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dnarez · 2 years

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Chapter 9

Thank you @HackerBooTrafalgar(wattpad) for reminding me that I actually have a story that I totally didn't forget

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You were WRECKED.

Ace gave you a hell of a warm-up, in a nice game of "evade the basketball that has 1 kg weight inside it", then Luffy "played" catch with you, in which you had 5 min to not get catch, and couldn't use your quirk, while he could use his, he laughed his ass of while you had a hard time breathing, and Ace filmed everything.

After the physical part was done, Thatch made a tasty lunch for everyone, you were so hungry after all that exercising, you even stole some of Ace's food, which he thought it was Luffy, so they started to fight like crazy, and were kicked out of the kitchen by Thatch.

While eating some fruits as dessert you noticed the look he gave you, causing you to tilt your head "Is there something on my face?"

He smiles and shakes his head "You look like your mom, but your personality doesn't match either of your parents, you are really cute, if you want I can cook you anything, I'm quite a good chef if I do say so myself!"

"I thought that Sanji-san was the best cook around here" you said while taking another bite of a strawberry.

"He's the best at diversity, he knows a lot of different types of food, he knows from the basic of sushi, to something more dangerous like puffer fish, he knows French cuisine, Italian, German, any type of Asian cuisine too, he's a master at everything, and I'm professional in sweets and French cuisine to be more specific, also, I already opened my own restaurant, it's one of the best in the whole city!"

"That's enough of bragging to a teenager don't you think yoi?" You look at the door to see Marco and Robin there "ready for your classes?"

"I wasn't bragging you pineapple head!!!

You finish the bowl of strawberries and turn to Thatch "Thank you for the food! It was exactly what I needed after the training"

"And now you need to take a shower, and THEN we can start the classes" Robin said while petting your hair.

"But I don't have any other clothes..." she just smiles at your comment

"I'm sure that Izo will love to let you borrow something"

"He loves to dress up, so to be able to dress a cute teenager girl will be a dream come true, believe me"

You get up and wave at Thatch and Marco that were still bickering "Bye chef-san, see you later Marco-sensei"

They both stop arguing and wave back at you "Drink some water after taking a shower!"

"See you in a few yoi" then they go back to bickering, which makes you giggle at them.

"Let's go, Izo's room is on the the next floor" you hold her hand without thinking, but she doesn't comment on it, just holds your hand back and takes you to the next floor to Izo's room.

. . .

Robin knocks on the Japanese style door "Izo it's me"

"Come in!" said a masculine voice on the other side of the door.

Inside was a Japanese styled room, with a... men? woman? in front of a mirror applying make up.

"What is it Robin? Do you need to borrow one of my kimonos again?" they ask and then turn to the door.

You were hiding yourself behind her, but she put her hand behind your head and pulled you to inside the room "actually, my newest student need some clothes and a bath before me and Marco start the class"

"Hello, excuse me" you say trying to stay strong and not shy away under that beautiful person's gaze.

Izo

"Hello sweetheart, Ace commented with me about someone that he would be training with Luffy's help and had asked me a few things, I though that this would happen, so I got a few things for you in advance, I hope that you don't mind"

"Not at all miss- mister- u-uhm... I'm sorry but..."

He chuckles at your confusion "I'm a mister sweetie, but you can just call me Izo"

"Oh! Okay! Thank you for thinking about me Izo-san!"

"Izo is a cross dresser, he just prefers dressing like that" Robin explains to which you nod "I will leave you two to it, you have one hour with her" after petting your head one more time she exists the room and closes the door.

He got up and went to his wardrobe "Since I didn't knew your size I hope you don't mind large clothing"

"Oh! Sorry for the trouble mister" he just looks at you and smiles.

"You cause no trouble Hun, I love to shop for new clothes, and in the middle of so many brute men! HUGH!! I'm so relived that I have you around here, don't get me wrong, I love a muscular and strong man around me, like All Might and Endevour, thou the comments about the number two hero aren't the nicest around the underworld, but that doesn't make him any less of a spectacular man to have around, and that ass!? Damn I wish I could see him out of that spandex of his!"

You tilt your head "So you want to fuck him? Or would you rather be fucked by him?"

Izo almost choke in his own spit "what!? how do you-"

You quirk a brow "Did you forget who I'm child of?"

"Oh! Right! You are daughter of that bitch! I'm sorry, but I really hate your mother, that walking trash can told me to wear a suit, which wasn't a problem at all, I love how they accentuate my ass, but the problem was what she said! That fowl human should be in the Guinness book, for the most racist, sexist and homophobic human that ever existed!!!"

You tilt your head "what did she tell you?"

He huffs and shake his head "I won't say those nasty words she told me and my family, I really should just shoot her next time"

He then turns to you with baggie t-shirt and baggie shorts, with some undergarments "Here, the bath is broken, so you can only shower"

"It's okay, thank you again for this" you bow at him, and he bows back.

"Now hurry, you will have a lot to learn after the shower"

You nod and go take a shower.

...

When you come back with the dirty clothes in hand he picks them from you "don't worry hun, I will wash them for you, you can go now, Robin and Marco must be downstairs waiting for you"

"Thank you Izo-san" you bow again and give him a big smile "See you later"

He chuckles at your cuteness and waves back.

...

You go down the stairs and go to the kitchen, finding Marco that was drinking tea and reading newspaper with glasses on.

"I didn't know that you needed glasses" you comment standing by the door.

He looks up at you and smiles "I use contacts outside, you never know when someone is going to try and attack you, so I prefer to let only my family know about it, yoi"

"Oh... Soooo... you're a villain?"

He shakes his head and puts down the newspaper "I'm just a licensed doctor, but I do have a hero license, just like everyone in this family yoi, even if we don't work in the pro-heroing business, we work with cops, buglers, and all kinds of dangerous people, so we prefer to have it in case of necessity"

"Wow! Even Luffy?" you ask excitedly.

"I think only a few straw hats don't have one, like Chopper or Franky, the others all have some kind of licensing for their agency yoi, well-" he gets up and looks down at you.

'He's really tall' you nod to yourself.

"Let's go, I'm going to teach you the basic of first aid yoi, then you will have your class with Robin-san"

You nod and smile following him to another side of the mansion, there he led you to a classroom, you look around surprised in seeing a literal classroom.

You hear him chuckling at your reaction "Luffy and Ace always needed some help after class, even Sabo had a difficult time with high school yoi, so Pops made this classroom out of an old closet"

"Oh... did it help them?"

"Not only the trio, but their friends too, the "Salvation Army" V.S. the "Straw Cats", I never saw Luffy learn so much in so little time, it was very impressing yoi"

"Wait... Straw Cats?" you question receiving a nod from him.

"Luffy wrote 'Hats' wrong, and they just went with it"

You giggle looking at the scribbles on the walls and drawings on the tables "Where do I sit?"

"The closer to the blackboard the better, but let's do something easy today" he says going to a locker and pulling a first aid kit "like learning how to wrap a proper bandage yoi"

Nodding eagerly you sit straight on the chair and wait as he sets everything in front of you.

"Let's begin"

...

You arrive home after eating dinner with your new grandpa, and as the new member of this family.

Sabo was kind enough to drive you home.

"I'm so happy that, I'll be teaching you! I hope you like me as a teacher too" he says smiling

"Thank you for helping me become a hero!" you smile just as big and look outside the car window, where the sun is setting "but... aren't you a lawyer? How can you help me?" you tilt your head and look back at him.

Sabo looks at you and back at the road "I know a lot of stuff, and most important, I know about the politics of the pro hero world, that includes the commission, I don't agree with their way of thinking" his hands have a death like grip on the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white.

"Is that why you choose to become a lawyer?" patting his hand lightly seems to help him calm down.

"No... I became a lawyer because of an accident that a friend of mine went tho when I was a teenager... no one wanted to represent him in court because of his fish like appearance" his frowns deepens "He has a transmutation quirk, and just for it no one wanted to help him... so I decided to help him, ended up loving it,from then on I was focused on learning more about the injustice that a lot of people go tho, I represent exclusively mutant quirked people"

Sabo smiles at that, and you smile back at him "I want to help everyone too!"

He chuckles and stop the car in front of your house "send a hug to Roci for me, ok?"

" 'Kay! Bye Sabo-sensei!" he waves at you as you go inside the house and then drive off.

Entering the house you see your father relaxing on the couch, watching the news, he looks at you in the entryway and opens his arms.

You smile quickly taking your shoes off and laying down on top of him as he hugs you tightly "Hi"

"Hi..." he responds and closes his eyes "How was your day?"

"Full of learning and oh my god, they were so nice!" your father smiles at that "How was your day? Grandpa told me that you would be arriving later"

"It was good, and there was no need for me to go job searching, since I got the job at U.A."

You give him a big smile "You did it!? YAY!" you hug him super tight and Law just hugs you back "You will be a teacher?"

He shakes his head "Hell no, I already have my hands full of my little devil" he says and tickles your side making you giggle "I will be Recovery Girl's assistant, for emergencies, and for when she's too busy with the hospitals and can't help U.A. that much"

"It sounds important"

Law nods agreeing "It is, they need someone to be a call away"

Frowning you headbutt his chin "But U.A. is in another district dad!" you gasp and glare at him "Did you lie to them??"

Law rolls his eyes and shake his head "Even if I did they would discover, they all are very smart, mostly the director"

You get up and sit on the couch, and he follows your action "So... we will move?"

"Yes, they don't have dorms, so they will be paying for our living expenses, since the rent on the houses that are close to the school are very expensive" Law looks at your eyes, and you look back "We will be moving next month"

You frown at that

"What? I thought you would like going back to having your own space"

"It's just that-..." you look at the floor and your leg start to shake anxiously.

Your father put his hand on your knee and squishes it lightly, making you stop.

"Just?..."

"Everything is happening too fast... I like living with grandpa Roci... sorry... I know it's hard for you too because of mom and... because of me..." you frown at your own words.

There's silence, and then Law gets up and turn off the TV, he picks you up, which surprises you and takes you to your room.

He lays you on your bed and make sign for you to stay, then he goes to the kitchen to do... something.

You sit up and wait for him to come back.

Law enters your room with a small yellow submarine inside a glass bottle, and sits at the foot of your bed.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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A/n: as a technically plus size girl myself i really liked writing this! feel free to request again after I finish the rest of the ones I have now! (sry this is not thoroughly edited)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: cussing, mentions of hate

Requested by: anonymous

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @yangomangos @hoes4hoseok @desertfordessert

Summary: Being on the larger side had never stopped you from anything before. You were confident in your curves and loved how you looked. It was one of the reasons that Han Jisung fell head over heels in love with you. Who would have thought a few silly little pictures would turn your world upside down.

Genre: fluff, little angst, romance

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Meeting Jisung was a complete accident. A complete accident that changed my life forever. I was a lost foreign exchange student desperate to find her way back to her dorm in the hot summer streets of Seoul. By pure chance, I had bumped into him on the street. I had no idea who he was at the time and he seemed to find that fascinating.

We ended up walking together until the sun set and the store signs lit up casting neon glows on our faces. Soon we both got lost wandering through the streets talking about everything and nothing in my broken korean and his adorable english.

Jisung bought me dinner and then we finally found my dorms. He left me with the promise to take me out and get lost again. And that was the start of our relationship. About our fifth date, Jisung told me about his job and who he was. He was utterly shocked that I didn’t freak out about his celebrity status. He always said that what I told him after was when he began falling in love with me.

“Whether you sing in front of thousands of people, pick up garbage on the side of the road, or teach pre-schoolers not to pick their noses, I would rather be with you than any other place or with any other person on the planet.”

Now a year and a half later, we were dating and living together in an apartment near the company. Jisung was quite upset that he had to keep our relationship a secret. The company after many attempts at breaking us up gave in and let him continue our relationship despite his dating ban, but only if he kept quiet about it and nothing got leaked to the press.

This meant we rarely got to go out unless both of us wore masks and hats and for five months out of the year, I was sitting at home waiting for Jisung to come back from tour trying to pretend like I didn’t have a boyfriend to begin with. But, it was all worth it. Jisung was worth it.

“Yes, dad. I promise I’m eating well.” I said looking at my father through a computer screen. My ears picked up on Jisung moving behind me to open the fridge and I knew what was about to happen next.

“Jisung!” My father called. Hearing his name he turned and leaned over me to look at my father. “Jisung, how are you?” My dad smiled and turned to focus on my boyfriend.

Jisung laughed seeing me drop my head in my hands. He leaned against the counter, a bright smile on his face. “I’m fine, Mr. L/n.”

“How many times have I told you? Just D/n is fine. Now, is she eating well? I know she has exams. You have to make sure my daughter is eating!” Jisung’s arm wrapped around my stomach, pulling me to his side.

“Of course! We are going out to eat soon actually.” He said cheerfully, pushing the hair away from my face.

I jumped at the opportunity Jisung secretly handed me. “Yes, Dad! So, we have to go! I love you, talk to you later, bye!” Jisung waved before I slammed my laptop closed, effectively hanging up on my father. “Can we really go out to eat?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his waist. He smiled taking my face in his hands, squishing my cheeks.

“Of course. I’m starving.” Placing a kiss on my forehead he exited the kitchen. While he was doing whatever he was doing, I ran to our bedroom and changed out of the pajamas I had worn all day.

Grabbing some shorts and one of Jisung’s shirts I started tying my shoes. How any of his clothes fit me at all was a mystery to me. Jisung was a twig compared to me. Granted he was a very muscular twig. But a twig none the less.

Jisung smiled seeing me in the baggy white fabric that covered my shorts entirely. He leaned against the doorway, dark hair falling in front of his doe eyes. He didn’t bother changing out of his gray sweatpants and tank top. “I never get tired of seeing you in my clothes.”

“I never get tired of wearing them.” He smirked, watching me get up from the bed and walk over to him. I let my hands travel up his chest as he looked down at me. “Are we taking the car or the subway?” I whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips. A cheeky smile slip onto his face as his hands grabbed onto my ass.

“I heard it’ll rain soon. Subway?” I nodded and kissed him again, fingers threading through his hair. “Ready to go, baby?” With another nod, we left our apartment, masks on and hats covering our faces. Instinctively, I pulled the white cap on Jisung’s head lower to cover his handsome features. He did the same with the black bucket hat (which was probably his) that I wore.

Just as Jisung said, a light sprinkled down on us as we walked to the nearest subway station. Unfortunately, the train was crowded, leaving no seats for me and Jisung. We got a few weird looks, most likely because of the excessive face covering.

We shared low whispers about where to eat and bickered about what stop to get off at. I turned out to right and dragged him off with train, just before the doors closed. Laughing, we ran through the rain to get to our favorite sushi place.

The woman who owned the restaurant greeted us happily when we entered, ushering us to a secluded back table. Jisung didn’t even look at the menu before ordering enough food to fill every inch of the table.

“How is the new album coming?” I said picking up a piece of fish. He nodded cheeks half full of food. I smiled seeing his little habit resurface itself.

“Good. I sent a song off to Chan this afternoon. He and I will work on composition tomorrow.” His long fingers maneuvered the chopsticks to place another roll onto my plate. I tried to put it back but he shook his head, adding another one as well. “How are your classes?”

“Stressful, but manageable. You know the girl next to me in my Maths class is a STAY. She has Seungmin’s photocard in her phone case.” Jisung smiled eating another piece of sushi. “Her phone rang in class the other day. Guess what her ringtone was?”

He hummed and looked up at me expectantly. “What?” He said covering his mouth, silver rings glinting in the low warm light.

“Close.” Jisung’s eyes lit up as he started laughing.

“I almost got in so much trouble when I released that song.” He said dipping a roll in soy sauce. “STAY almost figured out about us.”

“Well, you did all but put my name in the song,” I said with a laugh. Somehow we had managed to eat all the food on the table. “Did you really feel that way when we met?” I asked him, my elbow resting on the table.

A waitress came and cleared our table. Jisung stared at me, a soft look in his eyes. “Of course. You were the most gorgeous girl I had ever laid eyes on.”

“You are just saying that because you thought I had a great ass.”

“It is a great ass.” He said eyeing me up and down, a sly smirk on his face. “We should get going. It’s already raining cats and dogs.” Jisung paid for our meal and shoved his black hat back on my head with a smile, draping his arm over my shoulder as we walked out. He was correct. The rain was pelting down on the streets like bullets. “You ever been kissed in the rain?” He asked out of nowhere.

That mischievous smile glowed on Jisung’s face. “No, why?”

Without another word, Jisung pulled me out into the rain, soaking us both. His brown hair turned dark and stuck to his forehead as he pulled down my mask. My eyes glanced around the nearly empty street, before staring back into Jisung’s bright eyes. His long fingers lifted up my chin before resting on my cheek. The cool rain dropped around us, but I felt warm in his arms.

His lips dragged over mine, butterflies thundering in my stomach along with the rumble in the sky. My chest pressed against his, the wet fabric rubbing together. His teeth cheekily dragged over my bottom lip as I pulled away.

“Get out of the street!” Someone yelled honking their horn. Jisung and I turned to see a car’s headlights shining through the rain. We laughed and moved back under the awning. “Crazy kids!” The man yelled as he drove passed us.

I kissed Jisung again, tangling my fingers in his wet hair. “I love you,” Jisung whispered, pulling away. “All of you,” His hands ghosted over the curve of my hips. “Do you love all of me?”

“More than anything, Jisung.”

The cool rain sent a breeze under the cover. He pulled me closer to him kissing the top of my head. “Home?” He muttered looking around the wet street.

“Home.”

I pulled the dark fabric over his face, leaving nothing but his round lively eyes for me to see. His warm hand enveloped mine before we ran through the rain. Our feet splashed through puddles as each step brought us closer to the train that would carry us back to our little apartment.

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Bright light streamed through the bedroom window. An arm was wrapped tightly around my stomach. I smiled and shifted under the blanket so I could look at the handsome face of the man next to me. My eyes glanced at the clock before reaching over and stroking his hair.

“Jisung?”

He hummed, nestling into the pillow. I smiled feeling him reach for my hand and bring it to his lips. Drowsy kisses from his plump tired lips trailed over my skin. “You saying my name in the morning is so sexy.” My laugh filled the bedroom. His raspy voice never failed to send shivers down my spine.

“You think anything I say is sexy.” Jisung’s eyes slowly opened and his hands moved to rub his face, the muscles in his arms flexing ever so slightly. My fingers traced patterns over his bare chest, the skin radiating a welcoming warmth under my touch.

“No way. Prove it.” He said with a goofy smile.

Chuckling, I kissed his cheek. I thought about what to say. Leaning down, my breath fanned across his cheek. “I have to go shopping because we have no ramen left in the kitchen.” My words floated into his ear and I could see his cheeks redden at my tone.

Jisung groaned, pulling me fully on top of him. “Yeah, you were right. Anything you say is sexy.” He laid still for a moment, his hands rubbing up and down my back. “Do you need money for groceries?” He hummed. Shaking my head, I sat up, legs falling on either side of his waist. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Ji. You don’t have to pay for everything, you know.” He laid back with a smile on his face, hands behind his head. Jisung stared up at me keeping that sleepy bright grin on his face. “You should get up. You’ll be late before you know it.”

A sigh heaved from his chest as he watched me leave the bed. It was evident his eyes were trained on me as I sorted through our shared closet. “You’re right.” The rustling of sheets told me he was shuffling out of bed and most likely towards the bathroom to shower.

Soon I was walking Jisung to the cab he had called down in front of our building. The fabric of my leggings brushed together as I rushed forward pulling him back for one more kiss before he entered the taxi. “Don’t forget, we have a date with pizza and a drama tonight,” I whispered against his lips.

His long fingers gripped my waist, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. His warm touch slipped into the waistband leaving something paperlike between the tight fabric and my skin. “For the groceries.” Jisung pecked my lips before getting into the cab. “Love you!” He called, rolling down the window.

Waving back, I watched the car pull away from the curb and drive my boyfriend to his company. Curious, I reached for the money he slipped me. Had I worn a hoodie and not a crop top, he wouldn’t have been able to do so easily. It was a habit he had of spoiling me and paying for things despite my protests. “Good grief, Ji,” I muttered to the near empty street.

My feet carried me to a nearby supermarket. I walked the aisles tossing anything we needed into the cart I picked up at the entrance. My hands lingered on a bag of chips, debating whether I actually needed the study snack. Jisung never cared how much weight I put on or how much I lost. I was confident in how I looked, so I wanted chips. I would get chips. Smiling I tossed them in the basket before moving to the next aisle to pick up a few bottles of wine and soju. I never knew when Chan and Changbin would pop by for a ‘lyric session’ and need ‘inspiration’

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two girls whispering and looking my way. More than a year with Jisung had taught me to have an observant eye in public places whether he was with me or not. They stopped their talk when I turned to look at them. After placing the bottle in my cart I waved to them with a kind smile before going on my way.

Jisung returned later than usual. But, then again. There was no usual for when he came home. He passed out on the couch while I ordered us a pizza. While I waited, I lazily scrolled through twitter until something caught my eye.

“Rapper Han Jisung Spotted With Supposed Secret Girlfriend”

My eyes skimmed the article searching for any proof. My heart sunk finding what I sought. Several pictures of Jisung and me from the day before were shown below. Our faces were seen as clear as day despite the rain. We should have been more careful. I sighed, head in my hands. Curious, I scrolled to see what his fans were saying.

“I can’t believe this”

“So he really was seeing someone?”

“She’s so fat! She doesn’t deserve him”

“My friend and I saw her at the supermarket. She had like eight bottles of soju in her cart. Alcoholism puts on wait you know.”

“She’s a drunk and fat. I can’t believe she’s dating our Han.”

“She looks like a cow. Seriously I understand why he hid her from us.”

“Guys, stop. If he is happy then leave him alone.”

“He looks disgusted in those photos”

“Does she not care about herself? She’s dating one of the greatest rappers in the industry and she looks like a heavy slob.”

I tossed my phone onto the kitchen counter, not wanting to look a the comments anymore. My shoulders felt heavier than usual. Shower. A hot shower always made me feel better. Abandoning my device, which was blowing up with notifications, on the counter I marched to the bathroom and turned on the water letting steam fill the room.

The scalding water pelted against my bare skin as I stood under the showerhead. After my skin turned red, I stepped out of the shower, wiping steam away from the mirror.

My eyes raked over the body I once thought beautiful. How could my mind change so quickly? The curves I used to love now seemed ghastly and unflattering. The rolls on my stomach seemed more prominent as I looked over my bare body. My fingers traced over the waved marks on my thighs and pelvis, wondering how I never noticed them before today.

“Y/n, baby?” A knock sounded at the door but did not wait for an answer to open. Instinctively, my hands slammed it shut shocking the man on the other side. “Woah- Babe, what’s wrong? Are you okay? It’s nothing I haven’t seen many many many times before.” The smirk in his voice was evident, but I still felt exposed, despite the towel I moved to wrap around myself.

“Just go away. I’ll be out in a sec. There is beer and soju in the fridge. Go get one; the pizza will be here soon.”

I waited until I heard Jisung walk away before turning the knob and sneaking into our bedroom. My fingers grasped at the first baggy shirt I could find, but looking in the mirror it hugged in places that should not be hugged and made my body look lumpy and fat. Throwing on some leggings and one of Jisung’s fluffy jackets I decided this was enough coverage suitable to walk around in.

Jisung’s eyes widened when I entered the living room. “Wow. You planning an expedition to Antarctica?”

“I’m just cold, Jisung.” He watched with wary eyes as I pull the jacket further around my body. The doorbell rang turning both our heads. “I’ll get it.” Jisung nodded and picked up the remote, turning on the TV.

Opening the door I expected to see a pizza delivery man waiting for his tip, but instead, the hallway was empty. Before I closed the door, my gaze landed on something on the welcome mat.

A bouquet of wilted, dried, dead flowers. A ribbon darker than black was wrapped around the fragile stems. With shaking hands, I picked up the flowers. Petals and leaves fell to the ground. A note was tucked between the graying stems.

