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gimmeurtmi · 3 months

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stamina — seungmin

pairing: kim seungmin x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, oral (m receiving), deep throating, use of “bubs”, “baby”, “puppy”, face fucking pretty much, cum play, lmk if i missed one!

inspo: my hopes and ambitions

notes: wrote this for day 8 of kinktober so it’s a little late but i loved this too much to leave it behind <3

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As soon as Seungmin came home you could tell he was frustrated. It was obvious from the way he’d rolled his eyes at seemingly nothing, clearly thinking about something that annoyed him. It was obvious from the way he was completely zoned out during the movie, and the way he simply shrugged when you asked him if he wanted popcorn. Ever since he got his braces off he never said no to popcorn.

Something was clearly bothering him. And considering he was still incredibly sweet to you and hugged your knees during the movie—you knew it had to be something that happened at work.

“Seung, did everything go okay during your lesson?”

“Fine,” he said, entirely too quickly.

You brought your hand to his shoulder, rubbing your thumb against his skin lightly. He exhaled sharply, knowing you caught him in his lie. He was thankful you weren’t pushing him to speak though, and kissed your temple to show his gratitude for you.

“It’s this comeback,” he sighed after a few moments, letting his head fall onto the back of the couch. “It’s kicking my ass.”

“You always say that,” you hum softly, “and it always turns out fine. In fact, you get better with every comeb–”

“--yeah, yeah,” he dismisses quickly, “I know.”

“Then what is it, baby?”

He sighed deeply, letting his eyes scan around the room as he let his thoughts gather in his brain before he could voice them. Then he licked his lips and sighed one more time.

“I’m frustrated,” he started, “hyung keeps saying I’m gonna need a lot of stamina for this song. It’s apparently a really complicated dance and it’s already hard vocally.”

“Then you just need to work on your stamina,” you offered softly.

“Yeah, I know that,” he rolled his eyes, “but I don’t know what the dance is gonna be like so all I can do is practise my vocals while running like some idiot.”

“If that’s what you need to do–”

“--I wish they’d just let me see the dance, but they’re being weirdly secretive about it and I can’t work like this.”

You squeezed his shoulder lightly, trying to distract him from the frustration he was so visibly still feeling. “I can come run with you? Practise the song and we can run around th–”

“--I can’t run anymore,” he shakes his head, “it’s stupid and it’s not even gonna help that much. The stamina you need for dancing isn’t the same as running.”

“Then try and figure out what you need to build your stamina and we can do that if you want,” you try, “or if it’s something you need to do alone. I’m here to help when you need it, Seung.”

“I know,” he turned to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I just need to figure it out until hyung finally teaches us the choreo.”

You didn’t want to wait for Seungmin to figure it out by himself, you wanted to help him even if it was just a suggestion you could offer him, so instead you decided to confer with the only other vocalist you knew.

Jeongin was helpful, you think, as he offered things like weight lifting and dancing to a choreo Seungmin already knew. Seungmin declined both those suggestions however. He hated weights, and dancing to a different choreo was too confusing for him.

When you asked Chan for his suggestions, swearing him to secrecy because you knew Seungmin didn’t want him to worry–he suggested something quite different.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a proven fact. None of my vocal teachers have ever said this to me, which is probably why the other two haven’t thought about it–but sex is known to build your stamina.”

“Chan, if this is your weird way of saying he just needs to get laid–”

“--have fun!”

And then he ended the call.

You thought it over for a few days, thinking surely Chan was just trying to be a little shit. You knew he was protective of his band members and always wanted to help him, but you also knew he loved stressing you out–so surely that wasn’t sound advice.

Besides, you were almost certain Seungmin wouldn’t be able to focus on his vocals if he was fucking you. Sex was surely not the answer you were looking for.

Even so, the next time Seungmin came home from a vocal lesson with frustration deep on his brows, you decided you wanted his opinion on the matter, too. If it helped him you’d do anything and honestly, when Seungmin started working towards a new comeback he was usually too tired to do anything physical with you when he came home. You wanted to convince yourself you were definitely doing this to help him, and not because it was you that needed to get laid. You weren’t being selfish about this, really. Chan said it could help!

Seungmin shared your opinion that he surely wouldn’t be able to focus on singing at all if you were naked and moaning on top of him, so it would be completely pointless.

“What if I sucked you off, then?” You try, as neutrally as possible.

“How will that help?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, throwing your hands in the air.

“If you want my dick in your mouth just ask, you don’t need an excuse,” he smirked.

“I promise I do genuinely think this could help,” you pouted at him, “and if it doesn’t you still get your dick wet so it’s a win-win, really.”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes to fully sell it as he unbuckled his belt. “I guess you can suck my dick, then.”

You giggled at him, carefully lowering yourself onto the floor.

You watch as Seungmin pulls down his pants, letting them pool onto the floor right in front of your knees. You grab onto his thighs, slowly pulling them apart as you rack your nails across his smooth skin.

You kiss his knee slowly, planting another kiss higher and then higher before nuzzling your face by his stomach. You let your lips ghost near his hip bone, kissing it softly before slowly sucking on the taut skin.

He sucks in a breath, his big hands going to your neck and pushing you closer.

“I can’t hear any singing, Seung,” you say against his skin before making sure to suck a mark into his stomach.

He lets out a small moan, shutting his eyes tightly before he licks his lips.

“Okay, okay,” he lets out, taking in a deep breath, “this might actually work.”

You chuckle to yourself before splaying your hands across his thighs, kneading at the muscles as your lips trail from one hip bone to the other.

Seungmin starts singing, his voice even and strong.

It almost bothers you, how controlled his voice is, and so you run your hand from his inner thigh to his crotch. He isn’t fully hard yet, and you’re sure he’s trying to bring all his focus on the right notes and words.

You’re gonna have to help him, then.

You kiss along his tip, soft and slow. Open mouthed kisses, trailing from the head all the way to the base while you use your other hand to softly run your nails across his inner thigh.

You can feel his cock growing harder, warmer against your lips.

His voice is still too even for your liking.

You spit in your hand, licking the wetness around to make sure it’s fully wet–and it’s then you notice the singing has stopped. You look up questioningly.

“What is it?”

“That was so fucking hot,” he lets out. His eyes are clouded, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth.

“Don’t stop singing,” you order him instead, trying your best to ignore the way your walls flutter at his intense stare.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckles, nodding slowly before he tries to remember what part of the song he got to. He can’t really recall, having been too turned on by your actions so he simply starts again from the beginning.

You spit in your hand one more time, Seungmin shutting his eyes tightly at the sight, before you start stroking his cock. You keep going until he’s fully hard, when he starts singing what you think is the chorus–and then you take him in your mouth.

You push him inside your throat until you start choking slightly and then you hollow out your cheeks. You start bobbing your head right away, up and down as fast as you can take it without gagging.

The singing stops again.

You look up at him, blinking a few tears away, waiting for him to keep singing.

He doesn’t.

Instead he brings his thumb to the corner of your eye, wiping the wetness away and moaning.

“Your mouth is so warm,” he sighs, as if in a dream. “You take my cock so good, bubs.”

You pull away. Seungmin brings a hand to the back of your head, trying to push you back down but you push his wrist away.

“That’s not the deal, puppy,” you remind him, “I stop when you stop.”

“I can’t focus on the song when you gag like that,” he whines.

You push up on your knees to kiss him softly on the lips. “Try.”

He groans in response, lulling his head from one side to the other before he opens his eyes with a new found determination in them.

“Alright,” he says, “let’s go.”

Seungmin is known for his dutifulness, is known for his strong mind and level-headedness. You can’t ignore just how wet it makes you to know you have the power to make him lose his focus, but you can’t think about that too much. If you do, you won’t care about helping him anymore and you’d start begging him to fuck you.

No, you can’t do that. You both need to focus on his stamina right now.

You wait for Seungmin to sing again, starting from the very beginning of the song one more time, before you let his dick slide all the way down your throat again.

You make sure to breathe through your nose, swallowing around him every few seconds.

Once you start moving slowly, making sure to tuck your teeth behind your lips as much as you can, you see his stomach clenching tightly as he keeps singing. He’s still hitting all the notes, you think, but he takes deeper breaths between each line.

He doesn’t sound as controlled anymore.

The knowledge of that spurs you on, and you start moving your tongue up and down against the underside of his cock. You can trace the vein there with your tongue, can feel it pulsing heavily inside your mouth.

You move your head up and down, as fast as you can possibly go, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly.

Seungmin’s panting above you, his fingers buried in your hair as he pushes you further down his cock. He’s still singing, but only barely, and at this point you aren’t too sure if you care anymore.

You feel spit sliding down the corner of your mouth and you try to suck it all back in, but it’s too late. It’s messy, dribbling all the way down your chin and onto Seungmin’s smooth thigh. You don’t care about the mess, either.

You barely care about the aching wetness between your legs, too busy with the salty taste hitting the back of your throat in small intervals with each time Seungmin messes up and moans mid-note.

You hear him repeating the same line three times, trying to get the notes just right but failing as you gag around his tip after a particularly deep thrust from his part.

You aren’t sure when he started fucking into your mouth but you let him, relaxing your jaw as much as you can and breathing deeply every time his cock hits your throat like that.

He brings his other hand, the one that isn’t pushing and pulling your hair, around your throat.

He doesn’t apply any pressure, but you know he’s trying to feel just how deep he is inside you–and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

You aren’t sure when he started moving and how you didn’t notice, but he buries his hand in your underwear, moaning at your wetness.

“Look how wet you get when I fuck your mouth,” he moans deeply, “bet you actually did make this up just so you could suck my dick.”

You can’t answer him, but you try your best to nod as he pushes his cock in and out of your mouth. It isn’t even true, you did actually want to help, but when Seungmin uses that tone with you you’d agree with anything he says.

“My little baby loves sucking cock so much,” he chuckles at you, sliding two fingers inside you with ease, “gonna get me addicted to your mouth like this.”

You moan, your throat closing in around his dick as you feel the vibrations from your vocal cords around Seungmin’s hand. He grabs your chin, pulling it down further as he pulls your bottom lip down.

“Gonna cum down your throat, yeah?” He asks, just to make sure you can take it–and your wide eyes tell him there’s nothing more you want in that moment.

He slumps back into the couch, both hands on each of your cheeks to keep you in place as he starts fully fucking into your mouth–shameless as he lets his moans spill out into the air.

You aren’t sure what was prettier, this or his singing, but you want to hear either and both for the rest of your life.

You grab onto his knees for some sort of support as his thrusts move quickly and ungracefully–until he’s grabbing onto your hair and spilling inside your mouth.

You welcome the salty taste happily, letting your tongue touch the roof of your mouth as the bitterness takes over your senses. Before you can swallow, Seungmin grabs your chin and opens your mouth.

“Let me see, bubs,” he pants, chest heaving in the aftermath of his orgasm, “show me how dirty I made you.”

You stick your tongue out, trying your best to keep his cum on it and not let it spill, but Seungmin clearly has other plans.

He presses his finger into your tongue, watching as the thick whiteness coating your tongue slips down your lips and onto your chest.

“So fucking dirty,” he mumbles, gathering the cum that hasn’t spilled and pushing it back into your mouth.

As if in a trance, he pushes it in deeper, gathering everything with his fingers before nodding at you slightly–silently telling you to swallow it now. When you stick your tongue back out there’s nothing but spit around your mouth, and Seungmin pushes your chin down to let it spill onto your shirt, too.

“Did it help?” You ask after a few moments, the spaced out look in Seungmin’s eyes still very much present. You can’t ignore just how rough your voice sounds, and it sends another wave of arousal into your pussy.

“Did what help?” He blinks at you.

“The stamina,” your voice is almost gone, “did fucking my face help your stamina?”

Seungmin chuckles, leaning back into the couch and pulling you with him. You ignore the slight ache in your knees–you’re gonna have to treat some rug burns later–and joining him on the couch as he pulls you into his arms.

“I think so,” he sighs, wiping your chin with the back of his hand, “but now I know for a fact every time I sing that song I’m gonna want to fuck your face again.”

You suppress the moan building up in your chest. “Maybe this time you should take me on tour, then.”

“So I can fuck your face every night?” He challenges, eyebrows high on his face.

You nod quickly.

“You got a fucking deal, bubs,” he laughs, leaning his head back on the pillows and letting out the most content sigh you’ve heard from him all week.

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rafeandonlyrafe · 2 months

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when in rome

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warnings: 18+ only!, smut!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, female receiving oral, mentions of a blowjob, plane sex, mile high club woohoo!, cheating, not a happy ending!, angst

“hello.” you smile at the handsome man as the flight attendant guides him to his seat, and you’re glad its next to yours.

“hey.” he smiles right back and you swear you fall in love at that moment. “i’m rafe.”

“y/n.” you can feel your face flush, and you pray that its a cute blush rather than a full red face.

“nice to meet you.” he adjusts how he's sitting. you figure that due to his height it must be uncomfortable to fly, even if he is flying business class. “gonna get to know each other real well, huh?”

“yeah, seems like it.” you giggle. you find yourself going from dreading the 8 hour nonstop flight to looking forward to it as you fall into easy conversation with rafe.

“so, what are your plans in italy?” he asks you.

“ah, vacation mostly. i have some distant family i’m going to visit but its really just a fun trip for me. what about yourself?” “business.” rafe sighs. you should have been able to guess by his outfit, everything about him reads business man, even though he’s clearly on the younger side, you guess not much older than yourself.

“you’ll get some time to see a bit of the sights at least, right?” you ask hopefully.

“i will definitely find time if you’re the one showing them to me.” rafe smirks at you, making the flirtation clear, giving you the go ahead to bat your eyelashes right back at him.

“this-” you gasp. “this isn’t what i had in mind when you said show you the sights. thought you meant like the trevi fountain or-” your mind is completely blank of other attractions to see in rome, despite that being your whole reason for visiting. you’re far too overwhelmed with rafe between your thighs.

“mmm, this sight is all i wanna see.” he leans forward to press a kiss to your clit before darting his tongue out and flicking over it, movements still teasingly light like they have been for the past ten minutes.

“feels so good.” you moan. even with keeping his movements so gentle, its still evident rafe has a talented mouth.

he finally leans in fully, lips wrapping around your clit as he sucks the sensitive flesh into his mouth. your hands reach for his hair, grabbing onto the dirty blond strands.

you try to keep your moans quiet as rafe eats you out, you really do, for the sake of the people staying in the hotel rooms next to yours, but you simply can’t help when you moan out, his sucking forcing it out of you.

“can’t wait to get inside this cute little hole.” rafe smirks, tongue moving down to your entrance, finally showing it some appreciation. he laps over your cunt, unashamed to slurp and swallow your juices, shocked how wet you are (although he shouldn’t be after teasing you for so long).

“i can’t wait to feel your dick.” you moan, hands tightening on his hair but rafe doesn’t complain as you push his face forward, finally conceding and sticking his tongue into your entrance, feeling your gummy walls against the muscle as he begins to thrust it in and out.

rafe continues for as long as he possibly can, even grinds into the bed slightly to hold off from how badly he needs to give his dick attention, but he can’t take it anymore.

you are completely naked while rafe is still fully dressed, now kneeling between your legs. he works on the buttons of his shirt first before tossing it away, undoing his belt buckle while keeping his eyes locked with yours until he’s able to slide it out of the loops, also joining his shirt somewhere on the floor.

he’s built for a businessman, muscles gleaming in the low light as he works his pants and underwear off next until his hard cock is revealed, standing upright away from his body with pride.

“wanna suck you.” you begin to sit up, but rafe pushes your waist gently back down against the bed.

“you can suck me off after showing me the trevi fountain tomorrow. need to get inside you.”

“tomorrow?” you smile. you weren’t sure when you called his number after exchanging them on the plane if he would even pick up, let alone find time to come and see you while in rome. “aren’t you busy?” “don’t care what my boss says.” rafe simply shrugs. “not if it means getting more time with you.”

its strangely romantic for someone who is basically a complete stranger to say, but the thought is quickly swept out of your head when rafe drapes himself over your body, his cock rubbing through your slick folds.

“condom.” you suddenly realize, eyes widening.

“shit, i don’t have one.” rafe groans, still rubbing his cock against you. “please, baby.” “i-i guess its fine.” you’re on the pill, but you only met rafe a few days ago, and unprotected sex would be completely out of the question if you weren’t so desperate for him to plunge his dick inside of you.

“thank you, baby.” rafe says, the nickname rolling like butter off his tongue, making your eyes flutter closed.

he reaches down with one hand, lining his cock up with your entrance before sinking in, both voices joining in a chorus as you moan out.

“fuck, you’re so tight. feels so good.” rafe praises you, his hand reaching to grip your tit in is large hand, encompassing so much of your chest.

“mmm, slow.” you flinch slightly, still adjusting to how big he feels inside of you, stretching at your walls. “slow at first please.”

rafe nods, hips barely moving as he rocks in and out, dropping himself lower to press a kiss to your lips, quickly turning into a makeout session until rafe just can’t keep the slow pace anymore.

“you’re good.” you tell rafe, who has been slowly increasing his tempo since you started kissing.

“thank god.” he moans, hips going from soft swings to instant heavy pounding, thrusting wildly up into you. you let out an involuntary squeal as you reach up above your head, gripping the headboard as rafe repositions himself slightly, now kneeling with your hips held firmly in his big hands, holding you up so he gets the perfect angle to hammer inside of you.

you moan as you feel your high building, never having been able to from just penetration before, but rafe is hitting a spot inside of you that you swear no man has ever touched before, and when you feel him release inside of you, your own orgasm forces itself out too with a scream.

“i mean what are the chances we have the same flight back.” you laugh. you’re not sat next to each other like before, but you do plan on asking to move seats so rafe can keep you preoccupied again.

“i know.” he smirks, leaning forward to press a kiss to the edge of your mouth. “can’t wait to fuck you in the bathroom.”

you roll your eyes at him at the moment, but you do let him take you into the bathroom when the lights dim for everyone else to sleep, easily enticed by his blue eyes.

“gotta be quiet for real now baby.” rafe says, having somehow maneuvered both of your clothes off in the small room.

his hips are thrusting up into yours, his palm covering your mouth, seeing by the gloss in your eyes that you’re already too far gone to hold your noises back. thankfully, your hands are still able to grip the edge of the sink to keep yourself steady.

“can’t be like in the hotel room.” he smirks. you eventually got a noise complaint on your fourth night there, but the hotel associate simply asked you to keep it down before retreating, probably intimidated by the fact that rafe still had very little on when answering the door.

“wanna kiss you so bad, gotta promise me you won’t moan the second i take my hand away.” rafe says, looking into your eyes.

you nod, batting your eyelashes at him in a way that has him instantly conceding, hand dropping away from your mouth, quickly being replaced by his own lips, still not trusting you fully, especially when he uses his newly freed hand to reach between your bodies and rub your clit.

rafe manages to dampen your moans that flow into his mouth as he pumps up faster, still without a condom, having never gotten around to buying them between working and trying to spend every spare moment inside of you, only agreeing to see the sights so your bodies could both recover before fucking again.

“close.” you whimper. rafe smiles, hes learned your body so well in such a short period of time, he was able to tell just from the way your cunt began to pulsate around his cock that your high was almost upon you.

rafe moves faster, the sink squeaking slightly until your body tenses briefly before turning into a tremble, clit pulsing under his finger as rafe lets out a low moan, lodging himself as deep within you as he can before cumming.

you feel blissed out, elated for the rest of the flight, even managing to catch some sleep while leaning against rafes shoulder. you don’t even think about what is going to happen after you land back in america, how you are going somewhere different than where rafe is.

you walk out of the plane right behind him, expecting him to turn and take your hand like he did when walking around rome, or to turn around ask you if you’d like to chat and have some coffee, maybe even kiss you and pull you into a random secluded lounge.

but he does none of those things, simply keeps on walking. you follow him, tears starting to swell in your eyes.

they fall when a girl runs up to him, her long blond waves flowing as she jumps into his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips that rafe instantly accepts like he hasn’t been kissing you for the past week.

“i’ve missed you so much, rafey!” she squeals. you’re not sure if its her words or the high pitch of her voice that causes you to stagger back.

rafe still doesn’t look back as he walks away, doesn’t turn to see you fall to your knees, doesn’t witness the way sobs rack your body.

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hwangswhore · 6 months

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•B A C K S T A G E•

pairing: hyunjin x f!reader

genre: smut (mdni‼️)

desc: after not seeing you for months due to touring, hyunjin finally gets to have his way with you when you show up to the final show in seoul.

content: established relationship, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected piv (pls be safe), dirty talking, pet names, risky public sex, idk I think that’s it ?

auth. note: requested by my friend ;) enjoy !

Hyunjin was frustrated.

Sexually frustrated.

It was his first tour since you two started dating, so he knew it would be difficult, but he wasn’t prepared for how much he craved your presence. Hyunjin has always been an introvert, always comfortable being in his own presence. However, since being away from you, he has been nothing but a lonely mess.

He’s never really had anything to miss so much before. Sure, he has his family, and he does miss them, but it’s just different. He has Kkami, but Kkami doesn’t miss him back so it’s pretty one sided.

He doesn’t really have many close friends outside of the band members and staff. Not because he doesn’t want to, but it just never really happened. Since debuting, he never really went out of his way to go meet new people. He doesn’t really trust many people, anyways.

But then he met you.

It was painfully organic, like something out of those romance films he spent way too many hours watching. He had some time off due to some minor injuries he sustained in a car accident. The company made him stay home so he could rest.

But Hyunjin didn’t want to rest. He wanted to spend this time doing something he enjoyed. So he painted a few pieces, caught up on his favorite dramas, and even learned how to make his own iced americanos from home.

That fateful evening, he chose to spend his day at an art museum. he was touring the exhibits, admiring the artwork, when he heard a subtle gasp next to him. Turning his head in your direction, he saw you standing there, mouth agape, staring at the painting ahead of you.

He saw your eyes quickly fill with tears as you raised your phone up to take a phone of the painting. He debated interrupting your moment as you were clearly emotionally affected by this piece, but he was also painfully curious as to the story behind your reaction.

So he did something so out of character; he started a conversation with you.

