slowly brought your hand up to rub his cheek, “It's not your fault Mase. I'm sorry for causing a scene-”

“You were just defending yourself. Don’t apologize for speaking up. If I knew they would pull that shit I would've never gone and taken you as well. You didn't deserve it Y/n… I’m such an asshole for still sticking with them. I thought maybe if they gave more time it would change but it didn’t…” he sighed deeply, but your soft thumb that rubbed his cheek calmed his tensions.

“Thank you for defending me too. I heard him when I was coming back to the table,” he gave you a smile and brought the hand from his cheek to his lips, kissing delicately over your thumbs, and the bracelet he gave you. “We have to give more time…” he said, pulling you close to his chest, rubbing and drawing small shapes on. He kissed your head and slowly began to fall asleep while holding you.

How much more were you willing to wait? How much more time was it going to take? Would they ever get the chance to properly know or talk to you? How much more was it going to take from you to prove yourself? It's not even proving at this point.

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The next couple of days were easier, there were times where it would get awkward but it dropped easily. You worked later so you wouldn't have to be at home much, wanting to distract yourself from the doubting thoughts. You sat in your office scrolling through emails and highlighted important dates in your calendar when you felt your phone vibrate on the wooden desk. You smiled and quickly answered Mason’s call. “Hi love, I'm sorry I'm kinda busy right now. Is there something you needed?”

“No beautiful. I just wanted to call and see how you were doing. And what time you’d get off so I could make dinner? How are we feeling about chicken tacos? A side of rice and guacamole?” he asked, “Sounds perfect! Do you need me to pass by and get the stuff?”

“No no no! I bought it all, we got released early today from training so I went ahead and did the shopping for the week,” you thanked him, and decided to take a break just to speak to him. He laughed and told you about his day, which included his training session, interview for the media, and some banter about a video game with Ben and Christian.

“Hey, babe?” You could practically frown on Mason’s face as he randomly spoke up, “Yeah?” is what you muttered, leaning up and looking at the phone getting concerned when he became quiet. “Uh, change of plans… My family is coming over with my cousins.”

“Oh…” your body slumped on the chair, rubbing your forehead trying to get rid of the disappointment that ran through your veins. “I think ill maybe sit this one out, Mason… I know you love your family very much so you spend time with them. I still have lots of work to do here and-”

“If this is still about the other night, they're different Y/n. I know you're still unsure but I want you there. You are my family too now…” Mason said, his voice begging you to come. It was deja vu all over again, and you weren't quite prepared for what would go down… You get along with his parents and siblings very well! But his aunts, uncles, and cousins were a different story.

“You will never be good to our Mase. He doesn't deserve you, you are just another on his list…” You remember that phrase very well. As his aunt forbid you from ever telling him, which you listened to just to satisfy her, it was only you and Jaz who knew as she told her aunt to step away. She apologized for her actions but defend you. To this day he still didn't know.

“Okay… I'm just going to my flat and get some clothes for the night and ill be on my way,” you sighed and gave in. Your nerves weren't helping ease the mood, you had to pretend again. Pretend. Such a small yet meaningful definition in your world now. How much longer were you going to pretend and act like everything was okay?

“Thank you Y/n. I love you, baby.”

“Me too…”

You pulled into Mason’s driveway which was filled with many cars. You recognized his parents and Jaz’s cars, feeling relieved. You locked your car door and went inside. Mason quickly approached you and hugged you tightly, your arms reaching up and hugging his shoulders.

“Thank you for coming. I missed you,” he leaned down and captured your lips with his. You walked into the kitchen with your hand around his back, smiling at his compliments that brought a blush to your face. You scanned the room and saw a couple of disgusted or unsatisfied faces but you said hello to everyone and stuck either with Mason or his mom.

You made mental notice to try and stay away from his aunt that lashed out at you last time, but it was hard as she glared at you every time. “That isn't how you do it! God, you're useless!” she yelled, making you step back embarrassed. “I don’t know how Mason puts up with you. You can barely do a simple task,” Mason looked over to you, seeing how you bit the inside of your cheek and cheeks redder than ever.

“What's going on?” he walked over to see. “Your girlfriend can’t even marinate the chicken right? How do you do it Mason?” she sent you a nasty look again. “You didn't even let me start, I was barely sorting and placing the spices into the chicken-” you tried to defend yourself but she quickly shut you up with a “Did I ask you to speak?”.

“Nella… Let the poor girl be. We saw it all. She was barely starting before you intervened,” this time it was for his mom to approach the furious lady. She looked around and huffed walking away like a small child. You quickly went back to what you were doing, with Jaz at your side, Summer too as she insisted to help you.

You let her drop the spoon of spice and liquids into the bowl and observed as her little chubby hands mixed the marinate all around. “Im guessing he still doesn’t know about the previous incident?” Jaz asked when the two of you sat down outside on the backyard patio. You shook your head and felt a wave of sadness, “No. I just don't want things to become bigger than before. Plus it's your family too, you know?”

“I understand but Y/n, I can see how tired and sad you get. It wasn't any of my business but Mason reached out to me after the incident from the dinner. I want to let you know I'm here no matter what. Don’t let her or his friends get the best of you,” she offered advice, you thanked her, holding her hand in appreciation. But it was too late… you were already letting it get the best of you.

Dinner went daily well, you only spoke when the conversation turned on you but you heard the snickers and side comments when you spoke. Mason grabbed your thigh and ran his hand up and down, trying to be there for you. You wanted to let out tears, the pressure and lump growing gradually over time, you felt left out and out of place. Was this how you were supposed to feel?

“So Y/n, will you join us on our spring trip in three weeks?” asked Mason’s father, you looked and gave him a sad smile, “Unfortunately I won't be able to go. My boss has asked me to attend a fundraiser ball with her and my colleagues and its important for the firm. I tried to ask off but she needs me there,” you responded politely. “I see! Next trip hopefully!” he said and gave you a nodding understanding of where you were coming from. “Does she have to go on every trip with us? I mean she barely makes time for Mason,” Nella opinionated.

Mason looked at her confused and asked her to elaborate, his hand interlocked with yours, trying to soothe your nerves. “Nevermind, it's not worth my time,” she shook off the topic and took a sip of her wine. “Why is it you always have something to say about me and my girlfriend? I'm curious.”

She looked up shocked, “It will be too late for you to understand, I just hope you realize she is not the one for you Mason.” You excused yourself from the table, wanting some fresh air as it became too much, and you felt trapped. The chair squeaked against the tile as you walked off. Mason followed behind you, wanting to comfort you.

“Enough Nella. We invited you respectfully but keep in mind this is his house, and you're overstepping. Y/n is a sweet and loving girl and a part of the family, and I won't tolerate the way you speak to her. You’re not his mom, agent, or anything, you're his aunt. Know where your loyalty lies. Have some shame for once,” defended Jaz.

You sniffled and tried to calm down the shakiness from your body. You washed your face with cold water attempting to calm down the redness, you sat on the tub bringing your hands to your face. It got the best of you and you were done. You didn't feel you, and it was hard as these new feelings were being released.

You heard footsteps approach the master bathroom, quickly noticing they were Masons. He knocked on the door and called out for you. “I'll be out in a sec!” you quickly tried to compose yourself but you felt drained and with no energy. You unlocked the door and stepped out to your bedroom. “I'm going back to my flat tonight…” is all you said, making Mason flutter his brows in confusion. “Why? Don’t go.”

You offered a small smile, “I just want to be alone tonight. Today was stressful enough,” you ignored his brown eyes that bore into you as you walked over to pick some of your clothes that were there and packed them into a small bag of yours. “Talk to me, tell me how you feel Y/n. I can’t know if you don't tell me,” Mason pulled you back and your lip quivered, you gulped and turned around as your vision became blurry.

“Ive tried Mason. Ive tried so hard to prove not just to your family but friends too that im a good girlfriend. You’ve told me to not care about what they think but I do care! And it's hard because now I'm having doubts about where our future relies on…” you confessed, he croaked a small “What?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I use to picture a happy future for us. Owning a house, having kids, a dog or two, taking vacations together, attending more of your games. But now that seems forbidden and long gone. I don't see that anymore, I see the constant hate, and people not liking me just because I won't be enough for you. And maybe I'm not. Maybe you need someone else at your side who isn't me,” you continued.

“Please. Don’t be dramatic. I love you Y/n! You’re the one for me. I don't care what they say because, at the end of the day, I know you. I know your likes and dislikes, the good and bad, I know what makes you smile and what causes you to be sad. The side of the bed you prefer, the way you take your coffee, don't give up on us now.”

“Mason. I’ve never felt about myself this way before. I'm not happy or content-”

“Not even with me? I don’t make you happy?”

“You do Mason. I just-” you try to explain yourself but Mason's face is visibly hurt and slightly angry. “You just what? Tell me, do you not love me anymore? Am I not enough for you?” Mason quickly turned it around and you weren't sure what to say. “I uh-no-Listen-” you stuttered but regained yourself, being careful with your next words. “I love you Mason, more than you will ever know but I can't love you when I don’t love myself. I want to put myself first-”

“Now you’re being selfish. After everything you want to give up on us? Just because of what some people say?” he spit out angrily, and he began to pace around the room. “Selfish? All ive done is be there for YOU since day one! When I want to put myself first to try and save this relationship, it's sudden selfish?” you began to raise your voice.

“You may not understand what it's like, or maybe you do. But I can't handle the constant pressure and having to pretend to be okay anytime we go out or when the closest people in your life don't even like me!” you cried out. “So where do we go from here? I want to be with you Mason I do-”

“We're done,” Mason said with no remorse or emotion. You stared wide-eyed at him, “Look who’s giving up now…If that is what you want then so be it. I’ll leave now.” It all happened so quickly and without proper thinking. He watched you pack most t-shirts and pants all in a single duffle bag, all while he sat there and began regretting his decision. He just felt angry and hurt that you had all these doubts, but it scared him more when you began saying you didn't picture a future together.

Mason loved you so much that he was willing to do whatever it took just to wake up next to you every day. Little bits of hope suddenly went away as you finished packing up, he looked when he heard the final zipper close. You turned and faced him with bloodshot eyes, he heard you the entire time crying and simply broken. It was silent for a minute but you walked off and slammed the door.

He went to the window and observed the way you sat in your car, your head resting on the sterling wheel, your shoulders shaking as you continued crying. He couldn't handle the scene and decided to walk downstairs, his family all stared at Mason, who had teary eyes and a disheveled look on his face. “Where’s Y/n?” asked Jaz who held Summer on her hip.

“She’s gone.”

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“Have you tried speaking with him?” asked Sophia, she looked up and watched you sigh. “I tried but I can't bring myself to respond to his texts…It hurts.” Sophia was the only one who knew about the breakup, maybe Kai if she or Mason told her. “I replied to my birthday one that is all. I just said a simple thank you,” you said pulling out your phone and showing her the conversation.

“How was your birthday by the way? It's been a while since we've properly hung out. I'm glad we're doing this,” she giggled. “It was okay, I had a few drinks with friends from work and then had a movie night by myself in my flat, I did some skincare and treated myself with a nice designer bag as well,” you smiled proudly. The feeling of hard work always paid off.

You and Sophia spoke for hours, it was like that always with the two of you. You spoke about anything and everything, it feels special to have a friend like her. Sophia always was so intriguing and open to anything, she tries to make you feel more comfortable and loved. You came to her for anything, and she the same as well. There weren't ever any arguments or small fights, she felt like a soulmate friend.

“Are you coming with us to Germany? I want to show you around my hometown!” she said excitedly squirming around her chair. “Yes, I will be! I have mostly everything packed besides my makeup. A week off sounds so relaxing right now,” you said. She clapped her hands and spoke about her trip.

It would be a week in Germany traveling around her city and popular area there. She invited you and her closest friends in London to make the trip, and since you got along with the other it felt nice to look forward to. “My suitcase is so heavy. I packed three heavy jackets in there. So many warm outfits,” you chuckled thinking about how you had to physically sit on the suitcase to be able to close it.

“Mine is too. I always overpack and I majority of the time forget one thing, just me?” she asked, you shook your head, “Nope. That's me too.” Sophia was going to surprise you with these but she ended up spilling the secret of taking just you and her to her family's cabin there. A cozy place and the perfect getaway. You continued talking before deciding to split ways and go home to prepare for the night.

The trip suddenly came around and you were stressed, you couldn't find the correct shoes, and your passport was missing from its original place. You spent the whole morning looking just to find it already in your carry-on. The day started off raining and it continued doing so till you met with Sophia at the airport. The two of you killed time by having breakfast and talking at the gate waiting for the weather to change so you could board. You were more than lucky to reserve and buy a first-class seat so you took advantage of sleeping comfortably for the next few hours.

Mason Mount is set to miss training again… Join us at 6:30 pm for more news on transfer, club news, etc…

Your heart stops beating at the new headline. You knew he was going through it because you felt guilty and believed it was your fault. The picture they upload of him just was the icing on the cake, and you had the urge to reach out to check in on him. Your fingertips danced across the screen but you shut it off and focused on your getaway.

The drive to the cabin wasn't bad, just cold. Your nose was red, and your cheeks felt cold. Sophia was rather used to it, not feeling as cold as you were. The taxi driver helped you pull out suitcases as you waited for Sophia to open the cabin. She helped you roll in the suitcases, but stumbled back in shock, “Uh? Those lights shouldn't be on…” she trailed off.

You look around and faced the kitchen where indeed the dining and cooking area lights were on. “You don’t think someone was here right? Are the lights censored?” you quickly grabbed a nearby heavy object ready to prepare to defend yourself. “Let's take a look around maybe-”

The two of you stumbled back gasping when Kai walked out of the kitchen confused. “Schatz, is that you?” You looked at the german couple confused… While they resolved the issue you saw the familiar muscular body come down the stairs, the air felt more hot and heavy as you locked eyes with Mason.

The rushed feelings all came back, and you weren't sure how to react. It felt straight out of a movie, you had to force yourself to look away. “Soph..” you whispered. “I had no idea, it slipped my mind that Kai was going to bring Mason, Ben, and Reece here! I'm sorry-”

“Don’t apologize it's okay! We can still have more time with us and the rest of the girls soon! Two days can and will go by fast,” you pulled her aside and calmed her down all while you felt nervous as Mason stared at you in complete shock. The rest of the Chelsea players walked out and greeted you, you offered a smile to Mason as you walked off to your room. You unpacked for those two days and took a nap, wanting to sleep it off.

The group decided to have dinner and then watch a movie after. You helped Sophia cook as the boys helped set up the table. You tried to push out he was there but you could tell he was hurting just as much as you were. He sat right infront, Mason’s mind was all over the place, but now that you were here, he was motivated to win you back.

You fell asleep once again while watching the movie, after everyone said goodbye you went to your room and changed into pj’s with a long sleeve. The tossing and turning kept you up, desperately wanting to reach out to the man in front of your room. You stood up and quietly walked to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You suddenly felt that warm and strong embrace hugging you by the waist, Mason’s head hiding in the crook of your neck. Your hands wrapped around his forearms, tilting your head back to rest it against his upper shoulder. “I know it's wrong and I shouldn’t be doing this but, I missed you so much Y/n… You have no idea…” he said along your neck, you felt the hot breathing as he held you tighter.

You managed to turn around and let yourself hug him by his torso, running your hands on his back and sides, your head tucked underneath his chin. “I missed you to Mason,” you whimpered. He sat you on the marble counter, and quickly stood between your legs, hugging you by the waist. “Can we talk?” you asked hoping he would say yes. He nodded rapidly, “Please.”

“I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you that day. You had every right to be angry and upset. I would be too if you all of the sudden said you didn't picture me in your future. You truly did deserve better…” you sniffled. Mason locked eyes with you, his thumb brushing away your tears that began to fall out.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve respected and understood where you were coming from. It wasn’t selfish at all Y/n, I hope you know that. You did what you had to do, and I should've never said anything to make you feel that way. Putting yourself first to find self-love is strong and only some can do it,” Mason said.

“I still love you Mason…” you admitted watching his brown eyes go crazy, he rested his forehead against yours, “I love you. I never stopped and I don't think I will,” he said grabbing the back of your head. “My mom has been telling me nonstop how much she misses you, her, and Summer. She told me about how you spoke to her and grabbed tea two weeks ago.”

You giggled holding your hand by the side of his neck, “She did? I swear to you, I needed that that session with her. She told me about Nella trying to get us back together? Didn’t see that coming honestly, but she was asking for my number so she could apologize and so on,” you explained.

“It's not just my aunt Nella, my other friends from that night too. One of their girlfriends reached out to you, begging for you to listen to me or something like that,” he laughed, “but I saw their colors, who was there for me and you, and who wasn’t? As harsh and mean as it sounds I cut them off. I needed to cut all the negativity and those who wanted to control me.”

“And how are you doing now?” you whispered.

“Im doing way better now that I'm here with you. It was driving me insane coming home to find some of your items there but not you. I had gotten so used to you being there, I hated the feeling of coming home after a long day and you not being there. But I think time apart is what we needed.”

“We did. I feel better physically and mentally. I'm just hoping I won't be overstepping any boundaries with what I'm about to ask…” you bit your lip nervously. Mason pulled back confused but still held you by your hips, “What do you mean? Ask what,” he said impatiently.

“I know we have so much to cover and go over to fix us but how do you feel about giving us a second chance? I understand if you're not ready or-” he cuts you off with a rushed kiss, tilting your chin up so it deepens more. He held you close while your hand tugged on the hair on the nape of his neck. “I want to be with you from this day forward,” Mason said smiling when heard you giggle again. He kissed you again and brought you down. He turned off the lights and dragged you to your room.

The two of layed down, Mason being the bigger spoon and you the smaller one. He trailed kisses from your temple to your jaw, your neck, and cheeks, still in denial that you were back in his arms. “I love you, Y/n,” he placed one last kiss on your lips, watching your eyes close from being tired. “Mmm I love you more Mason,” you smirked knowing it would rile him up a bit.

“Oh don’t start this now!”

The german couple felt content with how their plan worked out in the end after finding you and Mason cuddled up in your room sleeping. They were able to help you and Mason get back together knowing how it was affecting both of you. They walked away and let the pair sleep peacefully after so long.

#mason mount imagine #mason mount one shot #mason mount blurb #mason mount x reader #mason mount x y/n #mason mount #mm19

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

So, here's a short excerpt for WIP Wednesday (963 words)! Thank you for everyone who followed my new writing blog, the response has been so unbelievable.

Trigger Warning: Discussion of parental death

Original Prompt Fill

1st Shared Segment

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IKnowYourSecrets: hey

IKnowYourSecrets: I know this isnt something weve done before

IKnowYourSecrets: you said you got a cell for your last bday

IKnowYourSecrets: can I call you?

IKnowYourSecrets: heres my number XXX-XXX-XXXX

-xXPolarisXx-: is everything ok?

-xXPolarisXx-: dont answer that

-xXPolarisXx-: obv not

-xXPolarisXx-: my phones in my room brb

Danny ran up stairs to grab his phone and return to the computer before anyone could close out of his chat. He checked the number and dialed it, closing out of everything and logging out as the call connected.

“Tim?” he asked as soon as the ringing stopped. “What’s happened?”

“Danny? I… this is weird talking like this.” Tim’s voice was rough and Danny couldn’t tell if that was from emotion or just how he normally sounded.

Danny laughed a little. “Yeah. It is. Give me a sec, let me get to my room and I’ll shut the door. Give us some privacy.”

“I… yeah. I might need a few minutes.”

“Are you okay?”

Tim made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob and Danny all but ran up the stairs. “No, not really. Um. My mom’s dead.”

“What?!" What was the appropriate response to something like this? Sometimes he wished he had Jazz's way with words. "What happened?”

“She and dad were in the Caribbean." Tim let out a huff. "I didn’t even know they were in the Caribbean.”

Danny made a noise to indicate he was listening, but waited for Tim to continue.