Fat Bitch.

Subconsciously, I pulled the jacket around my body, covering as much as possible. “Y/n? Everything okay? They didn’t forget my garlic knots, right? They forgot last time.” Jisung’s voice called out. My eyes still stared down at the bouquet in my hands. “Baby?”

I felt cold. It felt like I wasn’t in my own body; like my soul had left this world leaving me a shell standing with no will of its own.

“What the fuck is this?”

Shaking myself out of the trance, I looked to see Jisung standing beside me anger flooding every inch of him. Not waiting for an explanation he took the bouquet from my hands, more petals falling to the floor. The note seemed to make him even angrier.

“Fuck,”

I closed the door and watched him throw the flowers onto the counter, sending dead leaves flying across the kitchen floor. He turned to me, fury in his eyes. He seemed to be waiting for me to say something. “We both knew this was going to happen sooner or later.” His jaw dropped, not believing my words.

“You aren’t furious? You aren’t pissed off? Why are you not bothered by this?”

“Jisung, I can’t be bothered by something I already know is true!”

He stared at the flowers littering the counter. “You can’t possibly think that...can you?” Jisung sighed watching me shrug and fiddle with the sleeves of his jacket. “Y/n...this is not you. What happened to the girl who surprised me in my studio wearing nothing but a trench coat and lingerie just because I said I missed your smile?” My gaze fell to the floor, fixated on one of the leaves. “Where’s the girl who went skinny dipping with me on the night of our anniversary in Jeju?”

“I don’t know, Jisung!” He was shocked hearing me yell. “They are right! Okay! I am a fat cow with no reason to be dating you. I’m not sexy and skinny and I don’t have the body of a model. You know who does? The girl you should be dating! Maybe I just don’t like myself anymore!”

“The Y/n I know and love didn’t care how much she weighed.”

“Well...maybe I’m not your Y/n anymore.”

“That I don’t believe.” Jisung took my face in his hands, staring into my eyes. “I know about the photos. I know about the comments. They are all false, okay? None of them are true and you know it.” His thumbs brushed over my cheeks, voice full of desperation and sadness.

“Jisung, I’m not beautiful. I don’t feel beautiful anymore. I don’t see how you can love someone who can’t even see themselves as pretty.”

He sighed, leaning down and capturing my lips in a breathtaking kiss. I could feel all his emotions, everything he wanted to say as his lips moved against mine. Jisung pulled away, his eyes looking lovingly into my own. “I don’t love you because you are beautiful,” He whispered, pushing a strand of wet hair behind my ear. “You are beautiful because I love you. All of you.”

“Even the stretch marks?”

“The stretch marks. The curves. All of you.”

Sighing, I rested my head against his chest. “Why did I even think that?” Jisung let out a shaky breath stroking my still damp hair. “Shit, I was so stupid to believe those comments for even a second.”

“I can’t blame you. I’ve done the same.”

Pulling away, my hands cupped his cheeks before moving to wrap around his neck. “I love you,”

“I love you more.” Jisung kissed my forehead, dark hair falling in front of his eyes. A thought came to mind that made me giggle. “What?” He asked with a smile, leading me back over to the couch.

“How did you even remember that studio thing? That was like...in the first month we were dating!”

He laughed, pulling me into his chest and falling back onto the sofa. “Are you kidding? That may have been the single greatest day of my entire life.”

“You are just a pervert.” Again the doorbell rang, causing both of our heads to peek over the top of the couch cushions. “Can you get it?” Jisung nodded and got out from under me. A few moments later he came back with two pizzas and his beloved garlic knots. “They didn’t forget?”

“Nope!” He said happily flipping open the boxes. “Here.” He pulled one away and fed it to me, the fluffy breading melting in my mouth.

“You know what I think?”

“What?” He asked already somehow halfway through the box of garlic knots.

“I think I can eat this entire pizza faster than you.”

He closed the garlic knot box, a wry grin on his face. “Oh, you are so on, babe.” He planted his feet firmly on the floor and turned to his pizza box. “Ready? Three....two....-” Before he finished counting down I grabbed a slice and stuffed it in my mouth. “Y/n that’s cheating!” Between bites, I laughed as I watched him try and catch up from my early start.

“Come on, twig boy! Catch up.” He laughed and shoved another slice into his mouth filling his cheeks.

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danddymaro · 3 years

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Nameless Girl | Shizuo Heiwajima x Reader

I remember when I first watched Durarara years ago, I instantly liked Shizou. Such a sweet, misunderstood man.

‘ example’ = Italics in quotations are thoughts

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Nameless Girl

She hadn’t expected to ever find herself filled with such excitement, much less having thought that it would come right to her,

But it did, and it started out like any other day...

“Yes,” she replied dully, “ I’m almost home dummy, stop worrying,” she said with a smile, trying to shake off her good friend’s worry. “I know it’s getting dark, but trust me the streets are packed,” (f/n) argued back, “So, nothing’s gonna happen,” she assured (best friend’s name.)

News of the Slasher set off worry, and her good friend was one of the many people set on protective overdrive,

“ Alright, Alright, I’ll message you when I get home, alright?” (f/n) said with a soft smile, shaking her head as she was still on the phone.

From the other line an exasperated voice continued to jabber, annoyed at the casual manner the young woman dismissed it with,

“-Ok, Ok Bye!” (f/n) laughed, hanging up. “I swear nothing will happen!” She added with assurance trying to play off the seriousness with her chuckle.

Because what were the odds she’d be attacked?

What were the odds something so extraordinary would happen to the ordinary?

She was ready to put her phone back in her jacket’s pocket when she suddenly fell back. Her cell, which had been in her right hand, practically flew from her loose grasp as she came down.

It then slid farther from her and onto the crowded street, making her eyes round widely,

“Oh shit!” she fretted, crawling towards the fallen, little technological piece with haste. Fortunately, she hadn’t taken long to react, scrambling off from her ass and crawling towards the cell before someone carelessly stomped on it.

Once her hand came in contact with the phone the young woman snatched it and clutched it close to her chest, almost afraid to take a moment to look down at it, knowing it could be cracked.

Yet again she cursed, hoping to high heaven that it was just fine, or that at the very least, it had a tiny, itsy bitsy scratch she could just ignore.

Standing up, she gave a quick heave before dashing her (e/c) eyes down to the cell, finding it to be safe from any nasty damage.

Not a single chip or crack was in sight making her cry out of utter joy,

“Yes!” she chirped, her face wiped off of any trace of negative emotion, instead, looking elated.

It had taken her months to pay it off, and she would have been heartbroken to know the small splurge she’d invested in hadn’t lasted even a year.

‘Luck is on my side!’ She cheered.

A low rumble of curses then brought her eyes forward, causing them to land onto a man who seemed to be in a similar position as she was,

‘Hold on,’ She thought to herself, feeling her blood run cold. ‘You've got to be kidding me,’ She inwardly cried.

As she had trailed her eyes up to him, her breath hitched, immediately recognizing him from the descriptions, and biting her tongue, she refrained from saying something stupid that could trigger him.

He was someone an everyday person would gossip of, but never have the nerve to face, not even in a wild dream...

‘Shizuo Heiwajima.�� She confirmed once taking a second look at his outfit.

It was the same Shizuo Heiwajima she’d been warned to stay away from. The same one that couldn’t control his rage, who terrorized the entire city with flying vending machines on a daily occurrence as well.

‘THAT Shizuo Heiwajima...’ She thought to herself visibly shrinking. ‘Lucky me’ She panned, taking back her earlier declaration of good fortune.

“I’m so sorry!” she squeaked, quickly bowing her head in apology, “ I should have watched where I was going!” she blubbered, “ I’m really sorry!” she rambled on before the man, sticking her head down with the utmost respect.

‘Please don’t kill me!’ She translated in her mind, hoping he understood the unspoken cry through her apology.

Watching with widened eyes, he stared down the young woman with a look of surprise worn on his face. His full attention was on her to such a degree that almost everything else became an afterthought. Heck, even the guy he’d been chasing down became irrelevant by then.

He had even forgotten why he had been so angry in the first place…

‘Some dumbass…’ He dumbly thought to himself, ‘It’s always some dumbass,’ He added, knowing it was true.

“That dumbass who’s probably gone by now,” he tisked to himself, slowly coming back to his senses, his shoulders dropping in defeat.

Taking notice of his rather passive, defeated behavior she stood up with returning confidence, her concern growing for him instead,

“Hey...I didn’t hurt you did I?” she asked with worry, taking a small step forward, a notable concern visible on her lovely face. However, it was clearly noted she was still cautious not to come too close, despite the placid kindness being directed at him.

‘I wasn't the one that just flew a couple of feet…’ He thought to himself as he shook his head.

He then stared stunned at her as he saw her hand open before him. Nervously, her hand stretched out to him and with graciousness he took it, soon standing at his full height and towering before her,

‘I guess I should just thank her,’ He thought to himself, intent on doing so, however, he found difficulty in doing so.

He opened his mouth to speak, letting nothing but a small croak escape his dry mouth. With pursed lips he continued to stare down at the female, not knowing how to push out the jumbled words from his mouth.

To his misfortune, his voice caught in his throat, and instead of being a normal human being with actual social skills, he turned, walking away stiffly.

That day, Shizuo Heiwajima cowered, leaving the dumbfounded cutie with confusion in regards to their first encounter.

“Wait...what was really him?” She said softly, murmuring to herself with wonder.

She lightly gnawed at her thumb’s already abused and previously chewed little nail, not sure what to really think of him.

‘ Rather odd, but not at all some monstrous freak, ’ she thought to herself. ‘...Kind of cute actually,’ she mused with a small, girlish giggle. “Kind of cute?” she said out loud to herself as she contemplated over her daring, little thought.

“More like handsome, kind of charming,” she corrected herself thinking back to the man and the little stain of pink that may or may not have been painted over his face.

‘But wasn’t he supposed to bash my face in?’ She wondered. ‘Beat me up?’ She added, confused, though grateful none were part of the aftermath of their collision.

Her thoughts were then halted when she heard a different voice, deep and masculine with a heavy hint of an accent clearly not native to Japan,

“ Come try Russian sushi, yes?” The man said, offering her a gigantic smile of welcome.

“Russian sushi?” she repeated back, confused, “Is there such a thing?” she muttered before she turned to the voice.

And In her vision was a very tall man, with dark skin and grey eyes peering down at her.

She jumped seeing such a gigantic man towering over her, but quickly calmed at seeing he was just offering her a piece of paper.

Gingerly she accepted it, her eyes skimming over it.

“Ah, Russian sushi, so Russian accent,” she confirmed with a nod.

“Yes, yes, come try, you will like!” He said as he began to push her towards his shop. “ It's fresh! it's good!” He insisted, not giving her room for denial.

She sweatdropped as she allowed herself to be pushed inside because she knew that even if she tried to oppose, she doubted he’d let her slip by without her giving his restaurant a try.

Staying was a decision she didn't regret because she did enjoy it there and if she could give it an 8/10, a rating she’d be more than willing to rethink once she came back later in the week.

Her life then went on as usual, with the same ol same ol, except for one, tiny, little detail,

‘Shizuo,’ She mused, wondering just what he’d been up to the last few weeks.

Nothing had changed in her life except for the fact that every now and then, far too often in her opinion, she thought of the blonde man. Sometimes it was unexpected, remembering him throughout the course of the uneventful weeks with fondness.

Other times, like the present time, she willingly thought of him, wanting to know if the rumors about him were true,

‘Does he always wear that suit, and nothing more?’ She pondered, truly curious.

It was a cold winter night and Ikebukuro looked beautiful, a lovely sight to behold. The gentle descension of snowfall was a pretty sight to witness as it covered everything in sight, painting the streets with pure white.

As the snow came dancing down from the sky and peppering the streets with teenie dots of white, she smiled happily, not at all in opposition to the chillier days to come.

It was the first snow day of many to come, and she looked forward to what days lay ahead, fully prepared to enjoy each and every one.

She liked snow, and of course, what was much more, the chilliness of the night.

Momentarily, (f/n) found herself stopping, gazing up at the snowfall with memorization as the rest of the crowd went along their night, almost as though nothing had changed.

Almost like the beautiful sight was something of the everyday,

‘I guess that's what city life is,’ she thought to herself, taking into consideration that in such a buzzing and packed city, people didn’t have time to just stand and stare at the sky as idly as she did.

They had places to go, people to be with...

And those who weren't in a rush to get home had already had enough of the season.

Her tongue peeked from her lips, sticking out straight in wait of a teenie, little dot or two to land on it. And it didn’t take long before she caught some, having them instantly melt onto her warm muscle.

“ ah...I really do love Ikebukuro.” She mumbled, keeping her nose lifted, staring up at the darkened sky with glazed eyes of astonishment. “It’s so lovely here,” she added, digging her gloved hands in her coat pockets as she began to walk forward mindlessly.

She didn’t have a real destination, nowhere she had to really be at the moment, so decided she wanted to see more of the busy city.

Maybe she’d find some new place to eat, a new place to shop...

Heck, even some new friends.

‘I should get to talking to more people,’ She mused, knowing that co-workers didn’t really count.

She did also have (best friend) But they were out of the city, a long way from each other, studying off elsewhere to work on their dream career.

‘Maybe I should have also gone...’ She thought to herself, ‘Maybe I should have just taken the risk...go off somewhere else.’ She thought dejected.

‘Thinking of taking risks...’ she added while her mind yet again drifted off to the strange man she had met a couple of weeks ago,

‘Shizuo, I wonder if I’ll ever see you again... I also wonder If It'd be such a bad idea to go and look for you...’ she continued while her mind went to the blonde male, well aware that she had gotten an innocent, little infatuation with him.

With a blue sigh, she pouted, ‘Figures I’d set myself on someone so

…unattainable.’

Her body then clashed with another and she fell back with a small yelp, startled by the collision.

“Ahh man,” she sighed, and she winced as she slowly rose her head up, looking up at the man standing before her. And as luck would have it had been the one person she had found herself thinking of just a little too much lately,

Shizuo Heiwajima...

‘ It’s him, ‘ she thought while her (e/c) colored eyes rounded, a smile rising.

The same blonde-haired, sunglass-wearing guy from before was right there and to her disappointment, he looked not all too different from the first time she'd encountered him.

With the colder weather, everyone had decided to switch out to burlier clothing, something to bring warmth, but Shizuo was the strange man out, wearing the same bartender suit as that previous night, having nothing at all to save him from the cold night.

He looked exactly as he did the last time they met, except now he was adorned with few bruises over his face, red little blotches staining his white button-up shirt as well.

He tisked, a sound of obvious annoyance, preparing himself to give whatever idiot that crashed into him a good scare, when he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the person with widened eyes.

'No way,’ He thought while marveling at her.

it was the same girl that he ran into before, now sitting right in front of him, the same little, startled expression she had worn the first time being present.

‘Ah, damn…’ He thought to himself as he felt his mouth go dry, the little bit of saliva that he could gather up forcibly traveling down his throat as he tried to prep himself to say something, preferably something nice.

Something that wouldn't make her run off too quickly….

“Maybe this is how we’ll keep meeting, eh?” She said smiling, beating him, seeming to not think twice about starting a little conversation with him.

“You keep running into me,” she added, smiling with amusement, a hint of tease in her playful tone.

‘Does she even know who I am ?’ he wondered with a small huff.

“Yeah…” He responded, holding out his hand to her, one she took without hesitance.

Everything went by swimmingly until she frowned, pursing her lips together and sighing, seeming annoyed with something.

“ Oh... You shouldn't be walking around like that.” She Chided, shaking her head in disapproval and pointing towards him, more specifically his attire.

He looked down at his clothing and wondered just what the heck she was talking about, what bothering his choice of clothing did to her.

“It's so cold outside,” she said shaking her head at him. “....And you're wearing that,” she said in a knowing manner, a hand on her hip, fully judging him.

“ so ?” he responded, a bit roughly, raising his defenses up as she attacked his outfit, the same one his brother had so kindly given him.

“The so is that you’ll get sick,” she said in a ‘matter of fact’ fashion, her face showing worry, melting into sweet concern.

“ you don't know me,” he responded back, stuffing his hands in his pockets, glaring down at her, chewing on his tongue, knowing he was sounding like a complete asshole. He didn’t want to sound so sharp and dismissive, but she was making him nervous, the little woman making his heart grow erratic.

He’d been practicing small talk, little things he could say to her if he ever had the chance of running into her again, but as he found himself at the perfect moment to use his mirror exercises, he blanked.

“So?” She said copying in his earlier response, making his eyebrow twitch. “ I might not know you, but you can still get sick,” She elaborated.

‘Walking out in the cold like this,’ She thought with lightly pressed lips.

Didn’t anyone worry about the man?

Unwrapping the warm scarf around her neck she offered it to him with a gentle smile, “ Here,” she said to him. She held it out practically shoving it in his face, “ just take this,” she added softly.

To anyone else, the offer may have been easy to understand, but he seemed to not get the gist of what she was doing, staring quizzically at the held out piece of cloth.

Like before he said nothing and only stared down at her, the same face caught in between anger, frustration, and just a whole lot of other mixes of messy emotions he wasn’t well at controlling.

She gave him an exasperated smile and shook her head while seeming entertained by him, and he wondered if she smiled so much around everyone else.

Was she all giggles and smiles?

Was she always so cute?

“I can tell you're not the type of guy for hand me outs, especially from some stranger,” she giggled. “ nonetheless...take it please,” she added.

His eyes were unreadable to her as she couldn't see past the tinted frames, but if she had been able to peek past them she would have easily noticed that they were practically glowing with appreciation.

His hardened hazelnut orbs softened and glimmering with gratefulness he couldn't properly put into words because yet again his voice had died.

He inwardly cursed, belittling his stubborn mouth for not moving all while he berated himself for not being a normal human being.

And perhaps his behavior seemed strange to others, but to her it was endearing.

“Maybe next time we run into each other you can hand it back,” she told him, her heart fluttering at the idea.

She giggled against her will at the noticeable tinge of pink on his pale cheeks, because with such a serious face he looked adorable.

And once again, she wondered if this man, Shizuo Heiwajima was the same one the vicious rumors had made him out to be.

Was he really a violent man? Terrifying?

‘ Not likely...’ she thought.

She’d only met him twice, and each time it was pleasant to encounter.

He had the right to snap at her for bumping into him, but he didn’t. Instead, he stayed quiet, just shy enough to show off the sweet rosy color now present on his cheeks.

If anything, she concluded that he was just a bit more on the less social side, which she understood, being somewhat of an introvert herself.

“So just take it, It's fine !” she chirped with insistence. Giving him no escape by following up with a wave, dashing through the filled streets on her way home, grinning wildly, her heart happy and bouncing with each step.

“- Please take care of yourself! ” she advised him before running off into the crowd and eventually disappearing away through the mass of people.

She just wanted to go home now, push her face against a pillow and squeal, gush like a teen with a massive crush,

‘I can’t believe I ran into him again!

And I can’t believe I gave my scarf to him!’

It was only a matter of seconds before she vanished, not a strand of ( h/c) hair being left behind to trail after.

- Only then could he begin to function properly, finding his voice.

He then stared down at the piece of clothing and sighed, reluctantly wrapping it properly around his neck, his gloved hand momentarily stroking it, not being able to feel the material with his own hands, but from the way it tickled at the back of his neck, he could feel the softness, and even the warmth she left behind on it.

“At Least it's not flashy,” he muttered looking down at it.

It wasn't designed in any particular way that stood out, just a simple black color that seemed to be knitted wool.

if anyone were to see him wearing it they wouldn’t assume it belonged to anyone else but him.

But there was just one thing that was off...

A distinguishable scent invaded his senses, blocking out the rest of the city's mixed uniqueness, becoming the overpowering fragrance.

With his right hand, he pushed the material around his neck up slightly above his pointed nose, smothering it with the sweet smell.

‘ perfume.’ He figured, ‘ Her perfume...’

He stood motionless for a few seconds, lost in his thoughts, many of which were about the (h/c) woman, but he knew they had no true importance.

They were things like :

Did she knit the scarf herself? Or had she bought it?

Had a friend been thoughtful enough to give it to her?

Was it just perfume? Or was it the fabric softener she used?

Was it maybe body wash?

All he knew was that it was a sweet, little smell that surrounded him, making his mind grow jumbled with thoughts of the young woman, most of which included questions he had about her since he first saw her.

It made the already noticeable blush on his cheeks worsen, and he huffed in frustration.

His warm breath collided with the chilly air and made a large puff of white cloud form,

“Damn it …” he muttered, looking back to the direction (f/n) ran off to.

He should've thanked her...

He should have said something other than grunt like some wild boar...

He really should have...

‘I’m such an idiot,’ He thought to himself.

He regretted not doing so for the second time, proving he was nothing more than some unsociable buffoon not capable of even giving her a well deserved and good-natured thank you.

“Damn it !” he said louder, wanting to bash his head into a brick wall, maybe more than once… perhaps a good three or four times just to make sure he did a good job.

If he pushed everyone aside and sent their frail bodies flying as he dashed through... Would he then reach her..?

Would he somehow be able to find that sweet, little lady now that the full streets of Ikebukuro had swallowed her up? Or were their meetings only chance?

Two chances he had already blundered.

“It’d be my luck,” he grumbled, thinking about the possibility that this had been his one shot.

‘ What was her name?’ He wondered, inwardly cursing at the fact that in those two times, he hadn’t even bothered to ask for her name. She knew him very well, his name and his reputation, and yet she was a mystery to him.

A cute face without a name...

“She’s probably gone by now..” He said looking up at the darkened sky.

‘ She was pretty cute... ‘

So cute he thought about her again that night, not knowing he was on her mind with similar regrets.

......................

He took a low drag of his cigarette, the last of the death stick as he thought about her some more. By that point, nothing was able to give him ease as even his favorite brand of smoke was falling short.

He looked down at his watch's face, the hour hand finally changing before his eyes.

In his opposite hand, he held the black scarf, unintentionally squeezing it tight in his nervous hand.

Leaned against an open shop’s wall he waited for her to show up, having realized that it was around the time she usually passed by.

With another hour passing him, and an extra twenty-five minutes to add along to the waiting time, Shizuo sighed largely, his head hanging,

“ I look like an idiot, “ he muttered, his grip on the scarf tightening.

The hand where he wore his watch was also full, holding a small arrangement of flowers he had picked out, now being bent at their stems.

Pushing himself off from the building, he decided to go back home, having spent too much of his time waiting on someone that wouldn't show.

Someone he didn’t even know...

In all his frustrated disappointment he then caught the sight of (h/c) colored hair, the side profile of a familiar beauty walking right past him.

It was a desperate, daring move, but as she took a step forward his arm shot out, pressed against her midsection to hold her back, causing her to suddenly yelp.

“Hey just who-” Stopping midway through her rant she looked up at the blonde, her face instantly brightening, rid of all the trace of annoyance she had begun to show,

“Oh Shizuo!” she chirped, smiling brightly as though she’d just caught sight of an old friend.

“It’s really you!” She said with a small grin, not at all bothered by their proximity, nor his intimate hold on her, seeming somewhat disappointed when he let go, giving her the ability to properly face him,

“Here,” he said stiffly, shoving the crushed blossoms in her hands, and with Wide eyes, she gazed down at them,

‘He got me flowers,’ She mused, not able to hide the instant wash of giddiness that drowned her.

‘He got me flowers...’ She thought again as he walked alongside her, suggesting to walk her home, his justification being that there was a murder on the streets, one he’d protect her from.

‘He’s walking me home...’ She added, her face glowing the entire time.

“Thank you for walking me home,” she said softly, speaking with notable appreciation, “And for the scarf,” she added. “ Oh… and the flowers, “ she continued on, still holding on to the ruined bouquet, holding them with both hands, caring for them as though they hadn’t been completely destroyed by his stupid strength already.

“Yeah…” he muttered, his face drawing away from her, but his eyes peering down to the small flowers, slowly trailing them up to the small, pretty smile she wore.