You explained to him the reason behind your connection to that piece, and the two of you ended up touring the rest of the exhibit afterwards. He would have felt uneasy, fearing you were a stalker trying to get his attention, but he quickly learned that you had just moved to Korea for your job, which solidified the safe feeling he felt around you.

And he’s felt that same safeness ever since.

You two have been officially together now for 8 months, and maybe it’s just the honeymoon phase, but Hyunjin isn’t a believer in that. He believes when you’re in love, you stay in love forever. Which is why he’s certain he will never grow tired of you.

What he is tired of, in this particular moment, is how needy he feels all the time.

It isn’t something he’s used to. Hyunjin has gotten used to being alone for years, taking care of himself when he’s horny, not having anyone’s face in mind when he touches himself, just fully focused on his pleasure.

But that isn’t the case anymore. The only thing that gets him worked up is the thought of you. He can’t cum unless he imagines your face. He feels so empty afterwards without you to snuggle with. He craves you every second.

And this second is no different.

Hyunjin is currently performing the last show in Seoul. He knew you’d be here tonight, you always come to the shows they play in Korea. He was so excited to see you again, it had been too long since he last held you.

However, that was the last thing on his mind right now as he looked at you in the front row of the crowd. You smiled up at him and sent him a heart. He has to resist the urge to send one back to you, too afraid of exposing your relationship. But he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You wore his favorite top, the one that hugs your cute tits so well, as well as that cute skirt he likes to fuck you in. Oh, you definitely knew what you were doing.

And Hyunjin would give you exactly what you were asking for.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

You’re currently pinned against a dressing room wall with your hands pinned behind your back, exactly how you planned it.

When all you did was moan in response, Hyunjin slapped your ass and brought his lips to your ear, whispering, “oh, you wanna be quiet now? wanna act like you didn’t wear this just to get me riled up?” He roughly grabs your top and pulls it off of you before one hand starts grabbing at your tits. “Well you’re gonna get exactly what you asked for.” He doesn’t bother taking your skirt off, just lifts it up to find you wearing those crotchless panties he loves so much.

The sound he let out was almost animalistic, his fingers immediately plunging into your hole that was already so wet for him. You moaned loudly, not caring who could hear, as you tried to wiggle one of your hands out of the grip he had on your wrist. He complied, letting you free so you could raise a hand up and run it through his hair. Hyunjin was a sucker for scalp messages, his eyes fluttering shut at the sensation while he continued to finger you.

“Missed you so much baby…”he says in between kisses to your neck. “Did you miss me too?” You nodded fervently, trying to fuck yourself back into his fingers while your lips searched for his. The two of you made out sloppily for a while before he pulled away and removed his fingers

You wiggled your hips desperately which made him giggle. You smiled. Even when he was trying to be hard and dominate, his sweet personality always came through. Your sweet boy was always there.

“Gonna let everyone hear how much you missed me angel?” Without time to answer, he thrusted his cock inside you all in one go. Your hands gripped the walls as you tried with every ounce of strength you had to keep quiet, letting out breathy moans here and there.

Hyunjin, however, was proudly letting everyone hear how much he missed his baby, letting out the most ethereal moans and grunts the human ear could ever hear. He set a perfect pace, angling his hips upward to hit your spot perfectly.

You couldn’t take it anymore, writhing and whining as he fucked you so perfectly, hitting your spot with precision and strength. You moaned out his name, trying to warn him you were close. He put his mouth right up to your ear, whispering. “Yeah? Gonna make a mess for the staff to clean up? Gonna let everyone know what we did in here? So filthy…” he spat, making you clench impossible tight on his length, making his rhythm falter from pleasure.

With one last long, drawn out whine of his name, you came all over his length, your cum dripping down his balls and on to the floor. He hissed at the sight and sensation, working you through your orgasm before pulling out.

“Knees, now.” He snapped his fingers towards the ground, which you were immediately knelt on. He brought his tip to your mouth. “Suck.” You obeyed, sucking his mushroom tip while he stroked the rest of his length in his hand. “Fucking cumming…fuck..fuuuuuuck.” With a deep, drawn out groan of profanities, he shot his thick warm load into your mouth, which you happily took all of before swallowing.

He brought a hand to your cheek and held your face while looking down at you with hooded eyes and staggered breaths. “So good…I love you so fucking much. Come here.” He pulled you up and immediately brought you in for a sweet kiss, moaning at the taste of both of your arousals.

After getting cleaned up and dressed, you both stepped out of the dressing room, hair and absolute wreck and faces flushed from your post orgasm glow. It was obvious to everyone what you two just did, and quite frankly, you were too spent to care.

Walking down the hall, you passed by Lee Know, who gave you both a clearly sarcastic smile, saying “Hey! Try being louder next time!” Before switching to a blank expression and walking past you. Hyunjin chuckled, before turning to you with a tired, sweet smile.

“So..dinner?”

🖤��

#hwang hyujin imagines #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin smut #hyunjinsmut #skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjins #skzsmut #kpop smut #kpop #established relationship

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arlestial · 7 months

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hello hello! i'm really fan of your work and i'ld like to know if you could make rin boyfriend headcanons please? thanks in advance! :) bisous de france and don't forget to take care of yourself <3!!

❝He looks up grinning like a devil❞

synopsis : Rin Itoshi thought he wasn’t ready for love, ever. Until he met you. And now; his heart isn’t really his anymore.

pairing : Itoshi Rin x genderneutral!reader •— Blue Lock

tw : none, just some fluff, some suggestive mentions - (just some kisses) but nothing really developed nor important here (kind of enemies to lovers at first, tho)

word count : 1850~ words

author-note : it’s been 8 months guys, and I’m deeply sorry for this - clearly not intentional - hiatus ! I’ve been busy with my studies and my mental health but it’s all better now <3 I’m going to answer to the few requests I have in my ask box as soon as I can. It’s longer than what I excepted 😭.. Thanks for your request, hope you like it anyway. Gros bisous à toi, et passe une super bonne journée ! (N’oublie pas de te reposer surtout)💗 take care of yourself ♡

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. Constantly putting a facade between him and other people. Maybe it was a shield, not to be hurt again. Maybe it was a weapon, not to be approached again. He was lonely. And he knew it very well, deep inside of his slewed heart. But wasn't solitude better than suffering? So he sticked around his old mentra. He had other things to attend to, to think of.

RIN ITOSHI despised you. No- he hated you, with all his guts. You were so annoying; always talking to his teammates, laughing with them as you brought water bottles so they could drink. Could you just do your job without talking for once ? When Ego announced you were going to replace Anri for a few weeks, because she was severely ill, he swore he was going to jump out of the window. It could’ve been anyone else - but no, Ego chose you, you out of all the qualified, useful, and actually smart people out there who wanted the job. Why ? He wasn’t the type to complain, he couldn’t care less, but just seeing you on the field made him feel a boiling anger deep in his stomach, and you felt it the first time you laid your eyes upon him.

"You got a staring problem, perhaps ?", you asked, raising an eyebrow at his staring. He looked so fucking irritating, his cold and condescending gaze fixed on you. Your tone betrayed your harsh thoughts.

"No. Just wondering why you look so boring and annoying even though I’ve never talked to you.", he answered, with a mocking tone - still, his face remained neutral, judgmental even. You scoffed.

"The feeling’s mutual."

Since that day, you two argued with each other constantly. His teammates never seemed to understand why; and Rin was too busy thinking about what comebacks he could said to your petty insults to actually explain them why you were so.. frustrating. He couldn’t understand it either. But seeing your shocked face, your scoffs and your protests, your upset behavior tainted by a sharp words just brought something new in him, something he couldn’t explain with proper words. Joy maybe ? It was fun to tease you. And it was also easy, too.

RIN ITOSHI, in all honesty, took a liking in this little game. He wouldn’t admit it, though. So, when the day came when you stopped answering his bittersweet notes and decided to ignore him, he felt strange. Weird. Why ? Wasn’t it the whole point ? Bore you until you stop to annoy him ? Why was he missing your plain, insignificant comebacks ? Your rude attitude towards him ? And now he was jealous. Jealous to see that his fellow teammates had all your attention. He wanted your attention all to himself. Because what Rin Itoshi wants, Rin Itoshi gets. And there was no way you were going to ignore him longer. He couldn’t bear it.

RIN ITOSHI decided - by his own chef - that it was enough. You were surprised, to say the least, to see Rin in front of you, completely silent, looking at you dead in the eye. You frowned, taking a step back. (Definitely not scared because he was creepy)

"Okay… I don’t think that staring is your only problem, I guess.. Can you-"

"Can you shut up, for once ? I need you for something.", he cut you before you could even finish, and you rolled your eyes. So ignoring him didn’t solve the whole thing.

"So now, you need help ?", you added, amused, "I thought you were a big boy that didn’t need the help of a "unqualified, dumb, assistant","

"I’ve changed my mind. Do you want to be the one to blame if we lose the next game ?"

You weren’t paid enough for this job. So you just sighed, accepting your defeat and your fate. Without further discussion, he dragged you to the gym. And that’s when the whole, well, quite unusual tradition took place at first.

RIN ITOSHI apologized. For his rude behavior, for his sharp words, while he was training in the gym - as you were watching his progression, of course. Every day, you were at the same hour at this exact spot in the gym, talking to Rin as he was training his already sculpted body. He was still teasing you, but this deep boiling anger in his stomach became, day by day, more.. pleasant. Until the day Isagi walked in, interrupting your little chat, and winked at him, murmuring in his ear to "make a move". That’s when he connected the dots. He had feelings for you.

Confessing his feelings was hard. Especially since Anri came back. You were supposed to leave in a few days, and Rin couldn’t help but feel the sting in his heart. Was he going to see you again ? He couldn’t let you go just like that. Not after what you’ve did to him. So the last day, after you had greeted all his teammates, you walked out the door of the Blue Lock’s building, a sigh leaving your lips. He wasn’t there. How foolish to think that maybe, your feelings were reciprocated. You walked away, until something - no, someone, grabbed your wrist. It was Rin. You turned to face him, surprised. You opened your mouth to say something-

"I like you. A lot. Fuck- No. I love you. Don’t go just yet. Please."

And how could you refuse this confession ? (You can’t anyway.)

RIN ITOSHI and you started dating after that. He was a little stiff at the beginning; the man wasn’t used to be loved nor taken care of. So you taught him. Light touches here and there; Rin was a quiet, shy, yet attentive lover. He wasn’t too fond of PDA : first, he didn’t want to include you in paparazzi issues, and second, he wasn’t completely comfortable in public in general. He would put his hand on the small of your back in a crowded street to show you the way, lock your pinkies together all the time, probably press a kiss on your hairline; but that’s all he would do in public.

"This way, love. Careful, we don’t want you to get lost, do we ?"

RIN ITOSHI, in private, is a touch-starved, self-deprived boy who needs your whole attention and affection. Please, cuddle him. Let him be the little spoon, and he would absolutely melt. He’s putty in your hands as soon as you reach for him. Lay down on the couch, with him resting on your chest, your heartbeat lulling him to sleep as you fingers play gently with his hair, softly scratching his scalp just like he likes it. If you stop, he will wake-up in no time; glaring at you with a slight pout on his lips.

"I didn’t know I asked you to stop."

"My hand hurts, Rin."

"Bold of you to assume that I care."

"Please ? Just for 5 minutes.", he added in a whisper after some seconds, practically begging for your touch. His sudden change of attitude caused you to chuckle.

RIN ITOSHI absolutely dies for your kisses. He lives for them, okay ? Your plush lips pressed against his, with you sitting on his lap as his hands traveled to the back of your thighs, holding you in place. One arm around his neck, the other hand supporting yourself by grabbing his shoulder, he swears he could spent hours just making out with you. His tongue buried down your throat, bodies grinding and pressed against each other’s as you both let your eager lips devour your love.

RIN ITOSHI who kisses your insecurities away (literally). He knows exactly what it feels like to have insecurities and to be misunderstood about them, so don’t worry (he’s definitely an overthinker too.) You’re not going to be insecure on his watch. He would reassure you all the time, taking his precious time whispering sweet nothings in your ear, hyping you up. He wants you to be the most comfortable possible around him. Communication is the main key in your relationship. He took some time to finally let down his walls, so he intends you to do the same : without any pressure, of course. You can trust him, he can trust you. You both rely on each other’s back, and you can always count on him for anything. He’s not a man of many words, but for you, he would make an effort.

"Shh, darling. Come on, look at me, please,", he gently tilted your chin up for you to look at him, "dry those tears, my love. I’ve never met someone as strong, as beautiful and as courageous as you. If only you could see yourself with my eyes.. Don’t listen to them. They’re just jealous of you. Honestly, they should be jealous of me. After all, what did I do to deserve an angel like you ?"

RIN ITOSHI was an actor. Always playing the rude, cold guy. The emotionless, indifferent man who was in fact a broken little boy inside. He was a huge liar. And perhaps you could heal the broken inner-child that still suffer in silence today. But with certainty, with you, behind closed doors, maybe- maybe, for you, he could grow into a whole different person.

"I think that.. I think that I like the person I am when I’m with you. Does it make sense ? Yeah. You bring a side of me that I don’t want to let go. I think it’s a soulmate thing, don’t you think so ?"

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #blue lock rin #blue lock rin itoshi #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk rin #bllk rin itoshi #rin itoshi #rin #rin x yn #rin x y/n #rin itoshi x you #rin itoshi x reader #blue lock x gn reader #gn reader

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xjustakay · 8 months

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(8/31) prompt: takeout — 1,217 words (jealous james ft. slightly meddling wolfstar) @jegulus-microfic

The second Regulus is through the front door of the flat he shares with Sirius and James, his brother is bolting up from the couch to come toward him.

“Thank Christ, that took fucking ages,” Sirius complains, automatically taking one of the bags looped around Regulus’ fingers.

“You insisted on the Italian place, you know they’re always busy,” Regulus remarks, eyes rolling.

He follows Sirius into the kitchen, nodding at Remus on the couch in greeting as he passes. James is at the sink finishing off a few dishes and when he turns around, he immediately smiles widely.

“Oh, you’re home.”

Stopping to pick up dinner on the way home from work isn’t unusual for him, especially on nights they’ve all got typical plans. Of course, Regulus has other plans tonight, but that’s beside the point.

Still, he nods once at James, a tight smile on his face that doesn’t match the brightness shone to him. Sirius is already rifling through the bag he took, pulling out containers of their takeout and spreading them on the small kitchen table. Regulus sets the other bag down and looks toward the neon clock on the oven, pursing his lips.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” He says snidely to his brother. “I’m running late now.”

Sirius shrugs, clearly unbothered, even as Regulus huffs irritably. Continuing to shuffle through the food, Sirius collects his and Remus’ meals, stacking containers precariously to take back to the living room.

“Late for what?” James asks.

“He’s skipping movie night ‘cause he’s got a date,” Sirius answers for him on his way out of the kitchen.

Regulus resists the urge to swat the small tower of takeout containers out of his brother’s arms. It’s not that he was keeping this date a secret exactly, but he might have liked to share that information himself, for fuck’s sake. Regulus stares with narrowed eyes at the kitchen doorway for a long moment until James is shifting his attention back to him.

“A date? You’re—” He cuts off when Regulus pointedly arches one brow at him. “You’ve got a date.”

It’s not a question anymore in its finality. James’ tone has gone flat, almost unimpressed, and Regulus can’t figure out why.

“Yes, I do,” He confirms.

These last few months since Regulus left home and moved in with Sirius and his best friend have been an adjustment. In that adjusting, though, he and James have gotten strangely closer, developed some sort of friendship of their own. He’s always kept James a little at arms length, considering he’s Sirius’ best friend, first and foremost. Whatever childhood crush had ignited years ago has long-since been snuffed out.

Or so he continues to try convincing himself.

Because of his new, growing closeness with James, Regulus has come to learn some of his tells. The way he bounces on the balls of his feet when he physically can’t contain his enthusiasm. The way he ruffles his hands through his messy hair more when he’s nervous about something.

Or, like now, how his teeth snap together, jaw rolling and his hands clenching, because James is irritated.

“Is there a problem?” Regulus questions.

“No, of course not. Why would there be a problem? You’ve got a date. You’re dating.” James says the word like it’s left an unpleasant taste in his mouth. “That’s— Well, that’s just awesome, isn’t it?”

Grey eyes narrow at him, arms lifting from Regulus’ sides to fold loosely over his chest. “Right.”

“Is it someone I know?” James steps nearer to him, Regulus watching him closely.

“One of Remus’ coworkers. He set us up.”

James’ jaw goes slack as he huffs a dry laugh. He glowers past Regulus in the direction of the living room, his head shaking slowly.

“Fucking Moony,” James mutters beneath his breath.

“I don’t see what the problem is,” Regulus notes.

“I already said there’s not a problem.”

“You’re certainly acting like there is.”

“Maybe I’m just upset you’re skipping out on movie night.” It’s clear the moment that James has said it that even he realizes what a weak excuse that is.

Regulus continues to stare at him in silent disbelief until finally James scoffs, caving.

“Moony knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“What does that even fucking mean?” Regulus implores.

“He probably thinks he’s being some twisted sort of helpful, the bastard.”

Regulus is impossibly more confused now, his own annoyance growing from his impatience. “I don’t have time for whatever this is.”

“Right, because you’ve got a date.” James’ lip curls in distaste, once again entirely unshy in his dislike for having to use the word in this context.

“So what?” Regulus snaps.

He tilts his chin up, keeping eye contact and standing his ground when James takes another step nearer to him.

“So, maybe I don’t want you to go.” James tosses his arms out widely in semblance of a shrug, hazel eyes blazing. “Happy?”

Regulus scowls, on the defense now. “No, you don’t get to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Act like I’m being annoying when you’re the one throwing a fit over me going out with someone. You’re not my b—”

James cocks his head to the side, squinting behind his glasses when Regulus cuts himself off. There’s a long pause between them; tension in the air suffocating as Regulus tries to take a deep breath. Before he can go on, though, James is shuffling even closer, directly in front of him, only inches between them now.

“And if I want to be?” James challenges, knowing exactly what he was going to say.

Which… Well. That’s just. Not the reaction Regulus was expecting at all.

Sure, they’ve gotten closer. He dares to think they’ve even grown affectionate toward each other in some regards, but this? What James is suggesting? Regulus has never even let himself consider it, the time of daydreams about James Potter long behind him.

“What?” It comes out sounding smaller than Regulus would like, the fight drained out of his voice as he looks at James with wide eyes.

“You heard me, love.” James settles a hand at Regulus’ side and he nearly flinches in surprise.

Ultimately it’s Sirius that causes Regulus to startle visibly instead, when his voice carries from the living room: “Are you two done having your little lover’s quarrel yet?

“We’d like to start the movie,” Remus adds.

Regulus takes a large step back from James, who clears his throat awkwardly and lifts a hand to ruffle back through his hair familiarly.

“I, um.” Regulus feels heat color his cheeks as he glances at the remaining takeout containers on the table, a crease in his brow. “Maybe I can… skip the date.”

“Yeah?” God, James sounds so fucking hopeful. It’s just as apparent when Regulus looks back at him again; the brightness of his eyes, the lift of his brows, the subtle smile that twitches at the edges of his mouth.

There’s definitely much more conversation to be had, things to figure out between them now that this is out in the open. Still, Regulus presses his lips together, avoiding a stupid smile of his own, and snatches a container of food from the table.

He half-turns away from where James is fully beaming at him now when he says, “It’s movie night, after all.”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #jealous james my beloved #did this need to be this long? no but here we are #also did every prompt this month now :’)#loving them always #kay’s microfics #kay’s writing

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cosmic-ghost-hermit · 2 months

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Hey there friends! This reading is meant to be shadow work. The demon represents your shadow self or the parts of you that are rejected by you or others. The angel represents your higher self and the advice they have to integrates that shadow more. Please take what resonates and leave all that doesn't behind. Please be open to new perspectives, especially for this reading. Thank you so much for filling my ask-box btw i will do my best to make sure everyone gets their questions answered.

PILE 1

Crystal: Obsidian Chunk

Astrology: Aries ♈️, Capricorn ♑️, Sagittarius ♐️, Cancer ♋️

😈Demon/Shadow-Self: Bael (Emperor)

The demon on your shoulder makes you extremely powerful and capable of controlling of both yourself and others. It also make you a very hard worker and talented at multitasking. Hard work is important sometimes but it seems you overwork yourself a lot. That usually ends in loneliness and resentment. Even though it makes you a very reliable person to be around I see people abuse your skill to work hard. In the past people have use it as a time to slack off. Which has caused your shadow self to build tall walls around you. That is a lonely experience, my friend. This shadow reminds me of Tiana from Princess and the Frog. She works so hard and has no play.

✍️You: Ace of Wands

Your demon and angel work very well together. Your shadow self might need some attention from you and some trust put into it. You shadow is very useful and powerful. I think you might belittle it’s feelings though. Remember you aren’t alone and making yourself alone isn’t going to feel good. You can rely on others. The people you can’t rely on do not deserve your power. You are bright as a sun and have the ability to conjure everything from nothing. That is truly special and needs to be respected.

😇Angel/Higher-Self: Nanael (10 of Wands)

Your angel sees your shadow very clearly and has just the remedy for it. Your higher self instructs you to become an instructor. Instead of using your extraordinary energy levels to do more work. Use it to teach others how to do what you do instead of doing it for them. If they are unwilling to learn then they are not worthy of your time or your extra energy. Use that extra power on what you want. Your desires are in your grasp. You just have to allow yourself to make time for yourself and let go of taking card of people who do not appreciate you.

❤️‍🔥🖤🩶📌🧮✂️🐧🦏🧨🪓🥊🍷☄️🥀🍄🪨🕸️🕷️🦊⛑️🧣🥽💄

PILE 2

Crystal: Moss Agate Tower

Astrology: Libra ♎️, Scorpio ♏️, Gemini ♊️, Aquarius ♒️

😈Demon/Shadow-Self: Beleth (Knight of Cups)

Your demon is such a seductive energy. I see you might be bisexual or pansexual. They have the capacity to be romantic but definitely know how to jump ship. Mayb at one point you were a hopeless romantic. Your shadow has learned well how to tell when not to put on your rose colored glasses. Unfortunately, your shadow is struggling with commitment because of this behavior. They are scared to let your heart be free to love. Free to be loved. Your demon makes you run at the sight of true endearments because in your previous experiences it wasn’t true endearment even when it looked like it. Don’t you see your demon mirrors those who hurt you! Being played doesn’t mean you should become a player.

