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ARE WE REALLY ENEMIES?

PAIRING: enhypen x fem!reader

GENRE: enemies to lovers trope. angst & fluff

WARNING: a little suggestive on some parts for the hyung line. mentions of throwing up on jake’s part (no, the reader is not pregnant)

WORD COUNT: 10.2K words (because what the shit)

a/n: i wanted to write this for fun but i really also love the concept of enemies to lovers. let me know if you'd like me to turn any of these into actual full fics!

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

⭐️ LEE HEESEUNG

PAIRING: basketball star player!heeseung x manager!reader

it was tormenting to have someone constantly annoy you during class, lunch and basically the whole day. you have never wanted to choke someone alive until you entered the first year of high school.

the said person you'd like to choke alive was named lee heeseung. you swore on your life that he was actually satan in disguise out to torture you.

like any other day, you were about to settle down on your seat. only problem was that, you develop a huge trust issue before you settled down. you see, since heeseung has decided to devote his time to ruin your life...it meant he liked to pull pranks on you. well, pranks was something he'd say but you'd say it's more of a punishment in some way.

your 'favourite prank' heeseung did was the water bucket trick where he placed the bucket of water on top of the door. you went home with soaking wet hair by the way. it got you so mad that you gave heeseung the silent treatment the day after and he did not like it. he kept annoying you the whole day by trying to get your attention.

other than him being your enemy, he was also the resident hot guy or popular boy of your school. which meant, yes, there were girls constantly around him. he played basketball and had joined the school's team quickly due to his talent and height. you cursed him because he also loved to make fun of your height.

since heeseung was on the school's team, they consistently win games against other schools. it wasn't much of surprise since they also had other great players like sim jaeyun or nishimura riki for example. the team was just great from the start. you just so happen to have the 'pleasure' of being the team's assistant manager which was why...

"babe, pass the bottle of water." heeseung demands.

you rolled your eyes, "since when was i your little water boy? also would you quit calling me babe?"

"no, I won’t stop and since you became the assistant manager. now, pass me a bottle."

you grumbled and shoved a bottle into his hand before settling down on the bench. jake slides next to you and throws his arm around you.

"pretty, could you help me?" jake pouts.

"yes, sim?”

"i need a patch on my neck, it's hurting."

you sighed, "do you need a massage or something?"

"yes please." he gives his little puppy eyes.

"turn around-"

heeseung grabs jake's arm and pulls him away. jake whines. you shook your head and just went to check their training and match schedules. training went as per usual, you knew you had to stay until the boys left so you sat down on the bleachers waiting for them to come back to the hall.

"everyone here?" the coach asks. the boys looked amongst themselves.

"heeseung isn't here."

"where is our star player?"

"i think he is still in the showers."

"well, someone go get him."

"the thing is...he won't come out unless (name) drags him out."

you pointed at yourself, "me? you want me to go into the boy's shower room? what if he's naked. i am not risking that chance."

"(name), i am so sorry but since heeseung won't go out if you don't drag him...could you-" you groaned at the coach's words.

"fine, i'll go. only because everyone here needs rest and get home." you say. you entered the locker room.

"yah, lee. you better get out here now. everyone is waiting for you."

“lee heeseung?” you called out once more.

but you don’t hear any shower turned on. you could feel someone standing right behind you before arms wrapped around you. you gasp and turned back to the person.

of course, it was heeseung with that stupid (ly handsome) smirk. you rolled your eyes.

“get changed and get back to the court. everyone is waiting for you.” you were ready to walk out but heeseung tugs your wrist and pulls you back.

“let’s go out together, pretty.”

“I am not waiting for you to change. you’re only wearing a towel. do you even have underwear on under that?”

“wanna find out?” he smirks. you pushed him a little.

“no thanks. wouldn’t like to see something that has been inside someone else.” you said in disgust.

“then would you like to reset it by putting it in you?” he steps forward.

you gagged, “no thanks, lee.”

he chuckles before deciding to change his clothes. your eyes unknowingly trailed on his arms, his back, just his body in general. you caught yourself and blushed before looking away. however, heeseung knew you were blatantly staring at him. which was why he had a smirk playing on his lips as he changes.

“alright, i’m done.” he swings his arm around your shoulder. you rolled your eyes and pushed it off before walking off.

that was simply the dynamic of the both of you. however, you couldn’t lie and say you weren’t attracted to him. heeseung was an attractive guy with a shitty personality which you somehow fell in love with. you hated that you developed this stupid teen crush on heeseung.

“coach? we need to talk.” you say.

“what’s up?”

“there is going to be an issue if we play minjun in the starting line up.”

“what’s wrong?”

“he umm got into a fight.”

the coach sighs, “fine, then who could we replace him with?”

“siwoo. however, as you know…heeseung and him kinda have a hostile history.”

“right. maybe we could change up the usual tactic we use. think we should put heeseung on the bench first?”

“it’s possible but the consequences is that it may be risky. our opponents this time are really scary and only heeseung could handle them.”

“what do you think, (name)? should we take the risk?”

“I think we should.”

you wished you hadn’t mutter those words. now, heeseung was giving you those stanky eyes as you went with your day. you opened your locker to put some stuff but it was abruptly shut.

“I’ll cut to the chase. why am I benched for the first quarter of the tournament?” heeseung says.

“minjun got into a fight. we need to change the tactic, I think it’s better to let this opponent not expect the change.”

“bullshit, you know it’s best to keep the same tactic. we play the best when i’m not benched.”

you turned to face heeseung, “then would rather play with siwoo the whole time?”

“I would rather he doesn’t play at all.”

“then too bad, it’s best for you to not play in the first quarter.”

“but (name).”

“heeseung.” he stops. “please, just listen to me this once. these opponents are not just your regular playtoys that you can beat. they are higher level and I just-” you paused.

“forget it. just please listen to me. don’t complain anymore.” you say. heeseung stands there stunned as he watches you leave.

match day. it was the most extreme match that Decelis Academy had played. even jake was getting worn out. both you and your coach had decided to keep heeseung on the bench for longer. heeseung was itching to play but you knew if he went in now, he’d get hurt.

that’s right. you decided to change the whole thing because you were afraid of heeseung getting hurt. you didn’t want to admit it but you cared about him a lot more than it seems. your coach subs in people after people, none that were heeseung. it was the 3rd quarter of the game.

you were checking up on the tactics and calculated everything. finally, an idea popped into your head as you spot an opportunity. you whispered to the referee and told them to sub in heeseung. you waited until the ball was out. before that, you settled next to heeseung. he never once talked to you during the match.

“we are letting you play.” you say. heeseung turns to you.

“after the first half? you promised me after 1 quarter.” he scoffs.

“heeseung, didn’t you see nishimura get annihilated by the opponents?”

“so? we could be winning by now if I played 30 minutes ago.”

you clenched your fist, “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“oh really? would you care that much if I get hurt? we aren’t exactly on the best terms.”

“would you believe me if I said yes? that I care if you get hurt? because I do.” your eyes was glossy. you held back any tears that were about to fall.

“just shut the fuck up.” heeseung says before stands up and gets ready to be subbed in. you let out the breath you were holding. a tear slips out and you wiped it away.

as heeseung gets subs in, you excused yourself and left the hall. you walked over to the school’s garden and settled on the bench. you didn’t know why you even cared. why was it so hard for you to take the hint that heeseung hated you. maybe you should have just let him play.

you wiped the last tears that strayed on your cheeks and went back to the game. you had to watch and review the match. however, it was hard to watch it while heeseung played. thankfully, the match ends.

once again, Decelis Academy wins with ease with heeseung being the top scorer of the match. the whole time as the their coach debriefs, heeseung stares at you. you ignored it.

“all right, good job boys!”

“coach lets get something to eat! after all, we couldn’t have done it without you and manager (name)!” yunho says.

the coach turns to you, “would you like to have dinner with the team?”

you smiled weakly before shaking your head, “you guys go ahead. I don’t feel too well. enjoy, oh and send pictures in the groupchat.”

“aww come on, noona.” ni-ki pouts. “it wouldn’t be fun without you.”

“i’m sorry ni-ki, I wish I could go.”

“aww okay, noona. oh and thank you for helping with this!” ni-ki points to the bandaged up knee. you smiled.

“any time, your legs were bleeding. why wouldn’t I patch that up.” you grabbed your bag. “anyways, I have to leave now. see you guys.” you waved.

the boys waved back. you left the place.

“(name).” heeseung calls out. you didn’t look back. he grabs your wrist.

“let go.”

“did you really mean what you said back then?”

“why? so you can think it’s a lie again?” you turned back to him. “look, just cause we are enemies or on bad terms doesn’t mean I can forget my human morals and let you get injured. i’m the manager for a reason. I help out the coach and I make decisions. the coach is just there to advise things.”

“are you sure it’s just your morals?”

“heeseung, I don’t know what you’re going on about but can you please let me go? I want to go home.”

“do you love me, (name)?”

your heart drops to the pit of your stomach. you felt those feelings coming back to you like a waterfall. it was dumped onto you. feelings that you want to push back because it didn’t feel right.

“I don’t love you, lee.”

“you’re lying.”

“and who are you to validate my feelings? like you said, we aren’t on the best terms.”

“because I know you love me.”

you scoffed, “an utter bullshit. I don’t love you.”

“baby.”

“heeseung, just let me go. before I scream.” your voice wavered. you could feel yourself about to cry.

heeseung doesn’t let you go. instead, he presses his lips against yours. you shut your eyes and felt the hot tears rolling down your eyes. heeseung reaches up to wipe it away as he focuses on kissing you.

he pulls away. his fingers caressing your cheek softly. though no words were exchanged, the both of you knew that this was something you would have to have a serious talk about. for now, you would rather have heeseung in your arms, holding you tight.

⭐️ PARK JONGSEONG

PAIRING: CEO!jay x manager!reader / you are pretty stubborn here and jay is an ass here.

you remembered that cursed smirk. the way he carried himself around as he gloats at the fact that he gets better scores than you. it didn’t help the fact that years later, you’d be working under him.

he constantly made your life harder. other employees may praise him but you cursed him.

“ah, CEO park? oh he is sooooo handsome! he even gave me flowers for Valentine’s Day!”

“oh! you’re right! he gave all the lady staff flowers. roses to be exact. he is such a romantic guy!”

you could gag every time they praised him. you didn’t even get a single rose from him. you got some flower called heliotrope.

‘heliotrope: eternal love, devotion’ what joke was he pulling? was he making fun of you for being single? for being a virgin?

you slammed the bouquet down into the trash can startling the two ladies who were talking. you turned to them with a fake smile.

“it’s work hours, don’t you think you should be focusing on your work?” you threw daggers through your eyes at them. they gulped and nodded before focusing on their work. you sighed.

you felt a tap on your shoulder and so you turned to the person.

“what’s with the frown on Valentine’s Day? did jay not give you head or something?” jake teases. you grit your teeth and hit him. jake winces and pouts.

“could hand this to jay?” you gave jake a resignation letter.

“well, jay is kinda busy with-” you grabbed jake’s collar and the boy gasps.

“I don’t care, this letter better reach him. I am fucking done with his antics. i am going to grow white hair if i continue working here and it doesn’t help that he keeps making my job extra hard.”

jake nods and you let his collar go, “you may leave.” jake runs away. you groaned and massaged your temple. later on in the evening, jake hands you back the same letter.

“where is he, now?”

“in his office but wait-”

you got up from your seat and went straight to his office. you burst into his room and were caught off guard by how jay quite literally has a girl on his lap and they were making out.

“well well well, seems like this is what you’ve been doing during work hours.” you folded your arms.

jay rolls his eyes and pecks the girl’s cheek before whispering something to her. she gets up and walks out, not forgetting to give you stank eye. you rolled your eyes.

“why are you here? can’t you see I was busy? or did you come here to do some unsolicited activities too.” jay smirks.

“with you? in your dreams, park.”

jake runs in, “jay, i’m so sorry.” jay waves jake off. the boy pouts and leaves.

“why are you here then?”

you threw the letter at him, “I gave you this letter but jake came back with it.”

“I don’t approve of you leaving.”

“what kind of person doesn’t allow some who wants to resign leave?”

“you have no reason leave. hence, I didn’t approve it.”

“you don’t make any sense. I have every right to leave, you are the reason.”

“and I am the CEO, I can disapprove of you resigning. besides, shouldn’t you be happy I gave you the manager position?”

“I didn’t want to just be promoted unfairly. you manipulated this.”

“I didn’t, I think you quite fit the manager position.”

“sure, think however you’d like but I am resigning from this job.” you left his office and went back to your own.

you grabbed a box and threw your things in. jay walks in.

“(name). what are you doing?”

“packing because I said I would resign.”

“I already told you that I am not letting you leave.”

you slammed the box, “look here fuckboy. if I said I would leave, i will. moreover, I am done with you. you’ve tormented me since high school, you’ve bullied me through college. do you know how much I hated to hear my own mother comparing me to you?”

jay keeps quiet. you grabbed the flowers and pushed it back to him.

“keep this and give this to that girl you’ve been making out with. i don’t know what you were thinking for mocking my non-existent love life and that i’m a virgin but it’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t mocking you for being a virgin.” jay says.

“oh really? giving me a heliotrope? when it means eternal love and devotion. why would you give that to me when you don’t like me? oh and even if you did, why would you kiss another girl? what kind of sicko does that?”

“(name).”

“just fuck off.” you say. jay keeps his mouth shut and leaves your office. you sat back on your chair and choked up. that was a lot that you dumped on him but it was the truth. you had enough of everything and you wanted to just leave in peace.

once you were done, you carried the boxes out. everyone quietly watches you. you placed the boxes into your car trunk. you noticed jay walked towards you.

"what else do you want-" you gasp when he throws you over his shoulder. "yah! what are you doing! put me down!"

jay does not put you down, rather he carries you back into the building. you smacked his back a bunch of times and flailed in his arms. everyone was staring at the both of you but it wasn't a surprise, this sort of thing happened occasionally. everyone knew you and jay had some sort of hatred for each other.

jay only ever puts you down once he arrives at his office (which was a distance from the entrance of the huge building). once he places you down, he traps you in between his desk and himself. you fold your arms.

"you're really stubborn, huh?" you spat out. jay smirks.

"baby, you really think i'd give up on you?"

you rolled your eyes, "mr.park, it's work hours. what you're doing is workplace harassment."

he snickers before leaning more forward. you could feel your heartbeat quicken. jay lightly places pecks on your neck.

"really? it's not exactly one if you aren't moving away from it." you moved away from it a little since he pecked somewhere ticklish. you stared right into his eyes.

"don't leave." jay says.

"why? haven't you already had your fun with me all throughout high school and college?"

"(name), that's not what i meant. i don't want you to leave not to hurt you even more. i don't want you to leave because i need you."

"what? your last mission before i leave is to take my virginity?"

jay sighs, "no. that's not what i meant too. i like you, alright?"

"then why go makeout with a girl when you like me?" you fold your arms.

"because i'm stupid, alright?"

"great to know that you think so too." you watched his eyes turn dark.

"you're a brat, do you know that?" jay says.

"you pushed me to be like this. i'm force to defend myself every time you speak to me."

jay grumbles, "well i confessed to you. do you like me?"

"well, i can't possibly like someone who has tortured me for the past years." jay huffs. "but i wouldn't lie and said you've made my heart leap a couple of times."

"so...?"

"i do like you too. that was just sarcasm."

jay pulls you into a hug, his arms tight on your waist. you felt your heart race quicker.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise.” he whispers.

⭐️ SIM JAEYUN

PAIRING: academic rival! jake

studies was everything to you. it was a validation to get your parents to even stare at you in the face. you see, your parents never cared about you. they only cared about the red marks that displayed the total marks and the leaderboard amongst the whole cohort.

you were doing well until a certain brown haired boy came into the picture. everything was daises and glitter, all according to normal but it all quickly disappeared when everyone was in awe by the new student. the new student was like a new shiny object that people loved to stare at.

there was no denying the boy was blessed with good looks but his attitude. god, you have never wanted to strangle someone to death more than ever. jake sim, the epitome of every male lead rom-com. too bad, he wasn’t the main lead in your little drama, rather the villain in your chapter.

— “eeeekkkk jake sim is sooooo cute!!! did you see his latest Instagram with his dog?”

layla. everyone knew about his dog, he loved boasting about his puppy. you must admit though, she is an adorable puppy. her owner however…you’d kill him if you could.

“what’s so special about him?” you questioned.

“that i’m better than you.”

that annoying buzzing voice

you rolled your eyes before turning to face the boy. “god, do you ever just have some humbleness in you?”

“aww that wouldn’t be fun if I was humble with my academics.” jake pouts

“it would be for me so I don’t need to hear your annoying ass voice.” you growled. jake laughs.

“cutie, you try too hard. maybe you should get laid or something. I wouldn’t be opposed to help of course.” you shoved him.

“in your dreams, sim.” jake chuckles.

“would love if you were in my dreams, cutie.” he winks. you gagged.

typical morning. it was the usual and students definitely knew of the rivalry.

— “they’d probably make a cute couple.”

— “I’d say they are probably fucking behind the scenes. I mean, smart people need to blow out the stress weighted on them. right? what better way than to help each other!”

— “I heard jake had a crush on (name) but due to the rivalry, he keeps it hidden!”

complete utter bullshit when you heard the last comment. there was no way, the devil’s son would find you attractive in any way. he literally goes out his way to annoy you. it kept you up at night to even imagine his-

stupidly handsome face…

his stupid handsome, sexy ass, nice body-

no. keep it together. he is your rival. he is your enemy. he annoys the fuck out of you and you hate it. you hate him. there was no way you like him….

and then came the 2nd devil reincarnated into a form of the most beautiful girl. her name was…

“hi, my name is ji-ah.” she says as she holds out a hand. you skeptically shake it because why in the world would a pretty girl like her want to be your friend. there must be a reason.

the said reason: sim jaeyun

yup, the only reason why ji-ah became your ‘friend’ was to get with jake. it’s not like you were jealous.

“you’re funny jake!” she smacks his arm. jake blushes and bashfully smiles.

you could feel the blood raging in you. now what was this feeling? surely, you weren’t jealous. it was impossible.

but alas, jake sim made the impossible, possible. you had feelings for jake. it took you a singular day to figure out. props to you being the smartest student, I guess? however, with jake being entertained by the pretty girl. you couldn’t do much.

so you stopped reciprocate his small little teases. you don’t roll your eyes anymore and instead choose to walk away or ignore him. at first, it made jake stunned but he soon learnt to shrug it off and went about his day. his day being filled with ji-ah. which meant, it wasn’t a surprise to hear they started dating.

however, your heart aches. you want the old jake back, the one who would tease you and flirt with you. now, he doesn’t even talk to you. you were sad. exams made your feelings 10 times worse. you felt your body wanting to shut down on you as you continued to study late at night.

you woke up to find yourself on your study table, the lamp still turned on and you were laying on the math paper you were working on. you felt horrible. it was like you got ran over by a truck or something. you still went to school though. only this time instead of looking so enthusiastic, you had covered yourself with a hood.

during break time, you didn’t feel like eating so you laid your head on the desk and fell asleep. the next time you woke up, the teacher had knocked on your desk. you apologised and asked to go to the bathroom. however, you couldn’t make it to the bathroom when suddenly, your legs gave up on you. you fell to the ground and blacked out.

when you woke up again, you realised you were in the school’s infirmary. you sat up but felt like the room was spinning so you laid back down. the curtain pulls back and jake appears.