“Well...this is it,” She informed him, stopping at a small apartment complex, “Luckily for me, it's right at the front,” She told him, gesturing towards the small entranceway facing the street.

“Um...Shizuo?” She said softly, seeming shy at the little utter. She gestured him closer with her index finger, and surely he came down to her, thinking she had something else to say, but to his surprise she came up to him, softly pressing her lips over his cheek, her warm lips spreading heat through his entire face, going against the chilly air’s own caress.

Backing away from him she hid behind her door, peeking out at him, her pretty (e/c) eyes batting, “ Thank you Shizuo… thank you for being gentleman,” she told him, seconds before she closed the door on him, a soft click of the door properly closing up, followed by another as she placed the lock on it sounded.

Dumbly, he stood motionless, staring at the spot before him where she had stood. With his hand slowly raising up, his fingers grazed over the small spot she had kissed him.

He couldn't believe she had actually done it or even considered it.

Putting his hand in his pockets he then hung his head, realizing he hadn't asked her for her name yet again.

They’d actually talked, swapping little mindless stories, and he was even led to her home, yet still had no name.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered while he hung his head, however this time around, he wasn’t defeated.

He wore a small smile, still feeling the ghost of the sweet press to his cheek present over his flesh.

‘Well...there's always tomorrow,’ He thought to himself, chuckling to himself as he thought of all the little excuses he could make to talk to her, knowing that it probably wasn’t necessary for him to wait out her door, because eventually, they’d run into each other again,

‘I’ll get it right,’ He mused, his walk back home pleasant as he thought of all the ways he could try and make her smile.

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tamcitrus · 4 years

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Home.

pairing: Oikawa x f!reader.

genre: fluff, domestic. (sfw)

warnings: manga spoilers for Oikawa after graduation!

words: 900~.

Tam’s notes: Happy birthday to The my Great King! I can’t even explain how much I love him. I wrote this short little thing last night to celebrate his birthday. Thanks a lot to @dorkyama and @sunshinesatori for beta-reading this! I was sleepy and tipsy when I wrote this alñskjdñas ♥

You and Oikawa had met many years ago, as soon as he joined the CA San Juan club. You worked at the club as a physical therapist and assisted him on his admittance exams. You also doubled as an English-Spanish translator. Very few people in the club didn't speak English, nor did they speak Japanese, so you'd help with communication if all those people would happen to be together.

Along the years you got closer and closer and finally ended up together. You bought a comfy apartment in a nice neighborhood close to the club. You divided your time in work hours, your private consulting room, and him. He divided his hours in training, the club, and you.

When he told you about him getting the Argentina citizenship, you didn't even blink. Of course he was going to show a 200% commitment with the club because that's who he was. Committed, perseverant, dedicated, passionate. Of course he would go so far as to get the citizenship.

So, when someone in the club let it slip to you that he already got it, you prepared a surprise for him.

"Baby, is everything good? You never call me from work," he answered his phone and sounded breathless.

"I'm just craving something and you're closer to it. Could you go to get some ice cream from that store we went to last time when you’re done in the club?"

"Craving? Is your period on time?" he laughed.

"Yes, Tooru! Gosh, you’re making me nervous," you giggled.

"Well, choose your words wisely next time, honey," he said and you could hear the smirk on his voice. "Ok, I'll get the ice cream. I have to go, see you at home."

"Bye, babe!"

Now you had an extra 30 minutes for him to come home. You rushed out of your consulting room and ran to buy everything you needed for the special dinner. Three hours and a lot of shopping later, you had a whole dinner with japanese dishes. Sushi, ramen, takoyaki, sake. A bit of everything for sharing between two and, of course, milk bread.

"Baby, I'm home!" he announced. He put your ice cream in the fridge. "I have great news to share with you!"

"Hey babe, welcome back," you smiled from your seat on the table.

"Woah, what's all this?"

"First your news," you said and offered him a glass of wine.

"I'm officially Argentinian," he smiled and showed you his little ID card. It no longer was tagged as foreign.

"Tooooooru, I'm so happy for you, congratulations!" you threw your arms around his neck and he grabbed your waist with one arm to lift you up a bit and walk to the table.

"Your turn now. What's all this?"

"Celebration for you getting the citizenship!" you let him go and showed him his seat. "We've got all kinds of Japanese food, or everything I could think of, and your favorite dessert! I just wanted you to have something that reminded you of your home today," you explained.

"This is my home now, love," he kissed you. "You are."

"I know, I just-" you blushed.

"I'm just messing with you. This is awesome and I love it," he sat on his chair and guided you to sit on his lap.

"You'll make it to the national team now, I'm sure. You'll kick everyone's ass," you kissed his cheek.

"I've got a free day tomorrow. Wanna play a drinking game?"

"You bet. But let's eat first."

"How did you know I got the citizenship today?"

"That's a secret," you stick your tongue out to him. "Now, let's eat!"

You finished your dinner talking about your day. Then, you moved to the couch to share a blanket and watched a movie.

"Did I ever tell you what my favorite alien movie is?" you asked him. He shook his head. "Signs. Have you seen it?"

"I don't think I have."

"Each time we get scared, we drink," you said.

"Let's start then, baby."

By the end of the movie you were already tipsy and snuggling by your boyfriend's side.

"We should go to bed now, babe," he laughed when you refused to let go of his arm, safely locked between your arms and against your chest.

"I really really love you, Tooru~", you babbled and kissed his arm.

"I love you too, y/n-chan," he said, sweetly, and kissed you. "Want me to carry you to bed?"

"Pretty please," you pouted.

He took you bridal style to your shared bed and hugged you from behind, being the big spoon.

"I'm happy you feel this is your home," you whispered. "I'm really happy to meet you and for being your partner."

"You're the best thing that happened to me here," he kissed your neck. "Now sleep."

"Iwaizumi is coming."

"What?"

"Hajime is coming. He's part of your birthday gift," you explained.

"That's awesome."

His birthday was months apart yet but you found a way to make it awesome already.

After a few minutes of silence, he felt your breathing get really soft. You were sleeping. He pulled the covers over your bodies and cuddled with you again.

You, right here between his arms, were his home now.

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dumbchickwrites · 4 years

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office affairs -- part 1

Pairing: CEO!Sam Wilson x Reader

Summary: Sam is the CEO of the Red Wing PR agency where Reader has been working for the past two years. Problem is, they both think one hates the other. However, when their friends set them up on a blind date, they’ll realise that it was all a big misunderstanding.

Words: 1.9K

Warnings: language.

A/N: This new series is part of @marvelmaree‘s birthday challenge (happy birthday Maree!) The series will be updated part by part and the masterlist will be available on my blog as well as Maree’s. I hope you enjoy! <3

“What do you think about him, Nat?”

Maria shoves her phone in Natasha’s face, stopping the redhead from biting into her taco. Nat doesn’t seem to mind though. She’s used to Maria’s antics.

“Hmm, no. She’d leave halfway through the date,” Natasha said, scrunching her nose at the screen.

“Hum, hello? I’m right here?” you wave your hands in front of their faces and scoff when they look at you like you just interrupted a discussion at the Pentagon. “Can you guys do this another time?”

When Maria and Natasha offered to set you up on a blind date a few days ago, you thought they were joking. Which is understandable, you know, they had a few drinks in them already and it was late. So you just laughed the absurd conversation off like a normal person.

The only issue is, they were dead serious and to this day, they’re still looking for a date. You would try to stop them, but you gave up two days ago after they got your sister Noelle involved. That traitor agreed to team up with them to find you a date because – and quote “your coochie is probably covered in spiderwebs already”. After that you decided to let them have their fun. Not because your coochie is… your coochie is fine, okay? Thank you very much.

Natasha finally takes a bite of her taco, the crunch of the tortilla making you wince slightly, and turns her attention back to the phone. You scoff at the blatant disrespect. Unfortunately, the action doesn’t pair well with the grain of rice that was apparently stuck in your throat and you start coughing like a madwoman.

This is the moment your boss chooses to sneak a peek in Maria’s office.

“Hey ladies—woah, is everything okay?” Mr. Wilson asks, slightly alarmed.

You nod as best as you can, your eyes filled with tears, and turn your back to him in hopes to preserve your last ounce of dignity as you choke on your miserable grain of rice. Maria hands you a bottle of water as Natasha reassures Mr. Wilson.

“We’re okay, Sam. She’s just enjoying her sushi a bit too much.”

“Oh. See you later, then.”

You don’t see him wave, and you don’t see the look your friends share either.

“Oh my God!” You exhale once the cough is gone. “I just saw my life flash before my eyes.”

“Oh please, would you stop being such a drama queen?”

Nat hands you a napkin and you use it to dry your tears. You’ll touch up your makeup after lunch.

You brush off the comment and take another sip of water before you speak. “I feel like the esteem he has for me is totally gone by now. Or do you think there’s still a bit left? I mean I outdid myself with the Drax event last month.”

“Sam doesn’t hate you. He’s just…”

You raise your eyebrows at Maria, waiting for her to finish her sentence but nothing comes. You throw your arms in the air in defeat.

For a reason unknown to you, Sam Wilson, CEO of the PR agency Red Wing, does not like you very much. At least that’s what you’re assuming. You’ve never done anything but a good job for the two years you’ve been working at the company and yet, every time you make eye contact with the man he averts his gaze like you’re Medusa or something. The worst thing is, he’s friendly with almost everyone else. Natasha is one of his closest friends, and in a relationship with his best friend – she practically helped him build the company. So yes, you kind of feel like the black sheep of the office.

“You know what,” you say, pouring more soy sauce in the little receptacle that came with the food. “Maybe something’s keeping him away from me, the universe—or God, and maybe that’s for the best.” You finish with a shrug.

“Believe it or not, Sam’s actually a decent person.”

“Okay.”

Natasha and Maria share another look before the three of you move onto another topic as you finish your lunch.

The rest of the afternoon at work is uneventful. All of your projects are up to date already because you like to be ahead of things, so you decide to just call it a day and head home early.

Before you do, you drop by Maria’s office to say bye. She simply nods and waves without taking the phone away from her ear. And of course Natasha’s office is the last stop.

Her blinds are always drawn over the glass walls, so you never know what happens in there. The last time you barged in her office she was making out with her boyfriend James, and God help you, you never want to know what would have happened if you’d gone in there a minute later. So naturally you knock, then go in when she answers.

And you freeze in the doorway.

Mr. Wilson is in here. That’s not uncommon. She’s his right hand lady. They’re almost always together. You know that. So why are you standing here awkwardly? Mr. Wilson smiles at you. It’s a polite smile – a professional smile – the kind that doesn’t really reach his eyes and for a moment you wonder what he looks like when he smiles from the heart.

That is before he looks away and shakes his head, like he can’t even stand the sight of you. You hold the sigh and the eye roll.

“I just wanted to say bye,” you say to Natasha. “I’m heading home early.”

“All right, sugar. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You give her a smile then head out, finally releasing that sigh.

Home is where the heart is. And what better way to describe your eight year old niece than that?

Michelle is the light of your life. She’s the smartest, funniest little girl you’ve ever met and a gift that keeps on giving. She arrived when you were still in college, and you moved in with your sister, at her request, when Michelle was born. The three of you have been inseparable ever since.

Usually at this time of the day, Michelle would still be at school, but she’s recovering from a cold and her mom doesn’t want her near other kids during this time.

The sound of “Almost There” from The Princess and the Frog greets you as you step into the foyer of your home. You hum along quietly as you kick your heels off, get rid of your coat and leave your purse on the messy console.

“Sounds like you’re feeling better Mimi,” you tease the little girl with a smile once you get to the living room.

She immediately stops singing along and runs toward you to give you a hug.

“I am! But mommy said I can’t go to school for another couple of days,” she pouts.

“She’s right, that was a nasty cold you had there.”

Mimi throws her head back in a dramatic groan which makes you chuckle. She loves going to school and learning, which is something you’re very grateful for. Homework time always goes smoothly and she’s actually excited to go to school in the morning.

Your niece goes back to the couch and buries herself under the mountain of blankets and pillows before she turns her attention back to the movie.

“Hey Noelle,” you greet your sister when you get to the kitchen.

You’re not actually hungry but you could use a cookie or two. Maybe three.

“Hey,” Noelle lifts her eyes from her laptop. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, I was done with today’s work. I can see you can’t say the same for yourself.”

Noelle rolls her eyes. “Elena just dumped two new manuscripts on my ass. Thank God I love my job and the pay because girl, I’m exhausted.” She takes her glasses off and rubs her eyes with the heels of her hands.

“Tea?”

“Yes, please.”

You pour water in the kettle and set it on the stove. You take out two mugs, a Tinkerbell one for Noelle and a Dumbo one for you, your favourite jasmine tea bags and honey.

“How was work?” Noelle asks as she shut her laptop and puts in on top of the pile of manuscripts next to her.

“The usual. Nat and Maria are still bothering me with this blind date business and I blame you for it.”

“Me?” Noelle feigns innocence with a hand on her chest.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes.

Seeing that you’re not buying her cheap act, Noelle straightens in her seat and starts fiddling with the Post-Its sticking out of the manuscripts. “Actually, I think we found someone.”

You nearly drop the teaspoons you’re holding.

“You what?”

“You heard me.”

You narrow your eyes at her.

You’ve always had a good relationship with your sister. She’s your best friend, she’s been by your side through every rough patch of your life, and you know she’ll always be here for you. But sometimes, she really, really gets on your goddamn nerves. Not just because of situations like these. Noelle is the kind of person who puts everyone’s needs before her own, that is why she often finds herself drowning in a sea of problems that aren’t even hers. More than once you’ve had to be the one to pull her out of the water.

The whistle of the kettle makes you stop with the murder glare and you pour the water into the mugs.

“You have to stop being so wary. Don’t you trust us?”

“Not right now, no.”

Noelle gives you a look.

“Just give it a chance.”

“Oh, like you gave a chance to Amara’s mom?” you say, eyebrows raised and voice dripping with sass.

“It’s not—She—I’m busy with the—”

“Aht aht! I don’t wanna hear it!” you raise your hand and grab your mug, heading to the living room.

You settle on the couch with Noelle and Mimi – who’s now watching some kids’ cooking show-- and the three of you enjoy the rest of the afternoon together.

Some time during the evening, while you’re going through your skin care routine, your phone dings with a message notification. It says Natasha added you to the group chat Spider Coochie.

These girls…

Nat: So�� we found someone.

Maria: This is amazing. I’m already excited.

Noelle: GIRL.

You: You can’t be serious.

Maria: Oh but we are.

Nat: Friday night, L’Orage, 8:00. “Spider” is what you’ll say to the host.

You: “Spider”? Are you fucking kidding me?

You hear Noelle cackle as you sit on the edge of you bed.

Maria: Hey, it was your sister’s idea.

You roll your eyes.

You: Can I at least get a hint?

Noelle: Hell no.

Nat: Everything’s gonna be fine. You can go to bed now.

You: Ugh. I don’t even have the strength to argue with you.

Maria: Good.

You lock your phone with a loud groan – loud enough to make sure Noelle hears it from wherever she is – and you let your body fall on the mattress.

As much as you try to pretend you’re annoyed by all of this, you can’t help but be excited by the idea. A bit curious as well. But you trust your friends. They would never put you in an embarrassing position and pair you up with some awful sewer rat.

A sigh leaves your lips.

As the saying goes: “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.”

#maree's29thbirthdaybash #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson x black reader

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basiccortez · 4 years

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Defenseless Ch. 2

synopsis: CJ Jackson, looks like she has it all. Fancy car, fancy house, name brand clothing. Her parents, top boosters to Beverly, with money to make all sorts of situations go away. As well as the Jackson family looks put together, past secrets haunt them. With the new transfer student catching the eye of CJ Jackson, can old friendships be fixed. Or are somethings just meant to stay broken. "I told you, as long as I live, no one would know."

word count: 5.2k

pairing: Jordan Baker x OC (CJ Jackson)

warnings: talk of drugs, talk of addiction, talk of a juvenile being in trouble, teen drinking, language, high school boys being high school boys.

"Maybe, we shouldn't have kept her in that school."

"Chris, we talked about this. The best way for her to contain a normal life is by staying there."

"You didn't hear her cry today, Pauline." She could hear his heavy sigh, "That baby has lost everything, and you know how teenagers can be. I don't want to lose her anymore than we already have."

"I can email Mrs. Riley, and tell the boys to be on the lookout for her. You know Colton won't let anything slip."

CJ heard her dad's loud laughter from the spot she sat. She sat on the dark staircase behind the kitchen wall listening to her parents talk. After she had come home from her terrible dance rehearsal, she had hid in her room all night doing homework and listening to music.

"Oh I know," Her dad said, "Cobe won't let anything slip either. Carver has some pull with the football boys. Roman will help too."

"What more of an Army does one girl need." Her mother said.

CJ smiled weakly, thinking of all the boys in her life. Cobe, the eldest Jackson boy, was a senior, and a soccer star. He ruled the field much like he ruled the school being the student body preside. And, holds the title like if he were the king. Every booster presentation, he wore his best suit and tie, cleaned his shoes, and had his waves done perfectly. The whole Jackson family thought he would go to Stanford or Yale, his dream colleges, but he caught them all off guard by joining the Army when he turned 18. Their mother was pissed, and didn't talk to him for 2 days. Pauline sat down with her oldest, scolded him for not telling her, but listened to his side, and supported him.

Colton and CJ were twins. Colton being the older one, and not letting CJ live that down, at all. They both had the biggest brown eyes, ones that looked like pools of honey when the sunlight caught them. Colton's main focus was basketball, and everything basketball. There were times that he wished he was named after the great Kobe Bryant. But Cobe always reminded that he should've been born first. Colton was yet to commit anywhere, wanting to wait until after his junior year. He was praying for UCLA or LSU.

Carver was the youngest Jackson sibling, being a sophomore, and an amazing tight-end, getting his dad's football talent. Even as a sophomore, he had offers already, but much like Colton, he was waiting until senior year. Carver, even though as athletic as the other brothers, was also involved in other things. Music was his passion, growing up with old "cook-out" music- as their father would say- lead him to wanting to be a music major. Carver's room was littered with vinyl records, concert posters, and 8-tracks. CJ and Carver could spend hours arguing about the main message behind Tupac's Dear Mama.

Roman was the last boy in CJ's life. He, unlike the other boys, was not related to CJ. Roman was also on the football team, and played defensive end. He was a junior like CJ and Colton. Roman had basically lived in the Jackson house, being best friends with Colton, and dating Carver. Roman and Carver had been dating for almost 2 years now, and no one knew besides the Jackson family.

Carver was out to the school, and everyone couldn't be prouder of him. Carver wasn't afraid to be who he was. The boys on the football team accepted him. But Roman, was fearful of what his parents would do. He grew up in church, and hearing his mother curse about the pride parade every year in Beverly Hills. He was terrified about what his football friends would say. Yeah, they accepted Carver, but that didn't stop the whispers in the locker room when Carver would leave.

"He was totally starring at your junk," "If he tackles you, he might get hard" "Don't catch the ball like a fairy" "I don't wanna be the only one in the showers with him," "We should get rainbow uniforms" "Maybe he would do better on the cheer team"

All the siblings had heard the whispers and rallied around Carver. CJ was Carver's biggest fan, and biggest fighter. She had taken Carver to his first pride parade when he was in 8th grade. It broke Carver when CJ was sent away. He would visit her every weekend, and send letters nonstop. He was thrilled when she came home early. But like everyone else, he had a reputation to uphold. So even he turned his back on her at school today.

"It'll all work out for her, she's too strong to let anything break her." Pauline said coming up to her husband. She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back, "Where are they anyway? It's too quiet."

"CJ is around the corner." Chris said and CJ froze. "You've been sitting on those stairs since you were a little girl. Can't believe there's no ass print in the wood yet."

"Chris!" Pauline said laughing. CJ let out a laugh and stood up from the stairs. She walked into the kitchen in her baggy basketball shorts and a loose t-shirt, that was probably one of her brothers, "Hey baby girl." Pauline kissed CJ's forehead, as she walked over to the oven to get dinner out, "Cauliflower steaks- request from Cobe, with asparagus, zucchini, mushroom sauce. Pasta salad and mac n cheese for a side. Apple pie for dessert, request from-"

"Me! Ain't no more goofy ass fake ass-"

"Finish that sentence, Colton, I dare you." Mom said giving Colton her famous glare. Colton shut his mouth real quick and kissed his mom's cheek as he came and grabbed a water out of the fridge, "Boy! Go shower too! You stank!"

"Smell of success, momma!" Colton said lifting his arms up, and showing off the pit stains on his red t-shirt.

"Ugh! Who the hell let the skunk in?" Cobe said coming down the stairs and smelling Colton.

"You think you got jokes, Pres?" Colton said walking over to his older brother.

"At least he don't smell like an onion." Carver said, Roman tagging along behind him, coming into the kitchen.

"Y'all all smell!" CJ said laughing. All the boys looked at each other, before all running over to CJ.

The girl squealed and took off running from her brothers. She ran towards the opening to the living room, but Cobe ran around the other side and blocked her. She quickly turned towards the dinning room, where Carver was waiting for her. Carver ran towards her, and CJ turned around running towards the kitchen again, where her dad was ready to catch her. She dodged past her dad, and was quickly picked up in strong arms. She fought against them until she was thrown into the pool.

"Ah!" She screamed as she hit the cold water. She came up from the water splashing, and laughed as she saw all 4 men, plus Roman laughing on the pool side, "Y'all think y'all funny?"

"Oh we real funny." Colton said.

"You children!" Pauline laughed coming out of the kitchen. She threw her dish towel over her shoulder and crossed her arms. All 5 males turned towards her and froze, "Y'all done with the games?"

"Yes ma'am." They all answered at the same time.

"Good. Cobe, you're gym bag does not live by the front door, pick it up. Colton, I know I didn't raise you to smell like a garbage can, hit the shower. Carver, see that table in there, set it. Roman, you can help him. Mr. Jackson, that salad ain't gonna make itself." Pauline said, and all the boys went their instructed ways, "And you," She said looking at her daughter who was soaking wet in the pool, "Dry off and get clean."

The next day, The Jackson siblings all arrived together in their shiny white Jeep Wrangler. Colton parked the car next to Roman's black Tahoe. CJ used to joke that Roman looked like security detail for a famous person driving that black SUV around.

"Morning, Jacksons." Roman said to the bunch as they got out of the car. Roman gave a head nod to Carver. Carver rolled his eyes and slammed the door shut.

"You going to Mrs. Riley first?" Colton asked his younger sister.

"Have to every day." CJ answered and Colton sighed, "Go on, I'll be fine."

"Mom said to look-"

"I know what mom said," CJ cut off Cobe, "But I can handle myself."

"You can eat lunch with me and Alana." Cobe offered to his sister, who just scrunched her nose up.

"If there's anyone that I hate more than Emily Pierce, it's Alana Kadee." CJ said and pulled her bag over her loose t-shirt, "I'll be fine. Besides, I have him." CJ smiled seeing Spencer waiting behind her group of brothers, "Bye."

The boys watched as CJ pushed through them and over to Spencer James, who greeted the Jackson girl with a wide smile. The two of them walked into school together, and could fell all eyes on them.

"We trust him?" Colton asked the guys.

"He a good guy, little rough on the team player shit, but he's good." Roman said.

"As long as he don't do pull a Jordan Baker on her, I'm fine with it." Cobe said and the guys agreed. "Ain't no man gonna hurt my sister again."

CJ had battled her way through Anatomy, composition, and physics by the time the lunch bell had rang. Spencer waited outside of the girl's classroom and walked with her to lunch. Spencer talked about practice and a pool party at the Baker household. CJ was quiet and let Spencer vent practice and how it went.

"So how was it hanging out with the steroid set?" CJ asked, as she picked up a piece of her sushi.

"Are you serious?" Spencer asked the girl.

CJ laughed and shook her head, "I'm kidding. I used to mess with them and say that."