“There was a local villain named Obeah man. He captured them and held them ransom. Gave them some water to drink at some point, but… it was poisoned. By the time Batman got there, it was too late. Mom died.” Tim gave another half-hysterical laugh. “And my dad is in a coma. He may never wake up.” His voice trailed off.

Danny swallowed. How does anyone respond to news like that? “I’m so sorry, Tim. How are you holding up? What’s going to happen now?”

“The funeral is in two days. Bruce is organizing it. And I’m going to stay with him, I guess. He said he’d be happy to foster me until my dad gets better.”

“Shit, Tim. Text me during the funeral if you need to.”

“I might take you up on that. You won’t mind?”

“Of course not. Every 5 seconds if you need to.”

“Distract me. What’s going on in your life? I don’t want to think about any of this anymore.”

“Oh, uh, all right. Are you sure?”

“Please, Danny.”

“If you change your mind, interrupt me anytime.” Danny chewed his lip. What on earth could he talk about in response to news like that? The test he had in English last week? That sounded so trite. “I did start karate training with…” he trailed off before he could say his mom. “Anyway, it’s going all right. I’ve basically only been taught basic moves. I only get lessons two or three times a month so it’s slow going.”

Tim’s voice was still shaky, but he seemed to latch onto the topic to Danny’s relief. “You really have to give it your all if you want to succeed. Have you learned the basic stances and things?”

“Some, I think.”

“Hold those positions. Stand in your room and just hold them for ten minutes at a time. And practice the same punch over and over. Even if your m—” Tim’s voice caught and he changed course “—instructor can’t make it. Would you be allowed to sign up for classes? Get something more consistent?”

“We don’t have the money.” Danny bit back the embarrassment he felt at admitting that. Tim was rich-rich and never had to worry about things like bills. “Ghost hunting doesn’t really pay. My parents are at least good engineers so they can fix our own appliances and vehicles. Sometimes dad or mom will fix stuff for the neighbors for some extra money.”

Tim hummed in understanding and didn’t push the issue. “How did they even get into ghosts to begin with?”

“If we ever end up in the same place, you are not allowed to ask that directly to my parents. Don’t mention ghosts at all. They won’t stop talking for hours. As for how they got into it… Dad’s always believed in the supernatural. He could’ve just as easily started tracking big foot or the Loch Ness Monster. But he met mom in university and she was stuck on ghosts. Dragged him in, too. And he’s obsessive. Once he decides on something, that’s it.

“They were both studying the supernatural and had to decide what to focus on for their doctoral research. Mom’s hated ghosts since she was a teenager. Apparently she and a friend were dared to go into a haunted house one Halloween. She doesn’t talk about it much, but her friend died that night. She blames the ghosts and has dedicated her life to hunting them ever since.”

Tim clicked his tongue. “Wow. It almost makes sense with that back story.”

Danny snorted. “Ghosts aren’t real. I dunno what killed her friend, but it wasn’t a ghost. Wish they’d decided to hunt Bigfoot instead.”

“Really? Why do you say that?”

Danny looked out his window and stared at the setting sun. “If they were hunting bigfoot, we’d probably go camping more often. And I like camping. You get the best views of the stars that way.”

“What’s your favorite constellation?”

“That’s like asking who my favorite Star Trek character is! There’s too many to choose. But do you know the folk history of Polaris? It’s why I chose my username.” Danny talked to Tim about the stars and space until Alfred called him away for dinner. They made plans to talk online again later.

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Now, I have a question for y'all. I was planning on finishing the entire work then publishing on a once a week basis until finished (or twice a week if I had more chapters than I expect). I've got the first chapter mostly done, just need to rewrite one section and change a few lines elsewhere. I also have the next 1.5 chapters mostly done on a first draft. I could start posting now, but I can't guarantee a posting schedule and I'll probably have to take a hiatus or two as I plan to get a new job and move sometime in the next few months.

So my question, do you want me to post now or wait? It'll probably be several months if not a year before I finish depending on how long I take and how many other projects catch my eye.

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In other news, the creator of the original prompt started their own fill, too! If you read mine, I am requiring you to check theirs as well because it is amazing 💕. Tumblr Link and AO3 Link

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cinnamonest · 1 year

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Male Majority AU brainrot has consumed me once again. Also cucking because we love it. Dropping this blurb here for no special reason, hoping you like it nonetheless hehe

Alhaitham is quite surprised when he finds out Kaveh got himself a girl. It was apparently, after his graduation right as the popularity of the architect spiked up. Before said architect fell into crippling debts as well. Only someone as brash as Kaveh wouldn’t see it coming, wouldn’t be prepared for that outcome. So it’s not as surprising to Alhaitham when his senpai beg him to house him and his girl. He accepts, though not without a price of course.

You see, Alhaitham has never paid much attention to the other sex before. Of course he has seen women, the Grand Sage, the Darshans, anyone of power has one always stuck to their side. Those higher-ups loves to brag, and frustrate Akademiya students even more since it’s practically impossible for anyone who hasn’t graduated to get a woman for themselves (and even then, it depends on how successful you are— beside, it’s difficult taking care of a being so delicate when you never have free time). But now that you’re here, living with him, he realises what he’s been missing.

You’re a bit shy, always worry about not bothering him, and you stiffen when he addresses you. You’re still adamant about showing how thankful you are for this housing arrangement though. While he’s working or reading at home, you always bring him water and snacks now and then. Always call him ‘sir Alhaitham’ or ‘master Alhaitham’. You try your best to greet him when he comes home, to compliment him, ‘W-well done at work today’ and it makes him laugh because you obviously have no idea what his job is. He acknowledges your efforts, but small things like you— they’ll never reach even an average man’s intelligence (you seem aware of that at the very least.).

He feels a bit bad for you too, your owner can’t see past his own nose. Kaveh does his best taking care of you, cuddling you, bringing you gifts, even ask your opinion on some of his architectural projects but he never tries to listen to you, does he? Anytime he finds you two interacting, the architect runs in-between screeching ‘Don’t speak to my darling you lunatic, you’ll corrupt my beloved! Are you alright sweetheart, he didn’t touch did he ?’. Such reaction only makes Alhaitham want to try to get closer to you more and more, see how far he can get away with things.

So he does, small touches here and there that ends up in cuddling sessions, bringing you some gifts now and then. ‘I need your presence at the Akademiya, please put this on and stick close to me.’ You’re unsure about putting the collar with a clear Alhaitham’s…. Yet you’re aware you don’t have a say in this, only following his order. You won’t do anything the whole day beside being arm candy, But what can Kaveh do about it, under the threat of removing him from the house? It teaches him a lesson as well— who is dumb enough to end up almost homeless while owning a girl? He truly doesn’t realise the danger he put you through there.

Perhaps Alhaitham should look into putting you into shared ownership. Stealing a girl is illegal of course, but cases of women who got a second owner because the first one fell under tough times aren’t unheard of. He’s getting tired of waiting, he’s been looking forward to bedding you for a while now.

AHHHHH I love this, Kaveh WOULD make a horrible financial decision like that lmao. Even in general it would be so awful, Alhaitham would absolutely be that third wheel that gets constantly inconvenienced because the other is constantly making adjustments and doing things without asking first lmao

Also since there's no like canonical heights to my knowledge, there's one part mentioning reader being comparatively shorter than them

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To be fair, it's an act of benevolence to begin with. This unjust world is a constant weight on Kaveh's heart and mind, he's one of the most unfortunate people to have to exist in this universe, given he's such a bleeding heart. They have those charities and such that are supposed to advocate for better conditions and humane practices for the poor girls, and he's emptied his pockets for those more than once.

But buying one was not a selfish act, no. It may just be one, sure, and there are still plenty more suffering out there, but at least he can sleep well at night knowing he has made a difference, even if it's just in one person's life. After all, it was so pitiful and heart-wrenching, passing by those markets in town all the time and seeing them put in cages and look so miserable, he HAD to get one. It weighed on his soul, you know?

Such is how he justifies it, when questioned on it. He's doing a good thing. He's very happy about it initially, too.

Granted, it's not particularly normal for someone of his current economic status to make this decision, even pre-debt, it's not like he's super filthy rich or anything. He may or may not have taken out a loan... but no big deal... right...?

It's also true that neither of them have had any real opportunities to interact with the opposite sex — the Akademiya, of course, has no female students. Well, except for the fact that there's actually been a few cases of some particularly brazen, stupid girls being caught managing to disguise themselves for some time in attempts to get educational certification (presumably try to maintain the act long enough to become self-sufficient), but of course it never lasts long and is swiftly dealt with, given that students are incentivized by the policy that if someone discovers and rats a girl out to the institution, that person will get to keep her. But regardless, neither of them ever encountered such a thing.

Poor Kaveh is rather awkward at first, but he openly acknowledges that -- that is, he's more just awkward rather than shy, has no trouble being up-front and transparent about never having spoken directly to or been so close to a female before. He's pretty confident in his capability to be a good owner, though, he's done a lot of research and knows how to be sensitive and careful.

It's a fascinating experience, though. He's very touchy, and not even in a sexual way, often just reaching out to brush his hands over your skin, almost in a sort of awe. He realizes that for whatever reason, he had more or less subconsciously thought of them to be like inorganic objects, perhaps in part due to having spent almost more occasions seeing them portrayed in statues in architecture courses than in real life (which is very common -- no matter what nation you look at, one learns that in the anthropological sense of things, females are constantly made the subject of art, music, marblework, poetry, and virtually every other aspect of culture, often by men who have very little experience with real-life ones beyond their own mothers and the occasional few hours with prostitutes).

So it almost feels surprising to be reminded that you are made of flesh and blood, and thereby are, in fact, soft and warm and fleshy. It's an exhilarating feeling, holding onto you, even just the slightest touches and wrapping arms around you gives him a sort of natural chemical high, a buzz that's nearly overwhelming. Which, sure, he's heard described before, and has even read about quite extensively in anatomy and biology in the first years of general education, but experiencing it for oneself is totally different, and far more intense of a feeling than he had imagined.

He's really one of the best possible owners you could get, though. Very caring and doting, often to a point that it's suffocating.

And, of course, protective... which becomes an odd dynamic when he's forced to seek alternative living situations and you end up living with Alhaitham, seeing as most protective people probably would not be comfortable with a living situation in which one is living with another guy all the while.

Well, he is uncomfortable, but he doesn't have much of a choice. When his finances go plummeting, he knows who to reach out to... and while Alhaitham knows full well he'll give in and take you two in, there is some hesitation when he thinks about it. It could invite trouble, if someone sees you walking around the house and all... he'll just have to be careful.

Thankfully, Kaveh's still only paying rent for one person. Alhaitham did think about increasing it to something reasonable for two people, but... well, you're not really a "person," so to speak. When it comes to public transportation fees, usually females are considered a carry-on object, like a dog or a large suitcase, and only add an extra fee, which is less than the boarding cost for a person. So, out of generosity, he just leaves it as is.

Alhaitham soon comes to realize, however, that the decision to take you both in has some unforeseen consequences, namely being nagged and hounded about every little thing he does.

He's constantly getting chastised — they're fragile, you know, need ideal conditions. Yes, there needs to be a fire because your kind are very temperature sensitive (shouldn't he know that? Did he not pay any attention in biology??), yes he needs to buy (read: Alhaitham needs to buy) silk sheets because your skin is more fragile, yes they need to start buying (once more, read: Alhaitham needs to start buying) higher quality food for you because your it is critical that you get certain nutrients and vitamins or it will throw off your hormones and biles and all that and make you sick.

It's... irksome. He acts like every little issue that arises is the end of the world, exaggerates any harm that may come to you. And, of course, Kaveh tends to blame him for every negative thing. You get sick for a day and he claims it's because the house is too cold or too dusty, you tripped and fell and got carpet burn and it turned into a five minute lecture on how Alhaitham must have been the one to have mistakenly bunched up the edge of the rug and how he needs to be more careful, having a more fragile creature living here now. You knock something off the top of a cabinet (where they both tend to keep some foodstuffs), trying to reach it and it falls on your head, and soon Alhaitham finds his entire cabinets rearranged, optimized for your reach, and with the snacks you like placed in front of the other stuff.

Not to mention, of course, it's very awkward when he has to listen to you two go at it.

Kaveh's quick to justify that matter when Alhaitham makes some mildly passive-aggressive comment about it. No, it's not unethical nor coercion to have sex with you just because you depend on him for survival or anything. They NEED to have sex or they'll get sick... and in his defense, that's the common belief.

See, Sumeru is, predictably, the origin of a great deal of pseudoscience. Whereas other regions are more prone to bizarre and dumb traditional beliefs and stereotypes with no real basis that simply persist over time, Sumeru inhabitants prefer their misinformation to be peer-reviewed and doctoral-degree-verified, based on "studies" and "research" that is definitely not the sort where they intentionally set up the research to achieve predetermined results. You can even major in things of the sort at the Akademiya, like female medicine or female psychology, very lucrative fields seeing as they deal with primarily high-wealth clients (and otherwise men who are still willing to pay out the nose for the well-being of their beloved).

The Akademiya is also the world's leading institute on research for female hysteria, neurosis and psychosis, and cures thereof. The cause of such disorders is, generally, an imbalance of the humors and biles caused by hormonal deficiencies that are a direct result of the creature being undersexed. The Studies™ show that they become depressed and psychologically unwell as a result of several directly related causes, namely lack of orgasm and lack of having their pair-bonded mate's seed in them. Throws their brains off-balance.

Which is why Kaveh's not like the typical cruel, heartless person that buys these poor victimized girls just to use them like toys and objects, no, he's doing this because it's a necessary part of your care. The intention is what matters, and thereby makes it non-exploitative... also, of course, actually having mutual love for each other makes it non-exploitative, which he insists is the case... he's especially insistent of this after a certain someone muttered an unnecessary comment just loud enough for him to hear that 'she has every incentive to *act* like she loves you, you know,' which left him upset for some time.

He's not wrong... you do gladly proclaim you do. That's how you've always been trained to act — even if you met your master ten seconds ago, you are ready at any moment to muster a smile and say you love him. The universally understood rules are simple: you love your master from the moment you meet him, you show no signs of discontentment, and you pretend as if you came into existence that very moment — never mentioning your past, acting as if any previous owners or living situations have been wiped from your memory, and above all, never comparing your current owner to a past one in a negative way.

Especially seeing as Kaveh is obviously... on edge. It's not like he isn't well aware of the ticking time bomb of a setup he's managed to find himself in. Staying in a home with some other guy, while having you around... it's asking for something to go wrong. Most people wouldn't dare, and would view the choice as a rather stupid one.

Thus, Kaveh is always trying to deter you from interacting, telling you that the man who owns the home is either too calloused and will be a bad influence, or too insensitive and will hurt your feelings; there's no way someone as thoughtless and dense as him would ever be able to appropriately, properly converse with your kind, known for emotionally sensitivity and all. Besides, you have no real reason to even want to speak to him, right?

So you can talk only when they're both around, when he's there to ensure Alhaitham doesn't say something stupidly insensitive or offensive. Which leads to some disputes, the two bicker back and forth even more than they would normally. And you... well, they can't be upset with you for at least trying to intervene, trying to be soft-spoken and sweet so as to not make it worse. It's very awkward for everyone involved.

His affection for you makes him that much more infuriated when he finds out that Alhaitham has been taking you out of the house and, in his mind, forcing you to spend time with him when you obviously have no desire to, parading you around as if you're his. It frustrates him, it upsets him, but... he can't really do anything.

On Alhaitham's end, though, it's only fair, so he thinks. Come on. What was he thinking? Knowing full well that Alhaitham doesn't have one, and yet he still basically wants to torment him by having you there? It feels like rubbing salt in a wound, of course he should know this was bound to happen eventually.

It's just slowly building up to a much bolder move, or rather, a compromise. Just... once a month, maybe. It's what he's owed, you know? And he'll be sure to fill out the paperwork verifying that he has partial ownership, meaning he's entitled to physical relations anyway.

With no other options, Kaveh is more or less forced to agree, albeit very very begrudginly... but, of course, with limits! He doesn't exactly have any right to set those limits, really, but Alhaitham agrees to them if for nothing else but to save himself the complaining and chastising he'd get otherwise. It's only a very small allowance, once per month and only once, no more than half an hour, and absolutely no other exchanges of any affection outside of that! Not that he can be there to enforce that, but he trusts you'll tell him if that bastard makes any move to touch you or kiss you or try anything whenever he's not around... won't you?

Not knowing what else to do (and stuck between trying to keep two rather stubborn individuals happy at the same time), you're very quick to assure him that of course you won't allow such a thing, and, of course, that you love him so much more, he's so much better and he's the only one that can actually make you feel good, so on and so on... he's not exactly happy about the situation, but your words placate him. For now, at least, until Alhaitham keeps pushing the bar for what he's allowed further, and further, and further...

#poor kuckveh 😔#and then he just takes out another loan and goes further into debt to buy one for alhthm so hell leave you two alone--#but also I like to think that kveh just like #sits outside the room the whole time and makes no effort to hide it #like how high school teachers will just blatantly stand there and loom over kids doing group work lmao #.mmau #.kv #.ah

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theplanetplu20 · 1 year

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Stress Reliever

pairing(s): Larissa Weems x reader

warning(s): NSFW, mommy kink, praise kink, etc

summary: You’ve been stressing over finals, so larissa takes it upon herself to help you relax a little ;)

word count: 1.6k

A/N: I wrote the reader to have no gender but since i’m afab they have female genitalia. This is also my first time writing smut so pls be kind lmaooo I don’t even know if this is good but i wrote it so i’m posting it lmk what you think :)

(also sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes i fr do have a learning disability 💀)

I open my eyes wide for a second trying to force myself awake as I stare into the bright screen in front me. I’ve been staring at it so long it’s burning my brain and melting my eyes. but with my exam coming up this monday i can’t afford to stop. It’s exam week and due to having a learning disability it’s always been harder for me to retain information especially when having such bad anxiety makes it even worse. I’ve been so stressed with making sure i know the material well enough that I didn't hear the door creak open. I felt a pair of hands come up onto my shoulders giving them a light squeeze before messaging them slowly. I groan and lean my head back so it’s resting against her stomach and I try and snuggle my face closer to her not enjoying the clothes in my way.

“What did I say to you about overworking yourself, darling?” she says calmly, not exactly mad but not impressed. I look up at her from my place still tucked into her stomach and then back to being smushed into her. I mumble back embarrassed that this is like the fifth time she’s had to pull me away from school work that’s been bothering me. She moves a hand into my hair scratching at the base of my hairline then pulling her fingers through my hair getting any tangles that formed during my frustration. “What was that love? I didn’t quite hear you.”

“You said not to and to make sure i at least take breaks” she hums

“and how long has it been since you’ve taken a break?” she can tell i’ve been sitting here for hours the way my desk is an absolute mess as well as myself.

“I don't know to be honest” I pull my head back a little looking up at her. I can feel my eyes starting to tear up being overwhelmed.

“Oh honey, it’s okay” she continues playing with my hair successfully calming me down. I sigh, content being in her arms. I start shifting in my seat a little suddenly aware of how painful it is to sit at a desk for hours on end. “Come on, up you get, let’s get your legs moving” She takes my hands and gently pulls me up. After being sat for long, my legs feel stiff and uncomfortable and my knees buckle a bit causing me to fall into larissa.

“ ‘m sorry” I mumble, gripping her shoulders. she responds but pulling me into her and pressing a kiss onto my forehead comfortingly.

“don’t worry we’ll get you moving and better in no time” she smiles at me “come on let’s go for a small walk around the room, do you think you can do that?” I nod dumbly, loving seeing this caring side of her. She holds my waist as we just pace the room a bit, stretching my legs out till they feel slightly better. “Any better?”

“A bit, they’re still sore. I didn't really even realize the time. I don't think I even moved an inch in the last five hours” I say, frowning at myself.

“hm, how about next time we’ll set alarms at certain times to make sure you get up, walk around a bit and drink some water? how does that sound?” I can’t believe I didn’t even think of that.

