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fayes-fics · 11 months

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And One For Luck

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict introduces his wife to birthday spankings

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub tones, mild exhibitionism, spanking, dirty talk, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex.

Word Count: 2.8k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. This is a very belated birthday gift for my wonderful mutual (and talented fic writer) @queen-of-the-misfit-toys, who requested Benedict + birthday spanking. I'm sorry I'm so slow with writing lately, my dear, but I hope you enjoy this enough to compensate. <3

“Happy birthday!!” all your friends raise a toast around your dinner table, and you drink the dregs of your wine down with gusto. Three glasses in, the word seems warm and fuzzy around the edges.

“Hello, handsome,” you slur slightly as your husband slides into the seat next to you.

“Hello, darling, that might be enough wine,” Benedict suggests gently, taking your glass and putting it back on the table as you pout. “I need you complis mentis for your last gift in a short while,” he whispers, leaning in.

“Do I not get but one hint?” your pout growing larger.

You have certainly enjoyed all the other wonderful little gifts he has given you today, from the physical (lovely jewellery, the dress you wear) to the social (this surprise dinner party).

“Alright. It’s a tradition I heard about from our fine American cousins; I think you’ll enjoy it. And that’s all you get for now, wife,” he winks and slips away again to play party host.

—

You sway a little as you bid the last of your friends goodbye in the hallway. As your valet closes the front door and scurries away with a quick bow, you turn to your husband.

“Thank you for my party, Benedict,” you smile, still a little tipsy; the wine has you feeling louche and a little aroused at the sight of him in his handsome navy velvet jacket and gold cravat. He looks like a present himself, wrapped up in delicious layers you want to peel away to get to the lovely gifts underneath.

“You are welcome,” he smiles, kissing your temple. Then there is a change in his voice; it’s darker, smoother. “Now, are you ready for your final gift of the day?”

“Yes, please,” you murmur back, suddenly a little breathless at the bedroom tone he has employed.

“How daring are you feeling, my love?” he checks as warm fingers trace patterns on the skin of your back, right above where your dress line is.

“Very,” you answer honestly, already feeling a heated ache for him between your legs. It still amazes you that only a few words from him can do this to you.

“Pull up your dress.” It’s an order.

Everything inside you screams yes and please.

“Here?!” you hiss, faking displeasure, playing up as a surge of want gallops through your body.

“Did that sound like a suggestion?” he raises an achingly seductive eyebrow. You scramble to obey, gathering your dress up over your arms. Rather conveniently, you find there are loops hidden under the hemline. “Another gift,” he smirks as you feed your hand through, recalling this is the dress he had specially made for you tonight. No wonder he also asked you to forgo your chemise. He has planned it all. You just love it when he does this.

“Hold on here,” he instructs, taking your hands and guiding them onto the thick balustrade at the base of your staircase. You grip the smooth polished wood and shoot a desirous look at him over your shoulder. He smiles predatory, and a hand lands on your bottom, warm through the thin luxurious but thin layer of your silk underwear.

“Tell me, darling wife, have you heard of birthday spankings?” his voice smokey and dark.

You clench reflexively at the word, butterflies fluttering, your breath catching.

“No husband,” you demure, flexing instinctively against his hand, “please tell me more.”

“Those in the Americas believe it brings luck to the birthday person. You get a light spank on the buttocks for each year you have been alive,” he intones, his breath hot on your cheek as his long fingers swirl patterns into the silk, and he adds, “And an extra one for luck.”

“Are you really going to spank me twenty-seven times?” you gasp, unable to stop rubbing your thighs together with glee.

“No, wife,” he corrects, his lips sliding down to your neck to suck on the cord of your neck. “I'm going to spank you twenty-eight times. Unless you do not want any luck?”

“I want it,” you rush out, and he chuckles warmly at the speed of your response.

Then his hand raises from your bottom, and you miss its warmth, but only briefly, as he slaps it back down, a light tap on the silk. You moan quietly, the sensation not enough but spiking your arousal.

“Count for me, darling,” he requests, right in your ear.

“One,” you stutter.

“Well done,” he rumbles approvingly, and the praise causes all of your body to bloom. You will do anything when he speaks as such.

He does the same to your other buttock, just a very light, gentle tap of his fingers.

“Two,” you count dutifully, twisting to look at him again, but he stops you.

“No, face forward,” he commands with a warm chuckle, pressing your head gently so it hangs between your shoulders where you cling to the wood.

He manhandles your hips so you are shuffled backwards, more bent over, before there is another spank. This one is more intense, back to the original cheek, and you exhale slightly at the feeling, knowing he is just warming you up.

“Three.”

He makes an approving noise at the back of his throat as he pulls back the same hand and spanks right on top of where he just had, taking you by surprise; you had expected him to go to your other cheek.

“Four.”

“I have to keep you on your toes, do I not?” his voice laced with amusement as he intuits your thoughts.