Spencer laughed and studied the girl before asking, "What happened between you and them? They know you, but they act like they don't wanna know you."

CJ took a deep breath, she knew this would come up sooner or later, "We used to be close, and then things happened. They became football stars and I became the. . .social pariah of Beverly High school."

"Man, shut up you're cool." Spencer said.

"Okay, yeah, says the new guy." CJ joked, "It's shocking, I know, but no one is eager to hang out with juvie girl, post detention center."

"Juvie? Elaborate."

"I just went down a bad path, things happened out of my control." CJ shrugged, "Parents paid a big time lawyer to help me out, and here I am. 75k and 90 days later. I'm fine now, just 90 days of parole."

"Is it?" Spencer asked, looking into her honey brown eyes.

CJ was about to answer, when a tray was placed loudly down on the table. The Jackson girl looked up and saw Cobe swinging his leg over the lunch table bench. Before CJ could protest him sitting there, Roman pulled up next to her. Carver sat his stuff down on the other side of Spencer, and Colton decided to nestle himself right in between CJ and Spencer. CJ rolled her eyes and leaned forward to still talk to Spencer.

"Spencer, meet the other, uglier versions of me. Cobe, Colton, Carver, and Roman- the adopted brother." CJ said introducing the boys.

"Nice to meet you," Spencer said politely, greeting all of the boys.

"Welcome to Beverly, I'm Colton, older twin, basketball star, black belt."

"He's lying." "I'm not lying." The twins said at the same time. CJ glared at her twin brother, as a familiar female voice started speaking.

"Spencer?" The voice asked, "Oh hey Jackson brothers, and Roman."

"Hey Layla," Carver answered the light-skinned girl.

"I'm throwing a party at my place tonight. It's just a small team thing, to celebrate the start of the season, and I was hoping you could make it." Layla spoke. CJ looked down at her food and picked at it as she was talking. Cobe could feel the tension rolling off of his younger sister's body, and wanted to yell at Layla for even approaching them.

"Yeah, for sure. We'll try to come by for a bit." Roman answered for the boys. Layla smiled at him and looked at CJ.

"Great," Layla said to the table, "Bye CJ." CJ looked up at Layla as she walked away and didn't say anything. The boys all looked at CJ who just rolled her eyes. Colton watched Spencer, as his head followed Layla as she walked away, and gave him a look.

"What?" Spencer asked.

"A, she's taken. That's Asher's girlfriend, okay?" Colton said.

"And B, those parties, I'd stay clear." CJ spoke up.

Spencer agreed, but there was a look in his eye that gave away his true intentions. The lunch bell rang, dismissing the teens back to class. CJ said goodbye to the boys before heading to Mrs. Riley's room for a check in and get her community service project. Her project was based out of Crenshaw Community Center. She'd be tutoring elementary and middle school children in Science.

When dance practice rolled around, CJ was determined to take her spot back. CJ was the first one dressed and in the gym for practice. It gave her enough time to turn her phone on and go over the Countdown dance, like it was supposed to be done.

Jordan could hear the music from down the hall as he walked Hadley to the locker room, "Are you late?" He asked his girlfriend.

"No. . . it must be Emily practicing. No matter how hard she tries, she will never be CJ good. That girl is amazing, the way she can move. Looks just like her mom when she's dancing." Hadley spoke.

"Yeah. I remember all those dance awards on her walls." Jordan smiled remembering going to her competitions, "I should get going," Jordan kissed Hadley goodbye before walking down the hallway towards the music coming from the gym.

Jordan stood in the doorway in awe, watching the way CJ flawlessly moved around the space. She was completely lost in the tempo of the song playing. Her body was telling a story, and so was the song she chose. Jordan could see the pain that was coming across in her movements. The way it looked like she couldn't catch the beat, but she was perfectly on time.

"Just don't give up, I am working it out. Please don't give in, I won't let you down. It messed me up, need a second to breathe. Just keep coming around. Hey, whataya want from me. Whataya want from me?"

Jordan couldn't help but feel guilt listening to the words. The song was picked for a reason, and CJ knew it. He watched as she flawlessly leaped into the air, and land it perfectly. Her turns were executed without any hesitation and with full control. When the music finished, she ended on her knees, her chest moving up and down rapidly as her eyes were closed, trying to slow her heart rate.

Jordan didn't know if he should clap or say something, before he could move he heard clapping from the other side of the gym. CJ opened her eyes and briefly glanced at Jordan before looking to where the sound was coming. Spencer James walked into the gym, a wide smile on his face, and CJ stood up from the ground. Jordan left as Spencer started talking to the girl. He headed down to the football locker room, trying even harder to forget about CJ Jackson.

"That was. . . amazing." Spencer spoke to the light skin girl.

"Thanks. I listened to a lot of music in juvie, and this was one of my favorite songs. It spoke to me." CJ said and her eyes drifted over to where Jordan was standing.

"Well it was amazing." Spencer said.

"It was," The pair was cut off by a familiar annoying voice breaking into the gym, "Excuse me, Spencer is it? You need to leave, closed practice. And CJ, next time you want extra ''practice'' run it by the captain first." Emily said to the two.

"Show more later?" Spencer asked CJ and the girl smiled, watching Spencer walk off.

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but you will never hold the captain spot again. You might have been the best dancer in the conference, but not anymore." Emily sneered to CJ. CJ took one step getting in Emily's face, and could feel the girl uncomfortable by the sudden conforntation.

"The only person who won't be holding a captain spot anymore is you. And trust me sis, it's not me who needs the extra practice. The mess you call a dance, is a shit show and you know it. It's a Beyonce song, and you ain't it sweetie. You are more like. . ." CJ paused looking the ginger girl up and down, "Chanel West Coast, and I'm Nicki Minaj. No competition at all."

CJ pushed past Emily, and grabbed her water bottle as the rest of the dance team started filling in the gym. Emily walked over to a group of girls and yelled at them to start stretching. Mrs. Williams came into the gym and set down her clipboard and called all the girls together.

"We are learning a new dance today, and CJ will be teaching it." Mrs. Williams said. CJ smirked as she felt Emily's glare on her back, "So let's get ready. Spread out."

"Chrisy?" Her mother spoke, knocking on her bedroom door. CJ sat up from the blankets she was buried under and paused the Twilight movie she was watching, "No plans tonight? It's a Friday night."

"These are my plans." CJ said pointing to a half naked Taylor Lautner on her TV screen.

"Half naked werewolf boys aren't a plan." Pauline laughed and walked over to sit on her daughter's bed, "I know that there is a team party at Layla's tonight."

"I know. I knew I probably couldn't go anyway."

"Your curfew is midnight, on the dot, no later. Colton will drive you and Dad will pick you up."

"Mom, are you say. . ."

"You have been through enough. Your Dad, Mrs. Riley, and I talked, we agreed that going to a team party with your brothers was okay. As long as you promise you can pass a drug test tomorrow morning."

CJ jumped up from her bed and hugged her mother tightly. Pauline smiled and hugged her daughter back. It was the first time in months that the two have hugged each other like this, in a happy moment.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" CJ squealed.

"You're welcome. Now get dress, child, you look a mess. And no Jackson child of mine will be looking a mess." Pauline said smiling at her daughter. CJ smiled at her mother and then jumped up towards her closet. CJ invited her mother to stay and help her get ready for the party.

Pauline, her mother, was a retired Dallas Cowgirl dancer, and now an editor for Vogue. Pauline had met Chris Jackson after the Chiefs had played the Cowboys, and it was love at first sight. She had grown up in east Oakland, and had come from nothing. She danced to put herself through college, which she ended up getting her degree in Dance. She worked hard for what she wanted, and wanted people to know that. She expected the best out of her kids, and wanted them to always put their best foot forward.

CJ let her mom fix her box braids, pulling them half up, half down. She wore a baggy black Aliyah t-shirt with a stripped long sleeve underneath it. Her jeans were loose with more hole then there were jean. She pulled on her crisp white air forces and smiled at herself.

"Beautiful." Pauline smiled and kissed her daughter's forehead, "Remember, midnight. Colton's downstairs waiting for you."

CJ nodded and headed downstairs where her twin was waiting. CJ and Colton made their way to the lime green 1972 camaro, which was Colton's baby. He only brought it out for important events such as parties, homecoming, dates, and prom.

"Scratch the paint, and you're dead." He told his twin as she opened the door to the car.

The party was in full swing when they arrived. The door to the Keating household was wide open, and you could hear the music from down the street. Teens were on couches doing bong hits, shots, making out. Red solo cups were in almost every teen hand. Splashes could be seen as the glass doors to the outside were pulled back.

"Hey Colt!" A half naked JJ said as he came up to the twins, "CJ, my girl." JJ tried to hug the twins but they both pushed him back seeing as he was soaking wet.

"Leave it to JJ to make me feel somewhat welcome." CJ said to her brother. He smirked and threw his arm over her shoulder.

"You are welcome, you always have been. If they don't accept you, you don't need them. Now come on, I guarantee there is a Sprite tropic berry with your name on it."

At some point during the party, the siblings had broken away from each other. Colton was probably in some room with one of the many girls at the party. And CJ sat alone, her feet swinging over the side of the deck, as looked at the California hills. It was peaceful for her, she hadn't seen the lights of the city like this in a long time. The view of Layla's house had been one of the many things she liked about it.

"You lost?" Jordan Baker said standing behind her. CJ sighed and didn't say anything, but swing her legs back to the side of the deck, and stand up. She brushed herself off and started walking away from Jordan, "Where are you going?"

"Away. I know when I'm not wanted somewhere." She said to the QB. Jordan sighed and grabbed her arm stopping her in her tracks. CJ tore her arm away from his grasp and looked at him, "You dumb or had one too many concussions?"

"CJ. . ."

"Your parents made it pretty damn clear what they expect from you and Olivia. And that's to stay away from me. So why don't you do that." CJ sneered.

"CJ, Jesus Christ, would you just stop!" Jordan said trying to stop her again, "I wanted to say sorry, and just talk to you."

"Sorry? You wanted to say 'sorry'? Sorry isn't going to suffice. What would've been the epic sorry would've been telling the truth that day, but you couldn't do that."

"CJ I-"

"It's fine, Jordan. Now leave me alone." CJ said and turned on her heel, and trying to get as far away from that party as possible. She knew she shouldn't have been there, but she thought, maybe if they were all drunk they'd forget about the mistakes that were made last year.

CJ woke up with the worst possible headache that she could have. And she hadn't even been drinking. Her parents had woken her up bright in early to go to the scrimmage game. The boosters were invited, meaning her parents. So CJ sat on the cold bleachers with her green cardigan on, shivering in the cool morning. She watched her mother hand Carver and Roman each a water bottle and a snack. Cobe was busy introducing the boosters to the football coaches and showing them the additions to the football stadium.

"Why am I here?" CJ asked her mother.

"Learning how to be a football wife." Pauline joked, causing the young girl to laugh, "I will never understand why women spend so much on botox and fake boobs." Pauline glanced over at JJ's mother, who had just gotten her 2nd boob job done.

"Cause black don't crack, but white sure do." CJ said and Pauline shoved her shoulder laughing, "Let's go Carvy!" CJ cheered watching her younger brother run on to the field.

"That number 11 looks rough." Her dad pointed out, coming to sit by his wife and daughter, "Thought that was supposed to be wonder boy, looks like under boy to me."

CJ looked at Spencer, who was getting the snot beat out of him. He looked awful, and completely out of it. CJ wondered what had happened when she left the party last night. Every play that was made to Spencer, he messed it up in some way. Each time the offense would walk off the field, he looked beat and tired. At the end of the scrimmage, Spencer walked off the field looking defeated. Carver had made his way over to were his parents and sister were standing.

"Nice work, young man." Chris said patting his son on the shoulders, "Almost as good as me."

"I am as good as you."

"What's up with that James kid?" Pauline asked her youngest.

"No clue, but dude reeks like a party bus. Him and JJ must've had a competition last night." Carver said looking over at where Spencer was now talking to Jordan and Asher, "Or those two did something."

The Jackson family turned and watched a heated argument breakout. Spencer threw his helmet down and lunged towards Asher. CJ gasped and took a step forward, but Chris put his arm out in front of her, stopping her movement. The family watched Billy Baker came and controlled Spencer, and the assistant coach take Jordan and Asher away from the spectacle. CJ looked at the rest of the boosters who were also looking at the show in front of them. Cobe was quick to catch CJ's pleading glance to get them out of here, and somewhere else.

"Alright, let's go see where the best team, my team, the soccer team is practicing." Cobe said and the boosters followed him out of the football stadium.

"Billy was pulling for this kid and I have no reason why." Chris said watching Billy talk to his son.

"Maybe the Bakers should worry about they're own kids, seems like they can't control them." Pauline said and Chris nodded in agreement, "Let's go, the boys should be about done."

"I'll meet you guys at the car." CJ said and her parents agreed. CJ waited a moment and then walked over to where Jordan was. He was the only football player left on the field, "You do that to every new player?"

Jordan looked over at the Jackson girl and shrugged, "You don't get it."

"Oh I don't?" CJ questioned and walked over to Jordan, "Cause it looks like. . . you're being a huge dick."

Jordan sighed and set his helmet down on the bench, "You don't see the way he looks at Spencer. Like. . .he's the son he's always wanted."

"J, you know that's not true." CJ said using the nickname she had given him. Jordan couldn't help the butterflies that arose in his stomach when she said that, "Look where you are at, right now. Beverly Hills High School. Where do you live? In the Hills. What car do you drive? A 2019 camaro convertible. What does Spencer have?"

"I know. . ." Jordan says hanging his head in shame, "You're right."

"Your dad is trying to give a kid a chance. Your dad was much like Spencer, growing up in Crenshaw and someone gave him a chance. He is doing that to Spencer. You don't get it, because you have always had that chance."

"When did you get like this?" Jordan said looking at the girl.

"Like what?" CJ asked.

"Reasonable." Jordan simply said.

"I spent 90 days in a detention center. I was lucky, someone gave me a chance. If someone who's dad wasn't a retired football player and who's mother wasn't a editor for vogue who couldn't hire the best attorney in their county did the same thing I did. . . they would've gotten jail time instead of 90 days in juvie." CJ answered.

"Why didn't you take the plea? Why didn't you want a defense?" Jordan asked her but CJ just turned her head, "Why did you even take the blame anyway?"

CJ sighed and looked in Jordan's brown eyes, "You know why."

"But do I really? CJ, you wouldn't have been sent to-"

"Jordan." The two teens looked over to where the call came from. Laura Baker stood off the side, her arms folded in front of her. CJ took a step back from Jordan and looked down at her feet. She could feel the hate radiating off of Laura Baker. If looks could kill, CJ would be dead by now, "Why don't you go hit the showers. Now."

Jordan nodded and grabbed his helmet before walking off the field. CJ watched him leave and turned on her heel to head to her parents' car. Laura stepped in front of CJ, cutting off her path and looked down at the teen.

"What are you doing here? Do you needed reminded about the terms of your parole, Miss Jackson?" Laura asked the teen.

Before CJ spoke her mother spoke for her, "No, she doesn't, Laura. The best thing you can do is stop talking to my daughter before we have another issue on your hands."

Laura looked at the Jacksons before moving out of the way. Pauline led her daughter to the waiting black range rover, and where her husband stood. Chris opened the door for CJ and his wife. CJ looked at Laura one last time before her dad pulled out of the parking lot.

#all american #all american cw #all american imagine #jordan baker #jordan baker imagine #jordan baker x reader #spencer james #olivia baker #asher adams

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The Arrangement: CEO’s Son/Dom!Shawn x Black Sub Reader Chapter 8

a/n: I hope you didn’t think I’d make it quite so easy. A little pull and tug is worth it sometimes ya know? idk how much longer I’ll be around. Most people don’t engage with the fics anymore and Shawn isn’t really the Shawn I fell in love with anymore. Life just kind of sucks at the moment. But I’ve got this chapter already written so I thought I’d post it. If you liked it and actually want it to continue? I might recommend letting me know tbh. Bye.

Shawn’s point of view

The problem with taking a woman to Rome on the first date is that anything after that just seems silly. What exactly was he to do now? Invite her over to his apartment for sushi? Even he would walk out on that date! It didn’t help that the second they got back to New York, after a very long winded kiss goodbye, that she’d jumped right into preparation for the VMAs. That essentially meant he wasn’t going to see her for days, maybe weeks. VMA season sparked award season in general for the music industry. It might not exactly give an indication of Grammys, but with the award show always arriving right as the ellibility period for the more prestigious honor was ending, it meant that the VMAS was the beginning of the long haul to get your artist at the top of the charts and fucking keep them there. Which also meant that just like she was busy, so was he. The difference was she actually liked her job. And he had...oh how he hated his.

He’s sitting in a marketing meeting for Sarah Leone. Sarah Leone is his dad’s bid for best new artist of the year. Forget the fact that y/n had her secret weapon of Normani and Khalid on one management team, and that he sort of had a feeling she was going to do a solo album release directly before the grammy consideration deadline just to keep the industry on its toes, his dad was thoroughly convinced Sarah was his ticket. And in a lot of ways she was. Small town girl turned mega popstar in a little over a year, her debut album was set to make beautiful numbers. Unfortunately that wasn’t enough. His dad had a very direct line of vision and that vision was complete and total domination. So it wasn’t enough to have your music sell, he wanted his artists to be inescapable from the public eye. Enter this season’s publicity stunt: The MC.

His dad thought it was a clever way to reference Miley Cyrus. Back in the day he’d orchestrated Miley’s dating of a 20 year old when she was 16 to address her rebellious teen phase. What most people saw as a kid going off the rails, was actually a perfectly manipulated moment in pop history. Except the dick cake that lost her the walmart branding deal, that was all her unfortunately.

Sarah was supposed to be seen out and about with mysterious new “it” british singer, Ty Summers. He was 21. She turned 18 just months prior. The two had begun with a close knit friendship, and were now being guided through the early stage of good, whole-hearted, perfectly constructed, “love”. He peers down at one of the new stills for her headline of V magazine, and simply can’t believe she’s 18. The cover makes him uncomfortable, makes him feel icky. No one at the table notices. And his dad isn’t even there, because this is too low level for the kind of work he does anymore.

“Next, I want her in London for the UK press tour. We’ll have her position at Summers’ hotel for half of her stay. I want pap shots at dinner every night out of the week, and I want a prompt at the BBC interview to hint at their connection. We’ll take it from there.” Jaret, one of the senior managers rattled off. “Any questions?”

He twirled boredly in his chair far from interested in the inner workings of career management if none of it meant jack shit about what the artist actually wanted for their career. It felt like such a waste of his time.

“Quick question?” He sighed popping his pen slightly into the air.

“Yes, Mendes?”

“When does she sing?” He shrugged.

The room goes still. It’s a well known fact that Jaret runs the room. He runs the meetings, runs the decisions. He’s top dog on this particular client, and Shawn is merely there under his father’s orders as an informant and nothing more. He was there to make sure things ran smoothly, but he certainly wasn’t there to offer critique. Woops.

“And what exactly does that mean?” Jaret challenged.

Shawn simply shrugged. “Just seems like if we have a musical artist who we signed on the basis of her being able to sing, that we might at some point want that to be the focal point of her career. But you know, I could be wrong.”

“There’s just one thing wrong here Shawn...we did not sign anyone. I did. We don’t make decisions on the intricacies of her career. I do. You are simply a glorified intern. Nothing more, nothing less. And if you’re father wasn’t afraid you’d run off every two seconds I wouldn’t have to babysit your ass right now. So, why don’t you let the professionals determine next steps and play on the computer daddy bought you, or whatever it is you do?”

Ouch.

The room shifted from Jaret back to Shawn. No one went against Jaret. And yet Shawn was perhaps the most unpredictable thing about his father’s company at that point. Needless to say unpredictably was a hell of a thing.

“It must really upset you that I get paid more than you do doesn’t it?” He hummed.

Jaret’s face began to redden, his nerves tighter than his balls that Shawn had such a precarious grip on at the moment.

“Or does it upset you more that I could do your job better than you right now, today, without even the ability to hear the tonedeaf artists you sign that are just pretty enough and just old enough not to get your ass arrested?” He tilted his head in contemplation. “Perhaps it’s even that one time at the company Christmas party where your wife caught you screwing your secretary in your office and stopped crying long enough for me to make her cum before signing the divorce papers? But you’re right Jaret, I simply should just get back to daddy’s computer. My bad.”

“You little son of--”

“Big.” Shawn interrupted sliding smoothly from his chair and packing his shit up from the horrible meeting he’d had no interest in attending in the first place. “I’m big son of a bitch, Jaret. Just ask Sarah.”

Sarah of course being his wife. Ex wife of course. Ex wife number three if we’re being specific.

The door shuts close behind him to Jaret screaming and lurching across the table towards his empty chair. He’d probably hear about it from his dad later. But honestly who cared. Jaret was a creepy asshole, and he was always gonna be a creepy asshole. Sorry not sorry.

***

He’d be a little embarrassed at how aggressively he yanked at the door were it not for the hopeful look in her big brown eyes when he sees her for the first time. He can tell she’s had a long day because her hair is down out of its bun already, tiny spirals falling all around her face and cheeks. But, the way she falls into his arms is enough to make his whole entire day. Because it means that after all the shit she’d been through that day, she wanted to be with him. And that’s the only thing he cared about in the whole world.

“I missed you.” He sighed already capturing her lips in a kiss.

She hummed softly against him, fingers squeezing at his shoulders.

“Missed you too.”

He pushed the door shut with his foot, arms keeping her tucked tightly against him. He’s sure he’s smiling like a complete and total idiot but he can’t help it. It’s this new exciting thing where he no longer has to be afraid of how close he is to her, no longer has to hope he doesn’t stare too long. She knows. And not only does she know, but somehow she feels the same way. It felt like a dream.

He tugged her back towards his kitchen and helped her into a seat before he pulled out the leftovers from his own dinner where he “accidently” ordered for two.

“Tiana said you didn’t eat dinner.” He shrugged at her questioning gaze. “And this little italian place up the block always gives me more than I need.”

She bit her lip and peered from the container of chicken parm to him and back to the parm. He thought for a second she just might fight him on it. And then he remembered how much she liked to eat.

“You and Tiana conspiring against me must stop!” She snorted grabbing the fork clean from his hand to dig in.

He leaned against the granite counter with his chin propped on his hand. She was wonderful. And silly. And a little ridiculous. He kind of loved it.

“Yes, because making sure you consume more than coffee in a twelve hour period is definitely a conspiracy.”

She rolled her eyes. “Maybe so.”

“Maybe so.” He mimicked. “I missed the way you argue with me about everything. Feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Her eyes got wide and bright and she turned a grin towards him that he practically ached to lick off. She was gorgeous.

“You missed me huh? The Shawn Mendes has fallen head first into a little monogamy moment has he?”

Sometimes he liked to think that her favorite past time was taking the piss out of him. It sure seemed that way.

He rolled his eyes back at her and butted his head softly into her neck.

“And what if I have?” He whispered softly. “You have too. Right?”

His nose skimmed along her neck and she shivered. He smiled against her skin. She’d fallen just as hard alright.

“Yea I guess so.” She mumbled.

He pulled back and pressed a kiss to her cheek before grabbing her glass to refill with water.

“You should eat up. You’re gonna need your strength.”

“Excuse me?”

He refilled her glass from the refrigerator and placed in front of her before leaning against the countertop again.

“Oh. I just meant that I plan to fuck you until the birds sing. I don’t want you getting tired on me before I’m done with you.”

His favorite past time was saying the wildest things he could come up with to her in the simplest voice possible and then watching the way it made her eyes bulge in her sockets. God he loved it.

This time she simply stuffed a breadstick in her mouth and hopped out of her seat to start taking her jacket off. It seemed she might be just as needy as he was.

“Yep! Okay. You can come get it now!”

“I’m comin’, baby.” He grinned lifting her up into his arms.

“Goddammit. Carbs and dick. It’s like my birthday or something!”

