#so all the guys are older and are hella fit just saying
Text
𝐅𝐚𝐫 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞
pairing: dbf!ellaria sand x plus size!f!reader x oberyn martell, ellaria sand x oberyn martell
genre: smut, modern au, hurt/comfort, minors dni
word count: 7.2k
summary: Wanting to get away from it all for a while, your dad suggests that you go and stay with his friend in the city; Ellaria Sand. It's been a hot while since you last saw her and you must admit, you have a bit of a crush on the older woman. What you don't expect, however, is to find an equally charming stranger staying with her as well.
warnings: threesome, age gap (reader being in her late twenties), weed use, dirty talking, body insecurities (weight related), piv, oral sex (male and female), praise kink, light bdsm dynamics, subdrop, aftercare, squirting (but like very non explicit squirting as ironic as that sounds dfvdv), use of petnames (little one, pet, good girl), no use of y/n, both ellaria and oberyn are mentioned to be polyamourus, edging
a/n: this is hella indulgent and an idea I've had since September but never actually gotten around writing it. However, while I was taking a nap the idea suddenly consumed me and I had to pause everything else to sit down and write it. Enjoy the filth, there's so much going on ❤️🔥
**dividers by @firefly-graphics 💜
You’re anxious as you wait for the door to open in front of you. It’s been a rough couple of months—years, actually. You feel suffocated by the world around you and yourself. Every day is another battle. You hate to admit it but you’re just so tired of fighting. There’s a constant weight on your chest that doesn’t seem to go away no matter what you do. Which led you to the doorsteps of your dad’s friend, Ellaria Sand.
The idea had came from your dad. Noticing your troubles fitting in, he recommended you go and visit her. You were more than eager to oblige. You loved her company, she had an aura about her that just made you feel welcome. Talking to her came easy since she did most of it, and when you had something to say, she would actually listen.
While you’re thinking about all of this, you’re trying very hard to ignore the fact that you might have a teeny-tiny crush on the older woman. However you’re ready to make the argument that it’s not your fault, she was just too charming—who wouldn’t have a crush on her?
Ellaria’s excitement mimics your own as she opens the door. With a wide smile, she wraps her arms around you and drags you inside.
“How was the trip?” she asks excitedly. “I hope it wasn’t too much trouble.”
“Of course not, I like traveling,” you answer. “Thank you for having me by the way. How are you?”
“Oh, pretty much the same. Nothing new.” she helps you with your luggage and you follow her to the spare bedroom. “Also I forgot to mention on the phone but a friend of mine will be visiting and staying with us as well. Is that okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be,” you say with a leveled voice. “Does the mystery guest have a name?”
As you step into the room, she turns to you, still smiling.
“His name is Oberyn.”
For your first night, you weren’t expecting to get high on the couch with Ellaria, yet here you are, your chest full of cannabis as your head rests over her lap.
“So who is this guy?” you ask as she places the joint between your lips. You feel the warmth of her fingers. “A boyfriend or something?”
“Or something.”
You draw your brows together, confused, “What does that mean?”
“It means my sweet flower,” she answers slowly, dragging her knuckles up your heated cheek. “We’re together but we both agree that the pleasure of the world is too many to limit ourselves to one person.”
“You’re in an open relationship?” you take a deep drag from the joint, your lungs expanding with smoke.
“We’re both polyamorous.”
“Wow, lucky,” you say with an envious tone. She quirks an eyebrow yet her smile continues on to be a humorful one. You stammer with your words. “I-I mean, it’s lucky that you found each other. Must be nice having the same ideals as someone.”
She nods, placing the blunt back between her lips, “It is.”
“Is he nice to you?”
You’re not quite sure what prompts you to as that. First of all, it feels way too personal of a question to be asking your father’s friend. Even though Ellaria has spoken about her sexual relationships before, it still feels like your might be crossing an invisible line. A fog settles over your mind, loosening your tongue. You’re fascinated by functioning relationships. You’re fascinated by the idea of two people actually being understanding and caring towards each other—as ridiculous as that may sound. You haven’t had the best experiences when it came to partners, most of them going into it with hopes of changing who you are, so anytime you see two people actually liking each other’s company you can’t help but want to pull out a camera and record everything.
Ellaria blows smoke toward your face, the warmth of it ghosting over your skin like a summer breeze.
“He is. I wouldn’t really be with him if he wasn’t.” she pinches your cheek. “You have a weird look on your face.”
“Oh,” you answer dumbly. “Sorry.”
“I’m just worried. Your father didn’t really say anything other than you really needed a break.”
“I guess I’m just a bit lonely.”
“Well,” she says and reaches towards the ashtray to snuff out the blunt. “If that’s the case you came to the right place. You can stay as long as you want to.” before you can say anything, she starts rolling another one and a loud knock echoes across the dimly lit apartment.
“Ah, that must be Oberyn.”
Begrudgingly, you remove yourself away from her lap and watch Ellaria make her way toward the door. She’s wearing an orange dress, the color warming her skin. You can’t help the way your gaze drops to her behind, the soft fabric hugging her curves delicately.
With a noise, you hurriedly snap your eyes away. It’s not the time to be ogling her like a piece of meat.
No matter how good she looks.
You weakly attempt to collect yourself when Ellaria returns with a tall man in tow. As you get up, you stagger a bit but manage to immediately keep yourself upright by holding on to Oberyn’s outstretched hand. His smile is kind, and the kindness reaches the depth of his eyes. Though you also see a hint of curiosity in them. His palm is searing against yours and his fingers are long and nice-looking, you spot a stylish golden ring on his thumb.
A bit scared, and a bit excited, you meet his gaze. He’s quite handsome. In fact, you believe you might be in the presence of the most attractive two people in the city. His facial hair is neatly trimmed, framing his jawline which in return gives it an even more sharper look.
While you two remain hand in hand, Ellaria makes the introductions. Oberyn’s thumb smooths down your inner writs. A shiver rolls down your spine. “It is very lovely to meet you,” he says earnestly.
“Likewise.”
Oberyn picks up the unlit joint Ellaria had left on the coffee table before she went to greet him. You see a faint sparkle in his eyes. “You two were smoking?” he asks, turning to Ellaria.
“To relax the nerves, my love,” she answers with a playful smile. “Help yourselves, I’ll be back in a minute.”
You feel as if someone poured cold water over your head, “Maybe I can help?” you take a step forward, intent on following her to wherever she was going—which you assume is the kitchen. But she stops you with the raise of her hand.
“Please, I’ll be right back. In the meanwhile you two get acquainted.”
A second later it’s just you and Oberyn alone in the living room. He seems unbothered and lights the joint as he takes a seat. There’s a certain air of expertise and elegance in whatever he does. He pats the cushion next to him, “Sit.”
You sigh softly, collapsing next to him. He flicks the lighter and leans towards the tiny flame, his eyes fixed on the empty threshold. He takes two quick exhales, the tip of the joint burning a bright orange. Smoke pours from the corners of his lips. You’re mesmerized by the sight of him. Shadows dance over his face, giving him a dark look.
“How do you two know each other?” he asks, snapping you away from your thoughts.
You blink, momentarily lost in his gaze, before extending your hand to take another drag from the joint. Your fingers feel slightly numb as you bring it to your lips. "She's a friend of my dad's," you explain, your voice barely above a whisper. "We've known each other for a while."
Oberyn nods, his fingers gently brushing the back of your neck, sending tingles down your spine. Your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
“What about you?” you ask, hating the way your voice trembled.
A soft smile plays on his lips. His thumbs continue their soothing caress on the back of your neck, tracing delicate patterns that send a shiver of pleasure through your body.
"She walked into my lecture one day," Oberyn begins, his voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "I was talking about the ancient civilizations of Essos, and there she was, her eyes filled with curiosity. After the lecture, she approached me with such confidence, asking questions that sparked my own curiosity. I learned that she was an artist and she was lacking inspiration. She thought a trip to the past would spark something in her." he says blissfully. “And spark it did.”
“You’re a professor?”
He hums, elevated by your intrigue, “Yes, but I do prefer excavating and traveling to new sites.” he explains, his voice tinged with a hint of longing. "It's much more freeing, rather than being trapped between four walls."
His words wash over you like a gentle caress, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of his warmth. The joint burns low between your fingers, forgotten for a moment. With a jolt of panic, you extend it back to him.
Oberyn's voice lowers even further, a velvet murmur that tickles your ear. "She's a remarkable woman, isn't she? So full of life and passion."
A soft sigh escapes your lips as you find yourself nodding, captivated by the combination of his words and the tender touch of his thumbs on your skin. "Yes, she is," you reply.
“You like her,” Oberyn says, a statement, rather than a question. You’re horrified by the implication of it. Your lips part and close, words failing to come out. His sudden burst of laughter makes you jump. “Do not look so worried, I’m not here to judge you. I appreciate anyone who sees her for the gorgeous woman that she is.”
His fingers find purchase under your chin, he lifts your gaze, dark eyes boring into yours. You forget how to breathe. With a soft smile, Oberyn brings the joint to his lips and takes a deep inhale, You can hear the sizzle of it, and feel the heat that radiates from the crimson tip. Your lips part by instinct, he leans closer.
Oberyn fills your lungs with delicious smoke. Your lips never touch, yet you swear you can feel them pressed together. He breathes life into you and when it’s all done, he licks himself deep into your mouth. Pressing deeper, Oberyn flattens his tongue against yours and nips your bottom lip. Sweat drips from your spine and gathers at your tailbone. His hands affectionately cradle your face, inhaling you one last time, he breaks the kiss.
You’re a panting mess, your lips tingling for more.
“Take off your clothes.”
Your eyes go wide, “I—Excuse me what?” slightly inching forward, you stare into his eyes. “Ellaria is right down the hall, wouldn’t it be. . . rude?”
That sparks an amused chuckle from him. “You’re adorable,” he muses. “I promise you that she wants this as much as I do.”
“She. . . does?”
“Ellaria adores you. She also enjoys sharing her favorite things with the one’s that she cares for,” his fingers curl around your throat and you swallow. Oberyn tilts your head to the side. “Now, let me see you.”
And this is the part where your insecurities make an ugly appearance. You avert your gaze, hugging yourself while Oberyn continues to stare. You want to do this. You absolutely do, if the slick gathering in your underwear is any indication, but it’s still hard for you to believe that he wants to.
You feel the bite of his nails and bring your gaze back to him. You’re not sure what does it, but you find yourself scrambling off of the couch. You don’t see not one ounce of a lie in those eyes—you only see lust and intrigue. Besides, you came here to loosen up, what better way is there to do that than making out with a handsome stranger?
When you’re left only in your bra and underwear, Oberny pulls you to his lap and you let out a soft gasp. He unclasps your bra and throws it over the small pile of clothes you had left behind, leaving you only in your, visibly soaked, panties.
“Oberyn. . .”
You jolt at the soft lilt of Ellaria’s voice. You stiffen over the older man’s lap, not knowing what to do. With a smile, he draws soothing circles over your thighs.
Ellaria takes a seat next to you two. You’re too flustered to look at her but despite not looking, you see the delicate curl of her lips.
“She’s too beautiful not to touch,” Oberyn drags his nose down your neck, and you smile giddily. Your heart beating a mile a minute. “Don’t you agree with me, Ellaria?”
Her tongue swiping over her bottom lip, she reaches out and holds your breast, weighing it with her palm. She brushes a thumb over your pebbled nipple, a soft whine parts your lips. “I do.”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Of course, love. Why would I not think you are beautiful?”
You grow silent. Ellaria’s fingers dances along your arm and heat settles in your core. Oberyn, with a curious gaze and a half smile, drags his thumbs down to the soft contours of your stomach rolls and gently pinches. You whine, sticking your bottom lip out, you look away from them both.
“I think I have an idea why she thinks like that,” he hums. Ellaria’s gaze drops to where Oberyn’s hands rest, meaning your stomach. Your cheeks burn. Her eyebrows raised, you feel the weight of her gaze locked onto your face, but still, you refuse to look at her. Or him. “She lives in a cruel world that makes her think she’s anything but desirable. But we see her for what she is.”
“And what’s that?” you mutter, embarrassed to be read so easily. He was right, you never thought of yourself as being desirable, even if you desperately wanted to. There were mornings you just woke up hating yourself, staring into the mirror and poking endlessly at your face and observing every imperfection. You’re tired of it. Tired of thinking of yourself as less. Which is one of the reasons why you came here. Why your dad wanted you to spend time with Ellaria, he knew the woman had ways of making you feel better.
Oberyn's firm yet gentle grasp on your chin draws your attention, anchoring your gaze and shifting your focus solely to him. His smile is wide and predatory, like a snake. You tremble as his hands slide from your stomach to your waist, their scorching touch and commanding presence stirring a primal reaction within you.
“You’re a gorgeous girl,” he answers with a melodic lilt from his sinful tongue. “The type of girl we want to ravish for as long as you’re staying here.”
“If you want to, of course,” Ellaria adds, playfully pinching your nipple. Your eyes flutter closed. The sudden mixture of pleasure and pain makes your skin tingle pleasantly. “Do you, little one?”
You nod. Everything that’s happening feels like a fever dream. The scent of cannabis is still heavy in the air, making you feel soft and slow like molasses. Ellaria’s fingers dance along your nape, nimble fingers sliding into the roots of your hair, she gently tugs. Meanwhile, Oberyn nips at the soft skin of your neck.
“Words, love.” Ellaria commands.
“Yes,” you breathe out, voice shaking. “I want to. . . if you guys want to.”
Oberyn whispers, “Good girl,” against your skin, and a wave of dizziness engulfs you. The two devour with the ways they touch and bite. Ellaria’s lips melt into your own as Oberyn cups both your breasts, kneading the soft mounds.
Kissing Ellaria had been a fantasy you frequently indulged in over the years and you’re pleasantly surprised to realize she tastes like cherries and roses. You have endless memories of slipping your hand between your legs as soon as you were in the privacy of your room. You always had a feeling that she knew. Her gaze too observant, too cunning not to see the thoughts lingering in your head.
Oberyn lowers his head and lifts your breasts to his mouth. He laves his tongue over your nipples hungrily. A wanton moan echoes in the back of your throat, your head falls as you part away from Ellaria. You hear her chuckle. “You taste sweet,” she comments, making you keen. “Despite the smoke Oberyn blew into your lungs.”
“You saw that?”
“You two weren’t exactly being discreet.”
You’re hot all over, embarrassment pouring over you like summer rain. Oberyn doesn’t seem to care, consumed with the taste of your flesh. Your underwear sticks to your folds and you squirm over his lap. The man groans when you brush his length, you feel him twitch through the soft fabric of his sweats. The blood rush is loud in your ears.
He feels. . . big.
“Shit,” you mumble, delving your fingers into his short locks. You tug him closer to your chest and sloppily grind on top of him. You feel the sharpness of his teeth and then—
He bites you.
With a sharp cry you jerk away, your gaze instantly finding Oberyn’s. The man is grinning from ear to ear. Your heart beats wildly against your ribcage. “What was that for?” you gasp, chest heaving.
“It was an affectionate bite,” he teases, then presses his lips over the tiny dents. “Did it hurt?”
“No . . .” you answer, sounding uncertain. “I was just surprised.”
Ellaria rolls her eyes and tugs Oberyn towards her. The man goes willingly, his wicked smile never fading as she crashes their lips together. You see the pink of Ellaria’s tongue slip between Oberyn’s lips. His hands drop, his thumbs digging into the crease between your thighs and hips. You watch wide-eyed at the way the two devour each other. They’re so earnest, so hungry. It makes you ache between your legs and a bit in your heart. While Ellaria licks herself deeper into his mouth, Oberyn guides the roll of your hips.
Suddenly struggling about where to put your hands, you place them on his chest. The fabric of his shirt bunches underneath your fingers. Your eyes roll at the delicious caress of his clothed cock. You want to feel more.
When they part, a string of saliva connects them still. Oberyn grins at her and tilts his head toward you. “She likes the show it seems,” he states.
With a soft smile, Ellaria turns to you. She cups your cheek and smooths her thumb over your heated skin. Your heart soars. She’s so tender, so soft with you. It makes you dizzy. You never thought someone like her would be interested. And you don’t only say this because of your physical insecurities, you just always felt like she would find you too inexperienced. Too young. You always had this unnecessary fear of sounding dumb when you talked with her.
“What are you thinking?” she whispers, coming closer. Her hot breath fans your skin as Oberyn flattens his tongue over your neck, dragging the wet muscle up until his nose is firmly pressed against your jaw.
“I’m thinking that this must be a dream,” you answer. “And I’m thinking how intoxicating you two are.”
Oberyn’s smile is wide as he pulls away, his eyebrows raised. “Look at that, she found her tongue. How delightful.”
Ellaria kisses the right corner of your lips and addresses Oberyn. “You’ll scare her, she’s fragile.”
“I’m not fragile,” you pout. With a laugh, she presses her lips against your jutted lip. “I’m just nervous. . . you know my experiences haven’t been—” You clear your throat, suddenly aware of Oberyn’s eyes on you. “Great.”
“I know, baby. I know.”
Obeyn chimes in, his gaze moving to Ellaria, “What does that mean?”
“Poor girl never came from another hand but her own.”
“Ellaria!”
“Oh?” Oberyn’s eyes bore into your own. It’s so intense that you can’t look away, and honestly, you’re not sure that you want to. He pulls down your bottom lip, dipping his thumb into the seam. “You won’t have to worry about that with us, sweet creature.”
“I’m sure,” you hum, a coy smile playing on your lips. “So can we uh. . . can we take this to the bedroom? I’m not that comfortable on the couch. If that’s okay?”
“Of course,” Ellaria answers. “Besides I hate how this fabric feels against my skin. So the bed is definitely preferred.”
Oberyn, without saying a word, nuzzles your neck before pulling you to your feet. You falter, still a bit dazed. Yet, his arm catches you, keeping you from falling.
“Careful,” he tuts, lips touching your forehead.
Oberyn’s arm never leaves your waist as Ellaria guides the two of you through the hallway of her home. A route you don’t doubt Oberyn has taken many times before.
You aren’t sure what to expect when you enter Ellaria’s room. It’s quite neat, the bed quite big, which doesn’t surprise you in the least.
Ellaria looks at you with a smile, curling her fingers around the elastic of your underwear, she tugs you close. Oberyn looms right behind you, he hadn’t closed the door as he entered. His cock hard and aching, resting between the crease of your clothed ass cheeks. His palms caress the soft mounds, his breath warm and wet against your nape.
You’re suddenly highly aware that you’re the only one practically naked. Noticing this, heat crawls up your chest and curls around your neck. At any moment you expect to wake up in the familiar setting of the guest room, none of this seems real.
“Lay down, Oberyn,” Ellaria’s voice breaks the silence, her eyes never leaving yours as she addresses her lover. “We’ll join you shortly.”
“Hmm,” he kisses your neck, your legs shake in response. “Should I take off my clothes?”
“Yes.”
Oberyn smiles, gives your ass one last firm squeeze, and retreats. And as much as you want to stare at the man in his full naked glory, it’s hard to pull your gaze away from Ellaria. You hear the bed creaking under the man’s weight. Still, you don’t turn to look. Ellaria kneels before you, tugging your underwear along with her. Her hands, despite not being large as Oberyn’s, feels all consuming. They languidly slide above your calves and thighs as she raises to stand on her feet once more.
When she stands, you make a move to take off her garments but she gently pushes your hands back. “You watch,” she says, pulling off the straps of her dress and allowing it to pool at her ankles.
You touch her like art. Soft and slow. Almost as if she wasn’t there. You cup her waist and skim your palm until you reach the side of her breast, in which you hold tenderly under your hand. A soft gasp leaves her and you look at her with shock and amazement. You bend forward, closing your lips around the tender nipple. You swirl your tongue around the areola, her eyes fluttering as she lets out a sigh.
“That’s nice,” she says, looking at you between heavy eyelids. “You don’t need to be shy with us.”
If it were anyone else saying that you wouldn’t have believed them, “I think you’re right,” you whisper, more to yourself rather than her. “You’re sure you don’t mind me being. . . timid?”
Her brows furrow with confusion, her gaze searching your own as your thumb continues to dance over the darker patch of skin. Then you see it, the recognition flashing in her eyes. She might’ve forgotten, but you remember her talking about how much of a bore it was to be with unsure people. Timid, as she had put it. Which is something you’re being right now—you think.