“yeah that sounds good actually, thank you” She smiles warmly at me

“Of course, my love anytime” She leans down to kiss me slowly and steadily. I quickly become immersed in the feeling of her lips on mine wanting more. I lightly bite down on her bottom lip causing her to gasp lightly and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. We quickly fight for dominance but it doesn’t last long as I’m quick to give in. I feel her hands start to roam my body causing my want to grow. I grip the back of her neck pushing myself more into her not feeling close enough. She’s the first to pull back and starts making her way down my jaw to my neck leaving small kisses until she finds her favorite spot on my neck and begins to mark my skin. My breath is heavy and I have the desperate need to feel her close. I whine pathetically as she pulls away adminering her work.

“What do you need, darling? she says into my ear causing me to whimper

“god, you, I need you right now,” she smiles widely at my words. She walks me backwards till my legs hit the bed and i fall down onto it.

“Well all you had to do was ask. I think my baby deserves a reward for working so hard, what do you think?” she asks you to rub her thumb over ur bottom lip and grips your face lightly so you have to look her in the eye. i nod, half not trusting myself to speak, half completely mesmerized by her and unable to. “I wanna hear you” she grips my face, eyes narrowing a little.

“yes mommy, i’ve been so good i promise” I plead already completely at her will. seemingly satisfied with my answer she leans down to plant a quick kiss to my lips before pulling back.

“Then take off your clothes and lay down on the bed for me, why don’t you?” she watches your every move as you take off your shirt to your pants leaving you in your underwear. “Those too honey” she says as she herself starts to unbutton her own shirt. I can feel my face flush red with her gaze on me. I quickly pull my underwear off and lay back onto the bed waiting for her to finish taking off her own clothes. My eyes never leave hers as she makes her way towards me, feelings of anticipation bubbling under my skin. “You always work yourself so hard my love eventually you’ll wear yourself out, let me take care of you” my breath catches in my throat as pushes her hands up my stomach past my chest and back down just barely avoiding where I want her most desperately.

“Please” I whimper out needing to feel her in me. She runs her hands down my thighs lightly messaging them making me moan out rather loudly causing a smile to grace her face.

“Please what?” Her smile turns into a smirk as she gets closer towards the tops of my thighs

“Please fuck me mommy please” I was getting slightly desperate but refrained from bucking towards her hands. Her hands guide my legs up so she has more access.

“Awe, you’re all wet and desperate for me, it's almost pitiful” she hovers over my clit and it takes everything in me not just to push down and find sweet relief but I refuse to not get this reward. I deserve it. I squirm practically drooling for her hands to be on me. “Look at you being so good” she moves to circle my clit making me twitch and whine. She brings her face close to my ear pressing a light kiss under it before moving right by it before pushing two fingers deep inside me causing my eyes to roll back and my mouth to open slightly “mommy’s gonna take good care of you darling” I moan loudly at her words feeling pleasure everywhere. She keeps a steady pace as she brings her other hand up my body, running it up and down the skin of my stomach. She makes her way down my body leaving a trail of kisses. I was already so worked up it didn’t take long for me to get close. I clenched around her fingers.

“I-i’m gonna cum, oh fuck-“ I’m a moaning mess under touch and i’m one touch away from exploding at the seems when suddenly she pulls away lesving me clenching around nothing. “no, no i’ve been so good please mommy I want to cum” I beg, upset i’m being denied what i want.

“I know you have darling, mommy just wants you to cum so hard you forget all about your stressful day, so i want you to hold off as long as you can, can you do that for me baby?” I nod frantically just wanting her back on my body, feeling empty without her fingers in me. “that’s my good baby” suddenly three fingers plunge into me making me scream out in pleasure. My eyes squeeze shut, not being able to focus on anything other than her.

“Holy shit, Larissa” I can't stop the string of profanities that is out of my mouth. I suddenly feel her mouth suck and lick at my clit making my mind go hazy and my legs to shake. “I-i cant..i-” I'm barely able to form words as she invades all my senses. She seems to understand though.

“Cum for me y/n” My hands grip the sheets under me hard till my knuckles turned white as my orgasam pluses through me leaving me a shaking, gasping mess. Larissa is quick to lick every last drop but careful not to bother my sensitive clit. She kisses up my thighs and presses a hard kiss to my lips quickly to deepen it so I can taste myself on her tongue. I moan at the taste and she breaks away to place a bunch of soft kisses to my face. She moves to lay down beside me pulling me into her. “Feeling better?” she whispers in my hair while she runs her fingers over my skin in a comforting way.

“So much better” I mumbled, already falling asleep. you ended up passing out right away leaving Larissa to quietly clean you up admiring how peaceful you looked blissed out from her touch. She moves back into the bed pulling the covers over you both

“I love you darling” she presses a kiss to your temple before slowly drifting to sleep herself.

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie #principal weems #wednesday #wednsday addams #larissa weems smut #wednesday netflix #pls let me know what you think

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kpopfanfictrash · 2 years

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Love to Hate (Ch. 8)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+ (not an explicit chapter)

Warnings: mentions of cheating (past)

Word Count: 10,561

“I don’t have to point out the irony, do I?” Hoseok shouts to be heard over the wind. “The fact that you’re terrified of open water, but run an organization dedicated to saving the ocean?”

“Nope,” you say, gripping the rope like a lifeline. “No need to point out the obvious.”

Hoseok grins. “Anytime,” he laughs, stepping onto the yacht.

Determinedly, you stare at the gangplank before you. You can do this, you reason. People walk onto boats every day and walk off them, alive. There’s no reason you would be the one to trip, fall into the ocean and be devoured by a shark. Or worse.

Shit. Now you’re thinking about what worse would be.

When Olya suggested this meeting, you agreed without really listening to the particulars. The particulars were important though, since they involved meeting Doug Johnson – reticent mayor of Marine Cove himself – onboard a yacht owned by one of Seokjin’s friends. A meeting during which you’ll be setting sail for several hours.

On the open ocean. Alone.

Most likely, you’ll die.

At least today will be a distraction, you think, gingerly placing a foot on the gangplank. After the events of the past week, you’ve done everything short of flinging yourself into the sun to distance your thoughts from Jungkook.

Forcing your concentration, you run the last several steps to enter the ship. Catching your breath, you turn and find Hoseok looking bemused.

Casual, he pushes his glasses up his nose. “Come on.” Hoseok turns. “Liam should be here any minute.”

Ah, yes – the other nerve-wracking part of today.

Marine Cove still hasn’t given a response about whether they’ll participate in your coastal ecosystem project. In a final effort, Hoseok suggested bringing Liam along. Marine Cove’s biggest worry is their main employer abandoning the town in retaliation. Hopefully, introducing Doug to Liam will remind Marine Cove there are other companies willing to work with Clean Ocean.

A promising idea, but one wreaking havoc on your sanity – what’s left of it, anyways. After your parents’ party on Saturday, you’re hanging on by a thread. First you introduced Liam to your parents way too soon and received their unfortunate approval, and then…

Well. And then.

Shutting out thoughts of Jungkook, you return to the problem at hand. Forcibly confronting your fear of open water might be the only thing planet capable of tearing your thoughts away from Jungkook.

At least only Hoseok saw your embarrassing entrance. He insisted on arriving a half-hour early to set up, resulting in no one seeing your struggle. By the time Olya and Liam get here, hopefully your motion sickness pills will have kicked in.

Beneath your feet, the boat gently rocks while you wait on the deck. Checking your phone, you see zero messages. Ignoring the way your heart pinches, you replace your phone as a man enters the stern.

“You must be Y/N and Hoseok,” he says with a grin.

Stepping forward, the sun’s rays light him as though they belong there. Blonde hair, tan skin, and an easy smile – the man could be an advertisement for surfing but for a steadiness which makes you trust him implicitly. Safely, you assume he must be the captain.

“Yes,” you say, shaking his outstretched hand. “And you must be… Noah?”

“At your service.” Finished with greetings, Noah steps back to lace both hands before him. “Would you like a tour of the vessel before heading upstairs? That’s where the table has been set up for your meeting.”

“Sure.” Hoseok cuts off your noise of protest. “That’d be great.”

Nodding, Noah turns and disappears down the hall.

You tug on Hoseok’s sleeve. “Didn’t you want to prepare for the meeting?” you hiss.

“This is preparing. Or don’t you want to know where the exits are?”

Hoseok has a point, so you nod and follow suit. The boat – yacht? Ship? –is beautiful, you have to admit. It belongs to one of Seokjin’s family friends and whatever he did to allow your use, you don’t want to know.

The interior is clean and white with bright wooden beams overhead. Having entered from the stern, you follow Noah through the interior to reach the bow. He points out several rooms as you pass – staff quarters, an equipment room, a game space and more.

You nod, slightly dazed when you come to a stop at a narrow staircase. At the top, the view frankly takes away your breath. Hoseok lets out a low whistle, climbing behind you.

“Damn,” he says, stopping to take in the view.

Ahead is the bow, waterproof cushions laid out for sunning. A steel ladder descends to the deck – one you won’t be using, you decide. The marina stretches beyond it, and past that lies the ocean in waves of pure blue. It hurts your eyes and, squinting at the brightness, you turn away.

Immediately you spot the table Noah mentioned – a small, four-person space set with paper, pens and assorted drinks and snacks.

Noticing your glance, Noah asks, “Will it be just you two today?”

“We’re expecting three more,” says Hoseok. “So, we need another chair.”

Taking this all in stride, Noah nods. “I’ll go and grab one. You two make yourselves at home.”

Once he’s gone, you look at Hoseok. “Three?”

“Mhm.” He nods. “I asked Olya to come.”

Pointedly not meeting your gaze, Hoseok pulls out a chair to sit at the table. Hiding a smile, you leisurely join.

“So,” you say, nonchalant. “Olya’s coming.”

“So. You’re scared of fish.”

Your smile vanishes. “I’m not scared of fish, Hobi. I want fish to live in a clean and safe environment. I just don’t think people give the ocean the respect it deserves!”

Lips twitching, Hoseok shakes his head. “It is pretty spectacular, I’ll admit,” he says, gazing around the deck.

“I know,” you agree. “When we’re docked, I appreciate it even more. I just wish we’d stay in the harbor today.”

“We are.” Hoseok closes his eyes. “I was fucking with you when I said we’d be at open sea.”

You gape for a moment before smacking him – hard – on one arm. Hoseok laughs and jerks upright, swatting right back. Before you can fully berate him, someone calls from below.

“Hello?” Liam’s voice drifts from the staircase. “Anyone here?”

“We’re up here,” you call back. “Hoseok and I are upstairs!”

Liam’s hair appears first, windswept and golden. His eyes crinkle as they emerge, revealing a smile when he clears the last steps. On the landing he pauses to take in your surroundings.

“Wow.” Liam whistles. “What does your friend do again?”

“It’s not his boat,” you say, rising from your chair. “But it is beautiful.”

Turning from the ocean, Liam’s gaze darkens when he sees you. “It’s not the only thing,” he agrees, dropping his voice so Hoseok won’t hear.

His words prompt butterflies in your stomach, the unmistakable pleasure of being complimented and – that’s it. Nothing beyond that. No sweaty palms, throbbing heart, or sudden speechlessness. Before you can adequately mask your disappointment, Hoseok jumps in.

“Should we go over the plan?” he asks. “Before Doug arrives.”

Retreating from you, Liam nods and gestures for you to sit first.

“Sure thing,” he says, and you rejoin the table.

Since Saturday, you’ve been in contact with Liam nearly every day. Nothing crazy, just a hey, how are you here and a goodnight text there. Your exchanges have been pleasant, if not exciting.

Which is a good thing, you remind yourself.

Liam is the exact opposite of crying alone in a hotel bathroom until you can breathe easily enough to pretend nothing happened.

Holding onto this, you glance upward and catch Hoseok watching. His brows furrow, and he stares a moment longer than necessary before Captain Noah returns.

“Ah, another one,” he says, setting down the fifth chair. Good-naturedly, Noah sticks out his hand for Liam to shake. “Apologies for not greeting you at the dock. Wanted to make sure everything was set up here.”

Half-rising, Liam offers a smile. “No problem at all,” he says, shaking hands. “Beautiful boat you have here.”

“Not mine.” Laughing a little, Noah withdraws. “But beautiful, all the same. I’ll head downstairs to greet the rest of your guests. Let me know if you need anything!”

“Thanks, Noah!” you call as he leaves.

Silence falls when he leaves, save for the wind off the ocean. A quick glance at Hoseok shows him texting someone, probably Olya.

“So.” Liam leans in. “Strategy?”

“Right,” you exhale.

Earlier, you printed out copies of Hoseok’s talking points. Accepting the paper you hand him, Liam quickly scans the page as Hoseok’s phone dings.

“That’s Olya,” he says, jumping up. “I’ll go get her.”

You have no time to protest before Hoseok disappears. Taking advantage of his absence, Liam leans forward until his knee presses to yours.

“So,” he says, his voice low. “I enjoyed meeting your family on Saturday.”

“Did you?” You blink, unable to mask your surprise. “That has to be my first time hearing that.”

“Granted” – Liam laughs – “those types of parties aren’t my thing, but it was nice to be introduced to people as your boyfriend.”

“Ah.” You hesitate. “You… really don’t need to worry about that. Jason tends to get carried away.”

“I didn’t mind,” Liam says, not hearing the subtext. “I liked when he said it.”

“Oh. Sure.”

Sinking a little, you ponder how best to fix this when Olya and Hoseok return. Pasting a smile over your face, you make room for Olya as Liam asks Hoseok a question.

While they’re talking, you can’t help but look at Liam.

It was strange, how Liam acted on Saturday – or rather, how he didn’t act. Since meeting, Liam has said he doesn’t belong in your parents’ world but from what you saw, Liam fits in better than you. Take now, for instance. His crisp, linen trousers and white shirt are ready-made for a yacht. You’re ninety percent sure you’ve seen your father wear the same get-up.

You’re so entrenched in these thoughts, you nearly miss the moment Doug arrives. Hoseok notices though, the legs of his chair scraping as he stands.

“Mr. Johnson,” he says brightly. “Please, have a seat.”

Scanning the table, Doug nods and places his briefcase on the floor. “Hello, everyone,” he says, seating himself beside you. “I know Hoseok and Y/N, but I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of meeting everyone else.”

“Liam Jessen.” Liam extends his hand. “CEO of Infinity Motors.”

Doug glances briefly at this, then back up. “I see.” His gaze cuts to Olya. “And you are?”

“Olya Cermak,” she supplies. “Head of Communication and Events for Clean Ocean.”

Doug nods, recognizing the name. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Now that we’re all acquainted,” you say, jumping in. “Shall we get started?”

“Yes, let’s.” Doug nods. “I suppose I can tell you the city council has yet to come to a decision regarding our participation. It might be best if we withdraw until after the pilot.”

His words cause your heart to sink, though you try not to show it.

“That would be a shame.” Hoseok pushes up his glasses. “We invited Mr. Jessen so that you could talk. I know you’re concerned about how temporary closures might affect small businesses. As a business owner himself, Liam might be able to better explain the benefits of our programs.”

“That’s right,” Liam says confidently. “Infinity Motors has always–”

“You’re a big business, though.” Turning away, Doug cuts Liam off. “I fail to see how your experiences are relevant to brick-and-mortar stores with seasonal customers. Just one month’s loss of income could be enough to drive them out of business.”

Liam falters, glancing at you with a panicked expression. Doug has a point though and, as you realize this, even Hoseok falls silent. Your last-ditch effort might be dead in the water.

Except.

Doug’s speech would be more convincing if he hadn’t told you his greatest fear was that clothing corporation. Painting himself as the savior of small business is laying it on a bit thick. The moment you think this, Jungkook comes to mind, and you hear your conversation play back in your mind.

Are you talking about blackmail?

No. I’m talking about explaining their options.

Teeth gritted, you have a momentary debate before deciding to hell with it. Smoothing your expression, you lean back in your seat.

“Doug,” you respond, folding your hands together. “Let’s all be honest, okay? You’re having second thoughts about participating in Clean Ocean’s program because of threats from a certain clothing company – right?”

Doug is silent long enough to confirm your suspicions.

You nod, as though in agreement. “I suppose I can’t fault you for that. You’re only looking out for your town and that company is a major employer.”

“That’s… true,” he says slowly.

Brow furrowed, Doug continues to look at you skeptically. Clearly, he doesn’t trust you and for good reason. Hoseok gives you a similar look and silently, you will him to hold on.

“Ultimately, Clean Ocean can find another town to pilot with.” You shrug. “Hell, we already have two other cities lined up. There’s unfortunately no shortage of polluted cities. The main reason we thought of you was because of said clothing company.”

Although Doug remains silent, he appears to be listening.

Reaching out, you take another sip of your water. “I know it can be hard to divorce the short-term from long-term. Right now, this company is threatening to leave. In the long term though, your tourist numbers continue to dwindle. Those businesses you claim to care about won’t have sustainable profits to live off much longer. I can only imagine what they’ll think once they hear their city council passed on a coastal renovation project.”

Hearing this, Doug’s eyes widen.

“Is… that a threat?” he says, stunned.

“Of course not,” you say, keeping your expression neutral. “Merely an observation.”

“So, what then,” Doug blusters. “You’ll go over my head? Leak the news that we turned you down to the press?”

Hoseok makes a tsk-ing noise in the back of his throat.

“A news leak. No, no – nothing like that.” Doug’s momentary look of relief disappears when Hoseok continues, “It would be understandable though, if a lower-level employee accidentally published a release with our Head of Communications out of office. The one which lists Marine Cove as a program participant.”

Olya nods. “Terrible, but understandable. How can employees learn without making mistakes? Of course, it’d be embarrassing if Marine Cove needed to correct our materials. Explain how they turned down our offer.”

Looking slightly green, Doug glances between you. “The council won’t like this,” he warns.

He seems queasy enough for you to take pity. You know first-hand how companies like your parents’ operate. Setting down the water, you lean in.

“I meant what I said,” you tell him. “We can find another city to work with. The only reason I’m pressing is because I believe Marine Cove would benefit from this program. If you decide it’s not worth it – fine. All I’m doing is saying you have options if the council refuses to act in your town’s best interest.”

Something akin to hope rekindles in Doug’s gaze.

Relief seeps through you. That was a gamble, but you couldn’t help but notice Doug’s declinations always involve the city council. It sucks to be the messenger, especially when it’s for a cause you don’t believe in. Hopefully, your information helps Doug to push back.

Sensing you’ve outworn your welcome, you push back your chair.

“It might be worth asking,” you continue, “why the possibility of the public knowing the truth is so alarming to the council.”

Doug remains quiet, only looking up when Olya slides an envelope towards him.

“An invitation,” she says, standing as well. “For a pre-launch event this Friday. The launch party is next Saturday, but we’re holding a smaller gathering for investors and participants only. We hope to see you there.”

“Thank you,” Doug says, staring dazedly at the card.

Casting him a sympathetic look, Olya grabs her purse and turns away. Hoseok and Liam start to leave, the latter pausing at the top of the stairwell.

“Y/N, are you coming?” Liam asks.

You nod, although Doug still hasn’t moved. “In a minute,” you say, waving him onward. “You go ahead, and I’ll meet you downstairs.”

Liam departs.

You wait until his footsteps fade, wondering if he were someone else, would you have asked them to stay. As soon as you think this, you shake your head. There’s no point wondering what-ifs when you have a job to do.

“I’m not trying to be an asshole,” you say.

Doug gives a low laugh. “No?” he asks, looking up. “A happy coincidence, then.”

You ignore this. It’s nothing you haven’t heard before; all women in business have heard worse, especially when they need to be firm against men.

“I really do believe it’s for the best,” you continue. “I think you do, as well – despite what you said.”

Doug pauses, then stands and looks out at the ocean. “I know,” he says, shoulders drooping. “That’s what makes this so damned hard.”

Noticing he holds the Clean Ocean invitation, you decide to press on.

