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wandasfavreal · 1 month

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Make You Mine

Wanda x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ummm stepmom Wanda being upset with you for hosting a birthday party and not listening to her??

Idkkk this is my first time writing anything SO PLEASE just give me chance. I’m not really sure what I’m doing but like it’s something and I wrote this in one sitting. So please ignore any mistakes I made

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Stepmom!Wanda x Fem!Reader, alcohol, intoxicated r, non/con, somnophilia, mommy kink, oral(r receiving), jealousy, mentions of straight relationship, just Wanda being pervy

The floor trembled under you as music played obnoxiously through the speakers. You had the house to yourself and since it was your 21st birthday, you hosted a party at your house. There was around twenty people or so that you invited, having known them from college or even before.

With the promises of causing no trouble and being good, your father decided to give you permission to celebrate with your friends. Your step mom on the other hand, not so much.

“Y/N no, I told you already I don’t want you and your friends making a mess in the house that I know you’re not going clean,” Wanda said sternly as she set the dirty dishes in the sink. It was so rare for the older woman to ever let you do anything surrounding your friends. Despite being an adult, she’s always treated you as if you were a kid who never knew how to take care of yourself, and you hated it. Here she was doing that exact thing.

“I promise I’ll clean everything, Wanda. Just let me,” you responded, helping her clean up the table from dinner just to prove a point. She sighed before looking back up and at you, her expression displaying a displeasured look. You, being persistent, kept trying. Begged even as you put on a pleading face. “Please, I’ll do check ins and make sure nothing breaks or anything.”

Wanda found herself amused at your attempt of convincing her, the use of ‘please’ being sorta cute. However, you breaking stuff or making messes weren’t her actual concerns. She just didn’t trust you with your friends.

There were so many nights where she’d catch you trying to sneak out with them, sometimes not being able to and waking up to see you in the morning covered with marks and hickies from whatever. It made her feel an itch whenever she saw you unawarely show off anything that didn’t come from her. Plus, she was always worried about your friends taking advantage over you and making you do stuff she just thought you shouldn’t be doing. And now that you’re planning on a party where’d you be unsupervised, and possibly going to be doing more of these things, she just couldn’t bear the thought.

“For the last time. No-“

“Hey come on it’s fine. Let the kid do what she wants, it’s her 21st birthday,” your father intervened, not noticing the anger and frustration on his wife’s face. He smiled at you, and went his way to Wanda through the kitchen, putting his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just take it as a chance to go on a date or something.”

The sight of him touching her and the word ‘date’ coming out of his mouth made your stomach churn. You didn’t know why though. Sure there were moments you found Wanda attractive and pretty even, but she was like a little less than twice your age and married to your father. It’d be weird to like her in any way like that. Right…?

“Well, thanks dad. I’ll go ahead and do it then,” you replied, your voice sounding taunting to Wanda as you glared up at her.

Excusing yourself, you went to your bedroom, trying to get the picture of the two out of your head. But before leaving, you noticed how Wanda somewhat pushed him away gently.

Back to the party, there you were taking shots and drinks down your throat like you’ve had before. Since you were now legally able to drink alcohol, everyone brought some combined with any that you found in the cabinets. You knew Wanda would probably be mad at you for taking some, but at least you left her favorite wine.

After a couple hours of playing games and enjoying your time letting the drunk feeling sink in, people began to leave, saying bye as they departed and said their birthday wishes to you. It was around 1am at this point, and you knew your dad and Wanda would be back soon. Though, you could barely see anything as you walked. After taking so much of the burning liquor and not considering the consequences, you felt completely sick and out of it, obviously not remembering your promises of cleaning up. Your phone was no where to be found and you had no clue about Wanda’s concerns.

Your last couple of friends helped you with a little bit of trash, picking up only after themselves however, and leaving most of it to you. Feeling lightheaded, you found your way to your room as you held onto the walls, plopping down on the bed once you were in as if you weren’t on the verge of throwing up. As you laid down comfortably, your eyes became heavy, leading you into a deep sleep in which you didn’t hear the car driving and parking onto the driveway.

Wanda came into the house, already prepared to yell at you after you didn’t answer her calls from earlier. She walked over the cups and napkins left on the floor toward your room, expecting you to be up and just ‘busy’ doing anything but cleaning like you said. But instead, she walked into you passed out on your bed, still in your uncomfortable clothing as you reeked of alcohol. She once again sighed out in irritation, not sure if she should be shouting at you or your father for letting you host a stupid a party.

She takes a few steps towards you, reaching her hand out to gently push the loose strand of hair from your face as you slept at the edge. Wanda couldn’t help but smile at your cute sleeping antics though, noticing your eyebrows create an indent in between and your nose twitch. Picking you up with her unusual strength, she put you into bed correctly, placing your head onto the soft pillow lightly. She paused for a moment thinking about her next move as she realized again the clothes you were wearing. They were revealing and provocative, something you’d never proudly wear in front of her or your father. Wanda bit her bottom lip, not knowing whether she should do what she’s thinking, but she did it anyway.

Slowly, she put her hands at the hem of your short top, trying her best to take it off you without you waking. She just didn’t want you to sleep in uncomfortable clothing, that’s all… Successfully pulling it off, she threw it down on the floor. Her eyes trailed down to your chest, which was still covered with your bra. She blushed a bit, finding your body beautiful yet so tempting her eyes then made their way to your bottom half, contemplating if it was a good idea to take your pants off too.

The sound of your father’s voice shook the thought out of her head. He called her name, wondering if everything was okay as the house was quiet, which wasn’t usual if it was Wanda yelling at you. She quickly got out of your room, hoping she wouldn’t be caught doing anything inappropriate with her husband’s daughter and went to her own bedroom, now ignoring the mess that surrounded her through the halls.

After about an hour, Wanda came back into your room. Just to check on you, maybe. She cleaned herself up, taking off any of the makeup she put on for the date she was just on, which was really just her having to suffer through pretending to enjoy whatever it was that they did. She was dressed in simple pajamas, just a shirt and shorts, and even then she looked perfect. Her oblivious husband was asleep now as well, and she took it as her chance to go back to your unconscious state. Walking gingerly to the side of the bed that you were on, she turned on the light on your nightstand and stared at your body again, thinking about taking off your pants like earlier. This time she did do it. Her hands went to the top of them, tugging them down with barely any force. Now leaving with you in only your undergarments, she found herself immersed in your entire being, her hand trailing down your body.

“Fuck, what am I doing…” Wanda whispered to herself as she bit the inside of her cheek in nervousness. You shifted in response to her touch, still in deep sleep as you unknowingly made her lose her composure. A soft groan left her mouth as you turned onto your side and had your back face her, exposing your ass. Looking back at the door and you, Wanda came to the conclusion that neither you or your father would be waking up anytime soon, so she crawled into bed with you on the other side, going under the cold sheets.

She’s never interacted with you with touch before, maybe just a couple hugs and light touches to your lower back, but never more as she didn’t really want to risk and indulge in anything. But seeing you now, your unconscious body, which wouldn’t know what’s about to happen, made her yearn for more.

Her hand made its way back to your face, cupping your cheek that’s faced up unlike the other which was adorably squished against the pillow. She leaned down placing a feather light kiss to your forehead to test you and to see if you really were heavily asleep. And you were. Receiving the green light to go further, her lips went father down to your nose, then to your mouth. Not caring if you were unconscious and intoxicated, she gently pushed her lips against yours, letting out a soft moan as she finally got to kiss you like she’s dreamt of from so many nights where she’d wake up with a mess in between her legs. Her hand went down to your waist, and squeezed it just a bit, but the action made you squirm and part from the kiss, once again turning and facing your back to Wanda.

Disappointed to not see your face, she breathed out. She still kept her hands on you though, wrapping an arm around your midsection and pulling you toward her body. She put her face into your neck, taking in your scent that remained besides the alcohol. “God, I need you so bad baby,” Wanda mumbled behind your ear. Her fingers from her other hand came up to unclip your bra, freeing your chest and allowing her to grope your breasts, still lightly as she wanted you to stay asleep. Her perverted actions were so different compared to how she’d usually behave around you.

Your body responded to her many ways as she touched you. You pushed your ass against her front, your panties being the only thing separating her from touching your father down. She groaned again at this, as if your body subconsciously wanted her to fuck you. And once a small and barely audible whimper escaped from your lips, she lost it. Her head spun from the way you acted, forcing her to find ways to control herself from just pinning you down and having her way with you. She bit down on your lower neck, making you once again let out another noise of disturbance.

“So needy even when you’re sleeping… fuck, I can’t stand you,” she said quietly against your skin, biting her lip and moving her hand down your tummy and further to your center. Her fingers reached the band of your underwear, causing her to huff out in annoyance of it being there still. Being a little less gentle, she tugged it down and immediately cupped your cunt. It was kinda rough as she desperately wanted to feel you. Her fingers went through your folds, collecting your wetness. Then, she reached up to her lips to taste you as she put them in her mouth, sucking your arousal off. She moaned, and already in love with how you tasted she wanted more of it.

Her body moved down, removing the sheets off of you and her. The soft yellow glow from the light on your body mesmerized her as she positioned herself between your legs. Parting them, she bent down and put her arm underneath your thighs before having them in a tight hold with her hands gripping the smooth flesh there. Wanda looked up at your sleeping self, admiring your beauty as her lip quivered from need with your pussy just centimeters away from her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, gently licking up and between your folds, up your clit. Your body quickly began to stir, and your eyes were forced shut as you turned your head. Wanda stopped momentarily, waiting for you to settle.

Once you stopped moving, she started to move her tongue against you again. Switching between licking around your sensitive nub and entering your cunt with her tongue, she moaned at how sweet you were, making her hold on you tighter to the point where light bruises were to form. Another small whimper mixed with a moan left your mouth as Wanda hit a particular spot within you. Your hips jerked up, and this only caused her to move roughly against and in your pussy. “Mm, waited so long to make you mine…”

Now that she was lost in pleasuring you and herself, you began to wake up from the slight aggressive movements. Your eyes opened, squinting from the bright light beaming beside your face. Confused, you closed your eyes again before recognizing a feeling between your thighs. Wanda noticed you waking up, no longer caring and actually glad you were. As you looked down you saw her face covered in your wetness mixed with her own saliva. Your jaw dropped from both shock and pleasure as she continued moving her tongue in and out of your increasingly soaked center. “W-Wanda..?” You shakily spoke, reaching down to her head, only to be stopped as her hands took yours and pinned them down beside your thighs.

“Shh… just let mommy take you, okay?” She said, noticing the way your hips bucked up against her face from the name she used for herself. “You’ve been so bad, you know that? You know how upset you made me, leaving a mess outside… and hanging out with all your dumb little friends…” she said lowly against your pussy, the vibrations of her voice making you moan and tilt your head back. Her mind shifted back to previous days at the mention of your friends. “So fucking annoying, coming home with all those marks on you and from who huh? Do they fuck you better than me baby?”

The constant questions and use of cuss words turned you on further as you never had nor expected Wanda to talk to you like this. Your mind was still hazy too, from just waking up and the after effects of drinking too much. “No… no m-mommy no,” you gasped, dumbly shaking your head. Wanda moaned, hearing you say her preferred term and getting drunk off your sounds. Her grip on your hands were now even tighter matching yours as you got closer to your orgasm.

Your moaning got louder as well, somewhat worrying Wanda as she didn’t want this time with you ruined by your dad waking up. So letting go of one of your hands, she reached up and covered your mouth, the pressure being harsh. Your noises were only muffled sounds of pleasure, still arousing to hear to Wanda. “Shut up sweetie, you don’t want your father to hear you, do you?” She questions, smirking slightly as you shook your head no. She loved the way you looked down at her, your eyebrows furrowed with a look of desperation and slight fear for bringing up that fact that he was in the other room down the hall.

As you were on the edge of cumming, your free hand went down to Wanda’s hair, grasping the soft locks of brown hair like you’ve always wanted. Her tongue kept going and swirled around the clit once again, really pushing you towards releasing all over her face and specifically in her mouth. You whined against her palm, signaling to her that you needed to let go. “You gonna cum, princess? Cum all over mommy’s tongue?” She asks in a condescending tone, smiling to herself as you tried to respond under her hand. She let her hand fall for you to speak and beg her for permission.

“P-Please mommy, please I wanna cum,” you begged, whimpering as you tried to hold back before she said yes. The hold on her hair got tighter, causing her groan again. Tears grew at the corners of your eyes and Wanda couldn’t help but get more aroused at the sight.

“Mhm, go ahead baby…” Wanda replied, going at a faster and rougher pace, battling against the tiring and numb feeling in her muscle. You let go the second you hear her, moving and grinding your cunt against her to ride out the orgasm that’s making your entire body tremble. Louder and higher pitched sounds from your mouth escaped, causing Wanda to instead move back up your body and shut you up by kissing you, shoving her tongue in your mouth and making you taste your own arousal.

“Uh-huh, good girl… so good for me,” she whispered, parting form the kiss and settling beside you in the bed, pulling you in her arms in a tight comforting hold laying down. The praise made you weaker, and with her pampering you by wiping your tears away while gently petting your head, it made you lost in your mind. You panted against her chest and held onto her hand still securely. She waited for you to calm down a bit before speaking again.

“Shhhh… it’s ok, just go back to sleep dear,” Wanda said softly and moving her arms to wrap around you. She figured you were still tired, from both the orgasm and the alcohol. She right of course, and you found yourself becoming drowsy in her arms.

“Wanda…” you suddenly said sleepily, catching her attention with your stable voice. She looked down at you, still comfortingly rubbing your side. The tired look on your face showing absolutely no signs of a single thought in your head was adorable to her and she smiled while responding to you with a small “hm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad,” you mumbled timidly, looking away for a moment as there was a permanent blush. Wanda laughed softly at you, her hands now to your cheek to make you look at her.

“You’re so cute… just make it up to me tomorrow okay, and then maybe we can do something like this again,” She responded, a loving grin on her face with a light pink tint on her cheeks. You nodded slowly and smiled at her. Wanda then kissed your head, shushing you to sleep. And you listened, saying a small goodnight before quickly beginning to snore softly into her neck once you shut your heavy eyelids just for a couple seconds in her warm embrace.

Part 2(Getting Closer)

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #top!wanda #mommy!wanda #lesbian #fem!reader #scarlet witch #i need her #elizabeth olsen

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vemuabhi · 2 months

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I want a Boyfriend

Its march 2nd aka Sanji’s birthday everyone! (IST)

Happy Birthday Mr. Prince. My Crush of all time, My boyfriend in my dreams.

Hey Peeps! Please read the below story of mine and comment/reblog your opinions. I hope you like it!

Modern Universe

Pairing : Sanji X Reader

Warnings : Noting but fluff! Happy ending!

Word Count : 1.2K

I was listening to Selena Gomez - Boyfriend

Summary - Zoro plays Wingman!!

“Why can’t I find a date?”, you wined for the 5th time making a certain green head to get triggered.

“Oh Shut up Shut up Shut up!”, he leaned back on his chair hands still lingering on the laptop before him.

“What can I do? I am getting desperate. Especially after-”

“The Last situationship, you said it multiple times. I feel like I’m about to explode if you keep on doing this”, he huffed as you continued to work on your laptop.

Zoro, your colleague who became your best friend way too quickly. Though he seemed aloof and cold, he was a sweetheart who cares deeply and that was one of the reasons why you got attached to him. In the beginning he tried to make you talk with some of the guys in the office in a friendly way but you didn’t feel interested. Sure you were disparate but not ready to make mistakes again like you did in your previous relation and situation ships.

Leading on and giving false hope wasn’t how you dealt. Even if it was harsh, you preferred it and would prefer it if some thing of that sort happened to you.

“How many times have I introduced you to those other guys. And did you even try?”, he side eyed you then resumed to work. The way even after trying to make you meet new people, you didn’t even try but still complained made him irritated.

“Zoro, I’m sorry about that but… I didn’t find a connection with them, so I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time”.

Looking at your sad but sincere eyes he sighed and shook his head. “Whatever. Don’t be sad now”.

You gained back your smile at the grumpy man because he was so sweet to you. Though he was always mad he was a kind soul. Not all can know about that until they get to know him.

“I need a boyfrie-”

“GOD!”, he rolled his eyes at you as you chuckled, being happy that you managed to piss him off.

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That day at lunch, Zoro was a bit late to join you because he was on a call. He furrowed his brows at you as you gave him a smirk.

“What?”

“Seems like you have a secret girl you’ve been talking to huh~~ What’s her name?”

“What girlf-… Ah… its not a girl, I was talking to a guy”

“That’s alright, I don’t judge. Who’s that guy?”

“HEY!! NO!! Shut it and eat. Its my roommate. He was telling me to take out the trash”

“Oh… I thought atleast my friend was in a relationship”.

“Like hell I don’t need any rig- Wait… look at this picture”, Zoro stopped eating and showed you a DP of a guy in his personal chat. That was a side profile of a man with cigarette between his lips. He looked pretty good.

“Yeah he looks nice, what about it?”

“Now eat this”, he picked up his spoon and handed it to you. You ate it and the flavours of the food felt divine on your tongue. Your mind tried to keep you sane but your heart had other plans and you grabbed his food and started to eat it making him to hit you, then you stopped.

“Sorry, animal instincts”, you gulped as you returned to your plate. It was good but Zoro’s food was on another level.

“Yeah, people who eat my food turn into animals. I noticed that”

“Never knew you could cook this well, Aish… Zoro I have a question”

“Yeah?”

“Zoro lets go out”, your words made the latter to almost choke on his food.

“Wait wait. Nothing romantic. Just that… you make me food and I sit pretty”

“Jerk… you want food. We don’t have to be in a relationship for that. And I didn’t make it”. You got curious about this. It seemed that zoro’s roommate was the one who made this. His name was Sanji and he was a chef.

“I was thinking of introducing him to you, that’s why I called him earlier”, Zoro averted his gaze from you, “But if you only want too of course. I like how you don’t lead anyone on. If it is okay, then go ahead with him”. A small chuckle left your lips and you nodded in agreement.

You got Sanjis number and as soon as you messaged him hi, you got a reply. You mentioned to him that you were still in office and you both agreed to call after your logout.