Your eyes find Oberyn’s from above her shoulder. It’s a fleeting moment. But he seems to be eating you both with the darkness of his eyes. Your heart skips a beat. Ellaria’s hand cradles the back of your neck, gently tightening her grip. When your gaze moves back to her, you see that she’s smiling.
“I didn’t mean you when I said that,” she answers. “You lack confidence, there’s a difference. And I doubt you’ll be holding yourself back after regaining it.”
“You don’t think I’m boring?”
“I don’t,” leaning in, she drags her nose over yours, soft lips only an inch away. “Let’s not keep Oberyn waiting.”
When you both turn, you see that Oberyn is softly touching himself. Fingers teasingly moving up and down his impressive length. You clench your teeth, arousal overwhelming every orifice of your body. “How should we do this?” he asks, eyes on Ellaria.
Grinning, she gently nudges your shoulder with her own, you can’t stop staring at Oberyn however. He’s all lean muscle, the extra padding making him look fit. The coarse dark hairs lead a path from his softened stomach to his pulsing cock. Noticing your gaze, he wraps a hand around himself and starts to fuck his fist with hard strokes. He watches with delight at the way you lick your lips when a bead of precome appears on the tip.
“Would you want to taste him?” Ellaria’s lips touch your ear.
An awkward chuckle bubbles from your chest, “Am I being that obvious?”
“Only slightly.”
She guides you to the bed, and you take your place between Oberyn’s legs while Ellaria is more to the side. His hand instantly finds the side of your face, thumb tugging at the corner of your lips as he stares at you with a softened gaze.
“Needy,” he murmurs. “I’m going to enjoy playing with you, little one.”
You feel your pupils physically expanding. Ellaria drags her nails down your scalp, you purr at the sensation. “He likes it when you go slow,” she informs. “Start at the tip and drag your tongue down, he likes being teased.”
With an urge to please, you do exactly as she says. First, you swirl your tongue around the bulbous head, his thighs stiffen, then you flatten your tongue and move down. The moan that comes from him is unfiltered and loud. Slick gushes between your legs.
“Good girl,” he gasps. “You too.”
It takes you a while to understand what Oberyn means. You only become aware that he was addressing Ellaria when the other joins you, licking a stripe up the other side of his length. You moan as you take the head between your lips, meanwhile, Ellaria closes her lips around the base, sucking the delicate skin. A choked out moan parts his lips, not being able to keep still, his hips stutter, forcing you to take more of him. His width spreads your lips wide. Your eyes water and you feel Ellaria’s tongue as she kisses the skin right under your eye.
She replaces your lips with her own. You watch in a dazed manner as she takes Oberyn down her throat with practiced ease. His fingers tangle into her curls when she hollows her cheeks, forcing her head down. The sight alone makes you drip for them both. Now feeling even bold, you meet Ellaria’s lips while she’s sucking on the tip. You swear you see a ghost of a grin when she slips her tongue into your mouth. You taste a mixture of them in your mouth, and your head spins. Not wanting to part away, both of you lower yourselves, taking Oberyn between your lips as your tongues struggle to meet around his cock.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, cock twitching between the pair of lips. You feel his rough fingers moving along your cheek. “You’re doing so well—both of you are,” Ellaria pulls away and winks at you before turning to Oberyn. You take him halfway into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat. He makes a sound, burying his head further into the pillows. “If you continue doing that I’m going to come.”
The sound of his voice lights a flame in you, the strokes of your tongue becoming more wild and eager. You swallow around him, over and over, until Ellaria pulls you away.
“Isn’t that a good thing?” you choke out, eyes flitting between the two. “I want you to come,” you then add, jerking him.
“Oh it is,” he answers with a sly smile. “But before that, I want to see you come undone on my tongue. And my cock.”
Ellaria feels you shudder as she traces the line of your spine, “Get on all fours,” she says barely in a whisper.
You do as you’re told. Arousal coils tightly in your stomach, your body burning from the inside out. You’re over-excited. Your breathing coming out in short, rushed pants. Oberyn gets behind you as Ellaria takes Oberyn’s place and pulls you between her delicate thighs. Your one arm instantly curls around one leg as you brace yourself with the other by flattening your palm over the mattress.
Oberyn’s fingers languidly slide down the curve of your ass and slip two of them into your soaking heat with ease. You melt into the touch, your elbow immediately giving way and falling. Without thinking much you kiss the inside of Ellaria’s thighs, sucking and nipping her ample flesh. Oberyn begins to thrust his fingers in and out. Your walls flutter around the digits, your body growing tenses.
“So wet,” he approves. “You must be very excited.”
“F-Fuck, I am,” you whimper, attempting to meet the thrust of his fingers.
He scissors his fingers and curls them, applying pressure to a delicate spot deep inside. A jolt of electricity rushes over you. Your body engulfed in a crackling heat.
“Taste her,” he says. “Aren’t you curious?”
Instead of answering, you meet Ellaria’s gaze before pressing your lips into her cunt. You moan into her, and she draws up her legs, bracketing you between the inside of her thighs. She cradles the back of your head with both hands, guiding you as you drag your tongue between her folds. She tastes fucking delicious. You love this, love giving her pleasure. With a hum, you close your lips around her aching clit and suck. Hard.
Her body jolts, the bed underneath creaking. Oberyn swears from underneath his breath, and you imagine him staring at Ellaria’s debouched face. You bet she looks beautiful. Nudging the bundle of nerves with the curve of your nose, you tease her entrance with your tongue, slowly pushing in.
“And you worried you would be timid,” she croaks out, her back arching as she tugs you closer. “Look at you now, my sweet girl doing such a good job in pleasing us.”
Oberyn’s fingers are replaced with his sinful tongue, heat drips from your spine. Without wanting to, you pull away from Ellaria, moaning loudly between her legs. His tongue delves deeper, kissing your folds and lapping at everything you have to offer. He grazes his teeth and you writhe against him, your lips moving sloppily along the apex of her thighs as you attempt to kiss her.
His tongue feels too damn long. . . he pushes the soft muscle inside, the mild stretch making your stomach roll. Oberyn is much better at this than you are. No doubt about it. Ellaria only watches as the most sinful sounds escape your throat. He fucks you with his tongue and between thrusts, he manages to flick your clit with the pointed tip. It makes you feral. You’re not even sure what you’re doing anymore. You continue to taste Ellaria, albeit much more sloppily compared to before. You catch her gaze whenever the fog in your head lifts, her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded.
“I think you’re ready to take me,” Oberyn says, his voice hoarse.
Before you can answer, Ellaria cups your cheeks, pulling you away from her core. Your chest heaves. She swipes her thumb over your lips, spreading the wetness caused by her cunt. “I want you to pick a word, love.”
“A word?” you cringe internally at how out of it you sound. They haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already a mess.
“A safeword,” Oberyn explains Ellaria’s words further. His hands grip your love handles and squeeze them tenderly, he pulls you back and you feel the warmth of his cock heavy on your ass.
You think for a minute, your eyes darting around Ellaria’s face and the wall behind her. Your mind is completely empty. Blank. Not even one word comes to mind.
Oberyn licks his lips, “How about that stoplight system? Green for go, yellow for slow down, and red for stop?”
Ellaria’s gaze searches your own, and you nod, “That sounds good.”
“Alright then,” Oberyn purrs, etching closer. He slides his cock between your folds, his hands skimming up your waist. Ellaria continues to hold your face, watching your every expression with interest. Your eyes widen— is she waiting to see your expression when Oberyn enters you? Fuck. Heat blossoms in your chest. “What is your color now?” he asks, hand cupping the back of your neck.
“Green,” you say with a whimper.
Oberyn pushes in inch by inch. He stretches you beautifully, only a hint of pain following while he fills you. Ellaria smiles as your eyes roll back, your lips parting with a guttural sound. He feels so good. So deep. When he’s fully sheathed inside, he waits for you to adjust to his size. Your legs shake. You’re barely keeping yourself together. Ellaria slips her thumb into your mouth and you wrap your lips around her diligently. She hums with approval.
“Does she feel good?” Ellaria asks Oberyn.
“Yes. She feels like she was made for me. Such a perfect hole to fill.”
You shudder, dripping down his cock and the inside of your thighs. “Oh god—” you choke out, your voice thick.
Ellaria releases you when Oberyn rocks his hips impatiently. Your cheek drops to her thigh and with a shaky hand, you bring your fingers to her cunt, slowly slipping two of them inside. You know she wasn’t expecting it when her head snaps back. You can’t help the little smile that graces your lips. Her heat consumes you. Oberyn’s thrusts become faster, harder, sinking deep into your cunt. And with every stroke of his cock, your fingers go deeper into Ellaria.
It’s a beautiful mess.
You’re not sure how thin the walls are, you hope that they’re thick. You mentally apologize to the neighbors if not because none of you are making an effort to keep quiet. Ellaria grinds to meet your fingers, meanwhile, Oberyn’s cock is splitting you into two. His pace is brutal, you feel your skin rippling as his hips snap into you. Honestly, you’re not even trying to move your hand anymore, it’s all Oberyn—So technically, he’s fucking two people at once.
Suddenly you find yourself being shoved into Ellaria’s delectable cunt, Oberyn pushes you down, blunt nails biting into your scalp. With a groan, you once again close your lips around her clit and suck. You swirl your tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, then gently —almost fearfully due to the harsh grind of Oberyn’s hips— you graze your teeth.
Ellaria cries out, a sound that takes you by surprise. Between wet eyelashes, you watch as her face contorts in pleasure, her walls squeezing your fingers tight. Her clit throbs against your tongue and just like that, she’s gushing heavily into your mouth. Oberyn’s movements slow, his brutal pace becoming a lazy one as his cock massages your walls. You have a feeling he’s watching her as well.
Noticing that she’s crying out both your names, your pulse quickens.
You pull out your fingers and hold her hips, wet streaks glisten on top of her sun-kissed skin. Burying your mouth deep within her folds, you allow your tongue to lick the remains. Another, more gentle, orgasm washes over her, the cries from before becoming sighs of languid pleasure.
“Good girl,” Oberyn growls, his hand becomes a necklace around your neck and he hauls you up. He shoves his lips against your ear, the tremor of his voice making you tremble. “You know, I’ve never seen her come quite that hard with the others. She must like you a lot, pet.”
fuckfuckfuck
The way he rolls his tongue as he says it, pet—you don’t expect it to affect you that much but it does, your entire body tenses, his cock easing in and out of you even faster thanks to the way you gush around him.
“You like that?”
Shit, he noticed.
“I—I—”
He grabs your chin and clashes your lips in a bruising kiss. Oberyn leaves you breathless, your lungs convulse, burning with the lack of oxygen. You taste a hint of yourself on his tongue.
“Our sweet pet,” he murmurs against your lips. “You’re stunning like this, all fucked out.”
Oberyn kisses you once more then turns to Ellaria with a smile, “I can still taste you on her tongue.”
“I would think so. She was quite thorough,” she teases, her gaze fixed on you.
Ellaria touches herself slowly as Oberyn resumes his brutal pace. Wet noises flood the dimly lit room, Oberyn buries his face where your neck meets your shoulder. You feel the softness of his lips and the sharpness of his teeth. Your loins burn.
Oberyn dangles you on the edge of a cliff. Every time you’re close to your release, he slows his hips into a gentle roll, only to build you up again. Ellaria simply watches, gently drawing tender circles while Oberyn toys with you. Their pet.
“Please,” you beg. “I want to come.”
You sound teary and embarrassed. Oberyn kisses your neck. “You have been good,” he murmurs, eyes moving to Ellaria. “What do you say?”
“Let her come,” she sighs, smiling. “Make it feel good for her, Oberyn.”
Oberyn makes a sound of eager approval. His one hand slips between your legs as the other grasp your breast, keeping your sweat-soaked body flush against him. His fingers draw tight, quick circles around your clit as he presses into you, hips smacking against your flesh over and over.
It doesn’t take you long after that.
Your orgasm hits you like a truck—hell, it hits you like a train. It’s violent, intense. Every muscle grows taut and your skin tingles as if it’s burned. You can’t even cry out properly, your mouth wide in a silent scream. Something warm trickles down your thighs, and if it wasn’t for Oberyn’s constant, steady praise in your ear you would’ve been embarrassed. But instead, you just slump against him. Your body feeling limp as if you might never be able to stand again. He rolls his hips, and each time waves of pleasure wash over you, it’s not as intense, but it feels amazing.
“That’s it,” he rasps. “I’m going to pull out now, okay?”
Your nod is followed by a hiss when he does, the sudden lack of him making you feel empty, and frankly, a little bit sad. However, you don’t get the chance to linger on the feeling as Oberyn guides you toward the empty spot next to Ellaria.
She holds you in a tight embrace, whispering praise into your hair. Oberyn shuffles until he’s behind her, his arm draped over her waist. His cock is still hard and heavy between his legs, glistening with your slick.
You ask weakly to Oberyn, “What about you?”
“Always so thoughtful,” Ellaria purrs. She throws her arm back, pulling Oberyn close by the neck. He kisses a delicate path up that follows the curve of her neck. “You don’t need to worry about him. Just relax. . . and enjoy yourself.”
When Oberyn sinks into her, you understand why Ellaria was so eager to watch your expression.
You stare into the small bathroom mirror above the sink, the light irritating your eyes. You’re fresh out of the shower, naked, still dripping, the drops warm as it slides down your skin. Ellaria’s reflection comes into view, also naked, her hands delicately moving over your body, examing to see if you’re hurt anywhere.
“How do you feel?” she asks, satisfied with her examination.
“I’m fine,” you answer dismissively, still staring at your reflection. You feel detached, your limbs slow and tenderly aching.
Oberyn squeezes a tub of minty toothpaste over the bristles of your brush and holds your chin. Instinctively, you turn to him. He gently pinches your jaw. You open your mouth.
He starts to brush your teeth. This man you just met, this man who just railed the ever-living shit out of you. . . is tenderly brushing your teeth. You taste the mint and without meaning to, you wrinkle your nose. He laughs.
“It’ll be over soon.”
The thing that makes you tear up is how delicate they are with you. It’s unexpected. They don't think you’re invincible just from your looks. They see that you’re broken, see that you want to be taken care of. And they humor you, treating you as you wish to be treated, without you having to say so.
They touch you as if you are a glass rose. It makes your chest ache.
“I think I have ointment somewhere,” Ellaria mutters to herself, turning on her heel and looking over the shelves. “It will soothe your skin.”
The small sniffle you make goes unnoticed by Ellaria but not Oberyn. With a raised eyebrow, he pulls out the toothbrush. “Rinse,” he says simply. He turns on the faucet for you and you fill your mouth with water. You swish it around. Then look to him before doing anything else. “Spit.”
You watch as the foamy water goes down the drain. You straighten back up, watching the reflections that dance in the mirror once more. You feel his eyes on you but you’re too flustered to answer his gaze. Ellaria holds a small container of ointment, when she sees your expression her brows furrow.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” you mumble, not truly knowing the answer yourself. Oberyn opens the faucet again and rinses the toothbrush. After placing it back, he brushes his lips over yours, the gesture sparking life back into your body. “I don’t know,” you then say. “It just feels all so nice, I’m not used to. . . I don’t know, sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” Ellaria says, opening the small container. She takes a hefty amount with two fingers and rubs it into the tender skin of your asscheeks. “It’s normal. You haven’t been feeling well lately, and it’s common to feel a bit of a drop after.”
“Is it really?” you ask.
Oberyn answers you instead, “It is. You’ll feel much better when we’re back in bed when you’re between us.”
Ellaria nods and you manage to smile. With a soft chuckle, you shake your head. “You two are too nice to me.”
“The bare minimum shouldn’t be surprising you this much,” Oberyn’s gaze softens. “But we’ll fix that.”
As the two guide you back to the bedroom, you believe they will.
#oberyn martell x reader#oberyn martell x f!reader#oberyn martell x fem!reader#oberyn martell x ellaria sand#oberyn martell x reader x ellaria sand#ellaria sand x reader#ellaria sand x f!reader#ellaria sand x fem!reader#game of thrones fanfiction#got fanfic#oberyn martell fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal characters
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
A Jocked dream
_______________________________________
A rewrite for my first story on this blog, I hope to make it better
I am Aaron, a high schooler, I've never been very social, I was a very protected child as a kid, I'm also asexual, meaning I don't find sexual attraction to any gender, I have long hair, I'm skinny and have bland style, I'm not very smart, and I hate most lessons.
To be honest I hate it all, I'm quite jealous of everyone , wishing I could be one of the popular guys, hot and muscular with lots of courage.
Occasionally I get the chance to talk with the older guys, I feel happy around them, they said I was there friend and I could always talk to them.
Its the closet I get to my dreams
_______________________________________
Whilst sitting alone under a tree, Jason, one of the popular guys and football jock from the group comes and sits with me
" yo Arron what up ma bro"
Extends fist for fist bump
I look up a bit confused but happy to see him
"hello Jason" fit bumps back*
"nutin much , just waitin for class"
"isn't it math?" I say
" yeah bro that shit sucks ass"
I laugh " damn right, I fuckin hate math , sucks major ass"
Jason's a little shocked but understanding.
"YOO damn right bro, sports so so much better, why don't you join a sports team bro?
I sigh saddly
Jason notices and sits next to me
"yo bro, what's wrong"
"well.. As a child my parents rejected the notion of me wanting to do sports, quite surprising if you think about it"
Jason's head almost blew up after hearing that.
" WHAT BRO, your parents suck for that, you wanted to play?"
I look up and smile
"yeah... I wanted to play football, and I still wouldn't mind , just It's too late for me, I'm no longer a child"
Jason puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eye.
"bro, let me help you, it's never too late, coach can definitely help you"
I look up shocked and excited
I smile back and say
"yes, sure go ahead"
"YOOOOO BROOOOOOO"
Jason runs around excited as hell
He extends his hand to me
"come with me Aaron, let's get started right away,
I'll take you to coach!"
I take his hand
_______________________________________
Me and Jason walk through the school until reaching the sports hall where coaches office is
We walk up to the door and Jason opens it guiding me in.
Jason walks up to coaches desk
"Yo coach gotta minute?"
Coach sits up and adjusts his shirt that's tightly pressed against his large muscles.
"Jason my boy, need something?
And hm? Who ?, Looks me straight in the eye"
"well he's why I'm here, this is Aaron, my best bro, he wants to becum like me, he wishes to play football and becum a jock"
I'm feeling nervous hearing this.
"well Aaron, is that so, I can definitely help you , thank you Jason for bringing him here,
Jason please go to the locker room and get a kit ready"
"yes coach!, See you later bro",
he says to me as he leaves
"Aaron, please, sit down, let's chat"
I sit down in front of the his desk
" care for a beer son? It's a favourite between the players"
(Hmm I don't drink all that often but sure, I think in my head)
"Sure sir, I don't mind"
"please, call me coach, and take as many as you like, I just know you will want more"
I smile back, "thanks"
I take a big gulp of beer and start to sip it
"so son, you want to play football? You don't look like your very active?"
I pause for a second feeling calm from the beer
"as a kid my parents didn't want me to play sports, I was Hella protected, it's only because of Jason that this is happening"
Coach looks shocked and pale from what I said
"well that's no way to live is it! I'm glad you're here today because from now on you're gonna be a football jock, ill be the father you never had"
I am shocked by his words but also comforted by them
"thank you so much coach, I hope to make you proud"
I go to take another sip of my beer but find it's empty
Well now...
"yo coach, hand me another beer ?"
(Yo? Did I just?.. well whatever)
"hah, what did I say, the jocks love this stuff, and you're pretty much one of them now" he hands me another beer.
I go pale now, and my dick is extremely hard now my heart beating and my thoughts cloudy,
Wait.. did I just finish this beer ?
Well damn
"well son, you really like it, I'm impressed, heres another, come with me to the locker room, and don't worry, we have a stash of beer in there too!"
I take the new beer bottle and walk with him to the locker room, where my bro Jason went
(Bro? Yeah... Broooooooo)
_______________________________________
Walking into the locker room , coach guides me to one of the benches , it and a big screen TV Infront of it.
"sit down son, let me help you out of your clothes
watch what's on the screen"
I sit down and just stare at the screen, drunk out of my mind as I had finished the 3rd beer on the way here, coach stripping me. I begin in drool and leek pre as I look at the screen
"stare Aaron stare"
"Listen to its words, let it becum who you are meant to be, who you want to be"
I stare hard , foggy... dick... Hard.. huhu
The screen fills me up with tactics and football, all about football, and sex, locker room sex with the bros, huhu.. brooo. Im so horny now...