You sigh your approval as he traces his fingertips gently over the sting. You rub your thighs together, seeking friction for the throb growing between your legs.

Rapidly, he glances a blow on your other cheek, a bit more insistent now.

“Five,” you exhale obediently, hanging your head and wanting him to strip off your last layer of silk underwear to touch your bare skin. “More” escapes your lips unbidden.

He huffs a laugh bemused and leans over your back. “More of what, darling wife?” he teases, his breath hot on your cheek.

“I want your hands on my skin,” you rush out, blushing.

He chuckles again and spanks the other cheek, his fingers lingering.

“Six.”

“If you are very well-behaved for me, perhaps I will,” he dangles the promise softly, and you groan almost in frustration.

He reigns four quick successive blows onto either cheek, the cool silk almost soothing against your button as it becomes more heated.

“Seven, eight, nine, ten,” you reply, biting your lip and looking over your shoulder at him. He flicks his head fractionally with a pointed eyebrow, telling you without telling you to look away again. “I want to look at you, husband,” you grouse a little, pushing back into his grip spanning your cheek.

“I’ll stop if you keep looking at me,” he warns in a playful tone.

“Fine,” you grouse and look away,

He laughs at your faux indignation and, as he does so, spanks both checks at the same time.

“Eleven, twelve.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, knowing the effect it has on you, your skin pebbling in goosebumps and a frisson running down your spine at the low, honeyed tone he uses.

Another two blows have you blowing out a puff of air, getting closer to the strength that leaves his mark over your skin for a short while.

“Thirteen, fourteen.”

But you can’t help but smile as his left hand spiders to your hip, to the little row of tiny buttons there holding on your silk underwear. He deftly plucks them open as you breathe shallow, excited, pushing back towards his body. With a push from the hand still resting on your cheek, the material flutters to the ground, and you step out of them as his large hands slide to encircle both cheeks, fingers splayed wide.

“Your skin is blooming under my attention, darling,” sounding proud of his handiwork thus far. “But I won't be satisfied until I can see handprints, so hold on because it's time for the real spanking to behind now, my love.:

You can scarcely believe this is happening; your dress hitched over your back, bottom half now utterly bare, hanging onto the staircase in your hallway, sconces blazing, and the glass window to the street unobscured by its velvet drape. Should anyone walk by at a certain angle, they would surely see you if they happened to glance in; it feels by design.

“Anyone could see us, Benedict,” you point out, nodding to the window off to the side.

“Do not pretend as if that does not make you want this even more, darling wife,” he rumbles, leaning over your back so his lips brush your ear.

He’s right. Your husband has an exhibitionist streak that makes you crave him. He wants the world to know you are his, and if they want to watch as he takes control of you, he will let them. And god, you will let him do it too.

“Let them look at this, your beautiful bottom and…” you gasp as two of his finger trail down between your legs and glance your folds “.. this luscious wet cunt, weeping just for me.”

You whimper as the words fall from his lips, so scandalous but said with such a lyrical cadence; they are elegant like poetry. Your cries get louder as he pushes one long elegant finger into your body, as the other hand spanks hard upon your naked flesh.

“I…I have forgotten my number,” you hurriedly confession over a moan as Benedict slowly rocks that finger into and out of your body, your clit throbbing, desperate for his touch.

“What a pity; we were halfway there….” he sighs, giving you a hint, his fingers going still.

“Fifteen!” you announce triumphantly at your quick calculation, and he makes an approving noise of your depiction and thrusts deeper into your cunt adding a second finger.

“Well done,” he chimes as you moan his name and start to rock back into his movements; the squelching sound of your body as he finger fucks you seems so loud in the echoey hallway.

“I love that sound,” he comments as if he knows where your thoughts have run before reigning another spank onto your cheek, hanging onto the fleshy spot he had hit, his fingers flexing as you cry out. “And that one, too,” he adds smugly; you know, without looking, he is wearing that handsome smirk of his.

“Sixteen,” you count.

“So, so good for me,” he praises, removing his fingers from inside you and painting a wet trail of your arousal across your heated bum cheek. He spanks with that damp hand, the moisture somehow adding a sharp edge to the ache. You squeal faintly as he huffs a laugh, swirling a pattern of juices over your flesh.

You whine at the loss of his fingers inside you, praying he will slide the other hand between your legs to soothe the entirely different sort of ache there. But he does not. He just spanks again with each hand slightly cupped, the noise so loud and the impact so great your whole body jerks.

“Urghhh… seventeen, eighteen,” you sigh, then clear your throat. “Please, may I have your fingers again?” your ask, meek, keeping your head down.

There is another loud spank that makes you exhale heavily.

“Nineteen.”

“What was that darling?” he teases, playing the fool. You know he heard you; there is nary another sound in the house; he just wants you to say it loud, to beg for him.

“I would like your fingers inside me again, please, husband,” you pronounce crisply, pulling your head up and staring at the wall ahead of you, not turning around as he asked.