“you’re awake.” he says.

“why are you here.” the tone sounding a little too harsh and you nearly winced at it.

“I brought you here because you fainted.”

“you have no reason to stay here.”

“I have every reason to stay here.”

“you have a girlfriend. you should go to her.”

“we broke up.”

“I don’t care.” you say. you try to sit up again but couldn’t because you felt like throwing up.

“have this, I know you have not eaten yet.”

“how do you know?”

“because i saw you sleeping. you didn’t have lunch.”

“was that before or after you broke up.”

“I thought you said you didn’t care?” he teases. you don’t even have the energy to roll your eyes. your lips felt numb, you must look horrible. “let’s get you home.”

“no. it’s fine, i need to study. let’s get back to class.”

“you’re sick.”

“and? that doesn’t stop me from getting higher marks then you.”

“your health is more important.”

“my life depends on my grades so let me get back to class.” you tried to stand up once again but jake doesn’t let you.

“I don’t care if you get higher marks then me. I just want you to be healthy.” jake says.

“and why do you care?”

“because I like you.”

it went completely silent. not a single sound except for the ringing at your ears.

“you what?” that’s before you hurled into a bucket nearby. jake pats your back trying to soothe you as you threw up. he hands you a tissue so you could wipe your mouth. he then hands you a juice box so you could have some energy.

“I like you a lot.”

“but don’t you hate me?”

“hate you? I could never.” jake says.

“then why do always attempt to ruin me? why do you go through the troubles of making my life miserable?”

“are grades that really important to you?”

you sighed, “not exactly but my parents they-”

“only care about your grades? (name), my parents are exactly like that.”

“so?”

“why don’t we date and rebel against our parents together? it’s best thing we could do. they can’t control our lives and what we want.”

“jake…”

he leans in and you covered your lips, “yah, I threw up. what are you trying to do?”

he smirks, “did you think I was going to kiss you or something?” you smacked him.

“shut up.” he notices the tips of your ears turning red and smiles.

“how about I take you home and take care of you, hmm?”

“but my mom is home.”

“oh so you’re not opposing of me taking care of you?”

“jake, I swear to god.”

“come on now, baby. I gotta nurse my girlfriend back to health!!”

he picks you up and you wanted to disappear from the plane of the earth but I guess at least you got jake.

⭐️ PARK SUNGHOON

PAIRING: childhood enemy! sunghoon / roommates au! / one-sided hatred

i'm sure everyone had their fair share of people they hated for no reason when they were younger. however, this wasn't the case for you. you had a reason to hate park sunghoon. he was the worst. what exactly was the reason for you to hate the boy? he ruined your favourite barbie doll. moreover, that barbie doll was the one your late mother gave you before she passed on due to a mystery illness.

you vowed to never chat with him. you prayed to never see him when you started middle school.

alas, the universe cursed you and you saw park sunghoon every grade you moved onto. you remembered the stupid glasses that adorned his face. the annoying laugh that would surround the hallway as he laughed with his friends. after graduating from middle school, you prayed once again to never want to see sunghoon.

it didn't work as you know. you saw him again. you suffered through his teasing for many more years in high school. then college came. as what you knew, sunghoon was going to choose a different college from you and you were happy.

but why was he standing in the same living room as you?

"what the fuck are you doing here?" you say. a smirk slowly adorns his face.

"well, well. fancy seeing you, princess." sunghoon smirks.

since you didn't see sunghoon at the last day of high school graduation, you had not seen him for months. it was a surprise to you to see the boy had changed...a lot. he was a complete heartthrob but that didn't mean you'd fall for him.

you rolled your eyes, "why are you here? i thought you wanted to go to some sports college with your ice skating girlfriend?"

"high school sweethearts don't always last. besides, i planned to make a better and stable living. ice skating isn't a guaranteed success. once i reach 30, i'll be thrown to the side anyways. they only focus on younger talents."

you were staring at him as if he was insane. when did he get so matured? it's only been like 5 months since high school ended. how could he change that much?

"i don't know what happened to you fooling around but i'm sure you'll easily find a girlfriend here. they'll definitely like the little passionate talk you gave me just now." you grabbed the box on the floor. "guess we are roommates. don't talk to me and just pretend i'm not here."

you left and went to the empty bedroom. there were 2 other bedrooms which meant there were probably two other housemates/roommates living in the same dorm. it didn't surprise you to see another guy and girl show up. from what you heard, sunghoon and the guy knew each other. guess they warmed up during the orientation that you didn't go to.

"hi, i'm byeol." she holds out her hand. you smiled and shook it.

"i'm (name)."

"oh, i heard. sunghoon said that you and him knew each other back then. he said something about being high school lovers?" you pinched the bridge of your nose at her words and sighed.

"sunghoon is wrong. we-" you paused. did sunghoon even hate you? it felt really one-sided. whatever. "we hate each other."

"really? cause it seems like sunghoon looked really happy to talk about you."

"gross. me and sunghoon could never be a couple."

“oh really? that’s great…”

“great?” you tilt your head.

“I think I might start crushing on sunghoon. he is so good looking.” byeol shyly says.

“that’s good for you.” you say. however, you can’t help but sense something off. it felt…weird. you just brushed it off though.

“think you could help me? you know him the best since you’ve known him for so long.”

“uhh sure? but like I said, me and him are enemies-”

“yeah but you’ve known him for soooo long surely you’d realise little things right?” byeol pouts.

“well no-”

“great! you’ll help me. thank you!!” byeol skips to her bedroom afterwards.

god, she’s insane…

and she truly was. when she first moved in, you thought that maybe…just maybe you’d have a friend that didn’t fall in love with sunghoon but unfortunately, luck was never on your side. to make matters worse, byeol always tries to play the cutesy card. using aeygo at any given chance with sunghoon. you were surprised he even put up with her. maybe he likes her…

*snap* *snap* “earth to (name). hey, we need to continue with the project.” jake says.

“fuck, i’m sorry.”

“i’m thankful that we are roommates. it’s so much better since we can just stay in the living room and do our work till late at night.”

“me too.”

you hear byeol’s giggling and your eyes went to where the sound came from. byeol’s bedroom was wide open and her lights were off but you could see a slip of light under sunghoon’s door. she was in sunghoon’s room, you couldn’t help but frown at it.

“are you okay?”

“yeah, sorry. let’s continue.”

“do you like sunghoon?”

“no. I don’t.” you continued to draw out what was needed for the project.

“you know…byeol and sunghoon have been hooking up.” you paused after hearing jake.

“why should I care.”

“because I know you like him.”

“jake, I don’t like him.”

“stop lying to yourself.”

“i’m not.” jake sighs and grabs the pen that you were gripping. he places it down on the table and holds your hands.

“look at me in the eyes and tell me you hate him.” you looked at jake but no words were coming out. your lips quiver and your head drops down. jake hugs you.

“I like him.” you whisper.

after that interaction with jake that night, you started to avoid sunghoon. I mean you were already avoiding him since you ‘hated’ him but you completely avoided him even more. you never stepped foot where he did and it’s like you disappeared in sunghoon’s sight.

you locked yourself in your room if sunghoon was home and you never came out.

“congrats on the ‘A’ partner.” jake nudges you. you smiled.

“you too partner.”

“wanna go out for dinner to celebrate-”

“(name).” you froze when you heard that voice. you felt your fight or flight mode kick in and you instantly wanted to get out of there. as you stepped once, sunghoon grabs your wrist and pulls you away from jake.

sunghoon brings you over to a secluded spot. he folds his arms and his jaw clenched. you were honestly kinda scared.

“why are you avoiding me?”

“why do you care?”

“I was worried.”

“and why should you be worried? you have a girlfriend to tend to.”

“what girlfriend?”

“ah right, sorry I meant your little hook up toy.” you fold your arms.

sunghoon pinches the bridge of his nose, “me and byeol never did it.”

“jake told me you guys have been hooking up.”

it went silent after you said it. “so it’s true.”

“(name), is not true.” sunghoon says.

you couldn’t trust him. not when he has constantly ruined your life. you bit your lips to hold back yourself from crying. however, once you blink, a tear escapes. you quickly wiped it away.

“I have to go.” you left sunghoon. sunghoon watches your figure leave. he wanted to run to you but his foot remains on the ground.

back at the house, you threw yourself on onto your bed and cried. you cried for hours and hours, the tears didn’t stop and you didn’t know why. was this what it felt like to be heartbroken? your heart hurts like it was actually torn apart.

there were knocks at your bedroom door but you ignored it. it stops after a while and somehow, you fell asleep. your body was tired, giving up on you after hours of crying. the next morning, light peaks through your curtains and shines down on you. you tried getting up but you felt lethargic. you felt like you were on fire. you got up and you had stumbled out of your bedroom.

you looked around for your medicine that you had. however, before you could even get to the kitchen, your body shuts down. you fell to the ground. the next time you wake up, you realised you were not in your bedroom but you were still in the dorm. you looked around and realised a familiar pair of ice skating shoes in display. the medals and trophies that were displayed on the shelf.

“I still remember when you attempted to throw your silver medal at me.” sunghoon says. your head turns to meet the boy’s figure. he was leaning at the doorframe.

“why am I here?”

“you fainted. you’re also running down fever.” he checks on your temperature by kissing your forehead. you felt your cheeks heating up. “yeah, it’s still pretty bad.”

his eyes met with yours. you swore his eyes flickered onto your lips for a split second. you pushed him away.

“thanks for taking care of me while I was out cold but I can take care of myself now. I don’t need your help.” you tried getting up but sunghoon sighs and grabs your wrist.

“me and byeol didn’t hook up. jake just told you that because he assumed we did.” sunghoon says.

“why are you telling me this?”

“because.” you felt his arms wrap around your waist and his head placed on your shoulder. “I know someone cried yesterday.”

you tried to pry his hands that wrapped around you but failed since he was strong.

“I didn’t know you liked me (name).” sunghoon says. you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t like you.”

“but you were jealous.”

“who said I was jealous. you can hook up with that bitch.”

“hmm but the only one I want is you.” you felt butterflies erupt.

“didn’t you say i’m sick? shouldn’t you be 1 arm away from me?”

“I don’t mind getting sick if I get to hug you like this.”

“god, who knew you’d be such a simp.” you rolled your eyes.

“for you.” he says. you giggled when he snuggles his head at the crook of your neck. “want to cuddle my girl.”

“but i’m not your girl though?” you teased. sunghoon picks you up and places you down on his bed. he quickly wraps his arm around you to cuddle.

“mmm but you are my girl.”

“I never said about being your girlfriend though.” he pecks your lips and you gasp.

“will you be my girlfriend?”

“what if I said no?”

“I know you wouldn’t say no.”

“you’re so full of yourself.” you chuckled. sunghoon pecks your cheek once more. surprisingly, you fell asleep really quickly. guess you were tired and maybe sunghoon’s warmth made you feel comfortable.

⭐️ KIM SUNOO

GENRE: vice president of student council! sunoo + president of student council! reader

if you were to recall back the day you were elected as the president of the student council…you could remember the scowl that was plastered on your vice-president. you could also faintly remember the complaints he let out to his friends when the results were out.

“if I didn’t get the position of president, they should’ve just kicked me out as a whole. who even wants to work with (name). she’s sooooo annoying.”

you grimaced. you understood sunoo hated you but damn he really despised you. to the complete point where he didn’t even want to work with you. too bad though, they made sunoo the vice-president and he was forced to work with you.

lately, the whole council has been busy with the school’s music festival. since your school was a music/performing arts school, this event was the most important event ever. there would be tons of students performing and showing off their skills (those who signed up only).

both you and sunoo had practically been overworked trying to plan the event. how it would go, the lighting, getting the stage ready, etc. you couldn’t even get enough sleep since the teachers would be up your ass for the forms and paperwork. who knew being president would be so hard?

“jungwon, please help me get a signature of approval from Mrs.Jae.”

“on it.” jungwon runs out of the room with the papers. just as jungwon leaves, sunoo enters. he places his bag down on the couch.

“why are you here so early?”

“we need to finish up the remaining paperwork and it’s better we start early.”

“then why didn’t you tell me?

“because you mentioned that this class is important so you need to be there the whole time?”

“I never mentioned that.” sunoo rolls his eyes.

you slammed the pen down and it startled sunoo.

“you can do everything yourself, (name). I have an important class to attend and my grades depend on this lesson. the teacher is going through some exam tips.” you mocked sunoo.

he folds his arm, “you don’t even have proof.”

“look sunoo, how about you take this set of paperwork and do it. I have no time to argue with you.” you grabbed the other half of papers and left the office.

“god, she’s so grumpy.” sunoo grumbles.

you sat in the library for some peace and quiet. it was the perfect place for you to concentrate and you were so happy you were far from sunoo. the air-conditioning blew perfectly and it was nice. it made you sleepy. what if you just…lay your head down on the table for a while.

the next time you woke up, you realised a jacket was wrapped around you. who had placed this. however, you were more worried about the stack of papers that you were tasked to go through. it was gone. you panicked for a second until you noticed the note stuck on your phone.

‘took your other half and did it. once it’s done, I’ll place it on your desk. also you look like an idiot drooling whilst sleeping.’

– sunoo

you huffed. if he was just going to do everything why didn’t he just say so. instead, he made you think he didn’t want to do it. this meant one thing though, this jacket was definitely sunoo’s. you could quickly tell too since there was a whiff of the strawberry lipbalm he uses.

wait how did you know how his lipbalm smells like? you shook your head. no, it’s just because there are times where you and sunoo were close enough while working on some student council work. it’s not because you’ve thought of kissing him. you would be insane to think so.

the next day, you hand sunoo the jacket right as he was talking to his friends.

“here. your jacket, thank you for lending it to me.” you say. this causes his friends to glance in shock at the both of you.

“are you two-” “no. we aren’t.” sunoo quickly shuts down jake’s words.

“we have a meeting later. see you and jungwon later.” you quickly say before leaving. right as you step away, you felt your heart beating fast. what is wrong with you?

it’s nothing. you walked to school quickly. speed walk, power walked to school. which was why your heart is racing.

that’s when you were wrong.

it took you probably 2 hours later to realise, no random person’s heart would race after talking to a guy. a guy they hated as a matter fact. which only meant.

you liked sunoo.

you liked his stupid annoying voice. you liked the fact that he argues with you. you mostly definitely loved the fact that he is the only one who pays attention to you. why did you have to discover this right before the meeting. now you can’t face kim sunoo without imagining his lips on yours.

it was an x-rated thought. why did you have to think about him kissing you and why do you kinda like imagining it. you must be insane.

however, here you are in the meeting with the other council members. they were showing off PowerPoint slides and presenting the flow of the event however you weren’t even paying attention.

“pres, is this okay?” jungwon asks. you hummed a little confused.

“oh, i’m so sorry. yeah, it’s fine. we should also have some of our members be on standby to queue the next group to perform.”

jungwon nods, “I’ll ask haneul if she can be the backstage coordinator.”

“sunoo, do you have anything to add?” you asked.

“no, everything has been well planned. we just need to execute it on that day. hopefully, the event will turn out as successful as the ones our seniors had done.”

“alright, that’s all. great job everyone, see all of you at the festival and please wear something appropriate. you saw what happened to our seniors.” you warned the others. they nod.

each one of them slowly leaves the room and the only ones left were you and sunoo. you had pushed back the chair and made sure everything had been cleaned up.

“are you joining the festival?” sunoo suddenly voices out.

“hmm? oh, no. I can’t sing.”

“but you can dance?”

“i’m too shy to get on stage. I have stage fright.”

“but you dance.”

“it’s just a hobby I do.”

“yeah but you joined a performing arts school.” sunoo says.

“well, that’s pretty obvious huh? can’t I have stage fright even if I am in a performing arts school?” you glared at sunoo. sunoo rolls his eyes.

“I thought I could have a once in a lifetime civil talk with you but you make it impossible to hold a conversation with you.” sunoo says. you gasp.

“the only annoying ass person that can’t hold a conversation is you!”

sunoo glares at you before huffing and leaving the room. once he leaves the room, you let out a sigh of relief. your heart was racing quicker than usual and you hated that sunoo was the cause of it.

the day of the music festival arrived. tons of students were running around trying to play the carnival games that were organised. there were also some redeeming prizes after the amount of tickets they gathered. you sighed, you would love to have fun but you were the council president. you had to watch over everything so nothing goes wrong.

today, you didn’t feel exactly the best. after studying so much for the past few days, you felt under the weather. however, since you were the president, you had to be present. you held onto the wall beside you and steadied yourself. you had to be strong, you couldn’t show your weak side. however, you nearly fell but someone holds onto your shoulder to prevent you from falling.

“hey, are you okay?” it was sunoo.

“yeah. I’m fine.” sunoo places his hand on your forehead and sighs.

“you’re burning up.” he grabs your hand and drags you to the nurse’s office.

“i’m fine.” you say as you arrived at the nurse’s office. unfortunately, the nurse wasn’t around as she went out for lunch but sunoo knew what to take.

“you look pale and you were about to faint. god, did you even eat lunch yet?”

“no I skipped lunch-”

“to do administrative? prioritise your health first, dummy.” sunoo huffs. he hands you a bottle of water and also a protein bar.

“eat this then take the medicine. it’s not good to eat your medicine on an empty stomach.”

“but i’m fine!”

“no you’re not!”

“sunoo, listen I don’t know why you care about me but I-”

“I care because I like you!” sunoo shouts.

dead silence

it’s like you could only hear both yours and sunoo’s breathing only. you were shocked, sunoo liked you? how was that possible? he hated you? what happened to being enemies? i mean, you weren’t complaining since you liked him too.

“the thought of you getting hurt, it also pains me too. you know. I get that you want to study and do well in your studies but please don’t hurt yourself in the process.” sunoo begs.

“sunoo.”

“like come on, you’re already smart. I don’t get why you have to study so late at night. it’s already annoying to see you do so well that I can’t possibly catch up with my crush but damn-”

“sunoo!”

he stops blabbering, “thank you for caring about me and thank you for liking me. I just, didn’t expect you to like me too.”

“you…like me?” sunoo’s eyes widened.

“yes. well, I would’ve said it slightly earlier but you were rambling-”

the boy cuts you off with a peck to your cheek. it catches you off guard.

let’s just say you left the nurse’s office with a boyfriend. people were definitely shocked to see their president and vice-president holding hands and smiling at each other.