He moves on with his plan
He injects a serum into me, body grows
He starts to play with my expanding nipples, as my chest becums inflated and flat, my arms exploding in hard muscle with hands hard and rough from the sports and the gym
My legs becum tree trunks with thighs of steel, with a tight ass.
My feet grow and expand .
Finally my washboard 8 pack cum gutter abs.
Coach then pays attention to my hard and leaking, now 12 inch dick and lemon sized balls swirling with jock cum
"having fun Aaron, don't worry, were almost over'
Now say it, recite the words you know are true
He starts to jerk me off
" I.. I am a football.... Jock
I ... Big.... Dumb
.. football....
Yeah...
I am a football jock,
.... Hee I AM A FOOTBALL JOCK BROOOOO
And within 4 jerks i cum
I cum all over, me, coach, the floor,
Ropes of cum spew for minutes as I lay there a drooling sweety dumb mess of a jock
Jason comes in with a full football kit, he's happy at what the sees
" Yoo coach, u did great"
"Jason help your bro get changed, practice is soon'
"right"
Jason comes over to me and starts to dress me.
"sup bro, what up"
As my mind clears i say
"broooooo what uppppp ,I guud brahhh that was amazing, thank you bro, thank you
"that's great bro! Anytime"
He helps he dresses in the kit, from the jock strap to the cleats and pads, all were tight and arousing .
"damnn broo I'm so horny now"
"bro same, let's help each other out after practice bro"
Yeah brooo
Once all ready, Jason gets changed and we wait
Coach comes in to check on us
"well look at you boys, ready for practice"
We say in unison
"yes coach" we laugh at that
"Aaron, come , i will need a picture of you"
"right"
I walk over to stand at a camera, my cleats clinking on the floor
"ready son? "
I nod
As the picture is taken, I'm filled with confidence
My jock fills with more pre and cum as I am
A football jock
Damn Im still so horny
Me, Jason and the team run onto the field for practice, coach bringing out caskets of beers for us at the end
"drink up boys, you earned it"
In the locker room it's a ogy of cum and beer after a good practice.
Beer, cum and football
Bro that's the life
_____________________________________________well... What do you guys think?
I think it's better, different but better
Damn if only it could happen to me
357 notes
·
View notes
Text
this flopped the first time so i’m reposting. rick grimes nsfw alphabet lmk if y’all want other characters or sfw version !!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
tbh he is very sleepy and giggly almost? if he is comfortable enough to HAVE sex he is definitely giddy afterwards. we see this at the cdc when him and Lori fuck in the shower. he is very kind to you and def cleans you up afterwards 🤭🤭 he is def filling a glass of water and getting you some food. and forget it if YOU make him food after sucking his soul out this man will go on his hands and knees and eat you instead.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
on you/ partners i think it’s like your torso, not necessarily your tits (🤭) but like your hips to your collar bones. that’s where your heart and lungs are so he can see and hear you being alive, plus he would love to rub his hands up and down your body while kissing your neck. i think for himself rick would be really proud of his arms, he likes to wield an axe for so long and is a fit guy so his arms are big or at least really toned.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
i think deep down he would love cream pies, just watching his seed slowley ooze out of your body. but he knows that’s not always safe to do especially in the world you live in, so a second best is your hips area. as far as your cum is concerned he wants it in his mouth asap. he would DRINK that shi 🙏🏻🙏🏻 he can’t deny your fluid flushing on his cock is hot too tho
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
he really likes it when you act all innocent-housewife-bimbo (obviously he likes strong women and would prefer you to be strong 95% of the time.) but having you be all fake innocent would send him nuts, just teasing him while cooking in short clothes, or pretending to “clean” his pants by getting on your knees and rubbing. he would never outright tell you he likes it but you can def tell when you do that he loves it
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
we know canonically he has done s t u f f with other girls before from his convo with shane. he didn’t go very far with it, but i’m assuming he wasn’t a virgin when he married lori. they get married super young so i think it was just one another girl he had been with. probably somthing like in highschool or right before meeting lori. and since he did have a wife for many years before you he would know a lot about female bodies even if they aren’t all the same, i think he would have a few tricks he knows 🤭🤭 he wouldn’t care how experienced you were tho. as long as you love him and only him that’s all that mattered to him, unless your ex lover was with the group he would get hella jelly
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
i’m gonna say missionary but not in a vanilla way really if that makes sense? like i think being able to see his dick just disappear in your hole (yes you can get it in the back hole in missionary) he would love to have your legs around his neck as he held them with his arms being able to fuck you even deeper. i would also see him loving holding your hands during more intimate sex. as much as he hates to admit it he IS insecure about stuff including his relationship (lori and shane stuff yk :< ) so being able to hold your hand would reaaallllyyyy heal him
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
i don’t think he is super goofy during sex, like i don’t think he is necessarily making jokes but if you do or something funny happens he would def laugh and crack that beautiful smile of his. i think before and def after he would make some snide jokes or somthing just bc he feels hella proud of benign able to fuck you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
carpet def match the drapes, as he gets older and grays more they def wouldn’t match as well as he ages but that doesn’t matter a lot tbh. as far as amount of hair he doesn’t have like a ton on his chest or back or anything but def has a happy trail. ofc since he is in the apocalypse he is NOT shaven a lot of the time but i think ever so once n a while he trims yk? makes sure it’s decent looking. he does not give a FUCK wether or not you shave. he is used to girls (and boys yk🤭) shaving but he will care if you choose not to bc like he is gonna go ravage on you.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
i can see him being kinky and intimate. i think he would def love to choke and fuck you roughly and stuff but i can also see him just needing you. to again hold your hand and take you sllloooowww. he definitely a big kisser and would love to just cum inside you as he would bassicly attach himself to your face. rick is a very loving person and that would def reflect in your sex lives.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
i don’t think he has ever been the type to jack off a lot even when he was a teen it just wasn’t somthing he did allll the time. i think he def did it. I mean who doesn’t really ? especially when his and lori’s relationship starts to fall apart pre-apocalypse he would do it more since they probably weren’t too eager to give carl a sibling lol. and also until the prison he probably wouldn’t, but yk after he gets some walls and a safe place he would do it as a stress reliever.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
definitely choking, whether it was rough or more like slow and soft he needs his hands on your throat. it’s just a big display of dominance he craves to show over not only you but anyone else. he is a pretty possessive guy with his stuff (including you) and he isn’t about to let anyone take you away, not that you would let them rick is a fierce partner hehe
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
def in a house and by that i mean every surface in his house 🤭 the table, counter, couch, bed, and shower it doesn’t matter. ofc since the walkers and stuff you guys don’t have a safe place to do it half the time i think at night whenever you two could maybe do some mouth stuff would just have to do. he wasn’t willing to leave the group for privacy he cares too much but nothing is gonna get in between him and his person. i think on runs would be the only time you two could really go at it go at it and even then it was much more a quickie than a full love making session until y’all got to the prison and alexandria ofc.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
ik it sounds cheesy but just the thought of you being HIS and no one else’s does a LOT for him trust. seeing you read to baby judith or teaching carl how to do somthing really gets this man thinking. ofc seeing you being a fucking badass you are out in the world also does somthing to him. and ngl i think this man has a slight brat tamer thing so you being sassy would also give him the perfect opportunity to be dominate 😾
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
absolutely anything that had to do with bodily fluids that weren’t like cum and spit. that means i don’t think he would be into blood or anything. like i said he is rough but he isn’t violent yk? doesn’t behind some bruises from his grip or an occasional slap. and maybe the odd scratch on you (but he would much prefer scratches on his own back not yours) so anything really violent he has seen enough of that for a lifetime he doesn’t want to genuinely hurt you ever even if you asked.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
ok obviously rick would love it if you went down on him. mouth slobbering all over his cock as your head dipped down. it however was not his favortire thing ever. he would never ever say no but he would much rather his face be underneath you. or you on the counter legs spread, or underneath you when your supposed to be cooking. i would say yes for oral but prefers giving than receiving it.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
so i’ve already talked a lot about this i think he would love rough sex, i think he would would prefer it slower- that definitely doesn’t mean he wouldn’t love to ram into you as fast as he can lol. i just think for the majority of the time slower is more his speed no matter how rough he is being with you. but i think his lovey side does come out more when you two have had a DAY n he just wants some good old loving from you.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
it’s usually all you two can get it half the time but i think when he is younger he prefers non-quick releases. although the older he gets especially in alexandria and after even into the crm he is waaaaaay more into them. if you know each other in crm i can imagine making you suck him off in gear before training. i think rick becomes a very different person later in life and that makes him a bit meaner when it comes to stuff.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
i think he is willing to take some risks but NOTHING that would ever leave his group in harm including you, i mean his kids are in the group yk? so nothing that would leave them alone or unprotected really. i also don’t think he is super into other objects either, he wouldn’t care if you liked to use toys but i think he prefers giving you pleasure than something else yk? i think silk or rope would be fine for tying you up but no paddles or anything really yk? i’m rambling but i think he would think about anything you asked but maybe not actually do most of them.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
he is a really strong guy and even when he gets older i don’t think that will affect his stamina a super ton until he really starts getting up there in age yk? that being said i don’t think his sex staminism would be that big just bc i think after ljke maybe 3 rounds he wants to relax and cuddle with you <3 but he cannot resist you begging him for something which includes you asking and begging for more. he is more than comfortable to give you as many orgasms as he can physically. ik it sounds crazy but 7 and he absolutely done. he is seeing white and stars at that point and as much as he loves you, he cannot go further 😭😭
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
again like no basically 😭😭 again if you asked him he would def use them on you but probably NOT for very long and would use them as punishment tbh. ik that’s not exactly what most people wanna hear but he also like doesn’t use them either 🫡🫡
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
oh he LOVES being teased lemme tell you. he would love your soft “innocent” touches. bending over etc etc. he would love your teasing so fucking much, and even better what he gets to do about your teasing. now i don’t he would do it often but when he does tease you rick grimes is one cheeky mf. maybe taking his shirt off when doing some of his gardening 👀 a possible lick of his lips 👀 perhaps a little fingers up your shirt 👀 little does he know everything he does turn you on
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I think he would LOVE you making sounds of any kind. but moaning his name would drive him a new kind of crazy 😭 as far as he goes he is definitely a grunt-er a few moans when he cums but as far as noises when he finally pushes into you and finishes are the most noise he makes. as far as talking and stuff i think he would love talking you through it. i think it’s mostly for his benefit seeing your eyes go glossy and dumb as his praise.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
one time and only once he watched you change one time before you two were any sort of official. he did not mean to intrude and god did he feel awful about doing it but you had your back turned and he saw your back and ass completely naked and it turned him on more than he cares to admit. before that he had obviously noticed your beauty and skill but that’s the moment when he could no longer handle staying away from you.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
rick is average sized guy on the shorter side and i think he would also have an averaged sized member as far as length would go. girth ways i think he is a little thicker than normal, no reall curve you can see even when he is hard yk? i can see his cock being darker in color than some others not from being dirty but just naturally yk? he had a lot of muscles even if he isn’t like “built” like daryl or tyrese or sum. he has a strong tummy tho which you love to kiss and it actually makes him fall so in love with you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
so since he is a full grown man he isn’t like a horny teenager he wouldn’t be like foaming 24/7 and especially since he is a leader and leads a very scary stressful life he wouldn’t be super horny a lot yk? that doesn’t mean he DOESNT get turned on by you on runs and stuff but like he isn’t thinking about it all the time. but the more you too get serious the more he wants you. i think it’s his deep primal need to have his kids protected that drives him bc like seeing you protect his family that’s now your family oh lord i hope you have a pack of condoms ready.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
so like i said he isn’t like too many rounds with you so after the normal like 3 he would def prioritize cleaning you up then himself then honk shooooo for this old man fr. i think he would def wake up in the middle of the night bc he is used to not getting sleep so he would wake up to see you in his shirt and he would just silently stroke your cheek and just admire you :)
#rick grimes#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x y/n#rick grimes x you#the walking dead#rick grimes x original female character#the walking dead rick#rick grimes x y/n fanfiction#rick grimes oneshot#rick grimes smut#twd rick#rick grimes is my daddy
94 notes
·
View notes
Note
11 with jude please 💖
so ik there were a lot of reqs for #11, but this was the first one I received so this will be my #11;)
2nd person pov
“Why do you have chicken in your purse?” You asked your best friend, Natalia as you both looked on at the pitch.
“Not paying for that over prices stadium shit.” Natalia explained, as she happily ate her chicken nuggets in peace while people began to fill in the seats after half time.
You two were both huge Bayern fans. So when they posted on their social media, a giveaway for two tickets up close to the pitch, it didn’t take much for you two to submit about a thousand entries. And somehow, you guys won.
The score was 0-0, against Bayern’s biggest rivals, Dortmund. In honesty, Dortmund usually tended to get thrashed by Bayern, but they were the biggest competition in the Bundesliga.
“Look! Bellingham!” People called from behind you.
You angled your head and saw as Jude Bellingham was leading the charge back from the break onto the pitch. The nineteen year old captain had even the Bayern fans in awe of him.
“I hate him but he’s hella fit.” Natalia admitted, to which you only nodded in response.
He was good yes. Okay fine. He was really good. But you considered him overrated.
“There are way more options for captains though. I don’t know why the nineteen year old is the captain.” You grumbled, honestly a bit angry because of how close Jude had gotten to assisting.
“Says the one who’s no older than nineteen. Also bro, you know he deserves to be captain. Have you seen the way he is on the field. Captain material. And I say this as a lifelong Villa and Bayern fan.” Natalia responded.
You looked to her to see a brow raised in your direction.
“You’re more competitive than half the players I swear.” Natalia laughed.
“Chicken?” She offered, holding her hand out.
You chuckled before waving her hand away.
“Second half’s about to start.” You mumbled.
“WOOOOO MIA SAN MIA!” Natalia cheered, eliciting more cheers from fellow Bayern fans.
“What does Mia San Mia even mean?” You asked her, as Dortmund made their way up the pitch.
Natalia scoffed and turned to you, “You do not deserve to be wearing that Alphonso Davies kit right now.”
“In my defense, I’m not German!” You exclaimed.
“Y/N! I am literally from fucking Ecuador, I don’t know German either but at least I know Mia San Mia! Fake fa-”
She started to say before being cut off by you. Dortmund’s offense was getting suspiciously close to the Bayern net. You were tempted to grimace as Neur was out with a knee injury, not that his replacement was bad by any means.
The stadium almost fell silent as the ball made it to Bellingham’s feet. He was successful in weaving in and out of players, before the ball was deflected. And it was coming straight at you.
Your worst nightmare. You’d love football since you were a little girl. You’d watch it all the time, with or without your family. The one thing that kept you away from live matches as a kid was potentially being hit by a ball. The thought embarrassed you to no end. And now, it was about to happen, in front of tens of thousands of people.
This was what you deserved for sitting in the front row.
“DUCK!” Natalia screamed into your ear, physically pushing you down.
Luckily the ball didn’t hit you, and went flying to the row behind you. Hitting a poor unsuspecting boy.
“Oh shit.” Natalia looked at the wailing kid sympathetically.
You also felt your heart pang in sadness for the clearly hurt boy. But you also thought it was kind of funny. He’d been kicking the back of your seat for the whole first half. And you wanted to smirk and mention karma, but you were better than that.
You grabbed the makeshift ice pack in your bag, which was really just a bag of a lot of ice you’d bought at the stadium and handed it to the boy’s mother.
“I don’t have much but this might help.” You said, placing the bag in the mother’s hands who smiled at you gratefully.
The boy also thanked you, silently calling a truce.
You and Natalia told the boy jokes to help distract him from the pain but eventually it was drowned out by cheering on your side.
“Turn around!” The injured boy gestured.
You did so and saw Jude Bellingham jogging over to your area. Hence why you could barely hear anything. You turned back to see the gleaming boy, figuring it would probably be easier if he was closer to Jude.
So, you picked the boy up and transferred him to your seat, closer to the pitch, while you climbed over to sit a row behind.
Unbeknownst to you, the kind act did not go unnoticed by Jude, who’d seen it while approaching.
“I’m sorry about that bud.” The footballer smiled apologetically, ruffling the kid’s hair.
The boy just smiled, “It’s okay. You weren’t the last one to hit it anyways.”
“You doing better now eh?” Jude smiled.
“Yeah! She helped me by giving me ice and telling me jokes.” The boy answered, gesturing to you while he spoke.
This caused Jude’s eyes to flicker towards your for a second. A smirk found its way onto his face while you started blushing red.
“Ah well your sister seems very nice.” Jude emphasised the “sister”.
The boy quirked his brow.
“She’s not my sister. She just helped me after the ball hit me.” The child explained.
“Ah, should’ve figured based off of the opposing kits.” Jude replied, noticing now that you sported a Bayern kit while the child was decked out in BVB gear.
You turned to Natalia who just sat there smugly, watching it all happen.
“Don’t talk much now do you?” Jude asked you, the smirk ever so present on his face.
You wanted to stop from blushing again. But you couldn’t. Instead you had to switch the topic.
“Don’t you have a game to play smart one?” You shot back, snark in your voice as you forced him to turn back to the field where the players were still waiting.
“If I were you, I’d go back to playing now. The quicker you lose, the quicker you get this over with.” You advised.
That flared some sort of pride and fighting spirit in Jude. He smiled to himself turning to go back to the pitch.
But just before that he looked at you and said, “I’ll show you why I’m the golden boy for a reason.” before stocking off.
Within a few seconds, the game resumed.
“I swear the golden boy was Gavi.” Natalia wondered aloud.
And you couldn’t help but laugh.
Approximately 48 minutes later, the match was at a standstill 2-2. Jude had already smirked in your direction after scoring. You however didn’t return anything because what if he had a girlfriend or something that was directed towards?
“Fuck fuck fuck.” Natalia breathed as Adeyemi made his way up the field.
That boy was faster than lightning.
Adeyemi handed it off to Jude who then passed it to Gio, outside of the box. The American faked Alphonso fucking Davies and shot the ball at such an angle that no one expected a goal out of it. But it was. It was a goal indeed. You bit your lip as Dortmund players and fans alike celebrated, going insane.
You could only think to keep your head down to shield yourself from the embarrassment.
15 minutes later
Most fans had left but you and Natalia hung around to take pictures considering how close you were to the field. Your back was currently facing the pitch as Natalia stood on top a seat to get your optimal angles.
“You look so good!” Natalia smiled, clicking away.
But she stopped abruptly.
You noticed.
“Oh are we done? Should we go now?” You asked her.
“Turn.” She commanded.
You whipped you head around to see Jude Bellingham shirtless. Kit in his hand, elbows leaning against the miniature wall.
“You.” You gulped, waiting to get trashed after seeing the look on his face.
“Unfortunate that you guys lost today.” He smiled.
“Yeah well match fixing’s always a possibility. Sure you know a lot about the match fixing.”
You referenced the interview which got Jude fined in the previous year.
Jude’s smile stayed, turning into an ever present smirk.
“Touché I suppose.” Before handing you his kit.
You grasped it, before looking in disgust.
“I don’t do Dortmund kits.” You tried handing it back to him.
You were actually freaking out on the inside.
“This is a Jude Bellingham kit though.” He bit his lip as he maintained eye contact with you.
“Even worse.”
He just laughed.
“Listen sweetheart. I’d take a good look at that kit before you feed it to the dogs.”
And with that, he winked, jogging into the tunnel.
“You better fucking open that kit.” Natalia commanded, holding it up.
Both your eyes shot to something scribbled in the corner.
Call me;)
49*** *** ****
-Jude
Your mouth hung wide open at this point. He was into you.
“W fucking rizz Bellingham. W rizz.” Natalia muttered.
“You’re going to be a WAG Y/N.” Natalia’s hands clamped over her mouth.
You rolled your eyes at your best friend’s wild imagination. But secretly, 99% of you, hoped that what she was saying, was true
#jude bellingham#bellingham#jude#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham blurb#jude bellingham imagines#jude bellingham x you#borussia dortmund#bvb09#bvb imagines#england nt#dortmund#football imagines#footballers#football#fc bayer munich#bayern#bundesliga
417 notes
·
View notes
Text
Despite (name) seemingly being the calmer one in the relationship, he was the one who threw the fuck down when need be.