Your mind was going apeshit, what waws going on?!! You were getting nervous to talk to the handsome man that Zoro introduced you to. Logout time seemed longer than usual because you were waiting for it.

“Idiot, work first. Then you’ll be able to lose track of time”, motivational words from zoro helped a lot and soon, it was time to call Sanji.

You stood at the entrance of the company and fiddled with your phone. Hands were getting clammy with the stress. Looking at your misery, Zoro sighed and snatched your phone hitting the call option in the process.

“Hello”

A soft husky voice made you to take a deep breath and respond. The first few minutes of the call were a bit slow and awkward but by the time you reached home, you were both laughing and having a great time. Ending the call seemed to be hurting the both of you, which never happened in your past. No matter how excited you were, the other person was never happy with you being yourself. Clingy, immature, talkative and loud, were the words that stuck with you from your past. Though you tried to make sure to not show those traits, you wanted to hide, couldn’t while you spoke with Sanji. Wonder how this happened. Maybe because Sanji was a type to make anyone feel comfortable around him.

Two weeks have passed and the conversations kept getting better and better. You both wanted to meet each other.

“I want to see you”, words slipped out of your mouth making Sanji to become silent.

“I’ll meet you soon”, he said as a smile formed on his lips.

The next day, when you and Zoro got out of the office, you noticed that someone was standing beside Zoro’s bike. You looked at the slender form with a cigarette and your heart skipped a beat. You could hear your heart beating faster.

“Oye Shitty Cook! Why are you here?!!”, Zoro went towards Sanji.

“Marimo!! Don’t you-”, the blond’s words stopped as he noticed you. He walked and stood right infront of you. You both talked on Video calls but, seeing him in person made a shit ton of difference. You could notice how tall he was, his expressions, his red cheeks and most importantly, his blue eyes. His hands reached to yours and laced with your fingers. He smelled like sandalwood. Which made you feel warm.

‘I think he didn’t light his cigarette’, you thought. was It was just a few days since you both talked but, you both felt like you were ready to date.

“Should we go on a date?”

His question made you to smile and nod frantically. “I thought you’d never ask”

“Oh, I wanted to ask this when we met, not over phone”, his right hand travelled to your cheek.

“You sometimes… are cliché”

“Don’t you like it?”, he raised his eyebrow with a smirk. Damn… he aint lying.

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popopretty · 1 year

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BSD Chapter 105.5

"In the Narrow Room - the Later Part"

I love this chapter so much I have no words T_T Dazai is so precious I would trade the world for him!!

Please note that I typed it out very quickly while being hyped with neither English nor Japanese as my native language, so I might make mistakes here and there. Please forgive me I can't think really straight right now ;v;

SPOILERS AHEAD

Sigma tells Dazai that he cannot believe that Dazai is a normal person because he just single-handedly took down Fyodor, and asks Dazai why he chose him in the beginning instead of all the other usable tools (;v;). Dazai tells him there are 2 reasons, first is Sigma can act as Kunikida's replacement, because it would be very boring if there is no one there to be in awe and admire what Dazai did there. Sigma gets mad at Dazai and assumes that Dazai thinks he is not worthy enough to share the truth. Dazai corrects him saying that is not true, and that Dazai doesn't share anything with him because it's hard for him to understand, especially after he has been used by Tenningosui and others this whole time.

Dazai then decides to share one thing with Sigma and asks him if his ability to switch information works on dead people. Sigma confirms he can, as long as they have not been dead for a very long time. Dazai explains that he wants Sigma to use that ability on Fyodor (who is assumed dead at that point) to read his plan after that and save the ADA at the airport. Sigma is surprised Dazai did everything that he did only to save the ADA, and the words from people who used him in the past starts echoing in his head.

Dazai and Sigma get on an elevator to get to the room where Fyodor is supposed to be drown. While they are waiting, Sigma asks Dazai what is the second reason for Dazai to choose him, to which Dazai nonchalantly answers that if he didnt choose Sigma, Sigma would be silenced by Fyodor or Gogol later. Sigma is shocked, trying to confirm Dazai's intention to save him but Dazai doesn't say no more. Sigma starts to wonder what kind of place is the ADA. He thought Dazai was the same as those guys who used him, but he feels something different now. He thinks about how he wants a home, where he is not used by anyone, and he realizes that, the ADA is not using Dazai, and Dazai is not using the ADA either.

Dazai notices something is strange because the elevator is taking too long. Suddenly the evelator stop and they hear the voice of the time freezing skill user on the radio, begging for her life. Fyodor is seen alive with Chuuya, shooting her dead. Fyodor then tells Dazai over the radio that he is surprised, not by the flooding, but by the fact that Dazai and his 7-year partner's bond was so shallow that Dazai think Chuuya's ability cannot deal with that flood. He reveals that he has had Chuuya break and distort the track/rail of each partition wall when they entered. That way, it will prevent the doors to close properly, letting the water leak outside and allowing them to easily escape. He then says that if one cannot even think of that, they do not have enough qualification to use the gravity manipulation.

Sigma does not get why Fyodor could do that, Dazai then explains to him that Fyodor must have put one of his vampire among the guards, and when he couldn't contact with that vampire anymore, he was able to guess that the control room has been taken. It also means that Fyodor has already been in control of Mersault way before Dazai took his action.

Fyodor admits he was caught by surprirse with the attack though, and even though it is seemingly a suitable trial for a servant of God like him, he is weak and cannot stand it if he catches a cold, so he wants to return the favor by making Dazai and Sigma go through the same trial. After he says so, the elevator starts to be filled with water. The two of them try to get out as the door being locked and Fyodor praying for them to be held in the hands of God.

The chapter ends here. Next issue will be released on March 3 (Japan time). Thanks for reading till the end <3

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #summary #chapter 105.5 #dazai osamu #sigma #fyodor dostoevsky #spoilers #bsd spoilers

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teddy-yandere · 25 days

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Hi can i request hawks x reader 📣🔥💋 (im not sure if you write for bnha hawks if not then its fine)

Prompts 📣🔥💋

“Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this!”

“You think I’m jealous? Believe me, you haven’t seen me jealous yet.”

“I desire any physical touch with you so please hit me more.”

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A / N = Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I did not proofread this. Please read my bio before requesting, and make sure that my requests are open or else your request will be deleted. Enjoy <3

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★ You had just arrived home from a night out in the city with Hawks. In fact , this was the “ first time “ that you had been out in public since Hawks had kidnapped you. Hawks made sure to take you to a LOWKEY bar a couple of cities away from where he originally took you . That way you would have a less chance of being identified , and taken from Hawks

★ You angrily sat the bouquet of flowers that Hawks gave you on the counter. Honestly , Hawks didn’t know why you were so mad at him. The only thing that he did was “ protect “ you against the creepy people at the bar. Yeah sure , he might if broke a couple of jaws , but it wasn’t that big of a deal. Hawks didn’t know why you were acting so dramatic over such a small thing that he did in your honor. ( technically )

★ Suddenly , Hawks snapped out of his deep thoughts when he noticed that you were glaring at him from the other side of the counter. “ What is bothering you my little feather ?” Hawks asked in the nonchalant voice that he always seemed to have. “ I can’t believe you acted like that IN PUBLIC “ , you said with a sharp tone to your voice. “ Maybe if you weren’t so jealous , I would actually enjoy being with you “ you added to your statement. You knew that this would set Hawks off , but you didn’t seem to care one bit.

★ Hawks sighed as he tried to explain why he broke that man’s jaw. Just as he was in the middle of explaining why his actions were justifiable, you interrupted by saying = “ There is no reason for you to act like this you jealous freak “. Before you could even finish your sentence, Hawks walked very close to you , before finally saying “You think I’m jealous? Believe me, you haven’t seen me jealous yet.”

★ Hawks stared at you for a moment longer , before finally saying “ I am going to go finish off that person from the bar “. No matter how hard you tried to pull him back , or change his mind , you found that it was like talking to a wall. That being said , Hawks flew over to the bar , and luckily the person who was hitting on you was still there. Let’s just say they had a funeral planned the next weekend….

★ When Hawks returned home , you could tell what he had done by just looking at him. You immediately started crying when Hawks started to make his way towards you. Once he was in front of you , he slowly picked you up , and took you to the couch where he attempted to snuggle into your arms. You tried to push him off of you by insulting him , but you found that it was no use. Every single time you hit him , he would always respond with the same thing = “I desire any physical touch with you so please hit me more.”

★ Eventually you gave up on trying to fight him. You had also just come to the realization that Hawks would probably never let you leave the house again. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Hawks softly whispering “Gosh, you smell so good when we cuddle like this!” You knew that you were stuck with him whether you liked it or not .

★ Maybe you should’ve flirted , and danced with the other person at the bar …? Like that would make any difference to a delusional Hawks..

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Thanks for reading , Darling !! <3

Have a nice Day / Night ~

#yandere bnha #yandere hawks x reader #yandere hawks headcanons #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #yandere keigo x reader #yandere my hero academia headcanons #yandere my hero academia #yandere mha x reader #teddy yandere #delusional hawks #yandere hawks fan art #yandere headcanons #anime #yandere #hawks headcanons

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axlerica · 8 months

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CANARY ISLAND ~ PART 3

PART 2 HERE

Rosy gently placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder, offering comfort and understanding. She spoke softly to Y/N, "You know, Pedri has always been very protective of his family. He loves them deeply, and sometimes that protective instinct can make him react strongly in situations like this."

Y/N nodded, her eyes still filled with tears. "I get that, but why doesn't he trust me?" She sighed, continuing, "I would never do anything to hurt Fer or anyone in his family. I love Fer like he's my own brother. He even told me about his peanut allergy when we used to cook together. I would never forget something like that."

Rosy patted Y/N's back gently, reassuring her, "I know you wouldn't, cariño. But sometimes misunderstandings happen, and people's emotions get the best of them. Let's give Pedri some time to cool down, and then I'll talk to him and try to sort things out."

Rosy went back to the living room, where Pedri, Fer, and Isabela were sitting together. She approached Pedri and asked if she could talk to him alone.

Pedri, still upset, replied, “No, Mami, if you want to talk about her, I don’t want to talk about it.” Fer, concerned, chimed in, “Don’t you think you’re being a little harsh on her? People make mistakes, and she might not have intended any harm.” Pedri defended his stance, saying, “She doesn’t want to admit her fault and tried to blame someone else. How can I not be mad at her? All she needs to do is admit it, and I would forgive her.

Fer, replied, "You should talk to her, bro. It wasn't nice how you treated her. You shouted at her in front of all of us, and she must've felt really embarrassed."

Pedri, feeling angry, didn't listen to Fer's suggestion. He just went to his room and didn't try to talk to Y/N.

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When it was getting dark, Y/N went to Pedri's room because she needed to get her clothes and take a shower. As she opened the door, she saw that Pedri was napping. He woke up when she came in, but he didn't want to look at her. So, he grunted and quickly covered his face with a blanket to avoid seeing her.

Y/N noticed Pedri's reaction, and even though it hurt her, she held back her tears. She quietly grabbed her clothes and left his room, heading back to the guest room with a heavy heart.

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The next day, Pedri went out with Isabela to hang out and explore the island without even telling Y/N. Confused and worried, Y/N texted him, asking where he was, but he didn't reply. It seemed like he was giving her the silent treatment.

When Pedri returned home with Isabela, Y/N approached him, feeling the need to have a private conversation. She gently took his hand and asked with concern.

Y/N: "Pedro, why are you treating me like this? You went out with her, and you didn't even let me know where you were. Please, Pedro, what's going on?"

Pedri replied with a simple “I don’t know” and then ignored Y/N, walking away and heading to the living room.

Isabela approached her with a malicious grin.

Isabela: “You poor thing, he doesn’t care about you now. Maybe it’s better for you to leave.”

Y/N wasn’t about to back down and confronted Isabela with a burning question.

Y/N: “It was you, wasn’t it? You’re the one who put the peanut in Fer’s drink, right?”

Isabela laughed dismissively.

Isabela: “You don’t have any proof. Besides, don’t you get it? Pedri won’t trust you. You’re just the ‘girlfriend.’ Don’t you know girlfriends come and go? It’s just a matter of time before he breaks up with you, and then who’s going to be by his side? Me. We’ve known each other for so long, and he trusts me more than you.”

Y/N:“You crazy bitch!! Why are you doing this? You won’t get away with it!”

Isabela, in an attempt to be dramatic, slapped herself and shouted, “OWWW!”

Pedri, hearing the scream, rushed over to them, concerned about what had just happened. Isabela, with her hand on her face, pretended to cry as she spoke to Pedri.

Isabela: (faking tears) "Pedro, your girlfriend slapped me because she wants me to admit that I put peanut in Fer's drink."

She was trying to manipulate the situation and turn it against Y/N.

Y/N: “What? No! I didn’t slap you! Are you crazy? When did I say that? Pedro, you have to trust me. I did not slap her at all. She did it by herself. I would never do something like that.”

Isabela kept on pretending to cry and said, "She told me to admit it. I told her I didn't do it, but she just made me say it. When I said no, she slapped me." She was trying to make it sound like Y/N had done something wrong.

Y/N, feeling frustrated by Isabela’s false story, confronted her.

Y/N: “What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you making up that story? Pedro, I swear to God I didn’t slap her at all!”

Pedri, still not convinced by Y/N’s words, shouted in frustration.

Pedri: “God, what is wrong with you, Y/N? Why did you slap my friend? First Fer, now Isabela? You’ve gone too far this time!”

Y/N, shocked and hurt by Pedri’s lack of trust, tried to hold back her tears as she spoke.

Y/N: “Oh God, Pedro, you actually believed her over me? I’m your girlfriend, I would never lie to you or even hurt the people you love. You know that. I told you I did nothing. It wasn’t me, and you didn’t trust me. You blatantly ignored me.”

Pedri: "It's Pedri."

Y/N: "Huh? Wh.. what? What do you mean?”

Pedri : "My name. You can call me Pedri. Only my family and close friends call me Pedro. For you, it's Pedri now."

Y/N: “Are you fucking kidding me right now? Seriously?Why are you doing this to me? After everything we’ve been through, and you still don’t trust me?”

Pedri: “Get out. Just get out. I don’t wanna see your face again. You went too far this time. You hurt my family and my friend. They were right about you. Who are we kidding with this relationship? We don’t even speak the same language. You don’t fit in here. And I don’t think you will. This is not your place. We are not meant to be together. Just get out.”

Y/N, shocked and in tears, choked out her response.

Y/N: "Wow. Ok. If that's how you really feel... then….okay."

She swiftly grabbed her sweater and, walked away from the house.

As soon as Y/N stepped out of the house, she totally broke down. She couldn’t stop crying. Tears streamed down her face as she stood there, feeling lost. She didn’t know where to go. She was not familiar with Canary Island. Her only wish was to return to Barcelona as soon as possible.

She took out her phone, hoping to find a flight back to Barcelona. Unfortunately, there were no available flights for the day. She felt even more stranded and lost in this unfamiliar place. So, she walked around aimlessly, looking very sad, like a lost puppy.

Meanwhile, Fer approached Pedri, deeply concerned.

Fer: “Hermano, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why did you do that? Are you out of your mind?! Why did you kick her out? This isn’t Barcelona. She doesn’t know this place. What if something happens to her?! Why are you being so harsh to her?!”

He was genuinely concerned for Y/N’s well-being and couldn’t comprehend Pedri’s actions.

Pedri: “Stay out of this, Fer. It’s none of your business. Nothing’s going to happen to her. She’s not a kid, she’s a grown woman. She’ll manage.”

Fer: “Suit yourself, bro. What you did was wrong. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

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Feeling tired and emotionally drained, Y/N decided to look for an Airbnb or hotel to stay in. She hoped to find a place where she could rest. After some searching, Y/N found a place and decided to check in. As soon as she entered her room, she jumped onto the bed and lay down, and started crying thinking about what Pedri had said to her. Tired from her tears, Y/N then eventually fell asleep.

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Pedri sat in his room, he had his hand on his head, deep in thought about his recent actions. Then, there was a knock on the door, and Isabela asked, "Can I come in?"

Pedri agreed, “Uh.. yeah….sure, come in.” He then asked, “How’s your cheek? Are you okay now?”

Isabela: “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me, how about you? Are you okay..?”

Pedri : “I don’t know… I just……”

Pedri seemed lost in his thoughts, and Isabela, seizing an opportunity, held his hand while trying to comfort him.

Isabela: "I told you, Pedro, she's not the one for you. You should've listened to me….”

She gently caressed his cheek as she spoke, trying to influence his feelings.

Pedri looked deeply into Isabela's eyes and began to express his doubts.

Pedri: "But... maybe I was too hard on her... What if Fer was right? What if something bad happens to her? She doesn't know this place..."

However, Isabela, wanting to change the subject, intervened.

Isabela: "Hey, hey, don't think too much..."

She leaned in and kissed him, hoping to distract him from his worries. Pedri became completely distracted, and he and Isabela started making out, and they got lost in the moment. They ended up sleeping together.

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The next day, Y/N had to return to Pedri’s house to collect her stuff. She texted Fer, hoping he could help her, as she wished to avoid Pedri after their recent fight.

Y/N: “Hey, Fer. I need to get my stuff from Pedri’s place, but I really don’t want to run into him. Can you help me out?”

Fer, busy at his parents’ restaurant, regretfully replied:

Fer: “I wish I could, Y/N, but I’m swamped at the restaurant right now. Don’t worry, though. I’m pretty sure Pedro has cooled down by now. Just go and grab your things.”

As she entered Pedri’s room to gather her things, she was met with a shocking sight – Pedri and Isabela were together, naked in bed.

As Y/N stood in the doorway, her heart pounding and her breath catching in her throat, she couldn't help but blurt out her shock.

Y/N: "What the fuck?! Pedri?! Isabela?! What... How could you do this to me?! What the fuck Pedri?!"

Pedri and Isabela, caught off guard, quickly separated and scrambled to cover themselves.

Pedri, looking guilty, attempted to explain:

Pedri: "Y/N, I... I can explain.. It was.. I….”

Y/N's voice trembled with a mixture of anger and heartbreak as she confronted Pedri about what she had just witnessed.