⭐️ YANG JUNGWON

PAIRING: class president! jungwon x bad girl! reader. more of a one-sided enemies.

you were I would say a bad student. both in academically and in physical terms. jungwon was the opposite of you. he was the bright star student that constantly gets praised, was appointed class president of your class and was also really kind.

well to others. not to you. you have no idea why yang jungwon hated your guts. maybe, he just hated bad looking people. you’d say he’s uptight and would always turn down party invitations to study.

however, that thought changed when you saw yang jungwon in a loose fitting clothes and sweatpants. it was a comfortable choice but made him look stunning nonetheless. his bangs were down, he laughed with his friends whilst taking a sip of his…is that wine? you didn’t expect him to even be drinking.

clearly, you stared for too long because soon jungwon’s gaze falls onto you. you looked away and simply went about your merry way. however, jungwon didnt stop staring.

“who are you staring at?” jay asks. jake’s eyes trailed jungwon’s gaze and he realised that jungwon was staring at you.

“I thought you hated her? why are you staring at her?”

sunghoon suddenly smirks, “oh? does little wonie have a crush?” jungwon rolls his eyes.

“as if. she’s literally the worst girl I’ve ever seen and had to deal with.” jungwon rolls his eyes.

“and yet she piqued your interest, didn’t she?” sunghoon nudges jungwon.

it was true. though you were a ‘bad girl’ a complete opposite of jungwon. you still piqued his interests and he wanted to observe you. from far of course. or maybe, up close too.

the next day, you walked into class late. the teacher scolds you the whole while you walked to your seat. you’ve practically tuned it out, already used to the yelling in your life.

“detention!” the teacher finally says. you sighed. yet another detention, of course.

“and I will have jungwon tutor you since you are lagging behind class!”

your eyes widened. that flower boy was tutoring you? him? he was literally a bunch of rainbows and flowers every time. after the teacher says so, you turned to look at jungwon. he was already staring at you. great, he already hated the idea of tutoring you. his little cat eyes just slowly turning into a glare as his eyebrows furrow.

yay! you were so excited to have him tutor you (read: sarcasm). I mean, you knew he isn’t evil, he just probably hates you because you’re always in the detention and you are like the worst student possible. however, it’s not like you offended him in any way. the tutor session should be fine!

that was you 4 hours before actually starting the tutor session. you have never felt so intimidated by your class president but why was he so scary while teaching you.

“if x equals to 6 what is y?” jungwon raises eyebrow at you.

“u-uh 15?” you squeak out. it made you sound so weak which is weird because normally you’d be the one who was confident.

“wrong. it’s 24. you got the question wrong once again.”

“right. uh, how you…do this question again?” you asked. jungwon groans.

“I’ve gone through this question 5 times already. how do you not get it.”

“well, if math wasn’t so hard. I would get it.” you groaned.

“well, too bad. suck it up and learn how to do it.” he rolls his eyes.

“why the fuck do you hate me so much? I did nothing wrong? i’m just being myself.” you whisper yelled because you were in the library.

“because you’re annoying.” jungwon says.

“what? I never interact with you in class at all. how am I annoying?”

“every single time you’re late, I have to report to the teacher and it’s tiring to write down everything.”

“sounds like a you problem. you could’ve said no to being our class president.”

“and not be lucky to get leadership points?”

you rolled your eyes, “well, if you don’t like me. you could’ve not come to teach me!”

“I would if I could but because the teacher is counting on me, I have to do this.” jungwon folds his arm.

“you know what? forget it.” you packed your things. “since you don’t want to take the initiative to leave. I’ll leave for you, I have detention anyways.”

as you leave, jungwon’s jaw drops. never in his whole life has someone walked out on him like that. it kinda threw him off. well, okay. it threw him off by a lot.

the next day, jungwon catches your wrist and drags you to the library. it startled you and he pushes you to sit down on the chair.

“we are going to study whether you like it or not!” jungwon huffs and takes out his book. “turn to page 135.”

you were shocked, "hey, you can't just drag me here and force me to study. you didn't want to teach me in the first place!"

"stop being stubborn and flip to page 135."

"jerk." you muttered under your breath.

1 month later, you were still studying with jungwon. he was more civil now at least, he kept his thoughts to himself and you were thankful you didn't have to hear him complain about your mathematics being horrible. he points to the question and asks you for the answer.

"72." jungwon hums at your answer.

"correct."

you sighed in relief, "great. now, this means you can stop tutoring me."

"who said i would stop? you still have 99 more questions and you still have to pass the finals."

"why are you so insisted on helping me? i thought you made it clear you didn't want to teach me?" you huffed and folded your arms.

"seeing your grades look horrible irks me and i hate to see failing classmates so i'm here to help."

"weird. i don't usually see you go around helping our classmates. do you like me or something?"

your words caused jungwon to freeze in his seat. did he like you? no, it's not possible when you're looking really pretty in your leather jacket and coloured hair-

okay...jungwon liked you.

"and if i said i did? what are you going to do about it?"

this time it caught you off guard.

"you what?"

he gets closer to you and you gasp, "i said what if i did? what if i liked you? what are you going to do about it?"

you didn't say anything. completely speechless. you could feel your heart racing. why did jungwon suddenly look so good? you must be going insane.

jungwon pecks your cheek, "alright. turn to page 180 now. we need to cover the next few questions."

you do as you were told. still not getting over the little affection jungwon just gave you. you had to concentrate on your work for now, maybe you'd get your answers later.

or maybe he might actually kiss you for doing a good job. now, that was your motivation.

⭐️ NISHIMURA RIKI

PAIRING: star basketball player! ni-ki x fem! reader (they are college so I sort of aged up ni-ki)

basketball, the sport that ni-ki loved so much and grew to love. besides, with the advantage of being so tall, why wouldn’t he use it?

“heeseung hyung, pass the ball!” he yells out on the court. it was a small game, to train before their big final game. you were there to snap some pictures since you were part of the journalist club of your college. they usually placed someone in charge of sports for the season and this time around you were the chosen lucky one.

your job was simple, take pictures of them playing and then interview the players before and after the match to gather their thoughts. it would be simple, if you weren’t forced to literally take charge of the basketball team. you hated them, they were the worst people ever. okay, one person on the team was and it was nishimura riki. the literal bane of your existence. your enemy the most annoying person you ever met, you wished he wasn’t so good in basketball because he wouldn’t have gotten into the same university as you without his stupid athlete scholarship.

just as you snapped some photos and reviewed them, ni-ki grabs your camera and places it above his head. he was mainly teasing you for how short you are compared to him. you tried jumping to get it but failed multiple times, he laughs.

“aww little shorty is trying sooo hard to grab her precious camera.” he teases.

“nishimura, give it back. if you break the camera, i will break your legs and you won’t be able to play the season.”

he leans down to face you, “and if you break my legs will you play with the team for me?”

you scoffed and grabbed the camera from his hands.

“no. you can suffer yourself.”

just as ni-ki was about to retaliate, heeseung yells after him. ni-ki smacks your shoulders and winks at you before leaving.

“oooo nishimura, stop flirting with your girlfriend while we have practice!!” yunho, a fellow member of the team yells.

“yah! me and that asshole aren’t dating!!”

“you wished though!” ni-ki yells.

“fuck off!” you yelled back.

ni-ki’s teammates laughed as you two bicker. this was how it was, the constant bicker and subtle flirting. you weren’t flirting with ni-ki, at least that’s what you thought. maybe you just didn’t understand flirting but you clearly could tell ni-ki was sort of flirting with you. which was weird because didn’t he hate your guts in high school? why was he so flirty now? maybe he was just going through it, being a freshman and seeing college girls. it gives you the freedom like you are old enough to do something.

finally, it was the final match to the end of the season. you could finally catch a breath because you wouldn’t be focusing on the sports team next season. as the basketball team surrounded each other discussed their tactic, you took a video and snapped some photos. hopefully this would make it more professional.

the basketball team disperses and the game starts. the ball being dribbled down the court and each of the boys moving swiftly. you snapped some photos as they were playing and honestly, you think that the current pictures you took were going to be legendary. just as you put your camera down, you realised the basketball ball was being hurled at you. you closed your eyes ready for the impact but all you felt was someone holding you close and a thud.

when you opened your eyes, you realise that ni-ki had hold you close. the basketball rolling away. he checks up on you before grabbing the ball and going back into the court to finish playing the game. your cheeks were glowing, your face felt hot so you had fanned yourself. a few of the people in the crowd were making noise at the gesture ni-ki had done. it made you want to hide in one corner and just disintegrate into the ground. however, you knew you still had to continue with journaling the match because this was your job as a journalist.

the match continues with the occasional squeaking of shoes because that's how all basketball games turn out. the announcer watches and comments on every move that the players on court had to say. there were a lot of moments where your school's team could've scored a goal but the game was just toxic in general. the other team played dirty multiple times, they always found a way to not get kicked out of the court and manage to get away with it.

ni-ki was starting to get annoyed. his jaw clenches, that is when the whole room felt different. it's like a light switch was turned on because suddenly it felt really dangerous. before the time ended, your college basketball team start scoring more goals. it was brutal to the other team but ni-ki did it. the team won. they carried him up and threw him up in the air as ni-ki held the trophy. you managed to capture that moment and it was amazing.

you were smiling a little. it was heart warming. the team lets ni-ki down and he stumbles over to you.

"i won for you." he says.

you snicker, "oh really now, nishimura?"

the boy nods. "since i won this for you, may I take you on a date as a prize?"

"what is this? i thought you saw me as a threat?" you teased him.

"yeah, a threat to my heart." he flirts back. you laughed.

"go bathe, you stink." you pushed him lightly. he laughs.

"so it's on?"

"shut up."

ni-ki scoffs playfully. "you didn't say no, i'll see you later~" he leaves to bathe.

yup, this was your enemy. a dork but you liked it that way.

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Tiny Toes: Part 6.4 - Cassian x Reader

This went in a completely different direction to what I had planned and basically wrote itself so buckle up for a whole heap of tooth-rotting fluff 🥰

Summary: Birthday Parties + Forgotten Conversations + Family Time

Word Count: 2.6k

You can read the previous part here

It was the day after Ottie’s 3rd birthday party and the three of you were currently sprawled across the living room floor eating left over birthday cake as Ottie lined up all of her presents and did a show-and-tell for you and Cassian.

“This one is from Auntie Elain,” she picked up the beginners gardening set, making sure you both got a good look before putting it down and turning to the next present. “And this is from Uncle Az,” next was a tiny set of Illyrian leathers and a wooden toy sword that was almost an exact replica of Truth Teller, it had left Ottie squealing in excitement upon opening it.

“You are one spoiled little girl, Otts.” Cassian says as he takes in the massive pile of gifts beside her once she had finished going through all of them for the second time that morning, “where are we even going to put all of this?” Ottie just grins at him and nods, yes, she definitely knows how loved she is; Hells, you had even woken up the morning of her birthday to a small bundle of gifts by the front gate that citizens of Velaris had left out for her.

With a sigh you sat up, placing a hand on Cassian’s stretched out leg as you took in the pile of presents and plates littered with cake crumbs.

“How about some actual food?”

Ottie let out a groan, “but there’s still cake that needs to be eaten, it’ll get sad if it’s not in our tummies.”

With a deep chuckle, Cassian pulled himself up to sit beside you, absentmindedly wrapping an arm around your waist as he nudged your foot with his own. “How about we make something really yummy while you play with your new toys, then once we’ve finished eating, we can have more cake?”

With a sceptical look between the two of you, Ottie agreed and was then preoccupied once more as she made her way over to her new paint set that Feyre had gifted her. After a loud groan followed by a stretch as he got to his feet, Cassian stuck out a hand to help pull you off the ground and was then coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your front as you walked into the kitchen together.

“Hi,” he murmured against your ear, keeping his body pressed against your back as you looked around the pantry in search of some food that consisted of some form of nutrients. You hummed in response, turning around and leaning up on your toes to pull him in closer for a kiss.

“Hi,” you repeated against his lips, smiling as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“I’ve missed you…” he whispered, leaning down to trail kisses along your jaw then down your neck.

“I’ve missed you too, which is crazy because we’ve been together constantly the past few days.”

“Not quite the same though, is it? Not with the house being overrun by overbearing family members and small children everywhere. This is the first we’ve been alone since before Ottie’s birthday, seeing that she managed to convince us into letting her sleep in our bed to make her birthday even more special.” Cassian said with a roll of his eyes, fully aware of the manipulation tactics his daughter was prepared to use against him in order to get her way.

“Not really,” you mused purely to tease him, “we were alone last night.”

A nip to your ear told you he wasn’t impressed. “Doesn’t count. We both passed out straight away, didn’t even have the energy to get a cuddle in before we fell asleep.”

“What a travesty.” You said distractedly as you wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled his lips back down to slant over yours, letting out a small moan as Cassian backed you into the counter.

“You know,” he whispered against your lips, breath fanning out across your skin, “she’s currently distracted by her ridiculous mountain of presents, we could sneak upstairs for a few moments…”

You grinned in response, letting out a small shriek when he lifted you up, tapping your thighs to prompt you into wrapping your legs around his waist as he reattached his lips to your neck. With near-silent giggles, you clung to Cassian as he quietly made his way towards the stairs, getting three steps up before…

“Daddy?” Ottie’s voice called out from the living room, causing Cassian to let out a frustrated sigh as you dropped your head to his shoulder. “What’s your favourite colour?”

You stifled a laugh as Cassian looked at you, eyes laced with longing despite the perplexed expression on his face. “Umm, green?” he answered, not quite processing his words as the touch of your lips traced along his jaw and your fingers tugged through the hair at the back of his neck.

“Thank you.” Cassian waited a few seconds to see if Ottie would say anything else before raising his eyebrows at you and continuing up the flight of stairs. You managed to get up all of four steps when her voice rang out again.

“Mummy?”

You felt your eyes widen as you let out a shocked splutter, looking to Cassian who seemed to be holding in a laugh at your reaction.

“Mummy?” Ottie called out again, this time in a more demanding tone.

At Cassian’s shrug of indifference, you took in a deep breath before calling back down the stairs to her, patting Cassian’s arm for him to put you back down on the ground.

“Yes, Ottie?” you hesitantly replied, eyes not leaving Cassian’s as he stared back at you, a soft expression crossing his features.

“What’s your favourite colour?”

“Blue.”

“Thank you. Don’t come back until I say you can, it’s a surprise.” She demanded, followed by the sound of the living room door slamming shut.

“What…?” You quietly ask Cassian as he took your hand and led you up the stairs and into your bedroom. After shutting the door behind him, Cassian joined you on the bed and leant against the headboard, the comforting and familiar weight of his arm wrapping around your shoulders had you snuggling in closer to his side. “Mummy? She called my mummy.”

“She did.”

“You don’t seem surprised by it.”

“I was going to mention something the other day but…” he trailed off, glancing at you with a guilt-ridden expression.

“But what?” you deadpanned, sitting up and eyeing Cassian as he averted his gaze.

“I forgot?”

“You forgot? How did you forget? This is huge. Okay, what happened?” you asked excitedly. The two of you had discussed Ottie calling you mum a couple of months ago after an elderly couple had stopped you in the street to talk about what a good parent you were to the little Illyrian. Ultimately, you had both decided to let Ottie steer the situation; when she decided to start calling you mum, if she even wanted to, would be entirely up to her.

“She mentioned something about it the other night when I was putting her to bed,” was the vague answer Cassian gave you, seemingly deciding it wasn’t important enough as taking advantage of a distracted child and an empty bedroom.

“Cassian!” You exclaimed, pulling his head up and away from your neck as you shrugged out of his embrace and fixed him with a look that said nothing would be happening until he talked.

“Ugh, alright. The other night – look, do you really want to talk about this now when she’s distracted, and we’ve got–”

“Cassian…” you repeated, holding back a smile as he threw his head back with a groan.

“Okay, okay. The other night I was tucking her in, and she was all quiet so I asked if something was wrong and she said she wasn’t sure, so I asked again and she said she had been thinking a lot lately but got all hesitant,” Cassian looked at you, a soft smile on his face, “then she asked if it really mattered that you didn’t have her in your tummy before she was born.”

“Oh,” was all you could bring yourself to say, mind going blank as you processed what Cassian had told you and what had been running through Ottie’s mind.

Cassian pressed a kiss to your temple as he took both of your hands in his. “And then,” he continued, giving your hands a squeeze, “when I asked her if it mattered to her, she said, and I quote, no I don’t think it does because I want her to be my mummy and I love her and I know she loves me, or something like that anyway. We chatted a bit more then when I was about to leave she asked me if I thought you would mind if she started calling you mummy.”

You looked at Cassian through tears. “And?” you promoted when he remained silent.

“And,” he gave you a nudge at your impatience, “I told her that you would love it if she started calling you mummy. Y/N, you should have seen the way her face lit up…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. She was even more ecstatic to hear that than when she unwrapped Az’s birthday present.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me any of this when it happened?”

“Like I said, I forgot.”

“You’re hopeless, you’re also a terrible storyteller…”

“Yeah, yeah. Can we get back to us now? Please?”

With a content sigh you wrap your arms back around Cassian’s neck and climb into his lap, slanting your lips over his as you try to fight back your tears. He pulls you down with him as he leans back against the pillows, arms coming up to wrap around your waist.

“You alright?” he breaks the kiss, letting out a laugh when you nod your response with a small sniff. “You sure? Because you’re currently crying while I kiss you and that’s not the greatest thing for my confidence…”

You laugh as you softly whack him, face lighting up when you see the look in his eyes and the love-filled smile on his face as he watched you from against the pillow. The emotion in that look sent you even further over the edge, a fresh wave of tears welling in your eyes that had Cassian sitting back up with you in concern.

“Y/N?”

“No, I’m fine,” you laugh despite the tears running down your face. “Really, I am. I promise. It’s just Ottie and you and… oh gods.”

Cassian lifts up a hand to wipe away your tears, fixing you with a look of concerned bemusement as you laugh and cry. “Sorry,” you sniff, taking in a deep breath and smiling when Cassian shakes his head to dismiss your pointless apology. “Sorry. Okay, I’m good. It’s just the two of you make me so happy and, you know, a few years ago I never thought I would have something like this and now… Did I ever tell you I almost said no when Elain asked if I would babysit her niece? I don’t even want to think where I would be right now if I hadn’t agreed to.”

Cassian remained silent as he gently cupped your face, thumbs swiping across your cheeks to wipe away the last of your tears before he pulled you into a soft kiss that had you melting against him.

“We would have found each other.”

“Hmm?” You murmured, pouting when Cassian pulled away from you.

With a smile he let his thumb trace over your lips. “We would have found each other,” he repeated, kissing you once more. “If you had told Elain no, I truly believe that eventually our paths would have crossed. Either way we were going to end up here one day.”

You blinked at him, letting the words sink in as your heart filled with such an overwhelming feeling of love. If you let yourself speak, to reply to his words with your own, you knew you would turn into a blubbering mess again. So, instead you pressed your lips to his once more, hoping to convey everything you were currently feeling as you let Cassian lay you down against the mattress, limbs intertwining as he crawled over you, not once removing his lips from yours.

*****

You and Cassian managed to steal an entire hour for yourselves, filling it with soft moans and breathless whispers against sweaty skin as you allowed the overwhelming emotions surging through you to be expressed in the most physical and intimate of ways.