And it was glorious.
When he learned that Billy was being shitty to little max again, he almost lost it on the blond.
"Baby I'm gonna shave his head when he sleeps" (name) said seriously to Eddie while cupping the brunettes cheeks lovingly "I will get a seam ripper and rip seams in all his clothing so they slowly fall apart while he wears them"
Eddie loved it when (name) was like this.
When he was an absolute menace.
"Put mashed potato mix in his gas tank..."
Eddie wanted to cackle at (name)s revenge plots as their little pup sat in his arms, completely unaware that his dam wanted to commit crimes for the sake of his packmate.
"I have no doubts in your abilities baby"
"Next time I see him I'm running him over"
"Baby remember the rules" Eddie chastised as he let his pup play with his ringed fingers "leave no evidence" (name) groaned "exactly so no car hitting"
"...fine..."
"Thank you"
Back in high school billy was down bad for (name), one of the few omegas in his opinion that were worth his time and he was always hella salty that (name) picked the freak over him and what could he say? He had a thing for Dilfs (dams id love to fuck) and (name) definitely fit that category now.
He's down to be that pups step dad he won't even try to deny.
The thing is (name) despised him deeply.
Like willing to commit a felony onto him.
And he almost had a few times.
He was terrifying and hot.
"Stop staring at me you pervert" (name) said with venom in his tone as he was halted by Billy in the grocery store, the man very much objectifying (name) to filth much to the omegas disgust.
"C'mon babydoll don't be like that" Billy said trying to flirt with the Omega who all but hissed at him "piss off sweaty"
"You wanna see me sweaty?"
"I will literally hit you with my car"
"I see something I wanna hit"
Billy leaned closer and that's when (name) had enough"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU PERVERT!" he yelled and everyone turned to look at the scene and Billy tisked as people began whispering amongst themselves because why was an alpha harrassing an Omega and their pup? Billy gave him one last look before leaving the store.
Finishing up his shopping he went to customer service in the grocery shop and borrowed their phone and called Eddie to come get him, he didn't feel safe at the moment.
Eddie came in record time and immediately went and checked on his Omega and pup "I got extra sugar..." (Name) mumbled and Eddie looked confused "gonna fucking ruin that car"
"And I won't stop you angel"
Eddie drove (name) home, helping him unpack before grabbing the baby bag "what are you doing?" (Name) asked curiously "you're coming with me to the shop" Eddie's alpha instincts were going wild at this point and didn't want (name) alone and the Omega didn't stop him.
"What's (name) doing here?" Dustin asked curiositly as the couple walked into the store, it was winter break so all the pups were here ((name) didn't care that they were around sixteen at this point, they were still babies go him) "Billy tried hitting on me at the grocery store and Eddie doesn't want me alone" (name) said simply as he went and sat down beside his little brother, (sons name) babbling excitedly at his uncle "are you alright?" Max asked worriedly to the older Omega and (name) just smiled sweetly "I am but he won't be"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't worry about it little Sparrow"
And no one dared ask further questions as (name) turned his attention to the game table"so what are you guys doing?"
"Working on a campaign for new years"
"Interesting... Oh! I need you guys to come over tomorrow to get your Christmas gifts" (name) said suddenly"except for you dusty, you can wait"
The Hendersons and Munson families were having one big Christmas at (name) and Eddies house and (name) and Eddie had that shit planned.
The two would prep any foods that didn't need to be cooked day of the night before and wake up nice and early to start the meal and dessert.
It was their first Christmas with (sons name) and they did go overboard for him they won't deny.
The rest of the day was spent with Eddie at work, helping him with orders and inventory as their pup hung out with his many aunts and uncles.
The next morning though apparently Billy was pissed and hunting down whoever put sugar in his gas tank.
He never figured it out.
#eddie munson x male reader#stranger things x reader#stranger things x male reader#male reader#eddie munson x reader#omega male reader#omegaverse
340 notes
·
View notes
Text
Blind Dates
Kelly Severide X Reader
A/N: This isn’t going to be super long just a cute little idea I have so I hope everyone enjoys it
Y/N’s POV
You woke up in the morning with a little pep in your step. You were excited about your blind date today.
It had been a while sense you been out in a proper date. Working as a paramedic with the Chicago Fire Department had you hella busy.
Also you just gotten out of a bad long term relationship. It lasted about 3 years and to say it ended on good terms was funny.
It was so bad that it didn’t even make you want to date anymore.
But it had been about 6 months since the breakup and Gabby was setting you up tonight. She didn’t even ask you,
Just told you and honestly it was something you thought would be good for you.
So this morning you woke up with a smile on your face. You had picked out a cute little black dress and some good heels. You were working morning shift today so you were able to go home and get changed.
You were a little nervous because you knew nothing about this date. What he looked like or what he was into. Gabby only told you that he was a good guy and she knew it was a good fit.
You trusted her though and she never let you down before so you thought it would be good for you.
Rolling out of bed you got dressed and ready for shift. Putting on those ugly blues with those stuffy pants. You never felt like changing at the station so you just got dressed at home.
After getting dressed you ate some breakfast and then headed out for the day. You blessed music on the way to work your normal routine of getting pumped.
You lived about 20 minutes away from the house but with traffic is was more like 40. You liked the ride to work it was like your time to be alone and recharge.
Finally you made it to the station. You pulled into your normal parking spot and headed into work.
Mostly everyone was there expect with a few people straggling in behind you.
You made your way into the locker room to put your stuff away and there he was. Kelly Severide. That man was fine af and he was funny kind and everything else under the sun.
You always had a crush on him. But he was such a player you never thought of letting him know. You were never the type to just hit and quit like he was. So you saved yourself from that struggle.
He was wearing nothing but a towel when you saw him with the water beads dripping all over his beautiful body. He saw you walk in and smiled at you.
“Hey Y/N good morning” Kelly said
“Hey Good morning” You said, trying to hide your heart eyes away.
“You avoiding me or something” Kelly asked laughing
You glanced over at him and smiled
“Nope why would i do that” You said
You threw your stuff into the locker and then headed out into the main room. Gabby and everyone was in there Capp and Tony were arguing about something.
“Hey Y/N good morning hear try this it’s your fave” Gabby said handing you a plate of food.
“Mm thank you” You said grabbing and sitting down next to Casey who also said good morning and smiling at you.
Gabby sat down next to you a few moments later and she looked at you with a smile.
“So are you ready for tonight” Gabby asked
“What’s tonight” Casey asked
You and Gabby looked over at each other and laughed.
“I am setting up Y/n with a blind date tonight.” Gabby said.
“Wow okay good luck with that” Matt said
“What does that mean” You asked
“Nothing” Casey said laughing
“Come on it’s going to be fun” Gabby said.
“Yeah hopefully i won't regret this” You said.
Kelly walked in after that and he sat down next to the two of you and smiled
“What are we talking about ladies” He asked
“Y/n has a date tonight “ Gabby said
“Awe i feel bad for the guy” Kelly said laughing
“What ever don’t be jealous” You said getting up from the table.
You walked out to the ambulance and began your morning pre check. Trying to hurry the day along.
The day was pretty quiet and you didn’t have many calls beside your regulars. Some older people and the ones wanting to get drugs.
You were back at the firehouse now. Laying in the bunker room looking at your phone scrolling through social media.
You only had about an hour left before your shift was over.
You prayed so hard that you wouldn’t get any more calls the rest of the day. Looking over, Kelly was in his office.
He was sitting at his desk doing paperwork. No matter how hard you tried to forget about him you never could.
And trust me you tried hard to move on. Even getting into your last relationship. But part of you thinks that why it didn’t work. But you had to keep trying.
So you turned your attention back to your phone and tried to turn your attention back to your phone.
The rest of the hour was slow and finally it reached time to leave and you jumped up from the bed.
You ran into the locker room and changed before someone called you back to work. Gabby came into the locker room and laughed at you.
“Someone’s ready” Gabby said
“Hell yeah” you said
“I am getting out of here before someone decides they need us” You said
“Girl we gotta leave now then” Gabby said
“I know right let’s head out” You said
The two of you finished changing and headed out. Arm and arm you both walked to the car.
Gabby hugged you and you hugged her back
“I need to know all the details okay” Gabby said
“Of course” You said
You both went your separate ways and you hopped into the car and headed home. You were excited to go out.
You blasted music all the way home getting yourself pumped for tonight. You made it home and went in and began the prep work.
You needed a shower to wash away the day. It was a nice long one and then you got out and it was time for some self care.
You began the prep and it sure did take a while. You had to make sure you looked hot af tonight.
Finally when that was all over you began getting dressed. The butterflies were getting strong in your stomach.
You honestly thought you were gonna throw up. You just tried to push it down not wanting to get in your head over this.
Looking at yourself in the mirror you looked hot af. You felt soo good about yourself. Gathering up your stuff you headed out.
You were meeting at a restaurant and keeping it low casual. This time though you didn’t blast your music you were just focused on not freaking out. The dinner was at a nice steakhouse.
You made it there and it was really nice and suddenly it hit you like a ton of bricks. You knew nothing about this man and he could have been a killer for all you know. It had been so long sense you even went on a first date.
But you told yourself that it was all going to be fine and you honestly needed this. So you threw caution into the wind and headed in.
The reservation was under your name. It was super nice inside and you knew it was gonna be expensive.
You walked to the hostess and checked in.
“Hello i have a reservation under (your last name)” You said
“Hi your other guest is here I will take you back” She said
You felt knots in your stomach and your hands were all clammy. It felt like she was walking forever.
Then when you saw him you knew there had to be some kind of mistake because he even looked confused. She walked you up the table and told you to enjoy.
“Kelly what the hell are you doing here” You yelled
“Me Matt set me up with a date what are you doing here” Kelly yelled back.
“Gabby set me up with a date you know that” You said
“I see what they did they set us up together” Kelly said
“Well I hate to disappoint I’ll leave” You said
“Wait no stay please” Kelly said
You sat down and that’s when it got awkward because no one was saying anything. Finally Kelly spoke up
“You look beautiful tonight” Kelly said
“Look I don’t mean to be rude but this isn’t what I want” you said
“What are you talking about?” Kelly asked with a confused look on his face.
“I know you, your a player and I don’t want that and we work together” You said
“Ouch that hurt” Kelly said
“I’m sorry” You said
“Look your right but that’s not the life I want anymore and i’m guessing they know how I feel about you” Kelly said
“How you feel about me” you asked heart racing
“I think you are beautiful smart, funny and kind and I love you” Kelly said
You were to stunned to speak and didn’t know what to say but you spoke from the heart.
“I love you to and you make me laugh and your kind” You said
“But we work together and what if it doesn’t work” You said
“What if we do no one’s getting married so let’s take it slow okay I want that with you” Kelly said grabbing your hand.
“I want that to and I guess we should thank Gabby and Matt for this” You said
“Nah we can let them get cocky about this” Kelly said
You both ordered dinner and even stayed for desert. Then drinks after just talking about anything and everything.
Everything with him was just so easy and effortless and now you were glad it was him and not some random hookup.
This is where you needed to be here right here with him
When it was over Kelly walked you out to the car.
“I had a really fun night” Kelly said
“Me to and thank you for this I do want this to work” You said
“So do I” kelly said
Kelly leaned in and kissed you and you kissed him back butterflies erupting in your stomach.
When it was over you both decided to go your separate ways not wanting to rush things. Before you drove off you got a text on your phone from Gabby
“Knew it would be a good match” Gabby said
You texted back
“Don’t be cocky maybe it did maybe it didn’t You teased
You then drove off with a smile on your face knowing it was one hell of a setup.
#Kelly Severide#kelly severide imagine#kelly severide one shot#kelly severide x reader#kelly severide x y/n#Chicago Fire#One Chicago#one chicago x reader#one chicago imagine#gabby dawson#matt casey
200 notes
·
View notes
Note
may i ask what u had in mind for jayke's backstories :0 if we rlly wanna get into it then i can see jayke being fun and carefree BECAUSE they weren't able to act that way at home,,,
maybe jay has strict rich parents who always wanted him to be mature and poised when he was just a kid who wanted to play w his friends :( he learned how to chef it up thru the private chefs at home and learned how to look after others from the butlers and maids that raised him. he's also an only child so the friendgroup are the siblings hes always wanted and he def found a brother in jake so early on i his life bc he was rlly lonely as a child /:
as for jake... he has an older brother (ima age him up hella to fit the narrative) and his older brother cared a lot for him but he was the picture-perfect child and their parents pressured jake to follow in his older brother's footsteps at such a young age. like cmon he was 7 being forced to study physics bc his brother was aceing his high school physics exams on the way to go to the most prestigious colleges w a physics degree. and with their big age gap his brother didnt have time to play w him much bc he was alsays studying and their parents were so focused on the older sibling. jake finds a brother within jay bc hes also lonely and jay was the only person he could be himself around.
now that ive thought ab this man jayke as a duo is so precious to me 🥺 theyre brothers thru and thru bc they found a home within one another. jake always so excited to try new recipes jay is trying out, jay loving to model and style jake, jake sending jay goofy selfie updates of his day to jay, jay being the first person jake calls in the middle of the night for a late night convenience store run which leads to some crazy shenanigans. jayke also building their first lego set tgth when they were 9 and it's displayed in a glass case in the living room of their shared apt.
im sobbing thanks for reading all of this i didnt expect to get super into 😭
-💫
NONIE WHY DID THIS MAKE ME CRY 💀💀💀💀 i'm too emotionally attached to these characters its not healthy.
honestly i love love love your thoughts and theories and i think mine are pretty similar in some ways but not quite and that just makes it so much more exciting 🥺
yk me, i'm just...brutal when it comes to backstories so pls be aware......
poison!jake was raised by a single mother who was never home because she worked so much. she worked late evening and night shifts and would sleep throughout the day so jake basically had to raise himself. she never physically abused him but because he was her main source of exhaustion (since she had to work to provide for him) she's slowly started growing hateful towards him and jake basically tried all of his life to please her just to fail miserably. his mother was never a mother to him, father not in the picture at all and after years of verbal and mental abuse he found a safe haven in jay. they met in middle school and for jake it was quite clear from the very beginning that that guy was his soulmate. he'd never openly say it bc they're too goofy and unserious for that (bc of their childhoods) but there's no person on this planet he's as grateful for as he is for jay.
jay's backstory is kinda similar to heeseung's just the other way around. up until he was seven he had the most picture perfect family with two loving parents who loved their son and each other with everything they have, until his father passed away in a car accident and his mother started resenting her son because he survived and the love of her life didn't. similar to the parks and heeseung he unfortunately was also mentally, physically, emotionally and verbally abused up until he moved out for college and the only person in his life, besides his friend, to show him love was his grandmother. she was the one taking care of him when his mother was at work and she'd even cry with him whenever she spotted new bruises. the only reason he goes back to his hometown every now and then is to visit her grave and keep her updated on his life.
both jake and jay dont have contact to their mothers so they're each other's only family. jay always introduces jake as his brother and whenever people ask him who his favorite person is jake responds with jay. they really are each other's rocks and im literally tearing up writing this URGH
9 notes
·
View notes
Note
i have returned yet again to give you my ideas 🙃
from the last fic where you did the tang brothers hair abs they called the reader big sister/big brother that game me an idea
what if the twins had an older sibling? born before them and didn't look much like the twins even when they hadn't gotten their powers?
of course i'm gonna add that the older sibling is taller than the both of them (6'3 of course) The reader liked to carry their brothers and acted as their "protector" when they got scared or possibly when they got teased at school i think that would be hella cute. I was gonna add that the sibling could've also gotten powers but I don't know if they're another journey to the west that could fit with sun wukong and macaque sibling wise (if you do know you can add that the sibling has the powers of that character^^)
but of course now the two brothers have a very rocky relationship but the older sibling hasn't made any attempts to fix the problem between the two, hoping they'll eventually make up so they can all be one big family again and usually watches the both of the brothers from the sidelines to make sure they're ok but they don't know it. I feel like this would be hella angsty lol
Did they ever say they were twins? I only ever see them call each other brothers. Idk how old Xuan even is i don't have him so the game will not allow me to know his secrets 👁🗨👁🗨
I think if they had an older sibling, they'd definitely rely on them lots as kids. (Xuan maybe less), i also think it's more interesting for that sibling to remain 'human', since it means now the tables have turned and THEY have to protect them!!
I'm assuming this idea is purely family kinda love and no inc3st, but even if it comes to family i think Yun would be possessive. It's like when a child prefer it's dad or it's mom. Well, you're the favorite! To this day Xuang probably actually sees his siblings most often and tries to stay on good terms- i mean why should his relationship with YUN affect his relationship with his other sibling?? Yun meanwhile always has to wait for Xuan to leave you alone to pay visits he'l usually always come to you with something- a trinket or a snack. It's a rare thing, for Tang Yun to gift. But you're special to him, you're someone he looked- looks up to. He feels bad for all the trouble he causes. Xuan's grown out of it, he acts like an adult. He can take care of himself, but he won't be shy to come back to rely on someone like an older sibling. Yun? He has no one else but them. He's bad at shouldering things. He crawls back any time something goes wrong. He doesn't know how to adult. He probably can only cook microwave ramen poor guy. You always doted on him and now it's come to bite you back. They love their sibling, they just hate each other. When everything goes to shit, they're there for em :(
#HGNHGN#LET ME ADOPT THESE TWO#marry?#cohabitate with them.#tang xuan x reader#tang yun x reader#tang yun x reader x tang xuan
69 notes
·
View notes
Note
HAHAH also you thought, new request coming up yes ma'am👍🏻 this may or may not be the one I've had some writing plans for too =}
Can I perhaps ask for a oneshot with Kyle with this reader. And they're just an absolute troll to him, for example, smacking things out of his hands when he's just minding his own business, poking at him to annoy him, constantly tryna get into his personal space, mean remarks being thrown left and right. Basically just trying everything in their power to get a reaction out of him, you get the drill😅
(Could be throughout the events when he was still being hella annoying or after all that, whatever fits your preference!!) So my idea kind of was that the two of them end up getting stuck together somewhere while being separated from their monsties and Tsukino in the process, (cave opening collapsing and needing to find a different way out perhaps? Hadn't thought much about that ahah..) but basically just leaving Kyle to deal with their annoying ass for the entire ride. Though after a while of eating at eachother, and he just ends up snapping at them, the reader tries going for a more respectful and gentle approach while also explaining that they behave the way they do torwards him in particular because they've in fact actually grown a liking to him. It's just their way of showing that they're comfortable enough to show their inner child around him.
I like this idea! XD Hope you enjoy it!💖
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You’re My Comfort Zone
Kyle thinks you’re quite the annoyance, but an incident leaves him with a change of heart after discovering the truth.
Kyle would give anything to be at his brothers’ mercy again. Being the youngest meant you were bullied and teased by the older males in your family. It was a fact of life for Kyle. When he left home, he thought that he wouldn’t have to worry about watching his back for that kind of behavior again.
But it wouldn’t be Kyle’s life if the universe proved him wrong.
So along comes you.
You would look for any opening, any chance, any situation to bug him in. And the worst part for Kyle was that he didn’t understand what he did to deserve it. Well...scratch that. He knows very well. But it’s been a year since he’s tried to hunt you and Ratha down. Heck, he even helped you guys beat Oltura.
So why do you feel the need to bother him so?
“Okay, so I think-Hey!” Kyle was looking at a map when you ripped it out of his hands, leaving soma strands of paper behind.
“Oh like you can read a map.” You retorted with a smirk as you glanced at the paper that had a neatly drawn area of Pomore Gardens. Kyle folded his arms with a glare.
“Probably better than you.” He remarked, and that’s when you walked by him and quickly flicked his forehead with a giggle, running off before he could get angry with you.
“Y/N got you there.” Tsukino snickered from behind her paw. Kyle gave his palico a glare before stomping off after you. Even though you irritated him, you guys were still working together on quests.
He didn’t understand why you were trying so hard to get a reaction out of him, and normally, he reacted. Kyle doesn’t have much patience as we all know, so it’s surprising that he’s gone this far without literally snapping. I mean, the things you would say to him were so teasing and unnecessary. He would just be sitting by the fire and you push him over (luckily away from the embers). Kyle would just be walking and you would come up from behind, jab him in the ribs (causing a manly shriek to erupt from him), and run away cackling.
He was just about fed up with it, and at the worst time too.