🤲You: 8 of Swords

My dear friend, you are safe. You are safe to be loved. You are afraid but there is nothing to fear. You fear is based on the past but you live in the now. You have access to all the true love you could imagine! Please don’t run away from people who care about you. You deserve kindness. You deserve endearment. You deserve what you heart craves so badly! Please allow yourself to be vulnerable. It is safe.

😇Angel/Higher-Self: Umabel (Ace of Swords)

Your higher self advises you to start being vulnerable with your friends first. Test out the waters of vulnerability with those you trust but do not lend your body too. Don’t just tell them about your hurt, cry with them about it. Show emotions with your friends. You have so many people around you who adore you and want to help you. Allow them to be your shoulder to cry on.

💙💜🩷🧿🔮🎀🫐🍆🍧🌊🪻🌷🦋🦄🦩🪼👾👄🧢🌂👛🚹🚺💖⚧️

PILE 3

Crystal: Aura Howlite Tower

Astrology: Taurus ♉️, Leo ♌️, Virgo ♍️, Pisces ♓️

😈Demon/Shadow-Self: Gremory (Empress)

Your demon my friend is a femme-fatale through and through. Your shadow uses feminine charm to get everything it wants. I think your problem is actually deciding what it is you desire. Your demon has every capability to receive anything. You just don’t know what that is because ‘anything’ is a lot of options. So many options can be very overwhelming. There is so much to choose! It could all be yours.

👋You: Page of Wands

Your demon and angel makes you feel untouchable but kind of overwhelmed. Having so much power at your fingertips is intimidating to you. You might have a little bit of imposter syndrome and think you aren’t as capable as you truly are. I also see you might feel extremely complex because your feminine charm isn’t a huge part of who you truly are. I see you could be nonbinary. Remember your femininity is only a part of you and not the whole picture. You can be so much more than a pretty face with honey soaked words.

😇Angel/Higher-Self: Habuhiah (9 of Cups)

Your angel wants you to know you are doing so well. They tell me you have been criticized or harmed for literally only being exactly what you were asked to be. Your higher-self has no advice for you besides you are perfect as you are. All you need to do is keep being yourself. Keep existing authentically and don’t give too much to people who wish to harm you.

♠️🖤🗝️🎥💻♟️🎮🕶️🤍☠️👻🎹🎧💬🎲🏳️💛🍯🍋🌻✨💫⭐️💜🪻🔮🟣😈👾🌂🍆💟

Thank you so much again for supporting me!

-ghost 🤍🩵🖤

#tarot #tarot reading #astrology #pick a crystal #pick a pile #tarot pick a card #crystals #pick a card #obsidian #moss agate #howlite #shadow work #demons #angels #esoteric #spiritual awakening #spirituality #spiritualgrowth #tarot shadow work

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🚧 I’m carny, but feel free to call me WorldSewage, HOMERUN, World, Sewage, any other iteration of it, as long as I know you’re talking about me. This is a side account!

He/Him. I’m 19– January birthday, year of the rooster. I’m the guy who draws the bipedal salmonids.

I don’t believe DNIs work, but let it be known AI / transphobes / unsolicited critiques will be blocked. I abuse the block button, at times.

Some of my content WILL be suggestive. Please block #suggestive if you’re uncomfortable with this content!

AU content will be rolled out slowly, I am not a very fast artist, but my ask box will always remain open, so feel free to ask questions (chances are it will be answered! Albeit slowly!)

I love my mutuals, do not be afraid to talk to me! I can’t promise I’ll be super chatty, but I want it to be known that I love a good conversation. I don’t know how to convey this so often I wind up drawing your characters.

I work in the kitchen and get paid minimum wage and I love my job and life to bits, I am not a “professional” artist, but I work quite a bit, so my drawing time isn’t very long.

If you bastards open up a white board, @ me! I want to join! (Joking)

Homerun Au / ABOUT ME / extra art / info under the cut! 📌

My agents:

Alligator : 25 (she/her)

Saint : 14 (they/them)

Valentine : 20 (they/them)

July : 21 (they/them)

(Ages as of SPLATOON 3 ^ …)

My tags are formatted pretty clearly, but just in case.

Homerun au - pertains to all information / art that takes place in this au, my agents are all designed to fit into this au.

Most of my character tags are formatted like “Name ( thing they are )” — (examples: “saint (Neo 3) , fido (oc) , carny (sona) , valentine (agent 8) )

Carnying - off topic posts , I don’t usually vent publicly , but most of my rambling will probably be under this tag.

My art - is my art tag… I usually always tag the characters featured in my art.

⚠️ I draw on JSPAINT or on Procreate: I use primarily custom brushes.

⚠️ catch me on my Main account— @gatored , and for warrior cats content: @rendside

⚠️ I don’t know how I pick colors, I just do. I would like to make a tutorial some say, but I have no idea what I’m doing.

⚠️ art requests are ok! I’m willing to do art trades, but as of right now, I am unavailable:)

⚠️ I’m okay with fan art! Please just don’t be weird! I’m okay with oc interaction fanart? Ships are okay to an extent, please mind the ages of my characters, any inappropriate comments made towards characters who are children / depicted as children will be killed.

⚠️ feel free to tag me! I don’t mind!

⚠️ you are required to compare my art to various foods. (Joke. but I will smile big if you do this)

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🥩— I can’t promise I’ll update the below as of posting this (3/6/23) so please check out the “HOMERUN AU” tag for all information, but here are some quick links for those interested!

I know this au MAY seem a tad confusing, but I’m updating it as I go!

Homerun World Building: X — X

SQUIDSISTERS X — Evil Callie + “MUD” — 🐙Octavio

DEEPCUT: “Return of the Mammalians” (designs) (designs + small information) (bigman comic)

#saint (neo 3)#valentine (agent 8)#alligator (agent 4)#july (agent 3)#pinned #carny (sona)#when I was typing the tags for this #for some reason I wrote July’s name as Sicily #and I was like… that’s not right. why did I write that #then I saw a friend’s design was named sicily #and I was like ohhh…. the power of the subconscious mind…

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plutowrites · 3 months

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𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣'𝙨 𝘾𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪! (reworked)

important: I rewrote this fic (favorite Levi piece i’ve ever written) because I’ve been planning to do so for ages. I remember writing the original version in one night, and it was the most fun I’ve had writing a fic. I wanted to rewrite it because I knew it could be improved significantly, and in my humble opinion, this version is indeed a million times better! Just like the first time, I had so much fun working on this and making changes to improve the flow, fix typos, and include some extra fluff here and there. If you’ve read this before, I hope you can give it another try! mwahhh ♡

➸pairings: levi ackerman x (fem) reader

➸synopsis: the one where levi gets you as an assistant against his will and it turns out he needed you more than his company ever did

➸genre: enemies-ish (levi is just levi and y/n doesn’t get him yet) to friends to lovers, pining, modern au, fluff

➸contains: lots of sarcasm (Levi), profanity (again, Levi), mentions of food and eating. if there’s anything i missed pls let me know! Also completely sfw btw (as it usually is)

➸wordcount: 5.7k (updated word count)

➸(original) note: ok so I totally forgot Levi’s bday takes place on christmas so just ignore that fact, thank you :) i really hope you guys enjoy this one, i really enjoyed writing it. like a lot. as in this is my favourite piece i’ve ever written ♡

“Prior work experience?” Mr.Ackerman asks, his dark eyes scanning over you like you’re a puzzle he can’t be bothered to solve.

As the question hangs in the air, you find yourself shifting uneasily from one foot to the other. The impulse to talk with your hands, a habit when you’re feeling nervous, fights for release. You can sense mr. stone-face in front of you might not appreciate such animated conversation, or a one-person mime show so you resist the urge. “Well, let’s see,” you start, trying to recall your job history. “I was a sales associate at a retail store, a freelance writer for a few local magazines and websites, a long-term babysitter for three very naughty yet wonderful french children, oh and I briefly worked as a waitress— that was when I was eighteen but—”

The man interrupts you with a dry click of his tongue, his patience clearly wearing thin. “I mean, do you have any experience in this line of work?”

His question catches you off guard, prompting a frown. Isn’t he aware that every job has its messes? You’ve been part of the cleanup crew more times than you can count, and not to mention when you were a babysitter, you had to constantly tidy up after school aged children and the mess that always seems to follow them wherever they go. Whose fault is it that he’s not impressed by your eclectic job history?

Mr. Ackerman pinches the bridge of his nose, cutting through your thoughts, and exhales, “Can you f—cking clean?”

“Of course I can clean,” You snap back, your own patience fraying. “You hired me for this position, right? Besides, I’ve already passed the interview so why this interrogation now?”

Ugh. You were not expecting to get grilled at 8:30 in the morning today. Is this what the onboarding process at Mr. Ackerman’s Cleaning Services looks like?

He looks past you, probably wishing he could swap you with the agreeable plant behind you. “I didn’t hire you, Erwin did,” he clarifies, like that’s supposed to mean something to you. You watch him take a sip from his mug. The way he’s holding the cup intrigues you with his long, slender fingers barely clasping its rim yet he manages it with an effortless grace.

You remembered Erwin during your interview, the handsome blond man with broad shoulders and thick eyebrows. He was the one who asked the majority of the questions while his counterpart remained oddly quiet. Mr. Ackerman did, however, chime in near the end to pester you about how often you washed your hands. You fold your arms across your chest, defensively, “Had no idea you were against the idea of me.”

You remember when you got the position; a quick phone call with Erwin approximately 30 minutes after your interview, where he tells you that you had in fact gotten the job. You felt impressed with yourself. You knew it was the shorter, dark haired man that ran the business, and considering how indifferently he was behaving during the interview, you were already looking at new postings online when your phone rang. Getting the job was like passing a test you thought you had completely bombed.

“Don’t flatter yourself. I was against hiring at all; I don’t need an assistant.” His tone is dismissive, yet his physical state—a sling on his right arm and a fracture boot on his left foot—tells a story of necessity, not choice. You want to teasingly ask how the other guy looks but you bite your tongue instead.

Maybe he’ll share what happened to him over time but for now, you won’t pester him about it. Based on this interaction alone, you know asking him such a personal question is not the best route to go. Mr. Sunshine seems like the type of no-nonsense, stick-in-the-mud that doesn’t appreciate a little conversation to make the day’s work go by faster. Unluckily for him though, you were the opposite of that.

“Mr. Ackerman,” you call out his name uneasily, feeling a mix of dread and embarrassment. Your boss had left you alone to retrieve something and in that time he was gone, you had already made a huge mistake. As Levi comes back into the kitchen, you notice his focus is on trying to put on thick, black sterile gloves instead of your blunder.

“Just Levi,” he corrects you without turning to face you. You grow more nervous.

“Okay, Levi…” You draw out his name, hoping it might soften the blow. “Um, where might one find a mop?”

His turn is cinematic, a perfect pivot of disbelief as his eyes land on the ocean of sticky raspberry lemonade—and you, the unfortunate island at its center. The same lemonade the kind owner of the house you were cleaning left out for you two to drink. The jug, now empty and rolling to a stop at his boot, seems to mock you both. He can’t seem to peel his eyes away from it.

“I was gone for five f—cking seconds.” The utter shock in his voice, evident.

“I didn’t peg you as a lemonade type of guy. I can make you some more if you’re that sad about it,” you awkwardly quip, trying to ease the tension in the room and failing, pathetically.

Levi’s response is flat, “You were supposed to help clean up messes, not create—or become them.”

Ouch.

By the end of the shift, Levi ended up doing most of the work which thoroughly impressed you. You’re certain that if he wasn’t limited by his fractured bones, he would cut his cleaning time by, at the very least, half. Still, he completed all the tasks before the client was back and with time to spare at that. Your role, it seemed, was relegated to fetching and carrying— you were simply a mobile extension of his toolkit. Disinfectants, buckets, and other cleaning materials pass from the van to his waiting hand, and your efforts were aimed at being useful, or at least not a speed bump in his way.

Anything Levi could do with one hand and one leg, he’d do it and everything else, he’d at least try. You felt more like a liability than an employee but that only made you more determined to be better next time, you wanted to prove to him that you could actually do your job and be good at it.

You are good at things.

You just needed to mess up a few times first.

Here’s what you know so far about your boss: He’s mastered the art of drinking tea while driving, never spilling a drop, even one-handed. His social circle is super tight-knit, featuring exactly two friends—one being Erwin Smith, who you’ve met already, and the other is Hange, who, from your top-notch eavesdropping skills, seems to bear the brunt of Levi’s scolding.

And lastly, you’ve learned that Levi’s vocabulary is dripping with colorful language.

“That’s not clean,” comes his voice from behind you, prompting an eye roll before you shove the plate back under the running faucet. A half-hearted swipe with the sponge and a too-forceful toss into the sink’s other side result in a loud clash. “Dirty and probably f—cking broken now, too,” Levi comments, sounding bored.

“Sorry,” you mutter. This marks the first time today he’s felt the need to correct you—a personal victory. You’ve been improving, receiving fewer icy critiques with each passing day. Maybe Levi’s just run out of energy for constant corrections, or perhaps he’s grown accustomed to your unique… flair. Either way, you’re grateful for the silence.

“You’re done, brat. Go home.”

“Don’t you need help with the counters?”

“I got it.”

You nod at this, turning off the water and drying your hands on the apron’s front-pocket towel, relief washing over you as the day wraps up. You can’t help but wonder what Levi does after hours—probably waits for you to leave so he can meticulously re-clean everything. But, you figure, if he really doubted your skills that much, he wouldn’t bother waiting for your exit to do it.

“Good job today.”

Levi’s words catch you off-guard, nearly causing you to gasp. The Levi Ackerman, offering praise? Have you smelled too many cleaning solutions? Are you imagining things?

He doesn’t see your shocked expression, your mouth hanging open in surprise. You quickly stifle a smile.

Maybe, working with Levi Ackerman won’t be the nightmare you had anticipated.

It was uncommon for the Ackerman company to have a client that requested cleaning services for any place other than their home but on some rare instances, the business would get one that would request Levi for a much larger setting.

Today, you two were cleaning hotel rooms.

“I take it this isn’t your first rodeo,” you comment, noting how Levi, despite being down to just two operational limbs, zips through tasks with astonishing speed. Your job is to vacuum the ugly, vomit green carpet, while Levi single-handedly makes the queen beds look pristine—a feat that seems Herculean.

He signals you over, instructing you to strip the beds so he can check for bedbugs. “I’ve cleaned here before, yes,” he says with a frown, urging you to lift the mattress higher. “No, higher. Y/n. Higher. Are you making fun of my height?”

“No!” you protest, but the smirk on your face betrays you. You could swear you see the corners of Levi’s mouth twitch in response. This is the first time you’ve ever seen your boss smile.

Kenny Ackerman, Levi’s uncle, is the polar opposite—always grinning and brimming with charm. His visits, armed with homemade lunches for Levi and flirty comments for you, are a welcome break from the norm. Levi, one time catching you staring at the lunch Kenny brought in a brown paper bag, admits his uncle started bringing food over when he first got hurt.

“Is Ken really your uncle, or more like a family friend uncle?“ You inquire as you both move to the next suite, settling into a comfortable work rhythm. Levi seems unfazed by your curiosity, which you’ve piqued frequently over the past few weeks.

He ignores your question but raises an eyebrow at you, “Ken?”

You press on, asking if Kenny might be a close friend of his dad’s, given their dissimilar appearances. Levi’s reaction to the mention of his father is a clear signal to change the subject.

"Fluff the pillow on your side, brat,” he instructs next.

You’re not sure what constitutes fluffing but you attempt to do so anyway by gently pressing down on the soft pillow. You can feel the heat of Levi’s glare torching you but when you look up at him, he looks sort of amused. “What palace were you raised in?”

“Huh?”

“Let me rephrase that then—do you not know what fluffing a pillow is?”

“I just did it!”

“No. What you did was give that pillow a shitty massage. Give it to me.” After you hand it to him, Levi aggressively demonstrates what he wants you to do but it looks awkward because he’s doing it with one arm. “F— ck,” he curses under his breath. “Maybe I should hire an assistant for this shit.”

You can’t help but smile, recognizing this interaction for what it is—Levi’s way of opening up. These past weeks have shown you that his gruff exterior hides a form of friendly banter, warming you from the inside out whenever you get to experience it.

You’ve actually begun to look forward to Levi’s humour.

Odd.

You have got to stop staring and you know this. It’s just whenever he’s preoccupied with something and his concentration is laser focused, you can’t keep your eyes off him. You’ve convinced yourself that this was the safest way you could be semi-creepy and so far, it’s proven to be effective.

Right now, he’s on a very urgent and pressing phone call, at least that’s what it looks like to you. Just the mere thought of Levi taking notice of you gawking at him from above through a crack in the curtains is enough to send you spiralling. And yet here you are…still…

“Y/n, you’re staring.”

Shit.

Thankfully, it’s Erwin who catches you, not Levi. Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you scramble for an excuse. “No, I w-wasn’t. I was j-just—”

Erwin’s laughter cuts you off, deep and rich. “It’s fine. I stare at him all the time. The difference is he doesn’t cuss you out the way he does me.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What do you mean? You think he’s noticed me staring?” You sneak another glance at Levi, who’s now expressing his disdain for the caller, blissfully unaware of your current predicament.

“Most definitely. And his silence on the matter is telling,” Erwin says with a reassuring smile. But his words leave you more curious than comforted. What does Levi’s silence mean? He continues, “It’s his birthday tomorrow since I know he wouldn’t dare tell you. Do what you wish with that information.”

As if he had a special sixth sense that alerted him that he is the topic of discussion upstairs, Levi waltzes into his office and squints with suspicion at the two of you huddled in a hush-hush conversation. “Oi, eyebrows. Don’t you have a vulnerable citizen to harass for their vote somewhere?”

Erwin shakes his head as he laughs. Looking at you, he says, “Don’t listen to him. I’m not a dirty politician.”

“You’re definitely dirty, get off my chair.”

One thing you wonder about when you see these two in action is how they ever became friends. They aren’t exactly drowning in similarities or mutual interests but you couldn’t deny that there is a deep-rooted respect that goes further than what you’re able to decipher. You do know that Erwin owns the entire building and he lets Levi rent office space and storage rooms here but you question which came first: the business relationship or the friendship?

“Before I head out,” Erwin turns to face you, “I can count on your vote, right? For the upcoming election?” He asks, raised eyebrows and all. The surrounding air is filled with his scent. His woodsy cologne is thick but pleasant—it suits him.

Before you’re able to answer, Levi cuts you off, “My office is not a breeding ground for your pathetic campaign efforts.”

“My building.”

“F—ck off.”

You smile at their banter— their exchange is a familiar dance, one you’ve grown accustomed to observing. But your thoughts are elsewhere, pondering Levi’s upcoming birthday. You’re grateful Erwin mentioned it; he’s right, Levi would never share that information himself.

You find yourself wanting to do something for him— maybe get him a gift? What started off as a hostile, awkward work relationship has blossomed into a real friendship and you would never let a friend’s birthday go by without doing a little something special for them.

Levi also is a great boss, who deserves a birthday treat.

Perhaps there’s more to your admiration than you’re willing to admit quite yet.

Arriving at Levi’s office early in the morning, you’re greeted by the sight of him on his laptop, deeply engrossed in his work, his fingers flying across his keyboard. The morning light catches in his dark hair— the sun rays highlighting his intense gray-blue eyes. You can’t help but be captivated as he brushes his hair back with a weary hand. You lose your mind when he does that; he’s blissfully unaware of how mind-blowingly attractive he is.

You linger in the doorway awkwardly, feeling suddenly out of place, reminiscent of a child caught in a mischievous act. When Levi finally notices you, his sigh fills the room. “It’s your day off.”

Taking his acknowledgment as an invitation, you step inside, cheerfully reminding him, “It’s your birthdaaaay,” your voice in a tune.

Almost immediately he retorts,“Exactly why I gave you a day off. A treat for me.”

You ignore him. “I wanted to take you out for breakfast.”

“I don’t pay you that much,” he scoffs, still tapping away on his keyboard.

He’s wrong, Levi pays you more than you’ve ever been paid in your life, even more than when you were working at that super pretentious magazine that bragged about how well they treated their employees. Turns out their idea of spoiling their staff was a pizza party every third Sunday of the month. It was pitiful. Levi Ackerman believes in a living wage. Levi Ackerman is a good man.

“Sit down, will you? You’re stressing me out just standing there,” he says, his eyes softening at you for a moment, allowing you a glimpse of his gentler side.

With a sheepish grin, you pull up a chair, the noise seeming to amplify in the quiet office. You quickly apologize for the disruption, settling into the seat across from him.

“We can grab something to eat once I’m done with a few things. Is that okay with you, princess?”

“Anything for you, birthday boy,” you respond warmly, beaming at him.

He veils his amusement with a face of semi-disgust, “Vile.

“You know, when someone says they want to take you out for breakfast, there’s usually a time limit involved.” It’s now 12:03 pm, and your patience, though thinly stretched, hasn’t snapped—yet. Levi’s gaze softens, a hint of guilt flickering in his eyes. Rushing to lighten the mood, you add, “I’m kidding. I’m more of a brunch person, anyway.”

“And what about my preferences?” His voice, gentle and distant, pulls at something inside you.

“Of course, it’s your birthday,” you remind yourself aloud, tapping your fingers against the edge of his desk. “So, what do you like, Levi?”

The pause before he answers is loaded, his look implying you ought to know his preferences by heart. “I like silence when I work,” he finally says.

Right. You nod and mime locking your lips, leaning dramatically back in your chair, only to find yourself fighting off sleep shortly after.

“Time to wake up, princess. I have a task of royal importance for you,” Levi’s low, velvety command has you instantly alert. “You’re going to answer all my texts. They’re birthday wishes; just read them out and reply.”

Grinning at the trust he’s placing in you, you take his phone and start sifting through the messages. “Wow, didn’t peg you for Mr. Popular,” you tease. Levi rolls his eyes and then urges you to continue, unfazed.