A comfortable silence settled throughout your bedroom as you slowly got dressed, no words were needed in the wake of what you had just shared. Still, the need to be close, to be touching in some way, persevered through the silence as Cassian laced his fingers through yours, bringing your hand up to his lips as you made your way back downstairs. The living room door was still closed, the sound of Ottie contentedly humming to herself had you both leaving her to her own devices.

“We should probably put something together for dinner.” you said, voice barely above a whisper as though not wanting to break the trance you still found yourself in.

“Probably,” was all Cassian said in response as he leant down to kiss you again before leading you into the kitchen.

You sat at the kitchen bench, watching as Cassian looked through the pantry and cupboards, pulling out ingredients as he quietly hummed to himself; you noted, with a smile, that it was the same tune Ottie had been humming.

Pulling yourself out of the seat, you walked around the bench and picked out a bottle of wine, pressing a kiss to Cassian’s cheek as you stood next to him and poured out two glasses while he chopped up the vegetables, bumping his hip into yours as he worked.

“What do you need me to do?”

Cassian looked at you then leant down to steal a quick kiss before saying with a wink, “just sit there and look pretty for me, sweetheart.” You rolled your eyes but sat back in your seat, content in watching him cook as he told you about his and Azriel’s plans for the new intake of Valkyries.

The shuffle of small footsteps across the floorboards had you both looking up to find Ottie walking through the doorway, a piece of paper clasped tightly in her hands.

“Hi, daddy.”

“Hi, princess,” Cassian greeted. Ottie smiled at him then turned to you, lifting her arms for you to pick her up and place her on your lap.

“Hi…” she trailed off, her expression momentarily turning into one of uncertainty as she intensely studied your face. Offering her a smile, you watched as Ottie visibly relaxed against you before saying, almost shyly, “hi, mummy.”

“Hi, sweetheart,” your heart was pounding in your chest as you kissed her cheek, watching with utter delight as her face lit up at your response. “What have you got there?” you asked with a nod towards the piece of paper she was holding.

“Oh!” she exclaims as she shifts in your lap, “I’ve been painting.”

You glance up to where Cassian is standing, only to find him already watching the two of you with a look of complete adoration.

“I love you,” he silently mouths the words to you with a wink when he catches you watching him.

“I love you too” you mouth back before shifting your attention to Ottie and the painting she set atop the kitchen bench of three figures labelled ‘mummy, daddy and Ottie’.

*****

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Sweet ✭ Ollie Bearman

Summary: Watching a Christmas movie together turns into riding Ollie, and it's just as sweet as the hot chocolate he made.

Warnings: Unprotected sex

Word count: 0.9k

A/N: This is based off of a request!

“Ok, I attempted to make hot chocolate. If it doesn’t taste good, remember it was made with love.” Ollie states as he places the two mugs on the small coffee table before he joins me on the couch. “I don’t think you can ruin hot chocolate, but I’ll keep it in mind.” I chuckle and plant a small kiss on his lips.

Cuddling up against his body as my knee rests against one of his legs. “Is this the movie you chose? The holiday?” I hum a yes while the side of my face stays plastered to his chest and he presses play on the movie.

“I don't think you’ll be able to see it if you’re not facing the tv.”

“Ok then.” My reply is bland and short as I enjoy the feeling of Ollie’s warmth. He just chuckles at my answer before engulfing me in his arms and disguising readjusting my body as a long and eventful hug. We both giggle at his gesture and I result on his lap facing the tv with his arms hung around my waist.

I become more flustered at the sound of his voice and warm breathing along my ear, a smile everlasting on my face. “I think we can watch the movie now.” Ollie whispers in my ear, in that voice that tells me he wears a charming grin on his oh so perfect face.

And just like we’d both expected only 3 minutes in and I’m subtly trying to move my body to the side so I can rest my face in my favourite place where his neck and shoulder collide. I do succeed but not without him noticing. “I really can’t stop you can I?”

I lazily laugh and shake my head. Leaving my safe spot to look at his face and pull it toward my lips for a kiss against his pigmented cheeks. Arms draping over his shoulders and tangle together as I perch my head back in the crook of his neck and pepper it with small kisses. We both forget about the movie and I turn my body fully so my legs can rest around his hips and hands intertwining behind his neck.

My kisses were hungry but not desperate. Soft but not a feather touch. Little whimpers leaving his rosy lips while I slide my hands down his torso and under his sweater just to feel his skin. His hands on either side of my face as they peel my lips off his neck and he indulges me in a long kiss that I let take my breath away.

His hands mirror mine and I feel his soft palms sliding up and down my waist then trickling down my hips and along the side of my thighs. When the kiss ultimately and definitely finishes we study the delicacy of the others features until our eyes meet. His brown topaz eyes gleam at mine and although he stares at me so softly I feel like I’ll melt in his arms, I see the little shine of something else. And there was no denying, I wanted it too.

We share a knowing smile and short chuckle before I stand on my knees so he can take off his pants. Soon after, being the gentleman that he is, he helps me slide my pants off before grabbing my unsteady body and helping me gain composure.

We keep eye contact as we ease our carnal desires and I leisurely lower onto him. Hushed moans leaving both of our mouths, curses along with them too. “Ohhhh, that’s it darling.” He breathes out as I finally make it all the way down, a little writhing along the way. He captures me in another kiss as I do the same motion but with some more pace.

The groan he emits into my mouth induces me to continue, with a consistent tempo and light grind on my way down. Every other second fusing our lips together before breaking to breathe and exchange a small chuckle. I dig my head back into my safe spot to plant kisses along his skin. “Oh I love this spot” Ollie hums in agreement. “I love that you love that spot.”

He beams a smile at me and guides my hips down to meet his, stroking that one special spot that brings me closer to my climax like a magnet. My hands glide through his soft hair as we continue those motions. Each thrust somehow deeper than the last, eventually bringing us both to our climax’s. I stay in his arms until he pulls out and lays me down. “Stay here, I’ll be back.” He mutters to me before leaving and just like he’d said, he came back.

I sit up when he arrives and he kneels in front of me, hands pulling my thighs apart to clean me up. I look down at him with a content smile, one he can’t see just yet but I’m sure he knows. We both laugh hearing the movie still playing and he helps me re-dress before doing the same for himself.

He comes back and sits beside me, my arms wrapping around him like it’s a default. He grabs our mugs and hands one to me as he takes a sip from the other. “Wait, this actually tastes good!” He says to me with a big grin. I chuckle before I give him an enthusiastic high five. “See! You did great! Just like with everything, just like you are with me.” My sentence progressively gets quieter. But he caught every word that I said. “I love you too” He whispers to me before landing a kiss on the top of my head.

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muddyorbsblr · 3 months

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a helping hand

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Summary: When Loki enters the office and sees you visibly shaken with your eyes swollen, he takes it upon himself to find out what's wrong and how he could help

Friendship: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: talks of divorce and infidelity; mentions of a shitty ex husband; shitty coworkers that like to kick people when they're down; language [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: not a romantic story; just the slightest hints that this Loki is the head of a company that has some shady dealings (crime boss…he's kinda a crime boss)

The frantic scurrying of the ladies on the office floor had you furiously wiping away at the tears that hadn't stopped falling since last night. You pressed the cold metal tip of your under eye cream to the swollen parts of your eyes in hopes of making it a little less obvious that your heart was so ruthlessly stomped into the ground last night.

She's everything you're not, your soon to be ex husband's words taunted at you, his smug voice getting louder with every attempt to block it out and paint a smile on your face. Young, pretty, and fuck me she's hot. Looks like she actually puts an effort into her appearance.

You did your best to focus on evening out your breathing, trying not to think about working out the logistics now that you were facing a divorce. If you weren't smart about this and you agreed to all his terms you might just be getting out of this without a penny to your fucking name.

"Pfft, you're gonna need the entire fucking tube if you want to even make a dent of a difference. Might as well not even bother trying, Y/N," one of the women in the research department, Tammy, sneered. Even going so far as to stop her scurrying just to spew her irrational hatred toward you.

"Can you just…not for today, Tammy? I'm having a shitty week." You didn't even have it in you to sound remotely as pissed as you were at her. The words just came out of you with barely a whisper, like you'd already thrown in the towel before the first round even started.

"Hmm, a shitty week to go with your shitty face. Sounds like the world's finally healing," she spat, immediately straightening her stance and shutting up when the ding of the elevator practically echoed across the entire floor.

Everyone had to be in their best behavior now. Mr Laufeyson had arrived, and your boss wasn't too keen to hear any "banal gossiping drivel" while he was breathing the same air as his employees. Something about how this type of nonsensical talk consistently lowered the average IQ of the entire country with every passing day and he refused to cultivate a workplace that contributed to that atrocity.

Which suited you just fine; you rather enjoyed the quiet. And when spiteful gossips were no longer allowed to do the very thing that seemed to serve as their lifeblood, the floor tended to be so silent you could hear exactly whose heartbeat sped up whenever Loki started nearing your desks.

"Cease your blathering, everyone. I wish not to hear a single word unless it pertains to oppositional research that could increase our advantage to securing future dealings with the Mancini family. By the end of the day I want to know exactly how to woo every deciding member and--" He stopped in his tracks the second he was in front of your desk, eyes scrupulously scanning your features before clearing his throat and addressing the floor again. "And planning out the most efficient way to influence their decision to lean toward us."

He walked toward the door to his office, your cue to send him his itinerary for the day before you aided where you could in the Mancini research. But before he stepped through the door, he spoke again. Significantly softer this time. Gentler, even.

"Y/L/N, may I speak with you a moment in my office?"

A barely-contained snort was heard from Tammy's desk, a smug look on her face as she drew a line across her neck while keeping direct eye contact with you. "You're fucking done," she mouthed toward you, only returning to work with back ramrod straight when your boss turned to glare daggers at her.

"Of--Of course, Sir." You picked up your tablet, pulling up his calendar and readying the words you were going to say as you walked into his office.

"Please, darling, have a seat." You knew better than to protest against quite anything he said. Even with the change in his tone and his wording, you knew it was an order more than a request, so you followed. "Now tell me what happened."

"P-Pardon?" you sputtered, wincing when you let out the most unladylike sniffle to try breathing a bit better.

"Your eyes are red. Swollen red," he stated, briefing pointing a finger to his own face. "And you're one of the most unshakable persons I've had the privilege of knowing. You've stared down with ruthless individuals with records so colored it made my brother take a step back sometimes, and you wouldn't even break a single sweat. You've even dealt with that gossiping nuisance Tabitha Stevenson on a near hourly basis more gracefully than she deserves. And yet here you are. With eyes that could only have gotten in this state if you'd been crying for hours, or even the entire night. Something happened to you since you left the office last night that caused this."

"Sir really it's--It's nothing you should concern yourself with it's…" You couldn't find it in you to say that it was banal. It wasn't to you. But it would be to him, without a doubt.

"Whatever has you shaken enough to cry through the night and arrive at the office so visibly distressed is not nothing, Y/N," he insisted, still keeping with his gentler tone as if he was concerned that even the slightest raising of his voice would bring forth more tears. "Is it something at home? A family concern? Do you need a few days to spend at home and--"

"Home is the last place I want to be right now," you blurted out, nearly hissing the words and clearly taking your boss aback at how you were practically tripping over your words. You sighed, doing your best to take a deep, shaky breath before finally answering him. "Rupert served me with divorce papers last night, and the son of a bitch is practically evicting me from the house. I have until Friday's end to 'clear my useless shit out', his words not mine. Says he met someone new and he can't wait to start his new life with her."

"Y/N, it's Thursday," he grumbled, his eyes darkening as he processed your words. "This miscreant expects you to have your entire life in less than 36 hours?"

"Oh no, even less," you clarified, Loki's nostrils flaring at your answer. "He doesn't want to even see me clearing them out so I have to work around his schedule. Then comes the entire journey of finding somewhere to stay on such short notice. I have half a mind to just get a room at a cheap ass motel--"

"Surely I've compensated you more than enough these last few years that you can afford accommodations far nicer than a dingy motel." He grimaced at the mere thought.

"You have, Sir, really. But I've been…stupid. Have been my entire marriage, if I'm being honest now that I don't have any rose-tinted glasses on. Our accounts are joint. And I have to think about retaining a divorce lawyer just so I can even think about getting out of this with at least some of the things I came to have since we got married, so I have to be a bit frugal where I can--"

"Alright, this is what you're going to do," he cut you off, suddenly taking on the more authoritative tone that you were used to. "Provide my men with the alarm codes for the house and they will see to removing your belongings by tonight."

"Sir, really there's no need for--"

"They will be transported to my home where you will stay to regain your bearings, and find a new home at your own pace. Not at the pace your former husband demands." Your breath caught in an ugly sound in your throat at the plans he just so casually dropped. Living with him? Was he insane? "As for a lawyer, I shall confer with my own slew of attorneys who they can recommend that specializes in divorce settlements. He won't get away with the money you worked hard for if I have anything to say about it."

"Why?" you blurted out a bit louder than you intended to. He raised an eyebrow at you, questioning your reaction. "Why would you wanna get involved in this, I mean you don't have any stakes in this, I just work for you I'm replaceable I'm--"

"No you're not," he cut you off, taking your hands in his. "Your presence has given this place a warmth, a comfort. You have a sharp wit that makes conversations less droning, a kindness that soothes me when I have to find myself here in the office. I may value your contributions both tangible and intangible when it comes to our various business dealings, but I also value your company. Perhaps I am simply an employer to you, but you are a friend to me. And I've not many of those in my life, so I tend to ensure that I do what I can to keep them safe. And as far away from struggle as my means can manage."

His words left you completely speechless, only managing to utter a simple sentiment in return. "Thank you, my friend."

A/N: Made this for @alexakeyloveloki. Bestie if I could reach across the screen and give you a big hug and a blankie I would, but also the sight of me crawling out of a screen might just be some horror movie levels of nightmare fuel, so maybe it's best that I can't 😅

Lemme just leave this lil gif of Tomathy giving a hug and a head kith instead 💖

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holylulusworld · 2 months

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Triad (2)

Summary: You are everything to them.

Pairing: Omega!Stucky x Alpha!Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: future mfm relationship, established mm relationship, meet cute, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, scenting, needy Bucky & Steve, dominant reader, dom/sub undertones

A/N: I decided to turn this request into a mini-series. It will consist of drabbles telling us more about their story.

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Triad (1)

A good alpha is always attentive and knows exactly what their omega needs. In your case, you had two needy bonded omegas who crashed into your life.

You didn’t intend on finding an omega anytime soon, and now, you had two omegas following you around the park. They wouldn’t take no for an answer and refused to go home and leave you alone.

The only way out was to find out if they were right. If these two perfect specimens of male omegas were yours, you had to give it a try.

“You could come with us,” Bucky whined. He walked next to you to catch your irresistible scent. “We got a nice house in Brooklyn.”

You cocked a brow. “I can’t go home with two strangers,” you stopped walking to look at Bucky. Needy and submissive omega or not. These two men were much taller and stronger than you. If their instinct overwhelmed them, they could end up getting hurt or worse.

“Take us to your home then,” the brunette argued. He wasn’t going to let you slip through their fingers. They lost a true mate once and didn’t want to risk losing you too. “Please.”

“You’re a needy omega,” your features softened, and you ran your fingertips over the mark Steve left on Bucky’s neck. The omega mewled loudly and rubbed his hand over his crotch. “So responsive and sweet.”

Steve’s eyes widened when you leaned closer to sniff at Bucky’s neck. “Alpha,” the brunette panted heavily. “Please.”

“What shall I do with you two?” You sighed deeply. It was too risky to take them home with you or to go home with them.

On the other hand, you couldn’t risk sending them away. Both could go into heat and in that case, they wouldn’t be able to help each other. Not after they met their true alpha.

“Maybe we could go to a neutral place. Not our home, nor yours,” Steve suggested, but his mate whined low in his throat. Bucky wanted to curl up next to you and his mate and be petted like he deserved.

You chewed on your lower lip, debating whether to take them to your home or not. “I just moved to town. My belongings are still unpacked. My apartment won’t smell much like me. We need to ease you into being around my scent. I cannot overwhelm you.”

“Maybe—” Bucky jumped in. “You can come to our home, alpha. We just bought it. Everything is brand-new and our scent won’t overwhelm you.”

Steve nodded at his mate’s suggestion. “He’s right. We went for a walk in the park to buy some flowers for our new home. We moved in just yesterday.”

“We bought more than flowers,” Bucky said. “We like to go shopping.” He grinned. “Do you like shopping too?”

“Uh-sometimes,” you shrugged. “I didn’t have much time lately. With my new job, the new apartment, and exploring a new town, I didn’t find the energy to buy more things to store at my apartment.”

Bucky gave his mate a knowing look. His grin widened and he wrung his hands. “Stevie,” he whispered. “Maybe she can move in with us.” The omega would do anything to have you around for the rest of their lives.

“Buck, we can’t…or can we?” Steve quirked a brow.

“Whoa, hold the horses,” you raised one hand. “We met like five minutes ago. You can’t just invite me to live with you. That’s crazy.”

“Alphas and Omegas mate after knowing each other for minutes,” the brunette pointed out. “Steve and I have known each other since childhood but most of the time, you find your mate and never let them go.”

Steve nodded in agreement. Why argue if he felt the same? “Bucky is not wrong.” He stepped closer to sniff in your direction. “You can feel it too, I know it. You’re our alpha.”

“Steve, we can’t go from meet cute to mate like animals,” you tried to stop yourself from pouncing on the omegas. If they didn’t stop pushing your boundaries, you’d end up claiming them in a hurry.

“Come home with us,” Bucky whined and tugged at your jacket. “We promise to behave. Just let us get to know each other. We can exchange numbers and meet again.”

“We promise to behave,” Steve repeated his mate’s words. “We won’t hurt you or act out.” He assured you and grabbed Bucky’s hand. “Right Buck? We will invite Y/N to our home and offer beverages and cookies.”

“Cookies?” Bucky grunted. “Stevie, we can’t offer cookies and beverages to our true alpha. We need to order food and prepare the house. Flowers! We need more flowers and candles.” He hums to himself. “Yeah, scented candles.”

Quirked a brow and watched the omega pace back and forth. He got his phone out to take notes. “Bucky.”

“Roses…no…lilies!” He exclaimed. “Steve, we need to order two dozen of each.”

“I like daisies or lilies of the valley,” you placed your hand on his shoulder. “Omega, you need to calm down. I know meeting your alpha can be overwhelming. Cookies are fine.”

“See, cookies are fine,” Steve grinned. “I knew she’d like cookies.” He nodded to himself. “Can we invite you, Y/N?”

“Sure. If you kill me, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your lives…”

“This is the living room, over there is the dining room,” Bucky excitedly guided you through their house. “Do you want to see the garden?”

“Buck, we should offer her coffee or tea, don’t you think?” Steve tried to get your attention. “What do you like?”

“I want you both to take a deep breath and relax. You did well so far,” you patted Steve’s chest. “Tea and cookies would be nice, Steve. Thank you.”