“Some hunter you are. Look at us, stuck in some cave like idiots.” You said to Kyle while folding your arm, which he could hardly see thanks to the cave’s eternal darkness.
What happened was that you guys got word of a gore magala in the area. Of course, this meant frenzied monsters. While Kyle was on high alert, your annoying ass was too busy trying to bug him (which led to him being distracted), and no one noticed the frenzied nargacuga nearby. The attack led to confusion which led to you and Kyle being separated from Tsukino and the monsties. You guys were chased into a cave, where Kyle shot the ceiling to stop the frenzied monster from chasing. Now you guys had to find another way out.
“And how is this my fault? If I recall, I was the one who kept us from being a monster’s dinner.” Kyle growled at you as guys stumbled over rocks and ducked under ledges trying to find some other way out of the cave.
“You should’ve been keeping an eye out.” You retorted and Kyle bit his tongue.
“I was...” Kyle dragged on his words. He was reaching his breaking point, he could feel it, and one last remark from you made him snap.
“What? Being a little-” You started to say, but he turned to shout at you.
“I was too busy dealing with your annoying childish behavior! Why do you have to be so mean to me?” Kyle snapped at you, but his last sentence sounded like he was just sad. Actually sad, and confused as to why you treated him like he was a horrible person.
You were silent at his outburst, but Kyle didn’t care. He just turned and continued down the path with you following quietly behind him.
Around ten minutes passed until you spoke again, voice gentler.
“You know, there has to be an exit up ahead. Caves can’t go on forever.” You said in an uplifting tone, trying to lighten the mood and forget about what happened a while ago.
“Hm.” Kyle didn’t even turn to look at you. You grew a bit anxious at this.
“I bet you’ve dealt with this kind of stuff before, being a hunter and all. You’ll get us out of this.” You said, being mindful of your tone and trying to sound more respectful to your partner. Because in the end, that’s what Kyle was, your partner.
“Mm hm.” Kyle mumbled back, but still not talking to you. You realized that his behavior wasn’t going to change without an apology and a proper explanation. He was due both of them, especially now that you noticed how he felt about it.
“Look, I’m sorry, the whole monster situation...wasn’t your fault. I should’ve paid more attention. You’re right, I was being an annoyance to you. I just...it’s how I act around you.” You said softly to him, rubbing your arm in embarrassment. Kyle then stopped walking and slightly looked over his shoulder to glance at you.
“Then can you tell me why you treat me like I’m below you?” He asked, turning around to face you fully. You got a bit flustered.
“I just feel comfortable around you, like I can be the real me. Despite all that’s happened, I’ve grown to like you. I feel like I can bug you and tease you and just be a child without worry...but I was ignorant to how you felt about it...so I’m sorry.” You said while bowing your head and biting your lip. Kyle was a friend, and you didn’t want him to think otherwise. You sincerely hoped that you didn’t just ruin anything.
“That’s it?” He asked, causing you to look up in shock.
“What do you mean?” You asked him.
“All I wanted to know was why you acted like that. I thought you disliked me, but knowing the opposite makes me a little relieved.” Kyle said and you felt a weight lift off your shoulders.
“Really?” You asked with a smile and he nodded even though you couldn’t really see him.
“Yeah, I mean, I was used to being the butt of all my older brothers’ antics, but they did it because they felt comfortable enough to do so. I should’ve assumed the same. We’re still friends, Y/N.” He said and you laughed, moving to hug him, which caused him to stutter in shock.
“I’m pleased to hear that! You are indeed my comfort zone Kyle!” You said in glee, but Kyle merely growled while gently pushing you away and off of him.
“Don’t push it.”
The rest of the cave adventure was full of chatter, the banter and remarks now having more meaning now that Kyle understood where you were coming from. Instead of being hurt, he found enjoyment in it. He was glad that he now held such a regard in your life. Kyle finally found a good friend.
The only thing that made him feel better was the sunlight that hit his face when you guys finally found the way out.
#monster hunter stories#monster hunter stories 2#mhst#mhst2#kyle#kyle x reader#mhst2 kyle x reader#mhst2 kyle#monster hunter stories 2 kyle
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
Izaya is Saki's guardian confirmed. At 21 he also apparently looks young enough that he could've been mistaken for her boyfriend- she and Masaomi are 14, I'm pretty sure. Then again, this takes place in 2002, when it was 'cool' for girls to have older boyfriends, so maybe this doesn't say all that much. Badger games is a way to address playing tricks to extort somebody or make them vulnerable, so Izaya is stating that he doesn't have bad intentions. Which is a hella weird thing to introduce yourself with- But as much as Izaya is the king of half-truths and implying falsehoods by his silence or refusal to answer, it's exceedingly rare for him to straight up lie, so it's save to assume he truly is approaching Masaomi out of curiosity and a wish to observe an interesting person more closely, rather than anything more nefarious.
On his side, we see that Masaomi is somebody who likes to fit in and feels safe with groups to similarly minded people; although that was more than obvious by now. But this immediately set a hard line between him and Izaya, who is the epitome of a societal misfit. And yet, he can't help but have an interest in this random guy who understands people better than they seem to understand themselves. And of course, Saki's blind admiration doesn't help.
He also mentions that Izaya follows Saki around like a ghost. Ghosts are usually quiet, no? So from that I gather that even now, well past high school, Izaya isn't exactly the most social. That might just be because he tends to scare people off though... Either way, I think he uses this little cult of girls to form initial connections for him, as he seems to struggle with doing that on his own. He's probably still in process of learning to mask perfectly.
Alternatively it could also mean he's actually just concerned for Saki- Masaomi IS a gang leader after all, even if he's only a middle schooler.
And here we have Masaomi doing the classic "I can fix him", but in reverse. Usually not a very good base for a relationship, but since anyone following this blog can agree that liking Izaya is hardly a real flaw, I think we can forgive him for this one.
That's right Saki, you shouldn't have to change or fix or abandon current friendships or interests for the sake of a romantic relationship!
So the blue squares were always terribly nasty, and despite Walkers words earlier, this section clearly makes it sound like they started the war. But Masaomi knew the real solution; he knew they'd be safe and left alone if he simply gave up on the yellow scarves and laid down their claim to territory. And the reason he didn't was simple and selfish; he was afraid to be alone- even though the original yellow scarves were mostly class mates, and he has a girlfriend who will almost certainly stick with him.
So, upon Saki's suggestion, because of course she holds the real power in their dynamic, Masaomi starts using Izaya; Who provides him many wins, and even explains various tactics to him. And I somehow doubt Masaomi is paying for any of this. Yes, it could all be a plan to make him dependant, but nothing here actually implies that's the case- maybe we should consider that Izaya might simply be generous and dislike bullying? In which the older blue squares are the bullies— I mean taking down a bully is one of the first things he does in the very first book... It's not exactly a big stretch.
I do love the way Izaya greets him. It's so uncanny and joyful!
So, Saki's kidnapping- I've read in various places that Izaya supposedly organized that himself, but I've scanned through the entire book, and found no evidence for that claim. It also falls right in line with the types of tactics the blue squares were already using, underhanded and mean, and singling people out.
Obviously, he didn't answer his phone- but this entire sequence is only 20 minutes! I don't know about you guys, but I frequently have hours in which I can't pick up, and I'm not nearly as busy as Izaya was during this time. We don't know why either- perhaps he even knew of the situation and was calling the cops- or having somebody else do so, since those do show up right after Kyouhei's gang drive off. It could be on purpose, yes, but was it?
And even if he had answered- He's an informant, not a super hero. What could he have told Masaomi that would've actually changed the situation? It's Masaomi himself who ultimately lacked the guts the step in. He himself even admitted as much in the hospital scene described earlier.
#DRRR#DRRR!!#Durarara#Durarara!!#masaomi kida#kida masaomi#orihara izaya#izaya orihara#saki mikajima#mikajima saki
43 notes
·
View notes
Text
Entry 1/Introductions
hey!
so i really havent used tumblr before really so im not sure if this is the best place for what im doing but regardless im posting it here
~welcome to my blog~
the purpose is to document my life as a whole but its also my senior year so even more reason to record it!
this blog will be my safe space to spill anything, the good and the bad, of my upcoming life. in all honesty im not sure how well ill keep up with posts or how much effort ill end up putting into them but i will try to update at least once a week for sure.
ok so now onto me :)
hello again! im rose, i use he/they pronouns and i am 17. for anyone wonder, which i dont know why but i guess i can just state it to get it out of the way, im a cis queer guy. i use queer as my label because i very much dislike labels for myself lmao. im attracted to men way more often than not but if the right person for me isnt a guy the im not going to let gender/sex get in the way of love and im not sure pansexual really fits the way i feel. queerness ill say is a part of me but not something i identify with as much as i did in middle school. ill make a separate post about this perhaps. (ill mention that my name isnt actually rose irl and its just my pen name for the blog. i have no reason to be secretive really besides to hide my identity from friends, family and people who think they might know me, especially with the topics i might write about, but also i didnt put too much effort into disconnection rose and myself so if youre one of my irl friends, hi :p ) i am a high school student, but i am mostly taking college classes at a community college. im a photo major! photography is a recent thing that i started basically the same time i started college. i sorta took a leap into photo classes and decided that i might as well major in it since ive always been a creative person and since my high school was paying for my tuition. honestly college has been really fun but its school and sometimes i get burnt out really easily which sucks. ill probably talk about this more some other time. i havent really decided on a style of photography that i prefer yet but this fall ill start a portraiture lighting class as well as a color theory class, both im really excited for.
recently ive found myself changing or perhaps growing into a more typical "teenager" recently. this growth is a drastic change from who i was as a kid and that sort of scares me but i think i like the idea of who i can become. i started taking an interest in cars which sort of came out of know where. it might be because i got my license last december and have been driving a lot more but its also rooted in my ex too. (at the begging of this summer i got into a relationship with this guy who was my first everything, and we also ended it in july which hurt hella but again this is a topic for another post later) he was a total car guy and it was something we were bonding over. he would teach/talk about cars and i listened and started to take an actual interest. we went to a few car shows and it was honestly a prefect date/hangout for us because he liked cars of course but i also got to bring my camera and take photos. definitely something i miss doing. my first car was a 2004 honda pilot. it was a manual and i tried learning how to drive it and i got the gist but ended up selling it and getting an automatic 2006 honda pilot lol. this car ive had since february and its lowkey dying now which pisses me. my grandpa was the one who ended up buying it for me which i appreciate very much dont get me wrong but he bought it off these sketchy guys and didnt get it checked out right away for any problems and now im paying extra money in repairs. currently im trying to save for something more "extra" like a mustang or a bmw or honestly an older honda like a prelude or accord, though on my salary as a host in a small restaurant i have barely $4.5k saved and i started work about the same time i got the 06 pilot. i know these cars are a bit on the pricey side but im giving myself till new years to save for something and if i dont find anything by then, ill keep my money in savings for college after i graduate. (that is with the hopes my 06 pilot lasts me through that long :,) )
so yeah. i work as a host at a restaurant. its my first job and i honestly really like it. i get paid $16.50 an hour and i get tipped out by the waitresses on top of that. on average i make about $500 in a pay period which is two weeks. i wish i had more hours but also i dont. i usually use work as an excuse to procrastinate or completely ignore school work which is really self destructive because i convince myself that im productive but in reality i need to be more focused on school. my work ethic is pretty good though i think. i always say yes if someone needs a cover or if i need to come in ealry/on a day off. after the break up i took a bunch of extra shifts and started taking caterings for longer hours and to keep me busy. in the past 2 pay periods i clocked about 50 hours each and made $850 each. this has again been really nice for savings but not for my summer classes. this pay period i had a double catering and i should clock in about 40 ish hours. ill have one more pay period after this one before i will talk to my manager about scheduling me only friday-sunday and see about scheduling me caterings more rather than hosting since i make more that way. theyre pretty good about accommodating hours/days which is really cool but my manager always complains. i feel bad but also i really shouldnt because i need to do better in school first and i already do so much more than what i get paid for honestly so she really doesnt have any reason to say anything. (especially since we just hired 3 new girls after the summer hires left) all my coworkers love me but also everyone shit talks eachother behind their backs so i always wonder if they say anything about me lol. if they are then they should put that energy somewhere else because how are you guys gonna shit talk a 17 year old when you all are 25+???
my music taste is the opposite in regards to changing drastically. i find myself returning to the music i grew up with and even expanding with similar artists. for a quick family overview my step dad who raised me since i was three was/is a tattoo artist and very much in the punk scene. my mom was in the artistic performance and alternative scene. both these adults raised a very punk baby with all the classics and now like i said, after not really interested or listening to music often for awhile, im back to my roots. this is very comforting however when me and my ex were dating he was a big influence in the reintroduction. so do i corrilate some music to him? yes. does it hurt? im not sure. its very confusing but i listen to it on blast regardless and will most likely have hearing problems by the time im 30 T~T a lot of what ive been listening to on repeat is radiohead which was "our band" and i still think it is. im a very sentimental person and cant/wont diconnect these feelings probably ever. i do this a lot. this time though i havent had the urge to stop listening which is a reliefe because i enjoy the music but also because i think itd hurt me if i found hate or sadness in the music rather than the love and bond we once shared through these songs. something ive been considering is posting a song with every post or at the very least at the end of the week. maybe even a playlist at the end of the month? not sure yet. i think music tatse is something that changes with me all the time so its something worth recording here. oh also i def will post cd hauls here too! i have a small collection started but definetely wanna get more.
lets see i dont read often but my favorite books are alice in wonderland, the warden's daughter, they both die at the end, coraline and currently i am reading solitaire by alice oseman. ive read her heartstopper series and have taken a serious interest in tori's story. for my favorite shows i binge watch shows so often and then forget about them just as fast as i watch them lol. i really like soul eater, downtown, daria, the midnight gospel, the walking dead, initial d, madoka magica, and some others i cant think of right now.
hmm~ i cant really think about anything else to write at the moment, plus ive been typing for awhile and should get to bed, so i think ill end it here.
i dont really expect anyone to read this blog in all honesty but its something i wanna do for myself and if a few people take interest or relate to anything i talk about i think thats enough :)
#my blog#blog#my journal#journal#my post#post#school#senior year#student#student life#high school#college#art student#photography#working#honda#bmw#mustang#solitaire#heartstopper#midnight gospel#downtown#daria#the walking dead#madoka magica#soul eater#safe space#queer community#queer teen#lgbtq
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
For Eddie (A playlist created by me inspired by my love for Eddie Munson)
So these are all the songs I have put together for this playlist I created and I tend to listen from time to time. A lot of these makes me think of Eddie and I cherish them. Hope you all enjoy. I intend to edit and add more songs to the playlist in the future if any songs fit in the playlist to me.
After Dark by Mr. Kitty: Honestly I think about the music video someone created for this that was edited from the movie Career Opportunities. Something about roller-skating around in an empty store alone with Eddie just sounds like a randomly great date.
All I Wanted by Paramore: I really want to write a fic based off of this or someone else to. Every time I read an unrequited love angst fic about Eddie, this song is playing in my head.
Baby Got Back by Sir Mix a lot: Still think Eddie would love this song if he loved big girls.
Back in Black by AC/DC: Eddie would love this
Back in the Saddle by Aerosmith: And this one too
Before I Forget by Slipknot: Eddie pegs me as a Slipknot fan.
Big and Chunky by Will.I.Am: Eddie loves us big girls. This is a battle I am willing to die for.
Bodies by Drowning Pool: I feel like this is a super metal song he would love automatically.
Boom Boom Boom by the Vengaboys: This is just my fave song by the Vengaboys.
Bring me to Life by Evanescence: I am convinced Eddie would consider this a beautiful love song.
Cannibals by Hey Violet: I want Eddie/Joseph’s body to be donated to me. That is all
Cherry Pie by Warrant: I want an au where Eddie falls for a stripper or something and this is the song she should dance to. That would be great.
Closer by Nine Inch Nails: Because I personally would love to get fucked like an animal by Eddie.
Come as you are by Nirvana: I am convinced 90s Eddie would be into the whole grunge thing and Nirvana would be one of his faves.
Coming Undone by Korn: Eddie probably would actually listen to Korn unironically.
Crawling by Linkin Park: Eddie would have loved Linkin Park.
Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry: Ever since I read this one fic where stripper Eddie danced to this song, I can only ever associate this song with him.
Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne: This is a classic.
Dead Bodies Everywhere by Korn: Eddie would relate to this song a lot.
Death by Rock and Roll by the Pretty Reckless: If Eddie could he would want his tombstone to say ‘Death by Rock and Roll’
Do You Wanna Touch Me by Joan Jett: Another fic I read where this song was mentioned and now I only ever think about Eddie for this.
Dragula by Rob Zombie: I have no idea. I just think Eddie would really fuck with this song.
Duality by Slipknot: He just really fucks the way the guitar just melts well with the drums.
Eat Me by Demi Lovato: This is a banger and Eddie would definitely get behind this.
Enemy by Imagine Dragons: Everyone really was his enemy, like literally.
Enter Sandman by Metallica: I don’t think this needs an explanation.
Even Flow by Pearl Jam: Idk if just reminds me of Eddie.
Everywhere I go by Hollywood Undead: I can’t quite put my finger on why this song makes me think of Eds but it does.
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica: Nough said
Forgotten by Avril Lavigne: This is a song I used on Faded Memories so I always think of Eddie.
GUY.exe by Superfruit: I wish I could synthesize Eddie into my life 😅
Guys My Age by Hey Violet: This is technically more for Joseph since he is a few years older than me but is super mature and idk I just love it.
Gypsy by Dio: Eddie would love this since its Dio
Head like a Hole cover by Gina and the Eastern Block: AU where Eddie is either a switch or a sub has me thinking about this.
Hella Good by No Doubt: For some reason makes me think of Eddie
Highway to Hell by AC/DC: Since everyone thinks he worships satan he would just be like “Well fuck it guess I’m on the highway to hell anyways”
Honest by Mali Koa: My fic faded memories.
I Love Rock n’ Roll by Joan Jett: Self Explanatory
I was made for lovin’ you by Kiss: Eddie claims this is the best love song ever.
In the End by Linkin Park: This is Eddie’s Gospel
Kick me by Sleeping with Sirens: Another one of Eddie’s Gospels.
Kickapoo by Tenacious D: He really would stand with one leg on his throne and just proudly exclaim “Tis I who fucked the dragon!” during a campaign and I could picture it.
Last Resort by Papa Roach: Eddie definitely fucks with this song.
Master of Puppets by Metallica: You know why
Metal Health by Quiet Riot: Great banger. You can’t tell me Eddie wouldn’t bang his head to this song.
My Dick by Mickey Avalon: He just really finds this song hilarious as shit.
Next Contestant by Nickelback: That one scene from my fic.
Numb by Linkin Park: Eddie is a huge fan of Linkin Park okay.
Only Girl by Rihanna: Make this a rock cover and and Eddie would swoon if someone sang this for him.
Paranoid by Black Sabbath: Now you know for a fact Eddie was a Black Sabbath fan.
Pour some sugar on me by Def Leppard: Eddie would fuck someone to this song. I’m sorry I don’t make the rules.
Same old Song and Dance by Aerosmith: From the scene of my fic.
Shout at the Devil by Motley Crue: Again totally going after the fuck it attitude since people think he worships satan.
Skin of my Teeth by Demi Lovato: In an AU where Eddie uses more drugs, this song would be too relatable to him.
Spitfire by the Prodigy: Oddly reminds me of Eddie
Stand up and Shout by Dio: Convinced this is Eddie’s fave song on this album.
Still into you by Paramore: Cute song
Straight Through the Heart by Dio: Song mentioned in my fic
Super Freaky Girl by Nicki Minaj: I wanna F-R-E-A-K with him. 😏
Unholy by Sam Smith: Eddie could do several Unholy things to me and I would thank him.
Up & Down by the Vengaboys: If you know you know.
Walk this Way by Aerosmith: Eddie just loves this song.
Welcome to the Jungle by Guns’ n Roses: If his D&D campaigns had a theme song this would be it
You Drive me Wild by the Runaways: Eddie drives us all wild. What else can I say?
#eddie#eddie munson#eddie playlist#eddie munson playlist#stranger things#this is music#eddie munson x reader#stranger things fanfiction#eddie x reader#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x female reader
9 notes
·
View notes
Text
Second Gen
I wrote a short Argyle fic, inspired by that amazing Surfer Boy headcanon.
It’s on Ao3. And also below because I can’t get the Ao3 announcement to show up in the tag.