Y/N: "What? Pedri?! YOU WHAT?! You don't even know what to say because you fucked her, right? Right after you broke up with me, you went and slept with her? Wow. I can't believe you. You made me look like the crazy one. You told me she was just one of your close friends, but then you went and fucked her. I hate you, Pedri.

Pedri : “I…. I can explain…..”

Y/N : “ Theres nothing to explain. You know… I have been nothing….nothing but supportive of you. I was there taking care of you during your bad days, injuries, and after one big fight, you decided to break up with me and sleep with another girl. I told you I didn't hurt anyone, and you didn't trust me. You did not fucking trust me at all. You shouted at me in front of them. You humiliated me.”

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she continued, her voice breaking:

Y/N: "How could you do this to me? After everything… how could you? You know what? Fuck you,Pedri. I hate you so much...Goodbye."

Pedri's voice, filled with regret and desperation, called out to Y/N as she gathered her belongings and prepared to leave.

Pedri: "Y/N, wait... I..."

But Y/N didn't stop. She picked up her bag and walked out of the house.

PART 4????

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carrotoplyn · 1 month

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aiden isn’t just a dumb blonde OH MY GOSHHHH. i’ve seen a couple of people say this as like a joke and like haha funny i guess?? I mean it can be fun on the occasion but like ehh idk. but i’ve seen people say it and genuinely mean it and i’m like he’s no though??

it’s currently late at night and i can’t properly express my thoughts on this in such a way it would make sense but, i wanna just point out some simple-ish things. (also apologies for any mistakes you may see, like i said before, it is currently late at night for me when i’m posting this)

so this first one is something my friend noticed. (kinda mad i didn’t notice it myself but not important) which is how in one of the first few episodes (70% sure it’s episode 2) is how aiden was the only one who finished the homework. yes everyone was sleep deprived and tired so they couldn’t do it, but it seems like aiden did it and did it right considering even ashlyn copied off of him

he was smart enough to make a plan for ash to go on the field trip, which was a fully thought out plan that really couldn’t backfire unless she genuinely decided not to go (but she did and now look at where are today)

this next one isn’t talking about how he’s smart but it correlates so idgaf, and it’s how we probably only “plays dumb”. because like i’ve said this whole post, he’s not dumb. but he probably only acts like so people don’t expect him to actually be able to do more complex things. like being so for real when i first read sbg and saw aiden, i had low expectations (but look at me now, writing my second ‘analysis’ or whatever you call this in row on this him)

he beat the world record for how fast a rubix cube can be completed, need i say more? yes, need i say more actually because most people are not good at puzzles. and most puzzles aren’t easy to do either. well yes, for some people rubix cubes are easy, but ain’t no way all he does is those small little rubix cubes that are too easy for him.

hes able to think quick on his feet. first example of this to come to mind is episode 21 when they behead the phantom. and as well as him coming up with an way to save ash from the phantom. like he doesn’t need that much time to think of plans, and his plans are usually foolproof.

FASTPASS SPOLIERS FOR THIS NEXT ONE (the spoilers are under the cut)

he’s always smart enough to negotiate with alex (by negotiate i mean threaten, but same thing, right?) and he literally was about to use a pen as a lethal weapon here guys. A PEN PEOPLE. A PEN. and plus alex was ready to listen to him and make a compromise (to be fair alex already wanted to help anyways but shhh i use whatever crumbs i can for my stupid idiot thoughts)

ok that’s all, please add on if you can i beg i beg 🙏🙏

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #aiden clark #sash can talk

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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years

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Music To My Ears

Five x Talkative Wife

Note: Okay, so I've had this idea for a long time, basically a HC of what it would be like if Five (when he comes back to 2019) brings along his wife who is also his partner from the commission- who is super talkative, especially when she's nervous.

Five x FemReader

Gif Credit to rightful owner

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The first time he had seen Y/N, he simply wanted to kill her. Not only did she give away his hiding spot from the enemy but she would not STOP TALKING.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, I don't really have a last name, but it's an honour to meet you Mr.Five Sir. You're a lege-"

"Shhh!"

"It's alright they won't hear us!"

"Woman, please I don't need a partner, especially not one as annoying as Klaus!"

"Whose Klaus?"

"Tch no one-"

"HEY THEY'RE OVER THERE"

"SHIT"

And on that same mission Five got shot in the leg, which she kept apologising for over and over again, until he had to verbally say 'IT'S FINE PLEASE, JUST STOP TALKING I NEED TO THINK!'

Slowly, verrry slowly, she began to grow on him, killing wasn't his most favourite part of the job, and everytime she began talking nonsense he could tell she wasn't a fan of it either.

It didn't take him long to figure out that she would ramble on for hours a day when she was scared, nervous or just tired, especially on gruesome missions.

Yes, she would not stop talking even when she was drained. At one point he wondered if Delores thought he spoke a lot too. Until she ended up changing the topic of conversation around 5 times in 1 hour- no, this lady was a crackhead.

It was almost a year in their partnership and the Handler was pleased with their work. For Five was already a legend, he learnt that other than the useless chatter, the girl was a great assassin- quick, slick and brutal.

On one occasion, when Five was cornered and exhausted, he thought he was toast, almost ready to give up. He heard, "NOONE CORNERS MY PARTNER!" And gun shots.

They were all shot in the head

"Execution style?"

"Actually, I was super mad at you when you told me to stay at the motel because I'm very annoying and noisy. Like I get I can't be Delores but please I am my own person! I don't need to be someone else for you to accept me and hey! I am a great assassin by the way! Sure I talk a lot but before your rude a** came along I was running the show punk and-"

"Thank you Y/N, you saved my life today."

And that leaves her speechless, a whole year of knowing him, he had never thanked her, let alone ever spoken to her softly.

He smiles at her and hobbled to the car muttering a , 'You don't have to be Delores, you're better of as you.'

And that was the first mistake the boy made, because after that he began to notice more things about her that he liked.

The way she would ever so politely talk to people. How she was able to get intel by being nice- instead of using the interrogation methods he used.

More than often things would flow smoothly if she would do the talking.

3 years in and he wakes up one night, to get water and realises that she's not on the other bed. So he checks the washroom and she isn't their too.

Grabbing a bathrobe he goes out to the motel parking and finds her sitting on a bench, the cold night breeze tossing her hair around as she grips onto her cup- tea he presumes.

So, like any sane person he decides to give her some privacy, until he hears her sniff.

He goes and sits beside her and is just:

'Wanna talk?"

"No"

"NO?!?!?"

And she shakes her head, so he doesn't encourage her to speak, instead sits their quietly beside her, letting her cry silently.

An hour later he realises her head is on his shoulder and she mutters,

"When you go back, will you leave me?"

"I don't know..."

"Can I come with you?"

"You? But, I'm no fun nor a party goer, darlin' . I'll probably end up being an a** to you-"

"Would an a** have sat with me in the middle of a chilly night outside, letting me cry?"

And for once in his life Five had no answer. The resident genius had no clue to why her words had brought a sensation of tightness around his chest, why he felt her words cut through him. Was he actually going to leave her? If there was anyone (after Delores) who understood him, or rather had the balls to stand up to him, it was her. Yet, he had never realised how vulnerable she was on the inside.

That night ignites a fire within him, because 2 months later, on a mission in Hawaii, where the two are standing in a field of dead bodies he turns to her. All bloody and messy,

"Hey!"

"yes?"

"NOW GIVE ME A STRAIGHT ANSWER, YOU GOT IT?"

Utterly confused, she nods at the weirdo who looked like he was about to explode.

"MARRY ME?"

"Sure."

"I SAID A STRAIGHT ANSWER NOT A LONG EXPLANATION YOU - wait what?"

"I said, yes, Five Hargreeves, I'd like to spend whatever days I have left with an a** like you."

Cue the most abrupt and small wedding and exchanging of vows. Not that it mattered to either of them, because as soon as their 'secret wedding' was over, they were sent on another mission.

Naturally, she was rambling along the entire way,

"I really thought we could have cake though, but I guess we did have to keep it low key, oh speaking of low-key, I booked us a fancy couple's room I had been saving money for

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)"

"What's with the face"

"You know~"

"Okay, I officially married Klaus."

"but, but, but you love me either way~"

"Seems to be so, now please stay quiet, we're entering their base and the last thing I want is to lose my wife on the second day of my marriage."

"WAIT WHAT"

"SHHH!"

Give or take many years later, the couple in their fifties is staring at the blue portal. Holding hands, both nervous, one quiet while the other...

"THIS BETTER WORK FIVE, I BETTER NOT END UP BEING TELEPORTED TO THE 1500's I AM TELLING YOU! WAIT! I DONT EVEN KNOW THE NAMES OF YOUR SIBLINGS, OTHER THAN VANYA AND KLAUS -"

"SILENCE WOMAN, ON THE COUNT OF THREE WE JUMP. 1 ...2-"

"3 I WIN"

And she pulls him into the portal as he yells at her.

The two end up on the ground with a loud thud.

Getting up he pulls her up and is just staring at her, up and down.

"Really Five, not a good time to be checking me out- wait why are you a child"

"shit."

"does anyone see a little number Five with ...a random girl?"

Without responding he drags her into the kitchen, the siblings following in right after. Watching him make her sit on a chair at the end of the table while he is preparing something.

Slowly they start interrogating him.

"It's been 22 years Number Five, where have you been?'

"It's been a lot longer than that."

"What happened to you?"

He places a sandwich infront of her and starts to devour his own.

"What do you think happened? I decided to test the limits of my time jumping, see how far I could go. Turns out, pretty far."

"Then how did you get back?"

By now, Y/N is visibly shaking in her chair, too nervous to even eat, staring up at Five who seems to be having a a not to pleasant conversation with his siblings.

Before responding to Allison he turns to look at her,his features softening, something ALL the siblings notice, "It's okay..." He whispers to her, "Eat."

"By projecting our consciousness backwards into a suspended quantum state version of us that exists in every possible instance of time."

"That makes no sense."

"It would if you were smarter."

"Granted, it did take me a little time to work out all the nuts and bolts of it."

Five notices that she's still not eating and he frowns only to glare at his siblings, "Stop staring at her you're freaking her out."

"US? YOU BROUGHT A RANDOM KID HERE FIVE"

"Random kid?" She slams down her sandwich. As Five smirks, 'well, at least she's better now'.

"I AM NO RANDOM KID, IM HIS WIFE. And by the way HE ISNT CRAZY- other than THIS MAN IN A NICE SKIRT I DONT SEE ANYONE WHO ONCE ASKED HIM HOW HE WAS? OR IF HE WAS OKAY? OR IF HE WAS ALONE!"

"Oh? danke- WAIT WIFE? Five DID U KIDNAP HER @?!"

"No, we're in our fifties."

"WHAT"

"Yes, now well that's established, Five we should really hurry up. Also, why don't any of you look similar? Didn't your dad die today? Wait, are you all here for a funeral - you guys have been fighting ever since you showed up huh? Not a lot of love I see, no wonder my husband's a little crackhead too. By the way, why are you so big? Oh- *turns to Vanya* you're the lady from the book, nice book by the way, family tea is the best, not that I'd know, I have no recollection of mine-" with that she got up and randomly walked out of the kitchen, a nervous wreck, something only Five could see.

"Five is she insane?"

"Ofcourse not you big ape."

They could still hear her go on about something from the other side of the house to which Diego frowned, "She talks a lot."

Five just grabbed his sandwich, walking out of the room, with a

"It's music to my ears."

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Note: OKAY SO THIS IS KINDA SHITTY? I don't know I just had to get it out of my system!, I hope y'all like it😭🥺❤️

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choism · 1 year

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Bad Roomates | k.hj & j.wy [REUPLOADED]

Roommates!WooJoong x male!Reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: male!reader, member x member, polyamorous, blowjobs, color system, slight degradation, wooyoung is a brat, hongjoong is cocky, switch!hongjoong, bottom!wooyoung, top!reader

A/N: Hello all! This is a request for my dear friend @peachytangerines! Both him and I noticed that there is little to no male reader or gender neutral smut out there, especially for Ateez so I have decided to write my first male reader piece! It's also my first threesome piece lol. As I become more comfortable in my gender identity, and in my own sexuality I have decided to open up requests for male reader so I hope you enjoy! As always if you catch any mistakes please do not hesitate to send me an ask <3

THIS FIC IS NOT STOLEN BUT REUPLOADED FROM MY TERMINATED BLOG @/huiranghaes!

Fuck this.

Fuck everything, fuck Wooyoung, fuck Hongjoong. Fuck. Everything.

Why are you cursing at everything? Wooyoung of course. Just earlier you were cussing out Wooyoung for stealing your food, again. Every week something goes missing. Ramen, chips, a whole tub of butter, you name it, it’s gone in a week. Labeling nothing helps, not even continuously yelling at him works. The asshole does whatever he wants.

What’s worse is that this has only been happening a month, before that he has been the perfect roommate, and Hongjoong too, until he started acting up as well. Just two weeks ago Hongjoong has started to get on your nerves on top of everything. Constantly blasting whatever he is working on at the latest hours of the night. Leaving his clothes everywhere. The clothes part may be normal of him actually, but as of late he has been leaving them in the living room and the hallway.

Other than all these things, their behavior has been strange too. Wooyoung has been way more flirty than usual, and more crude. Blatantly talking about his sex life, even making jokes towards you. Usually you would overlook it but for some reason its really getting to you. Hongjoong has been more touchy than usual too. He is usually one for minimal physical affection, but when relaxing in the living area he has to be near you, even have a hand on you or a finger.

Despite the strange behavior, you couldn’t stand it, you were at your limit, and finally you called both of them into the living room to sort everything out. Wooyoung, as if sensing the exact reason he called you in, had a stupid grin on his face. Of course he would get off on being yelled at, you weren’t surprised in the slightest. Hongjoong, however, was calm. You couldn’t tell if he knew what was coming because he had a blank face.

“Alright, what is the deal with you two?” You ask, clenching your teeth. Wooyoung takes a knowing glance at Hongjoong but you miss it, and Hongjoong starts, “What are you talking about?” There is a tone in his voice that you catch that tells you he is purposely playing dumb.

“I know damn well that you know what I am talking about. Wooyoung?” You look over to the man and he just shrugs, acting just as clueless as the man next to him. You can feel your ears heat up with anger. You figured Wooyoung would deny it, he is just a brat by nature it’s normal for him. But Hongjoong too? You swear you’re seeing red.

Wooyoung does his best to hold back his smirk, he is really trying to hold in his emotions so he can drag out your reaction but he just can’t help himself. You’re kind of hot when you’re mad he thinks to himself. You catch his smirk, and you finally sense a shift in the air. “What’s so funny Woo?” You question him. He saunters up to you, and you see Hongjoong’s expression crack a bit, but immediately go back to unbothered. The brunette circles around behind you and places his hands on your hips, bringing his mouth up to your ear.

You startle under his touch, not expecting him to touch you so boldly like this. Wooyoung flirts, makes sexual comments, anything to get under people’s skin, but he usually doesn’t touch someone unless it’s one of his friends. You shiver, feeling his hot breath on your neck. “Don’t tell me you haven’t noticed.” He whispers in your ear, and as if it’s a cue, Hongjoong comes over as well.

“Noticed what? You being more of a brat than usual?” You scoff. They are both so close and you can feel your face heating up. Surely what was once an air of sterness has now faded into sexual tension. You wouldn’t let them overcome you, however. Hongjoong speaks up, “Y/n….Can’t you see? Even I’ve been more touchy than usual.” There is a slight whine to his voice, something more needy. Then you feel it. Wooyoung’s hard clothed cock brushing up against your ass. “I didn’t think I would ever have to be this forward with you, don’t you want us Y/N?” You have to admit, you’re really caught off guard.

Of course, there have been times while living with the both of them that you have thought about one or the other, sometimes both, in a sexual light. Who wouldn’t? Wooyoung just drips sex appeal, and Hongjoong has his moments too, especially when he is in work mode. You’ve always thought about fucking them, but you never indulged those thoughts as you didn’t think either of them would want to do anything. But now here you are, your two hot roommates teasing you, just begging to be fucked.

“I….” You trail off, thinking of what to say. You can’t let them take over, take control. “Of course Woo. Don’t you want me, babyboy?” You finally hear his breath hitch at the nickname. Finally, some control over him. You reach behind your self and grab his hip, pushing him further into you, and you take hold of Hongjoong’s hand, smoothing your thumb over the back of his fingers. “Is this why the two of you were acting like nuisances? You just wanted me to fuck you?”

Wooyoung is rubbing against your ass a bit more roughly, and you can feel your cock growing in your pants. The thought of the both of them thinking about you like this for months makes your head spin. Hongjoong pouts, “Of course we want you to, we have been planning this for a while.” You bring your hand up to his face and you brush your thumb across his lips, Hongjoong closing his eyes and falling into your touch.

“Then I’ll give you what you want, but I have conditions.” Wooyoung pulls away and joins Hongjoong’s side, both of them ready to listen intently. Hongjoong grabs a hold of Wooyoung’s hand unconsciously and the younger man gives it a squeeze. “Firstly, you will only address me as sir, anything other than that isn’t allowed.” Shyly Wooyoung breathes out a small “Yes sir.” and Hongjoong does the same, but with a bit more confidence. Wooyoung can’t help but let his smile escape once again, excitement taking over and ideas running through his head. “Secondly, I am in charge, especially considering what you two put me through this past month.” They both nod, but judging by the look on Wooyoung’s face, you suspect he won’t listen that much.

“And finally, let’s use a color system, green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop, is that all good?” Hongjoong speaks first, “It sounds perfect to me.” And Wooyoung nods indicating he feels the same. Without saying anything you walk towards your bedroom and they follow behind obediently. “Then let’s start shall we? Wooyoung, get undressed, everything except your underwear.” Hongjoong looks at you with expectant eyes as Wooyoung undresses himself hastily. “Not yet Joongie, I have something special for you.” His eyes glimmer and a mischievous smile spreads across his face.

When you look back Wooyoung is finally undressed, his cock visibly straining against his black briefs. You walk up to him and kiss down his neck, brush your fingers over the waistband. “You were the worst one, so you get to waist longer, now be a good boy and go sit on the chair over there.” He lets out a whine and grabs your wrist but you pull away. “But-” “Chair. Now.” He mumbles out a yes sir and takes a seat, looking at Hongjoong he pouts and the older man sticks his tongue out jokingly.