“The pre-launch party is more than just a gesture,” you offer. “Clean Ocean has a lot of investors. Infinity Motors is just one of them. If that clothing company does decide to leave…”

You trail off, allowing him to fill in the blanks. A moment passes, then Doug turns his head.

“Who knows?” you say as you move towards the staircase. “Maybe you’ll find another company to replace them.”

Doug doesn’t respond, and you emerge on the lower deck to blink in the sunlight. Hoseok and Liam stand ahead of you, quietly conversing against the railing. Olya is beside them, frantically typing something on her phone. When they hear your approach, all three of them look up.

“Hey.” Breaking away, Liam smiles. “All done?”

“Yep,” you say. “I –”

Doug appears behind you.

“Thank you all for the meeting. Mr. Jessen,” he adds, glancing at Liam. “I’ll be reaching out to you with questions about your Clean Ocean involvement.”

Liam blinks, recovering enough to nod. “I look forward to it.”

Pulling sunglasses from his pocket, Doug slips them on. “You can expect my final response on the subject by the weekend.”

Hoseok lifts a brow. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

Glancing your way, you think Doug almost smiles before striding away. You wait until he’s out of view before you release your breath. Even Hoseok sags slightly before he whirls around.

“That was not in the bullet-points,” he huffs.

“I know, I know,” you groan, slumping on the wall. “But Hobi, he completely shut us down. I had to change directions.”

“I know,” Hoseok says. “And it was a risk, but… damn, it paid off. Good job.” Smiling a little, he pulls out his phone. “I need to head to the office, but you should stick around. Celebrate. Maybe take Seokjin’s boat for a spin around the marina.”

You glare daggers at him and Hoseok smirks, knowing that’s the last thing you’d want. Liam doesn’t seem to notice, looking around in surprise.

“This is the Kim family boat?”

“No,” you correct. “Just someone he knows. And no thanks to the joyride, but I will say goodbye to Noah.”

“No need,” Hoseok says. “Olya said goodbye for all of us.”

Olya nods. “Yeah, he mentioned something about preparing lunch. Hoseok,” she says, turning around. “Can I get a ride to the office? This Friday caterer is giving my assistant the runaround. Don’t worry,” she adds, spotting you. “I’ve got it covered.”

“Yeah, sure,” Hoseok says, fishing for his keys.

Liam glances between you. “Will you be heading into the office as well, Y/N?”

“Oh.” You pause. “I – well, I was planning to.”

“Oh.” His face falls a little. “Right. I was kind of hoping we could grab lunch.”

Guilt flashes through you at his expression. You have a ton of work at the office, but it would be nice to get some fresh air – on land, of course. And you did say you’d give Liam a chance. That means going on things like day dates.

“Okay, sure,” you allow, glancing at Hoseok. “Can you move all my afternoon meetings?”

“Sure, yeah. I’ll text Jason to call you back tomorrow.”

Again, you smack Hoseok, prompting laughter from Olya. “Anyways,” you say loudly, turning to Liam. “Yes, I’m free for lunch.”

“Great.” He smiles. “I’m parked around the corner.”

Nodding, you retrace your steps to exit the gangway. As soon as you’re on solid ground, you exhale in relief. You have gotten better at being on the water. When you were young, your parents could barely bribe you to step foot on a boat. Now, you barely notice – apart from entering, exiting and the actual sailing.

Heading up the hill, you find Liam’s car parked beyond a meter. Hoseok and Olya keep going, waving and leaving the two of you alone.

“So,” you say, squinting at the sun. “Did you have a lunch place in mind?”

“I actually do,” Liam says. “There’s this sushi place I’ve been meaning to try that’s near here. Are you good with that?”

“Sure,” you agree. “Sushi is my favorite.”

“Perfect.” His grin widens. “This way, then.”

Opening the passenger door, Liam waits for you to settle. Once you’re both seated, you’re suddenly aware of how small the space is. Liam is tall – very tall, his head nearly brushing the moonroof above. His cologne fills the car, a rich scent you think Jason used to wear in high school.

“I do have a favor to ask,” says Liam, returning you to the present.

“Oh?” you ask as you buckle your seatbelt. “What’s that?”

When Liam extends his hand, you balk and wonder if he wants you to take it. He opens his palm to reveal an AUX cord.

“Will you DJ?” Liam laughs. “I have shit music taste, according to all my friends.”

A relieved smile breaks over your face.

“Of course,” you say, reaching for the cord. “But I’ve got to say, this is risky. I could have even worse taste than you do. My entire Spotify could be that one song from the Baha Men.”

“Can you move it like this?”

“I can,” you confirm, pressing play. “I can also shake it like that.”

Liam snorts, placing the car into drive. “I’ll take my chances.”

Selecting your LONG DRIVES NEAR THE BEACH playlist, you press play and the opening notes of a pop song fill the car. Liam’s windows are rolled partway down, the sounds of city and surf mixing with the singer’s voice.

The sushi place isn’t far, and you only make it two songs before you arrive. City parking elongates your trip another five, circling the block several times before finding a spot. By the time you reach the restaurant, it’s prime lunch hour.

Despite this, you’re led to a table with a view of the ocean. Taking a seat, you stretch your legs and glance around the place. The restaurant is mostly empty, which is odd – although you suppose it is a weekday. There are office buildings in this area though, usually with hungry lunch patrons.

Taking the seat across the table, Liam stretches his legs to grimace at the fit. You can’t help but laugh as you pick up the menu.

“We could’ve sat at the counter,” you tease him. “Give you more room.”

“No, no,” Liam sighs. “I’ve been this tall since high school. By now, I should be used to it.”

“Since high school – damn.”

“I was much smaller back then, though. Like a stretched-out string bean. I didn’t put on all these muscles until college.”

You peek at him over your menu and his lips twitch, amused.

“Are you looking?” Liam asks without glancing up. “Did it work?”

“It did,” you confirm with a laugh.

Despite the awkwardness on the boat, you’re beginning to enjoy yourself. Talking to Liam is easy, and if you don’t feel the kind of stomach-churning passion you feel in the presence of Jungkook, that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

If this were a few months ago, you would’ve been satisfied. Liam’s presence is far better than Eric Main or any of your other dates. And if that were your only comparison, the thought would end there.

He isn’t though, and each time you look at him, you think about Jungkook. Your first date, the last time you spoke, and everything in between. Jungkook making ramen, meeting Dante, and conversing with Jimin. You hear him teasing, supporting and know that no matter how good Liam makes you feel, it’s not the same.

On Saturday, you thought that was what you wanted but now, you’re starting to doubt.

“What can I get you?”

The approach of your waiter drags you from unpleasant thoughts. Forcing a smile, you put down the menu.

“A bento box,” you say, picking the first thing you see. “Chef’s special.”

Nodding, the waiter turns to Liam.

“Make that two. And a glass of Chardonnay. Y/N?”

“Water for me,” you say, handing over your menu. “Thanks.”

Once the waiter disappears, Liam leans in. “I’m sorry I wasn’t able to help more with Doug,” he says, lips twisting. “If he does reach out, I promise to sing your praises.”

“Don’t worry about it,” you say. “It’s not your job to get people to join our programs – it’s ours.”

Liam nods as his white wine is set before him. Picking this up, he takes a deep sniff, tips the glass forward to check for sediment and finally, drinks. Nodding acceptance, Liam dismisses the waiter and sits back in his seat.

Dimly, you feel a shred of annoyance. Jungkook is an actual sommelier and you never once saw him do that.

“You were great though,” says Liam, continuing where you left off. “It was a good idea to leak their withdrawal to the press. Did you come up with the idea with Hoseok?”

His words make you pause, confused. Clearly, Liam wasn’t listening when Hoseok voiced his surprise. Neither did he read the briefing materials – if he had, Liam would’ve known a press leak wasn’t the plan.

“Well – no,” you say, and then stop.

You were about to credit the idea to Jungkook, but Liam doesn’t know how close you were.

Not that it should matter but still, you hesitate. Liam mentioned knowing Jungkook, and not in a good way. Jungkook hinted at similar bad blood between them. It doesn’t seem like a good idea to bring either up to the other.

“It just… came to me,” you say, forcing a smile. Quickly changing the subject, you glance around. “Guess the lunch crowd is a little slow today.”

Frowning your gaze, Liam follows. “Yeah, seems so.”

He doesn’t seem put off, unlike you. Maybe it’s your Type A personality; you hate wasting your time at subpar restaurants. Not that you vet every place before eating, but if you walk into a restaurant and it’s empty at peak hours, that’s typically not a good sign.

“Where did you hear about this place?” you press.

Liam takes another sip of his wine. “A guy from work. He took a distributor to lunch here and raved.” Brow furrowed, he adds, “If he turns out to be wrong, John is officially moved to the last seat at the conference table.”

You laugh, though the sound dies quickly when Liam doesn’t join. Apparently, that was a serious remark.

“Right,” you say. “Uh. You went to the same university as Jason, right?” you add, reaching for a new topic. “How did you like it?”

Liam’s expression relaxes. “Honestly, university was kind of a mixed experience for me. Most of my class grew up together, and I was always the outsider.”

Sympathetic, you nod. The fact that Jungkook, Jason and Liam all attended the same university speaks volumes for the type of institution it is.

“The way Jason tells it though, sounds like you were something of a legend,” you tease, hoping to coax a smile.

On cue, his cheek dimples appear. “I don’t know about that,” Liam laughs. “But I did graduate at the top of my class. Even went back for my MBA.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” His teeth flash. “That’s where I met Jungkook, actually. You remember him, right? From your fundraiser? I’m a few years older than he is, but we attended at the same time.”

Although you nod, you shift uncomfortably. Yes, you remember Jungkook. If memory serves, you went home that night and promptly fell asleep after receiving a mind-blowing virtual orgasm from Jungkook.

Feeling your neck start to heat, you look away.

“Yes,” you manage to say. “I remember him.”

“We were close at university, but after the whole thing at his father’s company” – Liam waves a hand – “we lost touch. I haven’t been back to my university since.”

At this, your eyes narrow.

Call it a sixth sense, but you’ve always had a good instinct for what’s important. If Seokjin knows when you’re lying, you’re able to sift through his nonsense to discover what he really means. Something about Liam’s story isn’t adding up.

Tilting your head, you say, “You… haven’t been back to your university because of the Jeon family?”

Liam pauses, as though realizing he’s said something he shouldn’t. This, of course, only further stokes your interest.

“I – well, partly,” he says. “I know his family are donors, which means they’re close to the professors. After the internship, I wasn’t sure what they’d heard about me.”

“What happened at the internship?”

Again, Liam hesitates, and you lean forward despite yourself. Jungkook said Liam wasn’t a good guy but refused to say why. You’re tired of all the half-truths and lies – if Liam has something to say about Jungkook, you want to know.

“Liam,” you say, your patience slipping a little. “What happened with you and Jungkook?”

“I… don’t know what you mean.”

“I’m not blind. Something clearly happened between you. What was it?”

Liam exhales, then uncrosses his legs. “I just… don’t want to change your perception of him,” he admits, voice dropping. “You seemed friendly at the fundraiser, and I know your parents run in the same circle.”

“Well, we’re clearly not friendly enough for me to know what happened.”

This seems to land, since Liam finally nods.

“It’s stupid,” he admits. “Honestly, I feel embarrassed just telling you. But… like I said, Jungkook and I went to the same university. I was getting my MBA, but we both were part of the business club. It was through him I got my internship with Jeon Energy.”

“Right,” you respond. “I remember you saying it didn’t work out.”

Grimacing, Liam finishes his glass of wine. “Yeah, well… that’s not quite true. I liked Jeon Energy. Jungkook’s dad was a good boss – hands-on, super helpful and he seemed to like my work. I was going to accept their offer at the end of the summer, but …”

“But?”

“… but later, I found out Jungkook was upset by my offer. He got me the internship, but didn’t like how close I got to his dad. At the end of the summer, the company threw this giant party for the interns. I got absolutely wasted, accepting shots from all the managers. When I woke up the next morning, I had a bunch of missed calls. Apparently” – Liam’s face tightens – “my girlfriend was spotted at some club. Making out with Jungkook.”

You feel rooted to the spot. “She … he did what?”

“Hooked up with her,” Liam confirms. “Right in the middle of the dance floor. I got the message loud and clear, and declined the job offer.”

“I….” You falter, unable to think of a response. “I can’t imagine what that was like.”

Liam gives a half-shrug. “It was a long time ago. I try not to judge, because I know Jungkook doesn’t have the best relationship with his dad, but –”

“But he didn’t have to do that,” you interrupt. “There were a million ways he could’ve responded that weren’t hooking up with your girlfriend. Jungkook could've, oh, I don’t know – talked to you.”

Liam’s upper lip twitches. “Yeah, well. He was young.”

“We’re all young,” you say. “If Jungkook and his dad had issues, then that was their problem to work through. Sorry,” you add, catching Liam’s expression. “I just… don’t like cheating.”

“I get it.” He nods. “But it was so long ago, I can’t really be mad. Honestly, I should be thanking Jungkook for how things turned out.”

“Thanking him?”

Nodding, Liam reaches out and takes your hand in his. “If things hadn’t happened the way they did with Jeon Energy, I might have accepted their offer. Then I wouldn’t have joined Infinity Motors, become CEO, and I might never have met you.”

Your stomach twists, gaze dropping to where your hands lace together.

Liam keeps saying all the right things. Most women would kill for what you have; a guy grateful for his struggles because they brought him to you. The only problem is that Liam’s words bring a sense of expectation. Rather than be excited, you have the impression his feelings have strings attached. It leaves an unpleasant tint around the edge of his words.

Drawing back, Liam continues to talk but each word he says goes in one ear and out the other. No matter how hard you try and concentrate, all you can think of is Liam and Jungkook.

Jungkook helped Liam’s ex to cheat.

It’s not just the cheating. It’s the fact Jungkook did something so petty, so vindictive, it leaves your mind reeling. In fact, the story is so despicable that… you have trouble believing it.

You know – you know – you’re being naïve.

Objectively, the story sounds like something Jeon Jungkook, heir to Jeon Energy, would do. It sounds like the guy you thought Jungkook was before you knew him, the guy who exists for the tabloids and who thrives on rich people scandals. Not the Jungkook who made a special bedroom for guests and watches Ever After before bed in a desperate plea for romance.

Glancing away, you pick up your chopsticks and push Jungkook from mind. You suppose it doesn’t matter whether he did it or not. Jungkook isn’t your boyfriend – or even your friend.

Hardening yourself, you take a bite of sushi – and grimace. Across the table, Liam is doing the same. Eyes watering, he slowly sets his chopsticks down.

“I should have known,” he says. “Any sushi place recommended to me by a guy named John could never be great.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Liam gives you a look. “Is sushi really the food you want to test your theory on?”

“On second thought,” you say, dropping the fish, “do they have karaage?”

Laughing a little, Liam flags down the waiter.

The chicken is better than the sushi, so you end up mostly full as the meal draws to a close. Liam grabs the check, leaving you shaking your head as you exit the restaurant.

“Okay, next time I’m paying,” you laugh. “I know men have this terrible need to be in control, but I promise I won’t think any less of you if I pay the bill.”

Pretending to be wounded, Liam clutches his chest. “But what about my ultra-fragile ego?”

“Tough.”

He laughs, holding the door open for you to step outside – until you turn, finding Liam hovering above.

He’s closer than you thought, his breath soft on your lips and the tension between you is taut as a wire. Even if you don’t feel as strongly, Liam is still attractive, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about his mouth on yours.

“Liam…” you say.

“Yes?” he says, bending a little.

In response, you close your eyes and his lips brush against yours. Warmth courses through you as Liam releases the door, sliding an arm around your waist to pull you closer.

Shocked, your eyes open, and you’re met with the sight of the backs of his eyelids. This is all wrong, you panic.

In a moment, a flash goes off in your peripheral. Coldness spreads through your limbs, chasing away the warmth. Years of living with your parents taught you what that means.

Jerking away, Liam’s arm drops. His gaze cuts over your shoulder, landing on someone unseen in the bushes.

“We should go,” he murmurs. “Someone is watching.”

You nod, feeling slightly sick as you turn around. Another flash goes off and you wince, instinctively covering your face.

With an easy sort of laugh, Liam slips an arm around you to pull you closer. In another situation, the gesture might seem protective, but you can’t help but notice you remain exposed. If the paparazzi are still photographing – which is likely – they’ll get an excellent shot of Liam’s arm on your waist.

Twisting away, you step from his grasp and begin to walk faster.

“That’s enough,” Liam calls out, turning around. “You got your shot – go.”

Someone responds but you don’t hear them, heart pounding as you force your legs to continue. In the distance, horns honk and the breeze from the ocean stirs the hairs on your neck.

You make it nearly a block before Liam catches up.

“I’m sorry about that,” he pants. “I don’t know how they found us.”

“No?” you say, a bit sharper than intended.

You can’t help but overlay this moment with others, thick from your past. Dinners with family. When you broke up with Kameron. Launching Clean Ocean and the ensuing bad press. Camera flash after camera flash, coupled with rude headlines.

“I – no,” Liam says. There’s an earnestness to his voice you want to believe. “Really, Y/N. What are you saying?”

“I…” Slowing your steps, you look up and see his wounded expression. “Nothing,” you say at last. “I just don’t like being in the public eye, that’s all.”

Solemn, Liam nods and you look away. Slightly chagrined, you continue to walk in the direction of his car. Each step calms you enough to think.

Although you don’t know Liam that well, you also don’t know him well enough to distrust him. Even if he didn’t react how you would for the paparazzi, that’s not a bad thing. Liam didn’t grow up with all this. He doesn’t understand the terror of being chased by a strange man for unflattering photographs and an untruthful headline.

The remainder of your walk is silent, thoughts of the paparazzi clouding your mind. You’ve almost forgotten the kiss from earlier – almost, but not quite. Liam’s kiss only confirmed what you’ve been suspecting.

You don’t want this. You thought you might, but the idea of a relationship without love is as ridiculous as the idea of you dating Jungkook.

Reaching his car, Liam unlocks the doors. You buckle in as he enters, and once you’re both settled, Liam exhales.

“I feel like I messed this up,” he confesses, hands on the wheel. “I… I moved too fast with that kiss.”

Surprised, you glance sideways.

“No,” you insist. “No, that’s not it. Really.”

Liam gives you a wry smile. “Then, why haven’t we talked since the restaurant?”

“I – okay,” you say, facing forward. “Here’s the thing. I was kind of seeing someone else, and it recently ended.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.” You look down. “I just don’t think I’m ready to see someone else.”

Liam exhales. “I get it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.” Slowly, he shifts the car into drive. “I mean, I guess I should’ve known a woman as amazing as you couldn’t be single, right?”

“Right,” you respond.

Glancing away, you stifle a twinge of annoyance. You hate the narrative that only unpleasant women could be without a relationship. Not everyone desires or aspires to romance.

Liam glances at you. “Just so you know, though,” he says. “I do like you, Y/N. As more than just friends or co-workers. So, if you ever change your mind – I’m here.”

Again, you’re aware this is the type of confession which makes women swoon. Not you though, and you wonder if something inside you is broken. Maybe you only want what you can’t have.

“Thank you,” you say softly, and roll down the window.

You ride the rest of the way in silence, and Liam drops you off at your office with a promise to send over the paperwork to Hoseok. When he speeds away, you exhale and pull your phone from your pocket.

Seokjin’s name blinks across the top of your screen.

Seokjin: hey [2:14 PM]

Seokjin: I need you [2:15 PM]

Seokjin: -r help lol sorry, pressed send too soon [2:15 PM]

Seokjin: heh heh hope that didn’t get your hopes up [2:18 PM]

Rolling your eyes, you stop in the stairwell to text him back.

Y/N: Seokjin, I was the one who drove you to the ER after you took off-brand Viagra. Safe to safe any sexual spark between us is dead [2:31 PM]

Y/N: what do you want? [2:31 PM]

Seokjin’s response comes as you enter your office.