Rating: General
Type: Gen
Word count: 900
Is Jonathan mentioned? Yes!
Summary: His dad has a saying. The first generation creates the business; the second generation grows the business; the third generation drives it into the ground.
By business he means pizza. He also means money.
“Prove me wrong. Don't lose it,” his dad rumbles, in between big mouthfuls of hot sauce covered scrambled eggs and energetic slurps of black coffee. “God willing I’ll be dead by the time you're in charge, but I'll still be watching.”
In between careful bites of his own eggs, sunny side up on buttered toast, yolk drips here, there and everywhere but so worth it, a contemplative sip of orange juice, he thinks about what his dad said.
“But I'm the second generation,” he points out.
With a clatter of knife and fork, his dad stands up and leans over the table. He sniffs him, dubious. He sniffs, too, reflexively.
Relax, he reminds himself. It's ok. It's only 7 a.m.
His dad thumps back into his seat and frowns.
"Your brothers…They’re the second generation. Dependable. Hard-working. Sober.”
“Sober,” he agrees, trying not to sound depressed on their behalf. They’re so tense.
His brothers are fifteen and sixteen years older than him. They are, he has to admit, awfully responsible. All that working, and working and working. He doesn’t see much of them, though they all live in the family compound. When he does see them they ask about his grades, which could be, he's man enough to admit, better. Or they tell him to clean his room, it stinks. To turn down his music, it's bad. That he should go for a run; if he exercised he'd feel better about himself. He'd be capable of focus. He'd get better grades, clean his room, possibly develop better taste in music. He nods and smiles, promises his brothers he'll get on it right away. He buys a new pair of sneakers, a headband and wristbands. He visualizes himself running, running like a mustang, mane and tail streaming behind him. Then he gets tired and has to take a nap.
It’s not that he purposely forgets, has some kind of agenda to thwart his brothers. He loves them. He agrees with them: he has room to improve. He hasn’t yet peaked. It's just that he's got a lot of other things on his mind.
Burning Spear is in town next week, he has a mile high blondie recipe he's dying to try out, and there’s a new guy at school who seems like he needs a friend. He is so sad; it’s almost funny. Like, what can possibly make someone that sad?
Come to think of it, living with all of them is a bit like having three dads. Maybe he is the third generation and no one is telling him?
“Your brothers will grow this company. Expand it well beyond California. What will you contribute beyond ‘awesome' pizza names? Tomato Toile. Madrastic Margherita. Pepperoni Plaidness.” With each name his dad’s voice gets more basso, more indignant. Tidbits of green speckled egg shoot out of his mouth; they land on his plate but that’s not a problem. Circle of life.
“Pepperoni Plaidness," he marvels. "That’s amazing. How can I beat that?” He can picture it. Strips of pepperoni, slices of green and yellow peppers and red onions arranged in grids on a background of white cheese.
His dad is glaring at him. He recalibrates; hunches his shoulders and looks at him through his curtain of hair, soulful, sad puppy style. Please don't kick me. Like that little guy in shop class.
"That's hella harsh, duuu,” his dad is still glaring at him, "aaaaaddd."
So he gets a job at Surfer Boy. "Wherever you think I'll fit," he says, magnanimous. A veritable Buddha. "I'm second generation, here to help. I want to learn the ropes. I want to grow me as well as the company - personally, professionally, whatever!”
He fits at the bottom.
It's cool. He likes pizza. Eating it, driving it places, making it (though he's not allowed to do that yet; in fact, the staff tell him to stay well out of the kitchen until he's learned to braid his hair). Then there's talking to people about pizza - helping them make good pie choices. There are so many factors to consider: temperature and wind speed and cloud cover; breakfast, lunch, second lunch, snack, early or on time or late dinner or bedtime snack. Will it be eaten cold or hot? With beer or milk? The next day or the next week? He likes to help customers get out of their comfort zones; once or twice he's found someone who agrees they need to.
When he drives the van (it’s no Beemer or Benz, but it’s roomy and rides better than he expected: untapped potential) he likes to think of new pizza combinations. One especially productive afternoon he came up with Potitzza: Velveeta smothered french fries on a base of tomato sauce, thick crust probably needed. Guacizza: a mash of avocado, onion, jalapeno, lime juice, cilantro and chopped fresh tomatoes on a thin n' crispy, cheese-free shell. And the pièce de résistance: Salizza. Sun dried tomatoes, black olives and mozzarella with lettuce on top. How California is that?
Very.
Competition has emerged. California Pizza Kitchen. Sure, it's only in Beverly Hills, but he's heard the rumors: BBQ Chicken Pizza.
It's important to keep up.
6 notes
·
View notes
Text
ok listen i’m working in a radiography clinic over the summer and last week the most beautiful doctor came in and immediately my mind went to doctor!Eunwoo and i broke down today at @nataliekaytbh so buddy thank u for crying w me today over Eunwoo
are you ready
because i’m sure as hell not
i’ll be crying over doctor!Eunwoo this whole summer
intern Sanha
relegated to the registration counter
meaning that when patients come into the radiographer's he takes their name and phone number and puts it into the system and gives them a waiting number
also meaning that when five patients arrive all at once he's up to his eyes in names and numbers and trying not to go cross eyed my poor child
here to make money not to learn so he doesn't mind doing registration and being busy anyway
highkey me
nurse Jinjin
reads out said waiting number and then brings patients into the x-ray room
and has to confirm they're not pregnant or anything that makes them unable to be exposed to X-rays and stuff in general
also helps sanha do registration sometimes when the queue gets a bit too long
radiographer Bin
most of the time sleepily mans the x-ray machines
sometimes the patients ask him if their x-rays are okay or if there's anything wrong with them
what the hell
Bin's not a doctor he wouldn't know
And so tells them that
And gets whacked on the head by nurse Jinjin who comes to escort out the mildly shocked patients with a forced polite smile on his face @ the patient & a glare @ Bin
Shakes his fist indignantly at Jinjin when he leaves
Lab tech MJ
has the lab right next to the radiographer's clinic
Usually collects blood samples from patients
is very good with needles
is also very good at laUGHING and telling jokes in order to make people forget they're here to get blood sucked out of their souls with a giant needle
sometimes laughs really loudly and makes the radiographer clinic patients wonder what's going on
sometimes makes jinjin wonder what's going on too
not that he gets jealous or anything
not at all
coughs
Nurse rocky
Eunwoo's runner, mostly
Sometimes for the urgent cases that need to be processed immediately rocky doesn't wait for the computer system (which takes centuries) to receive the x-ray
He goes down immediately to bin's and asks whoever's at the registration desk to print it out
i.e, Sanha
i.e., the intern without the password to access x-rays
which means he has to go to jinjin or bin for them
after which he hand-delivers them to Dr. Eunwoo
a lot of staff now know Rocky by name simply because he's always running up and down from Eunwoo's clinic to different departments trying to get stuff for Eunwoo
a sweetheart, really
charms the pants off of all the female nurses
also charmed MJ enough to get MJ to call him whenever MJ's done drawing blood samples from someone from Eunwoo’s clinic
Efficiency™ because that's the way Eunwoo works
ok so mostly because Eunwoo always sends Rocky down he's never been to the radiographer's
Until one day
Sanha messes up
It isn't really a bad mess up !!!!
He just keyed in someone's identification number wrongly
But the thing is that he's been doing that quite a few times
I mean to be fair he's just an intern
And also because he's just started the job !! He makes a couple mistakes sometimes
can you tell I'm basing Sanha off of me and just trying to defend myself rip vivi get ur shit together ;;;;;;
But every time Sanha messes up and Jinjin doesn't manage to check on it and correct it properly the report with the mess up gets sent to Rocky
And Rocky has to waste time trying to fix the mess up
Which takes Rocky away from the important things !! Eunwoo needs him to do !!
But also when Rocky fixes the reports he has to slide on his glasses and it makes all Eunwoo’s patients swoon a Little
Before they go into Eunwoo’s consultation room and swoon a Lot
And so Eunwoo is mildly frustrated and decides to go down during one of his breaks to find out why the radiographer has been messing up the reports so much
And so he swishes his lab coat on & swings his stethoscope off & polishes his glasses and heads downstairs to the radiographer's
Only to see poor Sanha piled underneath a stack of registration forms full of names and phone numbers
Oh
Okay
So that's why
And nurse Jinjin is running around like a headless chicken trying to shuffle the right people from the X-ray room to the waiting room and vice versa
And Bin is slumped in his room giving instructions in a monotonous voice to the patients
"take a deeeeep breath"
"don't think of elephants"
"sike lmao I bet u did"
“stOP LAUGHING OH MY GOD YOU’RE GOING TO MESS UP THE XRAY”
"oh my god I didn't tell you to stop breathing you can breathe now"
And the phone is ringing wildly ("so that's why our calls are never answered," Eunwoo thinks) off the hook but nobody can respond because they have like 50 million people in the queue
no lie today i had 50 patients come in over the span of 2 hours it was truly a mess
And so Eunwoo waits for a while
until Jinjin notices that everyone hasn't been speaking for a while and instead staring at a certain corner of the room
in which Eunwoo has been leaning on the wall tapping away on his phone, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose
Looking very much like an angel !!!!!!!!!!!
If angels came with lab coats and glasses
And there's some gentle tittering from the older female patients and some not so gentle whispering and giggling from younger ones
Sanha hasn't even looked up from the registration desk poor dear but if he did he would have-
"oh my god"
Oh well there's sanha looking up then
I mean to be fair jinjin's thought process is somewhere along the same line
But he also has a job to do and no insanely attractive doctor will distract him from it !!!
I mean, an insanely attractive lab tech might but
You know what I mean
Responsible™ Jinjin
So when Jinjin escorts the last giggly girl out of the X-ray room (to be fair the radiographer AND the nurse are both very attractive so really what are the patients to do?) they both finally turn to Eunwoo
And Eunwoo looks up from where he's playing angry birds on his phone to Jinjin smiling politely and Sanha just plain out staring
"hi why are u here where's Rocky"
Jinjin, smacking Sanha on the head: "don't be rude son but yes why are u here where's Rocky"
Eunwoo, smiling that really cute crinkly eyed smile: "nah I just came to see what the situation was with the radiography room since Rocky always has to correct stuff on the reports you guys send up"
Sanha, alarmed and scrambling to defend himself: "djkshdks I-"
Jinjin, pressing his hand against Sanha's mouth: "ah yes it's me I've been the one messing up sorry about that I'll be more careful in the future"
Sanha, confused bc jinjin's covering for him?????
literally me when my boss kind of did the same thing??? guilt x100
Bin, coming out of the X-ray room: "are u covering for Sanha??"
Jinjin spluttering because he's trying to be nice but they're both exposing Sanha
Bin also spluttering because
Wow
Holy shit
Is that a real doctor
Probably not
Eunwoo also spluttering because
Wow
Holy shit
Is that a real radiographer??
Because hi he would like to quit his job and intern at the radiography clinic please
Bin seriously reconsidering his career choices and wondering if it's too late to replace Rocky as a nurse in Eunwoo's clinic because wow
Sanha turning to Jinjin and saying in a very low, serious voice: "while they're ogling each other I think we should escape"
Also Sanha: talk shit get hit gets hit on the head by Bin who coughs grumpily and says
"Listen I don't know who you think you are but here at the radiographer's we're very busy with um like X-rays and radiography and like uh x-raying people and stuff so like"
"could u like move along"
Eunwoo: "it's your lunch break rn"
Bin, defensively: "weLL YES jinjin apologised for his (Sanha's) mistakes so move along now"
Bin avoiding all eye contact by staring at Eunwoo’s lab coat
Which fits Eunwoo very well, he thinks
Doesn't need to be buttoned but hugs him in all the right places
Which is just as well since eunwoo's in a boring (very well tailored) dress shirt and boring (very well tailored) slacks
And very nice glasses he looks very smart and handsome and
Wait I mean
Bin, turning bright red & coughing: "wow yes we gotta gO"
And ngl eunwoo is a little hurt because there are Very Little people in this world who deny eunwoo's small crinkly smile
And there are Even Lesser people who become grumpy when eunwoo smiles his sunshine beam
And this really cute radiographer with black square glasses too big for his face and a small pout is being very grumpy indeed
So eunwoo smiles at Sanha and Jinjin, takes his leave and wanders out of the clinic back upstairs to his own, wondering what he did wrong
And so when Eunwoo leaves, Jinjin immediately whirls around and hits Bin on the shoulder
"WHAT WAS THAT"
(smack) "WHY DID YOU TELL HIM TO LEAVE"
(more smacks) "HE WAS EYEING YOU UP"
(smacks again) "YOU COULD HAVE BAGGED THAT SWEET CANDY"
Bin, sulkily: "like you could have bagged MJ hyung?"
Jinjin, turning red and mumbling under his breath and stalking away
Sanha, thoughtfully: "am I the only one here without somebody to bag"
And so life goes on in the radiography room, with MJ popping in and out to collect blood samples from patients who need Labstix and are in line for their x-ray and Jinjin blushing every time MJ so much as beams in his general direction
Sanha snorting because wow could they get any more obvious
Bin bet Sanha 5$ that Jinjin would make the first move but at this rate Sanha thinks Bin might have to pay up because there's no way in hell Jinjin can form a coherent sentence with MJ's Beam on Full Blast
But then
Eunwoo pops in again
And immediately all activity in the waiting room is halted to stare at this beautiful beautiful man with beautiful glasses and a beautiful focussed look and a beautiful smile
Bin, coming out to see why jinjin hasn't brought his next patient in & ready to give a piece of mind to whoever interrupted jinjin's clockwork routine
Also Bin: stutters and flushes at the sight of eunwoo
"Uh ok what do u want"
Eunwoo, smiling at Bin: "I'm here to collect the X-ray film of patient 777"
Bin, blurting out in confusion: "where's Rocky?????"
Eunwoo, frowning a little because all this poor angel wants to do is see the cute radiographer pout again but all he's doing is making this poor confused face which i mean,,,, ngl,, is kinda cute too,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
until he realises that all of them are waiting expectantly on his answer (except Sanha, who has reverted to frantically pounding on his keyboard in a desperate attempt to reduce the stack of registration forms beside him)
And he says: "I let him rest????"
Jinjin squinting because as long as he's worked here he's only talked to Eunwoo on the phone because not once has this doctor ever let poor Rocky rest
There has to be an ulterior motive
And that motive (insert mental image of lightbulb going off over Jinjin’s head) is Bin
So he beams at eunwoo and shoves him into the X-ray room with bin and says "YES DO THE MEDICAL TALKY TALK IN THERE GO DO THAT SHIT YOU GO BOYS"
Sanha sighing internally because it just means their queue will be held up rip
Eunwoo, flustered and blinking rapidly because wow now he's in a small, semi-dark kind of enclosed room with a really cute radiographer who's self consciously pushing his glasses up and pouting to himself
Wow
Really cute
"Um"
Bin, floundering: "UH YES 777 RIGHT" & bounding over to the computer to print out the report right away mmhmm yes sir
Eunwoo frowning a little because this boy seems like he's trying to get rid of him fast????? But this radiographer’s also really cute and he sees that this boy keeps eyeing Eunwoo so Eunwoo is seriously getting mixed messages?????
So he takes a step forward to bin's table and -
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME"
Oh shit unconscious eunwoo blurting strikes again
Rocky always said it'd hurt him one day
I mean mostly it's been harmless things like "I REALLY LIKE YOUR SCARF" @ a patient and "wow did you do your hAIR THAT'S A REALLY NICE COLOUR"
But shit shit shit he's said it in front of this cute guy
Who's gaping at him?????
Bin, ultimately, in a really small voice because he's confused and also Eunwoo is standing really close to him and all he can think about is that if he cranes his neck out a little he can touch Eunwoo’s nose with his nose and-
Ok Bin focus
"I don't hate you?"
Eunwoo, floundering a bit because ???? IT REALLY SEEMS SO >;(
"PROVE IT"
Oh good job eunwoo
Way to go
Cute radiographer boy probably is going to kick him out of the room
Call security on him
Never see him again
What for have a nice face if you can't woo peopl-
Wait
Cute radiographer boy made a sound
"Wait what"
"I SAID DO YOU HAVE A PLATE ON YOUR KNEE"
wait
What
Eunwoo just blinks in confusion and like
Damn Eunwoo for being so cute just blinking because Bin is going to lose his goddamn mind
He's so embarrassed rn he literally asked angel doctor to "go on a date with me" and now he's messed up and angel doctor is looking at his knee in confusion and really he's messed up he'll never see angel doctor again he'll never go on a date with this beautiful beautiful doctor and -
"uh I don't have a plate on my knee but uh,,,,,,,,, I have,,,, a date??? With uh,,,,,,, thee??????"
Cue grimace from eunwoo because wow he could never rap
Mostly because he cannot come up with things on the spot
Like this
Wow eunwoo good job congratulations
Also grimaces from jinjin eavesdropping outside because wow truly this doctor might look like an angel but his wooing skills seriously need some effort
Bin squeaking slightly because wow he might look all grumpy and tough and a lil shit but
He’s such a smol marshmallow inside
a small harshmallow that’s melting because Eunwoo’s decided to heck it and hit bin with his Full On Angel Smile
you know the one
yeah this one
wow my mum looked over while i was pasting this picture in my working doc as reference and went “WOW I LIKE THIS BOY”
same ma same
so does Bin, too, actually
and so he squeaks out a little, “yes?”
“yes as in yes you’ll go on a date with me?”
smol Binnie squeak: “yes?”
and so they stand there and grin all silly at each other until Jinjin, knocking on the door: “IS EVERYTHING OKAY WITH THE REPORT NURSE ROCKY IS WAITING”
oh shit
ok no but for serious the doctor that came in looked 100% like gong yoo he had the hair and the soft sweater and worn jeans and beautiful smile and everything
listen i’m just so weak for doctor!Eunwoo
doctor!Eunwoo bringing lunch for radiographer!Bin and them eating in the empty waiting room during their lunch break
Bin dropping by Eunwoo’s clinic during his breaks and waiting for Eunwoo to finish his consultations just to kiss his boyfriend on the cheek
wow ok I’m saving this fic idea for another time or I’m truly going to kill myself with feels and tears
#astro#astro fic#astro fanfic#astro hospital au#????? idk#vivi shoots#uh yeah so#i'm working at a clinic rn hi guys#i have been a MESS#because there are some truly cute guys coming in#because right now it's freshman medical screening season#so all the new university freshmen are coming in to get screened#and idk i'm a rising sophmore but in singapore#the guys go into university after serving two years in the army#so all the guys are older and are hella fit just saying#and idk some doctors walking in are hella hot too like wow get me some of that#and naturally#my binu trash mind#went: ok u know what vivi#DOCTOR EUNWOO AND RADIOGRAPHER BIN#time 4 death#no ok but i just was thinking about eunwoo in glasses and a dress shirt and i nearly cried#it's basically the baby outfits but with glasses and a labcoat#are you crying yet#because i sure am#i cant believe im going to spend the rest of the summer thinking about doctor eunwoo shoot me#ok anyways#if you read my tags wow that's some dedication right there hello#but if you reblog it i read every single tag too so there's that#anyways
63 notes
·
View notes
Text
I kinda wanna text my cousin??? I just miss having a close knit family and I don't have any friends and she seemed like she wanted to interact with me at our grandmother's funeral in July, but like idk. She has my number and she's never reached out. Also I don't know what I'd say. I know we are both different people now than when we were kids so it'd be cool to get to know her.
#personal text#might be weird tho#because i wasnt invited to her wedding#until my mum threw a fit about it because she was hurt that i was excluded but nobody else was#but like i didnt wanna go anyway#so then when i WAS invited i didnt go because i never planned to in the first place????#also the guy she married is hella old and personally i find it kinda weird#idk i just get mixed signals from her#she excludes me from her wedding but she clings to me at grandmas funeral?#i dont know what she wants#i dont know if i can trust her#and why should i reach out?#she's kinda always excluded me growing up#idk its weird#shes one of my only cousins thats my age#everyone else is younger or older#except for a few on my mum's side but fuck em they're all assholes#i dont knowwwwwww#maybe ill just say hey and see what happens?#or i could just start off strong with some deep and existential question#i should just be weird and see what happens#because then if she goes along with it i know we will get along#otherwise she cant handle my shit lol
0 notes
Text
acquitted love || sjn & reader
title: acquitted love
pairing: johnny suh x reader
genre: fluff, angst, co-workers!au, lawyer!au, one-sided enemies to lovers
word count: 8.7k
warnings: some language/cursing, brief mentions of sex but there's no actual discussions or explicit conversations of the topic, but generally pg-13
prompt: you absolutely hate johnny suh. but when your boss pairs you two up together for one of the highest profile cases, you’re left working close with your enemy but he doesn’t seem to think that way of you.
a/n: tada!! i wrote this for the @/ficscafe fic exchange event!! so @urlocalnctstan , hope you enjoy this !! i tried to write it according to what you put as your preferences, but honestly T_T it was so hard bc i was just not getting any ideas!! hopefully this is something you’d like :D enjoy !!