You walk over to Hongjoong and push him onto the bed, leaning over him and unbuttoning his shirt. He goes to touch you but you stop him. “Ah ah, only I get to touch for now.” Hongjoong whines a bit but he doesn’t question you, letting you take off his shirt and toss it aside. You work at his belt and pull his pants off too, taking his underwear off along with them and his cock springing free. Hongjoong wasn’t very big but he had some girth to him. His tip is already glistening with precum, and his veins are popping out around his abdomen. You run your hand from his chest to his pubic bone, stopping just above his length.

“Okay Wooyoung, come here.” Wooyoung eagerly gets up and walks over to you, and as you stand up and back away from the man underneath you, Wooyoung very openly looks down at your crotch, and eyes your cock visibly straining against your own pants. He looks up into your eyes. “Yes sir?” He asks impatiently, waiting for your orders. “I want you to suck off Hongjoong while I get ready. Wooyoung looks over to his older friend, eyeing his cock then looking into his eyes. Joong bites his lip at the thought of Wooyoung sucking his cock.

“Yes sir.” Wooyoung responds, walking over to the edge of the bed and lowering his knees to the floor in between the red heads legs. Hongjoong lifts his torso up so he is sitting upright, looking down at the crown of Wooyoung’s head. You take this time to undress yourself and gather some items. “And Wooyoung, don’t let him finish, if he cums you get the punishment.” He holds back a groan but simply nods his head, lifting his hands up to Hongjoong’s cock and stroking his length, getting a feel for what he likes. Hongjoong throws his head back in pleasure, and lustfully stares down into the younger man’s eyes.

Wooyoung takes his tip into his mouth, sucking gently and stroking his thumb along the veins, using his other hands to cups his balls and apply light pressure. Hongjoong has been pent up for so long that he can already feel the heat growing in his abdomen but he doesn’t hold back his moans. He is curious to see how Wooyoung would get punished so he allows himself to revel in the pleasure.

Wooyoung takes him into his mouth fully now, running his tongue along the bottom of his cock and letting spit bubble and pool at the sides of his mouth as his pace quickens. He thinks he can get Hongjoong to the edge, he wants to see him on the edge. Hongjoong looks fucked out already, and it just encourages the brunette to move faster, squeezing and massing his balls tighter, and hollowing out his cheeks. Hongjoong’s moans grow louder as he feels himself get closer to his orgasm, at this rate he knows he won’t be able to hold it.

Wooyoung moves the hand holding Hongjoong’s balls to his thigh, digging his nails in as he let’s Hongjoong throat fuck him, Hongjoong’s hand flying to his hair to push him down further. All the while you are nearly done, Fully undressed and your cock slapping against your stomach as you grab some lube and some rope. Wooyoung knows he doesn’t have very long before Hongjoong cums and as he is about to pull back Hongjoong grips his hair harder keeping him in place. The brunette tries to make noises of protest, probably proclaiming that he is cheating but the vibrations just send Hongjoong over the edge, letting his load coat the younger ones throat.

The younger man swallows every drop and pulls back, “That was cheating, you can’t do that!” He yells but Hongjoong just laughs. You walk back over to the bed, setting down your items. “I didn’t say Hongjoong couldn’t hold your head, therefore you get the punishment Woo.” All he does is whine loudly, but secretly he wants to be punished. You know this of course, Wooyoung likes being degraded, yelled at, anything that pushes someone’s buttons and he faces the consequences he loves, but you have something else planned for him.

“Go sit on the chair again.” You demand and he does as you say. You pull off Wooyoung's underwear and let his cock free. Wooyoung’s dick is a lot bigger and girthier than Joong’s, and a lot angrier. Just like his arms, veins decorate his cock and his abdomen. You take the rope you procured off the bed, and tie Wooyoung’s arms to the chair. His cock twitches at the sensation of being tied up. You bend down and place a soft kiss against his lips and ask him, “Color?” He whines out, “Green.” You grip his cock for a second, just to tease him and he moans out loudly, finally being touched for the first time, but just as quickly as you grabbed him you let go. “Now you get to watch me fuck Joongie.” You whisper in his ear and he grumbles. He wants to be fucked first, he already worked so much.

You make your way to the bed and lift a leg over Hongjoong, your cock directly in front of his face. “Spit.” Hongjoong spits on your cock and you lube yourself up naturally, spreading it around. “On all fours, do you want to be stretched first?” Hongjoong whimpers out, “Yes sir, please fuck me with your fingers.” He moves into the position and you pick up the lube, dripping some onto your fingers, and onto his hole. You circle his rim with your single digit, teasing him a bit before slowly pushing in. You avoid his prostate for the time being, just wanting to stretch him and work him back up to hardness. You’ve decided that Hongjoong gets to cum twice, but Wooyoung only once.

Hongjoong’s cock grows back to full length as you insert another finger, the feeling of you fucking his hole making him groan and writhe. It isn’t long before you insert a third digit, and start brushing against his prostate. His moans start to get louder and you can even hear Wooyoung whining, thrust his hips in an attempt to feel anything. You bring your other hand down onto Hongjoong’s ass, leaving a red mark and earning a loud yelp from the small man. “Are you ready for my cock?” He doesn’t say anything immediately, only focusing on your fingers hitting his prostate over and over. You hit his ass once again, “I asked you a question, slut.” Hongjoong whimpers, “Y-yes sir!” He yelps.

You remove your fingers and Hongjoong bite his lip at the empty sensation. You get up and walk over to Wooyoung, dragging the chair over to the edge of the bed. “Move your face over to where Wooyoung is, he needs a front row seat.” Hongjoong crawls over to the edge of the bed, Dangling his head over the edge, directly above Wooyoung’s angry cock. You move behind Hongjoong and line yourself up, spilling lube onto yourself and onto his fluttering hole. He whines as you press your tip into his hole, only filling in halfway to let him get used to the girth.

The redhead has to bite his lip as you bottom out finally, filling him up. He feels so tight around you, so wet. You groan out before slowly rocking your hips back, starting at a slow pace so he can get used to you. Hongjoong is so close to Wooyoung’s cock that the younger man can feel his hot breath on it. You slowly build your pace, and feel your orgasm growing closer, seeing the way Wooyoung looks everytime Joong gets close to his cock is driving you crazy. “Hongjoong, suck Wooyung’s cock for me baby.” He does as you say, letting his tongue fall out, and licking and sucking on his tip sloppily. You can tell that Wooyoung is already close from watching you and Hongjoong fuck around, but you aren’t going to let him finish easily.

You pick up the pace, fucking into Hongjoong harder and forcing him to choke around Wooyoung’s cock. Both the men let out whines, tears even pricking at wooyoung’s eyes from the pleasure, the ropes feeling tight around his wrists as he thrashes about, wanting to grab Hongjoong and make him take in his cock further. “Joong please…. Take in more. I can't take it.” Wooyoung begs but the redhead knows better than to do what he asks, he only takes orders from you. You are slamming into Hongjoong at this point, your orgasm only moments away, Hongjoong’s as well. With just a few more strokes you finish inside of him and bring your hand down to his throbbing cock and he finishes as well, rope after rope of cum falling onto the bed and your hand. You can tell that Wooyoung is right at the edge too. “Hongjoong pull away.” He pulls away with a popping sound, and after a few seconds pass Wooyoung starts moaning again, tears in his eyes. He spills onto Hongjoong’s face with loud moans. You laugh, proud of yourself for effectively ruining his orgasm. One last rope of cum lands onto Joong’s face and Wooyoung comes down from his high.

You slowly pull out of Hongjoong’s now aching hole and he whines at the feeling. You go to your bathroom to grab a couple of wet washcloths to clean all of you up. When you come back you hand one to Hongjoong and go to wooyoung, untying his ropes and cleaning him up. “That was mean.” He huffs. You can clearly tell that he loved it though. “That’s what you get for being a brat. Play nice next time and we will see how I treat you.” A mischievous smile covers his face, “Next time?” His eyebrow wiggles and you just roll your eyes. You throw the washcloth at his chest. “Clean up you heathen.”

“I would love for there to be a next time.” Hongjong says brightly, cleaning Wooyoung’s cum off of his face in the mirror on your nightstand. “I would too.” You say, kissing Hongjoong on the forehead.

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Love is an Unfamiliar Name (Pt. 7)

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Wordcount: 2,1 k

Warnings: friends talking about sex, basically an allusion, no big deal.

A/N: In this slightly longer (and quite sad) chapter we have a Pedro who is a bit... let's say a jerk . but along the we will understand why this kind of behavior is happening, I swear haha

PART SIX

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Fear (Of the Unknown)

"Neeeeext," Jenny demanded, munching on a bag of Takis while perched on the couch. "I want all the juicy details, girl." You finally met the girls at Jenny’s room on Sunday night after spending the whole day at Pedro’s.

"Well, we have to give the guy credit," Amy chimed in, reclining at the end of Jenny's bed. "I can't even remember the last time you had a sleepover with a man. He must've really impressed you to change your mind."

"Hey, it's not like we were going at it like rabbits," you chuckled, the memory still fresh in your mind. "We talked a lot too. It just felt like any other day, you know? Even during sex, we found our rhythm quickly."

"Have you noticed how radiant her skin looks?" Amy observed, peering at you with curiosity as you sat in the middle of the bed.

"Fuck, you're glowing!" Jenny exclaimed in surprise. "We'll have to find out what his secret is." You simply laughed it off.

"He really paid attention to what I wanted, always checking if I was comfortable," you admitted shyly. "But he could also be quite dominant. And like I said, we had some deep conversations in between... activities," you finished with a silly grin.

"My friend, I have some news for you," Amy interjected with a laugh. "It's a good thing that you finally let yourself date someone you've known for a while, it is way better than with some random shit—and you’re going to have to swallow your pride and admit that this guy was good. You probably didn’t let him know, but he got you on your knees.”

"He got me at least three or four times that I can remember," you chuckled.

"Come on!" Jenny playfully tossed a Taki at you.

"I'd pay to see that," Amy teased. "YOU," she pointed at you, bursting into song, "Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there." She laughed.

"It was definitely a great point of view; I can't deny that." You smiled, feeling a shiver of excitement run down your spine.

"Amy, look at her. SHE IS FUCKING SMILING," Jenny pointed out, munching on her Takis.

"And to think he was so nervous about approaching her," Amy added, causing both you and Jenny to look at her in shock. She realized her mistake.

"WHAT?!" You and Jenny exclaimed simultaneously, eager for more information. Amy tried to backtrack, claiming it was obvious, but you pressed her for details.

"Please don't tell Timmy I told you this," Amy pleaded, disappointed in herself. "Remember that night you were feeling down, and he joined you on the patio? You two spent the night together. He was feeling confused and guilty for maybe mixing things up, so he confided in Timmy."

"And why are you telling this now, Amy?" You snapped, a hint of irritation in your voice. "I could've been having this great sex all this time. Single people also deserve happiness, you know," you added sarcasticly.

"Timmy only told me at the pub! before we went to check on you," Amy explained. "I was mad at him too, ok? But he told him that you're not someone to mess with. If he screws up and you decide to leave, you'll walk away just like you did before." Tim knew you; he had seen you broken before.

"Well… that explains a lot," you mused, recalling your conversations from the previous night when he decided to explain himself.

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You jetted off to LA for a few days as planned, but true to your workaholic nature, you managed to squeeze in a business meeting during your vacation. After years of toiling on scores and earning some awards such as an Academy and a Golden Globe, you now have the luxury of being selective with your projects. The upcoming project was one you couldn't afford to pass up.

Your conversations with Pedro continued as usual, but as you boarded your flight on Monday, a nagging fear crept in—would he suddenly disappear? You didn't want that to happen; the memory of your past involvement with someone you had a prior connection to still haunted you.

Despite your reservations, you decided to give it a chance. Spending a long night with people you had no attachment to was much easier, you understood why the girls were excited to see you with someone you shared a connection with. And from your conversations with him, you learned that his friends felt the same.

A lingering question plagued your mind: Two different people, same traumas. Could it possibly work?

You pushed that thought aside, refusing to indulge in self-sabotage this time. You were enjoying yourself and didn't want to ruin a good thing. Upon returning to Canada, you and Pedro found yourselves in a rather funny situation—sneaking into each other's rooms like teenagers trying to evade their parents' watchful eyes.

Both of you excelled at maintaining a professional demeanor during the day, and no one would suspect that you were secretly meeting in the middle of the night. You were admired for your serious demeanor, while Pedro's easygoing nature was already known. Despite your differences, you both managed to keep your clandestine rendezvous under wraps, maintaining the facade of being nothing more than good friends.

In the past few months, you have been seeing each other at least once a week, a frequency that felt just right for you. With both of you thriving in your careers, it was important not to let things spiral out of control. So, when Pedro broached the topic of aligning your schedules to spend more time together, you felt a sense of relief. It was evident that he was trying to downplay his excitement about seeing you more often, but you welcomed the conversation, knowing it was a discussion you had also been considering.

You made sure to let him know that after the post-production phase, you would go on tour with Mended Fragments, so it would be harder to meet during these months, but with the tour ending, you would have a break, which he acknowledged and agreed, considering he had his own projects.

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As usual, you meticulously planned the agenda for the following two weeks, which included a trip to New York to produce a quick soundtrack for a runway show while assisting your team via Zoom. Additionally, you had been invited to the show’s after-party, where Jenny would accompany you, presenting an excellent opportunity for networking and reconnecting with familiar faces, so you had a good feeling about it. During a post sex conversation, you discovered that Pedro would also be attending the same event.

"She's a good friend I made during my time in New York, so I'll finally have some free time to catch up with her. Oscar is also attending," Pedro mentioned, his gaze fixed on you as you both layed on the bed.

"Wow, I had no idea you knew her. Vivienne sounds like a lovely person," you replied. "She was blown away by Rick's show in Paris last season, so she reached out to him to know who the composer was, and that's how we met—even though you didn't ask," you added playfully, planting a kiss on his shoulder.

"I would ask, but you're quite quick, baby," he said, his demeanor distant as if his mind were elsewhere, which made you feel quite bothered.

"Is everything okay?" you asked softly, pulling away from his embrace to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah, it is; you just wore me out a bit, that's all," he replied, though you sensed he was not being entirely truthful. Or perhaps it was just your own mind playing tricks on you. Giving him the benefit of the doubt, you decided to let it go, so you kept talking.

"It'll be nice to see you there without anyone from work around," you said without hiding your smile. "I mean, being able to talk to you without having to sneak around like thieves." Your excitement was palpable.

"Well, baby...” Your smile faded, his tone felt weird. “I think it's best if we keep things as they are now. It's not like we have anything serious going on to show up at a party as a couple," he said, getting up to get dressed. His words stung like daggers, piercing through your skin. "It's almost 7 a.m. I should head back to my room."

"I never said anything about us being a couple, Pedro," you retorted, your tone sharp with frustration. "I simply mentioned meeting you at a party you were already planning to attend. I'm not suggesting anything." You were hurt by his sudden change in behavior.

"Okay. I just don't want us to misunderstand things," he said, noticing the glint of tears in your eyes. "I really enjoy what we have, baby, but it's more of a close friendship with benefits, isn't it?"

You couldn't understand why he was bringing this up out of nowhere. Perhaps it was the tequila you both had indulged in due to exhaustion. While you tried to make sense of his actions, you refused to throw a fit at that moment. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you beg for his affection.

"If that's how you see it," you replied curtly, masking your hurt with sarcasm. "I must have misunderstood, but thank you for clarifying. I guess I'll see you at the party then. I'll be leaving on Monday."

"I thought you were supposed to leave on Wednesday," he remarked, surprised. "So, I won't get to see you?" Closing the distance between you, he attempted to embrace you, now fully dressed, while you stood by the bed, wrapped in a blanket.

"No," you answered firmly.

"I'm going to miss this body," he said, adjusting your hair, his breath tinged with the scent of alcohol. You held back tears, refusing to let them fall.

"Is the body all you'll miss?" you asked, trying to maintain a facade of strength.

"Is there anything else to miss?" he replied, deliberately cruel. It felt as though he wanted to see you break down in tears, solely because of him. He wouldn’t let you win this argument.

"Leave,” you were about to break. “Go have a shower and eat something, you’re fuckin drunk.” Your voice was trembling. You were also quite dizzy.

His gaze lingered on you, taken aback by your response. It wasn’t the plea for attention he anticipated. Why hadn’t you begged for his affection? Though he wanted to express his regret and admit he'd miss you, he needed validation from you. It was then that he realized he had screwed things up. You held the door open, silently urging him to depart. As he reluctantly exited your room, he reached out, attempting to grasp your hand.

"Please, just go," you stated firmly, unwavering in your resolve. And so, he left. Without a word.

Two hours later, after shedding all the tears you had in you, a message from Pedro lit up your phone screen. "Sorry for what I said." You decided to ignore him, but the persistent ringing of your phone indicated that he was calling. Reluctantly, you answered. "What?"

"Babe, I'm sorry.” He started, “I shouldn't have drunk that much. I was upset about work shit that happened yesterday, and I took it out on you—It's not your fault, please,” he added. ” I was a jerk, and I'm sorry for being mean to you. I'm really sorry, baby."

"Okay, anything else?" you responded coldly.

"Baby, I'm fuckin scared—what we have... it scares me," his voice quivered, betraying his own tears. “I don’t want to fuck things up; I truly don’t—”

"Listen, I always make an effort to see things from your perspective, Pedro. I hope you can do the same for me now," You wanted to express more, but you held back. "I don't want to talk to you right now, okay? Can you respect that?"

"Babe, please..."

"Can you respect that?" you reiterated firmly.

"I can. I'm really sorry."

"Goodbye. See you at Vivienne's," you abruptly ended the call. All you wanted to do was cry. Little did you know Pedro was doing the same: crying about the cruel words he said to you. He wanted it to be just a friend with benefits kind of relationship, but deep down he knew it wasn’t, and he was scared. You both were.