He hummed and glanced at your untouched claiming mark. “What kind of cookies? We got homemade ones, or the ones Steve bought.” Bucky grinned at his mate.

“You love them,” the blonde retorted. “I saw you in the kitchen, munching the cookies like a starving animal.”

“I’m close to my heat,” Bucky bit back. “You know how I get when I’m in pre-heat.”

“You’re a cookie and coochie killer if you are in heart,” Steve chuckled as you eyed his mate like a hungry wolf. “He’s good at eating coochie, doll.”

“You’re a naughty matchmaker, Stevie,” you purred and ran your hand over his chest. “You bring me here, with an omega in pre-heat, telling me all the things I want to hear.”

Steve dipped his head, offering submission. “I’m sorry. It was the only way to get you to follow us home. Bucky needs an alpha, and me too.”

“Well then,” you cupped the back of Steve’s neck, forcing him to look at you. “You better make up to your alpha…”

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#stucky x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #omega!stucky x alpha!reader #omega!bucky barnes #omega!steve rogers #a/b/o #Triad (2)

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entitled-fangirl · 1 month

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Our needs.

Remus Lupin x reader

SMUT

18+ please and thank you and you're welcome

Summary: the reader is hesitant to go any further with Remus, and she finally tells him why. He is determined to prove her wrong.

Warnings: sweet dom!Remus, mentions of past partners, oral sex (F receiving), crude comments

Author's note: Is it hot in here, or is it just me?

Masterlist

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"Rem?" She asked quietly against his lips.

Remus immediately pulled away His gaze turned worried, "What, love? Something wrong?"

She stares at him apprehensively.

He gives her a reassuring smile, "Whatever it is, you can tell me."

He recognized the pattern she went through. How she always pushed him away when things were starting to get heated. But, he patiently awaited until she was ready to talk about it.

She takes a deep breath, "it's just… I don't know… I don't know if I can…"

His eyebrows furrow. He kisses her head gently before letting his deep brown eyes rake over her face. "Don't know what?"

Her face turns red as she buries her head into his shoulder. "I don't think I can cum."

He gently pulls the hair on the back of her neck so she'll look at him, "You can't, or you haven't?"

She gives a small shrug in worry.

He chuckles under his breath, "You've been with someone else, haven't you?"

She nods.

He tilts his head in fake sympathy, "Poor baby. That boy couldn't make you cum, could he?"

Y/N looked away in embarrassment at his crude language, but he grabbed her jaw with his free hand, making her look at him. "Hey," he reprimanded.

Her doe-eyes stared up at his.

He couldn't help but smile, "That's the difference between a boy and a man. A boy will put his own needs before yours. But, have you even been with a man, love?"

She hesitantly shakes her head.

He leaned in close to her, letting his breath caress her face, "Your needs are my needs."

He gave her a gentle kiss and began to move down her body, kissing and nipping playfully as he went.

He loved the way her body responded to him.

…

She had never felt like this before.

The tightening in her stomach was almost painful.

All due to Remus's sweet tongue consistently lapping between her legs.

Her hand found itself in the messy curls on his head at the beginning, and he practically groaned at the feeling of her unconsciously pulling at it.

"Remus… Re… please," she begged.

"Please, what?" He muttered teasingly.

"Make it… make it go away."

He pulled back, his concerned gaze returning like before, "Does it not feel good? Does it hurt?"

She shook her head, "'s just too much…"

He chuckles, "Too much, how?"

She groaned, "I don't know."

Remus leaned forward and stretched his arm to wipe some sweat from her forehead, "Feels funny?"

She nods.

He sucked on his teeth, "That's how it's supposed to feel. It gets better, I promise. May I continue?" He asked as if he was the one getting pleasure for his actions.

And let's be honest, he was.

When she nods at him, he moves back.

Her body jerked as his nose brushed against her clit. She let out a whine at the unfamiliar feeling.

He grunts and wraps his arms around her thighs, keeping her from being able to wiggle around.

The spring in her stomach tightens again and the feeling returns.

She lets out an involuntary moan, blushing at the sound.

Remus groaned, vibrating everything between her legs, "Mmm. You sound lovely. You get that feeling again?"

She lets out a soft breath to answer his question.

He smiles against her, "Good. Give into it. Let me make you feel good. You trust me?"

Her hand pulls at his curls again, "Please, Rem."

He couldn't help his teasing, "Please, what?"

She groaned, "Please, help me feel good, Remus. Please."

Remus laughed, "Anything you need."

She moaned again as the feeling continued.

If was like she was on fire, but also in ice.

Indescribable.

The spring tightened until she thought she would snap.

And the spring snapped.

She let out a shaky breath as she was overcome by a feeling of bliss and overstimulation.

But Remus didn't stop.

Not until she gently pulled at his hair, "Rem, please. Hurts..."

He leaned back, admiring his handiwork. "Pretty girl. Did so good for me."

His hands gently swiped the liquid onto his fingers, licking them sensually.

She spent the time catching her breath, not trusting her body to help her sit up.

He smiled and crawled over her. Another gentle kiss, but she cringed at the taste of herself on his lips.

"What?" He asked, "Don't like it? I think you taste wonderful. I'd have it be every meal if you'd let me."

Her cheeks blushed again and she caresses his curly hair, "Th..thank you, Remus."

"No problem, love. Just taking care of our needs, am I not?"

She nods.

His face rose with a cheeky smile, "Think I'll get to do it again soon?"

She smiled shyly at him.

Of course, he'd do it again soon.

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#remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x y/n #harry potter fanfiction #the marauders era #the marauders fandom #the marauders fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #fanfiction

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Since we have sfw mating season turtle's, what about a nsfw one?

HEAR ME OUT-

(Feel free to ignore if your uncomfortable or your too busy to do it)

Mating Season Pt2

Future RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: smut ish, fluff, feral turtles, talk about rough sex, talk about biting/marking, wounds mentioned

A/N: I'm not gonna write small little drabbles, but I will go more in depth

Donnie

He still had precautions

But you insisted on helping him

Who was he to say no?

He went through everything his species does during mating season

He explains that you will have to be under water for an extended period of time

That he can bite and scratch

Donnie really really wants to make sure you're okay with everything that might happen

This is a huge step in your relationship

It doesn't matter how long you've been together, Donnie would never ask you to be with him during this time

You can tell it's starting because he gets more affectionate

Normally kissing your neck more

He talks about the way you smell

But when the time comes, you're there with him

He made sure there were things for you to do, things for your safety

Like oxygen for you when you're underwater

He made a really big nest for you

When you see it, he grins like a little kid

He made it for you after all

If you don't show that you like it, he'll tear it apart and restart

Donnie bites a lot

He does accidently scratch you a bit, but that was just because he was trying to hold on

He's also fiercely protective

He growls and snaps at literally anything

When he sleeps, he's wrapped around you, not allowing you to leave

You're his

When mating season is over Donnie is affectionate

He feels so bad for biting and scratching you

Being rougher than normal

He'll try to convince you not to join him again

Leo

Obviously there were still precautions

Can't have the boss going feral now can we?

Leo tried not to show when it's coming on, opting to remove you from the situation completely

But it doesn't work, he needs you too bad

Leo gets overly touchy

He taps your butt, your hips, your chest, your neck, your face

He whispers in your ears about how good you look, how you smell, how soft your skin is

The few nights before his rut actually starts, he's goes at it with everything he has

He mumbles about how pretty you are under/on top of him

But he keeps it passionate, not rough

When his rut actually starts it's a different story

He's loud

Moaning, whimpering, and... yes, talking

Leo is rough, but tries to make it pleasurable for you too

He's still a talker even when not in the middle of coitus

The tapping becomes a bit harder, more consistent

Mostly tapping your face, hips, and butt

He still whispers in your ears, but its more about what he wants to do to you, how pretty you look while he takes you

Leo bites a little, he still has some control of himself

If he feels like he's going to bite, he'll find something else to bite

The nest he builds is relatively small, but so comfy since he's allowed to have pillows and bulky blankets

When it's over, you better believe this man is worshipping your body

He'll cover any bite or scratch in kisses, making sure you feel loved beyond measure

Mikey

Since he's gotten older, it's gotten a bit worse

He's still pretty normal, but he can get territorial

Someone touches you (even by accident) or is talking to you?

You might wanna take him back to your room

He gets hot, literally since his ninpo is fire based

Mikey acts pretty normal until something happens to you (like stated above)

It's best if people stay away from you, especially his brothers

Leo has had a scar on his right arm (cause that's his prosthetic now) from Mikey attacking him after he helped you with something

Why specifically his brothers?

Because they're turtles too and they're too much like him so what if they try to steal you

That's Donnie's theory at least

The nest he builds is comfy and warm

He really likes having you in it all the time so it stays warm

He'll crawl in and snuggle with you, letting our tiny chuffs

He's not a biter at all during rut

Mikey does scratch a little, but its more when he's trying to hold on

He still has a lot of control, so he tends to be very loving and passionate

But on his bad days, he's slightly worse than Leo

He defiantly still talks, overall he's almost completely normal except for the territorial and protective aspect

Afterwards, he almost cries

No... He does cry over what he's done to you

He really needs reassurance that you're okay

Mikey will give you lots of cuddles and kisses a little while after they heal

Raph

He gets a bit like this

He also gets worse as he grows

Whereas when he was younger, he was pretty chill

Raph gets more territorial

People steer clear of both of you because of how big and scary Raph is

He tends to become a bit mindless, focusing on only you

He sniffs and nuzzles you, chuffing loudly

If anyone so much as looks at you, he growls and pulls you into him

His next is huge to fit his large body

When you see it, he pulls you into the nest, wanting to make sure you like it

It's not as bulky and soft as Leo or Mikey's but not as thin as Donnie's

He is a chaser, he will run after you

It's part of his species mating rituals

Though he does go slower than necessary due to how fast he is

Raph is a biter

The first few times, he bit you hard leaving a scar

Now he tries to get old tires, something else so he doesn't hurt you

He also scratches, trying to keep you close

When it's over, Raph will cry and apologize while he takes care of your wounds

He feels so bad

Like Donnie, he will also try to convince you not to join him again

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estapa-edwards · 21 days

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5 MINUTES - J. HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x fem! reader

word count:2.7k

requested? no

warnings: use of y/n.

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The music pulsed through the house, vibrating the floors and resonating with the thumping of my heart. I found myself standing at the edge of the bustling party, a plastic cup of some questionable punch in my hand. My best friend, Luke Hughes, had dragged me along, promising it would be a night to remember. And knowing Luke, he was rarely wrong about these things.

Luke and I had been close friends since childhood. Our families were intertwined in a way that only years of friendship could manage. He was the kind of guy who would make anyone feel at ease, and tonight was no exception. He had introduced me to a few of his friends, ensuring I was never left alone in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

Among those faces was Jack Hughes, Luke’s older brother. I'd known Jack for a while, but our interactions had always been brief and slightly awkward. He had a reputation for being a bit aloof and, frankly, somewhat rude. Despite this, I couldn’t help but feel a certain attraction towards him. His tall frame, tousled brown hair, and piercing blue eyes always managed to catch my attention, even when he was being his usual, standoffish self.

I looked up to see Jack standing a few feet away, a drink in hand. He glanced over at us, offering a half-hearted smile before taking a sip of his drink.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice low and slightly mocking. "Glad you could make it."

"Thanks for the invite, Jack," I replied, trying to hide the nervousness in my voice.

Jack just smirked and moved on, leaving me with Luke who gave me an apologetic smile.

"Don't mind him, he's just being Jack," Luke said, rolling his eyes.

I tried to brush off the encounter, reminding myself that Jack was just being his usual self. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. I had always harbored a bit of a crush on Jack, but his consistent rudeness had made it hard to see him in a romantic light.

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As the night wore on, the energy of the party continued to escalate. I found myself joining in on a game of "5 Minutes in Heaven," a classic party game that I hadn’t played since high school. The rules were simple: a bottle was spun, and whoever it pointed to when it stopped would be your partner for the next five minutes in a closet. What happened in those five minutes was up to them.

To my surprise, when the bottle came to a halt, it was pointing directly at Jack.

"Looks like it’s our lucky night," he said with a smirk, leading me to the closet.

The door closed behind us, enveloping us in darkness. I could hear his breathing, steady and controlled, as he stood close to me.

"So, what do we do now?" I asked, trying to break the tension.

Jack chuckled softly. "Well, I guess we could just talk, or…," his voice trailed off as he leaned in to kiss me.

Taken aback, I pulled away quickly. "What the fuck, Jack? You can't do that to me."

He looked shocked, his blue eyes wide and filled with regret. "I’m sorry, Y/N, I shouldn’t have done that."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Why would you do that? Especially after being so rude to me all night?"

Jack sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I don’t know, I guess I thought it was what you wanted."

I looked at him incredulously. "You thought I wanted you to kiss me after you’ve been nothing but rude to me all night?"

"Yeah, I guess," he admitted, his voice filled with uncertainty. "I mean, the way you look at me says otherwise."

I felt a mixture of surprise and confusion. "What do you mean, the way I look at you?"

He shrugged, avoiding my gaze. "I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. But there’s something in your eyes when you look at me that made me think you might feel the same way."

I took a deep breath, trying to process what he was saying. "Jack, just because I find you attractive doesn’t mean I appreciate being treated the way you’ve treated me tonight."

He looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You think I'm attractive?”

I rolled my eyes, feeling a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Of all the things I’ve said, that's what you focus on?"

He looked taken aback, his blue eyes searching mine for a moment. "God, I hate you," I muttered, half-serious, half-teasing.

"Times up, you two!" Luke's voice called out.

“Thank god”

We stepped out of the closet, our eyes meeting briefly before we both turned away, lost in our thoughts.

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The rest of the night passed in a blur, the party slowly winding down as people began to leave. Luke approached me as I was getting ready to leave, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay, Y/N? You seem a bit off tonight."

"I'm fine, Luke," I replied, forcing a smile. "Just tired, I guess."

As I drove away from the party, the events of the night replayed in my mind. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of frustration, confusion, and disappointment. Jack had managed to completely turn my perception of him upside down in just five minutes, and I wasn't sure how to deal with it.

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The evening after the party, I was at at Luke's apartment watching TV when I heard a commotion outside my apartment building. Curious, I peeked through the window to see what was going on. To my surprise, I saw Jack involved in a heated argument with another guy on the street. Before I knew it, the situation escalated into a physical fight, with punches being thrown.

Feeling concerned, I quickly grabbed my keys and rushed downstairs to intervene. By the time I reached them, the fight had been broken up, but Jack looked worse for wear, his face bruised and bloodied.

"Jack! What the hell happened?" I exclaimed, rushing over to his side.

He looked up, his blue eyes clouded with anger and frustration. "It's nothing, Y/N. Just some guy who had it coming."

I frowned, not convinced by his dismissive tone. "That doesn't explain why you're all beat up. Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

Without waiting for his response, I grabbed his arm and led him back to the apartment he shared with Luke. He didn’t protest, allowing me to guide him inside.

Once we were inside, I guided him to the bathroom and began searching through the cabinet for first aid supplies. Jack watched me silently, his usual cocky demeanor replaced by a vulnerable expression.

"Sit," I instructed, pointing to the edge of the bathtub.

He hesitated for a moment, clearly uncomfortable with the situation, but eventually complied, sitting down as I began cleaning the cuts and bruises on his face. The tension in the room was palpable, the silence filled with unspoken words and unresolved feelings.

As I gently dabbed at a cut on his cheek with a damp cloth, I felt Jack's hand reach out, grasping my wrist lightly. I looked up to find him staring at me intently, his blue eyes dark with a mixture of pain and desire.

The intimate contact sent a jolt of electricity through me, intensifying the already palpable tension in the room. I tried to ignore the heat rising in my cheeks as I continued to clean his wounds, but it was impossible to ignore the sexual tension between us.

Jack's grip on my wrist tightened slightly, his thumb caressing the back of my hand as he watched me with an intensity that left me breathless. The air between us was thick with unspoken desire, and for a moment, all the past animosity and tension seemed to fade away, leaving only the raw, undeniable attraction that had always existed between us.

Finally, I finished bandaging the last of his cuts and pulled away, breaking the intense eye contact. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood up, trying to regain my composure.

"There, you're all patched up," I said, my voice slightly shaky.

Jack released my wrist, his fingers lingering on my skin for a moment longer than necessary before pulling away. "Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, his voice husky.

I nodded, avoiding his gaze as I gathered the first aid supplies and headed for the door. "You're welcome, Jack. Just try to be more careful in the future, okay?"

He nodded, his eyes still locked on mine. "I will."

"Y/N, wait," Jack's voice called out softly as I reached for the doorknob. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" he asked, his eyes searching mine with a mix of vulnerability and hope.

The question took me by surprise, and for a moment, I was at a loss for words. The sexual tension between us still lingered in the air, and his request only intensified the emotions swirling inside me.

"Jack, I..." I began, struggling to find the right words. The temptation to say yes was strong, but I knew that giving in to the desire would only complicate things further.

He seemed to sense my hesitation and quickly added, "Just to make sure I'm okay. You know, in case there are any complications with the injuries."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and clear my head. "Alright, but only to make sure you're okay," I finally agreed, trying to keep my voice steady.

A grateful smile spread across Jack's face as he nodded, standing up from the edge of the bathtub. "Thank you, Y/N."

I followed him to his bedroom, still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions I was feeling. Jack sat down on the bed, watching me expectantly as I hesitated at the doorway.

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked, my concern for him outweighing my discomfort.

He nodded, his gaze softening. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit sore."

I approached the bed cautiously, taking a seat beside him. The sexual tension from earlier still lingered, but now it was mixed with a newfound vulnerability and intimacy that left me feeling both excited and apprehensive.

As I lay down next to him, I couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his body radiating beside me. We lay there in silence for a few moments, both lost in our thoughts and the intensity of the moment.

"Thank you for staying, Y/N," Jack whispered, breaking the silence.

I turned to face him, our eyes locking once again. "You're welcome, Jack," I replied softly, the unspoken emotions between us making it difficult to find the right words.

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The next morning, I slowly woke up, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a soft glow over the room. As I stirred, I became aware of a warm, comforting presence beside me. Turning my head slightly, I found myself face to face with Jack, our bodies pressed close together in an intimate embrace.

We were cuddling.

The memories of the previous evening came flooding back — the fight, the tension, the unspoken feelings, and the unexpected intimacy. A wave of emotions washed over me as I lay there, trying to process the significance of what had transpired between us.

Jack looked peaceful, his eyes closed and his breathing steady. The bruising and cuts from the fight were still visible on his face, but in that moment, they seemed to fade into the background, overshadowed by the vulnerability and tenderness that I saw in his expression.

As I lay there beside him, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion, longing, and contentment. Despite the complicated history between us and the unresolved tension that still lingered, there was something undeniably comforting about waking up next to him.

I carefully shifted my position, trying not to wake him as I untangled myself from his embrace. As much as I wanted to stay wrapped in the warmth of his arms, I knew that we needed to address the elephant in the room and talk about what had happened.