“God, isn’t he just… so attractive?”
Along with a click on your tongue, you feign a hit in Hyeri’s direction, whose reflexes have gotten so much faster in the past couple years of knowing you and it shows when she cowers underneath your arm. She gifts you that not-so-apologetic smile, full of mischievousness because she knows no matter how annoying she can be, you’ll still love her nonetheless.
“Why do you keep talking about Johnny? You know he’s banned as a topic of our conversations.”
Hyeri rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her white frilled blouse. You know that she doesn’t actually inhabit any romantic feelings for Johnny, but she has a problem of thinking without the usage of her brain when she sees a hot guy.
Not that you think Johnny is hot.
No.
“Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t think he’s at least an ounce of smokin’ hot.” She’s unraveled her arms by now, poking your shoulder incessantly to grasp onto your attention as you're tapping on the buttons of the copier machine. “I bet if you asked him out, he’d say yes.”
You briefly glare at Hyeri. “You realize that he and I don’t get along, right? He keeps finding stupid loopholes in the system to win his cases. He thinks with his heart, not his head, and sometimes, with whatever that thing was in his pants.” And, not to mention that he walks out the court with that big grin stretched from cheek to cheek, giving the ‘good news’ to your well-respected boss (who you desperately seek the approval of but that’s a different story for another time). And every single time, she gives him that nod of appreciation, that ‘nod of approval’ if you will, when it should be given to you and not to some asshole who fucks his way to victory.
“But he’s so hot—”
You narrow your eyes at your friend, and with a stern voice, you call out, “Hyeri.”
She shrugs. “Honestly, though, he’s hella smart. He’s got a job here, and works under your boss. It’s Park, Kim & Associates—notice how Park is first, because she’s a fucking genius. She only picks the intelligent ones to work under her. Why do you think I’m still working for Mr. Kim?”
Park Seohyun and Kim Gonghyun—one of the biggest lawyers in the region, decided to join together to build their own law firm from the ground up. They were both highly respected in their field; Kim Gonghyun spent years of his life being mentored by one of the most famous judges, and as for Park Seohyun, she was, simply put, admirable because of the obstacles she has overcome to make her dreams of working in law to be real. Being a woman, young, and beautiful, she’s had her fair share of encounters with people who disregard her potential, that is until she met Gonghyun—who, admittingly is an old man who seems like he’d be traditional, sexist, even, but he proves to also make people realize how wrong they are with their impression of him.
But, as Mr. Kim is getting older, he’s gotten a bit… lazy.
In fact, he’s been slacking so much that he’s gotten a new rep in the office—if he was your direct supervisor, or your supervisor was under him, you were on the side of the office where all the easier, uncomplicated cases were assigned. Which meant that there was a slight possibility that your talents and skills weren’t as sharp and exceptional as you thought they were.
And well, Hyeri works directly underneath Mr. Kim.
Hyeri doesn’t want a heavy workload, despite the fact that there’s a plethora of files on her desk, stacked up one onto another as tall as her PC tower, and they were all open and closed cases—needless to say that she didn’t mind it.
“Okay, but you got offered a position under Seohyun. Do you really think you’re not wasting your potential?”
Hyeri scoffs. “Never. At least, not now. I’m still in my twenties, I’d like to enjoy my youth while I can, for your information.”
You quirk a brow. “And does any of that pertain fucking Johnny? The hot guy, so you claim?”
She immediately has her hand covering your mouth and you scowl. “Shhhhh, he works here!”
You bite the flesh of her hand and Hyeri instantly retracts. “You think I don’t know my archenemy works here? He sits directly across from my office—I get the best view of the guy and I’m not even one of his fangirls.”
“You’re not gonna be one of those girls who claim they’re different because they don’t like him but then end up falling for him anyway… are you?”
Your hand goes up and Hyeri crouches down.
“Stop it.”
“Seriously though! It’s the classic e2l love story,” she has her hands gesturing in front of her like she’s making an imaginary rainbow, “Two lawyers, constantly butting heads, accept each other’s differences and learn to love—“
“The fuck is an ‘e2l’?”
“Enemies to lovers.”
“Are you high? Stop spitting nonsense.” This time, you’re waving the stack of papers that finish printing in front of her face. “Meet me for lunch later. But if you keep talking about my archenemy and I falling in love, you can kiss a free meal goodbye.”
Hyeri gasps.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
Maybe. Just maybe, Hyeri might be a tiny smidge right when she says Johnny is handsome. Just a bit though, because she can’t get credit for something like that.
He’s dyed his hair this shade of brunette that sort of reminds you of roasted chestnuts on a cold, winter day, sitting inside of a cooker outside of your childhood home, baking along with some sweet potatoes your mom had gotten from a farmer’s market nearby. Johnny has this focused gaze attached to the screen of his monitor; there’s a dip in the fronts of his brows, lips tightened into a straight line, and constant switching back and forth from the computer while taking notes down in a book that’s laid open in front of him.
You wonder what’s running through his mind, or well, you’re more interested in what files he has sprawled out on top of his desk.
Truthfully, if it hadn’t been obvious enough, you weren’t quite a fan of Johnny Suh and it’s mostly due to his work ethic. He’d been notorious for his reputation of sleeping around—especially with the opposing side—so it’s hard to convince yourself that he didn’t win the case because of his actual capabilities, but it’s because he pulled some strings.
And Johnny doesn’t put much effort into denying it either.
Albeit deep down, you were a teeny bit envious of his confidence. He struts around the courtroom with ease, and when he presents his position, there’s no staggering in his voice—it’s always crisp and clean, weighted with nothing but credence, and never straying from his initial perspective. It’s never a lack of poise, it’s consistently the look he goes for; from the hand gestures and the furrowed brows, to the rhetorical questions in the end of certain statements that has the speculators and jury sitting at the edge of their seat, Johnny had a talent for performing in the courtroom, but that doesn’t mean anything when the way he gets to the success isn’t ethical.
Just at that moment, his eyes lift from the screen and meet yours.
There isn’t any hesitation when you scramble to grab the remote controller, and the shades drop over the windows instantaneously.
“Fuck,” you mutter underneath your breath, tossing the remote onto your desk and shaking your hands after. What if he thought you were admiring him? Maybe he didn’t see. Yeah. It was for a brief second, and with how close your offices were to each other, it would be common to accidentally lock eyes… right?
Interrupting your thoughts, the office phone rings and it nearly startles the living soul out of you. But before you reach for it, your head tilts to the side curiously because the extension number is familiar—it’s Park Seohyun’s, your boss.
What could she be calling for?
You don’t remember fucking something up—but to be fair, half the times, you never really know if you’ve actually fucked up until someone with steaming ears and a crimson face comes storming in. So… did you do something good? Again, you don’t think that’s right either, because other people would’ve made comments about it.
Deciding to swallow your nerves, you pick up the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey!” Seohyun never fails to be bubbly, and you could never mimic her energy. You definitely had to be born with that kind of enthusiasm. “I have a favor. Hop into my office.”
Leaned back in her leather swivel chair, she had her fingers laced with each other while resting over her stomach. Johnny stands beside you (and you do your best to not look directly at him, especially after that weird staring thing), and you both feel like kids being lectured by parents from how still you are. Her office is huge, probably the size of both yours and Johnny’s combined; with ceiling to floor windows, cases of books that line the perimeter, not to mention the humongous ass couch that practically covers the other half of the room, and her desk was so wide, you estimate about four monitors would fit on there with still additional space for work. That wasn’t even the best part—the view of the city looks almost like a generic lockscreen of a Windows computer, and you’re not even sure why she goes home at night when she basically has a penthouse here.
“As you know, I have a favor.”
“Right,” Johnny retorts, mostly as a filler in the awkward silence. “So… what’s the favor?”
She pulls a box from her purse; square, black and made from a leather material with a lock pad stitched into it, something you’ve never seen before, and she slides the passcode in, then it pops the lid open. A key (a… very small one) sits in the velvety cushion, with nothing else occupying the space with it, and it looks comical. She uses this to open the very top drawer of her desk, and as she pulls using the handle, there’s another box inside, but this time, metal instead of leather, but still black.
What the fuck?
It seems Johnny shares the same thoughts, because he sneaks a glance over at you.
“You see,” Seohyun begins, pressing on the digital keys of the box until there’s a beep at the end and the case hisses open. “There’s a lot of security for this. Which means you understand the importance of it.”
Then, she picks up four manila envelopes and lies on the surface of her wooden top desk. “I have a family emergency to attend to this upcoming week. I’m boarding a flight tonight. So I’m leaving the Hwang v. Yoon case to the two of you.”
“Fuck—”
“The what?”
You and Johnny are sputtering out of shock. The Hwang v. Yoon case is the biggest case that the firm is involved in currently, and the only people involved in it have been Seohyun and Gonghyun. It’s been on every social media platform you could think of; from Facebook to Twitter, TikTok to Instagram—there’s even this weird website for emo/grunge teens or strange kids that like writing fanfic called Tumblr, and whatever that is, it’s discussed on there too.
“What about Gonghyun?”
Seohyun scoffs, closing the drawer and dropping the key back into her special box. Where do you even get a box like that? “He can’t handle this alone. So I’m kicking him off until I come back. I thought about letting the two of you work with him, but his ego is so inflated, it’ll get in the way of our chances of winning. It’s easier if it was just me and him, but seeing that things at home aren’t well, I’m going to need you two to step up to the plate.”
The room goes quiet. The only sounds you hear are the muffled noises of a typical bustling office outside the thick walls of Seohyun’s office, and at first, excitement rushes through your blood because Seohyun thought of you taking over a special, high profile case.
Albeit, another realization gets soaked up, and it’s that Johnny also came to mind, and that because it’s such an important case, the two of you would be… working… many… hours… together.
Maybe you should back out of it—but then again, this is such a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Imagine winning this— it wouldn’t be good for just the law firm, it’d be good for you too. Your name, in articles on these big fancy news websites, perhaps even on new channels, talking about how you, this amazing lawyer, won the Hwang v. Yoon case.
But then you’re snapped back into reality when Johnny leans over to take the envelopes from Seohyun.
If your name is on those platforms, so is Johnny’s.
God, this guy just ruins everything, doesn’t he?
“We’ll take care of it, Seohyun. You can trust us,” he says assuringly, a smile tugging on each corner of his lips with that dazzling gaze. “We’ll be at our best.”
Kiss ass.
If you had the option, you wouldn’t be spending your Saturday night here at work, in one of those conference rooms with a long table in the middle, a big projector that displays on the wall, and a random black leather loveseat couch that lines the one corner in case there’s too many occupants.
Especially since the person who’s accompanying you is Johnny Suh.
There’s probably a lot of people who would kill to be in your position (Hyeri being one of them), but you dread it. Not to be that person, but what’s so special about him anyway? What? He’s tall, has some muscles, long luscious hair that he can slick back with that sultry stare—wait, what?
“Alright, moving on…” From what? You guys just started? It’d been clear with Seohyun that the mornings would be dedicated to other cases, but nights would be considered overtime and where you’d zoom in your focus on Ms. Hwang’s justice. “Let’s take a look at the facts here.”
Johnny slips off his blazer, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs as you’re seated in another, leaning back comfortably with an arm resting on the table. He loosens the first few buttons of his dress shirt before folding up the sleeves, and that’s when you notice a little thing in the inner crook of his elbow—is that a fucking sunflower? Is that what he uses to reel girls in? That he’s soft enough to have a pretty little flower etched onto his gentle, silky and supple—
“Okay,” he says, interjecting into your thoughts with a laser pointer in his hand. He taps on the space bar of his laptop that mirrors what’s on his screen, but then, that’s when you realize what’s on the slides.
There’s a collage of pictures, mostly street, casually walking themed ones, but the common factor was that they were of Yoon Changmin, the man you guys were up against. They were all paparazzi-like photos, which begs the question, how did he get pics like this, and why did he get them?
“What’s the point of this?” you ask, voice laced with nothing but suspicion.
“We gotta get into the mind of the enemy.” You wanna get into the mind of your enemy, too.
You gesture to the one image of Changmin with an arm around his girlfriend and a finger up his nose. “Seems like he’s trying to reach inside of his head instead of us. These are just everyday pictures, Johnny. What’s that going to do for us?”
“Well,” he begins, turning to look at the wall of ‘evidence’. “You see—wait, holy shit.”
Freezing in the midst of reaching for your coffee, your head jolts in the direction of your partner. “What? What is it?”
“Holy shit,” he exclaims, “Hoooooooooly shit. Why didn’t I see this before? This changes everything.”
Furrowing your brows, you’ve given up getting your drink and dropped your hands onto the table. “Tell me, what is it?”
“This is a game changer.”
“Johnny,” you call out sternly, and his eyes link with yours before he instantly points to a particular picture with his red laser pointer.
“Look at that.” There’s pride saturated in his words, but when you look at what he’s indicating, your body slouches in disappointment.
Why the hell was he directing your attention onto Changmin’s thighs? Surely, there’s no denying that they were attractive—you recall that his alibi was at the gym that very night of the crime.
“What? He’s guilty for showing off his toothpick legs?” They were lean, you never said they were muscular.
“No,” he retorts, slightly irritated by your response as he rolls his eyes. “Look at his pants.”
“Okay…”
“They’re jean shorts.”
There’s a pregnant pause, but the expression on your face is so loud it can’t be hidden.
Johnny continues, “That’s a fashion crime.” He says it as if it’s an obvious fact known by many. “Not to mention that it’s fucking raw hem. He should be arrested.”
Suddenly, your opinion of him thinking too much with his heart dissipates because it seems like he’s thinking out of his ass instead. Did he win those cases out of pity? How did this guy even pass the bar? How about law school? How the hell did he even get into law school?
“I don’t think—”
“Listen, alright, just hear me out,” he’s got the palms of his hands resting flat on the surface of the table, doing his best to gain your full undivided attention. “Only assholes wear jean shorts. They flaunt that shit around like they own the place, but they’re horrendous pieces of clothing that should not be on a male’s body. I don’t care what you say, what your opinion is, because that is a fact.”
Puffing your cheeks, you feel at a loss. If Johnny is who you had to get this done, it feels like you’re not going to be finding much evidence any time soon.
“Okay, if… if that’s how you want to play it, then show me the evidence—other than those 2012 cut off denim shorts.”
He reaches over to hit his space bar again, then with a wink and a slide change, he leans closer to you and says with that deep, honeyed voice, “Gladly.”
You hate admitting when you’re wrong.
Ironically, you concede and will confess when you actually are, but it doesn’t mean that you enjoy it. For example, when Hyeri claims that the intern Mark had a crush on you, you quickly waved her off, stating something along the lines of, “I’m too intimidating; there’s better chances of him being scared of me than ever finding me attractive.” And then a week later, you owed Hyeri free lunch at that hip ramen place downtown because Mark had approached your desk that very morning with a bouquet of red roses flowers for you, a cheeky grin glued to his face with pools of hearts in his eyes, and ready to ask you on a date because it was the day after his internship had ended. Naturally, it wasn’t fun rejecting that poor college boy.
But, you won’t say you find Johnny interesting or handsome. Or that there’s potential when it came to possibly (just barely the slightest smidge) that you’d ever consider asking Johnny out. He’s your enemy here, you’ve mentioned that a multitude of times, and you stand firm on that very declaration, despite the fact that sometimes when he gets too close, your breath gets caught in your throat and you feel like you can’t get whatever’s lodged in out.
Albeit it’s not the whole “you guys are gonna end up together” comment that Hyeri makes and resulting in you denying it afterwards, it’s that Johnny might… be a decent lawyer.
He’s not the best one you’ve seen; the stupid revelation he had on the first day working on the case about the jean shorts is evidence for it, but it’s the days following that were slowly changing your perspective on him.
When you said, “He thinks too much with his heart more than with his head,” it was 100% correct.
When meeting with potential witnesses, you recognized that Johnny empathizes with people often; when they cry and start panicking from being overwhelmed, he's quick on his feet to put an arm around them, share reassuring words, and have them back to normal in record’s time.
And, well… you? You’re the one making them cry in the first place.
You don’t want to fully take the blame for being the cause of their tears, but people need to hear what’s happening, and the very detail that they can’t even handle this information probably means they’re not worthwhile as a key witness.
Johnny, of course, thinks otherwise.
He believes that these people should have a voice (although you’ve alluded that they might be more useless than helpful), and putting them on the stand with Yoon Changmin there would change the view of the jury to supporting Hwang Naeri.
“Listen, if we get these people to sign the form, we’d get witnesses and it’ll help Naeri,” Johnny claims, frantically moving his arms annoyingly as he talks, trying his best to express the gravity of the situation, “and maybe, maybe, money wouldn’t be how Changmin wins, but how he loses. We can’t have another person with jean shorts walking on the streets of our city like this—they deserve to go to prison.”
You scrunch up your nose. “Why does this always revert back to the jean shorts?”
“It always has to do with jean shorts,” he snaps back matter-of-factly. “Any straight guy wearing jean shorts with that much goddamn confidence has done some wrong in their lives.”
“Right, but I’m pretty sure that the crimes he did are mainly the reason why he’s being prosecuted against.”
“Jean shorts are the windows to the soul.”
“I’m almost 100% sure that eyes are the windows to the soul, but whatever. If you genuinely believe that the women we met today would benefit our case, then… okay. Let’s bring them to the stand.”
On the contrary to you, Johnny doesn’t have a hard time convincing witnesses to testify. You see the way that he works; those kind eyes directed at the participants, the pools of chocolate were sweet, saturated in nothing but tenderness and warmth, then he does that weird thing where he reaches for their hands and cups them before the words that escapes from his lips are enough to swoon them to stand in front of a courtroom.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a method to his so-called madness.
Aggression and bluntness don’t work, it seems, because when you’re the one attempting to convince these people to go against the man that had done them wrong, they’re less willing to do it. Something about ‘moving on,’ and ‘not wanting to relive those memories again,’ but if it was you, you’d want justice. Then again, not everyone is like you, and not everyone thinks like you, and spending this abundance of time with Johnny is slowly getting you to ease into that perspective.
So… the initial impression you had of him may have been wrong.
And maybe, just maybe, you’re developing some feelings for him, just as Hyeri predicted.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
His abrupt personal question is enough to have the coffee spill into your mouth to slide down the ‘wrong throat’ because you’re choking, hand on your chest as you’re tackling to regain your breath again and Johnny only stares in disbelief, blinking blankly. “Are… are you okay?”
You glare at him through a hooded gaze. “Well,” you clear your throat once more. “Now, I am.”
“Cool.” He nods, retracting his hand so he could rub your back soothingly, deciding it’s best to stay away. “Are you going to answer my question?”
Quirking a brow, your head tilts slightly in puzzlement. “Why are you asking this?”
Johnny shrugs. “Isn’t it weird that we’ve hung out with each other for a whole week—stayed here for nights and we both don’t know anything about each other?”
Tapping your fingers against the wooden top table, you sigh. Maybe he’s got a point; after all, “Keep your friends close; keep your enemies closer,” right?
“No, I’m single.”
Johnny’s face suddenly brightens, ears perked, and his body straightens its posture in his seat at this revelation. “Oh, uh, I didn’t know that. You seemed busy in your personal life, so I, uh… was just wondering.” He looked anxious, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. “I, um, I’m single too, by the way, in case you’re wondering.” You weren’t.
The plethora of cardboard and plastic boxes scattered across the table was a representation of the night. It’s been long, exhausting, and messy, mostly because it’s a Friday night, the hearing was on Monday, and the two of you were nowhere near close to having enough to present to the court. In fear of disappointing Seohyun, the two of you agreed to stay over the office for the weekend to cram work for the case. There’s no denying that the atmosphere is weirder on the weekends, especially since, well, no one really comes here on the weekends. Johnny had to use the bathroom earlier and ran into the cleaning lady and she nearly shit her pants because she didn’t think anyone was here, so she had music blasting in her headphones.