“Imagine two complete strangers

Who suspect they were meant to be

Both in need of love and affection

Yet their suspicions prevent something heavenly

Fear takes control — fear of the unknown”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedrohub #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro x reader

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dreamsnails · 8 months

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Hi! Im kinda new to tumblr and asking fanfic requests so please let me know if im doing something wrong! So I have a request for a sal fisher x GN reader (preferably headcanons but if you'd be more comfortable doing a oneshot that's also completely fine!) Where the reader doesn't really have any friends and has pretty extreme social anxiety? Like, they have hard time speaking in front of people they just met and get really fidgety and even sometimes have panic attacks? And they just really want to have friends and they get really mad at themself for not being able to keep or start friendships. Again sorry if I've made a mistake with requesting!

Oh boy, this one hits oddly close to home. I actually wrote (but then scrapped) a whole vent fic about Sal comforting someone (me specifically but I formatted it to be for anyone) who had a really rough day and is now thinking about every little embarrassing thing to ever happen to them but they don't know how to process or vent those emotions by themselves. I might go back and try to finish that and post it later if you're interested in fluff content like that, but for now here are my headcanons for this specific situation. I really hope you like them.

In Public:

He’s always holding your hand. He makes sure to gently rub his thumb over the top of your hand, especially when he notices your warning signs.

He never ever speaks over you, even if you’re taking a while to say what you mean.

He always invites you to hang out with his friends if he’s going to. If you don’t want to he won’t try to push you.

He will 100% complain about your order at a restaurant for you, but if you’re worried about causing a scene he always orders something you like for himself so you can switch if they mess up your food.

He carries little fidgets like small fidget cubes and magnetic beads in his pocket so you can have something to focus on when you’re overwhelmed or overstimulated.

He comforts you and praises you quietly and away from people after you interact with receptionists or cashiers or strangers, especially if you feel you had a particularly bad interaction. He understands how much extra energy it takes you to communicate with others.

He understands if you can’t find the energy to do those things, too. He’ll talk for you if you ask him to and he would never criticize you for not being able to speak to someone. He’s proud of you for wanting to try regardless of if you succeed or not.

He immediately removes you from crowded areas if you happen to have a panic attack in a public space. He’ll comfort you in whichever way you need. He has an arsenal of tools that you both brainstormed together to help you recover, and he’ll let you decide if you want to go home or continue in public after you do.

He goes to your doctor’s appointments with you for moral support.

In Private:

He will hold you forever if you will it.

He will also give you plenty of space if you're overstimulated by too much physical contact.

RESPECTS. YOUR. BOUNDARIES. He NEVER pushes you when you're not comfortable with something-- from him touching you, to you not wanting to go somewhere, to you not feeling comfortable speaking to him at a particular moment. He knows you need patience and compassion and he gives you ALL of it.

He gave you his cellphone number, his dad’s number, his landline number, and Larry’s cellphone number so you can reach him no matter what when you need him.

He lets you borrow his shirts so that you have a part of him to comfort you when he can’t be around and he rotates them so they always smell like him.

He writes you little notes about how much he loves you and how proud of you he is and hides them around your room when he visits for you to find later.

He’ll cater to your every need if you have an especially hard day at work or school. He’ll come over and build you a blanket fort, get you your favorite drink, and play your favorite games with you until you feel better.

When you become upset with yourself for struggling to talk to people and relate to people, he is always there to remind you about all of the amazing things he loves about you. He also lets you know how much he and his friends enjoy hanging out with you, and that they are your friends no matter what other people think about you.

If a friendship of yours falls out, he’s the first to remind you that you tried your best and that all relationships take two to last. There are people who love and care about you just the way you are, like him, Larry, and Ash (and your family, if you have a good relationship with them). Everything will be okay.

Even if it feels like nobody in the world cares about you, he will, no matter what.

#sally face x reader #sally face #sal fisher #sally face fandom #sally face headcanons #sally face fluff #fluff #headcanon

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littlexscarletxwitch · 1 year

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── ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ 𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): angst-ish, hurt/comfort, sfw

warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, mentions of alcohol (don't drink kids lol), swearing

word count: 1,700

note: this was inspired by 'midnight rain' by taylor fucking swift, I just love this song. I tried my best but I don't know if taylor would approve of (💀). I added a marvel reference which I'm kinda proud of. Also, writing angst is so much fun. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy <3

You were sad, drunk and sleepy.

Sonya told you to go home a while ago, but you were too tired to move for yourself. She noticed that, so she called the only person she knew would come in an instant. The problem was that it wasn’t one of your friends, or any of your siblings, hell, you would have preferred she had called your mum. But it wasn’t up to you.

“She is here for you, sweetie.”

In your half drunk half asleep state you couldn't tell what Sonya was saying. She saw you struggling to understand her words, so she just pointed to the front door of the bar. And there she was. Even in your current state, you could recognize her everywhere. How could you not? You spent hours looking at her, engraving every little detail of her face on your mind. You could tell by the look on her face that this wasn’t how she planned on spending her saturday. To be fair, it wasn’t entirely your fault. Sonya, your friend and bartender, was the one who called her. Although, deep down you thanked Sonya for calling her, even if it hurt you would always love seeing her stupid pretty face.

“Thanks for calling, Sonya. I’ll take it from here.” Said that raspy low voice of hers, one of the many things you loved about her.

“Take care of yourself, hun.” Sonya whispered to you and nodded to Florence.

“Okay, let’s go.”

Now that was embarrassing —being carried by your ex to her car so she could drive your drunk ass home. This was not how you expected to end your night, but you should have thought things through. You should have thought better than getting so drunk that you couldn��t move for yourself. How stupid of you.

You both were silent the whole car drive, you could read the room, she was mad. But she didn’t have the right to be mad at you, she broke up with you. She had no right to feel anything for you. She caused this whole thing. You just wanted her, you wanted everything from her, but you knew she was a Hollywood star in the making, she was making her own name, how could you blame her? You only wanted what was best for her, so you let her chase that fame. As a consequence, you two fell out with each other. You tried your best to not let her slip away from you, but she had her mind elsewhere.

Florence never wanted to break your heart, you were nice. One of the nicest people she’d ever met. You meant everything to her, but she didn’t want to hurt you anymore. She knew she had become distant, that she was too caught up with her career, and it did you no good. So she did what she thought was best for you and let you go. It was the hardest decision of her life, but she thought you were better off without her. She thought you would build your life back up again. And when Sonya called her, after a month of breaking up with you, she knew that she had made the wrong decision. Florence wasn’t mad at you, she was mad at herself, for letting you go, for not making things work out with you. She missed you and hated herself for what she had done —what she had done to you.

She was surprised when Sonya called her, she didn’t expect a call from the bartender at 1am but she knew it had to be important if she was calling her of all people. However, she was even more surprised when she told her you had gotten drunk. You weren’t the type of person to get drunk in a bar. She immediately knew that something was wrong with you. And when she got to the bar and looked at you, she knew you were there because of her. The sad look in your eyes made her hurt ache.

Once in your apartment, she put you to bed. You thought that was it, you were never going to see her on, except for when she would be on tv. You didn’t like that thought. You wanted her with you. You wanted her to take your pain away, even if she had caused it.

“I miss you.” You whispered. You hoped she would say she had missed you too.

“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you're talking about.” she couldn’t take you seriously, not in the state you were in. Even though she really wanted for it to be true.

“Haven’t you heard that a drunk mind speaks a sober heart? And that’s how my stupid sober heart feels. I miss you, Florence.” Florence’s heart missed a beat.

Hearing her name falling out of your mouth, caused a revolution inside of her. Truth was she never stopped loving you, but she thought you would be better with someone who wasn’t like her. Someone who could give you their full attention. Seeing you like this, broken hearted, made her hurt burn, since she was the reason you were like this. She caused this whole thing.

“Okay, how about we talk about this in the morning when you’re no longer drunk, huh?” she needed to leave, seeing you like that was killing her. She was afraid to make things even worse.

“Stay,” you said, so low that she barely heard you, but loud enough to stop her from walking away from you, again. She thought she imagined it, but then you said it again. “Please, stay. I miss you, just come back to me.”

“Y/n, i’m sure you’ll regret it in the morning.” She didn’t want to take advantage of the situation. It wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

“I need you. Can you at least hold me until I fall asleep?”

“I’m not sure–”

“Please, it's the least you can do.” Even when the only light in the room was coming from your window, she could see the pleading in your eyes. She could never say no to you.

She lied next to you, unsure of what to do next. Should she say something? Should she do something? She missed this, being this close to you. She missed your scent, even now when she could smell the alcohol on your lips. She missed your warmth, your touch. She wasn’t sure if you were already asleep, she couldn't see your face since you were on your side, but she had to try.

“I regret letting you go.” There she said it, she thought it would make her feel a little bit better, but it didn’t. The burning feeling still in her heart.

You turned to face her, letting her know you were listening, she took it as a sign to keep on talking.

“Things haven’t been the same since you left. I feel hollow, all of the time, as if something is missing. And it's you. I know that I hurt you, and I hate myself for that. I just thought I was doing what was best for you.”

“Did you really think that you leaving me would be good for me?”

“I now realize that, I just thought–.”

“No, I don’t think you actually know. You broke me into a million pieces. The one person that I love the most in this whole word, and you just pushed me away as if I was no one. Do you know how fucked up that is? We were supposed to talk to each other when things got complicated, not just push the other away.” Venom spitting from your mouth, And Florence couldn't blame you. You had every right to be mad.

“I know I fucked up, big time. But I want to make things better now. I can’t live without you, Y/n. I want you back, I need you back. I’m, I’m not giving up on you, on us. I will go through hell and back if I have to prove to you how much I regret this.” Tears were forming on your eyes, could you trust her again?

“You hurt me.”

“I know, baby. I know I did,” Tears rolling down your cheeks, Florence hated seeing you cry, especially because of her. “Just let me make it better, okay? Give me a chance to prove myself to you.”

You already knew the second she lied beside you that you would forgive her, no matter how bad she had hurt you. Florence had this power over you, yeah, she destroyed you in a million pieces, but she also could make you hold in just seconds. You needed her just as much as she needed you.

“Okay.” That was all Florence needed to bring you closer to her. She kissed your tears away, holding you tightly as if never letting you again.

“Now go to sleep, baby. You must be exhausted.” She smile at you.

“I’m scared that if I do, when I wake up you won't be here anymore.” You mutter, scared to admit that to her.

“I promised you this is not a dream, baby. I’m here now. It 's okay. You can rest now.”

You rested your head in the crook of her neck, it made you feel at ease. You have been longing for this feeling ever since the break up. A smile formed on your lips once your nose was filled by her intoxicating scent. You missed this, you missed her. But she was here now, ready to amend every wrong she had made.

Florence promised to herself that night she would never hurt you again. If things got complicated, she wasn’t going to throw in the towel. She would find a way to make things work. She was never going to give you up. She had peered through a window, all the love she unraveled and the life she gave away, and she didn’t like it, not even one bit. She was relieved when you gave her another chance, and she was going to make it worth it. Because you were her sunshine to her midnight rain, and she couldn’t live without you.

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⤑ 9 months to fall in love 8.

It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in.

Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it.

Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

pairing; kim seokjin x f reader au/genre; unplanned pregnancy, strangers to lovers, slow burn, romance (dare I say romcom in places), smut, angst, (melo)drama, dual pov words; 13,452

warnings/includes (!) office altercation, toxic co-worker, miscarriage mentions (nothing happens or will happen, Oc is just worrying/making sure everything is fine), mention of parent death and heart attack, sexual propositioning, the reign of Sera is finally over, Seokjin takes control of the situation 🥵, allusions to narcissism, and I don’t want to spoil too much but the ending is sweet I promise 🤧

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*inspired by the manhwa ‘Positively Yours.’

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Staring at Sera, still in shock, you saw the slightest of smirks itch across her lips before her eyes went wide and she feigned alarm, holding her hand up to her open mouth, as if she’d just realised her mistake. “Oh, my god. I didn’t mean t—”

You lunged once more, Namjoon’s grip having eased slightly. All you could hear was your heart thundering against your ribcage and Sera’s pathetic shrieks, your fingers barely having time to graze her hair before you were being hauled back.

“Jesus Christ. That’s it,” Namjoon huffed, his voice once again sounding strained. He let go, stepping in front of you. “____, what’s going on?” His face was flushed and the expression he wore was of complete bafflement.

You attempted to side-step him, enraged when you saw one of your colleagues rush to Sera’s side, but Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder. His grip was gentle but firm. So was his voice. “Let’s talk in private, please.”

Turning his head, he addressed Sera. “Wait for me inside the conference room, Sera.”

“What? Why?” she fumed, almost forgetting herself. “I haven’t done anything.”

“Just do it, please,” Namjoon sighed. “I want to talk to both of you.”

Without waiting for a response, he led you to his office. The room had gone silent, but before he shut the door, he gestured with his hand. “Everyone else begin to work, please.” Noticing Sera hadn’t moved, he prompted: “Sera, conference room. Go.” His tone was sharp – much to your childish delight.

You took a visitor’s chair, your heart still hammering with the adrenaline and stared at your crossed legs. Now that the moment was over, you felt embarrassment start to burn its way up your face. You had just created the scene of all scenes. Namjoon was stonily silent as he sat at his desk, and you could feel his gaze studying you. You refused to meet his eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what that was?” he demanded finally. “Since when do you fight people?” The second question was filled with bewilderment. His third even more so. “And what the hell did she mean by ‘in your condition’?!”

You finally looked up at him, your composure breaking slightly, but you’d done enough crying by now. Even if you tried, you didn’t think any tears would come. You’d exhausted them all.

Concern flittered across Namjoon’s features. “____?”

Sighing, you readied yourself. You’d been gearing up to tell him this morning anyway, your plans had just gone slightly awry – well, majorly awry. He listened attentively, never butting in, even when you knew he wanted to, his eyes bulging he was in so much disbelief. At the crux of it all, the only true important points were: 1. You were pregnant, and 2. Sera was an evil, manipulative bitch.

After you were done, Namjoon spoke evenly. “Go home today and make it a long weekend. When you come back on Monday Sera won’t be here.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t known you’d been holding. Namjoon was one of your good friends and you’d never doubted he wouldn’t believe you, but Artkive was also his business. Firing someone wasn’t something you should ask of him, so you hadn’t in the end, but the insinuation had been there. You couldn’t be around her anymore. For your sanity and your baby’s wellbeing.

“But what are you going to do? You need a receptionist,” you asked, feeling guilty you’d put him in this situation.

He shrugged, unbothered. “I’ll find a new one. Until then, I’ll step in if I have too.”

“You?” You arched an eyebrow and managed a soft snort. “This whole place will fall apart.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding,” you smiled. Yet the image of him answering phone calls and trying to be organised at the front desk left you feeling a little nervous. Namjoon was a talented man and boss, but he still needed supervision sometimes. That’s why Yoongi was practically his right-hand man.

“How hard can it be?” he breezed, but his eyes had a nervous glint in them.

“Thank you for hearing me out,” you said sombrely. “Especially after that.”

As the minutes past by you were regretting your actions more and more. Just last night you had joked about any potential confrontations in Yuna’s honour being out of the question. And now look at you! You had acted irresponsibly, not even thinking about your baby. What would have happened if you’d actually fought Sera? You were ashamed of yourself, and thankful that Soobin and Namjoon had stopped you.

“There’s no way she can stay after what she’s done,”’ Namjoon said darkly, not aware of your inner turmoil. “I knew there was something up with her.”

He managed to get a weak laugh out of you – even if that wasn’t his intention. “No, you didn’t.”

“Fine, I didn’t,” he conceded. “But now I do. Seriously, accusing you of sleeping with Yoongi? Making up all those lies attempting to trick him into a confession?” Namjoon paused his ranting to rub a hand over his face. “I should call him.”

They were best friends, so Namjoon’s concern was palpable. You knew he was feeling like Yuna had last night.

“Where is he today?” you asked gently, now knowing for certain that he wasn’t at work.

“He called out, said he wasn’t feeling too good… Probably suffering from finding out his girlfriend-is-a-manipulative-witch-itis.”

“Don’t,” you whined. “I feel terrible about it.”

“It’s better he finds out now.”

That was true. However, you were still worried about him. Had he managed to speak to her last night? She didn’t seem very upset if so, but then again, maybe it was all part of her act. It was impossible to know what was real and what wasn’t with her, even for you sometimes. You should try to reach out to Yoongi, but first on the list was Seokjin. He was more important.

You noticed Namjoon grinning your way. “What?”

“Nothing, I’m just going to be an UNCLE, that’s all.”

“You seem more excited than me,” you snorted. After all, this was the guy who owned two pairs of baby sneakers for a child he didn’t have yet, nor was he even remotely close to having…

“How far along are you?”

“Nearly 10 weeks.” You paused and looked torn. “I didn’t want the office to know yet. I was waiting a few more weeks until I told everyone.”

Namjoon nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll tell them not to bring it up until you’re ready.”

“Thanks,” you smiled softly. “I’m hoping it went over their heads, but ‘my condition’ can only mean one of two things really. Either I’m pregnant or dying.”

“Fuck,” he guffawed, his dimple appearing. “Sorry, but that was funny.”

Rolling your eyes, you continued. “Though, I guess me trying to rip Sera’s head off her shoulders might steal my pregnancy’s thunder."

Namjoon inclined his head, agreeing. “You’re probably right.”

Whimpering, you lifted your hands to your cheeks. “I’m sorry for causing drama.”

“You didn’t cause it.”

You shot him a look. “I lunged for her. Multiple times.”

“True, but it was provoked,” he shrugged, making you laugh. “She deserved it.”

“Such a great boss,” you replied sarcastically.

“Boss-friend,” he corrected. “You’re strong as fuck, by the way.” When you pulled a face, brushing him off, he shook his head. “No, really. I think it’s time for me to lift more at the gym.”

“If you lift anymore you’ll turn into the Hulk.”

“That’s the plan. Easy Halloween costume.”

Before you could come back with a retort, he was clapping his hands together and standing up. “Now get home. I’m ordering you as your boss.”