I quietly got out of bed, leaving Jack to continue sleeping. I headed to the kitchen to make some coffee, needing the caffeine to help clear my head and prepare for the conversation that I knew we needed to have.

As the coffee brewed, I couldn't help but replay the events of the past twenty-four hours in my mind. The fight, the tension, the intimate moment in the bathroom, and now waking up in each other's arms — it was all a whirlwind of emotions that left me feeling both exhilarated and apprehensive about what the future held for us.

Just as I poured myself a cup of coffee, I heard footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, I found Jack standing in the doorway, his messy hair and sleepy eyes only adding to his disheveled appearance.

"Morning," he said softly, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady as I met his gaze.

We stood there in silence for a moment, the tension undeniable as we both struggled to find the right words to break the ice and address the situation.

Finally, Jack spoke, "About last night... and this morning... I just want you to know that I meant what I said about being more careful and controlling my temper. And I appreciate you staying to make sure I was okay."

I took a deep breath, grateful for his sincerity but still unsure about how to navigate the complicated feelings between us. "I know, Jack. And I appreciate the honesty. But we need to talk about what this means for us moving forward."

He nodded, his eyes searching mine as he took a step closer. "I agree, Y/N. Let's talk."

I took another deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation ahead. The weight of the moment was palpable, the tension between us still lingering but now mixed with a sense of urgency and determination.

"Jack, I think it's clear that there's something between us," I began, choosing my words carefully. "But we've also got a lot of unresolved issues and tension that we need to address."

He nodded, his expression serious as he listened intently.

"I'm not saying that there's no potential for us to be more than just friends, but we need to figure out how to move past our past disagreements and the way you've treated me," I continued, trying to convey my thoughts as clearly as possible.

Jack looked down, seemingly reflecting on my words. "You're right, Y/N. I know I've been a jerk, and I've got some work to do on myself. But I want to try, for us to try. I've always felt something for you, even when I was being an idiot."

“Then why were you such a jerk to me” i ask.

ack took a deep breath, looking back up to meet my gaze. "Honestly, Y/N, it was never about you. It was always about me and my own issues. I guess I was afraid of my feelings for you, so I acted out and pushed you away instead."

I frowned, trying to understand his perspective. "That doesn't make it okay, Jack. You can't use your own issues as an excuse for treating me poorly."

He nodded, acknowledging my point. "You're right, and I'm not trying to excuse my behavior. I know I messed up, and I'm truly sorry for hurting you."

I sighed, feeling a mixture of frustration and sympathy. "Jack, if we're going to try and make this work, you need to show me through your actions that you've changed. I need to see consistent effort and respect from you."

Jack reached out, taking my hand in his. "I promise, Y/N, I'll do everything I can to make it up to you and prove that I've changed. I care about you more than you know, and I want to build something real and meaningful with you."

I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity, but all I saw was genuine remorse and determination. "Alright, Jack," I said softly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm willing to give you a chance, but remember, actions speak louder than words."

He nodded, a grateful smile spreading across his face. "I understand, Y/N. And I won't let you down."

As we sat there, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes, I felt a renewed sense of hope and optimism.

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nvoirs · 1 year

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maybe just cute and giggly sex with re2 leon please?🥹 cus im so soft for re2 leon fr i have another heart just for him. (also love!!!! your writing!!!❤️)

HELLO?? THIS IS SO CUTE! Love you to anon ♡

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Lazy days with Leon were your absolute favourite. Just lying on the couch cuddled up watching some cooking show and pointing at the dish being made telling Leon you guys should try making it yourselves. His hands slipped under your loose fitted t-shirt cupping your soft breasts and massaging them. You let out a warble moan followed by a giggle as you felt Leon leave a smatter of kisses on your sensitive neck as he pressed himself into your back.

“Leon stop- you know I'm ticklish there!” Thrashing around your giggles increased in volume, a few stray tears left your eyes from the intense tickling session.

A short gasp released itself from deep within your throat when you felt Leon squeeze your nipples.

“So sensitive.” He whispered into your ear seductively. You couldn't take him seriously and burst out laughing.

“No way Leon Kennedy does it again with the dirty talk.” He gawked at you looking offended, “But it worked didn't it?” You hummed picking yourself up off the coach, smoothing your ruffled t-shirt down.

“It would work better on my nice soft bed.” He rolled his eyes, “You mean our bed.”

“Hey! I literally sleep on it more than you.” You clicked your fingers in his face as you sauntered to your shared bedroom. Leon followed in suit, plonking his body on the mattress beside you, his hand resting underneath his chin admiring you. The infatuation he held of you was high, you always looked so ravishing in his eyes that he hadn’t even realised your consistent blabbering.

“Leon, are you even listening to me? You're looking at me like I’m candy.” you chuckled, twirling a piece of hair around your index finger, you weren’t even doing anything remotely seductive but Leon couldn’t help himself.

“You're my candy.” his luminous eyes seemed to shimmer brighter as he crawled on top of you, caging you between his broad, muscular arms.

“You seriously get me so worked up, I’m fucking hard it’s your fault.”

Momentarily gasping you clutched a hand to your beating heart.

“My fault? How rude but maybe I could help.” You purred pushing his heavy arm aside, and sliding out from beneath him. He looked at you quizzically but he figured out pretty quick what you wanted.

A flurry of clothes is what you could describe what happened next. Not that you were even wearing much, no wonder Leon was turned on by your skimpy shorts and thin t-shirt. Your nipples poking through ought to bring you shame, but you just loved the way Leon couldn't control himself.

You slid yourself onto his throbbing cock, and you both exhaled from the divine pleasure you both felt.

“So tight, your always so tight.” Leon squinted observing the view in front of him. Your naked back was on display, the golden chain of the anniversary gift Leon gifted you clear in view. He could see your front side in the wardrobe mirror and it did things to him.

Lips all puffy and swollen from consistent making out, markings adorned your skin reddish and purple combined. He had matching ones on his collarbone, and he chuckled when he thought about you begging to mark him up.

“I'd start moving if I were you.” He squeezed the flesh of your backside making you jolt upwards. "Or do you need a little help doll?”

“Doll? since when have you ever called me that.” You chided. “Leon I wanna see your face, I can't see it.” You pouted.

“Fine, but turn around without getting of baby.” Shocks ran through your body, and you let out a wanton moan fall passed your o shaped lips as you slowly turned to see Leon.

“Welcome home.” He said rolling his eyes.

“Thanks.” Without warning you began to bounce a top of him, causing him to release a string of curses squishing the flesh of your hips between his skilled fingers.

“Hmm yeah, can you not go faster?”

You scoffed glaring at him before pinching his cheek.

“You'll cum in a matter of seconds if I do.” You grinned, grinding yourself against his fat cock as it twitched inside of you.

“Sorry, but your such a stuck up princess.” He groaned, he grabbed you by the waist and began to push you down on him faster reaching so deep inside of you he was surely touching your cervix.

“F-fuck Leon.” Your hand dropped from his shoulders, as he continued his rapid actions your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

“Doesn't matter how fast fuck- I cum, It's going to be inside you regardless baby.”

You smiled at those words, your mouth opening and closing but no words flowing through.

“Gonna cum, doll?” You smirked at the new found petname, but nodded vigoursly.

“Cum for me then, C'mon now I know you can do it.” A particulary load moan erruputed from the midst of your throat. Choked sobs of Leon's name emmiting between your plush lips as you came all over him.

“That's a good girl, now my turn now.”

He pushed you onto your back, the welcoming softness of the pillows helping you come down from the euphoric high.

Your legs shook as Leon continously rutted inside of you taking the lead.

“Leon! S'to much.” You wailed, he grabbed your left hand intertwining his fingers between yours before swiftly placing a sweet kiss on you thigh before carrying on.

“I know baby, I know but I'm just so darn close just a little more please?” His whines had your heart melting, as you squeezed his hand comfortingly.

He got the message as he lifted your legs penetrating impossibly deeper inside of you. Releasing his warm load deep inside he allowed your legs to slip out of his hands, both of your panting and raspy breathing mixed together as he slowly pulled out watching his seed ooze out of your clenched pussy.

Pushing it back in with his fingers your small mewls made him utterly full with pride as he layed down beside your naked body. Trailing a finger upon your shoulder blade and dragging it down to reach your puckered lips.

You turned onto your side, your noses touching as you softly giggled warming Leon's heart.

“So cute.” He wrapped his arms around you, laying his head between your tits making you squeak.

“Leon!”

“What? They make great pillows.”

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stareaterau · 8 months

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A lonely cowboy trudges through the desert, bleary-eyed and hatless. His name is Jimmy.

He woke up not too long ago, face down in the sand and alone. The grains refuse to budge from their places buried between the colourful feathers on his face. With a sigh, he stops trying to scratch at the feathers to dislodge them, resigning himself to the permanent itch. It wouldn’t have helped for long anyways, the wind would soon blow more sand back into the gaps in his feathers, along with just about every other part of his lanky body. Jimmy coughs, dust coating the back of his throat. He pulls up his red bandana, from where it rests around his neck, to protect the lower half of his face. He’s not a stranger to waking up in the desert, it’s always been tempting for him to nap between the dunes, shielded from the winds and the distractions of Tumble Town. These are not those dunes. The land is flat, aside from a cracked layer of earth. The sun beats down on every surface, with next to no trees or bushes to offer much needed shade. Jimmy frowns, trying to recall the events that led him here. He must’ve fallen asleep on his horse and fallen off. He had been riding for a while… and it wouldn’t be the first time. Although, how he didn’t wake up when he fell is still a mystery to him. Maybe he fell head first. The horse must’ve wandered off while he was out… with all his belongings attached to their saddle.

And then there’s the beeping. It started off infrequently, only sounding every couple minutes. Jimmy thought he’d imagined it at first, that maybe he got heat stroke from sleeping under the sun for so long, but he reasoned that it’s far too consistent to be a hallucination. He’s not sure if that even makes sense, but it’s clearly speeding up and slowing down depending on the direction that he’s walking, so he’s sure that it’s leading him somewhere.

His running theory is that, somehow, the beeping is leading him to his horse, who, hopefully, has not managed to lose his stuff in the middle of this vast desert. Or, if not his horse, then whoever has found his belongings. If that’s the case, he hopes they’re friendly— he’s been robbed a few times and he’s not all that excited to add another experience to the list. Jimmy’s second, and just as unlikely, theory is that he’s being led towards water. That somehow he picked up some kind of water detector and managed to forget about it. He thinks this one might just be wishful thinking… or both of them may be.

There’s only one way to find out, and he’s familiar enough with this type of environment to know that meaningless wandering isn’t going to help him.

The beeping increases steadily the further he treks across the sands, dragging his sore, bird-like feet. The makeshift shoes he cut from an old pair of boots, so that they could fit, do a poor job of protecting him from the scorching earth. The more wiry trees and bushes cross his path, the more certain he becomes that he’s in a completely different desert than the one he calls home. He’s never been much of an expert in flora, but he knows he’s never seen these plants before. Their branches are thorny and muddy red, unlike the ones he’s used to. Hell, he doesn’t think he’s seen a single cactus. He probably would have tried to cut it down to see if it was edible if he had.

Despite the beeping leading Jimmy in a straight direction, he has to carefully wind his way through the desert, walking around the trenches that split the ground for miles. He almost broke his ankle in one of the shallower cracks earlier when he misjudged its depth. He pays more attention to them now, observing as they slowly grow deeper and wider, creating the chasms that lead on and on until into the dust clouds and heat waves.

Jimmy misses his hat. He will never again take its wide brim for granted, and how it blocked the harsh sun. His eyes hurt. He thought he’d have more time before the sun reached its peak, but the star moved much faster than expected. Jimmy is tempted to reason that the difference is because he’s on an entirely different planet, rather than just an unfamiliar part of the desert. A planet that rotates significantly faster than the one he calls home. But he’s not thinking that, because how could that even happen? How would he get back home? No, he lost track of time. He’s just been walking for longer than he thought. Jimmy has been living in the desert for years now, and has grown used to the heat— the feeling of feathers damp with sweat and covered in sand is a familiar sensation— but the temperature is starting to get to him. The lack of shade and water make it impossible to find a moment of relief.

The beeping grows faster, and he searches for a change in the landscape around him. The ground remains an empty plane, with nothing but the deep, wide fissures marking its surface. He’s starting to hope the beeping might be leading him to a settlement, rather than his horse. At least then he'll be able to get out of the sun.

Zoning back into the beeping, Jimmy realizes it’s slowed, a notable gap forming between each sound. Whatever he’s been walking towards must’ve changed directions, or maybe he just walked past it somehow. Looking around, nothing has changed. He hasn’t even seen animals skittering across the sand, no lizards— or alien lizard equivalents— basking under the hot sun. Trying to reorientate himself, Jimmy begins to test the beeps, listening for which directions make it speed up. But it keeps shifting. The beeping then speeds up to its fastest speed yet, the separate beeps bleeding into one sound before stopping completely, only for it to start up again a moment later. Maybe it’s leading him somewhere vertically? He looks up.

He starts walking, keeping his eyes on the sky, hoping it might reveal something new to him, but he foolishly loses track of the topography. Before he knows it, one foot sinks into unsteady ground, then the other finds nothing but air, and he’s falling.

Reflexively, he holds his arms in front of him, hoping helplessly that it will slow his plunge into the cavernous ravine.

An old reflex cries out. One long forgotten and useless. He tries to listen.

First there’s the hiss of sand, pattering over the surface below. Then a sickening crack as Jimmy lands on his outstretched arm. Pain shoots through his side.

He opens his mouth to yell, but he’s interrupted by another scream, next to him.

Scrambling to the wall and clutching his injured arm, Jimmy’s mind works on pure adrenaline as he tries to push through the pain, and wills his vision clear enough for him to see his new company.

The figure curled on the floor mirrors him, clutching their own arm to their chest.

Their body is covered in a light yellow fur, which darkens to a reddish brown at the tips of their limbs. Their fiery hair and tail flicker wildly with distress— a blazeborn. They’re wearing a torn sleeveless shirt, with a thick, dark coat tied around their waist. Why anyone would carry a coat like that out here, Jimmy cannot understand.

Their bright yellow eyes are wide like suns, shining right at Jimmy. They let out a quavery wheeze.

Jimmy shakes his head, fending off the delirium.

He coughs a pained, bitter laugh. His ribs ache. “...Hello?”

“Are you okay?” They manage back, looking and sounding like they’re in just as much pain as he is.

“Are you okay?” Jimmy nods pointedly to their broken arm. He can see its misshapen form from here. He doesn’t want to imagine what his own arm looks like.

The blazeborn shuffles tentatively towards him, making sure to not move their arm.

“I don't know- I don't know how it happened. You just fell and then I felt-”

Jimmy's eyes snap open with the realization. “Did I fall on you?! I’M SO SORRY!!”

“No no, you fell nowhere near me-” they shake their head, whining slightly, just as Jimmy feels a pulse of pain and bites back a wince himself.

With that, the look on their face morphs from concern to confusion. They shift closer to him, close enough that Jimmy can see the slight blue wisps in their warm flames. This might be the first time he’s been this close to a blazeborn. He always thought they’d give off more heat than this.

They don’t meet his gaze though, their attention directed elsewhere.

Gently, they pull their good arm from where it rests on their chest. Before Jimmy can question them, they tap his injured arm. A bolt of pain shoots through his body— he pulls back violently.

“OW!! THAT HURTS!” he yells, but his anger dissipates once he spots the blazeborn grimacing from their own pain. They blink rapidly, fighting through the daze. When it passes, they focus on Jimmy with an apologetic expression.

“This sounds crazy, but I think we're- connected.”

“What?! What are you on about?” Jimmy barks, confusion and pain leading easily into anger.

“Look, if I-”

Jimmy catches them by the wrist as they make another move to prod him.

“If you poke me one more time I swear-” Jimmy threatens in his best attempt at an authoritative tone, tightening his grip on their arm, challenging them.

They pause, considering him for a moment. Their eyes, without a trace of fear, flick down to Jimmy’s arm before returning to meet his gaze. They seem to be more intrigued than anything.

“Okay, okay, how about you poke me, then.” They direct his hand over to their injured arm.

"W-why?" Jimmy squawks, resisting.

“You'll feel the same thing. If my guess is right, at least.”

The way they laugh afterwards doesn't exactly fill Jimmy with much confidence. It reminds him of a mad scientist excited to test their hypothesis regardless of their questionable, painful methods. The logic makes his head spin; the stranger’s certainty is a jarring contrast. He feels like he’s out of the loop about something.

”....Okay. Are you sure?”

They grin wildly at him, their sharp teeth on full display.

“Go ahead, I'm giving you permission.”

“HM.” Jimmy hums with audible suspicion, baffled as to why someone would willingly feel that kind of pain. Stumped, he grants them their wish. As gently as he can, he pokes them.

His own arm blooms with pain. The same white hot pain. He pulls back, gasping, faint from the unexpected sting.

“What- WHAT THE HECK-'' Jimmy cries, hugging his arm closer to his chest. Nothing touched him, but that’s not how it felt. His poor arm pulses with pain, and he stares at the blazeborn.

They huff out a couple unsteady breaths, clearing their head before meeting Jimmy’s stricken look with another weak grin. How someone can smile in this situation is beyond Jimmy, and how this stranger’s grin grows wider with each passing second is completely unfathomable. Finally, they explode with laughter.

“AHAH- Welp, this is definitely a weird situation!”

“How-” Jimmy falters, his worry deepening. “Who are you?”

The blazeborn casually pushes themself up against the wall, sitting down next to him. They wipe the sand off their hand onto their coat.

“No idea, and the name’s Tango.”

He smiles up at Jimmy, more genuinely.

“…Jimmy.” He replies, finding the time to properly take in Tango’s appearance beyond the minimum.

Jimmy’s eyes flicker to something tied at the blazeborn’s waist. It was a pair of big, bulky boots. He watches Tango kick at the dust with his bare feet. No wonder he isn't wearing them. They look more suited to insulating the cold and snow, rather than the scorching heat of a desert.

An awkward silence falls over the two, both of them trying to process their situation, and grimacing internally from their pain. Jimmy rests his tail over his own feet, fanning the end towards him to battle the heat. He's not particularly sure what to say, especially to a stranger who is, by some unexplainable magic, connected to him. Fortunately for him, he doesn't have to go first.

“So, Jimmy… What got you here?” Tango breaks the silence.

“I fell.” He replies dumbly, not registering the question completely.

Tango spits out a laugh. “No, I mean- in this desert.”

Jimmy shrugs, recalling all he can. “I don't know… I don't remember.”

He’s beginning to accept that maybe his horse and all his belongings aren’t on this planet at all.

He yawns, “I was just following the beeps-”

His head slips against the wall behind him, neck lolling as a wave of exhaustion hits him.

“Hey, hey, buddy- stay awake for me.” Tango reaches over, snapping his good hand in front of Jimmy and chuckling nervously.

“Mmm… sorry.” Jimmy rubs his eyes, blinking blearily at the blazeborn. “What about you?”