His bedroom is way too far away. They’ve gotta figure out a way to get there quicker. But he chuckles into her cleavage as he knocks them against walls to stop and kiss her. Her thighs mold to his waist, ass full in his hands. He’s stuck on her completely. And the worst part is that she knows it.

He lets her legs back down to the floor only to press her against the wall of his bedroom, lips, teeth, and tongue beginning a trail along her neck.

“You make me never wanna go back to go work ever again.” She whined, fingers tangling in his hair.

“I’d happily quit if we could stay in bed for the rest of forever.” He murmured.

“Don’t tempt me!”

Maybe he would.

“Mmmm speaking of work, how hard you gonna make my job for me this fall?” He hummed biting down on her lip to solicit a yelp that drove him crazy.

“What do you mean?” She asked, fingers already tugging at his belt.

“I’m supposed to believe Normani’s not releasing an album before awards season?”

Her fingers came to a stuttering stop, and he recognized that her kisses weren’t really kisses anymore. His eyes opened to meet hers and instead of the lust from just moments prior, there was...anger?

“What the fuck, Shawn?”

“W--What? What?” He mumbled reaching for her as she quickly stepped out of his arms.

“Why would you ask me that? Since when the hell do you care when my artists release music?”

He’s a little flustered and his dick is hard and her yelling at him when his dick is hard is only just adding to the complex array of emotions that his brain would surely need more blood to process.

“I--I don’t know! I thought that’s what couples did right? Like they--they ask each other about work and shit. What did I do?”

“Couples?” She paused, all of the steam leaving her like a deflated balloon. “Are we--we’re a couple?”

At this point he’s pretty sure she’s gonna give him a heart attack.

“I….Aren’t we?”

“I--I don’t know. I don’t know, we’ve only been on one fucking date, Shawn. And just because it was wonderful and beautiful and romantic doesn’t mean that you get to ask me questions like that. I just… Shit. I need space.”

“Space?”

His heart leapt a little in his chest. He’d said that word before. “Space”. When people said they needed space it always meant permanent. It meant separation. It meant losing her. And the effect that her words have on him is a little surprising, even though he’s not processing nearly fast enough to catch on. All he can hear, feel, think, breathe is her not wanting him. And in this moment of fragility for him he’s not quite sure how to cope.

“Wait. Just wait a second. I don’t even know what’s happening right now!” He cried his hands held up in surrender. “Let’s just talk. Let’s just talk for a second okay? Tell me what I did wrong and I’ll fix it.”

“No. I don’t want to talk to you right now. I’m going home. I--I’lll call you later.”

She sweeps right past him, her fingers re-buttoning the same buttons she had giggled when he’d undone just seconds ago. He’s so floored by what’s taking place and he’s got no idea how to fix it. How to make her happy. He just wants to make her happy. And he doesn’t want her to go.

“Y/n. Y/n, please? Alright, just talk to me.”

Her fingers slip through his when he reaches for her and just like that she’s gone. And it hurts. It hurts far more than he knows what to do with. What the fuck?

***

*Three days later*

*y/n’s point of view*

A foul mood did not begin to describe what you were in. Everyone had been steering completely clear of you and rightfully so. Anyone who dare breathe wrong in your direction would get an earful. It wasn’t your fault. You hadn’t exactly been sleeping well. Your stomach was in knots. You were stressed as hell. But, none of that was allowed to matter. You had work to do. So, everything else got placed on the backburner.

You’re in your office taking a twenty minute “get your shit together bitch” break when a knock sounds itself on your door. Tiana had been the only one with balls to knock on the door in days, so you had no doubt who it could be.

“Come in, Ti.” You sighed still leaning pathetically across your desk.

The door slides open and unless Tiana grew several feet and turned into a white man over night, it was certainly not your assistant standing there.

“Hi.” Shawn mumbled waving awkwardly in your direction.

He was in a suit again. But not one of the ones from the red carpet that would make your thighs tremble. This must be one of his work ones. It looks too restrictive on his body. He’s wearing a tie, and your fingers itch to remove it, to dishevel him back into the man that you knew. The worst part is that even in discomfort he doesn’t look real. He looks like an ad standing there at your doorway. An absolute vision to behold. You had to remind yourself that you were angry at him.

“How did you--What are you doing here? Shawn?”

He quickly closed the door and strode over to you, at least having the good grace to keep his distance to the chair in front of your desk.

“You didn’t answer any of my calls. Which is fine I guess. I get that maybe you need space but...I really hate what’s going on between us right now.” He mumbled.

His knee is bouncing. You only recognize this because it shakes your desk in a gentle hum. His fingers twist and turn anxiously on your desk as if he’s fighting the urge to reach out and touch your hand. His lips are stress bitten and his hair looks like it’s been the victim of an attack as well.

“Really?” You asked, leaning back slighting your chair in confusion.

He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, really. What did you think I was just out living my best life since you stormed out of my apartment at one am without a word and ignored me for three days?”

“No, I just...I just didn’t realize it would have this great of an effect on you. I guess I--I didn’t know you cared that much.”

“You didn’t know that I care that much? What the hell, y/n?” He groaned. “Why are you doing this right now?”

“Doing what?! What am I doing?”

“You’re pulling away. We sat there in Rome and you asked me to promise you that I was all in. And I am. And now you’re scared, is that it? You don’t know what it might look like for us to be together in the real world, so you’re pulling away from me.”

Well that was certainly a read. You were flustered. Your lips opened and shut around nothing but air as you sat there at a loss for words. It wasn’t conscious, or maybe on some level it was, but Shawn scared the hell out of you. Rome was a beautiful, beautiful bubble, but a bubble nonetheless. The second you got back to New York you couldn’t help but wonder if it would actually work a tall. You were still so different. And much as you liked him, and shit you really fucking liked him, it was terrifying to place yourself into new charted territory. You were scared of him. Of the two of you together. Of what it could mean. And he never even needed you to say it, he just knew it about you instantly.

“Look,” He sighed. “I still don’t really know what I did wrong. I know I probably sound like I’m being a little bitch right now but...shit y/n I just got you and I feel like I’m losing you already. Like you’re not even gonna give me a chance to try to make you happy. Is that how it’s gonna be? Cause if it is just tell me okay? Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t...I don’t know. Okay? I don’t know.” You mumbled

The look that he gives you tells you that this hurts him. That you not being a hundred percent in is painful. Everything was just moving so incredibly fast. One second you couldn’t fathom the idea that Shawn would even want to do more than fuck you, let alone be leading the charge your relationship. It was fast. All of it. And you? You were scared.

“Okay. Well I guess just call me when you figure it out.”

He got out of his seat and headed for the door only throwing you further off your game. You didn’t know much about what you wanted. You just knew that you didn’t want him mad at you, and you didn’t want him to leave. It didn’t help that a part of you felt like you should be leading this matter. You were older, you were the woman. Never had anyone cornered you in the manner that Shawn was in this moment. It was completely different than anything you’d ever experienced.

“Wait--shit. Shawn don’t leave.”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. You’re not ready, and I was. Just…Call when you figure things out. Maybe I’ll talk to you later.”

And just like that he’s gone. Fuck.

***

It’s another long night. You’re tired. You’re heart is heavy. Your ponytail is too tight. And you wanna go to bed. But you have no interest in sleeping alone, and therefore are stuck at your desk again. There’s three different contracts waiting your signature on your desk, but the words have begun to blur. You tell yourself it’s not because you’re crying because you definitely aren’t. It’s just cause you’re tired. Yes.

“Hey, it’s late I’m gonna---oh lord. I haven’t seen you cry since Michelle Obama smiled at you on a red carpet.” Tianna gasped.

You sniffled. “Bitch I am not crying. Go home.”

She rolled her eyes. “Denial or delusion. Your favorite pastimes. Come tell Titi what’s wrong while I’m still awake.”

She plopped herself in the chair opposite your desk and reached for the tissues on your desk to hand to you. You take one begrudgingly.

“You haven’t let me call you Titi since college.”

“Of course I haven’t, “She giggled. “What kind of grown ass woman walks around goin’ by Titi. Now stop deflecting.”

Best friends are no good. They know you too well. It makes it way too hard to hide.

“I….I think I fucked things up.”

“With Shawn you mean?”

You nod slowly.

“Yea, I saw him come out of your office lookin’ like a kicked puppy. I couldn't even get him to laugh for me before he left. You never really said what happened though.” She nudged gently.

A sigh passes through your lips that feels bone deep. Your fingers twitch anxiously against the desk. There’s nowhere to hide here. You just have to be truthful. It’s the worst.

“We...We decided to give it a go. And he took me to Rome, as your meddling ass knows, and it was the most amazing thing I could experience. It was everything I ever thought it would be but...he made it more. And I kept thinking that he was going to stop at some point. I don’t know I thought surely it was gonna work, because how could it you know?”

“No, not quite sis. I don’t know. Maybe you can explain it to me.”

You bite your lip and twitch anxiously.

“I asked him in Rome one of our last nights there if he was gonna be all in. We talked about race and white supremacy and I told him that I needed someone who could stand with me in all of it, not just when it is convenient.”

“And he said…?”

“Well the fucker said yes.” You huffed. “He promised it even.”

“Shit.” Tiana mumbled taking a pause herself. “I would’ve never called Shawn Mendes to be a social justice warrior.”

You rolled your eyes. “He’s far from it, now. He’s still a white boy. But he wanted to try. He was willing to try for me.”

“So you can see how maybe I’m missing the part where you fucked up. This sounds a little like a black girl’s love story come true.”

“I went over to his place and he offered me breadsticks and dick, in that order. But then when we were getting to it, he asked me about Normani, Ti. He asked if I was going to ‘make his job harder for him’ by having her release her album before award season.”

“Oh lord, that poor bastard didn’t even know what hit him.” She sighed.

“I’m serious Ti!” You groaned. “I’ve been here before. I’ve had the music exec who wanted to get into my pants just to know what we were doing in this building. I--I can’t go back there. You and I both know that there’s nothing Manny Mendes would love to see more than one his little white girls on top and my people failing on the bottom of the totem pole. We work too goddamn hard for me to lose it.”

Tiana paused for a minute and stared at you. Her eyes were soul searching, the way they tended to be. She was as lovely and amazing as she was terrifying. She knew you better than you knew yourself, and she never hesitated to call you on your bullshit. Even if you didn’t know it was bullshit. Especially when you didn’t know it was bullshit.

“Girl, I love you more than anyone I’ve ever met in my life, but you are truly exhausting.” She sighed and held her hand up as a means to silence you before you even spoke. “Now if you’re not ready for someone to potentially love and take care of you that’s one thing. But if you are intentionally sabotaging yourself because you’re scared you gotta knock it the fuck off.”

“But Ti--”

“No, ma’am. If that boy wanted to know when Normani’s album was dropping he did not need to take your ass to Rome to do it. You have been scorned by this industry more than most will ever recognize, and I know that, and I validate that. But you ain’t in a relationship with Manny Mendes. You’re not in a relationship with the industry. It’s Shawn. And that man hates his dad and his dad’s company more than you do. I love you, but you’re being a bit ridiculous.”

“...Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed.” She hummed. “You keep doing this. You keep letting outside factors affect everything, and that’s not sustainable. You have to trust him. He has to trust you. That’s the only way it works.”

You peered at her with tired eyes. The kind of eyes that a woman who’d been scorned one time too many might have.

“But what if he hurts me?”

“Than we pick up the pieces. We work at it until your healed. But you don’t get the love without faith. You’ve got to put yourself out there, babe.”

And that is of course how you end up at his place at midnight on Friday nonetheless. Ti had practically ushered you off, offering to close up shop for the night if it meant you would finally leave the office. You’re still in your work jumpsuit with the too tight ponytail and the makeup that you couldn’t wait to take off. The code lets you easily without having to let him know that you’re there. Perhaps that’s why you finally get to hear him this time.

The doors of his fancy apparently are surely made of thicker wood, so he must be sitting right inside the living room. Regardless you hear it in this soft, muted kind of way. It’s an acoustic guitar, the plucking of his fingers just as rounded and full. It’s beautiful and rhythmic and it makes you pause, your fingers still resting on the door knob because then the mother fucker starts to sing.

Maybe I had too many drinks, but that's just what I needed

I hope that you don't think that what I'm saying sounds conceited

When I look across the room and you're staring right back at me

Like somebody told a joke and we're the only ones laughin'

You’re fingers grip tight at the door knob, you’re mind both seemingly filled with a million thoughts and yet too overwhelmed to process any of it. His door is unlocked though and when you stumble inside the vision in your head comes to life. He’s sat on his floor by the fireplace with a guitar you’ve never seen upon his lap. He’s wearing a white tanktop and black sweats. The rosary against his neck nestles against what looks like perfectly tamed chest hair. He is as unreal as ever. And yet somehow, somehow that is not the most astonishing part of everything around you in this moment.

He pops his head up towards you. His fingers don’t still on the guitar at all as he seems to pluck out the melody he’d sung just moments prior.

“Took you long enough. Almost like you were outside eavesdropping or something.” He hummed.

“I...How did you even know I was outside?” You stuttered.

“I get an alert every time someone enters my code. I don’t just wait around for you all the time ya know.”

Rude.

“You...You sing.”

He peered at you, fingers still moving, his head tilted just slightly to the side as if you were as confusing to him as he was to you.

“I sing.” He affirmed. “Is that okay?”

“How come--I mean you never said anything.” You frowned. “That--That song. You wrote that?”

He nodded slowly. “I’ve been given a bit of inspiration lately. Is that what you came here for? To bust me in my hobby?”

This changes things. And surely it wouldn’t have mattered because Ti’ had already convinced you to suck it the fuck up and come over, but the fact that he’s got music in him and never said anything matters. Because there’s a lot he could have asked for. A lot he could have tried to get from you, and he hadn’t. It really didn’t matter to him at all. You were just a fucking asshole.

It occurred to you that you were still standing in the middle of his doorway, so you closed the door and moved slowly near him. He set his guitar off to the side as you plopped one of his decorative pillows in the spot beside him and sat down. Without his guitar, Shawn was a lot more fidgety. He took to playing with his rings on his fingers again, eyes soft and vulnerable pointed in your direction.

“So...Is this it? You come here to end it?” He asked.

You took a deep breath. “No. I came here to apologize.”

His eyes flickered up to your face, a hint of hesitance to them.

“I’ve never heard you apologize in my life.”

You rolled your eyes and punched playfully at his arm, the chiseled muscle probably hurting you more than it hurt him. He wasn’t wrong.

“The truth is...When you asked me about Normani’s release I didn’t think of it as you wanting to know about my day. I didn’t think about it as you wanting to be kind to me at all. I sort of, maybe thought you were snooping trying to figure out a way that you could hurt me.” You admitted softly. “Because--well because that’s what I’ve experienced in the past. And that’s not an excuse but it just is...it’s what I was feeling.”

He squinted his nose up and it would’ve been cute had you not been so flustered.

“Wait, you thought I was gonna hurt you? How?” He asked turning more in your direction.

You winced. “Like...by maybe taking it to your dad. Knowing whether or not Normani’s gonna release would be really beneficial to him.”

There’s a range of emotions that cover his face. First confusion. Then acceptance. And then anger.

“Why would I ever do that to you? What have I ever said or done to make you think that I would choose allegiance to my dad of all people over you. I hate my job, y/n. I hate that company. You know that better than just about anyone.”

“I know! I know that. I just--fuck. You scare me okay!” You whined. “I haven’t been in a healthy relationship in years. I’ve been fucked over in my job, in my relationships, in life constantly. And I didn’t exactly walking into our arrangement expecting to find a relationship. I don’t know how to do this, Shawn. I don’t--I’m not sure I truly deserve it.”

You glanced down at the floor in worry and fear. You wanted it. God, you really wanted it. But, shit if you weren’t terrified to try.

When he crawls into your lap, you’re a little taken aback. For how tall that fucker is, he certainly could use an extra meal or two. But, there’s something about the reversal of his thighs bracketing your hips the way that yours would usually do to his. There’s something about the way his thumb soothes at your pulse point as his fingers rest on either side of your neck. There’s something about the way that he looks at you with tenderness and kindness. It’s a little unlike anything you’d ever quite felt before. And it makes you soften beneath him with ease, all the fire running out of you at once.

“You are...the most hard headed woman I’ve ever met.” He mumbled softly.

You smiled sheepishly. “That’s what my momma’s been telling me since I was born.”

“Well she’s right. But I’m kind of crazy about you. And I don’t like fighting with you. And I don’t like being mad at you, or you being mad at me. I just want to make you happy. This is the first time in my life where I feel like I can make some good out of anything. You feel...right. I like you, and I want to take care of you, and I’d like to have something where we can both give each other that. I’m just as scared as you are, okay? I don’t fucking know what I’m doing either. But I wanna try. Do you?”

Was it really that simple? Could it be that simple?

“I do. I really do.” You whispered.

“Good. That’s all I needed to hear. C’mere.”

For him, it could be.

His fingers knot in your ponytail and he tugs your lips to his with zero hesitation. After a shitty week of back and forth it feels good to not have to think for a while, to let his lips work over yours. He’s dominant even here with his tongue and his hands and his hips. He could’ve made it soft and gentle, but that’s not really what the two of you were about. Or was it?

“I’ve got leftovers in my fridge.” He murmured running his thumb along your bottom lip. “Did you eat dinner?”

You shake your head softly and he quickly climbs off your lap to tug you towards the kitchen. It doesn’t go unnoticed to you that his guitar stays behind in the living room.

“Are we ever gonna talk about the singing thing?”

“Maybe let’s do one heavy thing at a time, aye? I’ll tell you sometime. I promise. For now, do you want egg drop soup or pasta?”

You climbed into your seat at his kitchen counter and quickly tugged at your jacket and ponytail holder.

“Pasta. And one of these days I’m gonna teach your pasty ass how to cook.”

“Sure thing, babe.” He snorted. “I look forward to it.”

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akemiozawa · 4 years

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Big Sister

note:

This’ll be a 3 part story, and of course inspired by @sintheyokai and her scenario of Vil’s niece, Ebony.

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Trina, you have a call!

Trina snatches her phone off her desk and held it to her ear, while tugging on her other boot.

“Trina here!” She chirped.

“Hi Trina!” A bright voice sounded.

The brunette’s eyes widened. “Aunt Momokase?!”

“Yes! How’re you doing?”

The girl stood, awestruck, before stammering out,

“I-I’m fine. And you?” She tucked some hair behind her ear.

“Well...” Momo sighed before continuing, “I’m in a bit of a pickle right now. I’ve got a giant sushi order that needs to be taken care of for a cocktail party this weekend. And my usual babysitter got sick with the flu. So...would it be too much to ask of you to watch the kids for me this weekend?”

Trina’s surprise grew, then her lips set into a smile.

“No! It’s no trouble at all!” And she wasn’t lying. She loved her little cousins more than anything!

“Oh, thanks so much!” Her aunt was relieved.

“So, when would be a good day to start watching them?”

“Uh...about that, I’m actually waiting in the main hall with the Headmaster at this moment....”

And cue the sound of a record scratching.

“Oh...” Trina trailed off, completely caught off guard. She whipped her head to the clock on her desk. It wasn’t that late for a Friday afternoon. All her classes were finished and she had plenty of time before the dinner bell.

“Hold on, Mo! I’ll be right there!” She declared and clicked off her phone before her aunt could respond.

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Ortho knocked on the dark blue door, and stepped back waiting for an answer. Not five seconds have passed before Trina’s face appears in the open doorway.

“Oh, hey, Ortho!” She smiled.

“Hi Trina! I just got a notice from the Headmaster, he needs to see you!” The younger Shroud brother informed.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my way!” She smirked and ran through the dark halls, not looking back.

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By the time she got to the front doors, she had a light row of sweat along her forehead. But through her ragged breathing, she could clearly see her aunt speaking with Crowley with two small bodies clutching close to her legs.

“Auntie!” She waved and sped over.

The young woman with medium-long black hair with blue highlights and green eyes, with a delicate face turned towards her voice and smiled. But as she opened her mouth to speak, the two smaller bodies ran in the opposite direction towards Trina, simultaneously crying,

“Big Sis!!!”

Trina knelt down just in time as the two children were enveloped in her arms. She cradled them close to her as she smiled gently.

She drew back to look at the two.

“Hello Breelyn! Hi Brayden!”

The two in question looked up at her: one had bright green eyes, matching Aunt Mo’s, and mid-back length brown hair in gently curled waves. The other had electric blue eyes, mirroring Trina’s, and noticeable combed down black hair. But both had matching beige skin and wide smiles.

“We missed you!” The blue-eyed boy exclaimed.

“When will you come home?” The brunette girl whined.

Trina smiles with sympathy, “I’m sorry, little ones. I’ve still time here until I can come back. But I promise, I’d never forget you two!” She lightly pinched their cheeks before hugging them again.

Aunt Mo, who was watching the heartfelt exchange with a smile, laughs delicately. “It’s so good to see you, Trinity.”

“Hi, Aunt Mo.” She smiled back. After Trina left for Night Raven, her aunt called her to congratulate her on the news. Even before NRC, Momokase was the only person Trina had trusted with everything. Well, most things. After being accepted, they maintained contact with each other despite the borders of Night Raven.

“While you were on your way, I was speaking with the Headmaster. I’ve told him how Bree and Brad looked up to you and wanted to follow in your footsteps.”

“Yes, if these two are extraordinary as you claim, Ms. Mikazuchi, I’d be glad to take them in when they’re of age.” Headmaster Crowley stood on Mo’s right, smiling in agreement.

Trina knew the whole story: Mo’s husband, Trina’s uncle, got called in for a job halfway across the country a year and a half ago, and wouldn’t be back for quite a while. But video called the family when he had the chance. During this time, Trina decide to step in her uncle’s place and help Mo around the house. It was a hassle: juggling her academics and houselife, against her father’s wishes, but Trina loved her aunt. During the time spent, Trina became a regular face around Mo’s house, the twins made it a regular habit to call her “Big Sister” due to their attachment towards her as an older figure they’ll never have. They loved watching her build gadgets from their age, and still do. After learning about Trina’s new abilities during a get together, it was around the time as well when they, too, developed their own magical attributes. While Bree was growing in Ambient Energy Manipulation and Force Field Generation, Brad had a knack for Quantum Artillery and Digital Weaponry. Both of which had amazed Mo and Trina.

“I’d bet they’d be wonderful!” Trina giggled. After getting back up, with the twins now glued to her, Mo handed her two kid sized suitcases.

“Okay, I’ve packed them some extra clothes, bathroom appliances and a first aid kit, books and things if they ever get bored, snacks, drinks, and some little things they’ve been working on.” Trina nodded in understandment.

“Bye you two!” She cradled the two children in her arms, giving them raspberries as they giggled. “Take care of each other and Trina!”

“Yes, mom.” They said in sync. After another exchanged goodbye, aunt Mo was jogging out the door, while the two twins cling to Trina’s outstretched hands as the three walked back to Ignihyde.

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It was around 6:30 in the evening when it was time to eat. In the common room, which was fairly empty, save for a few students dotted here and there, Trina heated up the twin’s favorite food: Noodle burgers, and popped in a DVD of Big Chibi 6 cartoons for the twins to watch on the big tv. Meanwhile, Trina sat at the couch while fidgeting with her a few of her Scan Jammers, which had busted a few weeks back. That was the last time she’d let the Diasomnia first years use them. Just as she put her nose pliers down,

“Sis! We’re done!” Bree sounded. Trina looked up to see the twins with their plates and cups empty on the coffee table’s end.

“Okay, go ahead and put the dishes away, wash up and we’ll get started on our video games!” Trina instructed. Silently nodding, the two grabbed them and ran off to the small kitchen.

As Trina gathered her tools, she felt someone watching her. Smiling, she turned to see Idia walking into the common room.

“Oh! Uh...hello, Trina...” the dorm leader waved anxiously, a small smile present.

“Hey, Idia. Another leader meeting?” She walked over to him.