Hit with a four-day weekend, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. For the past 3 days you couldn’t stick being at work, but stuck at home with only your thoughts for company, you quickly missed the distraction of the office (sans Sera). You busied yourself as much as possible with some deadlines you needed to work on, and when that didn’t work, you started on housework. Cleaning was often therapeutic, but even that did little to help. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about Seokjin. Every time you repeated what you had said to him in your mind, you cringed and hated yourself. Sera was a bitch, but you might not be so close behind either. You had treated the father of your baby like dirt.

Your chat with Yuna played on your mind too. She was right about one thing, you had spent the last few years keeping relationships and love at a distance, under the guise that there was always something wrong with the people you dated. You didn’t click right, they were too arrogant, too boring, too nice, and horribly, sometimes you even found shallow things to complain about. Too short, had a receding hairline, their laugh was annoying. In reality, you were just afraid once you got attached to someone you’d get your heart broken. Exactly as you had at twenty-three. You needed to work through that fear.

However, you weren’t so sure Seokjin was the one to do that with. You were having a baby together and you couldn’t jeopardise that. Forcing things between the two of you was just out of the question, no matter what the all-seeing Yuna thought. Besides, after how you’d acted the night before, you’d have a hard time being friends, let alone anything more. Not that you did want something more…

Late in the evening, still thinking about Seokjin, you plucked up the courage to call him, but after eight or so rings, you hung up. He usually picked up straight away and realising that he didn’t want to speak to you was devastating. A heavy sense of regret weighed down on your chest. You had ruined everything. What if he never wanted to speak to you again? Never wanted to see you? What if you’d just ruined your baby’s life before they were even born? All because you’d been hurt and afraid… You were so ashamed of yourself, and you didn’t know what to do to make it right. You went to text him, but stopped yourself. It would be so insincere to say sorry over text message, and besides, you didn’t want to harass him when he obviously didn’t want anything to do with you – and rightfully so.

By the next day, your thoughts and worries had managed to spiral into a fresh anxiety. The health of your unborn baby. Overwrought, you were certain all this stress and drama wasn’t good for Glob. If something were to happen to them you would never forgive yourself, and working yourself up something serious, you panic called your OB. She reassured you while stress was never good for a pregnant woman, often it was unavoidable, and there wasn’t any concrete evidence to suggest it led to miscarriage. As long as you were still experiencing pregnancy symptoms, baby was more than all right. And that you were. You were still throwing up, your boobs sore and looking slightly bigger, and you were exhausted, achy, and certainly hormonal.

Your mind at ease, you thanked Dr. Choi, but before you hung up, she asked why you were feeling stressed. You used the work excuse. It was technically correct anyway, and sympathetic, she told you if you ever wanted to talk, she was here for you. If not, she’d see you in a couple of weeks for your 12-week scan. Oddly touched, you thanked her again and said your goodbyes. You knew it was her job, but you appreciated it nonetheless. Maybe you’d been too quick to judge her. You recalled how mildly irritated you’d been by her behaviour towards Seokjin and got embarrassed at your jealousy. At the time it had been confusing – still was – but after what Yuna had said yesterday, maybe it made a little more sense. Then you remembered what you had told him. How you weren’t together so what did it matter if you liked Yoongi. You truly had been pushing him away. It was obvious now. You had been growing closer and internally you were terrified of the possibility…

To help take your mind off things, Yuna spent the night both Friday and Saturday.

She’d told Jimin the partial truth. You had a meddling co-worker that was stressing you out. On top of that it was the anniversary of your mother’s death, so she wanted to keep you company. You felt guilty that your best friend still had to keep your pregnancy a secret from her fiancé, and you let her know she could tell him at any time now. It was only right seeing as the whole of your office now knew the news.

Yuna was a great distraction, and you managed to enjoy a couple of stress-free days with her, reminding you of a time not so long ago when you weren’t pregnant, and you didn’t have what felt like the weight of the entire universe on your shoulders. Not that you would change Glob for anything. Your pregnancy was one of the only good things you had in your life and you were genuinely excited to become a mother – if not slightly scared, and you were sure both feelings would continue to grow as the months went by.

On Sunday morning, after parting with Yuna, you googled the nearest open for business florist and took a subway there. You’d been neglectful this year, late to getting flowers for your mother’s grave, but these past few days aside, you’d been so distracted, happy lately, you hadn’t wanted to think about the anniversary that made you absolutely miserable. Back in work tomorrow, you needed to visit her today instead, and once you’d picked out the prettiest arrangement, you made your way to the cemetery, trying to forget how flowers reminded you of the bouquet Seokjin had sent you on Wednesday.

You often made a point of visiting your mother, finding it easy to talk to someone who couldn’t answer back (yes, that was a dig at Yuna), but you hadn’t been here for a while – since before you’d found out you were pregnant. You smiled as you arranged the flowers in the pot.

“The unthinkable happened, mom,” you whispered. “I’m pregnant.” You paused to stroke your stomach. “I know it’s a surprise, and it’s definitely not how I imagined it would happen. Actually, I never really let myself imagine it.” Your laugh sounded forced. “Don’t worry about me though. The father is a really great guy. Things are up in the air right now… I messed up… but I’ll put it right.” The determinedness in your voice almost shocked you.

Standing up, you stared down at her headstone. You and your mom had been very much alike – still were. Her being gone didn’t change that. In retrospect you realised your upbringing with her had shaped the person you were now. She had been fiercely independent, even more so after her and your father divorced. Even in death, it had stayed the same. She always told you she wanted a small, no fuss funeral, and while you used to brush that kind of talk off, not wanting to hear it and thinking it would be so far into the future it wouldn’t matter until then, you had honoured her wishes in the end. She was a solitary person, so it wasn’t difficult, but it still hurt to see so few saying goodbye to her. To you, she was your everything, and realising she had such little impact on other people’s lives when she had such a big one on yours, was devastating. It was her doing, and she was content with it, to the best of your knowledge, but it still seemed unfair.

Alone now, and recalling all the changes that had happened in your life recently, you realised that you didn’t want that to be you. You wanted to be something in other people’s lives, but more than that, you wanted other people to be in your life too. Thankfully, you weren’t as closed off as your mother had been, but you weren’t too far behind. Who knew what would happen in a few years’ time.

Taehyung had been the first person to break your heart, yes, but your mother had also damaged it when she was taken away from you prematurely. It wasn’t her fault, and you would never blame her, but it had shown you that even the ones who loved you unconditionally eventually left you at some point. If you continued to think like that, and view everyone with suspicion, soon enough you would become bitter.

From here on in, you needed to remember the positives in your life.

You had Yuna and would always have Yuna, and you had a handful of other friends too. You had your father and your stepmother, your half-siblings too – no matter how much you kept them at an arm’s length. And soon you would have your baby. You would make a vow to yourself to teach them to be open and affectionate with their love.

A melancholy thought grasped you.

You had Seokjin too – or at least you used to have him.

Meeting and getting to know him had shown you that you were very capable of having new people in your life. That the process was actually quite fun and refreshing. It didn’t have to be scary. You really hoped you could sort things out with him. You really hoped he would forgive you…

Just as you were leaving the cemetery, Yoongi called you.

You didn’t want to admit how hard you’d been hoping it was Seokjin, and truthfully, your heart had plummeted a little when you saw it wasn’t. Then you’d felt a wave of guilt. You’d meant to contact Yoongi to see how he was, but with your own troubles you’d brushed it to the side.

He sounded unlike himself but asked if you wanted to meet up and chat. There were some things he wanted to catch you up on. Your first instinct was to say no, but then after everything you’d just reflected on besides your mom’s grave, you owed yourself this. Hopefully this would be the last time you had to hear about Sera, and you could begin to move on – Yoongi included. So, you agreed to meet him at a nearby coffee shop.

He looked terrible, the bags under his eyes dark with lack of sleep, his face sullen. He was wearing a baseball cap, his hair pushed back and only visible at the nape of his neck. You felt sorry for him but tried to hide it. You doubted he wanted your pity. Besides, a small part of you felt to blame. You knew it was stupid, Sera was the only one at fault, but you couldn’t help it.

After ordering you a drink – hot chocolate, because you were determined to stay away from caffeine – he started explaining what had happened since you’d last spoken. His head all over the place he hadn’t been able to talk to Sera on Wednesday night, which he now regretted because Namjoon had told him what had happened the next morning. After Namjoon had fired her, she’d come running to him with a story entirely different to the truth, unbeknownst to her that his best friend had already filled him in. That’s when he’d confronted her about you and the insane story she’d told him. She’d denied it, insisted you were the liar, and then when that didn’t work she’d turned, showing her true colours and accusing him of sleeping with you. Of being the father of your child. He’d broken up with her on the spot and told her to get out. He hadn’t heard from her since – thankfully.

You thought about telling him how she’d gotten to Seokjin, told him fresh lies, but stopped yourself. Sera wasn’t his problem anymore. He needed to be free of her. And you had a feeling if you did let him know, he’d only be racked with guilt even more.

“I feel like such an awful prick,” he muttered, scrubbing a hand over his face. He had just finished apologising to you for everything, feeling as though he was to blame for Thursday morning’s altercation.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you said firmly.

He looked at you sceptically. “If I had just known. I could have…stopped her before she…” He trailed off, at a loss of what to say. Then, he changed direction, his expression hard. “She isn’t a nice person, and I was a fucking idiot not to see it.”

“You’re not an idiot. She manipulated you.”

You didn’t like hearing him put himself down. He’d done it on Wednesday too.

He scoffed. “And how embarrassing is that?”

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” you frowned. “It’s easy to be deceived. She was your girlfriend, you had no reason to doubt her. Besides,” you added, “she told you that story because she wanted you to admit to some make-believe affair.”

He was quiet for a moment, gaze intense. “That’s why it’s all my fault,” he finally said. His voice was so quiet you had to strain to hear him. “She did all that to you because of me.” He saw the confused look on your face and let out a sigh. “She knew something…”

He sounded reluctant to continue, but finding yourself impatient, you pressed him. “Knew what?”

He ran a hand over his mouth before letting it rest on his chin, his eyes holding yours. “I liked you.”

You froze, having trouble processing his words.

He laughed then, self-consciously. “I know it sounds like I’m in high school. I told her about it – before we got together. We were hanging out and I was feeling sorry for myself, so I just… told her.”

Still, you were silent.

“I’m to blame for this mess,” he continued slowly. “I wanted to get over you, so I got into a relationship with Sera. She knew that deep down.”

“I don’t know what to say,” you finally managed, mind reeling. Stunned, you couldn’t comprehend what he was telling you.

He gave you a soft smile, but there was something sad about it. “You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted you to know why this happened.”

At one point in time, Yoongi had liked you. When you were secretly battling feelings for him, he had liked you too… It was almost unbelievable. Wouldn’t you have known? Had some kind of inkling, no matter how small? Then again, it seemed that Yoongi had been equally as oblivious…

“You’re not to blame,” you told him simply, finding your voice. “You didn’t drive her to do what she did. She’s just a horrible person, Yoongi.”

A strange sense of indifference washed over you now that the shock had worn off. If you had known about Yoongi’s feelings before Sera turned up it wouldn’t have changed anything anyway. You would have never pursued him, and if he had confessed to you, you were almost certain nothing would have happened. You wouldn’t have let it.

Hesitating, you wondered if you should tell him you’d once felt the same too. It would be easy to pretend you hadn’t, but after visiting your mother and reflecting, it only felt right that you should open up. This was only a small step, but it would no doubt be beneficial in the long run. You could put what you’d felt for Yoongi behind you, and hopefully strengthen your friendship in the process.

“I liked you too, and she knew that.”

It felt strange to hear yourself say those words. Confessing your feelings for someone, even if it was in the past tense, was unthinkable just over an hour ago. Your heart beat quicker than usual, but you forced yourself to calm down.

Yoongi’s eyes rounded before a frown formed on his face. “I don’t understand…”

You shrugged slightly. “She managed to get it out of me the first week she started working with us. She must have liked you too.”

You were putting the broken details together now. The whole time Sera had dated Yoongi you had been aware she knew you liked him, but she’d also known that Yoongi had liked you… No wonder she’d treated you the way she had. You no longer had to torment yourself wondering why. Her recent behaviour was still excessive and worrying, but at least you now understood what had driven her. Yoongi was absolutely not at fault though; it was all her.

“You… liked me too?” Yoongi asked quietly, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Yes.”

“When?” His voice sounded mildly eager.

You answered as vaguely as possible, not wanting to dwell on it any longer. “For a while.”

“I never thought… I didn’t think you felt the same.”

A mixture of emotions flickered across his face, and your stomach tightened with worry. He couldn’t still have feelings for you, could he? You thought back to the week just gone. His behaviour the day he’d helped you set up your meeting. Then his behaviour in the parking lot of the grocery store… He had been concerned for you, but surely it was only because he cared about you like a friend would?

“Sera even—never mind.” Yoongi stopped abruptly, instead he gave his head a small shake. “God, this is a mess.”

What was that about Sera? Frowning slightly, you wanted to ask, but stopped yourself. No good would come of it. You needed to put everything in the past now and move on.

You gave him a small smile, meant to reassure. “It’s not your fault, okay? It’s Sera’s. Only Sera’s.”

He gazed at you for a long time before nodding. An odd silence grew between you then. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but you did feel awkward. You had the feeling he wanted to say more but was holding himself back. You watched him finish his coffee and felt unexplainably sad.

“Will you be okay?” you asked suddenly.

“Don’t worry about me,” he smiled, running a thumb over the brim of his mug. He glanced at you. “I should be asking you that. You’re pregnant.” There was an air of disbelief in his tone. “I didn’t even congratulate you!”

“Thanks,” you smiled, automatically cupping your stomach. “It was a shock, but a good one.”

The action drew a fond smile from Yoongi. “I think you’re amazing and I just want you to be happy,” he confessed softly, and you met his eyes, holding your breath slightly. “I know you’re going to be the greatest mom.”

Feeling a lump in your throat, you swallowed. What could you say to that? “I hope so,” you managed to joke.

He chuckled and then looked a little apologetic. “Sorry if I ate into any plans you had today.”

“You didn’t, don’t worry,” you reassured and then wavered. “But I should probably get going now…”

“Yeah, of course.” He stood when you did, watching you collect your purse. “Do you need a ride anywhere?”

“No, that’s okay. Thanks, though.”

You appreciated the thought, but you didn’t want to take too much. Something in the way he looked at you, the words he’d spoken so tenderly, made you think his feelings still lingered – however brief. It was best not to take advantage of his kind nature. In time, you were sure his feelings for you would fade away, just like yours had done. He’d realise you and him would never have worked out.

You both walked out together, stopping to say your goodbyes.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he replied, shooting you that cheeky smile that used to make you feel embarrassingly giddy. “Heard Joon will be our temp receptionist. That’s going to be fun.”

“At least it’ll distract everyone from my news,” you replied without thinking and regretting it when Yoongi’s face fell. “They were going to find out soon enough,” you reassured. “It’s no big deal.”

However inside, you were nervous for tomorrow morning…

Seokjin attempted again to concentrate on the schedule Hoseok had handed him 8am this morning, but no matter how hard he tried the words wouldn’t register.

His head had been all over the place since Wednesday evening, with no signs of clearing any time soon. He had barely felt the urge to do anything. Work had been unbearable Friday and he’d ended up feigning a migraine and going home just before lunch – for the first time ever. In the past, splitting headache or not, he had battled on, but it had been impossible to function when he’d felt so torn up inside. In the back of his mind, he’d told himself he was being dramatic, but he couldn’t help how he felt.

Hobi knew something was wrong with him but knew better than to press the issue. He’d ignored his calls all weekend – Jungkook’s too, brushing them off when they’d wanted to hang out. He hadn’t wanted to be around anyone, so he’d spent his days in bed until gone midday, unable to sleep properly, and grazing when he couldn’t be bothered to cook or even order takeout. This morning had been the first time he’d showered in 3 days, and thankfully it had made him feel a little more human, yet it still didn’t magic things all better. He still felt as though he’d been mentally beaten up.

When he’d left your place on Wednesday, he was unaware he could feel a pain so strong. To hear you tell him – and not only tell, but shout it at him – how much you didn’t want him or his help had felt like a slap to the face. Actually, it probably would have stung less if you’d done that instead. All he’d ever done was try to be there for you during this pregnancy, so his first reaction was to feel wounded, even offended, but come the weekend all he felt was regret. He hadn’t realised that his behaviour was getting over the top. He’d been so determined to be there for you, he hadn’t stopped to think how it might be making you feel uncomfortable.

I especially don’t want your money!

Your words rang inside his head, taunting him and making him feel fucking awful. He was obviously aware of the differences in your earnings – the differences in your lives. It had come up in conversation before, and he was mindful not to draw much attention to it, but sometimes it was harder said than done. He was in the fortunate position where he could spend money without much, if any, thought – take the morning sickness remedies for example. When was the last time he’d been to a store and actually taken note of the price of something? He couldn’t remember. Should he be ashamed by that realisation? It felt like he should.

No matter how many years had passed, he was still surprised by the success of his company. No amount of money would change that. There was only so much he could do with it, and he wasn’t one to spend extravagantly. His parents had brought him up well, an ordinary family who had worked hard all their life. They had supported his dream, and with their help he had succeeded. He was forever indebted to them, and he made sure they now lived a comfortable life. He had been careful not to let his wealth go to his head, but some things he most definitely took for granted. He hated to think you might see him in a negative light, but then, how self-absorbed was that? The man judged for being a multi-millionaire – how terrible for him. There were so many awful things going on in this world and he was throwing himself a pity party.

Regardless, one thing was perfectly clear. He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.

But maybe that’s what his presence generally was… He was in your life not through choice. He knew that. It had even been an adjustment for him, though not a difficult one. It was obvious you were a private person who chose with great care who to let into your life. He had to accept that, but still it hurt him a little bit too much. He knew why. He needed to admit to himself his attraction to you had grown into something deeper in the short time you’d gotten to know one another. Just knowing you had feelings for someone that wasn’t him made his chest feel tight and painful. That wasn’t normal. Yes, the thought of another man looking out for you during your pregnancy wasn’t nice, and yes, the idea of another man helping raise his baby was even worse, but it went deeper than just that.