Your eyes widen as you encounter messages from unexpected senders. “Uhm, I see some local celebrities in here. Wanna explain, Levi?"

“Just friends. And mind your business,” he grumbles.

Reading a message from Hange aloud, you watch his reaction closely. “Happy birthday, shortstack. I promise I’m not planning anything extravagant for you but just so we’re on the same page, define extravagant winky face,” you echo their playful tone.

“You’re smiling,” you point out, unable to resist.

“Hange’s full of it. Skip that one,” he dismisses, though his brief grin tells another story.

As the day stretches into evening, with work piling up and plans going awry, you can’t help feeling a mix of disappointment and defeat. Was this the universe’s way of suggesting you rethink your interest in Levi?

“I’m sorry,” Levi finally breaks the silence, noting the time—6:17 pm. Your attempt to brush off the day’s letdown with a smile doesn’t fool him.

“I’m sorry you had to spend your birthday in an office,” you shrug.

“It’s not about my birthday, I just hate making you wait,” he says, sincerity lacing his words.

You try to wave it off, “Water under the bridge.”

He surprises you then, “Can I take you out to dinner?”

“It’s your birthday,” you protest, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed,” he quips, his signature dose of sarcasm in his voice.

“The whole point of me coming here was to take you out Levi!”

He sighs while standing up. Reaching for his coat, which had spent the day forgotten over his chair, he juts his chin towards the door. “Fine. So take me out then.”

You had pegged Levi for the type to frequent pretentious, overpriced restaurants — the kind that serves a single asparagus spear drizzled with truffle oil and charges a fortune. So, when he mentioned knowing a place for dinner just a couple of streets over, you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. Despite dressing decently for Levi’s birthday, you weren’t in anything particularly fancy. And Levi, always impeccably dressed as if he were campaigning for office alongside Erwin, would surely fit in anywhere he chose. You remind yourself to relax; after all, it’s just dinner.

“I hope you like Indian food,” Levi says as you reach the destination. He holds the door open for you, the gentleman that he is at heart. You didn’t just like Indian food; you adored it, savored it every chance you got.

“Yeah, I don’t mind it,” you shrug casually, trying to mask your excitement.

Once seated by a friendly teenage waitress, you take in the ambiance of the restaurant. It’s a cozy, bustling hole-in-the-wall, filled with lively conversation and vibrant energy. It’s loud enough to make you reconsider Levi’s alleged preference for silence. If he can enjoy his time in a place like this, he can surely handle your occasional chattiness at work.

“This is a cute little place,” you admit, taking in the bright decor and the charming, unlit lanterns on each table.

“Family-owned too,” Levi grunts, passing you a menu.

You beam at him, “I like that.”

After ambitiously ordering nearly everything on the menu, eager to sample the array of dishes, you start bombarding Levi with questions. “Have any siblings?”

“No, and you’ve already asked me that before. Running out of questions?” he teases.

“Pets?”

“No.”

“Are you in a relationship?”

He chokes on his water, fixing you with a stern look. “Y/n.”

“What? You know I’m nosy. You should be prepared by now,” you lean in, undeterred by his reaction, “Have you ever been in a relationship?”

“Yes.”

“Are you in one right now?”

A beat passes. “No."

His hesitation sparks your curiosity further. "But you hesitated. Why did you hesitate, Levi?”

“Holy shit—” He’s cut off as the waitress returns, skillfully balancing the array of dishes you’d ordered. You offer her an apologetic smile, silently vowing to tip generously for the trouble.

As the tantalizing aromas of the dishes fill the air, you resist the urge to dive in immediately, mindful of the impression you want to leave on Levi. However, his encouragement, “Eat. You’re not fooling anyone,” paired with your enthusiasm for the rogan josh placed directly in front of you, quickly shatters any pretense of sophistication.

“Shut the hell up,” you gasp between bites, your initial reservations forgotten in favor of savouring the delicious food.

“Oi, slow down. You’ll choke,” Levi warns, amusement lacing his voice.

“This is so good, Levi,” you manage to say, your expression one of pure delight.

He chuckles to himself, looking away as he does so. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him laugh like that. You study his face, wishing you could capture this moment in a recording so you won’t ever forget it. It’s fine, you think to yourself. You just have to memorize the sound of his laugh and live off of it forever.

Eventually Levi says, “Why don’t you try this one too,” he pushes the plate of lamb biryani over to you, patiently waiting for you to take some.

This has to be your love language—sharing food.

You’re so happy you never want to leave this table, or Levi. Mostly, Levi. And this biryani.

“Do you like your job?” His question startles you. It came out of nowhere.

You swallow your food. “I do.”

Cocking your head to the side, you watch as he struggles to find the right words to use to form his questions. His eyes lock with yours and this time they stay there. “I’m not too…overbearing?” he asks, gently. Almost shyly.

“You’re the perfect amount.”

“Are you happy?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me, Levi Ackerman, owner of Ackerman’s cleaning services?”

“That’s the opposite of what I’m trying to do.”

“I’m happy working. I’m actually happiest working with you,” you admit, heat rising to your cheeks. Levi doesn’t say anything but you read something on his face. Relief? Maybe.

Eventually you realize it was Levi looking pleased with your answer.

“Cleaning is an honorable job,” you say after Kenny has left. He had made some stupid joke about Levi’s work despite how popular and very needed his services are.

“Y/n, quit it. Seriously. I don’t give a shit.”

“No, I know. I do, I just…” You take a deep breath in and turn to face him. He’s wearing his usual scowl on his face—the curve of his mouth slightly turned downward and his nose is scrunched up the tiniest bit. You could just about kiss that wrinkle between his eyebrows away if he’d let you. Smiling, you finish, “I just wanted you to know.”

“I enjoy spending time with you.”

You feel your stomach perform its now-famous acrobatics, seemingly attempting to tie itself in knots. Laughing nervously, you manage to say, “That’s good because we do spend a lot of time together. It would be awkward if you didn’t like me, right?”

Levi exhales deeply, a sign you’ve missed the mark. “You’re not getting it. With other people, I’m always on edge, wondering if I’m being friendly, engaging, or polite enough. Constantly checking if my permanent resting scowl has scared someone off again. It’s exhausting. People drain me, but the ones who don’t… I prefer to keep them close.”

“So, you’re saying you want me around indefinitely?” you push, hope coloring your tone.

“I’m saying thank you. You—” he stops himself when he catches you hanging onto every last word coming out of his mouth, waiting for the rest. He rolls his eyes a little bit which makes you smile even harder.

“Yeah?” You pester him, not willing to let the moment pass.

“Nothing.”

“Say it.”

“F—ck off.”

Undeterred, you flutter your eyelashes in a playful, last-ditch effort. “Please? I’d really love to hear what you were about to say.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he relents. “You make it okay to be myself.”

You laugh, “Levi, I don’t think you’re aware of how okay you are.”

He smiles the tiniest bit, “Charming.”

“No, you know what I mean. You’re obviously more than okay!”

“Mhm,” he murmurs, beginning to walk away but not without leaving his hand lingering in the air behind him—a silent invitation to grab onto it. If there’s anything you look out for, it’s the opportunity to touch Levi and in this case, to hold his perfect hand in yours. You follow him as he leads you back to that restaurant he first took you to.

“Have you guys kissed yet?” Hange leans towards you, excitedly waiting for your response. You catch Levi’s eyes on you from across the room but lately, they seem to always be on you. He’s pretending to be engaged in a way too animated conversation with Erwin and his politician buddies. Poor guy.

“Please, we’re not even a thing yet,” you snort, waving away the ridiculousness of the question.

“Okay, well, does Levi know that you’re not a thing? Because he already bought matching stuff for you at his condo.”

“What? really?”

Hange lists the items: cat mugs, slippers, and even matching gloves.

“He’d have a fit if he knew you spilled this top secret info,” you say, feeling a mix of excitement and disbelief.

Hange waves off the potential threat to their well-being with a scoff. “Oh, he’d definitely kill me. But it was too juicy not to share,” they wink, leaving you grinning from ear to ear.

You were finally at Levi’s impeccably clean and tidy place and you have to stop yourself from looking around for all the things Hange mentioned earlier. You’re sitting in the living room, on his comfortable green couch while Levi is making you a cup of tea in the kitchen. You wonder if he hid the matching mugs in the back of his cabinet. When will he think it’s an appropriate time to show them?

Or.

What if they weren’t even for you—what if there was someone else in his life he’s willing to be all matchy-matchy, cutesy-cutesy with?

Levi eventually comes out with two non-matching mugs; one for you and one for him. You feel a little disappointed when you see them but you swallow it down. “I should’ve been the one making the drinks. I’m not the one who’s injured.”

“Please, you watch me mop floors and wipe windows on one foot without ever offering to help. I even catch you smirking sometimes.”

You bite back a grin. “Hey!” You shout. He’s not entirely wrong but you know he would never let you intervene with his little tasks like mopping the floor or wiping down windows— they were therapeutic acts to him. What kind of monster would take that away from a man? Exactly.

“I hope you’re not completely traumatized by that gathering. I needed you there, I wouldn’t have been able to survive it without you.”

“I’m glad to be your knight in shining armor tonight,” you tease, taking the cup of tea from him and turning your body towards his. “Does Erwin usually host stuff like that?”

Levi sends you a look. “Always. And of course I had to choose a f—cking politician to be friends with.”

You chuckle, “Between Erwin, Hange, and me, you’re good to never have another social interaction for the rest of your life.”

He laughs out through his nose, similarly to how a dragon would breathe fiery flames out its nostrils. “I must be some extrovert magnet.”

“You are! Even with that permanent scowl on your face.” Your beautiful, beautiful face, you want to add. “Levi Ackerman, you are a prize. The prize.”

His eye-roll is theatrical, but you catch a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“Are we a thing?” you ask gently, after some time.

“A thing?” He repeats after you, quietly.

“Like, you know,” you bite your lip. This could potentially be a dumpster fire of a conversation. Awkward and embarrassing depending on how he responds. “—like a couple.”

He sets down his cup on the coffee table, probably sensing the seriousness of the moment, and you do the same. “We can be.”

Oh okay, not the worst possible answer there is.

“Do you like me?”

He looks as if you just stabbed him, or more like you stabbed his mother in front of him and he had to watch in horror. “I’m going to be honest, y/n, i’m kind of f— cking devastated you’re asking me this.”

“I can’t ask?”

“No, it’s just… Shit.” His eyes dart frantically between you and the floor, a clear sign of the turmoil within. It’s evident he’s wrestling with a multitude of thoughts, and all you yearn for is a glimpse into even just one of them. After a tense few seconds, he straightens up and meets your gaze directly, a pained expression etched across his features. “I’m upset at the fact that you’re walking around not knowing that I like you— and the fact that you even have to ask? That there’s any doubt about my feelings for you?” He pauses, taking a deep breath before he adds, “I’m sorry. Yes, I like you. I’m upset at myself that I didn’t make myself very clear about how I feel about you before. I’m sorry.”

You can feel your eyes beginning to burn and you don’t even know why you’re about to cry. You just wanted Levi to like you, so, so much.

The realization that you’re panicking both internally and visibly prompts you to stand, aiming for a quick escape. "This is good. Okay. So, I’ll see you at work tomorrow morning?”

Levi chuckles at your abruptness, “Yes, you will, but could you maybe not try to flee the scene?”

“I have to go,” you insist, though your feet betray you and show no intention of moving.

“F—cking hell. You planning an escape route?” Levi raises his eyebrows.

“I’m not escaping…” you confess, surprising even yourself.

“Then sit,” he commands gently, softening it with a, “Please?”

“I’m so nervous. Stop making me nervous.” You blurt out but decide to sit down anyway. The way he’s staring at you like you’re bonkers out of your mind right now is enough to make you burst into laughter. You snort against the back of your hand. “Stop looking at me like that!”

“Can’t make you nervous, can’t look at you. Is there anything I can do? Should I turn around and face the wall?” He mocks you, lovingly. His tone doesn’t say it but his eyes do. Everything he does to you is with love. No wonder you’ve fallen head over heels for him.

“You do realize you’re my boss, right?” you giggle, a sound so foreign to you. “I haven’t giggled like this since middle school. What’s happening to me?”

Levi beams at you, “Great, just what I needed, a subordinate with a crush. Now I have to navigate office politics, power imbalances, get HR involved…”

He pulls you onto his lap.

Your arms wrap tightly around Levi’s chest from behind him, as you rest your chin in the nook of his neck. He’s writing an email to someone, as he usually is during this time of the day.

Jokingly you ask, “When are you going to promote me, huh?”

“I did promote you,” you can hear the smile in his voice. He stops his typing to bring your hands to his mouth. He peppers them with a thousand pecks.

“Employee to girlfriend does not count”

“Shit,” he mock curses, then grins at his screen which you catch in its’ reflection.

“I have another question,” you announce, sensing an opportunity to delve into one of the many mysteries surrounding your lover.

“You always do,” he shoots back without missing a beat, fingers resuming their dance across the keyboard.

“Very funny.” You roll your eyes before pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his neck, savouring the coolness of his skin. “But seriously, honey. You never did tell me how you managed to break your arm and leg.”

written 2021, reworked 2024

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman fanfiction #aot x reader #aot imagines #attack on titan fanfiction #levi x you

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Today we have the third part of our angst rec list for you to check out! You can find part one here and part two here. The fics on this list are all amazing, so please be sure to read them, give them kudos, and leave a comment for the author. If you enjoy our rec lists, please like this post and reblog it to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Please, Don’t Say You Want Me | Explicit | 9,320 words

Prompt 496: ABO/royalty AU. Where Omega Prince Louis is forced to marry alpha King Harry by his father for the benefit of their kingdom. After the wedding, Harry lets Louis know that he didn’t want a mate and to not expect a relationship from him. Since they are already mated, Harry has to officially reject Louis’s omega to break ties. This practice is so taboo that he doesn’t know the omega has a maximum of a year left to live after rejection. As time goes on, the omega gets weaker and weaker.

2) All This Delusion In Our Heads | Explicit | 15,088 words

After Harry and Louis break up, they cope with it in very different ways. What will happen when Harry keeps calling his ex over when things go wrong in his life, but Louis just can't take it anymore?

3) Dandelion Heart | Explicit | 17,563 words

After his sister’s death, Louis is granted full custody of his 4-year-old nephew, TJ. It isn’t easy, but with the help of TJ’s other uncle, Harry, they learn to make it work.

4) Death Wish | Explicit | 22,067 words

Louis hates vampires, he lives his life trying to kill as many as he can, night after night, year after year. He hates them. Then why the fuck is he kissing one? Again. “I mean it, Harry.” Louis says, into his mouth this time. “You need to get the fuck away from me.”

5) The Games We Play | Explicit | 23,448 words

Louis is a political lobbyist who chose his career over his personal life a long time ago and has never regretted it. Then he met Harry.

6) Bloom | Explicit | 24,887 words

When they first meet at Harry’s flower truck, Harry falls hard but Louis’ unavailable. Only before long, Harry reignites a spark that Louis thought long forgotten.

7) Somebody's Got Your Trainers On (It's You) | Explicit | 28,000 words

Louis hasn't thought about Harry since half an hour after the shift started, when Krystle told him that she was binging Gogglebox last night and therefore didn't get enough sleep - a sure reminder of Harry’s temporary Gogglebox obsession. Five hours isn't much without thinking about someone, but that's as long as it gets. Louis came to terms with that two years ago. When Harry walked out the door with his stupid New Balance trainers and never looked back.

8) The Road Not Taken | Explicit | 30,393 words

The one where Harry returns back home for the holidays after a successful debut album, leaving Louis to unwrap gifts as well as old complicated feelings. Cue: hometown holiday hookups, overbearing siblings, and a disastrous New Year’s Eve party. A 'Tis’ the Damn Season' inspired AU.

9) Compass To The Soul | Teen & Up | 31,439 words

Harry Styles, alpha, is 1/4 of the perfect pack, and 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time touring the world with his best friends and family. Louis Tomlinson, omega, is 1/5 of world famous boy band One Direction. He spends his time hoping his bandmates don’t notice him.

10) Like The Stars Above | Explicit | 33,759 words

Louis has a witchy little secret that is slowly ruining his relationship. When that secret comes out, it turns out that he has a lot more to worry about than just losing the love of his life. He might lose everything.

11) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34,589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

12) Just A Pretty Boy | Explicit | 35,614 words

The alpha in front of him wasn’t only tall, but used every inch of his body to look even more threatening. He looked as shocked as Joseph felt, in his eyes he could clearly see horror and anger mixed into an odd and painful mix. It was as if he just watched a ghost or a monster from a nightmare come to life. “Louis…” he said with a low voice. It wasn’t a question, he was calling Joseph by that name. The crease between Joseph’s brows deepened. “Who?” Louis and Harry were married until, one day, Louis passed away in a tragic accident. Years later, he is found alive and with a thousand questions plaguing his mind. The most important ones; was his husband involved in his disappearance? And, how long did it take Harry and his best friend to fall in love after his supposed dead?

13) Best Colours For Your Portrait | Explicit | 37,717 words

Louis bites his lip in, his eyes leaving Harry's face, they are cast low as he takes a deep breath before sighing, "In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of." "But," The omega glances up, his eyebrows twitching as he brings his face closer to Harry's neck to overpower the alpha's scent with his scent, "I mostly felt your absence."

14) Give Me Love | Explicit | 41,041 words

Despite being an omega, Louis’ always had a blatant dislike of alphas.

15) Letters To June | Explicit | 41,150 words

It's 1915, Europe is in the middle of the Great War. Omega Louis decides to join the Letter Home Project to become someone’s penfriend. Through this he meets a lovely soldier who hasn't got anyone else to send a letter to. Along with his letter, comes a picture of the most handsome alpha Louis has ever seen.

16) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

17) This Glass House | Mature | 43,072 words

While deployed, Alpha Harry gets injured by an IED explosion, leaving him to deal with severe injuries in its devastating aftermath. During his road to acceptance and recovery he learns with the help of Louis and their children just how important family can be for the mind, body, and soul.

18) Oubaitori | Explicit | 48,822 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

After a year away, Harry comes back to his hometown ready to shoulder the responsibilities that come with being a Styles. However, an unforeseen return will greatly setback his plans as he finds himself confronting ghosts of the past, his prejudice, and a torrent of feelings he thought were long-buried. In the midst of a battle between protection and progress, trust that was once broken will try and pierce through walls of convictions he built around himself, leaving him grasping for power he is unsure he even wants. Meanwhile, Louis merely tries to save his family and make the next day better than the last. As he faces his past wrongdoings and the scars they left, chances will be granted to him - either to repair what was once broken or finally find closure. Torn between the desire to defend himself and the fear of the truth being rejected, he will learn peace comes from honesty - and that sometimes, what appears to be the easiest solution simply was the most coveted one.

19) Untamed Hearts Align | Explicit | 55,795 words

For as long as Louis has known her, Lady Margaret Tomlinson has had two aspirations for the remaining years of her life. The first was to out-dress the Duchess of Kent at every soirée and gathering. The second was to marry off her omega nephew to the most honorable – and highly ranked – alpha suitor she could find. He does not expect for her to arrange a marriage between him and the crown prince, and he certainly does not expect to fall for him. Everything changes when Harry disappears.

20) If You’re Out There (I’ll Find You Somehow) | Explicit | 55,916 words

Harry looks so intensely into Louis’ eyes it’s as though he’s reaching in and touching his very soul. “I never thought… I never… I’ve been searching for so long, Louis, but I never gave up. I couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop trying,” Harry says, bottom lip trembling as he strokes the backs of Louis’ knuckles. “I just knew that if you were out there, I’d find you somehow.”

21) Of Lost Things | Explicit | 57,980 words

Louis comes with a familiarity Harry has never felt with anyone else before. After their fateful meeting, their chemistry became undeniable, and soon after, Harry had felt like he hit the jackpot when it came to finding the person he would spend the rest of his life with. But all relationships come with their own unique problems, and Harry soon realizes that their relationship is no different. When their problems go from unordinary to nearly bizarre in nature, he takes it upon himself to find an answer to their troubles. What he stumbles upon are terrifying coincidences between his and Louis’ story, and the ill-fated mythological couple, Orpheus and Eury. But it’s all they are; just coincidences, ones that feel as frighteningly familiar as Louis. Except… what if none of this is a coincidence? What if everything Harry has always seen as fiction is true, and myth—or rather, history, is about to repeat itself?

22) But We Have Promises To Keep | Mature | 62,608 words

Note: This fic is the fourth part in a series. We'd recommend reading the other fics first, though none of them have smut.

Maybe, Louis thought, from the beginning to the end, he had always known exactly what he wanted. He had always heard it, a quiet song in his head never giving up, because it had never been a thing apart from who he was. Someone who wouldn’t stop. Someone who could walk out into the dark, seeing nothing, having little, and still looking. The undeniable, terrifying, gorgeous truth was always going to be this: that he had a heart, and that that heart wanted to live.

23) Sink Into Your Sunlight | Explicit | 79,601 words

Louis hadn’t forgotten about Harry as much as he tried. It wasn’t due to the strange nature of their meeting, more so the magnetic pull he somehow had on Louis. He couldn’t fathom why this complete stranger stayed in his mind as much as he tried to stop it. Any time his phone sounded his heart skipped a beat at the thought of it possibly being Harry. In all honesty, it made him feel sort of pathetic. Gay guy falls for straight guy, what a cliche he had become.

24) The Rose Of Whitechapel | Mature | 100,180 words

Jack the Ripper AU. Detective Constable Harry Styles and his partner, DC Liam Payne, lead the case on the Whitechapel murders. Louis Tomlinson, the Rose of Whitechapel, is harbouring secrets of his own, along with a dark and sordid past. When their paths cross, truths are revealed, and perhaps hearts are mended... A darkness is brewing, and it's finally come to collect on the promise it was made.

25) Our Endless Numbered Days | Explicit | 120,815 words

“Harry?” whispered Louis, his mouth dry, his nose pressing against the other’s warm skin. “Mh?” Harry’s humming was gentle, his fingers lightly caressing the younger boy’s arm, his chest steadily rising and falling beneath Louis’ cheek. A couple of seconds passed, and Louis looked up at him in the darkness of the cave, barely able to make out the expression on his face. When he tried to inhale deeply, his breath hitched. He struggled to find the words to tell Harry what he was thinking about. Another couple of seconds passed, and Louis listened to the reassuring beating of the prince’s heart beneath his cheek. He couldn’t. “Nothing,” he whispered, his voice weak. I think you’re half of my soul.