Seokjin: glad that you asked [2:35 PM]

Seokjin: I need you to come with me to dinner [2:35 PM]

Y/N: ………. what’s the catch? [2:36 PM]

Seokjin: what do you mean? Why does there have to be a catch? [2:37 PM]

Y/N: Seokjin, I’ve known you since we were in diapers. There’s always a catch [2:37 PM]

Seokjin: This time there’s not! One of our food reviewers just quit, so Conde needs me to step in to review some restaurant. It’s supposed to be good… free dinner… [2:39 PM]

Y/N: what restaurant? [2:40 PM]

Seokjin: idk, I’m supposed to get details soon. What do you say? You in? [2:41 PM]

Y/N: fine, fine, I’m in [2:41 PM]

Seokjin: you say this like free dinner at an amazing restaurant is torture. Pick you up around 7, ok? [2:43 PM]

Y/N: see you then [2:45 PM]

Exiting the thread, you take a seat at your desk and turn on your computer. While you wait for it to load, your gaze slowly drifts again to your cell phone.

An uncontrollable itch takes over and suddenly, you find yourself opening Instagram. For a few minutes, you scroll before giving in and typing the name you want.

Tapping your fingers, you wait for Jungkook’s page to load. It’s been nearly six hours since you allowed yourself to look and in that time – nothing. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you held, you glance away.

Since Saturday, Jungkook seems to have disappeared. He posted a story on Sunday (you viewed it from Hoseok’s phone), but that’s all. Just a shot of Jungkook in his apartment watching the Ted Lasso finale. He posted a quote and a boomerang of him pretend-kicking a ball. That’s it. Since then, Jungkook’s profile has remained as empty as your text thread.

Exhaling out loud, you place your phone on the desk. Jungkook’s silence shouldn’t bother you as much as it does. As you said on Saturday, you’re over him. Easier said than done though, as your lunch with Liam proved.

At least work passes quickly, ironing details of the pre-launch party for Friday. Progress for the coastal ecosystem project is also coming along. Only Marine Cove’s participation remains a question mark – given the circumstances you should count this as a win. History has taught you many things can go wrong with a program launch.

The next time you look up, you swear and realize it’s close to six. Ripping the cord from your laptop, you toss everything in your purse and dash outside. Hoseok and Olya have already left, vanished an hour ago to check on Friday’s venue. Obviously, you’ve noticed their increased time spent together, but out of respect for Olya, have chosen to stay quiet.

For now.

At home, you take Dante on a walk and feed him his dinner. Standing in front of your closet, you frown. Seokjin not telling you the name of the restaurant means you’re flying blind. He doesn’t answer when you call him, forcing you to pick a dress which could double as casual with a sweater.

Slipping into heels as the clock strikes seven, you kiss Dante goodbye and drop him off at Jimin’s. Hurrying outside, you find Seokjin idling at the curb.

His car is something shiny and Italian with leather interiors, likely a lease from his corporate account. Opening the passenger side, you sit and quickly shut the door.

Lowering his expensive shades, Seokjin stares at your outfit. “A sweater?” he says, voice full of derision. “Honestly, Y/N, we’re not going to a drive-thru.”

Removing the sweater and tossing this in the backseat, you give Seokjin your best withering glance.

“How was I supposed to know the dress code?” you complain as he pulls away. “All you told me was ‘restaurant.’ That could mean Michelin star, or it could mean a dive. I had to dress for both occasions!”

“Michelin,” says Seokjin, putting on his blinker. “They just earned their first star. Some new chef who changed their entire menu.”

“Mm,” you say, rolling down the window. “What restaurant?”

“Chez Moi, Chez Toi.”

Your fingers freeze as slowly, you turn your head. Oblivious to your predicament, Seokjin hums beneath his breath to a song on the stereo. He makes it several obnoxious bars before noticing your stare.

“What?” He turns down the music. “What’s wrong?”

“Chez Moi, Chez Toi,” you say through gritted teeth. “Does their chef happen to be Min Yoongi?”

“Yeah.” Seokjin blinks. “I think so. Why?”

“You mean, Jeon Jungkook’s close friend, Min Yoongi?”

Now, Seokjin is the one staring at you in horror.

“… shit.”

“Ugh,” you groan, sinking further in your seat. “Okay, well, that’s it. Turn back around and drive me home. I’ll stay in.”

“No can do,” Seokjin says. “If I turn around now, I’ll miss my reservation. I need to get a review to my editor tonight.”

“Well, then drop me off at the restaurant next door. I’ll hang out there and meet you after.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Don’t be dramatic, Y/N. I doubt we’ll even see Yoongi – and what does it matter if we do?”

“I– it matters,” you say, jaw snapping shut.

Seokjin gives you a look. “Come on,” he groans. “Don’t make me eat alone. How sad and pathetic would that be?”

“I eat alone all the time, Seokjin.”

He raises a brow.

A small laugh escapes you, unwilling. “Okay, fine – point taken. I’ll go. But we’re eating really fast – in and out. No appetizers.”

“No appetizers?”

“Okay, one appetizer,” you amend, remembering the buffalo chicken spring rolls Yoongi made for your fundraiser. “But just one cocktail!”

“Deal.” Seokjin turns on his blinker. “I’m driving, anyway.”

Grumbling lowly, you turn up the stereo. It’s a short drive downtown but Seokjin is right – city traffic means you arrive with only five minutes to spare. Parking as fast as he can, Seokjin exits the car and gallantly offers an arm to help you in heels.

The host must think you’re on a date since she brings you to a romantic table near the window. You keep your gaze steady on her back, refusing to look around the restaurant. Panic suddenly flares as you sit, and you chance a quick glance around to ensure Jungkook isn’t here.

He’s not and, exhaling deeply, you face forward. Seokjin watches you with an expression that says he sees far too much.

Ignoring this, you pick up the menu. “So,” you say loudly. “What are you thinking?”

“For food?”

“And for drinks.”

You clutch the menu, certain Seokjin is going to pry but for once, he chooses to let it go.

“Hm.” He scans the pages. “Conde Nast sent me a bunch of dishes to try, so why don’t we start there?”

You nod, about to respond when your waiter arrives.

Not the same one as your date, prompting further relief. In the corner of your eye, you can see the table you sat at with Jungkook. For a moment, your past self seems to overlap with the present, prompting an unbidden memory. You remember someone photographing you that night as well, but Jungkook sprang into action and led you out the back way. Unlike Liam.

Unease prickles your neck, and you wonder if photos from the paparazzi have leaked by now.

“Hello!” says the waiter brightly. “Welcome to Chez Moi, Chez Toi. Is tonight your first time dining with us?”

“Yes.” Seokjin lays down his menu. “But I’ve heard good things.”

“Well, I certainly hope we live up to them.” He smiles. “There are a lot of great options on the menu. I’m more than happy to point you towards some of my favorites.”

Seokjin shakes his head. “That won’t be necessary. Y/N,” he says, glancing your way. “Have a drink in mind?”

“Before you do that,” says the waiter.

Both you and Seokjin look at him, brows raised.

“Apologies,” he says, cheeks slightly flushed, “but I do want to point out the wine pairings noted next to each dish. Chef Min recommends ordering smaller portions of each drink to pair with the dishes you try.”

“Interesting,” Seokjin says. “Why don’t you give us a minute to decide on our food, then?”

“Of course. I’ll be back in five.”

With a nod, the waiter disappears, leaving you alone.

“Why did you send him away?” you ask. “You already know what dishes we want.”

“Right, but he can’t know that.” Seokjin opens the menu with a snap. “I’m supposed to seem like any other unbiased customer.”

“Yeah, sure. An unbiased customer with an Hermes belt.”

“Par for the course here.”

Seokjin’s not wrong, you think as you scan the restaurant. Honestly, you’re surprised to see so many faces from your parents’ circle. You were too distracted that first night to appreciate the food, but from what you remember, it was delicious and although Yoongi has a Michelin star, he’s been very vocal about striving to make his menu accessible.

This was explained by Olya before your last fundraiser – although at the time, it was in one ear and out the other. Her taste has always been impeccable, so you rarely feel the need to weigh in.

Exactly five minutes pass by, and your waiter appears to take your order. Once he retreats again, you sink in your seat and take a sip of water.

Seokjin clears his throat. “So.”

You frown. “So?”

His brows lift. “Are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?”

Seokjin sighs. “You’re going to make me say it. She’s going to make me say it,” he mutters to no one.

You glance around the restaurant. “Who are you talking to?”

“What happened with you and Jungkook?”

Startled, you blink, unaware you had been so obvious. Then again – you suppose you did ask Seokjin to drop you off rather than eat at a place where Jungkook’s friend works. Exhaling softly, you sink back in your seat.

“It didn’t work out,” you say quietly. “I tried to tell Jungkook how I felt, and he said he has feelings for someone else.”

Whatever he thought you were about to say, it wasn’t that.

“He – seriously?” Seokjin gapes.

“There’s no need to look so surprised,” you huff. “I’ve been wrong before. I mean – not often, I guess, but it happens.” When Seokjin’s brows furrow further, you exhale. “It’s for the best. Better than finding out his feelings later.”

“I… guess.” Seokjin considers. “And Jungkook didn’t say who he has feelings for?”

“No,” you mutter. “And I don’t want to know. It’s better this way.”

“… is it?”

“It is,” you say, adding steel to your voice. “How would knowing that make me feel better?”

“I don’t know. Closure?”

A puff of air escapes. “Overrated. All I need to know is Jungkook doesn’t want to hook up anymore. Case closed.”

Again, Seokjin scans you with his truth-seeking gaze. After a moment, he reluctantly nods. “I guess you’re right. To be honest, the whole thing seemed unlike you from the start.”

“How so?” you ask, stifling a prickle of defensiveness.

Seokjin is saved from an answer by your waiter’s return, bringing with him an appetizer and the first round of drinks. You sample the dish, nearly swooning at the taste. Equally impressed, Seokjin jots down notes in his phone.

When he’s done, he looks up.

“I mean – fuck buddies?” Reaching out, Seokjin takes a sip of his wine. “No offense, Y/N, but casual is hardly the word I’d use to describe you. Militant, sure. Passionate, yes. Good odds of winning on a survival TV show, absolutely. But casual?” He snorts. “No.”

“First off,” you say. “I would never go on a reality show. Second – militant, Seokjin? Really?”

“All I’m saying is the words, ‘casual relationship,’ wouldn’t be on my Y/N BINGO card. Especially not with someone like Jungkook.”

“He’s not a bad guy,” you respond, automatic.

Seokjin’s brows lift.

Stifling an eye roll, you smooth down your napkin. Truthfully, you don’t know why you’re arguing with Seokjin. Jungkook ended things after fucking you in a closet, not to mention the story you heard from Liam. Neither paint Jungkook in a shining light and yet, you can’t help but rebel against what Seokjin is saying.

Maybe Jungkook isn’t wholly good, but he’s not bad, either. A bad person wouldn’t send their date home to take care of their drunk friend. They wouldn’t automatically be loved by your picky dog. They wouldn’t offer you rides, walk you to your door or offer you pleasure on whatever terms you want it.

“I mean…” A heaviness settles deep in your chest. “In some ways, you’re right. From the outside, the situation doesn’t look good.”

“And yet…”

Although Seokjin is prompting, there’s no judgment to his gaze. Possibly this is what makes you continue.

“I don’t know,” you admit. “I mean – I know what some people say about Jungkook and sometimes he’s like that. Yeah, he sleeps around. Yeah, he works for the anti-Christ and sure, he can be arrogant but… he’s other things, too.”

Looking down, you fiddle with the edge of your napkin.

Seokjin can always tell what you’re thinking and right now, you’re sure your emotions are written all over your face. You like Jungkook. You like him, and it hurts more than you admit that he let you go.

Maybe if you had been honest earlier, Jungkook wouldn’t have fallen for someone else. Maybe if you’d mustered the courage to tell him – but no. It’s pointless to wonder what-if. The only situation you have is the one before you.

Rather than chide you for your naiveté, Seokjin just nods and sips his wine. Curious, you watch him drink; you’re well-aware Seokjin is rarely quiet without reason.

“You know…” He lowers his glass. “You’re not the first person I’ve heard say that about Jeon.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well.” Seokjin frowns. “I’ve heard other people say that he’s different in person. That his whole reputation is a front. Kind of.” He pauses. “People say Jungkook used to be like that, but not anymore.”

“Why? What do you think changed?”

“I don’t know. You... know what happened to his mom, right?”

Your expression tightens. “Yeah.”

“Rough, to lose a parent so young.” Seokjin pauses, then shakes his head. “From what I hear though, things started changing long before that – if they did, that is.”

“What do you mean?” you ask, curious. “What do people say?”

Leaning forward, Seokjin drops his voice. “You know my cousin who works in PR?” When you nod, he continues, “Her company supports a ton of high-profile clients – including the Jeons. Apparently, one of her co-workers is convinced they have this conspiracy. Each time Jeon Energy does something bad, Jungkook has a scandal. The public’s attention goes to him, and not to the gallons of oil Jeon Energy dumped in the Pacific.”

Your jaw sags a little. “That’s… horrible.”

“I know,” Seokjin says. “It’s only a theory, but it does make you wonder.”

Shaking your head, you reach for your wine. Mind racing, you find yourself unsure what to think. It’s a lot of information to take in – and again, it’s only a rumor.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Seokjin wipes his mouth on a napkin. “I never really believed her, but then you said you liked him, so… I don’t know.”

“What does my liking him have to do with anything?”

“Y/N.” Seokjin stares. “I can name like, six people you like and two of them are Dante.”

“Well, sure. He has many personalities.”

“You get my point, though.”

“Yeah, I do.” Slowly, you exhale. “It doesn’t matter though, because Jungkook and I aren’t–”

“Are you enjoying your meal?”

Startled, you turn and find Min Yoongi beside you. Sitting up a bit straighter, Seokjin drops his napkin into his lap.

“It’s good,” Seokjin says, quickly composing himself. “Are you our replacement waiter? Did we scare off the other one? I should apologize for my friend here, if so. She can be somewhat off-putting.”

This last part is said in a whisper, causing Yoongi’s eyebrows to raise. He spares you barely a glance, making your cheeks heat and you wonder what he overhead.

“Nothing like that,” Yoongi says drily. “I’m Min Yoongi, the head chef.”

Furtive, Seokjin glances around. “And are you greeting each table individually, head chef?”

“If I say yes, will you speak highly of me in your review?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen, and you relish the flabbergasted look on his face. It’s a rare person who can fluster him and when it does happen, it’s a remarkable sight. Flashing Seokjin a smile, Yoongi turns to face you.

His expression tightens. “I know you,” Yoongi says.

“I – yes.” You hasten to reply. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. I run the Clean Ocean organization. You catered for my fundraiser a while back?”

“Ah, yes. That must be it.”

Something in his face warns you this isn’t all, but before you can respond, Yoongi turns again.

Seokjin sits back. “How did you know I’m reviewing your restaurant? Do I have the aura of someone with a refined palate?”

“No.” Yoongi’s lips twitch. “Actually, your assistant made your reservation from their work email.”

Not to be deterred, Seokjin drops a wink. “And what about now that you’ve seen me in person? Refined palate aura?”

To your surprise, Yoongi laughs.

You nearly give yourself whiplash, glancing between them. It’s equally rare for someone to keep up with Seokjin and when this happens, it spells love or disaster. Based on Seokjin’s grin, you’d guess the former.

“And what would a refined palate aura look like?”

Seokjin’s voice deepens. “You know when you look at someone and think, ‘I bet they eat well.’”

Yoongi’s expression slackens, a gleam of interest entering his gaze.

“O-kay,” you cut in before they can go any further. “I think what Seokjin is trying to say is the food is incredible. As are the wine pairings,” you add. “Our waiter mentioned you have an in-house sommelier?”

��Close.”

“I – sorry?” you say, taken aback.

“I said, close.” Yoongi turns. “A sommelier made the pairings for us, but they aren’t in-house. It was a friend of mine, actually.”

Your fingers freeze as you gain a sinking suspicion of who this friend is.

Entirely oblivious, Seokjin continues. “Oh, really?” he asks. “What’s their name? I’ll be sure to mention them in my review. Since the cat’s already out of the bag,” he adds, grumbling a little as he opens his notes.

“Sure. The name’s Jeon Jungkook.”

Seokjin’s fingers still on his keys. “Ah.” He pauses, then swallows. “Okay, right. Jeon Jungkook. Thank you, Chef Min.”

Glancing your way, Seokjin has a guilty expression you choose to ignore. Smoothing your napkin, you focus instead on your water.

“Call me Yoongi.” Yoongi nods. “Enjoy your food.”

With that, he turns and strides across the restaurant. Seokjin watches him leave, waiting until he’s out of earshot before giving a whistle.

“Damn,” Seokjin says, his gaze dropping. “That tiny man has an ass.”

“Seokjin! That is not what’s important right now.”

“To you.” When your glare only increases, Seokjin snorts. “Okay, fine,” he says. “What’s important?”

Glancing around, you lean forward. “Did he seem weird just now?”

“Who? Yoongi?”

You nod.

“I don’t know.” Seokjin shrugs. “I just met him.”

“He seemed weird,” you insist, your voice dropping. “I met him at my fundraiser, and he was much nicer. Quiet, but nice. That was…”

“Expected?” Seokjin supplies. He shrugs at your look. “I mean, come on, Y/N. He’s Jungkook’s friend.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I – oh my god,” Seokjin moans, placing the steak in his mouth. “This filet is amazing, Y/N. Have you tried it?”

“Seokjin.”

“Right, sorry.” He swallows. “What was I saying?”

“Jungkook.”

“Oh, yeah. Jungkook. I’m just saying, who knows what he’s told his friends? Yoongi was probably giving you side-eye because he knows what happened between you.”

“But that’s just it!” you protest. “What could he know that would prompt that kind of response? Jungkook was the one who ended things, not me.”

“I don’t know.” Seokjin shrugs, unconcerned. “It’s only a theory. But if you’re out here shit-talking Jungkook, he’s probably shit-talking about you to Yoongi. It’s the circle of life, or whatever.”

“I am not shit-talking Jungkook to you.”

Seokjin gives you a look which makes you wither a little. “Alright, fine,” you say. “Maybe I’ve shit-talked him a little. But I was the dumpee.”

“And I thought you two weren’t dating.”

“I – you – well, you know what I mean,” you sputter.

Smiling triumphantly, Seokjin moves on to the tuna tartar.

Slightly subdued, you’re forced to admit Seokjin has a point. It shouldn’t bother you what Jungkook tells his friends because you two weren’t together. It doesn’t make sense that you’re here, talking about Jungkook to Seokjin. If anything, you should be asking his advice about Liam.

And yet, you haven’t, and Seokjin hasn’t offered. Likely because he knows Liam means nothing to you in the long run. You also should have mentioned Liam’s story when talking about Jungkook’s past. Seokjin possibly could have shed light on it.

Maybe you didn’t tell him purpose, says a voice in your head. Because if the Liam story is true and Jungkook’s heartbreaker façade is who he really is, then the man you have feelings for doesn’t exist.

Catching the slip of present tense, you close your eyes. Even your subconscious betrays you, reaching for a man who might not be real. Apparently, your feelings aren’t something sheer force of will can dissolve.

Neither can it lessen the hollowness in your chest.

For the rest of your meal, you don’t turn your head and by the time it’s over, you’re more confused than before. Your phone burns in your pocket the entire drive home.

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ravenrune · 1 year

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Quick and simple Carlos x reader fic. No warnings. Domestic fluff. 739 words.

Enjoy?

Sorry, no title. I couldn't think of one.

Carlos was sitting at the table, staring outside. He was bored beyond belief, and you wouldn’t be home for another half hour. He had the day off, but everyone he could’ve been hanging out with was at work, so he just spent the entire day alone.

He’d already cooked and cleaned the kitchen, and now he didn’t know what to do.

Feeling a bit restless, he got up and walked upstairs. Maybe there were some chores left unfinished, and he thought it would be nice to have them done before you’d get home. At least then, you two would get to spend the evening together without having to worry about boring housework that had been left unfinished.