This man – Yoongi – had been in your life a lot longer than he had and that meant he surely knew you better. It made Seokjin feel bitter and jealous. It made him feel pathetic. Maybe he should be thankful you’d pushed him away. It was probably a good thing for his heart. However, not for his baby… No matter how confusing his feelings for you were, he had already decided that things between you both would always be amicable for Glob’s sake. Glob. The cute, silly nickname made him laugh fondly, even with his dark mood.

Setting his schedule down on the desk, he cupped his chin deep in thought. He needed to get a hold of himself and call you to apologise. He hadn’t picked up your call on Thursday because yes, his feelings were still bashed, but also, he was scared about what you’d have to say. You hadn’t tried to contact him since and that worried him. He needed to reach out to you and sort everything out. For your baby’s happiness. It wasn’t just about his feelings, and he needed to push them aside. What mattered the most was that you and his baby were content.

The desk phone interrupted him from his thoughts, seeming lounder than usual and it made him jump. Taking a moment to compose himself, coughing quietly to clear his throat, he picked up. A voice he recognised as Haram’s – one of his receptionists – filled the receiver.

“Mr Kim, there’s a woman down here who wants to speak to you. She’s very insistent.”

For a split second, Seokjin’s heart stilled. “Who is it?” His voice was clearly hopeful.

He heard Haram’s muffled voice in the background, then it got louder. She sounded irritated. “She says her name is Sera and she needs to speak to you now.” Seokjin’s heart plummeted; all expectation lost. There was a pause. “Sir, should I call security?”

“No,” he heard himself say, his voice oddly breezy considering how tense he now felt. “Everything’s fine, Haram. Get someone to bring her to my office. Thanks.”

Seokjin sat straighter and braced himself as he waited. He knew nothing about this woman, but what he did know seemed worrying. Your reaction Wednesday night told him she was a major cause of agitation for you. In fact, thinking about it – and he’d definitely had enough time to think over the weekend – when he’d first met Sera, the day of the prenatal appointment, your behaviour had been unusual then too. He’d had a feeling something was wrong but, in the end, told himself he was being ridiculous. He wished he knew the full story, wished he’d asked you for it and listened to you wholeheartedly, but it was too late for wishing now. The damage had been done.

To his dismay, it was Hoseok who led Sera into his office, shooting him a questioning look. As much as he found himself thinking you were the closed off, private one, he could sometimes be exactly the same too. Just the idea of telling his best friend what was going on in his life right now made him nervous. He was never good at showing his sensitive side. He took it upon himself to be the mood maker often and would always rather joke about his feelings than see them as serious. He hated putting people in awkward positions, but by the way Hoseok was watching him now, he knew he’d have to come clean soon. Maybe not the entire story, but he’d want to know why there was a strange woman in his office. He might not know what you looked like, but he knew your name.

“Thank you, Hoseok. You can leave us now.”

He looked hesitant but relented. After he shut the door, a resounding silence filled the room, all while he regarded Sera. She had a determined look on her face and for some reason it unsettled him. Why was this stranger in his office? More importantly, how did she know where to find him? When he asked her just that, she took a moment. The question had caught her off guard.

“____ told me,” she replied, but there was now a difference to how he’d regarded her that afternoon in his car. He was suspicious of her. When he didn’t respond, she rushed to continue, stepping closer. “I got fired on Thursday.”

Seokjin raised his eyebrow at that, both confused but intrigued. What could she have possibly done to get herself fired? Then, belatedly, he felt a jolt of panic, thinking of you. Telling himself he was stupid; he took a calming breath.

“Yoongi also broke up with me.”

Irritation prickled his throat, and he couldn’t help himself. “I’m sorry to hear all that, but in the politest way possible, how is that any of my business?”

His words seemed to do something to her, her expression twisting for a moment before she got a hold of it. “They got me fired for knowing their secret.”

“What secret’s this?” Seokjin played dumb.

She stared at him, uncertainty flittering through her eyes. “That Yoongi is probably the father of her baby.”

He did not like the way she referred to you as ‘her.’ He willed himself to stay calm. “Probably is or is?”

He felt like the worst person in the world for questioning the baby’s paternity. It had been a moment of weakness. The shock of the afternoon taking its toll on him. He might not have known you for very long, but he knew that you were a good person and that he trusted you. He was mad at himself for ever letting this woman in front of him cast doubt in his mind.

“I know that I’m the father,” he said with feeling.

“How can you be so sure?” Sera shot, and once again her façade crumbled.

A creeping thought entered his brain. Did she really believe there was a chance Yoongi could be the father, or did she have another motive? He thought of how horrified you’d been when you’d learned he’d taken Sera home. How upset you’d been when he told you what she had said to him… He viewed Sera with fresh concern. Had she spun a web of lies that day? Had he fallen for them like a fool?

“I just am.”

“You trust her?”

“____,” he corrected icily. “Yes, I do. Indisputably.”

If only he’d remembered that when it had mattered the most.

She scoffed, her tone mocking. “Then you’re as much of a fool as him.”

Ignoring her remark, he asked instead: “Why are you so jealous of ____?” He enjoyed the look of surprise on her face. “I mean, I don’t know anything about you, yet it’s glaringly obvious.”

She was trying to control her temper and doing a terrible job at it. It was almost amusing. “I’m merely looking out for you.”

“Thanks for the concern, but it’s unnecessary.” Seokjin picked up his schedule again, dismissing her. “If that’s all, I have work to do.”

There was a brief moment of silence before Sera’s hateful voice filled the room.

“Do you really want some other man raising your child?”

He looked up, eyebrows raised. “Oh, so I am the father? You agree?”

Fury flashed across her face, but her voice sounded impatient as she began to rant. “He’s probably already confessed his feelings to her. I’ve known all along how he felt. No wonder I’ve been driven to such extremes.”

Watching her, Seokjin started to feel unsettled. There was something unbalanced about her behaviour, her pretence having fallen away completely. She looked and sounded nasty, her face screwed up, and he eyed the speed-dial button on his handset that would alert security. He was no professional, but something wasn’t quite right. She was obviously envious of you, but that wasn’t the only reason for her extreme attitude. He could tell she was used to getting her own way, manipulating people into giving her what she wanted, and she was angry that things had backfired on her so severely. She was angry that he didn’t believe her. She seemed at this moment in time unpredictable. Is this what you’d had to deal with all this time? He felt a wave of guilt.

As if to prove his thoughts, she stepped up close to his desk, leaning forward to place her hands on the surface. The look on her face changed, she gazed at him through heavy lashes. ��We can get back at them.” Her voice was now breathy, as if she was trying to seduce him. For the first time since she’d entered, Seokjin noticed her blouse was extremely lowcut, the bra she was wearing pushing her breasts together. “I’ll make it worth your while, Seokjin…”

Repulsed, his gut twisted. “Get out.”

It was ironic he was using the same two words you had said to him last week. Sera’s mouth hung open, as if she couldn’t believe he’d rejected her.

“Get out on your own accord, or I’ll call security up here,” he warned, wetting his mouth. Her behaviour had left him feeling cold and a little shaken up if he was being honest. To his relief, after a couple of seconds, she stepped away – practically scowling.

“Suit yourself,” she snarled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Overcome with anger, Seokjin regarded her with a long stare. When he spoke, his voice wavered, trying hard to control himself. “And this is my warning. Don’t come anywhere near ____ and my baby ever again. Do I make myself clear? I swear if I find out you have, I won’t hesitate to contact my lawyers.”

Sera’s face was tense, but he could see a flicker of uneasiness in her eyes.

“You wouldn’t want that, would you?” he said, forcing his voice to sound light again. “A restraining order might not be much help while searching for a new job, I imagine.”

She shot him a glare, but his threats seemed to work, because no sooner had he blinked, she was storming out the door.

Work wasn’t as bad as you’d been imagining.

Namjoon had already called you to let you know how firing Sera had gone, but your relief at not seeing her at the reception desk was nearly overwhelming. She was finally gone, and hopefully you’d never have to hear or see from her again. Over the past couple of days you’d wondered about talking with her one last time, just to try and understand her, but as Yuna told you, it would only be pointless. It would never solve anything because her attitude was completely irrational. It was best just to forget about her and move on. It was easier said than done right now, seeing as things with Seokjin were still up in the air, but hopefully in time you’d be able to discard her from your memory entirely.

Namjoon had very obviously warned your co-workers not to mention anything about the fight and your pregnancy, because despite them heeding his orders, they couldn’t control the tentative glances they threw your way throughout the day. You didn’t mind, in fact, it was almost comical. You were not embarrassed about how you had acted on Thursday. Yes, you would have done things differently in hindsight, but you were no longer bothered about having caused a scene. For as long as you could remember you had controlled every emotion you felt, no matter how small, to a concerning degree, and to be perfectly honest, you no longer wished to do so. If it took almost fighting someone in the middle of the office to realise that, then so be it. However, you did realise that if you worked anywhere else, that kind of behaviour wouldn’t have gone ignored. You were friends with the boss, and that had its benefits. If that hadn’t been the case, you would have been fired along with Sera immediately.

Yoongi seemed to be struggling with everything more than you, noticeably quiet and withdrawn, but just as they did for you, your colleagues brought nothing up and tried to act as normally as possible. You spoke a few times throughout the day, but you left him alone for the most part. Unlike you, who had been aware of Sera’s behaviour for months, it was all new for him, and he obviously needed time to process everything. It was hard not to have hateful feelings towards Sera when you realised how much damage she’d caused, but you knew that wasn’t healthy. By having such negative feelings she would still be controlling a part of your life. Learning true indifference was what you needed to do, and hopefully with time it would happen.

The flowers Seokjin had gifted you still sat on your desk and had lasted very well considering they were nearly 6 days old. Around mid-morning, after your nausea had passed, you changed the water they were in and threw out the dead flowers. When you placed them back in their spot they looked as good as new. Feeling despondent, you pulled out the card they’d come with, hidden deep in your drawer. You silently read the three words repeatedly. You’re doing amazing. They seemed ironic, because the day you’d received them you had been doing anything but. It felt like an age ago now, and still you hadn’t spoken a word to Seokjin since. You needed to change that. Sooner rather than later.

To the surprise of no one, Namjoon lasted an hour trying to juggle the receptionist responsibilities with his own responsibilities. He was a busy man, so no one blamed him, and it was probably for the best anyway because God knows what would have happened. Soobin came to his rescue, agreeing to help out until Namjoon found someone else to employ. Speaking of Soobin, the poor guy quietly approached you in the breakroom at lunch. You were stretching for a mug to have your ginger tea, right on the top shelf, when you felt a presence behind you.

“Let me get that for you,” he offered, waiting for you to step back before he grabbed it.

You took it from him and said thanks, wondering if he’d done it because you’d been struggling or if it was because you were pregnant. Wordlessly, you started pouring in hot water, feeling a little awkward. In the end, you decided to go for it and say what you wanted. “Thanks for stopping me on Thursday.”

You didn’t turn to face him but sensed him stiffen in surprise regardless. With a small smile on your face, you recalled how he’d looked like a frightened puppy when you’d jerked around to see who your captor had been. You were genuinely grateful he’d grabbed hold of you. Trying to physically fight someone while you were pregnant had been so incredibly careless.

“It’s okay,” he finally said, sounding slightly nervous.

Taking your mug, you turned to leave and head back to your desk.

“By the way,” he added, making you stop by the door and turn your head. “I never liked Sera.”

Unable to help it, your mouth lifted into a grin, a breath of laughter following close by. “That’s good to know.”

You guessed there were people who could see straight through her…

After you got home, you took off your makeup and changed into comfy clothes, curling up on the couch. Work had helped distract you from the anniversary of your mom’s death, but alone now, and inside the house you lived in together for nearly twenty years, it was hard not to think about it. It was almost cruel when a few minutes later you received a text from your father – just as you’d predicted last week. Seeing his name pop up on your phone reminded you of when Seokjin had tried to look for your parents’ contact numbers after you’d ended up at the hospital. It was silly really, because you called him dad when you were with him. Calling him by his name had been a thing you used to do as a kid to hurt him, but certain things stuck you guessed. Not having him down as Dad in your phonebook was a silent act of defiance. Not that he would probably care.

Returning his text with a short response, your belly rumbled. You needed to make dinner, but you felt too tired. Glob was really kicking your ass lately, but like your OB had said: it was a good sign. Throwing up was something you needed to be thankful for apparently, as was having tender as heck tits. If you were this exhausted and done over now, God knows what you’d be like in a few months when you would be heaving around a bowling ball in your uterus…

With great effort, you got up eventually and started searching through your cupboards for something quick and easy to make. You found a packet of ramen right at the back and checked the sell by date. Next month. Perfect. But before you had time to get everything ready, your bladder decided it needed emptying. That was another thing that was becoming more frequent. Peeing.

When you came back from the bathroom, you automatically checked your phone. Your heart practically jumped out of your mouth when you saw a certain notification.

6.33pm [1 missed call] Seokjin

Your first instinct was to call him back, but you stopped yourself. Hearing his voice just wouldn’t do. You needed to see him. You had no idea what he wanted to say, but you did. You needed to apologise to him. Scared of what would happen just wouldn’t cut it anymore. If he wanted nothing to do with you, you could handle it, but he needed to be a part of his baby’s life.

Like something possessed, you called a taxi, forgetting about your ramen still on the counter half opened. You had Seokjin’s address in your Notes app, although there had never been any need to use it. Until now. Shoving on your sneakers and an oversized cardigan, you waited impatiently for your ride to turn up. When it did, you rushed out, just about remembering your purse and phone. You were jittery the entire twenty-minute journey, even more so when the taxi pulled up outside the most deluxe apartment complex you’d ever set eyes on. What did you expect?

Yuna would piss her pants if she was here, was your first thought, but you composed yourself, paid the fare and walked towards the entrance. Your nerves kicked in harder as you viewed the building. Maybe you should have just called him back. Turning up at his home was invasive, not to mention stupid. What if he’d been calling to tell you he never wanted to see or talk to you again?

Telling yourself to stop catastrophising, you eyed the intercom. It looked as though Seokjin’s apartment was on the top floor – it was a penthouse. You quickly rang up before you could talk yourself out of it, hearing your heart beating in your throat and ears as you waited for him to pick up. When you finally heard him say hello, you had to take a breath.

“Hey, it’s me,” you said lamely. “Can I come up?”

There was a beat of silence.

“____?” He was shocked. “I… Of course.”

You heard the click of the door opening in front of you, forgetting to say thanks as you stepped inside. There was an attendant sitting at a desk in the lobby, a man possibly in his early forties. He didn’t pay you much attention, but then again, you weren’t exactly suspicious seeing as you’d been let into the building by a resident. You smiled at him as you walked towards the elevator, and stepped inside, hitting the button for the top floor.

To your surprise, Seokjin was waiting for you as the doors opened. You were so relieved to see him you rushed towards him. He took a step forward, his expression filled with concern. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything’s fine,” you tried to reassure, feeling guilty that you were worrying him.

“Why are you crying then?” he asked softly, and that’s when you realised you had in fact teared up. A couple of tears rolled down your face and you went to wipe them away, but Seokjin caught your hands and did it for you. His brow was furrowed.

“I was just scared I—” you broke off, feeling self-conscious, but one look into Seokjin’s eyes had you finishing what you wanted to say. “…ruined everything.”

He frowned deeper. “No, that was me.”

Before you could say anything in response, he was wrapping his arms around you. You hugged him back just as tight, taking in his warmth and the smell of what you guessed was his shower gel. You relaxed instantly, realising he didn’t hate you.

“Come on,” he breathed, pulling back to wrap his arm around your shoulders so he could guide you inside. He shut the door behind him and let you go. “I was about to have dinner. Have you eaten?”

You shook your head, sniffing as you stepped out of your sneakers, finally remembering the ramen in your kitchen. You followed him deeper inside his home, your eyes unable to stop taking everything in. It was pretty much open planned downstairs, décor simple yet stylish. The floors were wooden, apart from the living area which was carpeted and on a lower level than the rest of the ground floor. You had to descend two steps to reach the sofas. The wall facing out was all windows, sheer curtains giving privacy.

“It’s just leftovers,” Seokjin said, recapturing your attention. “My Grandma always sends some over on a Sunday. It’s good, but well,” he paused to chuckle sheepishly, “I’m only heating it up.”

“That’s fine,” you smiled, your belly growling already in anticipation.

“She’s a great cook,” he added, then led you to a black leather sofa. “Sit down. I’ll bring you some water.”

You did as he said, sort of awkwardly perched on the end because you didn’t want to disrupt the collection of cushions. The kitchen was behind you, and you could hear Seokjin fiddling around with Tupperware containers and the microwave. You looked to your left, noticing a curved staircase that led to the upper level of the apartment, which seemed to cover about half the length. This place was stunning, and very Seokjin. It also screamed bachelor’s pad.

When he came back with a glass of water, you noticed he was dressed about as casual as you’d ever seen him. Black sweatpants and a white baggy t-shirt. The neck lowered slightly as he bent to hand you the drink and you saw a glimpse of his chest. You looked up at his face then, late to notice that his hair was shorter.

“You cut your hair,” you pointed out.

“Yeah, this afternoon.” He fiddled with the front. It was still a little damp from the shower, flat to his forehead, and it made him look younger. His cheeks fuller. He hesitated when he saw you were still looking. “Does it look bad?”

“No,” you smiled. “It’s nice. I just really liked your longer hair.”

“You did?” He sounded surprised. The microwave pinged and he made his way back to the kitchen again.

In no time at all, the glass coffee table in front of you was filled with various dishes. You were so hungry by now your stomach clenched, so when Seokjin sat cross legged on the floor opposite you and motioned for you to do the same, you wasted no time. You pressed your back against the sofa, only starting to eat when he did. You did so in silence. It would have been awkward if you weren’t so distracted by the delicious food. Seokjin’s grandma was a talented cook. You looked over and opened your mouth to tell him but stopped yourself. You had come here to apologise, but you hadn’t so much as uttered the word yet. Instead, you were eating his food. Letting him take care of you once again. Even after you had thrown it back in his face a few days ago. The longer the silence stretched on, the more difficult it got to speak. You weren’t above saying sorry to anyone, especially when you were wholly in the wrong, but this was the first time in a very long time where you’d treated someone harshly. Undeservedly. You were ashamed of yourself.