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in-a-nook-with-a-notebook · 10 months

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Flustered

Franchise: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (oneshot)

Word Count: 1436

Warnings: swearing, implied smut, mentions of drinking/being drunk, hickeys, implied anal, flustered Poe (not a warning, just something to look forward to)

Summary: You had always had a crush on your best friend Poe Dameron, but for a long time, you never told him. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. While he flirted with you sometimes, you always figured it was just him messing with you. So imagine your surprise when you wake up after a long night in the cantina. In Poe’s bed. In your underwear. With his shirt on.

A/N: A little draft I've had for a bit but never posted. First implied smut I've ever shared with the world, actually...

You blink your eyes open slowly, feeling the sunlight bathe your face through a nearby window. The bed is warm and you don’t want to get up. You close your eyes again. You keep yourself curled up under the covers and inhale deeply. A familiar scent that isn’t yours hits your nose, which you find odd because you’re nose-blind to the smell of your room. You open your eyes again to observe your surroundings properly.

This isn’t your room.

In your room, there’s a bookshelf within your line of sight from the bed. Instead, there’s a chair with clothes on it; your clothes and someone else’s. You notice your pants on the floor next to the chair and realize you’re in your underwear. Your shirt is on the floor too. That doesn’t make sense… you’re wearing a shirt…

You pull the blanket down a little to observe the shirt you’re in. It’s Poe’s. You remember it because he was wearing it…

Last night.

The sound of beeping meets your ears. You roll onto your back and stare down at the end of the bed, at the source of the noise.

BB-8. Poe’s droid best friend.

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at the sleeping body next to you.

Poe, snoring softly. The blanket only covers from his waist down and he’s not wearing a shirt. Well, of course, he’s not wearing a shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. His dark hair is all over the place and you have to resist the urge to brush some of his curls out of his face.

Sorry, what were you thinking?

You have only a vague memory of what happened last night. Poe was bored and wanted to go to the cantina for a drink. He’d invited you to go with him, of course, and you said sure. You mostly went because you didn’t want to see him get into trouble. You were just trying to make sure he didn’t drink too much, or try something he doesn’t know or shouldn’t get into. Yeah, the cantina closest to the Resistance base is mostly safe, but there are visitors from other planets that aren’t as trustworthy as members of the Resistance.

You remember Poe barely leaving your side that night. Anywhere he went, he dragged you along with him. The two of you spent most of your time leaning against the bar, talking about this and that. You remember how effortlessly pretty he looked - how effortlessly pretty he always looks.

You hadn’t had much to drink at first, wanting to keep yourself as coherent as possible, but you’ve noticed that drinking always amplifies your feelings. Poe, on the other hand, was downing drinks as fast as the bartender would give them to him. He looked like he was trying to work up the courage to do something or say something, but all it seemed to do was get him drunk. He appeared flustered that night; mostly when he looked at you. When you had teased him about it, his face went red and he would look away.

A soft, tired groan pulls you from your thoughts. You look back at Poe, who’s started to wake up. Your heart starts beating a little faster. He’s scowling, but only because the sun is in his eyes. He may be awake but he clearly isn’t ready to be.

BB-8 beeps at the end of the bed and Poe frowns. His eyes are still closed.

“Y/N in my bed?” He grumbles. “I wish. You break a circuit last night?”

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you mumble teasingly.

Poe’s eyes fly open. He yelps in surprise and jumps so high that he falls off the edge of the bed. “Fuck!” He exclaims when you hear a thud; he hit the floor hard.

“Shit, are you okay?” You ask quickly, crawling across the bed and looking down at him. One of his hands is holding his head and the other is draped lazily over his stomach. He groans.

“Head hurts,” he murmurs.

“Well, you were drinking a lot last night.”

Poe scoffs. “I didn’t drink that much… did I?”

“Yes, you did, actually. I tried to stop you.”

“I didn’t listen, did I?”

“No, you did not.”

Poe sighs, pushing himself into a sitting position. It’s at that moment he realizes he’s in his underwear too. His eyes widen. He looks at you, looks at himself, then looks at you again as he tries to pull the blanket down to cover himself. You pull it in your direction at the same time; if he takes too much of it, he’ll see that you’re in your underwear too.

After a moment of tug-of-war, he stops, his eyes raking over your body.

“Is that my shirt?”

You let go of the blanket. “Yep.”

“Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I have no idea.”

“If you’re so confused about it, then why haven’t you taken it off?” Poe asks.

“Would you like me to take it off?” You tease. You’re not sure what’s come over you. You’re just as confused as he is, you have no idea what happened last night, and here you were messing with him as usual.

Poe blushes red, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I… you… uh…”

“Am I making you a little flustered?” You smirk down at him.

Poe clears his throat, looking up at you. “No,” he says. His warm brown eyes tell you otherwise. You raise an eyebrow. He chews on his lip a little. “…Maybe.”

“Before we address that,” you say, “maybe we should address the bantha in the room?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“We’re in our underwear.”

“You’re in your underwear too?” Poe asks. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he almost sounds excited.

“What, you want me to move the blanket and show you?”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“We’re in our underwear. Our clothes are over there. I’m in your shirt. In your bed. We were drinking. Something happened last night.”

Poe narrows his eyes. “What’s that on your neck?”

You frown, touching your collarbone. The fact that you’re in your underwear leaves your mind as you clamber out of the bed and slip into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Sure enough, there’s a mark just above your collarbone. You pull Poe’s shirt off over your head and see a couple other similar marks over your torso.

“You gave me hickeys,” you say in a toneless voice, tracing your finger over the marks like they’re constellations.

You hear Poe scrambling to his feet, rushing to you. “I did what?” He asks, awe evident in his voice. His eyes widen when you turn to him. “Woah. I did that?”

“Well, who the else would it be?” You point out.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, looking in the mirror again. “I kinda like them…”

“You… you do?”

“Well, I like who they’re from, so…” You meet his gaze in the mirror.

Poe’s eyes are wide and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I like who I gave them to.”

“Still feeling flustered?”

He chews on his lip again. “Absolutely.” He steps out of the bathroom for a second. “Hey, BB-8?” He says to his droid. “How about you go hang out with R2 for a while?” He lets BB-8 out of the room and immediately closes the door, returning to you. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here, I think,” you say slowly, stepping towards him and gripping his hips. Your face is only a couple inches away from his and he gazes into your E/C eyes, his own being darker than usual, full of lust.

“Would you just kiss me already?” He whispers.

“You sure?”

Poe raises an eyebrow. “My ass hurts and you’re covered in hickeys, so I’m fairly certain we fucked last night. I’m pretty damn sure about a kiss.”

You grin. “Just making sure, baby.”

You pull him flush against you, pressing your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Poe drapes his arms around your neck, his fingers tangling themselves into your hair. His lips move against yours in perfect harmony, your grip on his hips tightening as the kiss continues. After a long moment, he pulls away, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Can we do whatever we did last night again?”

“We don’t know what we did last night.”

“Then can we make some new memories of a… similar fashion?” His “innocent” gaze studies your face, his skillful fingers still playing with your hair.

A grin stretches over your face as your hands begin to roam his toned body. “Absolutely.”

#poe dameron x male reader #poe dameron #male reader #star wars x male reader #the force awakens #the last jedi #the rise of skywalker #star wars #x male reader #poe dameron smut

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showtoonzfan · 10 months

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Charlie and Vaggie are certainly not in good hands with how Viv has written Loona, and it’s funny because Loona is like…the only exception to a female character in Helluva actually being 2 dimensional and struggling with something that’s OUTSIDE of her dad, unlike Octavia who’s whole character is to be upset at Stolas at this point, meanwhile Millie has fucking nothing but that’s besides the point.

Taking out the fact that Loona is just..hard to sympathize with like many HB characters, her having social anxiety as well as living with the fear that people wouldn’t like her when she’s angry and painting her out to be some monster is…not a bad idea at all, you just need to be a smart writer who knows how to write engaging conflict and dedicate time to their struggles and other sides, something Viv is incapable of doing because she doesn’t know how to make her female characters interesting without gushing over a man or being attached to cheap angst so the audience can feel bad for them, and clearly has no intention to actually dedicate time to exploring them since this is the Stolitz show and we don’t have time for exploring other characters outside of Blitz or Stolas’s perspective. 🙃

And don’t get me wrong, Spring Broken wasn’t a masterpiece either, but good GOD, episode 8 is just fucking EMBARRASSING to watch regarding Loona’s writing, for any writer looking to write a female character, her dialogue and actions will make you hurl, it’s so empty and lifeless. It felt like there was zero effort put into diving into her struggles, because there wasn’t. This episode was nothing but a music video but adds the plot of Loona going to a party to cover it up as a Loona episode. Viv had no fucking clue what she was doing, she makes Loona more unusual then she normally is, making her hard to read at times and then hilariously flip flop. The first half of the episode she barely has any dialogue, she gets upset at a group of hellhounds being mean to her and then stands there and looks awkward for the second half. Beezlebub certainly makes a jarring first impression, but she’s genuinely nice and outgoing, and Loona just…out of nowhere decides to leave for a reason that’s not really clear other than she has to call Blitz for the plot to move forward, and then acts hostile towards Bee for no reason when she was concerned about Blitz.

When she was in distress and wanted to leave, rather than a scene of let’s say…her venting to Blitz about how much she feels people hate her, how scared she is that she’ll never make friends because of her reputation, how insecure she is that Beezlebub seems more fun and outgoing than her that maybe Tex wouldn’t even want to be friends with her anymore, literally anything to actually have her talk and dedicate time to her struggles, Blitz could have even comforted her or encouraged her to go back in, but NAH, what turns her confidence around suddenly is simply because a hot Hellhound flirted with her. You’re so good at writing women Viv bravo, you have a female character battling trauma and social anxiety but lusting over a man is what makes her confident. Seriously….the way Loona goes from “let’s just go this isn’t working” to “Hehe I mean we could give it another try 🤭💕”- in the span of like…2 seconds was laughable.

Out of all of this I think the most insulting thing is that when Loona finally DOES make friends and socialize with other hellhounds, it’s not even the focus. We don’t even get to see it, it happens off screen expect for this one moment of her chatting with two dogs expect there’s no dialogue and just fucking puppy noises.

I get that this episode was filler but that doesn’t excuse the unfair and shitty writing Loona once again gets. 🫤

#vivziepop critical #spindlehorse critical #helluva boss critical #helluva boss critique #helluva boss criticism #helluva critical #helluva boss Loona #helluva boss

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Hey There Darlin' - Chapter 3

A Glen Powell RPF Series

Sorry for the wait guys! I've been away for just over a month since Christmas, finally back and back to reality. Back to my regular posting schedule now, please enjoy chapter 3! x

Billie

Billie’s eyes flutter open and she takes a second to adjust to her unfamiliar surroundings, remembering that she’s stayed the night at Bec’s. She stretches out her legs underneath the covers, the sheets soft and silky against her skin and she smiles - knowing Bec, they were likely several thousand thread count.

She rolls over and reaches for her phone on the bedside table, squinting when the screen lights up in her face. 8:32am.

For whatever reason, Billie could never sleep in after a night of drinking. She’d come to think of it as both a blessing and a curse - her body wanted to stay in bed and sleep but her head just couldn’t do it. She sits up in bed and does a quick body check, pleasantly surprised to find that she only has the mildest of headaches. Clearly, she’d gotten off easy after her night out with the girls.

She flops back down onto the pillow and lets out a breath, memories of last night playing through her head. What a night it had been indeed.

Glen.

She still can’t believe she’d met Glen Powell of all people, and more importantly, she can’t believe that they’d flirted all night. She remembers his smile - his handsome, golden-boy smile that made her want to melt into a puddle on the floor, and his beautiful pale green eyes that seemed to look right through her. She could still hear his smooth, Texan accent in her head, a shiver running down her spine as his voice plays over.

After he’d bought her and the girls a drink - and Sloane had left to find Bec on the dancefloor, Glen and Billie had talked and laughed in that magical, flirty way that only ever happened when two people were really attracted to one another. He’d asked a number of questions about herself - how she knew Bec and Sloane, where she was from and what she did for work, and she in turn had asked about home in Texas and his home life in LA.

He’d been endearing and flirty in all the ways she’d imagined he’d be, but at the same time attentive and charming as they’d talked and laughed. Eventually they’d moved to the dancefloor when Glen’s friends had found him and practically dragged the two towards the stage, Billie finding Sloane among the crowd and unable to help her smile when she’d winked at her dancing next to Glen. She remembered the way Glen had danced beside her, both of them emboldened by alcohol and singing at the top of their lungs, his delicious cologne filling her nose as she swung her hips and threw her arms up next to him.

He was right there dancing beside her, a close proximity that would have bothered her if it had been any other stranger, but with Glen - his hips, his chest, his arms, bumping into her as she’d danced away to the music, she’d felt happy, confident and sexy. It was hard not to, not when he’d looked at her the way he had been, his attraction to her more than evident in his expressions.

Billie smiles to herself as she reaches for her phone again, opening up instagram and tapping on the first story bubble she sees - Sloane’s. It's a myriad of photos and videos - selfies of Sloane looking as devastatingly sharp and sexy as ever, photos of her and Bec smiling happily at the camera, of her and Billie pouting and posing, of the three of them having too many drinks and too many laughs. There’s a video of Bec dancing, her arms in the air, her head tossed back, a smile on her face as she dances away to the deep beat of the music, followed by another of Billie and Sloane from the front camera angle. Billie bites her lip when she sees Glen in the video behind her - though his face isn’t quite visible, she can see his torso and the way he’s nearly pressed against her back as they dance, the angled planes of his muscled chest beneath his shirt making Billie press her lips together. God.

Sloane’s story ends and Billie repeats the process with Bec’s, flicking through the endless photos and videos, all evidence of a girls night out with drinks, dancing and fun. Before Billie can help herself she’s typing in Glen’s name, tapping on his name and scrolling through his profile.

She feels herself getting more infatuated with him the more she looks at his photos, a snapshot of selected images from his very A-list life. There’s a few promo photos from old and upcoming projects, and professional photos from photo shoots that make Billie want to groan out loud - Glen posing and looking painfully handsome in a variety of bespoke couture. There’s photos and videos of various gym sessions and workouts, most of them picturing a shirtless, sweaty Glen, a determined, cheeky smile seemingly permanent on his face. There’s several of his adorable dog too - Brisket, as Billie had learned last night, the tiny dog he’d adopted earlier in the year that only made Glen seem even more adorable himself.

Billie smiles as she thinks back to last night when Glen had told her about Brisket, showing her a photo of the white and tan puppy on his phone. Billie had barely been able to contain her own laugh when she’d shared that her dog’s name was Nugget, showing Glen a photo of her big golden bear. They’d instantly bonded over their shared love of dogs, and the fact that they’d both named theirs after food, the two going on to gush about their fur-children for several long minutes.

Billie’s thumb hovers over the message button on Glen’s profile, suddenly wondering if she should message him. What would she say? Would he even see it? How did Instagram even work for famous people? Was it even him running his account? She considers this for a moment, various ideas of first messages running through her head, Billie dropping her phone a second later when she decides against it.

She stretches her arms up, feeling her shoulders crack in the way they always did in the morning, tossing off the covers and getting up out of bed. She walks into the adjoining ensuite bathroom - each of Bec’s guest bedrooms had one, of course, looking back at her reflection and pulling the silky tie from her hair. She looked okay considering the amount of drinks she’d had last night - the total number of which she couldn’t actually remember, her long brown hair falling messily around her face. She quickly washes her face and applies her morning skincare, putting her hair into a high ponytail and feeling somewhat refreshed enough to face the day.

Billie pads out into the lounge and looks up to find Ben frothing milk on their extravagant coffee machine in the kitchen, three large mugs laid out on the marble bench in front of him. Billie hears coffee beans grinding, the intoxicating scent of coffee suddenly hitting her and she pauses for a moment to breathe it in.

“That smells incredible”

Ben looks up as he turns off the steam and taps the silver jug of milk on the benchtop, offering Billie a welcoming smile.

“Morning Bil” he says as he starts to pour milk into the furthest mug, sliding it over to her when he’s done.

��Latte?”

Billie smiles gratefully, picking up the mug.

“You’re an angel Ben”.

She lifts the mug to her lips, breathing in the delicious, sweet scent, taking a sip and closing her eyes as she swallows. She tastes a hint of creamy vanilla and it instantly dawns on her that Ben knows her coffee order, opening her eyes to find Ben looking back at her expectantly.

Billie smiles, shaking her head, lifting the cup towards Ben. “Literally, an angel”.

Ben laughs and sets about making the rest of the coffees, putting a small spoon of sugar in the last one.

“How’s Bec?” Billie asks, taking another sip of her delicious coffee, “Hungover?”

Ben laughs again. “That’s an understatement. I haven’t seen her in this state in a long while”.

Billie chuckles, Ben smiling back at her as he stirs the coffee. “And Sloane?”

Billie shrugs, “No movement from her room, so I’d say she’s still sleeping it off”.

Ben drops the spoon into the sink and picks up the mug of coffee, looking back at Billie.

“Let me know when you’re hungry, and I’ll start making breakfast for you and the girls”

Billie’s face softens. Bec seriously had no idea how lucky she was. She thanks Ben and he smiles, nodding at her before walking off with the mug of coffee, presumably to give to Bec.

Billie takes another sip, savouring the heavenly taste, before making her way out onto the pool deck and sitting on the outdoor lounge. The morning sun shines down on her, a gentle warmth touching her skin, Billie letting out a sigh as she relaxes on the lounge. A soft meow makes her turn to her left, Billie’s gaze falling on Smudge, the Danton’s fluffy, tortoiseshell cat, walking over to her to say hello.

“Hi Smudgy girl” Billie coos, making a kissing sound and leaning forward to pat her, smiling when the large cat bumps her soft head into her hand.

Billie leans back when Smudge jumps up onto the lounge and flops down beside her, stretching out her legs and taking another long sip of coffee. She leans back on the cushions and closes her eyes, soaking in the morning sunshine and letting the warmth take over her body.

Her mind wanders and she thinks about her Saturday plans - a pilates class later this afternoon and a walk down the beach with Nugget, finished off with a trip to Ikea to pick out her new couch. The sound of her phone vibrating on the table suddenly disrupts her thoughts, making her open her eyes and squint into the morning sunshine. She picks up her phone and looks down at the screen, unable to help the involuntary smile that parts her lips when she reads his name.

@glenpowell: Please tell me you’ve got a good hangover cure?

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Glen

Glen lets out a breath as he lies in bed scrolling on his phone, Brisket’s tiny head resting peacefully on his chest. He’s been looking through Billie’s instagram for the last twenty minutes, unsure how it’s even possible to be this attracted to someone. Each new photo makes him want to audibly groan.

He’d been unashamedly thinking about her since the moment they’d said goodbye to each other last night, his drunken brain unable to let go of thoughts of her. It had been a long time since he’d been so enthralled by someone he’d just met, at least not since his last major relationship, and he’d forgotten what it was like to be seemingly captivated by a stranger.

It had taken Glen all of five minutes to message Billie when he’d woken up this morning - the hangover headache that was currently pounding his brain not even enough to stop him from thinking about her.

When they’d spoken last night Glen had discovered that Billie was a physical therapist that worked with college and high school athletes, and that she had a big golden retriever named Nugget. He knew that she was from Australia, though had been in LA for seven years after graduating university and working a Summer at Camp America - she’d since developed an odd hybrid mix of Australian and American accents which is why he’d been unable to place it initially. He also knew that she was really into health and fitness - which Glen figured was probably because of her active job, but also something that was more than evident from just looking at her.

Billie’s body was incredible. Toned and muscled, thick in the best way possible. He’d barely been able to keep his eyes off of her legs from the second he’d met her yesterday, let alone keep his head straight and away from thoughts of her ass. Looking at her Instagram didn’t help that either, not with the numerous photos of her at work and the gym in various forms of figure-hugging activewear. Jesus.

Glen bites his lip as he scrolls past another photo of her in a matching hot pink shorts and sports-bra combo, smiling and standing next to a pilates reformer with another equally fit, smiling girl. There’s several photos of Nugget too - panting happily and almost smiling, videos of the big golden retriever running at the beach and playing with other dogs.

He blinks quickly when Billie’s name suddenly pops up at the top of his screen, inhaling deeply as he taps on it, bringing him back to the chat screen to see her reply.

Rough morning? 🤣

Glen smiles, typing back at the screen.

You could say that. It’s been a while since I’ve drank like that

He watches the typing bubbles, her reply coming after a moment.

And you call yourself a Texan

He scoffs, laughing out loud, the sound making Brisket open one eye lazily, looking up at Glen from his perch on his chest.

It’s not easy to keep up drinking tolerance when you’re not allowed to drink for 80% of the year you know

The typing bubbles appear again, Glen watching his screen intently.

Ah, excuses, excuses. Perhaps you need to learn to break the rules?

Glen bites his bottom lip as he grins, her cheeky quips amusing him.

Sounds like you’re being a bad influence, Billie.

Me? I would never 😇

Glen laughs again.

So no magic cures for me then?

Her reply comes only a second later.

Hmm, I find coffee and a walk in the sun is usually my go to

Glen chuckles again, reaching down to pat Brisket, thinking about his answer for a moment before he types.

Is that what you’ll be doing today?

A photo suddenly appears in their messages from Billie - it shows a large mug of coffee held in one hand, with bare legs outstretched and crossed at the ankles underneath. From the looks of it she’s sitting on a deck, a pool in the background with bright turquoise coloured water reflecting off the morning sun.

Well I’ve got the coffee part sorted already.

I’ll take Nugget for a walk a little later though, probably to the beach if the weather stays like this?

Glen’s breath hisses, an instant question forming in his mind from her message. He’s typing his reply before he can even really think about it, ignoring the hesitation from the part of his brain that thinks he’s being too forward as he presses send.

Any chance you’d like some company for that walk? I’d like to test your hangover theory, and Brisket needs his exercise

He snaps a quick photo of Brisket snoozing on his chest, his chin resting peacefully on his paws, sending it along with his message.