After he had made his way into the bathroom, an idea popped up in his head. Carlos knew you’d be tired when you got home. He knew your feet would be hurting because you’d be walking a lot at work today.

So, what could be better than taking a nice, hot bath after such a long day at work?

He wouldn’t mind taking a bath himself, either. He hadn’t been too busy, but the mission he’d been sent on about a week ago still had his muscles aching on random occasions.

Pleased with himself, he turned on the hot water and allowed it to slowly fill the tub. Considering the size of the tub, Carlos figured it should be done and sufficiently warm by the time you’d get home. After pouring in a little bit of lavender-scented bath oil, he went back downstairs and headed into the kitchen. Dinner could probably wait for an hour or two, but he did want you to have something to drink and snack on in the tub because you’d probably be ravenous.

You returned home while Carlos was upstairs, still setting things up.

“Carlos?” You yelled. “You home?”

“Right here, babe,” his voice came from upstairs. “You had a good day?”

You took off your jacket and dropped it on the couch. You’d put it away later. “Kinda?” You replied as you watched your man come downstairs. “It was rough, though. Way too much walking for a job like that.”

“I thought so,” Carlos said, walking up to you and pulling you into a warm embrace. “It’s nice to have you here again. I was getting so bored.”

“Hey, I just got back, I probably smell bad!” You protested, trying to step away from him.

Carlos laughed and didn’t let go. “Don’t care,” he muttered, burying his face in your hair. “Buuut if that bothers you, I got just the thing to make you a little less stinky!”

You frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Well,” Carlos stepped away and smirked. “I bought a pressure washer, so I guess I can try it out on you.”

“What? Do you know how cold that water is and how powerful those things are? We’re not doing that! I need my skin, you know?”

He laughed again. He loved teasing you; it amused him to see your reactions to the nonsense he’d sometimes come up with. “Nah, just kidding. I prepared you — I mean us — a bath.” He grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards the stairs. “Let’s go. It should be done by now.”

Glorious; after such a long day at work, that’s how it felt to get into the hot water. The warm water made you feel a bit sleepy, and you leaned your head against Carlos’ chest. “This is great,” you sighed. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Carlos smiled and placed his hands around your waist. “I figured you’d need it.”

“I guess I did.”

“Do you want a snack? Figured you’d be hungry, too.”

You laughed, looking at the snacks on the little side table next to the tub. “In a minute, I want to snuggle a bit first.” You hesitated for a second. It always felt a bit uncomfortable to bare your feelings to him, even though you knew he loved it whenever you did so. You always seem to know exactly what I need for some reason… I don’t really know what I’d do without you anymore.”

Carlos smiled as his heart filled with an overwhelming sense of joy. “Good thing you’ll never have to do without me then, huh?”

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jordanstrophe · 9 months

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Behave, 13: The Lab

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CW: Whumper hospital, medical whump, collapse/comfort, extremally protective/possessive whumper turned caretaker, rescued whumpee

Whumpee could hear alarms screaming behind them; flashes of red reflected off the back of whumper’s jacket. They had an iron grip around their wrist pulling them deeper into the woods. Whumpee heard shouting and tried to look back at the hospital.

“Don’t look back, keep moving.” Whumper tugged them forwards.

Whumpee had already run out of energy, whumper slowed down when they heard them wheeze every other breath. Whumpee suddenly stumbled forwards and clung to whumper’s jacket.

“Are you okay?” Whumper slowed to a stop. Whumpee tried to raise their head, the woods around them distorted and the alarms sounded further then they were. Whumper suddenly grabbed both their shoulders and pulled them closer.

“Whumpee, are you okay?” They shook them a little and that was enough to buckle their knees as whumper caught them.

“I- I can’t breathe.” Whumpee grabbed their throat. Whumper ripped their hand away from their neck before they choked themselves. “Damn it... We can’t stay here.” They glanced between whumpee and the hospital with a sigh.

“Look at me, I need you to slow your breathing and take deep breaths. Don’t stop, okay?”

Before they could respond, whumper pulled them by their arm over their shoulder and picked them off the ground. Normally, they would scream and retaliate, but anytime they moved their head felt like static.

Whumper became worried when whumpee was deathly still. They were used to kicking or crying, and it wasn’t long before they realized that they had fallen completely unconscious.

Worrying as that may be, perhaps it would make the trip a little easier.

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Whumpee jolted awake in a smudged laboratory. It was similar to where they’ve been waking up to for the past month, but... This one was much different.

They weren't restrained, for one. They were laying on a stained gurney that unstably rocked when they tried to sit up. It was dark and a single dim light kept the room luminated. They were wrapped in a blanket from the chest down and an IV pricked their arm. Someone had put a cold cloth behind their neck; it was still damp.

Whumpee groaned and clutched their head trying to remember what had happened. Was the escape even real? They tried to sit up but knocked the IV stand over as it slammed to the ground. The sound was deafening; whumpee winced and covered their ears with a whimper. Even after the noise was gone they heard echoes of it ringing in their ears.

“What happened? Are you alright?” They heard a drowning voice.

They opened their eyes to whumper crouched in front of them gently touching their forehead.

“Wh-where are we?” Whumpee tried to brush their hand off. Whumper let them and set a glass of water down.

“One of our old abandoned labs. It used to belong to my company until one of the experiments went a little-...” They paused and looked at the ransacked state of the place. “-Out of control.” They sighed. “But, it’ll work as a hideout. Plus some of the equipment is still usable. Or at least repairable.” They coughed. “How are you feeling?”

Whumpee’s eyes traced the room trying to put together exactly what happened. “I think I’m doing better... But you... Did you get us out?” They asked. Whumper nodded and adjusted the IV in whumpee’s arm and picked up the stand.

“We still have a problem.” Whumper mumbled. “The plan's still the same. You’re sick and I’m curing you.” They started rummaging through old machinery and tossing out expired medical supplies.

“Only if you tell me everything.” Whumpee spoke from behind. “Tell me everything about the sickness, why was that whole place dedicated to curing me? What would you, or anyone have to gain for that? I’m nobody...” Whumpee muttered.

“No.” Whumper turned back and reached for their cheek. “You’re not nobody, whumpee. You’re everything.” They gently laid them back against the gurney and pulled the blanket up. “And everything I’ve put you through, I guess I owe you some answers.”

“All of them.” Whumpee corrected.

“Yes, yes fine!... All of them. What do you want next, some popcorn?”

Whumpee gave them their signature sarcastic look.

“Well at least sip your water while I talk. You were dehydrated and that’s why you collapsed in the woods. Good grief, the doctor took horrible care of you...”

((Annnnd I’m going to have to cut this into a part 1/2 so to be continued, thank you all for your patience with the series. Next chapter will be out very soon!))

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bloodyknucklesforme · 4 months

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I Can't Help Myself | Carnal XIV

Simon was born with what his father called 'The Curse'. A wanton craving for taboo meat. Since meeting the similarly cursed Johnny, the two had formed a bond. They didn't just fight together, they ate together, slept together, and shared everything.

When a favor to Price reveals another cursed person, Simon worries she could destroy everything.

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CW: cannibalism, smut

This is very much a horror fic mostly based around the films Raw (2017) and Bones and All (2022), if you sit through those you should be good here. This is my first horror fic.

Chapter Title Credit: Can't Help Myself - Alexandra Savior

She took long baths, frequently. Water hot enough to burn her toes as she stepped in. Johnny had said she smelled like vanilla so soon a box filled with vanilla scent body care had arrived. Gourmand bubbles that threatened to overfill the tub.

She’d let herself slip, feet coming gliding out the one end while her head sank violently into the water. Stories about women bathing in perfume rewound in her mind.

She was afraid that Johnny would leave. He’d told her he would, that he wanted to stay. Then he and Simon would spend hours talking and she felt like a little girl spying on her father’s dinners.

Simon was something else. She wouldn’t say she was afraid of him, cautious was a safer term. Excited was another word.

He made her want more from the world. That there was something else out there. Johnny and her were content in their little world but she wanted more. She wanted to learn to hunt, to prove she could take care of herself.

Her hair was still damp when she went downstairs for breakfast. Johnny had made her tea just how she liked it. He and Simon were eating breakfast. They’d left a plate out for her. Eggs, toast and bacon. She sat between them at the table.

“How’re your arms?” Simon asked, holding out a hand to her. She pulled up her sleeve. It had mostly healed, a couple deeper gashes were still bandaged up. Simon’s hands were cold as they examined her. Johnny’s foot rubbed against hers.

Anytime Simon got too close Johnny would do something as a reminder that he was there. Not possessive, just a reminder.

She wanted a second cup of tea.

The fridge was running low. No milk, wilted green, green cheese. She hadn’t gone shopping in over a week, more occupied with Johnny’s recovery than anything domestic.

“I’ll do the shopping today,” she said, scribbling down a list. She liked going early in the mornings, avoiding most of the town's crowd.

She grabbed a couple reusable bags, her purse and a coat.

“You can’t take Johnny’s car.” Simon said.

“Wasn’t planning too.”

“You walking?”

“I have two legs.”

“I’ll drive.”

“No.”

“Not a question. Rained last night, it’s cold and foggy. I already have one body to get rid of. Don’t add to it.”

She directed him into town even if he didn’t seem to need it. His car was an old Land Rover. Older than her at least. He took good care of it. Clean, detailed, didn’t shake as it took the curves.

She kept her gaze out the window. His reflection came clear at particularly foggy stretches. He was wearing a black surgical mask and kept his hood up. He huffed when she told him to pull into Waitrose.

“What?” She frowned.

“Nothing.”

“You coming in?”

“I’m not a dog.”

He followed her around as she shopped. The few eyes in the store still lingered on them. She was the weird girl. The girl who barely left her house, the haunted house. It was a couple weeks prior she was here with Johnny and now there was this other strange man.

“Oh Nina! I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” A shopping cart, piloted by an older woman, had come out in front of hers.

“Miss. Carter.” She said curtly. She had vague memories of her and Mr. Carter attending her father’s dinners a decade and a half ago.

“How are you? You’ve gained weight!” She reached over and laid a hand on Nina’s stomach. “And who’s this?” Too many questions.

“My cousin… on my mother’s side.”

“I didn’t know your mother had siblings.” She had a hand on Nina’s arm, a thin fleshed handcuff.

“I imagine you don’t know lots of things.” Miss. Carter’s face dropped. Nina pushed her cart around her. “Excuse me.”

“Your father would never approve of how you’re acting, Nina. Having strange men in the house, your father’s house! He would -”

“He blew his brains out in our dining room in front of me. He clearly didn’t care about the house or what I did with it after. Kindly fuck off.” Nina made sure to knock Miss. Carter’s cart to the side harshly.

“Cousins?” Simon’s eyebrow raised as Nina grabbed flour and yeast off the shelf. She wanted to try baking again.

“Johnny has a type apparently.” They had matching brown eyes and if his hair was longer than a buzz it could have been a similar shade of blonde to hers. Not a mirror but a variation, something better and stronger. Looking at him like this made her stomach warm. She didn’t know in what way but she wanted him in her mouth.

He put a lot of salt into the cart. Twine too. Various spices, herbs, cooking oils. She let him add whatever he wanted.

“Sweet tooth?” He asked when she put a white frosted cake into the cart.

“I like cake.” She shrugged. He grabbed a pack of biscuits and tossed them in as well.

Cleaning chemicals and bin bags.

“Is there a drain in the stable?”

“I believe so.”

He nodded.

His grip on the cart was tight as the price on the till went up. Her father had left enough money for her that it wasn’t a questionable sum.

He pushed the cart back to the car. It had started sprinkling again and the air was colder.

They loaded everything and shut the boot. She stepped out to walk around the car when Simon’s arm looped around her waist and pulled her back. A car whipped past them down the aisle. Simon yelled out a curse.

“Sorry.” He let go of her. She could feel his arm around her, constricting muscle that lifted her up off her feet. Her body felt hot under her coat and sweater even though her face chilled with the wind.

He honked the horn and she hurried into the car.

“You walk all this way?”

“I did. Still do sometimes. When Johnny’s not around.”

“Old boyfriend wouldn’t drive you?”

“Never around much before…” She made a vague gesture to her neck with a grimace. She still thought about him on occasion and not always in a negative way. She did care about him up until the moment.

“I’ll drive you until we can clean Johnny’s car.” No discussion.

Nina and Johnny put the groceries away while Simon took the chemicals and bin bags to the stable. He said it would take a couple hours to clean up. Johnny volunteered to make dinner and then quickly asked Nina for help.

The rain continued through the afternoon. She found Johnny napping in his room. She watched from the doorway for a moment. She was trying to not think about Simon. How his arm felt, how he smelled, how his eyes felt as forceful as his hands.

“Need something, bon?” Johnny asked, not opening his eyes.

“Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Could smell ya before I heard ya.” He beckoned her over lazily. She climbed onto the bed and tucked herself into his side. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I want to fuck.” She rested her chin on his chest. He opened his eyes and smirked at her.

It was easiest if she was on top, careful of his stitches. Her skirt hiked up to her hips and her sweater bunched up above her breasts. Johnny pinched and tugged on her nipples as she stroked his cock.

“So pretty.” He smiled up at her. It was so easy with him, so nice. He looked at her like he got off on her pleasure rather than resenting it. His touch was delicate and precise. Quick circles around her clit. His finger slid between her folds, she was wet for him. “There we go, my pretty girl.”

He held her hand as she lowered herself onto his cock. Their moans harmonizing sweetly.

“Johnny Johnny Johnny.” Rosemary. He smelled like rosemary and sweat. He was holding her hand and he smelt like rosemary. He was rubbing her clit and calling her pretty. They didn’t even bother with a condom this time. She wanted him to finish inside her. She wanted to know what it felt like. She wouldn’t call it love but it was close enough. Pushing her closer to the edge. “Oh fuck. Johnny! Please Please Please!”

Cedar…She held it in her head for a brief moment and then it was gone. Johnny’s hands held firm on her hips, holding her up as she came. He thrusted upwards, groaning loudly as he came. He tucked her in against his side, fingers playing with her hair.

“You okay, Nina?”

She nodded and kissed his chest. They stayed like that till the late afternoon. Simon pushed out of her head and away from her.

She took a cold shower, alone. Her hand finding itself between her legs again, thinking of Johnny and Simon. Johnny with Simon. Simon with her. Johnny with Simon and her. She came so hard she almost fell over. She rested her forehead against the tile and let the water beat down on her back. Her mouth was dry.

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🌊 Solitude + Discover + Quiver 🌊

Promptober 2023

Demigod Universe (Andreas and Dion)

~1500 words

A prequel to The Vineyard! Here is the exact moment that Dion realizes that his mysterious ex-lover, Andreas, is more than just a pretty face 😉

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Dion hadn’t worked in nearly two weeks. His fellow artists and craftspeople were growing more concerned by the day, but he couldn’t bring himself to go to the workshop. Couldn’t bring himself to face the inevitable questions of “Where is that handsome model that was tailing after you? What was his name? Andreas?”

With how swiftly Dion was falling behind on his tasks, he was lucky that his last few commissions had paid well. Anytime he sat at his home workbench with the intent of carving an amulet stone, his fingers wouldn’t respond. His mind would drift.

How could Andreas leave so abruptly? So coldly? Why wouldn’t he share what was sending him away?

Worry crowded Dion’s mind day and night. But his fretting was beginning to morph into bitterness. Perhaps Andreas had simply grown bored of him.

He wandered daily. He was pitied at home, and he would be pitied in the workshops, so he secluded himself in the areas that he and Andreas used to escape to. Empty temples and rocky shorelines, mostly. Andreas seemed to favor the Dionysus temple near the beach at the edge of the island.

“Of course it’s my favorite,” Andreas had said. “A temple honoring your namesake? How can I resist?”

That painfully charming smile and voice haunted him like infection in an open wound. He eyed the temple glumly. Although they had never done anything illicit in the temple itself, Dion had still worried they were being disrespectful, stealing away behind it.

“The god of wine and debauchery, offended?” Andreas scoffed. “Don’t you know anything?”

The temple sat lonely this evening. Visitors left offerings during the daytime—he caught glimpses of ripe grapes and bottles of wine. Dion wondered if his namesake ever got sick of being offered the same gifts. There was no one at his side to muse the idea with. Andreas probably would have laughed at the question.

Unable to look at the pillared structure for long, Dion ambled further and made his way along the shore. The waves roared, rushing in and out with more fervor than usual. The din wouldn’t silence his wounded thoughts.

He was being foolish, and he knew it. After all, it made sense that Andreas would leave his life as abruptly as he entered it. Someone as arrogant as him probably couldn’t stand to have only one admirer. He must have seen that Dion was getting too attached.

No matter how he tried to rationalize it, Andreas’ departure stung.

The island had weathered a storm just the other night. Clouds still gathered thickly over the beach, but the worst of it seemed to have passed. Drawing a deep breath, Dion tried to take the weather as a sign: the storm was over, and it was time to move on.

And yet, he swore every time he turned around that he would find Andreas watching him.

The water lapped aggressively at his heels. Perhaps remnants of the storm were still churning the ocean further away, creating an angry high tide. Lightning flashed in the distance, red in the dying light of the day. Too distant to worry about—yet.

A sound came from behind.

A wet dragging sound.

Dion froze and peeked over his shoulder. A choked noise caught in his throat as he staggered all the way around to face the source of the sound.

He couldn’t comprehend exactly what he was seeing.

A grotesque creature was pulling itself from the waves—nearly twice his size. Its upper body was the bluish-green hue of a waterlogged man, but the bottom half seemed to shift between different forms, like it couldn’t decide whether to have the scales of a fish or sleek fur of a seal.

Finally, it consolidated its form into fully humanoid to stand on the shore.

“Gods…” Dion swore, blood draining from his face.

There were more creatures, at least half a dozen, dragging themselves up to stand and locking eyes on him. He shuffled back as they spoke to each other in a strange language he couldn’t comprehend. But as they advanced, their intention was clear: they wanted him.

Telkhines. Shapeshifting creatures from the sea. He had never heard of these creatures on his island before, and he had little clue what he had done to invoke their ire.

He turned on his heel and started running clumsily on the wet sand.

He didn’t make it far before one of the telkhines seized him. Webbed hands locked around his arms, amphibious skin slick but brutal. At once, he fell face fist in the sand. Even one of the towering creatures could overpower him, but before long, three of them were dragging him into the water.

“H-help!” His voice was raw as he coughed on sea water. He let out a guttural scream, but no one was around.

The world shook. It might have been the storm, miraculously approaching from a distance.

Water churned violently around him as the telkhines were torn away. Heaving, Dion scrambled in the rocky water. His eyes stung with salt as he struggled to make sense of the massive new addition to his surroundings.

High overhead, there was a shadow. He suddenly felt so foolish thinking the telkhines were huge. This new figure was perfectly humanoid in shape. Except it must have towered nearly as a high as the temple.

A fresh wave of fear gripped Dion. He clawed his way behind one of the rocks, gasping and coughing.

When he’d screamed for help, he certainly hadn’t expected a giant to answer the call.

It had to be a god or demigod. Perhaps he’d gotten caught in the middle of some altercation. He couldn’t imagine that the giant was intervening with the intent to save him. He peeked out in time to see a pair of monstrously tremendous hands rip apart one of the telkhines. Rather than gore, the unfortunate creature’s corpse rained down as seafoam.

The other monsters fled, diving into the water and rushing straight past Dion without taking notice of him. He ducked anyway, quivering in his hiding place. His fingers dug painfully into the rock as he fought to keep himself grounded against the vicious current.

Other than the lapping water, there was silence.

Leave, Dion willed the giant. Leave me alone.

There was no movement.

Gods and demigods had the ability to vanish into thin air, he had heard. Perhaps the giant had already left. Trembling and breathing shallowly, Dion peeked around the rock. His heart dropped when he saw the giant knelt directly on the other side, leaning closer as though to take a curious look at the cowering mortal.