After you were both finished, Seokjin stood up, and you assumed he was clearing away the table, but before you could stand and offer to help, he was sitting next to you. You turned to look at him and he smiled softly. “Have you been all right?”

You nodded; throat dry. You couldn’t bear him being so nice to you.

“And baby?”

“They’re fine too.” You trailed your fingers down your stomach absentmindedly. “I—”

“I’m so sorry for how I acted that night.”

You stared at him. Confused, then horrified. You found your voice finally. “Seokjin, you don’t need to apologise.”

“I do—”

“No, you really don’t.” A frustrated laugh escaped your mouth. “I was terrible to you. I’m the sorry one.”

He studied your face and you saw something melt in his tense expression. It urged you on. “I wanted to tell you sooner, but you didn’t pick up last week and I thought I’d messed everything up. I was too scared to try again, but I missed your call earlier and I just—I just couldn’t…” Struggling, you had too much to say.

He leaned back against the sofa and sighed. His knees were bent and he had one arm wrapped around them. His other arm brushed against yours. It gave you comfort being so close. “I didn’t answer your call because I was scared too,” he admitted. “I thought…I don’t know what I thought exactly. I was hurt but I was also worried I wouldn’t like what I heard.”

The fact you’d worried him all this time made you feel awful. You stared ahead, your gaze on your glass of water. You didn’t know what to say.

“I am sorry though,” he murmured after a few moments. “I didn’t realise my behaviour was getting too much. If I was overbearing in any way, I—”

“Please don’t,” you said weakly, closing your eyes. The fact he’d absorbed your horrible words and believed them was devastating. Opening your eyes, you turned to look at him. “I didn’t mean what I said. You are not overbearing, and I don’t deserve how kind you are to me. Not after how I acted. I was lashing out at the wrong person.”

Seokjin was silent for what felt like an eternity before he replied. “Even so, I want you to know I’m not trying to woo you with money. If I made it seem like that, it was unintentional. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Seokjin, I don’t know why I said that,” you sighed regrettably, your heart feeling heavy. Talking about his money made you feel awkward, but it needed to be done. “I’m not going to pretend the amount of money you have doesn’t play on my mind. I think too much, I can’t help it. When people find out about our situation they’re going to come to their own conclusions. It’s just human nature. I don’t want to look like a gold digger.”

To your surprise, you heard him snicker. “You are the complete opposite of a gold digger.”

You managed a smile, but then it fell away. “It’s not just that… I want to provide for our baby too, but you have the ability to give them anything they want.”

“We already agreed to half the cost of everything, didn’t we?” His voice was low and gentle. You nodded. “So why are you worrying about that?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted. It seemed silly and you worried you sounded envious of Seokjin’s wealth. That wasn’t the case.

Mid-thought, you felt a warmth spread up your arm. Seokjin had taken your hand in his. “Listen. I’m always going to respect your wishes. I promise I’m not going to start spending money on God knows what for the baby without consulting you first and getting your permission,” he added as a joke, and he smiled when he got a tiny laugh out of you. He squeezed your fingers, yours grazing the plush carpet. “We’re a team. Isn’t that what co-parenting is supposed to be?”

“Yes,” you replied croakily.

“But, when it comes to you,” he added hesitantly. “…I get to buy you gifts if I want.”

You looked at him unsurely. Where was he going with this?

“I can treat you to dinner. Buy you silly things that are supposed to help with pregnancy symptoms. Flowers to cheer you up and to show how much I admire you—Though,” he paused, eyeing you regretfully. “Sending them to your office was an error in judgment. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“I never even thanked you for them,” you said softly. Deep down, you always knew he had good intentions when he’d sent them, but hearing it from his own mouth changed something.

He smiled, stretching his legs underneath the coffee table. “So, if you start getting uncontrollable cravings, I will fund them,” he finished matter-of-factly.

You had to admire the conviction in his voice. “When people spend their money on me, I feel awkward. It’s just the way I am.”

“I get that. I promise I won’t buy anything expensive.”

“Define expensive for you,” you shot teasingly.

He laughed but didn’t reply.

You nudged his shoulder, wanting him to know something. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me—I mean the baby, so far.”

“It’s also for you.” He was staring at you so intently you had to look away. “Why does that make you uncomfortable?” he probed.

You shrugged, still not meeting his eye. “I like to do things by myself.”

He chuckled. “I realised.” Then, he said something that made your insides feel funny. “I care about both you and Glob, you know?”

He was still holding his hand over yours. His touch gave you a certain amount of confidence. If you wanted to change your stubborn behaviour, you needed to open up. You needed to let people in. Seokjin in.

“I’ve been worried that I…might be growing too attached to you.”

Your voice was quiet, but he heard you. You felt his gaze on your profile and slowly turned to look at him. The look on his face was undecipherable, but it made you feel odd – wobbly. Your conversation with Yuna flittered to the forefront of your mind.

“In what way?” he asked slowly.

“Just in general,” you replied vaguely.

“Is it a bad thing?”

You shook your head, picking at a loose thread on your leggings.

“Good. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

You peered at him unconvinced. “Even after everything I said?”

“You were upset.”

“It’s no excuse.” You paused, hesitating once more. “I should have told you about Sera as soon as I knew she had the photo.”

“Will you tell me now?”

He knew there was more to the story, and because Sera had involved him, hurt him, you needed to tell him the entire thing. It sounded almost unbelievable as you explained everything. Her behaviour, her actions, her lies. But it had happened. It was real. Seokjin listened on in silent disbelief, his expression grim once you’d finished.

“I should never have listened to her,” he said remorsefully. Then, he eyed you warily. “I wasn’t going to tell you this because I didn’t want to cause you anymore stress, but it would be wrong of me…” He swallowed. “She came to my office today.”

The colour drained from your face and your stomach churned. “What?”

You’d thought you were free of her finally, and now to find out she’d been to Seokjin’s place of work? You sat up straight, your chest suddenly tight with panic.

“Don’t worry,” he rushed to reassure you. “I told her to get out. I warned her to leave you alone. Threatened her with a restraining order.”

Your eyes widened, relaxing a touch. “She listened?”

Seokjin’s eyes darkened. “She better. I wasn’t joking around.”

“What did she want?” Your brain was suddenly going into overdrive. You watched as his face flushed, and he averted his gaze.

“I think… I think she was trying to proposition me.”

Your heart stilled, and then anger gripped you. She was shameless.

“She was trying to rile me. She said—She wanted to know how I felt about another man raising my baby. My baby.” He scoffed. “She couldn’t stick to one story, the liar.”

Your rage bubbled, but you managed to get a hold of it. You’d promised yourself she wouldn’t get a rise out of you again. Her words hadn’t worked, had they? You were with Seokjin right now. You consoled yourself with that fact.

“Seokjin, no one is going to raise this baby except us.” You needed to make that clear. “Sera is—she kept—” Frustrated, you stumbled over your words. “I don’t understand why she’s done all this.”

Even now, she was still meddling. To be jealous was one thing, but why was she so hellbent on ruining your life? It was as if she couldn’t leave you alone. If was as if she was obsessed with you, but that seemed ludicrous. Yes, you had liked Yoongi, and yes, Yoongi had liked you too, but nothing had ever come of it. Yoongi had been with her. She was the one who had ruined things.

“It’s just the way she is,” Seokjin murmured. “Her behaviour is worrying, but it’s not your problem. Don’t think about her anymore. You don’t need to. She’s gone. I promise.”

Warmth spread through your chest, and you truly felt reassured by his words. You felt safe and protected. As if to really drive the feeling in, he wrapped his arm around you. It felt nice, so you let it happen without thinking too hard. After a couple of minutes, you spoke.

“Nothing ever went on with Yoongi – or will go on. I liked him in the past, but it never meant anything. Not really.”

It might not mean much to Seokjin, but you wanted him to know regardless. Sera had told him she thought Yoongi was the father of his baby after all. He didn’t believe her, but you still wanted him to know you and Yoongi had never been more than just friends.

Seokjin stiffened. “Was it true about him liking you too?”

You paused. “Yes. I didn’t know at the time. I found out yesterday. That’s why she probably thought what she did was—”

“It’s no excuse.”

You hummed in agreement. “It never mattered. Being pregnant made me see how insignificant the crush was.”

Seokjin slowly pulled his arm away. You didn’t want him to. “How do you know that for certain?”

You frowned. What did he mean?

“I won’t stand in your way if you want to explore things with him. What I said to you last week was thoughtless and selfish. I was just…” He struggled for a word before finding it. “Jealous.”

“I get it.”

“You do?” He was surprised, watching you intently.

Nodding, you said: “When I imagine what the future might hold, it makes me feel strange. Our lives…they’re always going to be connected because of our child, but what happens when you meet someone?”

Seokjin’s mouth lifted at one side, amused. “I have no intention of meeting anyone anytime soon.”

You didn’t want to admit how relieved hearing that made you feel.

“And I have no intention of pursuing things with Yoongi,” you told him. You watched him for a reaction, but his expression remained still. When you spoke again, you were hardly thinking. “I’m okay with it just being us.”

That had him reacting, his eyebrows shooting up, his lips parting.

You rushed to make things right. “For now. I mean, I couldn’t think of anyone better to have a baby with—No. Truly,” you insisted, noticing he was about to shake his head in disagreement. “I don’t really want to share this experience with anybody else.” You took a shaky breath. This was scary. You weren’t used to talking so candidly to someone that wasn’t Yuna. It didn’t help that it felt like you weren’t making sense. You scoffed, embarrassed. “I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

Seokjin held your gaze. “Take your time. I’m listening.”

You nodded, your voice trembling a little. “Can it just—For the time being. Could it just be us three?”

To your relief, Seokjin’s mouth stretched into a grin. A breath taking one at that. It reminded you of how handsome he was – not that you really needed the reminder. “That doesn’t seem like such a terrible idea,” he agreed.

“Are you sure?” You sounded out of breath.

He laughed. “I already said I have no intentions of dating.”

When you joined in, he wrapped his arm around you again and you rested your head on his shoulder. You hadn’t planned on saying any of that, but you were over the moon he agreed with you. You wanted this pregnancy to be just for you and him. Was that selfish? You didn’t think so. Neither did he.

Closing your eyes, you smiled and asked him: “Tell me again what you said to Sera?”

“I told her, I’d get lawyers involved if she didn’t leave you and Glob alone, and that a restraining order wouldn’t help with her job hunt.”

You smiled harder, trying to picture it. “That’s very attractive of you.”

“Yeah?” You could tell he was smiling too. “It’s the most badass thing I’ve ever said.”

You laughed at him, and then said: “On Thursday I did something badass too.”

“What’s that?”

You faltered. “Well, it would have been badass if I wasn’t pregnant… I tried fighting Sera.”

“What?”

The shock in his voice was almost comical. You felt him looking down at you, so you tilted your head back to meet his round eyes. “I didn’t get very far – fortunately.”

“What happened?” He moved his arm to the seat of the sofa, getting a better look at you.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, feeling ashamed all over again. “I just lost it, wasn’t thinking straight. The temp and Namjoon had to hold me back.”

Seokjin looked half-amazed, half-horrified. “Well, I’m glad neither you nor Glob got hurt, but…” He shrugged. “She definitely deserved it.”

“That’s what Joon said,” you snorted. Then you realised something. “I think you and him would get along well. You’ll have to meet him soon.”

“I’d like that,” he agreed happily. “You should meet Hobi and Jungkook too.”

At his friends’ names, you grew mildly worried. “Did you tell them what happened?”

“Not everything,” he answered cryptically, and then noticed the look on your face. “Don’t worry,” he smiled, reaching up to tap underneath your chin with his thumb. The easiness of such an action didn’t make you question it. “10/10 they’ll like you better than me.”

You chuckled, not only because you found Seokjin funny, but because the idea of getting to know the people in is life made you feel good. You lifted a hand to your stomach and rubbed, letting out a satisfying groan. “I’m stuffed. Glob ate well tonight.” When you noticed Seokjin’s gaze drop to your hand, you smiled. “Do you want to feel? I mean, my stomach is pretty much the same right now, but still.”

You had noticed him staring almost longingly at your stomach a few times over the weeks. You got to feel close to your baby any time you wanted, but for him it was different.

“Can I?” he asked, his eyes hopeful.

You nodded. “I heard it’s good for bonding.”

Slowly, Seokjin brought his hand closer, and you dropped yours so he could take its place. The warmth of his palm instantly spread through the rest of your body, despite your t-shirt acting as barrier. You met one another’s eyes and smiled simultaneously. Something tugged inside your chest.

“I can’t wait to meet him or her,” he whispered.

“Me neither.”

Placing his arm over your shoulders again, you nestled in closer, liking it greatly when he started to rub soothing circles over your belly. For the first time in a week, you felt at ease. Actually, for the first time in forever you felt fully at ease. All the residual tension you’d been harbouring drifted away. You let your eyes shut, truly basking in the feeling of Seokjin so close. Touching you. It was just you, him, and your baby.

“Can I tell you something?” you spoke into the silence.

“Of course.”

“Today is the anniversary of my mom’s death.”

The words came surprisingly easy.

Seokjin’s hand stilled. “What?”

He was looking down at you again, but you didn’t look his way just yet. “It happened five years ago. A heart attack. It didn’t take her straight away. She was in a coma at the hospital for a few days but there was nothing they could do.”

A few moments past as Seokjin absorbed your words. “That’s why you don’t like hospitals?”

You tilted your head back and nodded, smiling self-consciously. He was so perceptive. “It’s silly really.”

“It’s not.” His forehead was crumpled. “I’m sorry that happened to you.”

It was funny, the way he was looking at you and the words he said didn’t feel at all condescending like they usually did coming from others. He held you close again, his slender fingers stroking your stomach.

“She would have liked you,” you smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Though, I think all moms would like you…” you added. He was every mother’s dream son-in-law. Had to be.

He chuckled, and then you felt his lips on the crown of your head. Instantly, every nerve in your body felt completely awake. You pulled back, staring straight into his warm brown eyes. He looked worried for a moment, but whatever expression was on your face seemed to placate him. He was getting closer, or maybe you were. Not that it mattered when a moment later his mouth was on yours.

The kiss was short and sweet, the soft press of his lips barely there before it was over.

“Sorry,” he apologised, pulling back.

You instinctively cupped his jaw, your shaky breath mingling with his. “No. Don’t be sorry.”

You thought of your conversation with Yuna again. Was she right? Could you have feelings for Seokjin? You’d never let yourself think about it because this entire situation was so out of the ordinary. Having feelings for one another seemed too good to be true. It seemed impossible – and just as scary! But you couldn’t deny how good it felt to be held by him. To be kissed by him. Why were you holding yourself back? Why were you always holding yourself back? It was getting exhausting.

You didn’t want to overthink anymore. You just wanted to live in the moment. To feel.

This time you leaned in to kiss him, lingering so he knew you didn’t want to stop, the tips of your fingers brushing the hair above his ear. He kissed back, the hand on your stomach trailing up your arm, gripping just below your shoulder as your mouths parted, working together slowly but eagerly. Painfully good. You hummed a little, enjoying yourself, wanting to encourage him, but all too quickly, he was breaking away. One press of his lips, then another, and another, each one getting shorter in length before they stopped altogether.

“That was nice,” he smiled into the side of your mouth, then he kissed your cheek and pulled back.

His voice was barely there, and it made you shiver. You had practically melted. “Seokjin.” you breathed. “This…Us…” You trailed off shakily, unsure what you wanted to say.

He cupped your face with both his hands, lightly rubbing his nose over yours. “Should we just not think about it too hard?”

You liked the sound of that.

“It doesn’t have to be complicated.”

That too.

“We don’t have to worry about what’s considered normal…” His hot breath wafted over your chin, and he kissed your mouth again. “If something just feels right…and…good….” He rubbed his nose against the skin of your cheek as he spoke. “Then let’s just let it…” To punctuate, he placed a kiss where you jaw met your ear, then he pulled back and watched you hopefully.

You felt all tingly inside. From the tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes.

“Sound like a good plan?” he prompted gently, smiling.

You returned the action effortlessly, your face feeling flushed.

“Yeah, it does.”

Seokjin pressed another kiss to your mouth, his lips curved into a smile, before he placed his thumb to the centre of your chin and tugged down gently. With your mouth parted, he couldn’t help but run his tongue along your bottom lip, seeking permission to taste you. To his absolute delight, the tip of your own met his immediately, and he hummed approvingly, unable to stop himself.

Tonight’s kisses were nothing like the ones you’d shared all those weeks ago at the hotel. That night he’d been desperate, voracious, barely able to keep a hold of himself. Yet, somehow, tonight’s actions, no matter how gentle, seemed to melt his entire mind. He was slow, careful, but his desperation leaked through. Consumed by the vague familiarity of the feel of your lips, the taste of your tongue, how wet and warm your mouth was. It frustrated him and excited him at the same time. You should have been doing this from the very beginning…

With each swirl of your tongues, he felt his urgency grow, but when you wrapped your arms around his neck and gripped him to you, he knew he had to stop. He didn’t want to push his luck, but by the way his cock was starting to strain in his briefs, it hadn’t gotten the memo. He took a breath, steadying himself, creating some distance between the both of you so he could clear his head. A kiss was more than he could’ve hoped for – dreamed of. He hadn’t meant for any of that to happen, but you’d wanted him to kiss him. You’d kissed him too! His body was practically thrumming with joy, and he felt almost giddy, unsure what to do with himself. However, one thing was certain. If he wanted to make this work – and he did, badly – he couldn’t rush things. He couldn’t rush you. You were finally letting him in, and he was both touched and elated. This new development was simply a plus. One he needed to think rationally about. Your baby’s future depended on it. One wrong move and he would let you both down. He couldn’t even bear the thought.

“It’s getting late,” he murmured, stroking your face. Your skin was warm and soft.

“It is,” you agreed, your voice seductively breathy.

He ignored how hot it made him and carried on. “I should take you home.”

Or to his bed, his cock piped up.

But his seedy thoughts were soon forgotten when you nodded at him, face lighting up as you smiled. It was all for him and it took his breath away. You were beautiful.

Hope bloomed inside his chest.

He felt like the luckiest man in the entire world, and he wasn’t going to fuck it up.

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