Glen feels his heart race as he sees the typing bubbles appear, seconds suddenly feeling like hours as he stares at their chat. He doesn’t realise that he’s holding his breath until her reply pops up on the screen, an exhale falling from him and his mouth stretching into a grin as he reads.

All of a sudden he’s got Saturday plans too - hangover headache be damned.

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Billie

“You ready for this Nugget?” Billie asks, looking in her rearview mirror at Nugget’s happily panting face in the backseat.

She half smiles when he sees that he’s not even paying attention to her, ears and eyes instead glued to the window and looking out at his favourite place.

Billie looks back in the mirror again, checking her reflection. She’s just come from pilates class, her long hair tied back in a high ponytail and falling down over her shoulder. She’s wearing a pair of cornflower blue, high waisted shorts and matching sports bra - the colour contrasting brightly against her golden skin, a cropped white t-shirt over the top that teases just a glimpse of her toned abdomen whenever she moves a certain way.

Billie knew she looked good - her love for all things fitness meant that she was confident in the thicker, sculpted shape of her body. Her average week consisted of multiple pilates classes, weights sessions and runs, not to mention her frequent hours in the gym with her clients and athletes at work. Still, even with that confidence, she’s painfully aware of the new flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach, a tiny part of her brain suddenly second guessing her outfit choice to meet with one of the most handsome men she’s ever met.

Billie pushes her thoughts aside and lets out a breath, putting on her sunglasses and getting out of the car.

She’s down on the sand, throwing a tennis ball into the waves and smiling as Nugget goes crashing into the water after the ball, when she hears a small bark that makes her turn to look over her shoulder. Her breath catches in her throat as soon as she sees him walking towards her, her heart racing as he smiles his utterly gorgeous smile back at her.

“Hey there darlin’”

His silky Texan voice makes her want to swoon out loud, nearly as much as the view of his delicious, muscled shoulders in the black muscle tank he’s wearing does. She’s immediately thankful she’s wearing her sunglasses so her gaze can linger a second longer without being noticed, her eyes running over his toned, golden biceps. God.

A white trucker cap sits backwards on his head, his sandy brown hair peeking out messily underneath. He looks classic, all-American and insanely handsome, Billie forgetting how to speak for just a moment.

“Hey yourself” she replies after a beat, swallowing thickly when he steps forward and leans in to kiss her cheek.

“I know you’ve already had one today” he says when he steps away, holding up a tray of coffee cups Billie’s only just noticed he’s holding, “But I thought I’d go out on a limb and get you one anyway”

Billie laughs, raising an eyebrow. “Why are there four though?”

Glen shrugs adorably, his pale green eyes crinkling as he smiles. “I realised I didn’t know your coffee order, so I decided to get options” he explains, gesturing with his free hand to the coffee cups, “Plus, I know how good the coffee is in Australia compared to here so I figured I better get you something good”.

Billie laughs, shrugging her shoulders in blatant agreement as he points out a latte, a double cappuccino and an Americano. She points at the latte and smiles when he hands her the cup, watching as he takes the Americano for himself and bends to put the tray on the ground.

“And this must be Brisket!” Billie remarks suddenly, having momentarily forgotten about him, bending to Glen’s feet to pat the tiny tan and white dog.

She’s not at all used to such a small dog, and she can’t help but compare the size of Brisket’s head to Nugget’s. Her hand covers his entire face, his petite nose no bigger than the top part of her thumb. She grins when Brisket licks her hand, his tag wagging furiously and shaking his entire body.

“You are just adorable” Billie coos, moving to scratch his belly and laughing when he immediately rolls over onto his back, one of his back legs suddenly kicking when Billie hits a spot near his chest.

Glen laughs, the sound echoing in Billie’s ears.

“Seems you’ve got a fan”.

Billie laughs again as she stands, wiping her hands on her legs, shrugging her shoulders as she looks up at Glen. “It’s easy when you know the right spots to scratch”.

Glen chuckles at that, Billie smiling over at him as she takes a sip of her coffee.

“And I take it that’s Nugget?” Glen asks, pointing out at the shore behind her.

Billie turns in time to see Nugget on his way back to her, bounding happily along the sand with the tennis ball held firmly in his mouth. She looks back at Glen and nods, gesturing with her head towards Nugget.

“Brace yourself, he forgets his size sometimes”.

As if on cue Nugget comes charging over and stops only inches from Billie’s feet, dropping the ball and shaking his saturated fur with zero regard for his close proximity. Billie yells and Glen laughs, neither of them reacting in time to avoid the shower of salty, wet-dog water. Nugget pants happily, seemingly unphased by what he’s done, Brisket darting forward and straining on his leash to meet his new golden friend.

“Oh my god Nugget!” Billie says exasperated, wiping salty water drops off her t-shirt and flashing Glen an apologetic smile, “I’m so sorry. You’d think by now that I’d be used to that, or at least be quick enough to dodge his shakes”.

Glen shakes his head and laughs, wiping the water droplets from his arms. “It’s really okay. I should have seen that coming too”.

Billie shakes her head and wipes her hands, looking down at the two dogs as they sniff each other curiously. Their tails wag happily, sniffing and inspecting each other in that way that dogs do, Billie and Glen looking on like proud parents watching their children make friends on their first day of school.

“Nugget, be gentle buddy” Billie says sternly when Nugget drops his front legs and wiggles his bum in the air like he’s ready to pounce, Brisket letting out a high pitched bark and copying the bigger dog’s play stance.

Glen bends to unclip Brisket’s leash and in a flash the two dogs are off, racing down the sand towards the water and darting in and out of the crashing waves. He stands up and takes a sip of his coffee, Billie and Glen standing together and watching their dogs in a moment of comfortable silence.

Billie can’t help but smile as she watches on, still not quite believing the reality of her Saturday afternoon - standing on a beach drinking coffee with a gorgeous celebrity, their dogs playing out in front like the best of friends. It was certainly not the afternoon she’d envisioned, but it was definitely shaping up to be better than she’d thought.

“How’s the head by the way? Feeling better than this morning?” Billie asks without looking at Glen, acutely aware of how close he’s standing to her.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Glen’s lips part into a grin.

“Better now actually”.

“I told you the sunshine helps” Billie replies, watching as Nugget crashes into the waves before turning to look at Brisket, the small dog standing on the safety of sand and barking loudly at his new friend.

“Might be, but I think it's more likely because of something else”.

Billie raises an eyebrow, turning to him to ask what he means, only to find that he’s already looking at her with an effortlessly sexy smile on his face. It takes her a second to realise he’s talking about her, her face warming at the realisation.

Oh.

Brisket sprints back towards them, Nugget catching up within seconds - two of his strides equaling ten of Brisket’s. Nugget stops short when he reaches Billie, pushing his big bear head into Billie’s leg before taking an interest in Glen when he bends down to greet him.

“Hey bud” Glen says as he ruffles Nugget’s now even wetter fur, Billie watching from above and chewing on her bottom lip. For her, watching guys with dogs was the equivalent of watching a man hold a baby. It did things to her.

“So, just so I know for next time” Glen says when the dogs race off to the water again, Billie momentarily distracted by the way his biceps move as he shifts to sit on the sand beside her, “What is your actual coffee order?”

Billie laughs as she looks down at him, unable to hide her smile. “Next time?”

Glen grins up at her, and it takes everything Billie has not let out an actual moan. It should be illegal to have a smile like that.

“I’m very much hoping there’s going to be a next time” he says, patting the sand next to him and encouraging her to sit.

All of a sudden she feels like she’s sixteen again, feeling her chest warm and her cheeks heat, like she’s talking to her high school crush. She clears her throat, and readjusts her sunglasses, bending to sit down beside him. She’s even more aware of the less than three inches of space between them, the scent of his warm, earthy cologne suddenly filling her nose. She chews on the inside of her cheek, her lips tugging into a smile she can’t control.

“Well, I guess you weren’t far off really” Billie says after a moment, stretching her legs out in front of her and taking a sip of her coffee, “A latte usually, though I typically get a shot of vanilla or caramel because I like it a little sweeter”.

Glen nods, like he’s making a mental note, tapping his fingers on his coffee cup. “Which do you prefer?”.

Billie shrugs. “I like surprises”.

Glen laughs, a gorgeous grin splitting his face and Billie forces herself to look away and back out at the dogs.

“How were your friends this morning? Hungover?” Glen asks, the thought of her girlfriends making Billie laugh.

She thinks back to when she’d left Bec’s house this morning, her and Sloane significantly worse for wear as she’d said goodbye. Bec had all but groaned from her spot on the couch, barely looking up at her when Billie had bent to drop a kiss to her hungover friend’s head. Sloane hadn’t been much better herself, nursing a third mug of coffee and holding it to her face as if the caffeine would somehow absorb into her head that way.

“They were a little dusty, that’s for sure” Billie says with an amused smile, “They both couldn’t believe I was going to do a pilates class when I left this morning”.

Glen raises an eyebrow as he takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you do pilates often?”

Billie nods. “About two to three times a week. I love it. Have you done it before?”.

Glen scoffs, an almost pained expression painting his face before he flashes his teeth in an amused grin.

“Pilates is the worst. I mean, it’s great, but my god is it painful” he says, shaking his head, “I’ll admit it makes my ass look real good though”.

Billie drops her head back and laughs out loud, feeling Glen’s eyes on her as she does.

“Just pilates? Do you do anything else?”

“A few weights sessions here and there, a few runs as well” Billie says looking down at her coffee cup and then over at Glen, “Because I work with athletes I kind of need to be fit, or at least be able to do what they do to some degree. There’s no use me teaching them how to squat or sprint properly if I can’t do it myself you know?”.

Glen nods, and Billie can't help the way she smiles from the look he’s giving her. What she wouldn’t give to be able to read his thoughts right now.

“What about you? How often do you work out?” Billie asks, glancing out at the dogs and smiling when she sees Brisket chasing Nugget through the sand.

“Well, more if I have a project coming up, and more again if there’s a shirtless scene in it” Glen says, his lips curling into a grin when Billie laughs, “But usually four or five times a week. I try to run most days, and then do some weights work either at home or with my trainer”.

“You have a gym at home? I’m so jealous”.

Glen nods.

“I have a few pieces. But I prefer to get out and go to the gym where I can. I'll either go to my trainer’s gym in the city when I'm with him, or I'll go to Alo”.

Billie had heard about the Alo gym. It was an exclusive, members only club in the heart of downtown LA. It was stocked with all manner of sleek black, brand new equipment, and had just about every service you could think of - from on-site massage and wellness treatments to temporary PA's that would press and fold your clothes or get you whatever coffee order you wanted while you worked out. You could only go if you were invited to train there, which made itt ever popular with most celebrities and influencers. Billie had always wanted to see inside and experience it for herself, but she knew that was never going to happen.

“I've heard of Alo before. Looks like such an amazing gym” Billie comments, both her and Glen letting out a laugh when Brisket runs and tackles Nugget up ahead.

“It's pretty cool. I usually take Brisket with me when I go” Glen says, looking back over at Billie with a knowing grin, “You should come with me sometime. We could do a pilates session and you can laugh when I cry my way through it”.

Billie laughs again, more so when she pictures Glen groaning his way through the many poses and exercises she does regularly throughout the week.

“I'd like that”.

Glen grins at her, the look in his soft green eyes stealing the breath from Billie's throat.

“Me too”.

They fall into comfortable conversation after that, questions and answers flowing easily just like they had at the concert yesterday. Billie finds herself quickly becoming enamoured with Glen, with the way he listens to her so intently, with the way he looks back at her as she speaks. He asks her about home and she tells him about her family in Charlestown, a city in New South Wales, Australia. She tells him about her family - her older brother Bradley and his wife Jordyn, and her nephew and niece Harrison and Kiara. She tells him about her mum and dad - her dad, a now retired Captain in the Australian Navy, and about the rest of her big, loud, extended family.

Glen, in turn, tells her about his own family back home in Texas, about his parents and his two sisters, and his twin niece and nephew Gwen and Witt. Billie can’t help the involuntary smile that takes over her face as she listens to him, the love and passion he has for his family more than evident in his voice.

“Actually they came down to visit me while I was filming in Australia last year” Glen remarks with a happy grin, Billie’s own smile now seemingly permanent on her face as she looks at him.

“Yeah?”

Glen nods. “We were filming in Sydney, for maybe three months? The whole family came down and stayed with me, made a vacation out of it. It was incredible really, Sydney is insane, I mean, just Australia in general, it’s an amazing place”.

Billie looks back down at her coffee cup, suddenly feeling nostalgic for home. Her last visit home had been for Christmas last year - a trip she had done every single year since she’d moved to LA. She was fortunate enough that her boss was incredible, allowing her to take a few weeks of vacation leave to go home for Christmas each year. It was one of the reasons why, even after seven years, she was still working at the same place. That, and the fact that she loved her boss and the rest of the team she worked with.

Glen pulls out his phone and Billie watches as he swipes through some photos, turning his phone around and leaning closer to show her the screen. She’s momentarily distracted by his even closer proximity, forgetting how to breathe when his cologne clouds her nose. She closes her eyes for a split second forcing herself to concentrate, before pulling her sunglasses down and looking closely at the screen.

Glen flips through a sequence of photos, various shots of people who Billie reasons have to be Glen’s family, all of them smiling, laughing and posing for the camera. It’s a typical montage of family vacation shots, the kids swimming in the pool, Glen holding his niece and nephew above his head, a group shot of all of them standing on a pristine beach. There’s a few selfies of Glen that she recognises from looking through his Instagram this morning, one with him standing next to a koala, and another of him standing beside an older man, the same smile on both of their faces.

“That has to be your dad” Billie points out, her smile growing when Glen nods with a laugh, “You look exactly the same. That’s going to be you in twenty years”.

Glen points out the rest of his family members in the photos, his mother with her warm, kind eyes, and his two sisters, Lauren and Leslie, also sharing the same smile as Glen and his father. It isn’t hard to see that they’re all related, even his niece and nephew, both blonde and light eyed just like their uncle.

Glen swipes to the next photo - a background scene she recognises as the familiar Taronga Zoo, a place she’s taken her own niece and nephew on countless occasions back home. It’s another group selfie of Glen and his family, Billie recognising actress Sydney Sweeney on the right of the group smiling her signature gorgeous grin.

Of course.

Like a light bulb has gone off in her brain, Billie deduces that the family trip must have been when Glen was filming a rom-com movie last year. She remembers hearing that it was being filmed not far from her home in Australia, recalling the TV ads and passing billboards she’d seen advertising it around Christmas time. She hasn’t yet seen it, but she remembers Bec telling her it was funny and worth a watch.

Billie also remembers hearing about Glen and a potential affair with Sydney Sweeney during the filming, rumours that Shanya, one of her younger colleagues at work had told her about one day. Shanya was forever telling Billie about current celebrity gossip, talking to her as if Billie knew all the Hollywood stars personally.

For a second, she can’t help but think about the rumours, wondering if there was any truth to them after all.

“So would you go again?” Billie asks when Glen finishes swiping through the photos, pushing her sunglasses back onto her face as she looks at him.

“In a heartbeat” Glen replies instantly, Billie barely finishing her question, “My only issue is the flight time. It’s so far away”.

Billie laughs out loud, more than familiar with the sixteen hour, long haul flight time.

“And then there’s the jet lag”

Glen throws his head back and groans audibly, a sound that makes Billie chuckle in amusement.

“My God, the jet lag. It took me a good three days to get over it when we first got there”.

Billie grins in agreement.

“Every time I go home I think I’ll be fine, but sure enough three days later I’m still wide awake at three AM while everyone else is sound asleep”.

They both laugh again - Billie’s soft and musical and Glen’s deep and throaty, the two settling into comfortable silence moments later. The dogs are still playing up ahead, endless energy as they bound and chase after one another in the sand.

The sun shines down and warms Billie's skin, the relaxing sound of the crashing waves up ahead like ambient background music in her mind. It's a gorgeous day - cooler than yesterday's relentless Summer heat, but still warm. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of the sun warming her face, feeling content and at ease as she sits on the sand. She wonders how much of it has to do with the man beside her, opening her eyes and stealing a sideways glance over at him.

Billie lets out a silent breath.

He’s so god damn handsome.

As if he’s aware that she’s thinking of him, Glen turns to face her, gorgeous eyes soft as he offers a smile that makes Billie’s insides feel like melted chocolate. They look back at each other for a moment, each studying each other without words, Billie still not quite believing that she's sitting here on the beach with this unbelievably handsome man.

“So, what’s on for the rest of your day?”

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Dire 8

Summary: In the midst of Crowley’s attempt to keep you in line, a random passerby witnessed you burst his head with a simple breath.

(Hmmm horror time. I need horror. And more Dire Crowley. And horror for Dire Crowley. Kinda messy and all over the place honestly. Excuse that.)

You are… a very strange addition to say the least. To anyone that barely knew you, that only took light glances on your everyday routine, you were weak. Not the frail, pathetic kind of weak you’d see in people like Shiloh/Tul’Veith, but the boring kind.

It’s easy to look over you. Easy to ignore and just leave be because there isn’t a point in messing with someone that a lot of people liked. You were already the dog of the Headmage and nobody wants to risk getting expelled.

Well, at least that’s what this one student from Heartslabyul thought about you. He wasn’t one to hurt anyone but he does like to heckle just a little bit. Nothing too bad. He can’t help it. The stress of dealing with his Housewarden gets to him sometimes.

He wasn’t looking for you. You were the last thing on his mind, but the combined voices of Headmage Crowley and yours ended up catching his attention as he passed through the halls.

The student paused and hid his body behind a corner.

Pages of a floating book flipped before the mask of Headmage Dire Crowley.

“Lately,” the book closed with an echoing thump, “I’ve been finding more and more of these strange books inside the library. You wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with it, would you?”

His claws tapped against his cane as he gestured for the book to float right over his shoulder, as though he didn’t trust you enough to be close to it.

You didn’t look any different than the times he’s shared class with you. You’re still smiling, still with that straight back and stable footing, as though threats simply didn’t exist. As though you felt you were equal to the mages-in-training.

It’s annoying, but the student had better things to do than put you in your place. Besides, the way you stared and the almost mechanical timing of your blinks was just… gross? Uncomfortable? Unnatural. Yeah, unnatural.

“Yes, actually,” you clapped your hands, congratulating him in a way that just came off as mocking no matter which angle the student looked at it, “they’re nothing more than my notes I paid to be made into actual books. The club I established is full of wonderful talents, don’t you think?”

“And what do you hope to gain from sneaking them into Night Raven College’s library? It’s not a place for handmade things such as yours.”

It wasn’t anger. Nothing smoldering like that, but it registered as an accusation nonetheless. Suspicion from a man that is the definition of suspicious himself. These strange creatures and events that center themselves around this college don’t hold the Headmage’s focus. Well, that’s not quite right. It’s more Headmage Crowley wants to ignore everything going on, as though it doesn’t matter to him.

Knowing him from the reputation that’s been whispered by his peers and friends, Headmage Crowley was probably passing off all these problems to you. From what he hears, you don’t really have a choice and are a student by his “mercy.” Ugh, sucks to be on that end of the stick.

“If you’re wondering, it’s nothing horrible. I’m not out to curse anyone or break anything. Knowledge is power and I intend to spread it.” The air around you never changed. It was as light as ever. “They will need it.”

“What they need is the ability to harness their potential on their own. In my eyes, this is clearly a ploy to recruit more people into this ‘club’ of yours. And from what I’ve seen, it’s been working. And I’m asking you to stop before I reach the ends of my mercy.”

… the student has seen those covers before. A pile of them really, right on his roommate’s desk, stacked high up like a tower. He just thought it was the latest hot book.

“Dire Crowley,” you leaned forward, thinning your eyes as though gazing at him with fondness, “Don’t blink.”

And you breathed out, gently, as though putting out a flame. And like an artist violently smearing paint across an empty canvas, Dire Crowley’s head splattered into the air. His body careened back but never fell over, as though a puppet string was tied into his spine.

It was a gore puzzle made real. The skin of his neck ripped jaggedly from the jaw, pieces of bone lazily spun and floated in the air, and the student caught the eyes beneath the mask still rolling around in their sockets. Trapped in a moment in time.

The student was sewn in place. He couldn’t run. He can’t.

“Look at your head,” you stroked a string of bloody brain matter as it refused to obey gravity’s command, “filled to the brim with dreams. Bursting with possibilities. You would make a fine meal or a fine friend for any of my kin.”

You breathed in and everything slotted back into place. Headmage Crowley was upright once more before he wasn’t.

He fell to his knees, dropping his cane in favor of his face, his head. He dug his nails into his skull, as though trying to find the lines were his skull came apart, but you reached down and pried his claws out.

He made himself bleed.

“Oh don’t be so worried, I didn’t actually give you death,” you waved the idea away with a smile, “I’m simply… sharing a memory. Interesting, right? The ways the body can die with the breath of a monster.”

“What…” Headmage Crowley looked at you, gulped, but didn’t demand more.

“We have the same goal: we both wish for these students to grasp at their own potential. Of course, my method is a little more… invasive than most, but it’s needed. They need to prepare, because with these visitors, death becomes a luxury. So I ask that these books stay, so that these students may still find a way to return to themselves.”

You had cast a glance over his way, and that's all the permission needed for the student to stumble on his feet and run far away from there.

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ENHYPEN Mini Series

E N H Y P E N as Greek Myths

HADES & PERSEPHONE

pairings: jake sim x reader

synopsis: as you caught jake sim’s attention, he couldn’t stop himself for wanting for you to be his and so he kidnaps you and took you to a place far from the people you love.

word count: 10k

important note: i originally planned to write enhypen as greek gods but then i didn’t find some love stories that i like so i end up using some love stories that aren’t greek gods. also these are like modern versions of greek mythology love stories.

warnings: grammar errors, kidnapping, mafia!jake, curses. let me know if i missed some!

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“This is fucking boring.” Jake uttered under his breath before taking another sip from his wine while roaming his intimidating eyes around these people.

He heard the person beside him, his friend, chuckling. “I see you’re enjoying very much.” he teased that made him roll his eyes while he slid one of his hand inside his pocket, the other still holding his glass of wine.