“Pretty much the same.” Tango affirms. “I was following the beeps through the caves and ravines, and then I stumbled upon you- or more like, you stumbled and-” Tango gestures to the top of the ravine, reenacting Jimmy's fall with his hand, complete with cartoonish sound effects.

Jimmy, too worn down to feel insulted, just laughs.

“You think the beeping was leading us to the same thing?” He enquires.

“Probably- or probably to each other, actually. ‘cuz we're linked somehow!” Tango decides, seeming far more alert than Jimmy.

“Who… would do that? …why?” Jimmy asks hazily, stifling another yawn.

Tango lowers his gaze, brow furrowing. He doesn’t reply. Instead, he sinks deeper in thought, mumbling like he’s debating something in his mind.

Jimmy frowns as the moment stretches on, and opens his mouth to ask what's wrong, but Tango interrupts him.

“I think I might have an idea why I'm here.”

“Oh?” Jimmy tilts his head.

“You work with dodgy people, you get into dodgy situations.” He states bluntly, like it’s a matter of fact.

“You- you’re not a robber, are you? Or a murderer?!” Jimmy tenses, not-so-subtly shuffling away.

“Oh, no no- nothing scary,” Tango snorts, offering Jimmy a disarming wink.

Jimmy’s not convinced. He studies Tango wearily.

“I mean-” Tango elaborates, “I'm actually just an architect of sorts. That's not scary.”

“Could be!” Jimmy argues, “You could be making dungeons and torture chambers!”

Tango snaps his mouth shut with a squeak, a chuckle stuttering through his teeth.

"…yeeaah. Nothing like that." He assures vaguely, trying to emphasize his words carefully.

Jimmy squints at him, humming in agreement despite his suspicion. He goes to move so that he can face Tango straight on, but in the process, bumps his elbow into the stone wall.

Both Tango and Jimmy immediately curl into themselves. “Ah- ow ow ow ow.” They murmur in sync.

"Oh, yeah,” Tango wheezes breathlessly, “We should probably do something about these.”

Jimmy makes a small, sad noise to himself. He’s gone a long time without having to deal with a broken bone, and he had been hoping to keep it that way. He looks helplessly at his arm, and Tango follows his gaze.

“Can I see?” Tango asks, in the calmest voice he can muster, though the tension around his eyes betrays his own unease.

Jimmy just nods and moves closer, more carefully this time.

Tango leans over as Jimmy lifts his arm delicately.

“Hmm.” He ponders over the mangled limb. “Haha.” He concludes flatly, “It looks like we might have to set them.”

Jimmy pulls his arm back. “I don't want to do that. You know what, I always wanted a wonky arm, actually.”

“If it's any comfort, you won't be alone in the pain.” Tango tries with a weak smile.

Jimmy pouts. Conceding slightly, he asks “Are we going to do our arms at the same time?”

“Void, no.” Tango laughs dismissively. “That sounds like a horrible idea. The universe might just implode.”

“What?” Jimmy snaps, shooting Tango a concerned stare. Tango rolls his eyes.

“We'd most likely both feel twice as much pain, buddy. That's what I mean.”

Jimmy’s face tightens with anxiety, and he makes another move to scoot away.

“Hey, hey, wait.” Tango placates, looking around helplessly. Rummaging in his pocket, he pulls out two torn pieces of fabric. They look like they used to be the sleeves from his t-shirt.

Tango hands one to Jimmy. “Bite down on this?” He offers.

“Don't happen to have any form of painkillers, then?” Jimmy pipes uselessly.

Tango notices the way Jimmy eyes the dirty fabric. He shrugs apologetically.

“That's all I got, sorry.”

Jimmy sighs, willing himself to accept his fate, and clumsily folds the fabric with one hand. He tentatively places it in his mouth.

“So… who first?” He mumbles defeatedly through the fabric.

“Hmmm… you!”

Before Jimmy can process what’s happening, Tango snaps his arm back into place.

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heavyhitterheaux · 2 months

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Part 2: Late Nights and Spousal Confessions

Synopsis: Not wanting the night to end, Jack quickly asks to spend more time with you. Little did the two of you know that it would end up being a therapy session about your marriages to other people.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

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Jack continued to look at you in disbelief before the biggest smile broke out on his face as he quickly embraced you.

Your arms immediately went around his neck as you felt him pick you up so your feet were hovering above the ground as he hugged you tighter.

“Are you really here right now?” He asked as he whispered in your ear and you simply nodded before responding to him.

“I am and you can thank your little brother for that.”

“And to answer your question, yes. I did miss you, more than you know.”

“Well if I would have known that you two would be this excited to see each other, I would have done it sooner.” Clay mumbled and the two of you couldn't help but laugh. Jack placed you back on your feet before his left hand went to cup your face as his right started to play with the ends of your hair. Something that he used to do when the two of you were younger so it was obvious that old habits die hard.

“And that's who he let get away? Look at how they're looking at each other! Jack hasn't acknowledged anyone else since he's seen her. He doesn't even look at his own wife like that.” Ace said to Clay who simply nodded in agreement.

“That's who he should have been with and stayed with from the beginning.”

“Agreed.”

The party consisted of Jack and Urban making their rounds and mingling with all of their guests, but one thing that didn't happen was you leaving Jack's side. You had been basically glued to him for the entire night and you could tell that your presence was giving him a sense of comfort. Just like before when the two of you were together.

When it got close to about 2 in the morning, people were starting to wind down and leave and since Clay brought you, he quickly asked when you would be ready to leave, but Jack jumped in before you could say anything.

“I'll take her home, don't worry about it. We have a lot to catch up on.” He said while turning to you and smiling.

“I figured, but I thought I would ask anyway.” Clay said while smiling at the sight in front of him. He didn't even know the last time that he saw his older brother so happy and he was hoping that it would stay that way and the two of you would end up together like everyone wanted.

No one had really mentioned or brought up the fact that Jack's wife, better known as Kelsey, hadn't even shown up to her own husband's birthday party but it was clear that Jack did not care one bit. His attention and focus had been on you the entire time and you were low key happy that you didn't have to compete for it with someone else.

The two of you were now settled into Jack’s Jeep and he simply looked over at you and smiled.

“I literally just cannot believe you’re here right now.”

“I actually wasn’t going to come, but Clay convinced me.” You said being completely honest as he began to drive.

“What? Why?”

“I didn’t think that you would have wanted to see me.”

“What the? It’s not like we ended on a bad note. Besides, I literally always ask your mom about you anytime that I see her. That just happens to be a lot since you know our moms have been inseparable since we began dating and haven’t let up since.”

“Very true. Any time I talk to her and ask her what she’s doing she says she’s with Maggie.”

“I don’t want to take you home just yet, if that’s okay.” Jack said, looking straight ahead as he was coming to a red light.

“Hmm, we can go to Waffle House, they’re still open.”

Once the two of you reached Waffle House and got settled into a booth in the back, you knew that Jack was bound to ask you about being married and you were just waiting for it. You both scanned the menu in a comfortable silence before he spoke up.

“So……”

“So…..” You said back to him as both of you let out laughs.

“Tell me everything. What’s been going on with you?”

“Well, I did end up going to nursing school and did that for a little while before I decided to go back and get my CRNA.”

“Damn, I knew my girl was smart. I remember you telling me that you wanted to do that. That’s anesthesia right?” Your heart instantly fluttered when you heard him call you his girl.

“It is, I didn’t think that you would remember.”

“I remember everything about my first love. Including how she didn’t think my full name was Jackman and decided to call me Jackson instead and it stuck.”

You immediately busted out laughing remembering the conversation that the two of you had with you both going back and forth debating on what Jack’s real name was. And you legit asked Maggie to see his birth certificate which she laughed about.

“And to this day, you are the only person allowed to do that.”

“But I love Jackman better. It makes you unique.” You replied as you looked back down at the menu and was deciding on what you wanted to drink.

“What else has happened? You live in Cali now, right?”

“Yeah, I live in Calabasas and have been there for about six years. I like it…. At times.”

Just then the two of you were interrupted by your waiter who you looked up to see was Ms.Isabella. She was the manager and worked here for as long as you two could remember.

“Well isn’t it my favorite nurse and my favorite rapper?!”

“Ms. Isabella, respectfully, don’t you only know like five of my songs? How am I your favorite rapper?” Jack asked joking with her, but all she did was laugh and roll her eyes at him.

“I’ve been to enough concerts to know more than five songs. Anyway, you two aren’t married yet?” She asked and both of you looked like deer caught in headlights, but you quickly recovered.

“Ms. Isabella we’re both married, but not to each other.” You asked and all she did was try to hide the obvious smirk that was about to be displayed on her face. She had definitely been talking to your mother and knew what she was doing.

“Oh, what a shame. Anyway, all I know is that I remember the two of you always being in here when you were younger and being inseparable. Especially when both of you would be drunk and trying to sober up before you went home. A secret that I shall keep from both of your mother’s forever. Anyway, what are we drinking? Orange juice?”

“That’s fine.” Jack quickly said as she nodded her head to walk towards the counter.

When she walked away, it was slightly awkward and you knew for a fact that he was about to ask you now.

“So, how long have you been married?” He asked while looking down and drumming his fingers on the table.

“This year will be three years.” You quietly answered and Jack nodded his head. One of the first things he noticed was your wedding ring when he had first laid eyes on you and seeing it in person made his heart drop. He knew that you were, but was wishing deep down that it wasn’t true.

“What’s his name?”

“Xavier.”

“Does… he treat you well?”

You hesitated on answering that simply because you knew the type of person that Jack was. Even though he wasn’t one to care for confrontation, when it came to you he didn’t care. He would probably have no problem hoping on a plane and going to Cali in order to beat his ass for what he had done to you.

“That’s…. A loaded question. Umm…”

“Y/N, I’m not trying to pry and you only have to tell me what you feel comfortable with me knowing. But the look on your face is telling when I asked about him.”

“It’s just complicated.”

“Marriage can be difficult sometimes, but it shouldn’t be complicated if the two people involved work together.”

“I… I married a wonderful person who I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with, but about ten months ago his true colors started to show and I don’t think that I can stomach being married to a person like that much longer.”

“Did he put his hands on you? Because….” Jack asked with his voice slightly raising and you immediately shook your head no and placed your hand on top of his in order to get him to calm down.

“No, nothing like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“I promise. It’s nowhere near that.”

“Then, what is it?”

“He’s been cheating on me for a year and got another woman pregnant.”

Jack’s mouth was now hanging wide open as he looked at you dumbfounded.

“And does he know that you know this?”

You just shook your head no and sighed.

“I… you know that you deserve better than that.”

“I know, I’m just trying to stack my money to be able to get a divorce and get away from him. I already opened up a bank account that he has no idea about.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Jack quietly said as he saw your eyes watering. Bottom line was you still loved Xavier despite what he had done to you and you absolutely hated yourself for it.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine, just a little while longer. Now onto you, tell me all that there is to know about Kelsey. I thought I was going to meet her tonight. How’s married life treating you?” Even though you had heard from multiple people about how Jack was miserable in his marriage, you needed to hear it come straight from him.

“Hmm, not a lot to tell.”

“What in the world is that supposed to mean?”

When Jack was once again quiet, you could still read him like an open book despite how many years had passed.

“You regret it.” You quietly said and he just looked at you.

“How can you know exactly what I’m thinking without me having to say anything and you’re in tune with my feelings when my wife can’t even do that?”

“I can read you like a book, Jackman. I’ve always been able to. You can be completely silent like just now and I…. why do you regret it?”

“I’ve recently found out some things about her that I didn’t know before and it makes me think that I truly don’t know her at all and I rushed into this.”

Ms. Isabella interrupted the two of you as she sat both of your drinks down and was waiting for the two of you to order.

“I'll take the all star breakfast.”

“Me too.” You quietly said as you handed her your menu and she simply shot both of you a smile before walking away.

“So, Clay telling me that you were miserable in your marriage wasn't a lie?”

“I… I know he's just trying to look out for me but it's not a lie. I definitely care about her to a certain extent and don't want anything bad to happen to her but….”

“Then do what you have to do in order for you to have a peace of mind.”

“I want to give it time seeing as it hasn't even been a year yet and the fact that the amount of people that would be telling me ‘I told you so’ would be endless.”

“Don't worry about them. As long as you're happy, that's the important part.”

“True.”

“Besides, I’m here for you and will support you with whatever you decide.”

“I appreciate that. Now that I got you back I'm definitely not letting you go again.”

It was around seven in the morning when the two of you finally pulled in front of your parent's house and you weren't afraid to admit that you were sad that the night was coming to an end.

When the two of you had left Waffle House, you both decided to watch the sunrise for old times sake since that was something that the two of you would do often when you two were together.

You were excited that he was now back in your life and was hoping that it would be for the long haul.

“I hope you had an amazing birthday.” You said as the two of you were now standing outside of his Jeep.

“I did because I got the best birthday gift that I could have ever asked for, like Clay said. I appreciate you for coming and I'm happy that I got to see you. It's been way too long.”

“It has.”

“How long are you staying?”

“About another week.”

Jack simply nodded as he grabbed your hand and started rubbing small circles on the back of it.

“Block out some time for me?”

“For you? Always. You never have to ask.” You answered as you smiled up at him which he quickly returned before bringing you into a hug.

“I missed you so much and that is probably all you're going to hear me say over the next week.”

“I don't mind because I missed you too.” You responded as the two of you finally pulled away.

“Go and get some sleep and I’ll call you later.” Jack said as he reached down to kiss your forehead and then your cheek which was dangerously close to your mouth, but you brushed it off and thought nothing of it.

“Okay.”

“Since we now have an audience.”

You looked behind you to see your brother looking out of the window on the second floor as your sister and your parents were looking out of the window that was in the living room and you immediately groaned as Jack laughed. Your mom looked to be on the phone and you knew for a fact that she was talking to Maggie and giving her a play by play.

“I'm probably hitting the studio later. You want to come?”

“Hmm, I think I can clear my schedule for you.”

“Then it's a date.”

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astro-rainbow777 · 2 months

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Exercising in Accordance to the Moon Signs & Houses

Ok so before we get started here I do want to note that this post covers working out with the moon signs and phases. I in particular have a Cancer Mars- Mars the planet of action and movement in accordance with Cancer which is ruled by the moon. That being said- there are individuals whom may find this helpful and there are others who may not. As a Cancer Mars which is a Mars sign in detriment- I have to find certain ways to motivate myself and get in shape that may not ring true for some people. This happens to Mars in 4th, Libra Mars and Mars in 7th as well. I think that a lot of these particular placements may think “Oh well, I will never be in the best shape of my life because my mars is in detriment” -This simply isn’t true. It just means we have to play to our strengths and weaknesses when building up a routine, motivating ourselves, etc. For Libra Mars or Mars in 7th- they may need to workout with their partner, in classes or have a gym buddy. Regardless whatever your Mars sign is- try giving it a shot. In particular I have a Cancer Mars so this works for me 100%!

Moon Signs:

In Astrology, each zodiac sign rules over different body parts. That being said, which ever sign/house the moon is in can be an indicator of which body part you can work out that day.

Aries- Cardio, High Interval Training, Kickboxing

Taurus- Shoulders, Neck/Throat stretches

Gemini- Arms

Cancer- Chest

Leo- Back

Virgo- Abs

Libra- Glutes

Scorpio- Hips, Pilates

Sagittarius- Thighs

Capricorn- Climbing, Stairs, Knee Mobility

Aquarius- Calves

Pisces- Yoga, Swimming, Feet Stretches and Flexibility

Houses:

1st House- Cardio, High Intensity Training, Kickboxing

2nd House- Shoulders, Neck/Throat Stretches

3rd House- Arms

4th House- Chest

5th House- Back

6th House- Abs

7th House- Glutes

8th House- Hips, Pilates

9th House- Thighs

10th House- Climbing, Stairs, Knee Mobility

11th House- Calves

12th House- Yoga, Swimming, Feet Stretching and Flexibility

So say the moon is in the Sign of Taurus- in my sixth house, because the moon stays in that sign for roughly 2 & 1/2 days, I’ll workout my Shoulders the First Day and the next day my Abs. Than by the 3rd day- if you’re consistently working out at the same time- the moon should have moved to Gemini. Because when the moon transitions to a new sign first before it moves into a new house (according to Placidus-not whole sign), I work out the moon sign body first, than the house body part second. You want to make sure you’re not just doing the same body part over and over again, so you don’t stress out and over work your body.

Anyways- I hope this was helpful, especially for the Cancer Mars/Mars in 4th house people. I hope this information serves y’all well and helps out with staying motivated and organized! I know it’s a very untraditional way to work out- but as a Cancer Mars I’ve tried it all and this is the only thing that works for me!

Thanks so much y’all! Have a good one :)

-Kya 🖤🌈🌧️

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rosehxnt · 9 months

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why am i me?

characters: deuce spade, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit summary: you can’t help but compare yourself to those you see on social media warnings: overall mentions of insecurity about appearance/personality, reader wears makeup (vil), kind of implied post book 4 (kalim), possibly ooc, anyone can be pretty, grammar is what i want it to be

Deuce Spade “Why is everyone on this app prettier than me?” you mused, looking through the pictures of various magicam stars. “Ugh, I hate it here,” you said dramatically as you threw your phone down against the couch. “Did someone say something?” Deuce was already on his feet, ready to fight someone on your behalf. With calculated words and good reasoning skills of course. Not fists, never fists. “No one said anything I just feel…” you trailed off, hoping you didn’t have to say it but your boyfriend’s look of concern pushed you on. “…lackluster compared to everyone else.” "That's not true!" His enthusiasm about it almost startled you. "I think you're the prettiest in all of twisted wonderland." "But look at all these people." You went to retrieve your phone but Deuce intercepted you and tossed it on a nearby table. You were slightly concerned about the state of the screen but were quickly distracted. "Those people don't matter right now, so stop comparing yourself to them." He sat next to you. "I like you how you are, and I won't stop reminding you of that until you realize you're just as pretty, if not exceeding in prettiness, compared to everyone else."

Cater Diamond He couldn't say he didn't relate to you, but other things were more important at the moment. Cater watched your frustrated face as you tried to pull off the latest trend on magicam. He wished he could secretly capture it and post it with a 'totes adorbs' caption but he had promised you not to do that without permission. "I can help you if you want," he offered from across the table. "I got this," you assured him. "I just need to figure out how they did this one part." You also needed to figure out how they did the part after that, and the one after that. Cater could tell, and you could tell that he could tell. There was no other option at this point. "Okay, I need help." The next few minutes consisted of Cater leading you through the steps of the trend but you just couldn't get it down like everyone else seemed to. Cater could sense the previous frustration was close to making you even more upset. "How about you do it this way." He shifted your phone so it'd be easier. "But it looks cooler the way everyone else is doing it," you said as you moved it back in place. "What if we do it as a couple? That'll be cool." "You promise?" "I promise," Cater said as he took control of your phone again.