“Y-Yea.” He answered shortly. “Wh-what are you doing out here? You’re...normally in your room at this time...”

Before Trina could answer,

“IDIA!!!!”

And cue the twins running in and koala-hugging his long-ass legs while he gasps in surprise, while trying not to fall on his back.

He looks up at Trina in confusion, who mouths to him “That’s why” as her answer. Smiling, she says, “Okay, you two. Give him some room before he passes out.” And like nice, the two scurry to their Sister.

The third year looks in confusion at the Trio. “Idia, say hello to Brayden-” the boy at her left waves. “-and Breelyn.” The girl at her right smiles sweetly. “They’re my aunt Mo’s kids. I’m watching ‘em for the weekend. Bree, Brad, Idia Shroud. He’s in charge of Ignihyde. And he and his little brother, Ortho, are close friends of mine.” At the mention of his brother’s name, Ortho comes walking in.

“Oh! Hi Big Brother! Hi Trina! And hey Bree; Brad!” The lil bot waves. The twins wave back with equal enthusiasm.

“They...th-hey know m-me?” Idia stuttered one disbelief. Trina nods.

“After I moved into Night Raven, I’ve talked with my aunt and told her about you and the others. And let’s just say, you, and the other leads, got some pretty big fans.” At that, the twins scurried to Idia and started spewing one question after another. They were talking too fast for the third year to keep up.

“What kind of things did you invent?”

“Do you really use the River of Styx as your personal swimming pool?”

“How mad do you have to be for your hair to turn red?!”

“I heard some students in Octavinelle use your head as a barbecue grill, and for roasting marshmallows!”

“IS IT TRUE YOU HAVE A CYBORG BOYFRIEND NAMED AL?!”

Trina tried to hide her grin behind her hand, as did Ortho, but Idia looked close to fainting at that question.

“Okay, you two! That’s enough!” Trina laughed. She motioned for Ortho to take Idia to his room. The younger Shroud nodded and gently took his brother’s hand.

“Cmon, big brother! Let’s get you settled from the meeting.” In a daze, Idia didn’t bother responding and followed silently.

As soon as the two were out of sight, Trina smirked at the kids down at her.

“Who’s up for some Mario Kart?”

“ME!!!!”

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The headcanons belong to @twistedwonderlandimagines and a brief cameo of @oiseaunoir11 b/c Idia and Al are so cute! pt. 2 is coming soon.

#trinity homura #twisted wonderland oc #idia shroud #ortho shroud

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fangirltrash18 · 5 years

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Nothing Lasts Forever (g.d)

A/N- Hola mis amigos! Welcome to my second Grayson fic! I am so excited to write this I literally have jitters haha. I have been sitting around with this idea for like a week and I can’t wait to share it! Hope you all enjoy!

Warnings- angst, angst, ANGST (also drinking)

Summary- Being best friends with one of the biggest YouTube stars (as well as one of the worlds most eligible bachelors) isn’t as easy as it may seem, especially when you’re secretly in love with them. Through thick and thin you’ve been there for Grayson, but what happens when he falls in love with someone who’s not you?

Italics=flashback Normal=present

Have you ever loved someone so much that you would do anything in the world just so they can be happy? Well I have, and it kinda sucks.

Ok, ok let me give you some context so I don’t sound like a complete selfish bitch.

Grayson Dolan is my best friend. Yes, the Grayson Dolan. You may know him. Him and his twin, Ethan, are kind of a big deal around YouTube. Anyway, we’ve been glued to the hip since pre school and have grown up together. I got to witness first hand his ride to fame and all his triumphs, on and off the internet. I also witnessed his mental struggles the fame brought, the death of his beloved father, among other things that brought him down.

Just as I was there for him, he was there for me. Through all my highs and lows, he was right beside me to guide me and be my voice of reason.

The thing with friendships and people is, they grow and become richer with time. They blossom into something so beautiful and amazing that nothing can ever ruin them.

Or so it feels like.

It’s funny how within such a small amount of time, you can go from having everything, to nothing. Almost like you’re entire past, present, and future is pulled right out from under you, leaving you with that deep feeling of emptiness.

That’s how I feel now as I lay on my couch, reminiscing about “the good old days”.

My vision is blurry from the hours worth of tears and my nose is so raw from all the tissues, it hurts to sniffle.

It was hard to believe that only hours ago I was as happy as could be.

“Grayson s-sto-stop!” I laughed and tried to wiggle away from his deadly tickles.

“What’s the magic word?” He asked and continued his harmless assault. I tried several times to get the simple ‘please’ to come out of my mouth but only loud laughs escaped instead.

“G-gray-grayson p-please!”I cried. The moment that word left my mouth the tickle attack stopped. I laid sprawled halfway on the couch while I caught my breathe. Grayson just stared and laughed at my distressed state. “You are an asshole, I hope you know.” I said, only halfway joking.

“Aw, you know you love me.” He smiled and ruffled my hair. Giggling, I swatted his hand away and stuck my tongue out. It was true, I loved him. But not in the way I was supposed to.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I mumbled and slid onto the floor next to him. He laughed and nudged my shoulder. “So what do you wanna do tonight?” I asked. He hummed as he thought.

“I don’t know. You want to go see a movie? Or we could just go get sushi.” He suggested.

“Mmm sushi sounds so good.” I moaned.

“Okay perfect, sushi it is!” He exclaimed and jumped up. He lowered his arms and helped pull me up from the floor.

“Cool. I’m going to go home and change. Meet there in like an hour?”

“Sounds good to me.” He shrugged and walked me to the door. I waved goodbye and hopped into my car. Tonight was going to be a good night, I could feel it.

I was finally going to do it. I was going to tell him I loved him.

But it wasn’t a good night. Not at all. All plans I had of enjoying a night out with my best friend and confessing my biggest secret were crushed with a single phone call.

I was ruffling through my closet when I heard my phone ring across the room. I stopped fussing with the clothes and went to see who was calling. It was Grayson.

I immediately picked it up and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey Y/N/N, um I’m sorry to do this but I have to cancel our sushi plans.”

“Oh no, what’s going on?” I couldn’t help the ache in my chest hearing him cancel.

“Well I sorta forgot that I promised E I would hang out with him tonight and help him edit since he’s behind before I made plans, and now he’s on my ass.” He sounded distant which was weird, almost as if he was hiding something. But I ignored it and took him for his word. Stupid mistake.

“Oh, okay don’t worry about it. We can just do it another night.” I said and sat down on the corner of my bed.

“Again, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s fine Gray, don’t stress about it.” I said trying to not sound disappointed.

“Thanks Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

“Of course.”

“Okay cool, bye Y/N.”

“Bye Gray.”

The line went dead and I sat the phone down beside me. I felt a little upset that I wouldn’t be seeing Grayson that night but I understood why he couldn’t come.

Sighing, I got up from the bed and grabbed a casual dress from the floor where I had thrown it. I slipped it on and put on a little makeup. Just because Grayson couldn’t come, didn’t mean that I couldn’t still go get sushi.

By the time I had finished getting ready and driving to the restaurant I was starving.

I felt a little odd sitting alone but in a way it was kind of nice. I didn’t have to worry about what to say next or anything. It was cool just being on a date with myself. I ate in peace and occasionally scrolled through Instagram, just enjoying my time.

I wasn’t until I heard a familiar voice from the table beside me that I felt uneasy.

“I’ll take a water, what do you want babe?” It was unmistakably Grayson’s voice. I turned my head to see him sitting with a gorgeous woman who definitely wasn’t Ethan. I felt my chest tighten and my stomach drop.

He lied to me. He canceled on our plans to take another girl out.

I grabbed my purse and threw a $50 bill on the table, knowing that that would cover it and leave a handsome tip. I stood up slowly and began walking to the door as casually as possible.

I kept my head down and my strides long and somewhat quick. Thankfully I got to the entrance without notice. I turned to look at him and his date but caught his eye instead. His face paled and his shoulders tended. I just looked at him and shrugged, not really knowing what else to do, before I opened the door and left.

As soon as I was outside I couldn’t help the tears that came. I covered my mouth, trying to quiet the sobs that jolted my body.

“Y/N!” Grayson’s voice called from behind me. Instead of acknowledging him I just sped up. I could tell he was running to catch up which only made me speed up my pace. “Y/N, wait please.” I felt his hand grab onto my shirt to stop me.

Anger boiled in veins and what happened next shocked both of us.

“Grayson just stop!” I yelled and pulled away from him. “You lied to me! Why couldn’t you have just told me the truth and saved me a little less heartbreak?” Tears flowed freely down my cheeks as I waited for him to answer.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He whispered. I scoffed and shook my head.

“Bull shit Grayson. You should have just told me the truth. You didn’t want to hang out tonight because you had a date. I get it Gray, you got other priorities, that’s fine. You just shouldn’t have lied to me about them.” His eyes held so much guilt it made my heart ache for him, but at the same time it made me even angrier. “And you wanna know something?” I asked, wanting to finally free myself of all my pent up emotions. He looked at me almost as if he knew what I was about to say. “I was going to tell you I loved you tonight.” I whispered, the anger giving way to more sadness.

“Y/N... I cant. I’m in love with someone else.” I looked away from him and tried to stop the tears. “But you’re my best friend Y/N and I-”

“Gray please, don’t do that.” I said and sniffled. He sighed and took a step closer. He wrapped me in his arms and hugged me close. But it wasn’t the kind of hug I wanted. It was an ‘I’m sorry for you’ hug. One that told me everything I needed to know. I was and always would be considered just a friend.

I forced myself away from his embrace and lightly pushed him away.

“I’m going to go Gray.” I whispered, knowing that after I left nothing was going to be the same between us again.

“Okay.” He said and looked down at my pathetic state.

“Have fun.” I turned around and walked off with the knowing that I just lost my best friend.

Now I’m here, on my couch polishing off a bottle of cheap vodka, tear stained cheeks and tissues littering the floor. I know I over reacted and I hate myself for being so stupid. I screwed up the best thing in my life and there’s no way I’ll be able to get that back. Not with the way I acted. More sobs leave my mouth as I pondered on the thought.

My phone buzzes next to me on the coffee table. I know it’s Grayson calling for the millionth time so I don’t even bother to look at it. I can’t talk to him tonight. Especially with how much alcohol I’ve had over the past few hours.

It’s a bad habit I’ve always had, drinking to numb the pain. Grayson was always there to help curve the urge and break the habit. But now he’s the reason I’m shit faced.

I know I shouldn’t be mad, but I am. I’m a mad, jealous mess and there’s nothing I can do about it. Sure I could bottle it all up and go apologize, but I’d still have to endure seeing him be happy with the girl he loved.

I should have seen thins coming, should have expected it. But I was too wrapped up in my own fantasy that I was blind to notice my best friend fall for someone else. I was blind to all the times he would check his phone when I was around him. I was blind to how he would want to do things less and less. Blind to how “busy” he’d gotten.

Like I said, people grow and sometimes not in the way you want them to. Grayson grew away from me and I didn’t even notice until it was too late.

Now, it’s time for me to grow. To confirm to the change that had taken over my life. Nothing lasts forever, it’s all just temporary; experiences to learn from and memories to cherish.

#grayson dolan imagine #ethan dolan imagine #dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #grayson dolan fanfic #ethan dolan fanfic #dolan twins fanfic #angst #dolan tuesday

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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As expected, Dealing with intrusive thoughts is now one of my favorites

Here I come with almost all of my reactions on the episode, even though I tagged the spoiler warnings I put everything under the cut just in case. Enjoy the emotional rollercoaster while I'll probably go and rewatch it again.

Okay kinda expected one or two of the warnings but all of them together what is gonna happen???? (Though they make sense after reading the title)

HELLO FRESH BACK AGAIN

"I'm awesome and I can do this" there goes my boy. *said boy falls flat on the floor* ...come on

I felt that yawn bc I stayed up all night waiting for the video but it dropped at 8 am, I'm an idiot who should've gotten more sleep

"help me" why is he such a mood "everything is going wrong in my life" same but YOU SHOULDN'T SAY THAT LET ME HUG YOU

They're all sinking up so fast god I missed my bois. Also the general awkwardness of Virge and Pat, greeeeat something will go wrong

Virgil just ignoring everything and touching the railing, a mood

ALSO PLEASE LET ROMAN IN THE SITUATION

SECRET SECRETS ARE NO FUN TELL ME NOW OR ELSE WE'RE DONE

wait why does Ro want to be deeply troubled- man are you okay-

LOGAN'S HERE

"your most extreme reaction is an eyebrow raise" "FALSEHOOD" "I stand corrected" omfg

"what are you ta- what are you talking- what are you talking about?" I loved that whole take it made me feel complete

"Look I barely got any sleep" this can apply to a lot of us and I love just how we're all always like "TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF" but in the end this is where we all end up anyway

Okay I'm very curious about these troubling thoughts though

"so sushi" FUCCC I DIED RIGHT THERE

"Don't act like that was an accident" "everybody, Virgil. Let's give it up for the Purp Man" these speak for themselves. Also the purp man is my new fav nickname and I'm gonna use it.

4:17 Patton is adorable bye

"if you continue to push this we're going to end up in really dangerous territory" AND THAT'S WHERE THE TENSION STARTED TO BUILD UP

great flick

"am I delirious or is this the funniest video I've ever made" I felt that

YOU HIGH-JOCKED

okay but when Thomas starts disassociating I also feel really weird like as if there was something blocking my own hearing for real?? And not just the audio edited like that?? Maybe I'm just too tired

WHAT WHO WHHH first intrusive thought making its way what is gonna happen

OH MY GOD ROMAN WATCH OUT ALSO THAT'S DEFINITELY A NEW DARK SIDE OR SMTH LIKE THAT

W HO THE FUCKLKDSL IS THAT A MOUSTACHE IS THAT GLITTER WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HE WEARING WHAT IS HE DOING THERE PLEASE- okay but he looks crazy af I like that

"-evIL" "-SHOW UP"

First time I watched the scene where Ro gets knocked out I literally just screamed "ROMAN" in a high pitched sound I was shook wtf my bOY

Patton and Thomas's yells in unison plus "YOU KILLED HIM" I just I JUST

"Ah, he's the Duke" "....... boo" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay but his voice is so on point with his character portrayal he's so weird it's awesome?

SONG SONG SONG and oh goodness the visuals I can't fathom how much editing work must have gone through this, they're all so talented.

"aunt patty naked" A G AI N??

"IM GONNA WHIP YOUR BUTT"

a snaKE IT'S DECEIT oh my these silouhettes are so great this is my favorite scene

this is gonna be stuck in my head all day

THE COOL MIRROR EDIT.

god i hate him so much already but i'm super intrigued he's so chaotic the whole team made a wonderful job i'll never stop saying this

"i'm really stupid right now" just how much out of context relatable content are we going to get on this fine day?

omg the dark version of creativity, which can be associated with intrusive thoughts, that's very clever

THE JUICY STUFF DANCE

"Repression can be very bad indeed" I mean he's right tbh it leads to never solving the problem at all

GO LOGAN GO HAVE YOUR TIME TO SHINE FINALLY i missed him

"i can't hear youuuuuu" much like "I don't understand what you're saying I don't know anything about words" THE DARK SIDES ARE ALL SASSY LITTLE BITCHES

pattonnnn did a real good job

THE BRAVE HANDSOME UNBEATABLE ROMAN and mashed potatoes

"scary" and Virgil just gives Thomas a look idk I live on the little details (Im ten minutes into the vid and look how long this post already is)

GEE Remus (already using his name bc it's shorter) looking so offended at the label and then pointing out it should be a Virgil problem whAT DOES THIS MEAN IM SHAKING

WHY WOULD HE BE DECEIT AGAIN IM DYING. "Idk if you guys can tell but I'm a little silly"

"then why are you lying" no everybody I don't need angst

THE BLACK AND THE WHITE THEORY I SAW GOING AROUND good job to whoever thought of that

JOAN

the forbidden dance

INTO A BUTTHOLE WHAT IS IT WITH HIM AND BUTTHOLES

there u go thomas said it too

haters gonna hate hate hate hate hate FHDSLAKLFD

irresponsible parenting, Logan completing the parental unit of the sides

"maybe there's hope for you after all!" me looking at all my wips

REMUS' LAUGH IS PERFECT. also "BITCH WHAT IS *YOUR* DEAL"

"you've never been one to soften the truth" OH BOI HERE WE GO

"do we have some case of brain swap???" I legitly said "maybe" in unison with Patton the first time

Vee pls stop putting Thommy boy down he's having a bad time

Logan trying to put some sense into the situation is my only spark of hope for this to turn back good

REMUS IS SO DRAMATIC

That lick was ....... let's pretend it never happened

"you know who can help us with that???" DECEIT'S SONG COMING UP that was great, imagine the chaos that the duo would create

"THATS WHAT REPRESSION IS?"

gasp Remus trying to make Virgil angry at Logan shall not stand DON'T PUT THEM AGAINST ONE ANOTHER HE'S JUST TRYING TO HELP

"you all are not listening to Thomas" this is the development I needed

"you're just para-" and he cuts himself. You all know what I'm talking about. Foreshadowing probably? This happened too back then when Roman was almost calling him the same. And then Virge looks so hurt I- "thank you for being on guard" that made me want to cry idk

the whole speech Logan gave? Pure gold. That was perfect.

HE SAID FIGURATIVELY *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

"UH RECORD SCRATCH?"

"does this make me cool?" djslagrkglhf also the teeth thing right after what the

... the deodorant eating ...

DUKEY

The first time I watched I thought his name was spelled Remis that's how dumb my Italian ass is

Still I love his name bc I'm a nerd for ancient culture, ESPECIALLY Roman (and ancient Greek but it isn't mentioned here) and I love the little thing they did with both Creativity names, super clever and very much liked on my part.

"I would never hide anything from you" and he looks at Virgil JUST ALL THIS FORESHADOWING

LOGAN SHOWING HIS TEETH BACK UP

"how about you shut up" Roman what the hecc man

THAT THING INTO LOGANS HEAD UNSETTLED ME A BIT

what are they doing to him today let him rest

double blow

"can we logic our way out of that?" everybody nodding was so pure

"shit"

THAT FUCKING JUMPSCARE I'M SORRY WHAT THE FU

"not all thoughts are meaningful"

He's go- no he's back again

THE CALLBACK MENTION AND PATTONS REACTION... probable foreshadowing to what Joan said about there being a part two of SvS?

"When are you actually gonna jump out of a moving car I've been bringing it up for years" so it's not just me..?

"it is okay if the thought happens to cross your mind"

"everything is okay" I'm going to cry I needed that

I love how Logan touches the topic that there is no problem in seeking help from therapists. There's a lot to say on this, but I was really glad that was pointed out since the are a lot of stereotypes on the matter

why did Virgil look like he was about to cry

Patton I love you

Thomas going to rest is what everyone wanted to see

Virgil confronting Remus I'm living you're doing amazing sweetie

"you tickle me emo"

"it was just like old times" then Pat and Lo's looks in this essay I will

ROMAAAAN

VIRGILS SMILE

"YOU'RE ALIVE"

"I LOVE YOU" ME TOO!! ME TOO ME TOO

"are you good?" "are you hurt at all?" I love when the sides look out for each other

"I'm sorry Logan" right through the heart. Another development.

I need y'all to look at Virgil in this exact second because. he.

that's my point.

All those smiles while Logan's talking are making me alive

"No seriously, you're ... really ... cool" I started tearing up right here. Twice. And then Logan sinks down cause he's not at all used to this and he's feeling t h i n g s please keep on being appreciated you deserve it

Also Patton always learning from his mistakes and understanding them when he does something wrong or he thinks in the wrong direction, that's something I think a lot of people need to learn, including myself. Like, it's okay to be wrong and make mistakes, just do your best to make sure you're improving yourself afterwards, instead of dwelling on it too much

"I don't like him" makes two of us

"Soooo you have a brother?" oh boy

The m i r r o r it's making me cry

"He's gone now and he's never coming back!" "I don't think that's-" "BYEE" what was all that talk about repression for if you contiNUE TO DO THIS ROMAN please I beg of you let us hELP YOU he's making me die inside

Oh boi the big moment. I already expected a bomb to drop since Virgil was the last one remaining.

"You okay buddy?" "Huh?" op somehow was already found crying

"I'm a little disappointed in myself" istg all that foreshadowing mixed with me wanting to hug him

The music picking up tension, this is poetic cinema let me tell you

I noticed how he calls them "the others", all these tiny details is what I'm living for

"I should know better" I couldn't beLIEVE IT, also how he seemed to be so frustrated made something inside me break

the pause and then "Because I was one of them", the music stops for a second, a little second in which you can hear my distant screaming "GOSH HE SAID IT IT WAS TRUE"

Thomas is speechless and just stares at him while the music picks up again and then Virgil's sigh and expression sinking down like "there you have it. that's the truth. and you can't do anything about it" he looks so defeated I'm breaking down.

Did I already mention poetic cinema? I just love angst and this scene was perfect

First time watching I, too, barely understood anything I was listening to in the last parte because all of that was really a lot to take in.

"Those thoughts that you may have thought do not define you"

"[the thought] may simply be that we are really okay"

"Go to bed!" me

no im not in the mood for food because for some unfathomable reason I had anxiety before the video dropped yay me

WHY ARE U DRINKING RED WINE WITH THAT DISH

GAVIN BEST BOY EVER

and last but not least: are you fucking serious Remus

THERE'S A SNAKE IN MY BUTT FANDFKJL

I didn't expect this topic at all and I am so glad it was talked about, thankfully my intrusive thoughts do not bother me as much as I realized other people's do. And I never saw anyone talking about this before, which is why it makes this video so important. I saw a tweet recently about someone saying that it is okay if you think about weird things, the important is that you never act on them, that's what makes you a good person. But I think this video really explains it far better and I never realized how common something like this was? So yeah another time in which I've been educated and couldn't be happier about it. These people really are bringing light to the world gah I LOVE THEM.

oKAY guess I'm done this was a wild ride and yeah I tend to point out EVERYTHING, so here you have it, as I already mentioned if you feel the need to geek out too, I'm here for ANYBODY! (pls I have no friends)

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sooghostwriter · 5 years

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CLUB ıChapter 3ı

Genre: AU. Adult. Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC Plot: Moon Soo goes to EXO Club (aka EXO Strip club) one day, and falls under the spell of one dancer, D.O.

Notes: Love Shot came just in time.

Chapter 3

The sound of her cellphone woke her up.

It wasn’t the alarm, so it was for sure from the hospital. She grunted her way to the desk where she left the piece of plastic. It was one of her colleagues asking for some useless information. She cursed at him, then gave him the information and then hung up. She turned around, already awaken and saw Kyung Soo moving under the sheets, stretching and rubbing his face “Want some breakfast?” She asked him. He only nodded, grunting.

She was almost done preparing the must needed food when Kyung Soo appeared, all freshened up. It was a really nice view.

He sat at the table as she served him a mug of freshly made coffee “Thanks” He said, his voice deep and a little bit hoarse. She sat next to him and gave him a signal to go ahead and eat. And he did, with a lot of gusto. That brought a smile to her face.

They remained in comfortable silence for a long while. Apparently, he was as hungry as she was, and in need of caffeine too.

“You got a call, you have to leave?” He broke the silence as he stood up to serve himself a new cup of coffee “No, it was a colleague with a question, sorry if it woke you up”

“It’s ok, did you sleep well?”

“Very well, thank you, you?”

“Same, your mattress is amazing” She answered with a smile “You have to go to the club later?”

“Yeah, by 5, I need to rehearse”

“By the way Kyung Soo, when are you performing again that song with the rain?”