He kept his placid expression over his face while watching the guests around interact with each other. To be invited at this gatherings was nothing new for the young man, but to actually be present to them is what is rare.

If you’ll ask Jake what he hates the most, he’s answer would be humans. Funny, since he’s part of the community he hates the most. It’s just he thinks the main source of evilness in this world is none other than humans themselves. They can be very deceiving.

“Come on dude, it’s Jay’s birthday. Try to be a supportive friend and show that you’re happy to be here.” Sunghoon have his usual smirk as he say those words to his friend. If Jake hates crowds, his two best friends sure loves it. He doesn’t even understand why he’s friends with them at the first place. They have a lot of differences.

“Isn’t my presence enough? He asked me to come, not to enjoy.” he deadpans which made his friend chuckle, clearly having a great time seeing him slowly losing his cool.

Sunghoon taps his shoulders, “Chill, dude. Loosen up a bit.”

He rolled his eyes off from his friend and back to the crowd of people who’s interacting with each other. He felt disgusted just by watching them flashing those fake smiles and talk about whatever shits they were blabbering. It’s pathetic how they all act like they all get along well and won’t point gun at each other when things go downhill.

That’s the thing about people, they’re good at pretending. In this world, Jake never met a single pure soul. All of them are deceiving, cruel and selfish.

He was still roaming his eyes when it settled and stopped at the unfamiliar pretty face that caught his attention. Jake was at dazed, seeing you smiling and laughing at the person next to you. For the first time after a long time, he actually found himself admiring somebody.

“Hoon,” he called the attention of his friend. “who is she?” he added, eyes not leaving you.

Sunghoon glanced at his friend, confused at first but as he heard his question, his eyes turned curious while following his line of sight. A playful smirk appears over his lips, “Oh her? She’s y/n. The heiress of Chois.” he said then glanced back to his friend.

He doesn’t exactly know what to feel to see him actually interested over someone. It was new for him since his friends were always drowned with work and usually hate interacting with people. This is actually a good step for him so he kind of feel glad for him.

Sunghoon decided to be more helpful and give more informatios he knows about you in hope that Jake will get more interested towards you without actually realizing the other young man was already down bad. The other information that his friend continued blabbering was just a background music for him. All he can think about was your name and your beautiful face and how he wanted you all for himself.

“Jake?” he calls out his attention when he noticed how he’s not listening at all.

He lets out an amused chuckle, “Dude what the fuck? I can’t believe you’re being lovesick at somebody you just saw.” he joked but Jake was too occupied to even listen to him.

Jake finally managed to snap out of his trance and he gazed away, taking another sip from his wine. He avoided taking glance to his friend who’s already ready to tease him bad. He knew him very well so he tried his best not to look at him.

“Do you need help getting introduced?” he asked that caught Jake into the trap. He quickly glanced to his friend which he regrets pretty much quickly. He was giving him those annoying teasing smile.

“Dude, you’re ridiculous! Are you being serious right now? I’m telling Jay.” he said continuously that made him irritable.

‘Can he stop being annoying just for once?’ says Jake’s inner thoughts.

“Fuck you.” he cursed his friend only to be responded with a chuckle.

He found himself staring at you once again, admiring your beauty, completely clueless about the pair of eyes watching you carefully. Jake’s thoughts were filled by a lot of things but one thing’s clear for him, he wanted you for himself. He will do anything to have you. Anything.

It was obvious how he’s down bad to you that it wasn’t a surprise anymore for his friends to heard from him sooner. They were summoned here on Jay’s office because apparently, their friend, Jake, needs help with something.

“Didn’t you heard what I just said?” his friend’s tone was amused while looking at Jake. He kept his thoughts altogether, ignoring the fact that they are now making fun of him right after he said he still wants you.

“She’s already arranged with somebody else.” Jay repeats himself like as if Jake didn’t heard him the first time. It made the latter annoyed as he clicked his tongue at the side of his cheeks.

Sunghoon was smirking while watching Jake get all pissy after hearing about you being arranged by someone named ‘Nicholas’. They don’t know who that was and honestly, he’s somehow thanking him because they got the chance to see pissed off Jake.

“Didn’t you heard me too? I said I don’t fucking care.” Jake deadpans before running his hand over to his hair, trying to calm himself.

Jay lets out a heartly laugh as he rest his back at his swivel chair, watching Jake carefully. He couldn’t believe this day would come. The day where Jake Sim will be interested with a girl— no, scratch that, he’s down bad.

“Dude, its the Choi’s we’re talking about okay? I bet they already made the arrangements because of business merging. I can’t remember you owning something align with Hotels and Restaurants?” Jay trying to punch some senses back into their friend’s mind.

Jake taps his shoes impatiently at Jay’s office floor. “Yeah, Jay’s right dude. I heard these marriages are hard to stop once arranged. You wouldn’t get her.” Sunghoon said with a playful smirk. Jake glanced at him with that cold stares, unamused.

“Unless you kidnap her and take her somewhere nobody will find the two of you.” he added. Jake’s mind wandered off, really considering the idea his friend just gave him.

“Hoon!” Jay spats, “Did you just gave our friend an idea?”

The accused person laughs, “What? I’m trying to be a good friend here.” he tried defending himself. Jay shakes his head and looked back at Jake’s direction. He was obviously spacing out, like carefully plotting something inside that pretty mind of his. Whatever it is, Jay’s pretty sure its something not good.

He sighs, “Jake, don’t tell me you actually consider that? Come on, you’re smarter than this.”

“Hey, what’s that suppose to mean?” Sunghoon commented only to earn a short glare from Jay, silently telling him to shut his mouth.

“Jay...” Jake finally snapped out from his trance and he calls his friend’s attention.

Both of them turned their heads at his direction only to see him thinking deeply, “Is the island you were offering to me a month ago still available?” he asks that made Sunghoon smirking and Jay sighing heavily.

“Your Father is here, Ms. Y/n.” your eyes shifts from all your piled paper works towards the intercom after hearing your secretary’s voice.

A sigh left your lips as your hand trailed lazily towards it to press the button, “Let him in.” you said quickly and you heard a faint knocks from your office door moments after.

Soon enough, you saw your Father entering your office with his usual work clothes. You pushed yourself away from your table to freely stood up and greet him. He laid his arms, beckoning for an embrace which you gladly gave into.

“How are you sweetheart?” he asked and even placed a kiss at the crown of your head.

You pulled away to flash a small smile at him, “Busy. I have a lot of proposals to review and some of them are actually scheduled at the end of the week so I have no choice but to finish them.” you said hinting that you a lot over your plate.

Your Father flashes you his usual half-smile, “I hope you’re not overworking yourself?” a worried tone lingers through his voice.

You pressed your lips together, “Don’t worry, Dad. I’m making sure I have enough sleep.”

He nodded his head, satisfied with your answer. You offered the visitor chair for him to sat down and even asked your secretary to get you guys some teas. As you watch him settle himself down, you can’t help but to feel your stomach wrench in worry.

Your Father is a very busy man. Even if you often see each other at home and he visits you at your office, you’re pretty sure he didn’t came all the way here just to check on you. Time is very precious for him.

After your secretary gave you space, you saw how your Dad watches you with his strict eyes. You can’t help but to gulp and feel a bit nervous about it. He may be very sweet, but he’s a strict Father as well. He wants everything to be in their right places. You grew up with having your whole future planned ahead of you. It is pretty suffocating, you must admit.

He always tells you that everything he does is for your own good. All he wants for you is a perfect life. At the back of your mind, you wanted to protest, but you know that you’re not brave enough to go against your parents.

“How was your date with Nicholas?” he asks pretty directly.

A sigh made it out from your lips the moments he broke the silence with that question. He was referring to the past dinner they arranged with Nicholas. He’s suppose to be the man promised to you. It was obviously a marriage for convenience and you’re against about it. Totally against.

“It was good, Dad.” you shortly answered, doesn’t really want to talk about it. One of his brows raised as he halt his hand from taking his tea near his lips. He was staring at you like as if telling you that what you said wasn’t enough for him, like he’s expecting more precise details.

You glanced down at your cup of tea. Thoughts inside your mind mixed up and shuffled, unable to arrange the situations consecutively in a way that will sooth your Father’s curiosity.

“Y/n...” he sighs and put down his cup. Your eyes snapped at him. “You know that we want you and Nicholas to get to know each other more before we officially announced your engagement, right?”

You lowered your head and finger played at the handle of your cup, trying to absorb whatever lecture your Father was trying to give you.

You aren’t really afraid to speak up to him. Even if he’s strict and intimidating, he raised you to be somebody with principles and the confidence to voice out whatever that is that you want to say. You’re contemplating to talk not because you’re afraid, but more on you’re too tired trying to make him understand.

You get it that they just wants the best for you, but can’t they just let you decide for yourself just for once? They’ve been controlling your whole life ever since you can remember. From which school to study, which course to take, how you dresses and acts. All of it, your parents were the one to decide for them. Can’t you have the freedom to choose the person you want to marry?

This is marriage they’ll trying to get you into. It’s not just something shallow. It’s a lifetime commitment. You were thinking that you can maybe like marry someone you really love. Atleast that they can give you.

“I think we have too many differences, Dad.” you opened up to your Father, hoping they can finally get the hint that you don’t want to push this marriage.

You lifted your head to look at his expression and as expected, he doesn’t looked too pleased at what he just heard. You kept your stares at your Father, letting him know that you are serious.

“You asked me to try and I am trying, Dad. It’s just, I told you we won’t work because—”

“Then try harder.” he cut you off, dismissing whatever that is that you wanted to point out. Your shoulder fell in dismay because once again, your thoughts were unheard.

“This is not just for the company, but also for—”

“For me...” you were the one to finish his own sentence. Pretty familiar already that you didn’t even find it hard to guess what his ending words were.

You sighed frustratingly, “Dad, don’t you trust me with the company? I can make this company going and even make it grow on my own. Please have some faith to your daughter.” you begged.

He clenched his jaw, unamused. He doesn’t seem fazed about what he heard from you as well.

“I know your skills and I know you’re good but the merging will work wonders in both companies.”

You glanced away and put your cup back at the table, losing hope that he would get your point. He did the same thing before he stared right at your eyes, now with more seriousness.

“Nicholas will pick you up later after your work. Don’t disappoint me, Y/n. You need this marriage.” he stated with firmness over his tone.

It made you clench your fist a bit, minds slowly going blank. He stood up and slightly tugged his tuxedo, staring down at you. He’s not very happy at what he heard from you, but he knows you’ll do as he say. You’re his daughter anyway, you are to follow his orders.

“I will leave now and let you resume to your works.” he walked closer and placed a kiss at your head.

You smiled a little, unsincere. He left afterwards and you don’t even know how long you were spacing out after he did. The thoughts inside your mind were playing with how would it be nice to live your life outside the shadows of your parents. How wonderful would it be if you can decide and choose for yourself.

After finally getting over that stressful talk with your Dad, you went back to work. You tried drowning yourself to the piles of proposals in order to shove that thought away from your mind. Just by thinking that you’ll be out from the office a few hours later and will meet Nicholas makes you feel a bit frustrated.

Nicholas is very nice, too nice actually for your liking. He’s also very considerate and a gentlemen. If you’ll be asked, he is an ideal. You just don’t understand why you can’t get yourself to like him.

You lets out a sigh and rested your back at your swivel chair, giving up on reading more of the proposals. You’re not processing any of it properly. In order not to mess it up, you decided to call it a day and leave work.

It was a bit earlier than your usual out, but its fine. You left a text message to Nicholas to pick you up at your condo instead since you’ll be there instead of your office by the time he’s done for work.

The familiar ting of the elevator chimed while you wait for his reply. Your head raised and you saw that there are already two people inside. Even if you find it a little weird how they’re both similarly dressed in a black suit, you walked inside to join them.

The unknowing feeling occupied your system as your heart hammered a bit. Maybe you’re just overthinking things and because of the stressful conversation with your Dad, your emotions were a mess.

You shrugged it off and stared at your phone. As the elevator go down, it wasn’t stopping at any floors. You thought that since its too early for the employees to out from their works thats why none of them are using the lift.

But your heart started to hammer once again when the elevator opened for the first time after you entered it.

Your eyes settled at this beautiful man standing right in front of the elevator. He wasn’t familiar at all. His black hair was pushed back giving more access for you to see his pretty face, his nose pointed, eyes half-lidded and the pretty cupid bows emphasized his pinkish plump lips. He was breath-taking.

When he fixed his coat, that's when you finally snapped back to reality. Feeling all flustered after realizing you probably stared at the man and he saw you gawking at him. You decided to glance away, stepping out from your trance.

He went inside and stood right beside you, his manly scent invading your nose instantly. It was somewhat addicting even if it was the first time to smell it and you’re not sure how to describe how it smelled like.

The elevator ride felt like years, but you can’t even complain. You can still feel your heart racing while remembering about his pretty face. You’ve never seen someone as attractive as the man standing beside you. How can somebody with face like his walks at the surface of the earth without you even knowing?

Eventually, the silence was slowly suffocating you that you started to wish the elevator will arrive the ground floor faster. You got over with admiring him and the uneasy feeling resumed.

“You’re out early today.”

You snapped your head at his direction when he broke the silence. He twist his head slightly to meet your eyes.

“I w-was not feeling well so...” you were even stuttering as those stares almost made your knees give up. You stopped mid-way on what you were saying when you came into realization.

“How did you know this isn’t my usual out from work?” you voice out your thoughts clearly for him.

The person in front of you looked very relaxed that even after you asked him that with tone full of suspicion, he doesn’t seem to be bothered about it. He smirked and roamed his eyes around your face, admiring how pretty you looked right now.

Jake can see how your face are slowly reflecting a worried expression, brows furrowing and gulping multiple times. God, you are gorgeous. He couldn’t get enough of you and today was the day he decided to execute his plan.

“Did you say good bye to your Dad, baby?” he asked, totally ignoring your accusing question towards him.

Your hands shake as you felt cold sweat showers you. “W-What do you mean? How did you know my Dad went to see me a while ago?” you choked on your own breath after making out those questions for him.

He didn’t break from the eye contact, eyes still darted at you with so much adoration. It was overflowing that you can almost see them clearly. It scared you right away and you start to realize that the uneasy feeling you felt moments ago was right.

You glanced at the two black suited man inside. You assumed they’re with him since they’re clearly unbothered about the situation. You clenched your jaw.

Your guards went up when he slightly stretched his arm to reach your face. Quickly, you swat it away and tried looking at him with a brave stare. Jake felt all of him reacted just by the short contact of skin. His smirked grew wider as his heart tumps.

“Who are you?”

Excitement flickers through his eyes. He’s starting to feel more thrilled. To actually see you closely and talk to you made him believe that you are real. And that you will soon be his.

“You’ll know soon. We have a lot of time...” he stated.

You were speechless, mind clouded with so many questions and heart racing out of fear. At that very moment, you knew he was trouble and that something bad will happen.

“Did you say good-bye to your Dad?”

Your stomach wrenches as your heart fell at his next question.

“W-Why?” you took a step back and he didn’t reacted. He seemed very relax. Like even if you try doing something right now, he can easily come up with a solution and have you handled in seconds.

“Because you won’t be seeing them for a while.”

He smiled. Beautiful. If it was a different scenario, you would’ve admired him sincerely. You knew it was really something the moment you saw how handsome he is. It was somehow already suspicious.

As your heart raced in an uncomfortable pace, you tried to reach for the button to press the door open, but one of the two man in black suit grabbed your wrist. Terrified, you glanced over your shoulder. The handsome man seems to be still unbothered.

You licked your lips and started screaming. He sighed and tilted his chin as a silent command to his men. Both of them took action. One holding you to prevent you from pressing the button of the elevator while the other ready a handkerchief to cover your mouth.

All three of you twist your heads over to the door when it suddenly opened at one floor. You were too busy trying to break free that you didn’t even noticed the elevator have stop at this floor.

The man at the other side was caught of guard by the scene he is currently seeing. Three men and a girl, not just any girl but the daughter of the owner of the company he’s working on.

“H-Help!” you stuttered, hope emerging from your chest.

He gulped and was about to go do something. He panicked the moment he saw one of them carrying you by their shoulder as the other one trying to make you unconscious.

He stepped closer ready to take action, but halted when Jake swiftly pulled out a gun and pointed it right at him.

“Take one more step and I’ll blow your head off.” he threatened that clearly drained the color from his face. He went pale out of fear, both feet stoned at his position.

Jake smirked before stretching his arm to press the close button. He raised his brow at the poor guy as the door of the lift slowly closed together with your eyes. You’re slowly losing your conscious and the energy to fight. The last thing you remembered is the man caressing your cheeks gently.

“How is she?” Jake asked while folding his sleeves up to his elbow. He was doing work for hours and one of his men came to get him since they said you’re already awake.

“She’s...” his men pursed his lips a bit. “...going berserk.” he continued.

Jake sighed and just head towards your room. He already expected that reaction from you and that’s the least of his concern. All he know is that he’s glad to have you under the same roof as him.

The men guarding right outside of the room opened it for him. The scene that greeted him was you standing right at the side of the bed, slouching a bit since your wrist was cuffed at the bedframe. Your raging gaze darted at him, eyes blood-shot and glaring at his direction. Jake’s adoration didn’t even got fazed about it.

“Who are you? Where am I?! My father will kill you if he knew you took me! let go!” your voice sounded a little strained due to crying too much and from all the shouting, but Jake didn’t mind. For him, its still music to his ears.

“There There, my love. Shall we take a breath and calm down?” he finally showed himself to you.

When he met your eyes directly, he already lose his mind. Jake knew that moment that abducting you was one of the greatest decisions of his life.

You looked terrified and not a slight hint of happiness can be seen from you, but that’s not important for now. What matters is that he have you here for himself.

“Who the fuck are you?!” you screamed at him, voice cracking a bit. Your thoughts were running wild together with your heartbeats. You have no idea where you at and the fact that you've been abducted by unknown people just makes it worst.

Jake sighs and glanced at his men. Without even saying anything, they all left to give boh of you space. Jake walked towards the chair and slowly dragged it a little closer to you.

You stepped back and almost hit the firm wall. It was clear you doesn’t want to be near him. It bothered Jake, of course, but he somehow understands your reaction.

He sat down. “I’m Jake Sim.”

With clenching jaw, you kept your stares at him. You're scared and his piercing gaze makes you shiver, but you can’t put yourself to look away.

“What do you want from me?”

Jake have this small smile playing through his lips. He just sat there, watching you.

“You.” he answered firmly. It made your heart hammer and stomach churn. “You’re what I want, Y/n.” he added.

His stares remained and you can feel your heart racing, ears started to block, mind clouded with so many thoughts. You can’t just process anything, not when you’re terrified, hungry and with a terrible head-ache.

You glanced away and blinked faster, tying to get a hold of yourself. The man in front of you was just silent. Watching and observing you. He’s still a bit dazed with your presence and he won’t lie, he’s overwhelmingly happy.

“I d-don’t know what you’re up to, but you’ll get in serious trouble.” you gulped, getting some air inside your lungs. “This is kidnapping!”

He pursed his lips as he raised both of his eyebrows. His expressions shows no fear on it. You have no clue who he is and how can he pull something like this, but what you’re sure of is that he’s very dangerous. You can still remember how he pointed that gun over the guy by the elevator.

“Do you think I care? I can do whatever I want.” his tone screams nothing but power and confidence. Surely.

He even managed to abduct you with no sweat right inside your own company. Of course this man is a big deal. Is he part of some syndicate? What is this a kidnap and ransom? Is he one of your Father’s rival?

Your brows furrowed as you slowly puzzled this up, or at least that’s what you thought.

“Are you after my Father’s money?” your tone sounded accusing.

Jake scoffed that offended you a bit. He smirked and tilted his head over to the side.

“I don’t fucking need your family’s money, I’m more well off than you guys.” he smirked.

“I already told you what I want.” and he even flashed you this pretty smile.

You felt blood rushing towards your cheeks and your stomach turning in an unknown reason. Smacking yourself at the back of your mind, you tried to knock some senses to you. This isn’t the right time to admire your kidnapper.

You raised your head and stared right at his eyes, masking fear to make sure to let him know you’re not fazed by him at all.

“I’m already engaged.” the time you will voice that out a bit too proudly never occurred you. Maybe the fact that you really need to get away from him forced you too.

A glimpse of darkness flickered through Jake’s expression, but he was quick to replace it with a placid look on his face. He rests his back at the chair he was sitting on and smirked at you.

“Well, you can’t officially announce an engagement without you there, right?” his tone sounded taunting.

He was right. It would make a total nonsense if you won’t be there. Jake was pleased to see your uneasy face. He caught you off-guard.

“You will get yourself killed for what you did.” this was so far the most bothersome threat you have told somebody.

Jake remained unbothered though, his eyes never flickered fear which you find amusing and concerning at the same time. He clicked his tongue at the side of his cheeks.

“My feet were already half burried the moment I became the mafia boss of my own clan, baby. It takes so much more to scare me.”

Mafia... He’s part of the mafia? You are out of words and shiver run your spine, oxygen leaving your lungs.

You aren’t dumb or ignorant. You completely know what mafias are and what they basically do. They’re bad news. People in your town fear them. They’re very dangerous and merciless.

A tear left your eyes and Jake doesn’t understand, but it makes his blood jolt in excitement. It’s been a while ever since he felt this way. He was right, you are really something.

“I will leave you for a while so you can have your rest. I’ll come back tomorrow breakfast.” he announced and stood up from the chair.

You snapped back to reality and started walking towards him. You were so eager to stop him from leaving that it actually slipped off from your mind that you are cuffed at the bed frame, causing you to pull too hard, hurting your wrist.

You winced in pain and gazed at your arm. The surrounding of your wrist was already red and you can feel pain from it. Jake stopped his steps and looked at you.

He sighed, “I will settle down the bed if you don’t want your hand to be cut off.”

You looked over your shoulder to look at him with glaring eyes. He tilted his head and slowly walked closer to you. Since you’re looking at his pretty eyes, you didn’t manage to step away from him. It was too late when it dawned that he was approaching close. He extended his arm and reached over your face, the back of his hand caressing your cheeks softly.

Once again, his eyes flickered excitement. He looked so amused that he laid his hand over your face. His eyes roamed carefully, like as if you’re something very precious and fragile.