The giant flinched, apparently just as startled. His eyes were a rich, maddening shade of purple. His skin was sun-bronzed and smooth. His full lips parted with a small intake of air as they regarded each other.

And Dion knew he had gone absolutely crazy, because the giant looked like Andreas.

The giant was Andreas.

For a second, they merely gaped. Then Andreas broke into a familiar, charming smile. His chuckle made Dion shrink away. The smile became tense, uncertain.

“I thought that might be you,” Andreas said, his voice achingly familiar but terrifyingly big.

Dion didn’t answer, shaking his head slowly in disbelief.

“Alright, I knew it was you,” Andreas admitted.

The water shifted. One of the monstrous hands that had ripped apart the telkhine was fast approaching, filling Dion’s vision.

With what little air he had, Dion released a choked scream and lunged backward. His footing scrambled for purchase on the sharp rocks of the sea floor. He didn’t care if the current pulled him straight into the jaws of Charybdis. He could not allow that hand to touch him.

But true to himself as ever, Andreas got what he wanted.

“Come now, you’d rather drown than see me? That’s rude of you.” Andreas pushed forward, blocking Dion’s escape and locking his fingers around his waist.

“Let go,” Dion croaked out as he was lifted from the water. He squirmed, inspiring Andreas to grip him tighter. His vision swam as his senses were overwhelmed. He fought the urge to black out—vulnerable as he was now, he couldn’t afford to be unconscious around this monster. “Let go!”

“I’d rather not,” Andreas said as he rose to his full height.

Gods, Dion was so far off the ground.

Tearing his eyes away from the deadly fall, he made the mistake of meeting Andreas’ gaze. Even when held at chest level with the giant, Dion had to crane his neck. A frown creased Andreas’ brow as he regarded him. His eyes drifted away to the distance, then lit up as if he had a brilliant idea.

“The temple,” he said in that excited way of his when his words couldn’t keep up with his thoughts. “We’ll go to the temple. It’s a much more pleasant place to talk, I can assure you.”

Dion didn’t have the energy to protest—not that he would have been listened to, anyway. He faded in and out of consciousness as he was whisked away from the beach and carried high above the scraggly field that led up to the temple.

He gave up on fighting and buried his face in his hands, severely regretting the day he had laid eyes on Andreas.

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[Seventeen]

Part two of my Ralof/Hadvar quickburn. Read part one here!

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Hadvar hated Helgen.

Not because the people were unpleasant or it was an ugly town. In fact, Helgen was nearly as picturesque as Riverwood. It sat nestled in the center of Falkreath Hold behind tall, fortified walls, close enough to the Throat of the World that Hadvar never felt too far from home, but deep enough into the massive pine forests that venturing there always felt like a journey.

No, Hadvar hated Helgen because anytime he and Ralof visited, Ralof would always abandon him for Ingrid.

It was in Hadvar’s opinion—a well-informed opinion at that, seeing as he was Ralof’s best friend and knew him better than anyone else in Skyrim—that Ingrid was a terrible match. Holding a conversation with her was like holding water in a leaky bucket. Hadvar had tried talking to her, tried to get along with her, for Ralof’s sake. But it was useless. She had about as much depth as a mud puddle. Plus, she wasn’t even a promising shield maiden. He’d always thought Ralof would find himself a woman fit to be his equal—someone courageous and true, strong in battle, with finely-honed wit and a spine of Skyforge steel. But instead he was fixated on Ingrid.

She giggled at even his worst jokes while leaning forward onto her knees, the dip of her neckline exposing the cleft of her soft, ample breasts. Hadvar would always avert his eyes. Ralof did not. Her father was the innkeeper, and she’d sneak them bottles of mead from his collection. She was good for that at least.

And thus, as with almost every trip to Helgen these days, Hadvar found himself alone, a bottle of mead as his sole companion and sorry consolation prize. Just before sunset he climbed atop one of the guard towers, finding the post empty. He trudged over to the edge and leaned against the stone wall, gazing down at the town’s inhabitants. The market stalls in front of the main keep were closing down for the evening, vendors rolling up their wares and shuttering their stands. Life continued on with or without him, and in that moment he felt profoundly unimportant.

Hadvar turned away and slid down the wall to sit on the ground, pulling the cork from the mead bottle with his teeth and spitting it out. The act made him feel like a hardened bandit. He took a long pull, grimacing at the sweet burn it produced just behind his sternum, and smacked his lips. He wondered what Ralof was up to? Probably had his hands up Ingrid’s skirt by now…

“Oi, no loitering milk-drinker!” came a gruff voice from the stairs and Hadvar jumped, eyes going wide as he jerked to look.

It was Ralof, ascending the stairs with a shit-eating grin and a bottle of mead tucked beneath his arm.

“You should have seen your face!” he laughed.

Hadvar’s heart thudded like a war drum against his ribcage and he scowled. “What are you doing up here? Where’s Ingrid?”

Ralof waved a hand, wrinkling his nose as he walked over. “Bah, her father is making her help out at the inn tonight. I think he’s onto us…”

“He didn’t catch you two—”

“Nooo. I’d be a dead man walking, are you kidding?” He let out a knowing laugh before lowering himself to sit down next to Hadvar. Their shoulders brushed as he shifted to pull the mead from beneath his arm. “What are you doing up here?”

“I was bored,” Hadvar said. He took a bitter pull from his mead. “I don’t know why you drag me to Helgen with you when you always end up running off to get your hilt polished.”

“You sound jealous,” Ralof said with a smirk. “Don’t worry, my friend. We’ll find you a nice girl. I think Ingrid’s got a friend—”

“I don’t want a nice girl,” Hadvar spat with a scowl, hunching over to rest his forearms against his knees. His ruddy brown hair curtained around his face.

Ralof paused for a moment, seeming thoughtful. He twisted the cork from his own mead bottle before taking a quick drink. “A… nice guy then?” he offered, sounding unsure.

“What!?” Hadvar sat up so fast he sloshed mead onto his pants. “No! That’s not what I meant!” He could feel heat pooling in his cheeks, his ears so hot he was sure they’d sprout flames.

Ralof raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

Hadvar let out a frustrated growl. “What I mean is… I just—” He exhaled sharply, letting his head fall back against the stone wall to look up at the sky. The sun was beginning to fade, leaving a soft cloudless gradient of pale blue and yellow. “I just miss the way things used to be, is all. There’s all this talk of—of another war and…” He groaned, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hands before taking another swig of mead.

“If there is another war, then we fight,” said Ralof.

Hadvar looked at him out of the corner of his eye, then down the neck of his mead bottle. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is simple.” Ralof shrugged and took another swig. “If the Empire wants to lick the boots of the golden elves, they’re welcome to do so. But they don’t get to drag Skyrim into their mess. And they don’t get to rip our gods from our hands.”

Hadvar continued to look into his mead bottle, rolling the neck between his palms. “...I just don’t think it’s that simple,” he said finally.

“This topic is going to ruin my buzz,” Ralof declared.

Hadvar scowled. “What do you want to talk about, then?”

“Nothing.”

So they sat in silence, each sipping their mead intermittently. Someone down on the street below let out a bellowing laugh, the large wooden gates creaked open and closed as caravans left the fort, the night time summer insects began to whirr in the treetops.

“Y’know,” Ralof said after the silence had stretched on for an appropriate amount of time. “Sven told me that he plans to start courting Camilla.” He let out a snort. “That skeever-brain with a sharp girl like her.” He nudged Hadvar’s shoulder with his own. “She’d do better with someone like you. Y’know… You and your honeyed words.”

Hadvar made a noise of disbelief. “Honeyed words?”

“Aye. You’d make a proper bard, I think.”

“That mead must be poisoned. It’s turned your brain to troll fat.”

Ralof laughed. “This is some of the best mead around. Be grateful.” He reached over to clink the neck of his bottle against Hadvar’s. “Skol.”

“Skol,” Harvard repeated automatically, his tone flat.

“Eyes to the sky, Hadvar,” Ralof said after a beat. “We’re not fighting today, right?”

“...I s’pose not.”

“Then we leave those worries for the future.”

They sat in silence for a bit longer, their shoulders pressed together, and Hadvar leaned against Ralof more than was probably necessary. After another moment, Ralof rolled forward onto his feet and pushed to stand.

“Come!” he declared. “Enough moping.”

“Where are we going?”

“Back to the inn!” Ralof reached a hand down. “Away from all this gloom.”

“Just leave me up here,” Hadvar said, ignoring Ralof’s outstretched hand. “I’ll just ruin the mood.”

Ralof sighed loudly, then reached down and grabbed one of Hadvar’s wrists. “Up, damn you. Enough of all this.”

Despite everything, Hadvar let himself be pulled to his feet. The two of them descended the tower together and headed back towards the inn. The front door had been propped open to let the fresh summer air into the longhouse, the sounds of a jaunty tune filtering out into the street along with rhythmic clapping and singing of the patrons. Ralof threw an arm around Hadvar’s shoulder, beginning to sing along as they stepped up onto the front porch. Hadvar couldn’t help but smirk, looping an arm around Ralof’s waist.

“You sound like a dying cow when you sing.”

Ralof made a rude, wet noise directly into Hadvar’s ear, and Hadvar shoved his friend away with a laugh, wiping the saliva off with the palm of his hand.

“We can’t all have the gifts of Dibella, y’know,” Ralof argued, rosy-cheeked. “She should have given you a pair of tits to go with that singing voice of yours.”

Hadvar gave him a rough shove but smiled. “You’d like that, I bet.”

Ralof downed the rest of his mead and threw the empty bottle over the side of the porch before shoulder checking Hadvar so hard he slammed back against the side of the building, knocking the air from his lungs.

“You oaf!” he wheezed. “Watch—”

Ralof was directly in front of him, pushing right up into his space, his hands twisting the front of Hadvar’s shirt. Neither of them moved, barely a breath apart. Hadvar’s heart pounded so loud he felt it in the soles of his feet. Ralof was looking at him, his gaze unsteady with drink, blue eyes twinkling with the flicker of torch light. Then he smiled, fierce as a saber cat, and planted a firm kiss on Hadvar’s lips.

Hadvar sucked in a breath through his nose, his eyes going wide. Impossible, he thought. And before he could think further, it was over, and Ralof was pulling away, still smiling. He swaggered away like a pleased tomcat, jerking a hand over his shoulder to beckon Hadvar after him.

“You coming inside or not?”

Hadvar’s entire body buzzed with arousal and confusion, his chest threatening to split open with the ache of it all and his pants tightening in an unwanted and embarrassing way. Ralof disappeared into the inn, leaving Hadvar alone. He reached his hand up to trace his lips, numb with disbelief. Had he…? Did he feel…?

Hadvar stumbled into the inn after him and then the night went on as if nothing had happened. The bard continued to play, the patrons continued to sing. Ingrid eventually found her way into Ralof’s lap, and Hadvar got drunk enough to lead the entire room in a call and response of “Come Now Ysmir”. He caught Ralof’s eye in the middle of a verse. He was staring at him from overtop Ingrid’s shoulder, his expression raw, transfixed, as if nobody else in the room existed.

Hadvar smiled and continued to sing.

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Away from the Campfire: Ace Visconti x fem!reader SMUT

Warnings: NSFW, smut (MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI), age gap (older man-younger woman. Reader is +18! Be gone creeps!), AFAB!reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex (life ain’t a fic, people! Wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering, slight praise, begging, daddy kink, lots of pet names (kiddo, angel, sweetheart, just to name a few), dom! Ace, sub!reader, shy!reader, inexperienced!reader, slow burn, swearing, all of the typical dbd warnings so violence, pain, angst, all that jazz, comfort, some fluff, probably some grammatical errors

Word Count: 6458 words

A/N: Whelp, here it is! My second oneshot and my first smut! If you knew me, you’d be surprised I waited this long to write something nsfw lol. I don’t know how this is gonna be received considering no one touched my Bill headcanons. I guess the dbd fandom just isn’t that big of fans of old men. Eh, it’s an acquired taste. I do just write these for myself anyway. Still, if anyone does find this, I hope you have a nice day! Remember to drink some water and take a break every now and again!

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You’ve always been a quiet person. Always keeping to yourself, not talking to many people, and honestly just fading into the background. Even now, being in an inescapable hell where you were forced to do the same task over and over again with someone or something trying to kill you, you never really befriended any of your fellow survivors outside of trials. At least in the beginning you didn’t.

No matter how one of your fellow survivors acted towards you around the campfire, they always tried to help you during trials as long as you were trying. In the beginning, there were a few survivors that even would “baby” you, whether it was because you were new to this realm, or the fact that you were one of the few younger survivors, or a combination of both. Still, as you got the hang of trying to survive in one of the many different environments you were thrown into during a trial and many began to stop keeping such a close eye on you, there was one that always kept you close.

To be honest, you were not the biggest fan of Ace when you first arrived to the Entity’s realm. You thought he was arrogant, egotistical, and willing to put his own survival over that of others. Anytime he would open his mouth in-between trials to tell tales about his life before “all of this”, you would try to ignore every word that came out of his mouth or even go for a walk. The walks were always preferable since you enjoyed walking by yourself before arriving in what you could only describe as hell. That was until you had your first trial with him.

As soon as the Yamaoka Estate came into view, you followed the same routine of looking for a generator to work on or a crate for supplies. While you rummaged around, a familiar voice came from behind you.

“Hey, there you are kiddo.”

You had rolled your eyes and closed the chest in frustration. Empty. Ace smirked at your annoyance before he walked up to you.

“Lemme help you with that,” he said, lifting the lid of the chest and moving his hand around in its dark interior. “Aha, there we go.”

He removed his hand to present a toolbox. Your eyes had widened in shock. You could’ve sworn the chest was empty! Ace once again smirked at your reaction.

“They don’t call me a lucky bastard for nothing. Here, take it. It’ll be more useful in your hands anyway,” he held the box towards you, and you hesitantly took it. You had then nodded in appreciation.

“Stick with me, kid. We’ll get through this easy.”

You hadn’t really wanted to follow Ace, once again worried that he was going to ditch you to save himself. Still, it was going to make repairing generators easier, especially with your toolkit. So you nodded and followed him.

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“You really don’t talk much, huh kiddo,” Ace said while he worked on the last generator that needed to be repaired. You didn’t respond, just wanting to continue working on the task at hand. Besides, you never would respond when someone would ask a question like that.

“Heh, I stand corrected.”

After the generator was completed , Ace let out a noise of triumph and began to compliment you, until a scream had cut him off. You both had looked towards the sky and saw the Entity’s claws dragging one of your teammates upwards.

“Shit, I guess that’s our invitation to leave. Run towards the gate, kid. I’ll be right behind ya.”

You nodded, before you did as you were told.

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As soon as you arrived at the gate, you had looked behind you but Ace was nowhere to be seen. You had opened your mouth to call out for him but stopped. You turned back to open the gate and stood in its entryway. The campfire called to you, telling you to just run and leave another one of many trials behind, but you couldn’t. Your eyes continued to scan your surroundings. You didn’t know how long you had waited for Ace before hesitantly backing up and turning to just run out of there.

When you arrived at the campfire, you began to feel guilt twisting in your gut. It was odd. Sure, you had originally not liked Ace but you weren’t a monster. No one at the campfire deserved what goes on during the trials. You took your seat away from everyone that was waiting around by the flickering firelight. After a few moments passed, the sound of footsteps added to the idle chatter of some of your fellow survivors.

“Whew! I am way too old to be running around like that,” Ace plopped himself down next to you, which causes you to tense up at first. That was until he had asked you a question.

“You got out, okay?” he asked, looking at you with concern. Huh, that’s new.

You nodded and you couldn’t help but let a small smile break out on your lips.

“Good. You did a nice job out there, kid,” he smiled and squeezed your shoulder, before getting up to “entertain” the rest of the survivors.

That was the first thing he did that told you how you had misjudged him.

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The second time Ace had proved how much you misjudged him, was when he had rescued you from a hook.

Halfway through the trial, you had taken it upon yourself to loop the current killer, the trapper, in order to bid enough time for the last generator to be repaired and the gate to open. Unfortunately for you, your legs had begun to give out, providing him enough time to down you. At that point, you had already checked out. Your teammates were safe, and that was all that mattered. You didn't even feel the hook dive itself into your shoulder. Not really. You closed your eyes and waited for the sharp impale of the Entity’s tendrils into your body.

That pain never came, though. In fact, you had felt the sensation of your legs moving. You opened your eyes, confused. You could see the gate coming closer and you could hear a voice right by your ear.

“-most there. Come on, kiddo, keep moving.”

Wait, Ace? What was he still doing here? You thought everyone had left. You hoped that they all had left.

No time to think about that, though. You had to keep running. The next thing you knew, your exhaustion had lessened and the campfire was coming into view. You slowed your legs to a stop. Ace had let out a laugh of triumph.

“Ha! We made it! Shit! I mean-I knew we’d mak-!”

“You saved me?” your soft voice stopped the older man dead in his tracks.

“Well I’ll be damned. She speaks,” he quipped. You cocked your head to the side, waiting for an answer.

“Come on, kid. You didn’t think I was gonna leave you behind, did you?”

You just shrugged. You would’ve been fine if your teammates left you. You did your part to keep them safe, after all.

“Just don’t do that again, kay? I nearly had a heart attack trying to find you.”

You had opened your mouth to say something, but Ace was already at the campfire talking with the others. This caused you to huff in frustration. You had wanted to keep talking to him, but not with everyone else around.

Oh well. You were going to get your chances soon.

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You were sitting by the shore of a lake. The campfire had many walking trails around it, and the one you had taken led you here. It was nice. You wanted to be alone at the moment, away from the firelight and prying eyes of others.

When you had first been murdered by one of the killers, a move that the others called “mori”, you were surprised. No one warned you about that. Apparently it was a bit of a rarity. Still, some of them weren’t that bad. At least, when compared to being sacrificed to the Entity. That was until you were “moried” by the onryo. Who could blame you for being shaken up afterwards? You had your limbs painfully broken and you were left to slowly die. When you walked by the campfire to be alone, all of the survivors still acted the same as always. Did they act the same way after going through something so agonizing? Were you just acting like a baby? You didn’t know. All you knew was that you felt like your limbs didn’t belong to you. You could still feel the phantom sensations of them being broken, but when you looked down they were normal.

You couldn’t get it out of your mind. The sound of the crickets and the tide of the lake couldn’t help. You had soon felt tears welling up in your eyes and your body began to shake. You curled yourself up into a ball and began to sob. It felt like utter hopelessness was slowly crushing your body, slowly constricting your chest like a large python. You began to regret not sticking by the campfire. Would it have made you feel better? Would the conversations have been better?

The sound of crushing leaves caused your sobs to get caught in your throat. Your lip quivered as you tried to stop crying. You didn’t want to look so childish in front of one of your fellow survivors, hence why you walked off to be alone as you figured you were going to cry.

“That you, kid?” a voice called before walking towards you. You hid your face in your knees and took deep breaths to try and stop sobbing. You even took your bottom lip in-between your teeth and bit down hard to try and stop its shaking.

Ace took a seat right next to your shaking form. Slowly, he brought his hand to your back and began to rub circles into it. If you were to have told yourself when you first arrived that you and Ace would become unlikely...”friends”, if that was the right word, you would’ve thought you were completely insane. That didn’t matter, though. You were happy he was here and you showed it by leaning into him.

“I, uh...I heard what happened,” he began. Ace really did try so damn hard to think of what to say to you. He has never had to deal with something like this before, but he didn’t want to fuck it all up and say the wrong thing. He liked you, although he wasn’t sure just how much yet. Ever since he heard about you and your quiet, timid nature, he wanted to protect you when he could. Did it seem out of character for him, sure, but he didn’t give a shit. Especially since he had managed to get you to at least speak a couple of sentences to him.

“Look...I’m sorry you went through that...you can continue to cry if you want to,” you moved your head to look at him with your puffy, red, eyes. At the sight of your broken face, Ace stopped rubbing your back to wrap his arm around your shoulder to pull you close to him. With that, you continued to cry until you couldn’t anymore.