Leona Kingscholar Laying next to Leona in his bed, you scrolled through your magicam feed to find that some students in your class were throwing a party. "Do you ever feel like we're not fun enough?" He barely shifted to look at you, his green eyes opening to meet yours. "What do you mean by that?" "Like we never go to parties or school events and stuff." You sat up. "Places where people have fun." Leona was sitting up ever so slightly now. "Do you really want to hang out with people you barely know?" You stopped to think about the excruciating small talk you'd have to go through since as far as you knew none of your friends were going to be attending. "I know I'd rather be spending my time here with you," Leona broke the brief silence. "It's fun in our own way." "Really?" "You heard me, herbivore. I'm not gonna say it again." He settled back down. Giving no response you dove back to where you were laying. Leona grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him, settling his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled, knowing spending the evening in his arms would be much more fun than some party.

Kalim Al-Asim With your living conditions being less than ideal, you couldn't say you had the resources to buy any trendy or expensive clothes. This often caused you to silently lament over the fashion of others, sometimes growing into jealousy. The worst part was that you felt bad whenever you became envious of your boyfriend, Kalim, who was by no means lacking in money. Today was one of those days. Watching him sift through his latest shopping spree you found yourself becoming quieter in your responses. You didn't think he would notice until he spoke. "Is something wrong? You're not as energetic as normal." "No, I'm just feeling a bit tired right now." You tried to force a smile as you reassured him. But he could sense something was up with your facade. "Did you want to go shopping too? I know you said you were busy but we can always go again," Kalim said, moving closer to you. "I'm fine, I don't exactly have the funds for it anyway." "I can pay!" Always the optimist, a smile spread across his face. "We can make a date out of it!" "Thank you for offering but I don't want to use you like that," you said. "I'll be okay." He met your eyes. "Please let me do this for you." You couldn't help but smile at Kalim's actions. "Okay, let's go." "Yay! Shopping date here we come!" "Maybe we should ask Jamil first," you suggested while you took his hand as he led you out of the dorm.

Vil Schoenheit You shuffled across the floor of the pomfiore dorm, phone dangling from your hand as students both avoided you and somehow led you to who you were there to see. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you but-" "My dear potato, you could never bother me," Vil turned to look at you. "What's the matter?" You stared at your shoes for a moment, too embarrassed to show your face even from this far away. Sensing your apprehension, he stood and took even, elegant steps your way. "If you don't tell me, I can't help you." You finally raised your head to make eye contact with the man. "I tried a makeup tutorial I saw online and I look like a clown, not in a fun way. I don't understand how the person in the pictures looks so good and I can't." "Show me what you were going for, I'm sure I'll be able to help." Over the duration of the afternoon, Vil showed you not only the proper way to perform the look you were going for but also what colors suited you best and the proper technique to use. He even redid your makeup and allowed you to borrow some items from his collection to use for practice. Vil sat you in front of his vanity mirror, letting you get used to your new appearance. You inspected how the soft hues looked against your skin, how they complimented you much better than the ones before, enhancing your nose and showing off your eye shape. "I went with something more natural looking," he said from behind you. "I hope you don't mind, liebling, for you are lovely just the way you are."

a/n: my apologies for some being longer than others or more self-inserty but this will be the first piece of writing i'm posting so i hope it's enjoyable at least m.list & rules

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simphornies · 3 months

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A/N: I'm not feeling well. It's that time of the month and I am struggling. I apologize if this part isn't written as well as the others :(

Word count: 3.5k (3,595)

part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5, finale

Deal Breaker [ Vox x Angel!Reader ] part 3

Your first day working with the Vees consisted of you being in one of Velvette’s shows. You were shoved into multiple outfits that were definitely out of your comfort zone. Your wings were out the whole time and boosted the popularity. At the end of the show, Velvette was trying to get you to be one of her official models.

“Y/N! As much as I hate your alliances, I do love the energy you bring on the stage.” She flicks her hand to get you into a more formal attire for your stay. You matched Vox’s suit, color scheme and all. You were convinced it’s just a dress version of his outfit. You let out a relieved sigh, happy that you’re finally comfortable.

“Flattered at your offer however I have the hotel to tend to. I have not the time to spare to become a model for you. Apologies.” You politely declined making Velvette groan.

Vox walks up to you, his hands clapping at your performance. “What a wondrous performance! I see you wore the necklace I gifted you.” He grins, glancing at the shining piece of jewelry around your neck. It was a diamond studded eye necklace surrounded with 3 sets of wings, something that matched your usual outfit.

“Ah, yes. I do adore it. Thank you.” You smile, “I see you’re wearing the bow tie I’ve gifted you as well?”

He fiddled the bow in question with pride, “Proudly. It was given to me by you.” He takes your hand in his to kiss it, something that became a constant occurrence between you two. “Shall we meet in my office?”

You nod, following him, hand still in his. The time you’ve shared with him has gotten you quite accustomed to the demon. You started to feel warm but you fought against it. You promised Charlie and Alastor both that you would keep your guard up and stay safe. Vox’s intentions weren’t clear to you and you still couldn’t comprehend why he suddenly decided to strike a deal with you.

In his office, you sat across from him, legs crossed awaiting him to start. He was staring at you, eyeing you down so much so it made you a little nervous at what’s to come.

“Y/N. Before we continue…” He starts, “I want to inform you of something you did.”

Your head tilted to the side, “Yes…?”

“The night you got drunk, you started to strip in front of me.” He blankly states, doing his best to maintain his composure while you lost yours.

Your face flushed in embarrassment, turning red at his words. “I sincerely apologize! That was unbecoming of me.” You profusely apologized, “I may have forgotten to warn you and tell you exactly why I typically stick to just one bottle of my usual champagne.”

Vox just laughed in response, “My dear, no need to get so flustered. For your sake, I did ask for someone else to help dress you and left as soon as I saw the state you were in.” He raised his arms up in defense, “I didn’t push my chances and left immediately. I hardly looked.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, “Thank you. I truly apologize.”

“Now that that’s out of the way. Let’s circle back to our agreement from our first meeting. You said you will need 3 days to consider the offer. Have you chosen an answer?” The joy on his face was back to a serious one as soon as he asked.

You shake your head, “Unfortunately I have not decided. I struggle to understand your intentions.”

“What is it that makes you struggle? If I’m being completely transparent with you, you are a wonderful and beautiful angel. The 3 days we’ve spent together have been bliss. I would love to have you by my side, always.” He winks at you, “And I’d love to see you half naked again, but sober this time.”

The red creeped back up on your face. “Vox! That is inappropriate to say for this situation. We are discussing business.” You huffed.

“Ah but you are my business, dear.” He gets up and walks over to you, further teasing you by bringing his head up to your ear to whisper. “I absolutely want you.”

You get up quickly, taking a step back from him, absolutely unable to hide the fact that you’re flustered at his actions and words. “I am not well-versed in such things. I cannot provide you the companionship you seek.”

He took a step forward and held your hand, giving you a kiss on your knuckles. “I can show you how, my love.” His signature grin wide on his face, “C’mon baby~ Let me show you how fun it is with me by your side.”

If you were able to melt, you would have melted right then and there. You were a stuttering mess and Vox found entertainment and pleasure watching you be one. You pull your hand away from him and rush to the door.

“Pardon me! I must excuse myself!” You reach for the doorknob but Vox just zaps in front of you.

“Ah ah. Before you go, we’ll be going on a date in a little bit. I’ve already told Velvette to get you in the most gorgeous attire, paid for entirely by yours truly.” He opened the door for you to rush out and head towards your room.

As if on cue, Velvette swings your door open and drags you inside. She immediately swiped her hand to change your outfit into a gorgeous backless fitted dress that sparkled when the light hit it. A slit ran up your thigh and revealed a garter belt that went around it, bearing the VoxTek logo. The neckline plunged down to the middle of your chest. Your formal flat shoes were now black red bottomed heels.

“Alright now sit.” Velvette says, pulling out a chair for you. The speed of everything happening overwhelmed you to the point where you had to give yourself a second to react, “C’mon, I don’t have all day.”

You followed her instructions and sat down. She got to work on your hair quickly, giving you beautiful bouncy curls that rested perfectly on your shoulders. She even did your makeup for you. She worked quickly and quietly and by the end of it, she was grinning with pride from her work. “Perfect. You’re absolutely stunning. Now go. Shoo.”

You were kicked out of your own room with a gentle shove. You tripped over yourself and landed in Vox’s arms. You look up and see him giving you a wide-toothed grin, “You look absolutely beautiful~” He purred into your ear.

Your heart was pounding but so was Vox’s. He meant what he said. He was enamored by your looks and with you dressed up, he was even more attracted. He wants you but he doesn’t seem to know that the way he’s supposed to.

He showered you with gifts and jewels of all kinds. He put on the necklace he gave you around your neck and donned your fingers with expensive rings. He brought you to the most prestigious restaurant in all of Hell after he accessorized you and acted very gentlemanlike. You weren’t used to such things so this was all very new.

In Heaven, most interactions you’ve had with men were with Adam so being treated this nicely was a new thing for you. You remained flustered at everything that just happened. You swore your heart was going to jump out of your chest at the amount of attention he’s giving you. Back at the hotel you mainly stayed in your office to do paperwork and help around with cleanup which meant you lacked the social experience that most would have.

There was a singer performing for the restaurant’s customers that night and you distracted yourself by listening to her. It was Verosika Mayday, a famous popstar that you had heard of. Her voice was beautiful, her body and face matching. Vox watched as you relaxed in your seat, entranced by her voice. He made a mental note that you loved soft and slow music, which was exactly how Verosika’s current song was. He knew this because your eyes lit up the moment the piano slowed down.

After the show, he decided to introduce you to Verosika herself. Bringing him over to the table. You chatted with her about her talents and asked for tips on how she was able to have such a wide vocal range. It wasn’t long into the conversation until you were starting to get tipsy from the amount of alcohol you’d consumed.

Not wanting to repeat the events of the last time you got really drunk, Vox excused himself and led Verosika away, letting you know he’ll be back. He took Verosika backstage where Valentino awaited, somewhere private enough for him to talk to her and for her to not see Valentino. He put her in a trance with his eye and got her to sign a contract with Valentino stating that she will now take the place of Angel Dust. Valentino was more than happy to have the curvy, popular succubus popstar to be his and quickly decided to make her his new toy.

Vox worked fast to fulfill your wishes, swearing it was to steal your power when in reality he wanted to see your smile. When he came back to the table, you were getting ready to down an entire bottle of vodka to which he confiscated from your hands making you huff.

“Now now. I told you. Last time you got fucked up, you were stripping and I would rather not go through that again.” He had given the bottle he took from you back to a waiter. He lifted your chin with finger, looking deeply into your eyes. “Mm. You look wonderful with a blush across your face.”

He pulled away from you and held his hands behind his back, standing proudly. “I would like to inform you that the contract’s been broken.” He said with a wide smile. Your eyes sparkle with delight, quickly getting up.

“Is that the truth, Vox?” You ask, “Oh that is wonderful! Thank you!” You hugged him, your heart full of warmth and happiness. You felt his arms snake around you to hug you back.

“I told you, dollface.” He strokes your curled locks, playing with it in his hands, “I’ll do anything to keep you by my side.” He felt himself warm up at the feeling of you hugging him. The way your body fit perfectly against his in a hug was new territory. The scent of your perfume radiated gently, he felt your heart pounding as quickly as his own did. This felt new to him and it felt good.

Upon arriving back at Vox’s building, you walk with him, your hands wrapped around his arm. He walked you to your room and gave you yet another sweet kiss on your knuckles.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N. I’ll see you in the morning.” He winked at you before zapping off into his own room.

You closed the door and slid your back against it, sighing. You placed a hand on your chest and felt your heart going wild. You felt uncomfortably safe and secure around him and at this point it was hard for you to separate your emotions with business. He gave you attention you’ve never received and never realized you craved. His sweet words, his suggestive comments, his compliments echoed through your head. You began to fall for him.

In the morning, you met Vox in his office a bit too excited to see him but you maintain your composure. He sat at his desk, drinking coffee, the scent of which covered the room. He perked up at the sound of you entering his office. “Ah. Good morning, Y/N. Help yourself to some coffee.” He gestured to his coffee maker by the wall to which you gladly poured yourself a cup. “I have a full schedule today, I trust that you’re able to stay in the building until I return?”

“Return?” You cocked your head at him, “I am to stay here? Do you require me to do anything to assist you?” You couldn’t deny the fact that you felt a bit bummed out at the thought of him leaving but you quickly shook away that feeling.

“Yes you have to stay here, I’m afraid. I can’t waltz into my shows and interviews with you hanging off of me.” He laughed a bit, “We aren’t even together. I’ll only do that when you accept my courtship and let me make you mine. Why? You gonna miss me?”

You hid your blushing face behind your cup, “Nonsense. Just a thought is all. I seek not to ruin your day nor make them difficult with my presence. I am perfectly content staying here.” You weren’t content with staying. You didn’t understand it but you wanted to be by his side for your entire stay at his company.

His phone buzzes, making him get up. “Well, that’s my cue. I have to head out, angel.” He held his hand out for you to take. You expected him to give it a kiss but instead he led you to his chair. “You can stay here or in my room. Maybe watch me work my magic on television. I’ll be back.”

He left without giving you the usual kiss on the hand. It left you bothered. You felt…empty without it. It didn’t feel right. Though you didn’t say anything about it, it didn’t leave your mind. You aimlessly wandered around his office, looking at the photos he had laying around. You ended up in his room, laying on his bed watching his shows until he came in through the door.

“Ah! There you are.” He says, “Come Y/N. I have a gift for you.”

You got up and followed him out of the room. He took your hand as you walked behind him. He took you to the meeting room, the table filled with wrapped boxes. You were speechless. “Surely this isn’t all for me?” You ask him.

“But they are! I’ve gotten advice from Princess Morningstar to make sure I got you the best of the best. Open them!” He held his hands behind his back, eagerly waiting for you to start.

You unwrapped and opened one of the bigger boxes and in it there was a gorgeous black and red version of the outfit you’d normally wear at the hotel. You glanced at him to which he gave you a proud look. The bigger boxes contained clothing from loungewear to nightgowns to robes. You reach for a smaller box and open it. You pulled out gorgeous earrings, studded with diamonds of course. In the last couple of small boxes, they were all pieces of fine jewelry to match the earrings.

You beamed with delight and gave Vox a hug. “These are wonderful gifts Vox! You spoil me too much. You are not required to do so.”

“Nothing is too much for you, angel.” He kisses your hand, looking up at you with a flirty look, “I do want to win your heart after all.”

You blushed at his words, looking away in embarrassment. “I need not for such gestures.”

“You deserve more, darling.” He gets his butlers to bring your gifts to your room, “Are my attempts working?”

“You flatter me so, perhaps I am leaning towards accepting your deal.”

He walks you to your room and wishes you a good night. You felt your heart flutter a bit, sighing happily as you got ready for bed in the same nightgown he gifted you. You soon drifted off to sleep, happily cuddling up to your pillow.

You were ready to spend your second day with Vox but to your dismay, he was “too busy” to speak with you. Not wanting to push in case he was stressed, you kept your distance. It did bother you when you would see him having casual conversation with Valentino or Velvette and as soon as he saw you, he would make himself seem busier by checking his phone.

“Vox~ Your little angel has eyes on us.” Valentino speaks, soft enough for you to not hear. “I know that look she has in her eyes. She’s longing for you.”

Vox smiled, “I know. By the end of our agreement, she won’t want me to leave her side.” He laughs menacingly, “I’ll make her obsessed with me.” Vox glanced behind him, seeing you in the distance admiring the plants that decorated the building. For a second, he felt his heart twist at the sad expression you had on.

You glanced up at him, a bit shocked at him giving you attention. You gave him a smile and waved. He gestures for you to come closer and with no hesitation, you make your way towards him. As soon as you were in his reach, he pulled you closer by the waist causing your face to flush up in red.

“Sorry for ignoring you all day, dollface.” He grins, “Red looks nice on you.” His hand caresses your cheek and you quickly pull away, embarrassed.

You cleared your throat and composed yourself. “It’s alright. You’re a busy man.” But it wasn’t okay with you. You found yourself longing for his attention all day and though you found your sudden admiration for him strange, you couldn’t help yourself when it came to yearning for his gaze on yours. “Tomorrow’s my last day. I wanted to know what you have in store for me.”

He puts his hands together, “You and I, my dear, are going out! My treat.”

“Vox! Surely I can cover tomorrow. You’ve showered me with plenty of gifts already for the past couple of days.” You protested to which he grabs your hand, giving it yet another kiss.

“Like I said before. I am…” He moves closer to you, his head by your ear, “...absolutely in love with you.” He whispers. You shiver at his voice, losing your breath for a split second.

“If you must insist…I’ll allow myself to find comfort in your adorations.” You whispered back, trying your hardest to steady your breathing.

“I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” He sneaks a kiss on your shoulder before zapping away into a camera.

You were dressed by Velvette again for your date with him the following day. You wore an off shoulder dress with the jewelry he’s gifted you. You felt warm and excited for your date. The spot he told you to meet him at wasn’t too far from his building so you denied the ride there and chose to walk instead.

You took in some of the sights, admiring the bright neon lights that covered the streets that seeped into the dark alleyways in between buildings. As you were approaching the restaurant, you spotted something in the alleyway out of the corner of your eye that made you backtrack. Once your eyes adjusted to the darkness you see Vox on the floor with a bleeding wound.

You rushed to his side, a bit in panic. “Vox! Vox what happened to you?” You gently help him up. He coughs, breathing heavy. You begin to heal his wounds, light emitting from your hands as you did so. Your eyes wandered to his ripped clothes, it looked like claws had ripped them.

“Alastor…” He says weakly, “That damned radio demon was just here…” He glitched and held your hand weakly, “I’m sorry, Y/N. My blood…My blood got on your beautiful dress and hands.”

“Alastor…?” You were in disbelief, you didn’t want to believe him but the claw shaped scratches on him matched the shape of his when he’s in his demon form. “No…It can’t be.” You felt anger rising within you. You told him he wasn’t supposed to mess with Vox. Could he have really gone against your word?

As soon as you finish, he sits up. “If you hadn’t come in time…I don’t think he would have left.” You held his hand tight. He looked at you and felt guilty at how hurt you looked. Your eyes were filled with tears, “Oh…Please. Please don’t cry, angel.”

“You were hurt! If I’d gotten here sooner…” You shook your head, “I’m supposed to be here to protect but you got hurt.” Your heart was heavy with emotions. Anger for Alastor’s actions, fear for Vox’s safety and sadness for not being there for him sooner.

“I’m going to be okay, Y/N.” He smiled at you, “You’re here now.” He wiped the tears that ran down your face. “I’m going to have to put a hold on this date. I’m sorry.”

“Nonsense! Do not apologize, you were injured. Let’s return to your home, you need rest.”

You brought Vox back into his room, flying through the halls with him in your arms. He looked up at you, the determination and anger that you had in your eyes filled him with even more guilt. You set him down gently on his bed.

“I’m afraid I must leave now but please, if anything happens, call me with no hesitation.” You spoke softly, the smile that you always had on your face was gone and didn’t return. You rush to your room, collecting all of your belongings and create a portal directly back into the hotel. You were enraged with Alastor and you were absolutely determined to find him.

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