“Maybe during the year, sometimes we bring back the best ones”

“Bring back that one! It was one of the best”

“I’ll keep it in mind” She thanked him, turning around to face him, and saw him biting his lip, in deep thought “What is it?” She asked, bringing him back “I have a question, I don’t know how you will take it, but I have to ask”

“Ask then” He took a deep breath and remained serious “Now that we did it, are you like…done with me?” He was faking indifference, maybe trying to light up the mood or protect himself. It was a very vulnerable question to ask, but she was glad he did it “I’m not even halfway done with you, I still have to get you to give me a lap dance” He couldn’t control his childlike laugh, lowering his head, shy "Are you over this?" She asked back, not sure of what answer she could expect "No, I'm not, but are you looking for a relationship?”

“I don’t think so, I mean, I like you a lot, but we don’t know each other well, and also, I don’t have the energy nor time for a relationship”

“Yeah, I understand, and I feel the same”

“So…we are like each other regulars” Kyung Soo gave it a little though, nodding “I like that deal”

“Deal then” Moon Soo offered him her hand, and he shook it, a playful smile started to flourish on his face “Just one thing Moon Soo, I don’t do lap dances”

“Not even me?!” She was truly hurt “No exceptions”

“Well, that chair was an exception” She let go of his hand and crossed her arms “You are right, she is different you know, we have something special”

“Lucky bitch” Kyung Soo exploded in a shy laugh again, she wanted to get one of those at least once a day.

They were already done with breakfast. She needed a shower and maybe a morning power nap because she still felt tired and her legs still felt more jelly than muscle. Yes, they had promised each other more sex during the day, and she really wanted to do so. But she was so tired, and she had the night ship that day.

But her libido got the best of her.

She took that shower, and when she came out, Kyung Soo gave her this look, and his hair looked cute, and he was wearing those glasses, and he smelled really nice, and she was done.

They did it twice before lunch.

One more time after lunch. “Want me to drop you at your place?” She offered him, as she was putting on her clothes “I don’t think I can make it, but you could drop me at the club”

“Sure!”

It was nice that the club was just on the way to the hospital. Two of Kyung Soo’s jobs were on her way. She liked that she could help him by giving him a ride, so he didn’t have to spend money and time in transportation.

She parked in front of the club, just where the alley was. She saw in the corner of her eye a group of men chatting at the stairs in the backdoor of the club.

Kyung Soo grabbed his bag and jacket and grasped the handle of his door “I would kiss you goodbye, but the guys are there, and they are not going to leave me alone if they see us kissing”

“I can fix that” She turned on the engine of the car again and drove ahead, just a couple of meters until they couldn't be seen “See?” Kyung Soo laughed and pulled her by the nape. The kiss was long and slow. At some point, Kyung Soo’s hand even caressed her chest teasingly. He groaned suddenly, moving apart. She was left kissing the air “Shit, I just remembered what we did here last night” He said, his ears red “Just now?! that’s all I have been thinking about since we got in!” Kyung Soo laughed again and dropped another kiss on her lips “Bye” He said, caressing her cheek “Bye” She answered, her voice almost a whisper.

She was tempted to ask him when they would meet again but concluded that it was better to wait for it. Let’s see who breaks first.

Most definitely it would be her.

In the end, both broke at the same time.

Kyung Soo texted asking her if he left a pair of pants at her place. There were no pants at her house. To which he answered.

– Oh ok, anyway, wanna go for dinner this week? – She laughed as she was cleaning an ugly cut on a whiny teenager “Doctor, can you not do that meanwhile you are taking care of my wound?”

“Can you not fall down the stairs for bullying a classmate like a jackass?” He winced again because she put a bit too much pressure on the wound. She answered Kyung Soo.

– Dinner sounds nice, want me to pick you up at the club?-

- Sure, I’ll be done by 12 –

- Midnight, nice, all the good places are closed by that time though-

- Well, let’s buy something and let’s eat at your place –

- You just want me for my mattress-

- That, and what lays on top of it – She laughed again, and the whiny teenager started whimpering – Oh yeah, my duvet is very good too –

- Yeah, your duvet –

“Hey, kid, let me tell you something, stop bullying people who are better than you, and maybe, just maybe, when you became an adult you can be as manly, brave and amazing like Kyung Soo”

“Who’s that?”

“Kyung Soo?, He is going to be the end of me” She put a plaster on his wound and then moved to treat a cut on his finger “Ready? I need to put some stitches, prepare for your punishment”

“Moon Soo! Don’t bully the bully” A doctor shout from the next box “I’m not bullying him, I’m saving his finger, one bad movement and he could lose it”

“Moon Soo” Her colleague warned her again “Ok, ok, I will be good, how is my big boy doing? Does it hurt? Where? Here?” She pressed his thumb very lightly, she knew very well how much it could hurt. The young boy started crying again “Moon Soo!!”

She texted Kyung Soo telling him that she would be waiting for him at the alley.

She left the hospital and went shopping for a couple of things she needed. As she passed by the men’s section, she saw a pair of black pants. They were a bit pricy, but the quality was great, and she was sure they would frame Kyung Soo’s ass perfectly. So she bought them for him.

By 11:50 she was parked outside the club. And Kyung Soo was already out waiting for her “Did you wait too long?” She asked him when he got inside the car “No, less than a minute” He dropped his bag in the back seat and put on his seat belt. He smelled amazing and his hair was still wet. He was wearing a white t-shirt and dark jeans. Very sexy. “What do you want to eat?” She asked him as they left the club behind “Nothing to heavy, I was thinking sushi” Just what she was craving.

She took him to a Japanese restaurant that offered take out. They ordered the food and when it arrived both took out their wallets “Let me take care of this, I got good tips today”

“I bet you did, but I have no problem paying for this”

“Ok, let’s split it” She agreed, that was reasonable. They waited for their order chatting about their workday. Kyung Soo was amused by her story about the school bully, and Moon Soo was very interested in the highlights of the boy’s nights at the club.

They ate the sushi, drank a can of beer, and decided to go to bed and get to it. Moon Soo pushed him on the bed, and Kyung Soo landed gracefully, putting his hands behind his head “Strip for me” he said, sounding incredibly sexy, but looking extremely cute with his glasses and his hair fluffy “Aren’t you just being lazy?”

“I’ll show you lazy”

Kyung Soo tortured her for the rest of the night, acting lazy. Moving his fingers over her very slowly, kissing her neck and chest unhurriedly and pounding into her with sluggish thrusts. He fingered with such tortuously slow movements that it made her wonder if Kyung Soo had some dom tendencies. She kept rising, her orgasm pulling up, but never enough to finish. Each time she complained, he grinned darkly.

He really showed her how lazy he was.

Kyung Soo was playful, she realized. There were certain situations where he would feel comfortable and he would drop a joke, hint something naughty or just follow along with her jokes. She liked that. He looked serious all the time, but he was far from that.

When they were both in bed, bathed, and ready to sleep, Moon Soo remembered the gift she had bought.

Kyung Soo looked very pleased with his gift “This is great, the quality is amazing, and I think they will fit perfectly, how much do I owe you?”

“I hope you are joking with that question, let’s say you already paid with that mind-blowing, lazy sex session” He agreed with it.

She turned around to turn off her light, but Kyung Soo stopped her, patting her arm. He didn’t say anything, but Moon Soo knew that was body language for can we talk? Kyung Soo remained put next to her, turning his head to the side so he could look at her “Before we keep meeting after work, getting gifts for each other, and all that, I need to know what your position is in something”

“Tell me”

“Moon Soo, you are not going to offer to save me from this life, right?” She turned her head too, to look at him “What do you mean?”

“Well, I haven’t had this kind of relationship with someone from the audience before, but there had been fans offering to help, to take care of things, you know?”

“Like a sugar daddy”

“Exactly, and although I appreciate the gesture, I feel like despite them liking what I do on stage, they think that what I’m doing is bad, that they have to save me from there, get it?” She did. Offering him that sounded very disrespectful, Kyung Soo was only dancing. Taking off his clothing was part of the performance. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, there was nothing bad about it. “You like this life?” She asked him. Kyung Soo straightened his back and pushed up his glasses “I do”

“Are you proud of what you do?”

“Every choreography takes from two to three weeks to prepare, If I’m not working I’m rehearsing, we take care of our clothing, props, music, for us is not just about getting naked on stage, all of us have some dancing background, we like performing, and sell this fantasy, and I’m very proud of it, I like my job, is my favorite job from the four I have”

“I’m glad to hear that, but to be very honest with you, if you had answered no I’m not proud, I would have offered you to save you from this life” Kyung Soo lost all seriousness and started giggling, hiding his face on the crock of her neck “I’m just worried about your working schedule,” She said, resting her head against his “Don’t, is not that terrible” He remained hidden on her neck, his right arm resting on her waist “I still want to help you out”

“Well, you make a lot more than I do, the rich should help the poor”

“Does that bother you?” He shook his head, tickling her “No, is kind of cool, and you deserve it, you have a hectic schedule too”

“Then I’m going to keep buying you stuff, I weirdly enjoyed doing that today”

“That’s ok with me” He answered with a yawn, and she felt him heavier against her shoulder. She moved down, under the covers, bringing him with her, he cuddled against her frame, and she did the same.

She was blessed with a great night of sleep again.

Moon Soo was getting out of the operation room, craving that hour of rest at the lounge room. That hard mattress was calling her.

Just when she was taking off her crocks, she got a call from the nurse at the main desk “Doctor, there’s a delivery for you in here, you need to pay”

“But I didn’t order…wait, I’m going!” She got up fast, and ran out of the room, into the reception of the hospital “Doctor!” The young nurse called her, and the delivery man in front of her turned around. “Kyung Soo” She dashed to his side “What are you doing here?” Her voice sounded so sweet in her ears, it was a bit weird for her, she could imagine how weird it was for the nurses around her “I thought you could be hungry”

“Always, how much do I owe you?”

“I hope you are joking with that question” He answered, using her own words. She smiled at him and peeked inside the bag. He had brought her some chicken, roasted veggies and rice “Hope you like it”

“I will, you are going back to work now?”

“No, this is my last delivery, I’m going home now, tomorrow early I have rehearsal, next week we are going back to normal with something new, wanna come see me?”

“Of course, are you dedicating it to me?” He laughed, and she saw the nurses that were paying attention to them flinch in surprise, she could hear them sigh “It’s a group performance”

“Nice” He raised a single eyebrow, getting serious all of a sudden “Excuse me?” She could only laugh, and he remained serious for a second before start laughing with her “I’m going to leave you then, see you on Thursday?”

“Let’s make it Friday”

“Friday then, eat everything, goodbye Moon Soo”

“Goodbye” He bowed at the nurses at the desk and walked away “Doctor, who was…?”

“I’m going to eat this at the lounge room, bye girls” She interrupted them, grabbing her bag and walking away, almost jumping with happiness.

She dressed up again. This time she went for a red pencil skirt, a black t-shirt with a cool print on it and black pumps.

She arrived at the club around 10, and there was already a long line waiting outside. Thank god Chanyeol spotted her again and she could skip the line “Miss Kang Moon Soo, welcome”

“Thank you Chanyeol”

“Hey, why is she skipping the line?” A middle-aged woman that was standing 5th or 6th in line raised her voice, clearly mad. Chanyeol stepped out, his words playful but his stand hard “Because she can, beautiful, but don’t worry you will be inside soon, don’t get like that with me, uh?” The woman giggled shyly, and Moon Soo took the opportunity and got inside.

Sehun hugged her over the bar when he saw her “I really missed…”

“My tips, I know”

“No beautiful, I missed you, you are funny, you must have missed D.O too”

“Yes, those were 2 very hard weeks” She lied, drinking the virgin margarita that Sehun prepared for her as they were speaking “I got so many numbers during gay week, I already have a week filled with dates, and the tips are three times bigger”

“I guess everything is bigger during gay night” She joked, and Sehun answered with a loud laugh as he was preparing another drink “Today they are showing a new dance, is going to be amazing” She drank more, faking surprise.

She was on her second virgin margarita, talking to a girl next to her when Baekhyun appeared on stage, wearing a light blue suit, no shirt though, only pants and jacket “Welcome back!” Everybody cheered, and Moon Soo stood up and got into the crowd. At the back, but still with the crowd “Being with our male audience is always fun, but we missed the effervescence of our female audience, let me feel you all” Everybody started shouting and clapping, and Baekhyun opened his arms to receive said effervescence, the guy really knew how to do this “Ah, that was amazing, and my friends also missed you girls, so let’s call them on stage, because we have a very nice surprise for you, first let’s receive here our beautiful god, Kai!” That was the tall guy, Moon Soo remembered. Dressed in a three-piece red suit, no shirt of course, and blonde hair, Kai appeared waving at everybody. He stood next to Baekhyun and patted his back “Now, let’s call here the cutest of all us, Xiumin!” He appeared in a white suit, but he didn’t look cute, he looked dangerous “Now our angel, Chen!” He was new to her, maybe he always performed after D.O, so it was impossible for her to see him. He had a dainty image but walked with grace in his dark green suit, and Baekhyun was right calling him angel, his smile was heavenly “And last, because he is the best” The guys next to him nodded “The manly, the cute and sexy D.O!” He walked in, that signature humble walk that disappeared when the music started. He was wearing a navy blue suit, but with a turtle neck under it. It was so sexy. And she hated that she found him so attractive when he was completely covered. Moon Soo joined the screaming. She just couldn’t avoid it.

The five men onstage lined up, and the music started.

We are aiming at each other, and everything is frozen.

I hear your voice sounds so harsh.

From these thoughts, I begin to choke.

Oh oh oh oh oh Aye ye

With eyes closed,

Each of our hearts is tightly closed.

We are moving away from each other...

Baekhyun was in the center and the guy was a great dancer. His ego poured from his pores, and she thought it as a compliment. It was so hard to focus on only one dancer though. Kai and Xiumin moved like cats, Jongdae and Kyung Soo looked serious and so unapproachable and Baekhyun flirted with every single part of his body.

Ah~ I’m all burning!

I can not breathe, as if I was torn to pieces.

I am dying of thirst!

And just like this cup,

I’m overwhelmed

Feelings on this night …

He had commented with Kyung Soo before about how superb Kai’s performance was. And Kyung Soo had agreed with proudness. But this time it was too much. With his red suit, his long legs and his hair combed in a fancy hairstyle, Kai looked out from this world. All of them looked too good to be true, but since he was the main dancer apparently, all eyes were focused on him most of the time.

The rhythmic, catchy chorus of the song came, and the shouting went wild when their torsos started rolling with expertise. Their chests showed with proudness, all of them except one, of course. At the end of the chorus, their hands, in finger gun mode, pointed at their bulges, and there was a collective intake of air.

Confused love & hate

Beautiful memories

Painted white,

Gradually disappear …

She stopped looking at the other guys, and focused on Kyung Soo, his expression very engrossed in the choreography. It was funny how every step, was followed by a reaction from the audience, and when the 5 of them dropped to the floor with grace, she had to cover one of her ears to avoid future complications.

Even if I close my eyes and ears,

In the end, the answer is love.

Too much ego in my glass

And there is no room for compassion.

I will fill it again, let me hear it …

Now she understood why Kyung Soo rehearsed so much for this. This wasn’t a striping dance. This was real dancing. The choreography was as sexy as it was sharp.

The chorus came again, and it was more violently sexy than before. Their hips making rude movements, and Baekhyun again with that expressive face.

Their hands kept touching their chests and groins, so suggestively. The part of their chest that showed glistened under the lights. She was sure that was stripper glitter right there. It looked very enticing.

People come and go,

And you and I stay in this world together,

Slowly getting used to

To our faded feelings.

My heart burns,

My beliefs evaporate.

Just trust me

We will re-fill this glass.

I’m ready.

Kindle the fire in my heart Yeah ~

They didn’t need to be this rude. They had no mercy. And the worst was that the song was about to finish, Moon Soo was sure, but they still hadn’t taken off a single piece of clothing. Not even the jackets, they haven’t even opened a button from their jackets, and still, everybody was freaking out. Kyung Soo was wearing a turtle neck, and she was horny as hell!

By now, several women from the audience were singing to the catchy chorus. And they kept making finger guns, pointing at them, pointing themselves. Love shooting everybody. The song came to an end, with them fully dressed, girls shouting as if they were being paid to do so and the guys walking out of the stage without looking back.

It was weird how pleasurable the entire situation was. Yes, she was very aroused by the performance, adrenaline was pumping hard in her system. But also, it was so satisfying to watch a good show.

She took a deep breath and went to the bar to finish her margarita. Sehun was grinning at her, she couldn’t tell if mockingly or like an accomplice. She ignored the grin, and paid for the drinks, leaving a nice tip. She bid goodbye, but Sehun’s voice stopped her from leaving “Hey Moon Soo, Why you always leave after D.O performs?” She only raised her eyebrows. He looked at her, and she held his stare. Then his mouth opened wide “Moon Soo?! You and …really?! How?! Hey, don’t leave! you have to tell me!” She walked fast, away from the bar. Surely Sehun wasn’t going to follow her.

She went out in a hurry, Chanyeol bowed at her and allowed another girl in. She walked as fast as her shoes allowed and turned right into the alley. Kyung Soo was just walking outside the club. She reached him and grabbed his hand, pulling him with her “What happened?”

“I think Sehun knows about us, let’s go, he could have followed me” He walked with her, of course, but he didn’t look as worried “They all know I’m seeing someone, but they don’t know who”

“Well, now they will know, I’m sorry” They reached her car fast because she found a parking space on the street. She was about to get in, but Kyung Soo stopped her, grabbing her arms caringly “Oh don’t worry, it wasn’t a secret, I was just having fun seeing them wonder who was and all that”

“Really?” He nodded and smiled at her warmly “Let’s go, I need to be at work in 15 minutes”

Kyung Soo had the night shift at the karaoke place. On their way, they chatted about the show. Moon Soo wanted him to know how good it was “You liked it?” He sounded pleasantly surprised “My god, each one is better than the other, but hey, Kai in this one was really something”

“Oh yeah, he was in his element, he came out with the entire thing”

“Amazing”

“Wasn’t the entire thing super phallic?” Kyung Soo sounded really pleased with that fact, so she wasn’t going to say no. Although it got her thinking and it totally was! It was all hip movements, fingers pointing at cocks, love shot here and there, very phallic “I didn’t know Baekhyun and Chen were dancers too since I always leave when you finish your performance”

“Oh…well, they always act last because normally their performances are too risqué” Now she was curious “Next time stay,” He told her. Moon Soo parked on the street Kyung Soo told her, and she was lucky to find a free spot “Thank you for bringing me”

“Oh mister, it’s my pleasure, are you giving me the love shot?”

“I knew you were going to say something like that, hey, since you look so pretty tonight, why don’t you come in, I will be done at 3, I can invite you some drinks, and a karaoke booth”

“Really?!”

“Yeah, have a drink, relax, and I will drive you home later” She agreed immediately.

She thought she would get bored waiting for Kyung Soo, but she didn’t. She sang song after song. Kyung Soo brought her some food and an assortment of colorful drinks, half of them with alcohol in them. He would come to check on her every 30 minutes, and each time he found her a bit tipsier. She was never prone to get drunk, but tipsiness was always there, and it was her favorite state. She had fun and the next day she was hungover free.

It was a bit past three when he came back, this time wearing his normal attire “Get ready party girl, we are leaving” She stood up, losing her balance but still able to walk. Kyung Soo passed an arm around her waist and walked outside the building “Kyung Soo, can we stop somewhere for a cup of coffee?”

“Sure thing” They drove for about 15 minutes until they found a convenience store. Kyung Soo left her at the seating area and he went for two coffees and a couple of pastries “I’m a bit hurt, you didn’t put bills on my waistband today”

“You danced wearing a turtleneck, no half nakedness, no tip” He tried to contain his laugh, but couldn’t “Can you believe that I got away with it? And I got the exact same reactions and tips”

“You and your…gang exert some weird effect on us ladies, is a mystery to me” He scoffed, muttering gang under his breath. They stayed quiet for a while, drinking their coffee and sharing a chocolate muffin. She took a deep breath. A relaxed breath. Her body felt warm, her legs and arm felt a bit jelly-like due to the alcohol and the weariness of the day. But still, she felt great. She looked great, she had a great company, and she had had the most fun in a while. Since she met Kyung Soo, she started to enjoy what was left of her youth. She moved a bit closer and dropped a kiss on his cheek. Kyung Soo flinched, but then smiled “There’s your tip” She explained, and he bowed at her “I had a great night Kyung Soo, thank you”

“I’m glad, it was nice having you at work, both of them” They toasted with their cups and enjoyed the last sip of coffee “Moon Soo, today I was thinking and I remembered the day I was delivering at your hospital, that day I was shocked when you noticed me, and then proceed to greet me…I thought you were going to act as if you didn’t know me, but you didn’t, I’m used to been ignored outside the club”

“I don’t know what to say…I was hoping to see you”

“It felt nice, I’m just commenting this with you, just want you to know that it didn’t go unnoticed”

“Didn’t I come out a bit…aggressive?”

“Sure, but for good”

“I did my best to control myself”

“Well, that was some crappy job then” She slapped his arm and he laughed moving away from her.

They were parked at her building and the clock said it was 4 o’clock by now. She was now fresh as a lettuce. The coffee helped her, and they drove the rest of the trip chatting about different stuff. Nothing personal, but a lot of stories from youth.

They arrived at her building, and before they went out, Moon Soo grabbed his hand suggestively and asked him “How can I pay you for the ride?”

“The fact that you ask how, is because you are not considering paying with money” His voice was reproaching, but his face looked soft “Nah, I’m not paying with money, don’t be such a capitalist”

Kyung Soo walked her to her apartment with his hand on her hip the entire time. He was giving her support, she didn’t need it, but who was her to deny herself the nice feeling that his hand caused her. On the elevator, he kept touching her. Fixing her hair or brushing her hand with his fingers. She didn’t know if it was on purpose or it just came naturally. But again, she wasn’t the person to stop him from doing so. She didn’t ask him if he was going to stay over, it was a fact, of course.

When the elevator doors opened, Kyung Soo’s hand went back to her hip, and he pulled her closer to his side, walking outside into the hallway.

As soon as they were inside her house, their shoes off and their bags on the floor, Kyung Soo walked her against the wall, kissing her with hunger. His lips moved back and forth between her lips and neck. Her hands were already under his sweater, touching his skin, scratching his lower back “Are you drunk?” He asked, his lips close to her ear “Not at all”

“Great” He grabbed both of her hands, pinning them above her head, his body moved forward, trapping her against the wall. She was immobilized.

Moon Soo couldn’t mutter a word. Her mind was clouded by him.

Her eyes focused on his body, his movements, and those eyes that looked at her from between her legs. Her skirt was rolled up over her waist, and Kyung Soo got rid of her t-shirt and his sweater quickly. She felt so wet, dripping. And Kyung Soo made it worst with all the slurping noises he was making with those sinful lips and tongue. Kyung Soo stopped his ministrations, replacing his tongue with his fingers, moving his mouth to hers, dropping a wet kiss, that she wanted to answer, but couldn’t because Kyung Soo was gone “We always fuck after I perform, is it your kink Moon Soo?”

“You started,” She said between moans. Kyung Soo laughed darkly and posed one leg between hers, making her release a surprised moan “I love the sounds you make Moon Soo” He said, grabbing her waist, making her move her hips against his thigh “Maybe…it’s your kink Kyung Soo, fuck after you perform, to release sexual energy”

“Sexual Energy?”

“Yeah, all that raw sexuality you show on stage has to leave your body some way” She could barely form that sentence, the louder she moaned the harder he moved her hips against his leg, “I think you are right,” He said, dragging his bottom lips slowly up her chin, pulling her lower lip between his lips, sucking on it as he pressed his body closer to hers.

Kyung Soo turned her around, pressing her chest against the wall. He got behind her, posing his hand on her shoulders, moving it down her naked arms, waist and hips. One of his hands moved to the front and softly caressed her clit. The pleasure made her rock her butt against his hard-on. A low growl left his lips, and it ran down her body like a warm shower. She pressed her forehead against the wall, watching his handwork. He slid his other hand up her body and helped her take off her skirt that was getting on his way “Keep your legs widespread for me” He whispered on her ear “Wait for me, don’t move an inch” She felt him move away, for what it felt like an hour.