With all of your tears shed and all you were able to do was sniffle from time to time, you and Ace just sat there together in silence. That was until a thought entered the older man’s head.

“Hey, you wanna know what this reminds me of?” he asked. You looked up at him and cocked your head to the side, your silent way of saying “what?”.

“There was this one time I had to lie low for a bit. I had, uh, rented an RV and was on a lake just like this. It’s...it’s interesting just how quiet it all is, you know. I didn’t appreciate it at the time. I just wanted to get back into the game as soon as I could...but, it really is nice.”

You nodded at his words and rubbed your arm. Slowly, your limbs started to feel like they belonged to you again.

“I also befriended a raccoon, too.”

You pulled away from Ace to look at him confused, and he laughed at your reaction.

“I was sitting just like where I am now, when...,” he trails off and spinned you this tale that you were pretty sure was 90% fake, but that didn’t matter. You could tell he was trying to cheer you up, and it worked. By the time the tale had concluded, you had a large smile on your face and Ace had even managed to pull a few giggles from you. You both soon found yourselves sitting in silence once more, but this time it was comforting and all thoughts about the previous trial had been pushed to the back of your mind.

“Whelp kiddo, what do ya say we start heading back? Everyone’s probably worrying about us,” Ace stood up and offered you his hand. You took it, but decided to do something unexpected when he pulled you up.

You hugged him.

You threw your arms around him, and hugged him.

“Thank you,” you quietly murmured into his chest. Ace slowly moved his arms to wrap them around you. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to hug you, but at the moment he was trying to understand the odd feeling swirling in his chest.

“Yeah, uh...don’t mention it,” he said. God, why was his chest feeling so weird. You pulled away and smiled up at him and that was the moment that he connected the dots. “Uh...you go on ahead, kiddo. I’ll...I’ll catch up.”

You looked at him confused, but you had just assumed that he wanted to reminisce about his old life. You didn’t blame him, so you just nodded and turned to walk back to the campfire.

As soon as you were out of sight, Ace sat back down in front of the lake once more. He pulled his sunglasses from his face to rub it.

Love. He was in love with you. Had he felt that way for you all this time? He certainly didn’t know. Especially since he had never been in love with anyone before. He let out a deep breath before muttering the only phrase he could think of after this revelation.

“Fuck.”

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“Hey Ace, you awake in there or what?” Ash shook his friend after he didn’t respond to his question. Ace quickly put on a mask that resembled his usual smug self.

“Yeah, I’m just in awe that you can even come up with a question,” he smirked.

“Oh ha ha, fuck you. I asked you why you’re being so quiet? You’ve been hanging out with Y/N too much, she’s starting to rub off on you,” Ash quipped, but he was actually a bit wrong. Ace had been avoiding you a bit. He still looked out for you during trials, but he had found himself sitting near the lake more often. He really didn't know what to do after he discovered that he was in love with you. How could he? First of all, he didn’t even know how to tell you. He’s hardly ever had to tell someone that he loved them. For the most part, Ace would’ve always just said it when he wanted something. He had usually never loved them. The second thing was how you would respond. Ace had no problems flirting with men and women alike and had no problems when someone would get disgusted by his action or even slap him, but this was different. Those were all men and women that he was never going to see again or care about, so it didn’t matter. You were someone he liked to be around, someone he cared about, and he did not want you to think of him as a “disgusting old pervert” or something.

“Yep, I lost you again. You know it’s getting boring entertaining the guests by myself,” Ash joked before he got up and made his way to where a large group of survivors were hanging out, listening to Kate as she plucked away at her guitar strings.

Ace sighed before he got up and made his way towards the lake like always. He had to figure something out, especially since Ash had started to notice. And if Ash could notice that something was off, then everyone else probably could too. He was letting the cocky mask of his slip too much. It would only be a matter of time before you-

“Um, Ace?”

God damnit.

Your slow footsteps approached him. He was right, you had noticed a change in him. And so you followed him to the lake, wanting to be a good friend and try to know what was wrong even if you didn’t know what to say.

“What can I do for ya, sweetheart?” like with Ash, the mask went up. Ace had been experimenting a bit. Testing out different pet names with you. It was his way of dipping his toes in the water. To see if you would get uncomfortable with his light flirting. So far, you hadn’t shown any signs of discomfort.

“I, um...I hope you don’t mind but...I overheard you and Ash. I guess I just saw it as...I mean...I just want to see if you’re okay that’s all...,” you glanced down at your feet. Well that could’ve gone better.

“Psh, what? Me? When am I not okay?” he smirked at you, but you clearly weren’t buying his words. “Aw, come on angel, don’t worry about me so much. Shouldn’t you be worried about your pretty, little self?”

Your face began to heat up. You loved his compliments and pet names. Well, when he had first called you “sweetheart” it had made you tense up a bit, but now they made your heart flutter. You didn’t have many experiences with men, but you’ve never met a man who was charming and made you feel as Ace did. Especially one as old as him. It was odd, but you were certainly not going to tell him. Not just because you would be mortified if you had to, but also because after all your time with Ace, there was a sliver in your mind that told you not to trust him. You could picture a situation in which you built up the courage to tell him that you were falling for him, only to get laughed at and told that he just felt bad for you. A quiet, childish, little coward that cries after experiencing something all of the other survivors were seasoned to.

“Hey now, what’s that look, beautiful?” Ace closed the distance between you and him after seeing your face drop. “I don’t mind you worrying about lil’ ol’ me. It’s kinda cute.”

You shook your head. You felt a nauseating combination of wanting to cry and be sick. Jeez, you got way too lost into your own head. Ace took a deep breath before he raised his hand to your face to gently stroke it.

“Hey...hey Y/N, it’s okay. Come on, what’s wrong?” you just lowered your head. Was this a joke? Was it always a joke? Saving you, risking his skin for you, comforting you, calling you all sorts of sweet names, this? Was it all just pity? Ace just continued stroking your cheek and looking at your sorrowful face, thinking hard about what he wanted to say. “Hey, how ‘bout this: you tell me what’s wrong and...I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me, huh?”

You fiddled with your fingers and drew a shaky breath.

“Is this a joke?” you asked, finally raising your watery eyes to look at him. You tried to stay strong.

“What are you talking about,” he moved his hand to brush some of your hair out of your face but you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

“Is it all a joke? The names, the comfort, the...the affection...is it all just one big joke...? Ace...is it all just you feeling bad for me?”

“I...what makes you think that?” was someone telling you this? How could you think that him testing the waters of your unlikely friendship, trying to see if he really could actually make it a meaningful relationship, as him just playing a joke on you? Was it because of him telling you his history? Someone else who didn’t like him just trying to look out for you? Was it the realm slowly breaking you?

“I...I just want to know...”you said, not breaking the gaze you had with Ace. You figured that if you could be strong during a trial, then you could be strong during this.

“You’re...you’re really gonna make me rip the band-aid off, huh?”

Here it comes, you thought. He doesn’t love me. He never could’ve loved me. I’m just an idiot-

“You know that I’ve been trying to tell you that I love you, right?”

Wait, what?

“You know that’s why I’ve been avoiding you? Why I’ve been hurling pet name after pet name at you?”

You tried to speak, but all you could get out were stuttered phrases.

“When I found you here, shaken up by that bad trial, that's when I realized it...and ever since then I’ve wanted to tell you that I love you but I didn’t know how to get it out and I was worried you’d think that I was a gross perv or something...so there. That’s why I care about you so much. That’s why I’ve been trying to be there for you but avoid you at the same time. I don’t know why you think that I don’t actually care about you, or who told you, but stop believing it, okay. Because I love you, Y/N. Okay? I love you so Goddamn much.”

You just continued to stare at Ace. You truly couldn’t believe it. Your eyes had long since dried. Was this real?

“Really?” your soft voice broke the silence.

“Do I need to prove it? Because I’ll prove it.”

“Wha-no no, I...I jus-”

“Nope! I need to prove it, so I will. Come here, angel,” not one to be serious for too long, Ace pulled you into his arms and even managed to lift your feet off of the ground. You squealed and even began to giggle as he tried to spin you.

“Okay! O-Okay...I get it,” you said in-between your laughing fit.

Once Ace put your feet back on the ground, he tilted your face to look at him.

“So, what do ya say, beautiful? You, uh...you wanna try this out?”

You smiled and nodded, eagerly.

You didn’t even think about how the others would think about the relationship. How some of them would flash you two odd or even disgusted looks because of the age difference or how comfortable Ace quickly proved to be with PDA, but that didn’t matter. You would quickly find that his confidence and silver tongue would be enough to drown out those looks or comments.

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“Now, what are you smiling about, sweetheart?” Ace says while approaching you. You glance up at him and shrug.

This lake now had so much meaning to the both of you that it was hard to not smile when you were near it. Not only that, but it has become your own private love nest with him.

Ace sits down next to you and pulls you close to him, causing you to rest your head on his shoulder. He then removes his sunglasses and puts them in his jacket pocket. You always enjoyed when he would remove them. You truly couldn’t get enough of his dark eyes.

“It’s been a pretty easy day,” he remarks, referring to the lack of trials performed. “I hope we get more of them.”

“You don’t think that’s jinxing it?” you ask.

“When have I ever been a jinx?”

Well, he had you there. You had to agree, though. The lack of trials was welcomed, and you wanted more of them. You just shrug and smile at him. Ace smiles back at you and glances down to your lips.

“God damn, angel,” he raises his hand up to tilt your chin up to him. “You look beautiful in the moonlight.”

It didn’t matter that this was the nth compliment he’s ever given you. It still made you feel sheepish and small in his arms, but in a good way. Your body begins to feel warm as he leans forwards to kiss you. You melt and kiss him back.

You get lost in the kiss, even as you feel his hand move from your face to your waist. You quickly tense up though, when you feel the hand move upwards under your shirt. Upon feeling your body going rigid, Ace pulls away to inspect your face. He swiftly removes his hand when he sees a bit of nervousness in your eyes.

“Sorry,” he mutters while trying to move away, but your hand on his stops him.

“It...it’s fine. I-I want...,” you look away. You do want this, it’s just that such intimacy always made you a bit skittish. You’ve had very little relationships before, well, here, and even though you’ve had sex while in these relationships, you were always apprehensive the first time. There is a lot of trust that goes into it, and you always fear about that trust being broken. Not to mention the fact that the idea of trying to initiate sex made you feel embarrassed.

“Do you want me to continue?” Ace asks. He moves his hand back to your face to stroke your cheek. You melt at the feeling.

“Yes,” you breathe out. He nods before moving closer to you and resuming the kiss. His hand also goes back under your shirt.

The feeling makes you sigh, which gives Ace the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. As soon as it begins to dance with yours, you feel a familiar warmth spread in-between your legs, and you squeeze your thighs together in order to try and relieve it.

Next, you move your hands to remove Ace’s hat and run your fingers through his hair. His hands work to hold you close to him and to grope your body underneath your clothes. Soon, he moves his hand to one of your breasts, squeezing it before moving under your bra to play with it properly.

He then breaks the kiss with you, and moves his lips from yours to your jaw, and then your neck. The feeling of his facial hair scratching your neck makes you squirm and deepen your breathing.

Both of his hands are under your shirt and your bra now, groping both of your breasts and rolling your nipples in-between his fingers. the feeling causes you to pant and whine. You need to relieve the desire of having some sort of friction against your clothed, wet pussy. You move to try and straddle Ace, thinking that he was too distracted with sucking the most sensitive part of your neck, but you get pushed down to the ground and he moves to hover over you.

“Aw, what’s wrong angel?” he smirks. You are now unable to even rub your thighs together as his legs are now preventing yours from closing. You let out a needy whine, hoping he’d take the hint. “Ah, use your words sweetheart.”

“A-Ace...please...,” you whimper. Shame begins to eat away at you, preventing your desires to be voiced.

“Please, what? Come on babydoll, tell daddy what you want,” you feel your pussy clench around nothing at that. You have to swallow your shame to get what you want.

“Please...touch me, please,” your face feels like it’s on fire. Lucky, Ace decides to have mercy on you. He moves his hands from your shoulders to your shorts, undoing them.

“There, that wasn’t too hard now, was it?” he smirks. As soon as your shorts are undone, you lift your hips up enough for him to pull them off along with your panties. You let out a squeak at the cool air hitting your sex, but still can’t close your legs thanks to Ace’s.

He slowly moves one of his hands down your body towards the place you need it most. Unfortunately for you, it seems he wants to tease you even more, moving his hand from your lower abdomen to your thigh, and then squeezing it. Just as you are about to let out a frustrated huff, you gasp as Ace moves his hand from your thigh to run his fingers through your wet folds.

“God damn, you’re soaked. This all because of me, beautiful?” he taunts. All you can do is nod. You bite your lower lip to keep moaning too loud, especially as he begins stroking your clit.

“Aw, come on, doll. Don’t you hide your pretty little voice from me,” he moves his head back to your neck. “Come on, let daddy hear you.”

With that, he continues to suck onto the same spot on your neck he was sucking on before. This drags a shaky moan from your lips, which causes him to hum in satisfaction.

After rubbing your clit and soaking his fingers in your slick, Ace decides to push one of his fingers inside of you. Your poor little clit didn’t get a break from his abuse, though, continuing to stroke it with his thumb, now.

You continue to moan at his ministrations of your body. The world of the Entity made it easy to forget that pleasure exists, but God was Ace helping you remember. Especially as he pushes another finger into your tight hole, scissoring them to help stretch you out.

It was all starting to be too much. Your cries grow in volume as you feel the familiar sensation like a coil tightening in your stomach. You try to form a coherent sentence to tell Ace about your approaching orgasm, but all that gets out is his name and your whimpers.

“You gonna cum, angel? Huh? You wanna cum all over my fingers?” you nod desperately as a response, causing him to chuckle. “Go on, babydoll. Go ahead, I’ll be nice.”

You continue to cry out, your moans building up and your toes beginning to curl. You throw your hands onto Ace’s shoulders in a frenzied attempt to find something to cling to, bracing yourself. That coil insides you gets tighter and tighter, until it finally snaps and you scream out in pleasure. Ace continues to stroke your clit and coo at you, working you through your orgasm.

Once you come down from your high, he pulls his fingers from your pussy to inspect them. They are completely drenched in your slick, even beginning to drip down to his palm. He smirks, before bringing his hand to his mouth, licking and sucking your juices from it, even moaning a bit as he does it. His actions make you squirm. You just came, and yet you’re getting turned on all over again.

“Damn sweetheart, you taste amazing,” Ace groans out, before getting an idea. “Here, you wanna try?”

He brings his hand close to your mouth, holding it out so you can see slick drip down the back of his hand. It felt like you weren’t even in control of your body as you lean up and drag your tongue upwards, lapping up whatever bit of your juices you could, a complete puppet to lust. A dragged out “fuck” left Ace’s lips at he watches you, wanting that little tongue of yours elsewhere. An event for another time.

After cleaning his hand, he moves them to his belt, undoing and pulling it free from his pants. The sight hypnotizes you and causes you to roll your bottom lip in-between your teeth. To Ace, you looked absolutely adorable. You look all fucked out and he hasn’t even put his cock in you, yet.

As soon as he gets his pants undone, he pulls them down enough for his hard length to spring out. He hisses just as you did from the cool air hitting his dick. He clears his throat and begins stroking it slowly, making sure your eyes are on him. Of course they were, you are mesmerized by his hand slowly jerking himself off, even letting out a needy whine. You needed him inside of you, now.

“You need something, babydoll?” Ace teases. Of course he wanted you to beg for it.

“F-Fuck...Ace...fuck me, please...,” you manage to get out in-between pants.

“Aw, okay. Since you asked so nicely,” he brings his cock to your drenched lips and strokes it in-between them, lubing it up with your slick.

You cry from your still sensitive pussy being touched and from the tip of his dick catching your entrance.

As soon as he felt that he was lubed up enough, Ace takes his length into his hand and lines it up to your wet little hole. Before pushing in though, he says your name, causing you to look up at him.

“If it hurts too much, you’ll tell me, right? I promise I’ll stop,” his voice was now serious, wanting you to understand what he was saying. You look up at him and nod.

“I will.”

With that, Ace gently pushes the tip of his cock into your pussy and your hands go back to his shoulders as before. He pushes in a bit more until you cry out in pain, stopping the older man in his tracks.

“Shit, you need me to stop?”

You nod, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

“Okay...okay. Just relax Y/N, I got you,” he moves his head to the crook of your neck to place kisses on every bit of skin he can get to, while one of his hands finds one of your breasts once more, this time dragging your shirt with it.

You take deep breaths, trying to relax your body and focus on Ace’s kisses and touch. As soon as the pain begins to subside, you tug on his arm.

“Ace...you c-can move now,” you pant.

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

Ace looks at your face to make sure you were ready, before continuing to push his dick all the way inside of you. As soon as his hips connect with yours, he stops to check on you.

You whine at the feeling of being so full, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. You look into Ace’s eyes and shakily tell him to resume.

He nods down at you, adjusting himself on his forearms and beginning to shallowly thrust into you. You rest your head on the dead grass underneath it and let out a breathy moan from the sensation. Seeing that you were clearly okay, Ace’s demeanor returns to the same teasing one he had before.

“Fuck, you feel so good, angel. Mm, taking daddy’s cock so well.”

His words only add to the intoxicating feeling of his dick thrusting into you. It’s addicting, and you want more of it.

“Ah...ha-ah! Ace...m-more, please!” if you were to listen to your voice back, you wouldn’t believe that it was you. Shy and quiet you who always loved to fade into the background, now moaning loudly on an older man’s cock.

“Ha...yeah? You want more? Huh? My babydoll wants more?”

You nod and moan out a desperate “please”. Ace grants you your wish, not only thrusting into your pussy harder, but faster too. God, he wants everything about this burned into his memory, not just the way you feel, but how you look too. Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes closed, and lips parted, letting out loud, needy moans. Oh yeah, he wants to have your noises burned into his mind as well.

While continuing to thrust into you, he moves one of his hands down to your clit, stroking it with his thumb once more. You cry out at the added pleasure and arch your back upwards towards him, hands tightening on his shoulders and your hole tightening around his dick. That coil in your stomach had returned, and the tension in your gut was now growing from each thrust and stroke Ace was delivering to your body. Fuck, you definitely weren’t going to last much longer.

“Oh...mm-fuck! A-Ace-ha! Ah...‘m close!” you sob as white, hot pleasure flows through your veins.

“Yeah? Yo-you wanna cum, huh? Go on, then-fuck! Cum all over daddy’s cock, angel,” he moans out, clearly getting closer to cumming himself according to his groans and thrusts becoming sloppy.

Your toes begin to curl and tears of pleasure start to flow down your cheeks. Your moans become screams and your vision goes white as your orgasm hits you like a freight train. Ace lets out a strangled “fuck” as you squeeze his dick, slowing his thrusts but not his assault on your clit, working you through your high as he did when he was fingering you.

You really didn’t want to come down from your high, especially when Ace started thrusting into you again, chasing his own orgasm. He only slows himself when he feels his cock twitch inside of you.

“Oh f-fuck...where-mm!” he struggles to get out, but you understand what he’s asking.

“I-In-oh God, Ace! In!”

With that, you feel a warmth beginning to fill you as he moaned loudly, cumming deep inside of you. After that, he buries his face into your neck, the only sounds now being that of crickets, the lake, and both of your pants. You both feel exhausted but blissed out of your minds.

Eventually, Ace pulls out of you and rolls onto his back besides you. Fuck, that was amazing. Not only because he hasn’t had sex in a while because of, well, you know, but also because it was sex that wasn’t for the purpose of just scratching an itch. No, what you two just did was miles better.

He turns his head to look at you. Your eyes are closed and your breathing is slowly going back to normal. He smiles at your sleepy expression and rolls onto his side to pull you to his chest. You let out a tired hum and nuzzle your face into Ace, while he rubs your back and holds you close.

“Rest up, beautiful. You deserve it.”

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