Johnny is… interesting. He makes you laugh—or well, want to laugh, but you don’t give him that sense of satisfaction—and he’s smart but in his own weird way. He’s not like the other lawyers you’ve met, or any of the law students you attended University with because he’s more lighthearted and free-spirited than the rest, taking life in strides instead of just overwhelming himself in the abundance of stress that work brings.
He’s entirely the opposite of you.
And maybe you could learn something from the guy, but there’s something in you that brews hatred toward him. Possibility that you resent how easy he makes being a lawyer seem when you’re struggling in your day-to-day life to make things work.
But it’s way too fucking hard when he’s just… like that.
Despite all of that, he’s very generous and kind toward you. On rough days, he delivers your coffee order, the one you always get because he remembers what you asked the intern to get for you the last time, and he’s good at identifying when you’re just having that kind of day. You eventually learn he has a photographic memory (fucking show off), so when he saw that crumpled napkin with scribbles of what you want in that dumb intern’s hand, it wasn’t hard to remember. Which, by the way, is how he’s able to get into the most prestigious school for undergrad, manage to pass the bar so easily, and get into law school effortlessly.
And knowing this information sort of angers you more.
You know this isn’t his fault—he’s been blessed with a trait that people desire, one that you also yearn for, but the lucky ones get handed a lot of things in life. You wonder if he’s the type of guy who wins girls easily after matching with them on dating sites because of this stupid ass ‘photographic memory.’ Does he sleep with them right after? Does it ever get serious?
You shrug your shoulders and shake your head. You shouldn’t even let these strange thoughts haunt you, especially when you don’t even like him.
He’s a spoiled brat who gets everything handed to him on a silver platter.
So you’re left counting the remaining days until the trial so you don’t ever have to work with Johnny Suh this closely again.
Okay, well, it’s evident that bad luck is glued to your side because after you win the Hwang v. Yoon case for your law firm with that asshole, Seohyun is so impressed. So goddamn impressed that she insists that all the high profile cases are to be given to both you and Johnny.
To work as a team.
Together.
Jesus, this is Hell for you.
Surely, the promotion and raise that came along with it was definitely a plus, but it has you wondering if it’s even worth it. He’s been your unspoken enemy since the first day, and although you think you’re pretty forthright about your hatred for this guy, he can’t seem to read social cues.
When you’re pushing the double doors into the conference room the two of you often spend working on cases in, you expect Johnny to be ready for another day. But strangely enough, Johnny doesn’t have his laptop out or any of the notebooks sprawled across the table.
“Um,” you slide the strap of your bag off your shoulder and onto the spare chair. “Did you come late or something?”
He takes in a deep breath like he’s been holding back something. “We need to talk.”
There’s worry inscribed into his features; from the crease in between his brows, to his pursed lips, and eyes soaked in concern, almost like he’s got bad news to share and it has your stomach in knots. Was it that the case was thrown out? It couldn’t be, right? You both worked hard, presented your stance to the point that the jury and the judge were in awe with your findings. Sure, you had to cover Johnny’s mouth right before he was about to go off in a tangent about jean shorts, but overall, it was a good win, a hard one to go back on and pull out the wrongs of it. So what was it?
“I’m quitting our partnership.”
You blink. “What?”
He gestures to the room with his hands as if there’s anything out to reference. “This thing. Our work. The big profile cases. The famous stuff. I told Seohyun that I won’t be doing it anymore and she can revoke the promotion and the raise.”
You’re still not catching on. “… Why?” Was it something you did? Yeah, you weren’t a big fan of Johnny either, but were you so bad that he decided to not go through with the raise because of you?
“Because,” he pushes his blazer back, hands sliding into the front pockets of his navy blue trousers. “There’s a policy put into place. Those who are on the same cases cannot have any personal relations with each other that extend past friendships.”
“We’re not even friends?” With confusion written across your face, your head tilts to the side. “I’m not… I’m not catching on here.”
“I like you.”
Startled, the words you want to say are stolen out of your mouth. You’re left with a mixture of perturbation and bewilderment, uncertain where to go from there because Johnny asked for the removal of both a promotion and additional money that could be so good for his career… and it’s all because he has a crush on you?
“You quit the best thing that could’ve happened to you because you like me?”
“Yeah,” Johnny states calmly, sucking in his cheeks for a brief moment. “Ain’t that romantic?”
You scoff. “No. Absolutely not. You’re insane! Why would you do yourself dirty like that? Use your head, Johnny, you’re constantly thinking with that stupid heart of yours, and hate to break it to you, but it won’t get you anywhere.” Combing your hair with your fingers, you let out a sigh. “Go ask Seohyun for the position back. Say you made a mistake and—”
“I’m not asking her for the position back.”
Johnny doesn’t make any sense to you. “What? Why wouldn’t you do that?
“Because,” he laughs in disbelief, not because he thinks you’re funny. “I’m not going to force myself to work with a girl that I keep falling for. That’s self-inflicting, you realize that, right? You’re amazing, but you can seriously be so dense sometimes.”
“I’m dense? You just told one of the best law firms in the city that you don’t want to work on the important cases anymore because you have a stupid crush on your partner!”
“If we were on a team with more people, maybe it’d be different. But it’s just us two. You think I won’t fall any harder? That’s not easy. Every time I see you working, I swear I could be hopelessly in love with you one day.”
Your heart stops for a second.
This is Johnny Suh you were talking about here. One of the claimed best lawyers in your office, one of the most intelligent people that Hyeri has ever met, and Seohyun evidently backs this up because she’s given him so much recognition for his work. He’s the guy who worked with you to win the Hwang v. Yoon case, he’s the one who brought up the stupid jean shorts that seemed so far-fetched at the time, but they were a crucial detail everyone missed—it so happened that when Changmin bought those dumb shorts, there was evidence of at least one of his crimes in that store from the security cameras.
Any cis-gendered male who wears jean shorts can’t be trusted, according to Johnny.
And candidly speaking? You couldn’t even deny that. Your past two ex-boyfriends both wore jean shorts and the one cheated on you and the other one was caught money laundering.
“Listen,” he begins, interrupting your foggy thoughts. “I’m not asking you to tell me you like me back. I’m telling you because you should know, and that I can’t go on any further without letting you know. I’ll, uh, be in my office. Seohyun said she’d find a replacement for me.”
Hyeri is his replacement.
She’s great company and does a good job of helping you with whatever you need, but that was just it. Hyeri followed you, she never led with you, just as Johnny does. Agreeing with everything you say, mindlessly trailing behind everything you do—Hyeri was smart, but she couldn’t figure out how to think for herself when it came to these bigger cases because she’s never been given such a responsibility. But you couldn’t even blame her because it’s what she was told to do under Gonghyun.
“You said that you think Maeri snatched the bracelet?”
“No, I said if you watched the security video that the jewelry store submitted, it clearly shows that Maeri snatched the bracelet. Not that I ‘think.’ The proof is right there, Hyeri.”
She nods, resuming back to her work on the computer. Truthfully, Hyeri felt more like an assistant than a co-worker, someone to bounce ideas off of and to see from a different perspective. And as much as you hated Johnny, he had decent points. He had ways of making you put yourself into the shoes of people you never thought you were; although the guy was obnoxious, at least he actually was… good at his job.
Deciding you can’t take it anymore when Hyeri asks for the tenth time that hour about your beliefs rather than her own, you abruptly stand from your seat.
“Where are you going?”
“Out,” you reply shortly. “I’ll be back.”
It was just a spontaneous thought. It’s after hours, and although there are some people who stay behind to get some work done, you had your doubts that Johnny would still be here. He seems to have a better grip on that work/life balance thing people talked about (unlike yourself), but it didn’t hurt to check his office, right?
It’s a good thing you went with it. Because right across from yours, there’s Johnny.
There’s one single lamp that shines over the tabletop of his desk, and the other sources of light in his office are from his computer screen and the ones from the city skyline from behind him. It has him seemingly angelic like this, so serene, calm, and collected, only focused on what’s laid out in front of him. The sun has gone down, people have gone home, but Johnny remains, hardworking as always, despite your previous observations that he’s a lazy, unprofessional guy who gets everything handed down to him.
With a knock on his glass door, he flinches, head raising up and eyes meeting yours.
Were his eyes always this sparkly?
Opening the door, Johnny drops the pen in his hand and crosses his arms before leaning back in his seat. “What’s up?”
“You’re here late,” you state the obvious, and Johnny only nods in return, without a rebuttal in sight. “You aren’t normally here late. At least, before the Hwang v. Yoon case.”
“Yeah, you’re right. But Seohyun dropped something on my desk this morning. Wanted to work on it. What brings you here?”
Inhaling in a deep breath of courage, your hands bundle up into a fist by your side. “Please come back.”
Johnny raises a brow. “What?”
“Come back,” you reiterate, this time, it’s less tense and releases with ease. Caving in isn’t usually this effortless to you, but something about Johnny makes you feel… comfortable enough.“Come back and work with me again. Yes, I’m not supportive of how you do things—”
“Then let’s go out on a date.”
You freeze. Legs rooted into the floors of Johnny’s office, you’re left immobile and diffident on how to react next. It wasn’t what you were expecting, although you weren’t quite sure what you were hoping to anticipate, but it most definitely was not this.
“I—”
“I said my terms,” he retorts, shutting the book in front of him before shuffling up from his seat. He’s leaving, you realize, and Johnny’s ready to head home for the night and you’re not sure if you could handle an entire weekend with Hyeri here. “And, I meant what I said. One date, and if it really doesn’t work out, I’ll stay on the case.”
Chewing on your bottom lip anxiously, the next words that come out are out of character for you. “And… what if it does?”
A soft smile tugs from each corner of his mouth. “Then we’ll figure it out from there. Promise.”
This is… awkward. It shouldn’t be, but yet somehow, it remains awkward.
You’ve spent weeks with Johnny before, and those moments were in a room, in the middle of the night, and alone. Hours and hours were dedicated to work, yes, but it was just the two of you and nobody else.
So why is it so weird being in a five Michelin star restaurant with him?
Maybe it’s the atmosphere. The dim lights, the white clothed tables in lieu of the scratched up wooden one back at the law firm, and instead of leather seats, there’s a neutral beige chaise cushion for the dining chair, slightly less comfortable because it doesn’t recline like the one in your office. Instead of an array of photos and evidence disseminated in front of you, there’s a laminated menu with a multitude of options of what to have for dinner.
Johnny gets the steak with mashed potatoes and string beans, and you order something similar but seared salmon for the main protein. The waitress offers wine, babbling on about the age of the red, where the vineyard is located, and the dryness to sweetness—to be honest, you could care less; you’d rather have gin and sprite with a squirt of lime. A couple glasses of that and you can almost guarantee that the night would end with a deep slumber.
Oddly enough, Johnny seems nervous. Ever since he pulled up in his midnight black Audi in front of your apartment complex, he’s been acting strange. He keeps wiping his sweaty palms off the material of his trousers, occasionally swiping off the droplets that fall on the side of his face.
“Are you… okay?” you suddenly ask, adjusting your dress in your seat. Deciding to go with a black silk dress with a slit up the leg and your hair let down, it’s not a look you often sport but since you’re going on a date (one you haven’t been on in quite some time), you figured it would be nice to at least play the part.
“I’m, uh, honestly, I’ve never really asked a girl out before.”
You quirk a brow curiously. “What? You’re telling me you never asked a girl out before?”
He lets out a bashful laugh with a faint nod, making an attempt to swallow his nerves after. “Honestly, I’ve always been asked out and not the other way around. Not to sound like that guy, but I never really had to put effort into trying for girls. They kind of just…”
“—Throw themselves at you?”
He beams. “Yeah! Like that. I don’t really know how to react half the time, but it makes the whole dating scene a little bit easier.” Geez, he called you dense, but he’s over here acting clueless.
Either way, it feels like whatever opinion you had about Johnny remained true. He never had to try when it came to the dating scene, and you could only imagine what that means for work and the relationships he has with the women in your career field.
“Mm, does that usually happen with work too?”
Befuddled, Johnny leans back in his chair. “What do you mean by that?”
With a shrug of your shoulders, you’re poking the meat of your salmon that falls off easily. After the first initial bite, the fish practically melts on impact when it touches the tip of your tongue, smooth like butter and bursting with flavor that couldn’t be described by any common person because it wouldn’t do the salmon justice. Johnny seemed to put a lot into this date, and you’re left pondering what the point of this was. Did he actually like you, or was he trying to get into your head? “Just seems like you get a lot of special treatment.”
“Are you jealous?”
“In what way?” you snap back.
“Are you jealous of me because I’m getting this so-called special treatment that you think I’ve always had, or were you jealous of the girls that seemingly got my attention?”
You’re left without anything to say.
It was a good observation he made because truthfully, you never saw it like that.
In actuality, you often saw Johnny as your rival. He climbed the ladder in the field with ease, and it wasn’t hard to quickly blame his success on the fact that he was a guy in a male dominated industry, but the fact that there’s a possible interpretation for your hatred may be from these feelings you might’ve been harboring for him this entire time… that can’t be it… right?
“I mean, look at where you are now,” you begin, trying to defend yourself. It can’t be true that the reason you’ve been bitter about Johnny was because of the girls that got his attention, and one of them not being you. “You got a high position from—”
“—From hard work,” Johnny interjects with his brows furrowed. “I didn’t get to where I was because I slept around, if that’s what you’re insinuating. I knew you sort of always hated me, but I’ve always admired you. I like your work ethic, I like your style, even though we’re both on opposite spectrums, I like the way you think and I wanted to know what it was like being partners with you. Getting to be on that case with you showed me more than just who you were as a lawyer, but who you were as a person. I like you, but I’m trying to put my finger on why you hate me so much.”
“So you noticed.” Sucking in your cheeks, your eyes trail elsewhere—from the fork that lays beside your plate, to the glass filled halfway with wine, to the little candle that sits in between the two of you that flickers the way he has your heart when he expresses once more how he feels about you.
“Yeah, of course I noticed. If you like someone, it’s kind to miss details like that about them. So… you really hated me because you thought I slept my way to the top, huh?”
“I mean…” shoulders dropping in exasperation, you run your fingers through your disheveled hair. “All those rumors—”
“Again, they’re just rumors. I worked hard to get here, you know. And I’m kind of offended that you thought of me that way.”
You scoff. “They’re rumors, Johnny, it’s kind of hard to ignore all the office gossip when that’s all you hear. Plus, it wasn’t hard to believe either, with the whole flirtatious act whenever you encounter anyone who’s breathing and has a vagina.”
“I wasn’t flirting.”
“You need a book for dummies that elaborates on what’s flirting or not, because Johnny Suh, whatever it is you do with your body language in front of that chick who sits by the front door.”
“You mean Siwoo? The pregnant one who’s married to her highschool sweetheart? Also, how do you not know our receptionist’s name?”
You throw your arms into the air. “How am I supposed to know her name?”
He tilts his head to the side, genuinely baffled. “Do you… not talk to anyone outside of Hyeri?”
Your silence answers his question.
“I… honestly, I don’t know if I should be offended or if I should be honored. You think I didn’t earn anything that I have now, you think that everything I have was handed to me. On one hand, it’s flattering that you think my looks and my bedroom skills could do that but at the same time… I’m offended because you think I’m incapable.”
“I never said you were incapable—”
“But you implied it.”
Hands falling onto your lap, it’s your turn to gulp. His words come shooting at you, but you’re without a shield to protect yourself, and with the new experience of working with Johnny, there comes the realization at times that Johnny is a hard worker. There are some things that he says and does that aren’t like the people you’ve encountered, and being put on new cases with Hyeri only proved it. He’s thoughtful in the sense that whenever you’d bring up your stance on something, he challenges you with what the defense might counter.
Johnny makes you want to be better. Not just against him, but to brush off the dust on your skills and enter into the battlefield of a courtroom to showcase them.
“Well, if you’re staying silent, I just want to say that I tried,” the crinkle in between your brows makes another appearance because Johnny is great at leaving you stunned and confused. “I really like you. I love how your head works, and I wanna be with someone like that but I also can’t be with someone who doesn’t respect me.”
Why is it that when you’re in that conference room with him, you’re not afraid and never running out of things to say, but now you’re empty handed?
“I’ll pay for dinner. Grab you an Uber. I honestly thought I could overlook those things, and maybe your perspective for me has changed, but I could see it on your face. It’s the same.”
After that date with Johnny, his life turns back to normal.
Yours? Not so much.
Candidly speaking, part of you missed working with Johnny. You were wrong about him, so wrong, and even when you wanted to apologize at the dinner for what you thought of him, the pride in you was like a vicious plague that blackened your insides, preventing you from ever saying those words.
Oftentimes, you’d still be able to sneak a glimpse of him in his office with that same look on his face—full of concentration and nothing else in his mind other than the task at hand.
The cases you have with Hyeri entail a head like Johnny’s. Someone who could question you, to protest against your stance when there could be flaws in it. It feels like deja vu each time you think about it, each time you open a new case file and Hyeri sits there, perched in that seat beside yours, eyes sparkling with what you have in mind next, instead of what she has going on in hers.
Although you’ve tried convincing yourself that maybe, just maybe, what you feel for Johnny is purely professional but when you see him standing by the water cooler with a couple of your coworkers, eyes mimicking the moon crescents in the skies, replicating the ways his lips curl in elation—it was beginning hard to believe that it was all platonic feelings.
So maybe you should be bold for once. Pull off that exterior that displays you as someone who isn’t just independent and assiduous, but someone who’s stubborn and aggressive in getting what they want—and not in a good way.
This time, you’ll show it in a good way.
Or at least, you’ll try.
Johnny is a routine kind-of-guy—he grabs an iced americano every morning at the coffee shop downstairs at the edge of the street, he does his daily 11:00AM drop-by at the water cooler to refill his Hydroflask (which was his prized possession, by the way), and parked in the same exact spot in the parking garage of your building, despite there being an abundance of places he could choose.
That’s why you decide to stand by his car after work that day. Bouncing on the balls of your feet, hands shaking because it’s your turn to feel anxious. That blazer that once fit so comfortably in the morning suddenly feels tight and hot in the afternoon, and the weather hasn’t even changed. Your bag slung over your shoulder weighs ten times heavier than an hour ago, and you can’t stop your jaw from tightening.
Before your thoughts could spiral off all the possibilities of what the outcome may be when you tell Johnny how you feel, he’s already standing there, feet away from you with that dip in the fronts of his brows that you want to smoothen out the crinkles of with the pad of your thumb.
“Hi,” you greet, faint and peculiarly different from your other approaches. “Um, I just… was waiting for you.”
“Hey,” Johnny says back, the first few buttons of his shirt already unraveled, his blazer hung over his forearm and the sleeves are rolled up. “I see that. What’s up with you?”
“Um,” your leg was jittery, hard to control so you spat everything you had to say out as fast as you could before he could see right through you. “I just wanted to apologize. For everything. You’re admirable, kind, and I wish I inhabited those same characteristics you have. I think professionally, you’ve got great ideas, one that could be implemented into mine and what we did together for that case was just… yeah. We could do something big if we put our heads together.”
Johnny nods in agreement. The relationship between you two work-wise was obvious, he knew that much. “And what about… outside of that?”
“I like you,” you choked, barely getting the words out. “More than just coworkers, um, I guess, more than friends but I’m not really sure since you walked out on our first date,” inhaling in a deep breath of courage, you continue on, “and I don’t know how you feel now after I’m standing before you like this, asking for another chance and that I’m sorry.”
He stares at you blankly, and it leaves you unsure whether or not he accepts your apology. “You know why we ended that date early.”
“Well,” you start again, “can we… start over and try again? I promise I won’t tempt you to end the date early this time.”
And with that, there’s the signature smile that Johnny sports that swoons girls, makes their knees weak, and heart clench but this time… it’s just for you.
“I’d really like that.”
#ficscafe#nct fanfic#johnny x reader#johnny fanfic#johnny suh#johnny nct#nct 127#nct 127 fanfic#suh johnny#gyukultfics#idk what else to tag#hopefully this does well :|
253 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
thestickz6
TheStickz6
ravenik45
The Chronicles of a Europhile
winis-days
Pretty flowers and witty words
thislovintime
This Lovin' Time
swvaux
SWVaux.com