“You’re really beautiful.” he suddenly blurted out that caught you off guard. You blushed and pulled away your face.

Jake smiled a little, enjoying his effect on you. He put both of his hands inside his pockets and watch how you avoid his gazes.

“See you tomorrow.” he bid good-bye and exits the room.

He still have this big grin over his face when he stepped out from the room. It was evident that he was in such good mood. He strides the long hallway towards his office.

The moment he enter the room, his phone rang. With furrowed brows he picked it up and answered the call, facing the window giving him the wonderful view of the beach not too far from this house.

“Yeah?”

“Have you really lost your mind?!” he can hear the frustration over his friend’s voice.

He sighed and sat down at his swivel chair. “What do you want, Jay?”

He heard him let out a gasp from the other line like as if he couldn’t believe his response. “Really? That’s what you’ll going to say to me?”

Jake didn’t respond to that and just boredly tapped his fingers over to his desk. He already knew his friend won’t spare him tonight. He’s totally against about his plans and now that he really did it, Jay can’t help but to grow a little worried for him. Jake is not the type to make such impulsive decisions, this is the first time.

“Her family are searching for you! You didn’t even try to cover yourself up?! Did you even planned it properly?”

“Who said I was trying to hide? I want them to know who took her.”

It made his friend silent from the other line. Suddenly, Jay wanted to check if its really his friend he was talking to, because honestly, the Jake he knows won’t be this reckless.

“Jake,” he started and lets out a sigh. “you have to surrender her or it will surely lead into something serious.”

Jake rolled his eyes.

“It was already serious the moment I got interested towards her, Jay. You know that.”

His friend pursed his lips from the other line. Jay may not agree with his friends but he was right. He knew, the moment he started asking about you, he knew Jake will not hesitate on doing stupid things just for you.

“What’s your plan then? They’re really pissed that you delayed the engagement.” his friend finally surrenders. Jake can be really stubborn when he wants something so Jay just realized there’s no point on arguing with him. He will just waste his time and voice lecturing him because he will never listen.

“Nothing. I’ll keep her until she fall in love with me.”

“Good luck with that.”

Jake smirked, “Thanks.”

Jay rolled his eyes, “I’ll call you from time to time if ever theres an update.”

“Alright, thank you dude.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Jake chuckles and ended the call. He stared outside the window once again and he can’t help but to reminisce about the scenes a while ago. He’s still at dazed that you’re finally here with him. He couldn’t be more happier, he can’t wait until you finally fall in love with him.

Jake clenched his jaw as he shut his eyes trying to calm himself down. After a few seconds, he cracked his eyes open and stared at the spilled food all over him and to the floor.

Its been days already, but there’s no single process. Each day, you’re making sure he knows you aren’t surrendering yourself that easy. You refused talking to him, refused his affections, refused to eat properly and refused to open up to him.

Jake’s not a very patient person. He is trying his best to be kinder to you since he knew it would be very hard to adjust yourself with all of these, but his patience can reach its limit as well. And today, you’re just slowly getting into his nerves.

“Get her a new bowl of soup.” he ordered in a very cold tone.

It made shivers run your spine. He accepted the tissues one of the helpers handed to him to clean some of the food you spilled over him. He’s not looking at your way so you couldn’t properly see his eyes. You are pretty sure he’s pissed off.

You clenched your jaw, despite the fact that you’re afraid at him, you tried your best to look brave. For the past days that you’ve been here, you are trying to make an impression that you aren’t afraid of him.

“I told you I will never fall in love with you, so just take me back! I want to go back to my family! I want my old life back!” you shouted right at Jake’s face.

You’ve been neglecting him and his care for you that he’s starting to worry you’ll soon get sick. Its usually just the helpers who visit you during meals since he knows you’ll hardly refuse it whenever he’s around. But since he heard that you ate lesser as days pass by, he wanted to check on you. He’s started to get worried. Yes, he’s not totally soft around you, but he isn’t heartless too.

He raised his head and stared at you. His eyes were blank and dark, emotionless. You tried keeping the stare even if you can feel your heart racing and your hand shaking. He took a step closer that made you stoned at your position.

You gasped when you felt Jake’s long slim fingers holding your cheeks a little bit too tight as he made you face him. The look over his face was enough to frighten you. His eyes looked very dangerous, “My patience is running out for you, love. There’s no point on resisting because I will never bring you back to your family. You will stay here with me for as long as I want you to. You are mine, y/n. only mine.”

With that, he lets go of your face harshly. Even without his hand, you can feel your cheeks hurting slightly. A tear left your eye but he can’t even feel bad.

He stood back straightly and stared down at you. “If you want to starve yourself to death, suit yourself.”

He left after saying that. You pulled your knees closer to your chest as you cry silently. He was true to his words, he didn’t send any food for the following days. It was very awful for you, you can feel yourself slowly weakening.

You stood up and even stumbled your way towards the door of your room. You banged over it continuously. You are sure there’s people outside of your room, probablg guards.

“Please! I’m s-sorry.” you shouted, pride starting to be long forgotten.

It may be embarrassing, but you really won’t be able to go home if you died out of starvation. You shut your eyes when your vision started to swirl out of hunger.

When you heard the knob moving, you stepped backward. It revealed Jake and even before you can say something else, you knees weaken. You were sure you’ll hit the cold floor, but Jake was quick to catch you using just one arm.

You gulped, “I-I’m s-sorry.” your throat felt so dry.

Jake sighed and swiftly placed his other arm over your leg to carry you back to your bed. He carefully placed you back and soon one of the helpers entered the room holding a tray of food.

Jake sat beside you as they prepare everything. You’re avoiding to look at Jake, because you feel so ashamed. Days ago, you are too determined not to surrender and now here you are, begging for him to feed you.

He looked so good and you hate yourself for admiring him. You just can’t help it. He was ethereal, like he was perfectly made for people to adore him.

“I hope you learn your lesson to stop disobeying me.” he uttered as he started feeding you.

You twist your head to look at his eyes. He looked very serious. With pursed lips you played with your fingers.

“I’m s-scared.” you admit.

Jake were silent before he slowly fed you.

“I just want to s-see my family.” you mumbled that didn’t slipped off from his ear.

He looked at you and raised a brow. It intimidates you right away so you quickly looked away.

“Until you fall in love with me, you wouldn’t be leaving this place.” his tone sounded firm and certain.

It made you pout, but you didn’t talked again. He continued feeding you and soon you felt so much better. He asked the helpers to run you a bath as well so you’ll feel much better. The moment you went out from the shower, Jake already left the room.

You roamed your head around, trying to look for him. After making sure he wasn’t around, you slowly made your way towards the door and grabbed the knob. You twist it without thinking twice and to your surprise, it was unlocked.

Your heart hammered at the thought that it was open. Maybe some of the helpers forgot to lock it. You are sure there will be guards right outside, but you can just think of them later. First, you can just run your way outside and maybe find people that can help you.

You almost jump in joy when you find the hallway vacant. There’s nobody there. With quick and carefully steps, you walked outside. It was easy to find the staircase and still very careful, you tried going downstairs.

Your heart skipped at the sight of the main door. After making sure no one’s around, you stormed yourself towards the door.

But your heart fell at the sight you saw right outside of the main door.

“Disappointed?” you felt your feet stoned at the floor the moment you heard his voice.

You turned around and saw him standing by the staircase at the second floor. He smirked, eyes remaining emotionless.

“Where are we?”

“My private island.” he put both of his hands inside his pockets and started going down the stairs.

Your heart hammered, afraid of what he’s going to do next. When he arrived in front of you, you expected worst things to happen but to your surprise, he raised his hand and gently brushed off some of your hairs away from your face.

“Do you want to look around?” he asked and laid his hand right in front of you.

You are afraid of him, really afraid. But you’re already here. Moments ago, you had hope that you’ll get away but after hearing that you’re an island, you lost hope from escaping. Unless you planned on swimming on that deep blue ocean of course.

You raised your gaze from his hand over to his eyes. He sighed and rolled his eyes before grabbing your hand. He intertwinned your fingers before he started walking out from the house to tour you around.

You’ve been here for a week and a half already but this is the first time you’ll be going outside. Slowly, you can feel yourself calming down at the scenery right in front of you.

“Jake...” you called him out while you’re staring at a far.

At your peripheral, you saw him glanced at you. “Yeah?”

“Why me?”

“What do you mean?” he asked and you felt his thumb caressing the back of your hand carefully. It made your stomach churns.

You glanced at him, “Why do you want me to be here with you? As far as I remember, the first time I encounter you was when I saw you at our company.”

Jake’s eyes were darted at you as always.

“Because I love you.” it made you feel flustered.

“You don’t even know me.”

“You’ll be surprised that I know a lot about you.” he said and smirked.

“You researched about me, didn’t you?” you looked at him with accusing eyes.

He raised both of his brows and tilted his head, “And if I did?”

You rolled your eyes at him and looked back at the ocean, “I bet they’re basic information. You don’t even know more about me and yet you say you love me?” it sounded more like a rant.

Jake tugged your hand pulling you closer to him, his other hand held your waist to hold you into the place. You looked at him, surprised at his move.

“Then let me know more about you, baby.” he said and cupped your face, “I bet I’ll love all versions of you.” and with that he slowly leaned in to place a soft kiss at your lips.

“Why are you working to your Dad when you clearly have the talent with this?” Jake asked really curious as he stared at your recent works.

You pursed your lips and a small smile appeared to your face, “Because he want me to.” your tone sounded so sad that it made Jake glance at you.

“Fuck what he wants, right? Do you want your own clothing line?” he asked and approached you.

You chuckled and rolled your eyes at him before you felt his strong arms wrapping over your waist, pulling you closer to him. He leaned closer, placing a soft kiss at your cheeks and his nose brushing over your skin.

“Just tell me you want it, I’ll do it in a snap, love.” you leaned away to stare at his pretty eyes.

“I know you will.”

Its been almost two months ever since Jake abducted you. You’ll be honest, it was not as bad as you thought. After that day he gave you a tour, you tried to open up to him. You started learning more about him and him about you.

Jake isn’t as heartless as he appears to be. He’s caring and warm to people he cares about. He may not good with words, but he sure does have his own way of showing his affection.

He’s very attentive of you as well. You’re very surprised at how he can remember even the smallest details about you. It was heart warming having someone to give importance about everything you say.

He got you a set of sketchbooks and some art materials the moment he heard you like to draw and sketch outfits. And now, he just got back from work. He went to your work room to check on you and you stopped yourself from giving him the tightest hugs. You won’t deny the fact that you missed him. He was gone for three days.

Your heart hammered just by the thought that you are really slowly falling in love with Jake Sim. It may sound absurd and funny, but its true. There’s just something with the way he treats you.

Here, you can be someone you really are. You don’t have to pretend or be the perfect version of you. Even with flaws, Jake makes sure you feel confident about yourself. He was true to his words when he said that he will love every version of you. From the good to the lowest version, he adore it.

Jake’s very supportive and loving. He cuddles you to sleep, comfort you whenever you’re sad, remind you how you look great everyday, tells you how he loves you and how he’s happy he have you here.

You can’t even remember the last time you’ve been treated this way. It was surreal for you, and even if he did got you in a wrong way, you must say you are glad you are here.

The island were really beautiful too. You enjoys yourself swimming at the sea, drawing by the shore, collecting shells and many more. Anything you ask for, Jake will give it to you without you asking for it twice.

“Its really pretty here.” you uttered out of nowhere while Jake and you walked by the shore, the bright moon above you serving as your light.

He smiled, “You say that every time we walk here.” he stated and renew his hold over to your hand.

“I just really admire the place.”

“I’m glad you like it. I bought this because of you.” he said that made you surprised.

“W-What? You’re kidding.”

He smirked, “No I’m not.”

You stared at him for a while more and you realized he was saying the truth. Your free hand flew over to your mouth to cover it because you still couldn’t believe it.

“You’re crazy.”

He smirked and leaned closer, “You make me crazy, baby.” and he kissed you by your lips.

After your usual walked along the shore, you went back to the house and went to bed. You sighed and enjoyed Jake’s warmth beside you. He was holding you close to him, feeling your heart beats be in sync.

As the night deepens, you couldn’t feel yourself getting sleepy so carefully, you moved Jake’s arm off from you. You feel a bit thirsty so you decided to go down to get some water.

You were wearing your house slippers when your eyes caught Jake’s phone resting by the bedside table. Your eyes then glanced at Jake who’s sleeping soundly. Your heart raced at the idea that suddenly came inside your mind.

You gulped and nervously went near the bedside table to get his phone. You stared at it for a while before you slowly walked outside the balcony of your shared bedroom.

The bright moon was still out, shining on you. The breeze were cold and you can see from here that the waves were calmer then usual.

You stared at the phone like as if this was the first time you’ve seen one. You’re not planning to tell your parents where you are. You love it in here and you love being with Jake, but you couldn’t shut the emotion that you are missing them too.

They’re probably very worried of you as well. You will just call to assure them that you are perfectly fine.

You started dialling your Mother’s phone and after three rings, you’re surprised that she even picked up. It was already late.

“Hello?” you covered your mouth the moment you’ve heard her voice. It has been a while and it just hit you how you’ve missed her so much.

“Hi Mom.” you greeted her trying your best not to cry.

You heard her gasps lightly from the other line. “Y/n? Is that really you sweetheart?” her voice cracked out a little.

“Yes Mom. I miss you.”

“Ohh, my pumpkin. We missed you too! W-Where are you?” she asked, very eager.

“I can’t tell you where I am, but I’m okay. I’m doing just fine.” you told her to make her less worried.

She sniffed from the other line and you felt bad because she’s crying. The main reason you called your Mom and not your Dad because you are closer to her, and because if you call your Dad, he will just trace your location and go get you. Its fine to call your Mom, she will protect you. She will definitely keep it fro your Dad.

“I'm glad you’re okay, sweetheart. I miss you so much.”

“Me too, Mom.” your eyes glanced at Jake’s direction when you noticed him stirring through his sleep.

You panicked a bit, “M-Mom, I have to end the call. I'm okay so don’t worry, okay? I love you, please take care.” you uttered continuously and didn’t even waited for her reply.

You ended the call and with light steps you went towards the bedside table and placed his phone back. You hurried back to your space of the bed and laid down. As you close your eyes, pretending to sleep, you felt Jake looking at you.

His stares were a bit piercing, like as if checking if you’re really asleep. Slightly, you felt nervous, but that feeling dissipates after you felt him pulling you closer to his warm body. He placed a small sweet kiss at your head, “I love you.”

You felt your heart raced at what you heard and you silently responded ‘I love you too’ inside your mind. You wanted to say it to him, but maybe tonight’s not the right time.

The next day, you’re trying hard not to be upset when Jake told you he have to leave for a while. You walked towards by the shore hand in hand with him with a long face. Jake chuckled, finding you adorable.

He couldn’t believe that from being excited that he’ll leave the island, you guys were already in this. You being upset because he will be gone for a short time.

When you saw his men preparing the helicopter that he will be riding, you pouted. Jake halted his steps causing you to do it as well. He turned to face you and made you do the same thing.

“I’ll be very quick, all right?”

“Make sure. I will miss you.”

Jake pursed his lips in a thin line suppressing a smile. He bit his lower lip and cupped your face before leaning closer, making your noses touch each other.

“God, you are beautiful.” he uttered lowly, lips slightly brushing yours.

“Have you seen yourself? You are just the same.” you fired back.

He lets out a sexy chuckle before placing a soft kisses at your lips, giggling in between. “Yeah? Bet our kids will look even better.” he whispered that made your heart hammered.

With drunk in love look in your eyes, you stared at Jake. He did the same thing, Jake looked at you with so much affection and love.

“I will be back.”

You smiled and nodded once, “And I will be here, waiting for you.”

And after more kisses, he waved and with heavy heart he left the island.

You went back inside right away, didn’t really want to stay there thinking he left. Your whole day was almost planned, you’ll paint and sketch to divert your attention and stop missing Jake.

While you’re busy preparing for the sketch, you heard a helicopter from a far. Your heart hammered by the thought that it was Jake. A small smile appeared your lips and you let go of your pencil and hurried yourself outside the mansion.

But your smile slowly faded as your steps started to get slow, “Dad?”

Yes. It was your Father. Your brows draws closer, causing a crease at your forehead. You are confused why he’s here. And it hit you.

You called your Mom. ‘Did she told him?’

He approached you right away and hugged you. Since you’re still confused and surprised, you couldn’t react right away. Feeling his warm hug, you finally realized you missed your Dad as well.

“H-How?” was the only words that you said.

He pulls from the hug, “I tracked the phone you used to call your Mom. Why didn’t you call me?” he asked and even examined your face like as if he was trying to find something.

You were left speechless. How can you explain to your Dad that you didn’t call him because you don’t want him to know where you are? That you’re enjoying it here and actually fell in love with Jake Sim?

“I figured it would be your Mom you’ll be calling right away so I got her phone wired.” he said.

Of course. How can you so stupid? Now, he’s here now and you wouldn’t able to ask him to leave peacefully. Its either you go with them or there will be a problem here.

You nodded, couldn’t smile. “You don’t have to worry anymore, okay? Let’s go.”

And with that, he started guiding you towards the helicopter. You let yourself be taken with him, steps heavier than usual. As the helicopter elevated, you finally had the chance to see the whole island clearly and you couldn’t help but to fall in love with the place even more. It is really pretty.

‘I’ll be back.’ you thought to yourself.

You can’t remember anything else, but you started to feel sleepy and you slowly lost consciousness.

The next thing you know, you’re inside your room. You stood up right away and head by the window. It was already night time and you panicked a bit. You’re gone from the island for a whole day. Jake would be really upset.

As you head outside, your heart aches a bit seeing the familiar hallways you grew up to. It was nostalgic and you kind of missed it, but if there’s a place you want to be in, that would be in that island, inside Jake’s embrace.

You slowly head downstairs to go find your parents and told them that you love Jake. Even before you arrive by your Father’s office, you can already hear your parents arguing about something.

“How can you say that? I went there and saved our daughter!” it was your Father.

You slowly walked closer, trying not to disturb them. “Save her? Are you sure with that? Did you even ask her if she wants to be saved or if she needed to be saved?” your Mom’s words were meaningful.

“What do you mean? She’s been abducted by that kid! He’s nothing but bad news to our Y/n!”

“Bad news? He tried helping your company.”

‘Jake did that?’

“I don’t need his help. Now that Y/n is here, the engagement will continue and our debt will finally be paid off.”

Your heart fell at what you heard. So that’s it? All this time, you thought that they’re really doing this for your own good. It isn’t the case. Your Father was doing this because he wanted to save his company. He will pay his debt using you, his own child.

You couldn’t believe him. And to think you wanted to go back here when Jake first took you.

You took a step back, mind floating and slightly finding it hard to breath. They don’t care for you at all. Your Dad was not afraid to lose you, he’s afraid that the engagement won’t be official without you and his debt will remain.

You bumped into the vase and it crashed at the floor. Your parents stopped arguing and you didn’t waste any time, you run and even stepped at some broken pieces.

You winced it pain, but ignored it so you can just leave the house right away. It was raining outside and you just let yourself get soaked. You bet your feet already bleeding but you just continued running towards somewhere, tears streaming along with the pouring rain.

You’re heading towards the only person who genuinely cares for you. Jake.

“Boss, Ms. Y/n is outside your mansion.”

Jake snapped back to reality when his men announced that to him. He stood up and walked towards the monitor where he can see the people outside his mansion.

His jaw clenched seeing your drenched with rain, head hanging low.

When he left, he couldn’t take it just by thinking of how sad you looked the moment he took off from that island. He got worried and hurriedly finished the thing he needs to finish here at Seoul.

When he went back, he was surprised by the news that your Father arrived here and took you. He was confused as to how he found out about this place. Turns out you called your mother.

He felt betrayed and angry after finding out, but it doesn’t lessen his feelings for you. He thought that maybe you can use a little time seeing your parents before he abducts you again to take you back to your island.

So he flew back here at Seoul, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take you back. To see you here in front of his mansion was a total surprise for him.

He walked outside, holding a big umbrella with him. He clenched his jaw, suppressing his anger as he head towards the big black gate. His hold over the umbrella tightens while tries to fix his own thoughts on how he would punish you once you’re near to him.

But all of those thoughts disappeared when he saw how you’re barefoot and blood can be seen at your feet. He panicked right away and made one of his men hold the umbrella so he can attend to you properly.

Jake furrowed his brows and held your face too gently, “P-Please, take me back.” you said, voice cracking.

Now that an umbrella was above you, he can see how you’re crying so hard. His heart broke at the sight of you. You looked hurt and very vulnerable.

“Let’s leave and go back to our island please. I don’t want to be here.” you added.

Jake caress your face and placed feathery kissed all over it making you cry even more. He surely mend your broken heart. With Jake around, you sure feel a lot more better.

“I was just waiting for you, love.”

He got your bruise cleaned and that same night, you two flew back to the island. This time, it isn’t the unfamiliar and scary place anymore but instead, your home.

Jake pulled you closer to him, dropping a kiss at your head and pulling the blanket so it can cover your arms properly. You’re all cuddled up inside your shared bedroom and you couldn’t be more happier. This is what you want. Him beside you, both of you back in the island without thinking about the toxic world. All you have to think of was you and Jake and nothing else matters.

“Can my Mom visit me here?” you suddenly asked because you remembered how your Mom defend you to your Dad.

You felt Jake’s fingers drawing lazy circles at the small of your back.

“Was she good to you?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

Jake sighed, “Okay. I’ll arrange something with that.” and you smiled, heart racing at how he easily agrees to whatever you want.

Now that you thought about it, he’s really the only person that would do anything for you. The only person who understands and love you along with your flaws. The only person who will not hesitate to risk his life just for you. He loves you sincerely and you want to return that love.

“I love you.”

Jake smiled, making you raise your head up so he can see your eyes properly.

“You do?” his voice sounded so excited.

“Yes. So much.”

He smirked and slowly leaned in to give you a kiss. “I love you more, baby.”

He leaned again, kissing you more passionately. Your heartbeats got in sync as you felt each others warmth, enjoying it. You two may started wrongly, but you are certain that this is where you belong, together with Jake Sim.

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