She could hear his ragged breathing behind her, a hand moved to her back and followed the path of her spine, and ended with a solid spank on her right cheek. She jolted in surprise, and Kyung Soo giggled darkly. She felt the sweat forming on her back and the shaking of her thighs. She couldn’t control her own breathing and the soft whimpers that left her mouth, she tried to calm herself, but the hotness of Kyung Soo’s lips and the wildness of his movements were still vivid in her body. It scared her how she was giving up her self-control. And Kyung Soo was showing a new side of him, yet another. He was ordering her around, no intention of tenderness.

It was scary, exciting and so frustrating. She loved it.

Kyung Soo’s eyes were on her now, she could feel them glued to her body, he was going to attack at any moment and that was all that mattered.

Her breathing came to a halt when she heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, and his jeans sliding down his legs. She felt warmer as he came closer to her “You better not come until I say you can” He whispered on her ear, slowly pressing his body against hers. She nodded, still unable to talk. He arranged her body, lowering her waist to make it fit perfectly with his. With no further advice, Kyung Soo pushed in, deep inside her “Fuck!” Moon Soo snapped, finally getting her voice back. His thrusting was fast and rough. His hands stayed at her hips, his grip getting stronger with each thrust. His mouth took turns between sucking her shoulder or breath against her ear. She tried to muffle her moans against her arm, but it didn’t do too much. She wanted to come. She was ready to come, her orgasm was fighting her will to follow Kyung Soo’s order. She felt how her body started vibrating, her finish announcing itself, but Kyung Soo was faster. He moved away from her, he just wasn’t there anymore. Moon Soo slid down the wall and fell on her knees. Her body just wasn’t able to hold her. Kyung Soo’s breathing came as grunts, he stood behind her, clearly as affected as she was.

Faster than before, his heat was back. He kneeled behind her, kissing her shoulder and hugging her from behind “I’m not done with you, turn around” Moon Soo did as he said. She was sure her face looked like a mess by now. Her eyes were slightly teary, and her forehead covered in sweat. Kyung Soo looked at her frowning, his stare piercing. She didn’t know what his next move was, and the uncertainty scared her for a while. Only until Kyung Soo smiled at her. A warm smile that didn’t show his teeth but softened his entire face “Put your arms around my neck” He instructed her and she followed “Now move your legs here…that’s it, I’m going to pull you up” He grabbed her thighs, and locked them around his waist and with what looked like almost no effort, he stood up, caring her “I’m going to carry you inside, people can pass by your door and they will hear you moaning and screaming…Moon Soo, say something” She rested her head against his shoulder and crossed her ankles behind his back to prevent her from falling “You are so bad Kyung Soo” He chuckled and left her body on the sofa “And you like it” He said, kissing her. She nodded, she couldn’t fool him “You’re so sexy” He whispered against her lips, and she felt her insides explode in excitement. Kyung Soo’s approval felt always so good “On your hands and knees”

Oh shit, it was on.

She didn’t hesitate. Her body suddenly gained new strength and she was back to have a bit of control over it. She positioned herself as told, wiggling her hips at him. Kyung Soo arranged himself against her, and gave her a new instruction “I’m going to put it in, and when I give you the signal, you have to start moving” He followed his command with a hard slap on her right cheek, surprise and pleasure covering the girly yelp she made.

That was the signal.

Moon Soo started moving her hips imitating Kyung Soo’s movements from before. But he didn’t want that “Slow Moon Soo, no hurry, take your time to feel every inch” She wanted to scream. This was too much for her. The number of feelings she had swimming inside of her were confusing, and this was a first, so she didn’t know how to deal with herself. But she was obedient and swallowed that salad of feeling. She didn’t want to make Kyung Soo wait. She followed his orders. And she started to move her hips as slowly as she could. Focusing on the feeling of Kyung Soo’s engorged shaft inside her and how easily it slid in and out. Kyung Soo kissed her back and pulled her by the hair, moving her closer to his chest, until they were stuck to each other “I’m almost there Moon Soo, move faster” She did as told, enjoying the slapping sounds of each thrust, how strongly he hugged her, holding her tightly from behind “Kyung Soo, please let me…can I…can I come…please” She begged, and felt like crying when Kyung Soo allowed her to do so, inviting her to come with him. Kyung Soo released her from his strong grip, grabbed her hips and started thrusting hard and fast until Moon Soo shouted in pleasure, contracting around his dick, making him finish immediately. He dropped on top of her, she could barely stand in her fours “Moon Soo, you are amazing, come here” He detached from her body and sat on the couch, bringing her with him. Moon Soo winced when her bottom rested on his thighs, the places where he had spanked her were burning now “Did I hurt you?” He asked her, kissing her forehead, cleaning the sweat with his hand and cuddling her in his arms “No, not at all” She answered with a string of voice “That was…” She didn’t need to find the words to describe what just happened because Kyung Soo interrupted her with a deep kiss “Thank you for allowing me to do it” He said, kissing the love bites that were already showing bright on her skin “You are very welcome, whenever you need it…it was a really good night” A shiver ran down her body when Kyung Soo kissed her again “Are you cold?” He asked with worry “No, it’s just an aftershock from that great orgasm you gave me” Kyung Soo laughed shily, that innocent demeanor back. The contrast of his personality always took her breath away She hid her face in the crook of his neck and released a long sight “Kyung Soo, I’m tired” The last thing she heard was something similar to an exasperated sight. He muttered something but she couldn’t grasp what he said. She had fallen asleep. She felt him trying to wake her up, but it was impossible.

She was long gone now.

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sweet-chlo · 5 years

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Serendipity || Chex

Tagging: Chloe Lynn & Alexander Cross When: April 9, 2019 Where: Alex’s house Notes: :)

Chloe

Chloe couldn't go into this marriage and not have a proposal. It didn't feel right and she felt that Alex should have something to show that she wasn't just going into this due to their contract but that she was actually excited to experience this adventure with him and Faith. Over the weekend Chloe went shopping for rings and found one that she felt suited Alex perfectly. Even with the for sure of their marriage going through there was still a sense of nervousness that fluttered in her belly. What if he didn't like the ring? Or what if he actually didn't like her and only went through with this because they were forced to? That last one was bullshit and she knew it because they'd been getting along so well and there was a lot of honesty between them. But still, a flurry of what ifs went here and there and she tried to keep herself grounded and confident.

Chloe packed the ring into her purse and left it here all day, thinking about it even while Alex was at the studio working on the studio's landscape. There were various points she considered going outside and doing the proposal right then and there, with him sweaty and her a rambly mess. But she held off. It wasn't until later, while Alex showered that she decided to go for it. In her overnight bag she packed a clean dress and perfume, along with some candles because she wanted this to be sweet and meaningful. Chloe set about getting the room ready for Alex and she had just finished applying fresh makeup when the sound of the water from the shower stopped. "Okay," she whispered to herself as her eyes went to the drawer which had the ring box. Her hands went to her hair and she made sure it was perfect, same as her makeup and jewelry. "Lets do this, Chlo. He'll be surprised. Or maybe not. But he'll like this."

Alex

Unknowing of Chloe's thoughts about a proposal and her plan to ask him Alex had been planning to purpose to her. He'd found the ring before he'd figured out how to ask her. It didn't have to be anything big but he at least wanted it to be something sweet and original. Alex couldn't imagine getting married without being engaged first, it was so ingrained in the way he viewed marriage, this damn law and lottery be damned, he was sticking to his own beliefs about marriage. They might not have the traditional built up of things but Alex could see a future with Chloe and this was his way of showing that he was serious about this. He'd taken a quick shower, sending his mother -the only one who was in the know about his plan- a quick text that they were home and that she could bring Faith back. She responded by sending him a picture of Faith wearing the shirt he had made for today. He slipped into a pair of dark colored jeans and a button-down shirt and as he buttoned it up he stepped out of the bathroom into the master, stopping short when he noticed Chloe. “Wow, you look stunning...”

Chloe

She knew he was moments away from leaving the bathroom but it still made her jump a little when he emerged. Chloe's eyes went to him and, "I can say the same about you. I don't know if it's the sun or the color of that shirt on you but you look as handsome as ever." Instead of going to where the ring was Chloe walked over to him. "Want to order dinner?" her fingers danced up and down the front of Alex's shirt while she cozied against him.

Alex

Alex smiled, leaning down to lightly brush his lips over hers, enough pressure to feel the softness of her skin but not enough to mess up her lipstick. “Hmm-mm, what would you like? Thai, pizza, sushi...” his voice trailed off when he finally noticed the candles she had set. "... or we can wait?"

Chloe

As his lips neared, skimming her own the the softest touch, Chloe's eyes fluttered closed. "You know I have no problem with waiting, especially when I couldn't stop thinking about taking you to the back room at the studio and having my way with you." Her fingers curled and caught his shirt underneath it. "I think sushi would be good for dinner though. Just to toss that out now."

Alex

Alex rested his forehead against hers, hands sliding over her hips. “Next time, feel free to not just think about doing that but actually do it,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose, knowing his next words would kill the mood. “Mum will be here in about 5 minutes to bring back Faith, unfortunately... Sushi sounds great though.”

Chloe

"Does this mean we only have five minutes to have fun or should we save that for later?" Chloe raised up high enough on her toes and kissed his lips. "The quickest of quickies." Her hand lowered and palmed the front of Alex's pants before she pulled back. "Before we do anything..." Not that there was much time for them to actually have sex but she wanted Alex to think that's what's about to happen. "I have something to show you."

Alex

“You deserve more than the quickest of quickies,” he breathed, meaning every word. He looked into her eyes. “Do you now..” he asked curious about what it might be.

Chloe

Chloe nodded and took a step back, then another. "But I need you to close your eyes, okay." She said as she stopped close to the foot of the bed. "And no peeking. You'll have to deal with a pouty me if you peek."

Alex

He was about to take a step forward to follow her but stopped as she spoke, closing his eyes. “I'll be good, no peeking,” he said, raising his hands and covering his eyes, “See?”

Chloe

Chloe moved, ducking down to see if he could peek through his fingers. She even waved her hands and playfully turned around and smacked her ass lightly but there was no reaction. Happy with this she went to the nightstand and opened it carefully. She opened the box and took a deep breath as she took the ring out. The box went to the stand and Chloe went back to him and she thought about how she wanted to do this since it wasn't everyday she proposed and all the times she's seen it was with the man proposing. Chloe lowered to her knee, after she adjusted the dress and licked her lips. "Okay..." she said as she was ready for him to see. "You can open your eyes."

Alex

A chuckle escaped him as the sound of Chloe smacking her ass filled the room. “Tease,” he muttered, more to himself than for Chloe's ears. Alex lowered his hands and opened his eyes and blink against the soft light, eyes traveling down to see her sitting in front of him on one knee. “Chlo...” he asked, surprise clear in his voice. She wasn't about to do what he thought she was, or was she?

Chloe

Her little heart was racing now, which she thought was crazy because no matter what they were getting married in less than a month and half from now, but there was still that chance that he'd say no. That he didn't want to wear her ring or any other reason she couldn't think of. "Okay. So," she breathed out. "I know we haven't known each other for long and you and I had our minds set on other people that we were getting married to. You with Laura and me, well, I guess mine doesn't matter because he's matched to someone else now. But ever since I got that letter in the mail and we've started to date, which I totally see what we've been doing these past so many weeks, I've grown to know you and Faith and have pieced together such a fun and promising future in my head. We still have so much time ahead of us to get to know each other and to love each other and I just want to do this the right way because we should. That just because the higher ups thrown us together it doesn't mean that it's a bad match or a mistake. Because it's not. I really, really like you Alex and I want you as my husband. I want to be Faith's mom. I want for us to have a good life together." She took a deep breath because she said so, so much. "What I'm trying to say is will you m-" and as she got to the question there was the sound of the front door closing and Alex's mom calling out his name.

Alex

All Alex could do was listen to her and admire Chloe for doing this. It took a lot of guts to go down on one knee and propose after all. He felt every word that was falling from her lips and he couldn't help but wonder what future she had pieced together in her head and if it fitted with the future he could see before them. A smile brightened his face when Chlo mentioned wanting to be Faith's mom... He groaned, this time out of frustration when his mother's voice interrupted the moment. “I'm so so sorry about this... Hold that thought,” he held out his hand for her to take and help her to get back on her feet. “This going to sound crazy as hell but trust me when I say that this is one story our grand-kids will ask to hear over and over again,” he told her as he leads her downstairs. “I had this whole speech prepared but you beat me to it, I want to show you something.” As they reached the hallway he let go of Chloe's hand and pressed a quick kiss to his mother's cheek, taking Faith of her hands. He waited for his mum to take her leave, before turning Faith in his arms so Chloe could read the words on her shirt. “I can still do the whole speech if you want me too,” he mentioned as he awaited her reaction.

Chloe

What timing! Chloe could feel the question die away but there was so much movement and partial explanation as to what was going on that all she could do was follow Alex, with his ring still in one hand, and be led out to the front of the house. After he gave his mom a kiss Chloe did the same and said bye to her as she left quickly. What was going on? As she turned back to Alex and saw him face Faith in her direction her eyes dropped to the front of the little girl's shirt and laughed. "How is it that we both planned to do this on the same night?" she asked as she looked back to Alex. "I still want to hear speech. Then we can tell each other our answers." Chloe went to give Faith a cute kiss on the cheek after saying this.

Alex

“I keep thinking us being matched was meant to be, this another sign that I might be right having that thought.” Alex nodded his head, slipping his hand into his pocket and, curling his fingers around it, pulled the ring out of it, keeping it in his hand but out of sight for Chloe for now. He got down on his knee. He looked over at Chloe, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smile as she kissed Faith. “So okay, we, indeed, haven't known each other for that long,” he started, repeating some of the words Chloe had just used in her proposal, “and yes, we have to get married and at first when I planned this I felt as if I needed to propose because we have to get married but along the way, the more time we got to spend together and the more I got to know you, it turned from feeling obligated to pop the question to 'wanting' to pop the question because I want this marriage to be real. In the short time we've known each other I've grown really fond of you, I like you, I like spending my time with you...” he breathed in before continuing, “I can't help but smile when the caller-id shows your name. I love how positive you are about things and like you, I can see a future with you as my wife and I'd love for you to be Faith's mom. Us getting re-matched, as strange as it might sound, I'm happy we got matched. So this is not because we have to but because I really want you to be a permanent part in my life. So what I'm trying to ask is... ,” he points to Faith's shirt. “Will you marry me?”

Chloe

Chloe knew what was coming but she still brought her hands up to her chest, holding them together while this kept his ring safely tucked inside her palm. Her eyes teared up the more he spoke and soon Chloe found herself on her knees as well. Might as well all be down there together. Licking her lips she showed Alex the ring she bought for him, a ring with the inscription of From this moment on and nodded. "I'll marry you, Alex." Her lips went to his while her free hand took hold of Faith's to include her in this moment.

Alex

Alex smiled into the kiss, “It's beautiful,” he murmured against her lips before leaning back and showing her the ring he got her, a clear diamond set in white gold and two smaller, shaped to resemble leaves, blue stones, making it into a flower. “This reminded me of you when I saw it,” he mentioned, as he took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger. “And yes, I'll marry you Chlo.”

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dear--charlie · 5 years

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Dear Charlie,

Tomorrow I am going to fly home. There was nobody here today. A was busy. I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t do anything. I had wanted to go buy presents but there is no space left in my suitcase. I mean…space yes…but the weight is already on limit. I finished packing my suitcase. I called my mom. We didn’t get along. She said we’d probably be annoyed when we lived together again because she and dad had had their own life for the time I was gone and so did I. She made some hurtful comments. I don’t want to go back. I’m looking forward to seeing A on New Years but until I see her, I have to be at home for 7 days. Also..I won’t have a room in the student allocations because they don’t want to pay for it if I only stay 3 months and have a 4 week interruption for my interneship, where I’ll live at home. This means I will live with them until September 2019. Have a 2 hour car drive every morning, which makes 4 hours of car every day. There are no buses. The parking is expensive. So is the gas. But anyway. I understand their point. A room is expensive. I just don’t know if all the gaz and parking I’m gonna pay won’t be the equivalent of the rent costs. My parents and I, especially my mom and I…we don’t work out anymore (my dad and me never really did). I love them. But I need my distance. My mom judging what I eat, what I do, when I’m on the phone, when I read or watch TV or who I talk to, is simply something I can’t take anymore. It was good here. I was alone. My mental health was the same degree of fucked up than it is at home. But at least I was out of the closet. At home, not even my close(s)t friends know (ha ha ha got the pun?). Charlie..I don’t want this life anymore. I don’t want to be different. All I even wanted was to fit in but somehow I never did. Oh well, and me meeting James was…weird. I was mad because my flatmates had promised me to clean their mess before leaving. But..surprise..they didn’t. So I was a little late. 3 minutes. But still. He had been waiting. We went upstairs of this café and had our tea. It was awkward. I tried to keep the conversation going and whenever I didn’t, he started looking at me with THAT look. I told him about A. I mentioned her 4 times. But that didn’t seem to bother him much. Maybe because I said “ma copine” and not “ma blonde” like they call girlfriends here. He might have thought of her as “a friend” not “the girlfriend”. After an hour I said I had to go home and clean. So I did. We said bye. It was weird. He wanted to hug me but didn’t dare so I just turned around and went away. I got home. And he texted me saying that if I was too annoyed by the cleaning, he could come and help. I didn’t open the message and after I was done cleaning, I told him that I was done now, “but thanks”. Then I went to sleep. At 1 in the morning he texted me this long ass message where he basically said that if I need help or “something” on Sunday (tomorrow), I could tell him. And if I wanted “one last dance” he could also come. And you know what? I was sad that nobody cared about me staying here alone or bothered to really say by… So..I said yes. Now tomorrow, you see, he’ll come help me with the luggage in the staircase and maybe offer one last dance. I’m greatful. He could have become a good friend if I’d met him earlier. Sad actually. I’m so numb. I feel like crying but I don’t know why. I’m not sad or happy. I’m just nothing. Numb and very very VERY cynical. I just don’t want to…exist anymore, you know? So on 24th we usually see my grandma (it’s her birthday) and the rest of my mom’s family. Now..the family is weird. My obese aunt doesn’t work because of “health issues” (which basically means because she’s overweight and always says she’s ill even though she isn’t.) My cousin: one year younger than me. Quit school. Never worked. Doesn’t find(want) an apprenticeship. Weird girlfriend. My other cousin: 24 (I think): quit school. Works approximately once a year for 2 weeks and either leaves the job or is fired. Weird girlfriend. They broke up. Now: girlfriend. Who has a kid AND is pregnant again (not from my cousin). And then my other cousin 27 (I think?). She’s okay. She and her husband never stay long on Christmas dinner (because they have to see her husband’s family too, aka, because they enjoy those meetings as much as I do, which is zero). All of them.. are envious about my “success” and the fact that we have more money than them (because my parents actually work and don’t live on the government’s expenses) (they are so envious that we open our presents at home and never take them to open them with the rest of the family. And then we say that we didn’t get each other presents this year. Since we started doing that, things are much easier). Last Christmas (🎵 I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away 🎵 , sorry, I tried to cheer myself up with Christmas music today, didn’t work. Anyway. Last Christmas,) my 24 year old cousin said I “had it easy”. That I “didn’t do shit but still had good grades”. I said I’d “worked my ass off” to get a diploma, to make it through the tough test to enter university and that, so far, I hadn’t had any time off since the beginning of the year and that whereas he would go home the day after that day and do nothing, I’d go home to my books and study for my exams. He said, “anyway, uni is easy. You don’t need to brag about it” (which I did not. I’d just listed a fact because he’d pissed me off. But then I did brag). I said, “well, you know what? At least I worked hard, and at least, I GO to uni.” Pretty needless to say that you could cut through the tension in the room and that we left as soon as dinner was over. Okay..so then there is my grandma. I love her. She halfway raised me. But she changed so much that I don’t recognise her anymore. She is under the influence of my aunt (who basically spends every day there and uses my grandma) and it doesn’t do her any good. My aunt met this guy and had my cousin. Then she had my other cousin. With the same guy. They split. She was pregnant. She met another guy. She claimed my third cousin was from him. The only person in the family to actually NOT know who his dad is, is my cousin himself. Anyway. They split. Now this year, my aunt met a really weird guy my mom knows from childhood. They are “so in love”, and……..are gonna marry. In summer. After knowing each other for like 9 months? Yea..sorry for degrading them. I’m just listing facts. I wished you could hear the way this letter sounds in my head. Emotionless, quick paced, sarcastic, cynical and with a lot of emphasis on some words. Words that I’d write in cursive but I don’t know how to do thaz, so I write some of them in capitals. On 24th I’ll land at midday. My mom told my grandma I’d be tired and we wouldn’t come. So Christmas-tradition adios. Am I sad? Not really? It’s just weird to not spend it with them. But I don’t really care. So whatever. 25th? We never really do anything. Usually on 26th we see my dad’s grandparents (why not on 25th aka on ACTUAL Christmas? Well because my grandma wants to give us “a day to digest the food from 24th”). Now..one of my dad’s brothers died from an overdose. The other one, a junkie, lives on the street. I don’t know either of them. They have kids. The dead one probably has kids all over the country. Apparently he was a real rabbit when it came to women. And like a rabbit, he didn’t protect himself the way he should have. The difference between my “uncle” and a rabbit is that a rabbit doesn’t do drugs and doesn’t know protection exists (well actually there are no rabbit condoms, so he can’t know about the existence of something that doesn’t actually exist. His owners will castrate the rabbit if they don’t want any more rabbits. I don’t think my uncle would have let anybody castrate him. So that’s that.) The other “uncle” has a kid who has a kid and no boyfriend. She never talked to my grandparents. Not once. Except for last year, when this kid (actually woman) appeared out of nothing and asked my granny for money, who didn’t give it to her. Now..my granny, you see, always says dad is her only child and I am their only grandchild. Which sad but I get her reasoning. My family is fucked up. I don’t know how my parents turned out so well. They are educated. They graduated. My mom went to uni and my dad went through many exams so that he basically also has a degree. They work. They have me. I’m not a bad child. I always studied. My grades were good. I never got into trouble (if you don’t count that one time where I wanted to buy juice and I put into my pocket until we went to paye but unfortunately forgot to take it out of my pocket and actually pay it, found out at home and made my mom drive all the way back to the store because I couldn’t live witht the thought of having stolen something, even if it was by accident. I was 4). I go to university. I speak 5 languages. I’ve got my shit together…if it weren’t for the mental illness that nobody knows about. It’s funny though. My dad’s mom and my dad have depression. Last time on the phone, I was tired of always hiding how I feel so I just didn’t hide it and was openly lethargic. And… my mom said “now stop it. You sound like your grandmother”. Great. She doesn’t get the link. Anyway…it’s not as if it mattered. As if this time of the year wasn’t already bad enough, this afternoon I wanted to order sushi but they didn’t accept my card. Then I wanted to order chinese but they didn’t deliver. So I went for take out. But the shop was closed. Then walked though snow to have lunch which wasn’t exactly the definition of delicious (all of that because my flatmates didn’t leave me any food when they left and I didn’t want to buy a whol package of something because it would be a waste). The… I realised that I’d give the driver of the bus who’s coming to pick me up, my old phone number (I don’t know why). So I was waiting for a confirmation of the schedule for when he’d come to pick me up when I realised he didn’t have any means to reach me because I’d accidentally given him the wrong number. So I contacted the headquarters and tried to fix the problem. It worked. I now know my driver will be there at 12:30. Great. I’m just really realy really cynical today. I’m sorry.. I’m also sorry that this letter was a mess and that now you know far too much about my family. But well…why not? Right? Anway. Have a nice Christmas Love always, Lena. 22.12.2018, 19:59 P.S. have you ever seen the movie “it’s kind of a funny story”? If yes, you can imagine the tone of this letter being similar to the narration of the movie in the first half.

#dear charlie #lena

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