“Oh, good girl,” the hand that was not inside you reaching to stroke your face affectionately. “You did not so much as turn your head; you deserve a birthday treat indeed,” he hums as you push your cheek into his palm, rubbing like a cat. Until he withdraws the hand, and you inhale sharply as you hear the unbuttoning of his trousers.

Yes, yes, oh god, yes, even better, your mind screams as your cunt clenches, so very keen for him.

You can practically hear the smile as he notices the quiver of excitement in your legs and runs a thumb slowly up the back of your thigh before grabbing his cock and lining up. You are babbling soft pleas under your breath as he teases you, running his tip over your sensitive, swollen nub and chuckling at your frustrated snuffle.

Fingernails gouging into the wooden post you grip, your throat releasing a feral sound as he pushes into you abruptly, plumbing deep, your soaked channel providing no resistance to his deep thrust, pulling him into your hilt with a ripple of excitement. He groans and utters how wondrous you feel, tight around his cock. Just as you want to ask him to move, a hand spanks hard on your left buttock, and you cry out, almost having forgotten.

“Twenty!” you cry out, fingers flexing, legs stiffening, pushed so close to orgasm merely by him fucking into you with one stroke.

“Push back onto me, darling,” he tutors glibly, a hand wrapping around the crest of your hipbone to encourage your movement.

You do as told, bending your arms to pull away and straightening them to push back so he sinks to the hilt. The invasion makes your eyes roll, makes you begin a greedy rhythm, chasing what you want as he clucks affirmative noises. The hand releases your hip, and you know what is coming; he spanks just as you push back onto his cock, your own motion making the blow that much more impactful.

“Twenty-one.”

It's a frenzy of movement as you start to fuck yourself onto him in earnest, and he rewards you every few strokes with a spank on your bottom, your skin glowing hot as your clit throbs for attention. You wish you weren't still in your dress, your stays pinching your ribs and breasts as your lungs inflate with ragged pulls; the material around your bicep pinching skin as you pump your arms for leverage, fucking back onto him.

“May I touch myself?” you pant after you have obediently counted the twenty-fifth blow.

When he gives permission, your hand slides between your folds instantly, snagging that swollen pearl and groaning loudly at the firework it fires inside you. You speed up, he growls, the grip on your bottom harsh after the next spank; he's going so hard now your body jolts with every hit.

“Twenty-six!” your call is urgent, breathless, needy, knowing it just spurs him on, wanting to push you to the edge and pull you over with him.

“Come on, birthday girl,” he implores, “just two more,” you can tell from the tone he won't last much longer either, both of you overwrought from the explosive passion.

You know the last two will be harsh; you are holding your breath as his right hand blows so hard you scream, the elixir of the harsh strike on your glowing skin melding with the pleasure of his cock pushing you open as your fingers scrabble over your clit.

“Twenty-seven!!”

He leans over your back, still mostly dressed himself, and you know you are both sweaty now with the exertion, feeling his sticky forehead rest on the nape of your neck, below where your hair is pinned up but rapidly loosening with the jerking motions you make together. He is gusting breaths and starts to meet your thrusts, the press of his pelvis heavy against yours.

“Here comes your good luck, darling,” he grunts, pulling his head up to teeth the skin at the hairline of your neck.

The last blow is both hands at once on the outer edges of your cheeks where they meet your thighs—the sting on this new, delicate spot almost blinds you.

“Twenty-eight!!” you howl; your body is breaking, the sensation all too much. Your bottom smarting, raw, your cunt convulsing vice-like on his cock as something inside you snaps and your whole body shudders and shakes, blood rushing in your eardrums, mouth slack and screaming. He has to grasp your hips as your body goes limp, and with a final shout, you feel his fingers curl around and dig into your belly as he stills and empties his seed deep inside you, winded, the veins in his neck pulsing as he comes so hard you almost lose your footing.

For a few moments, it's just laboured breathing, him pulling you upright as his cock softens and slips from your body, curling you into a tight embrace from behind you. Dress hem still looped around your wrists, you turn around and twine your arms around his neck, pulling him down for an artless but satisfying kiss.

“Thank you for the best birthday present ever,” you murmur. Benedict smiles almost bashfully now that playtime is over. Delicately he picks you up into his arms and carries you up the staircase to bed.

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wordsarelife · 3 months

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—the very first night

pairing: anthony lockwood x gn!reader

summary: you celebrate your birthday for your friends only, lockwood celebrates your birthday for you

warnings: mentions of a bad home life

note: first, happy belated birthday and sorry it took me so long to finish your request, but here it is, finally!!

“—happy birthday dear y/n, happy birthday to you!!”

you blew out the candles in front of you, your friends laughing joyfully and hugging you.

lucy and george got out plates and were too busy chopping the cake into four pieces to notice you and lockwood looking at each other. he send you a smile and you smiled back, despite not really being in the mood to eat cake and celebrate your birthday.

you could do this for them. it was only one day, what did it matter?

george had taken the whole day before this to bake the cake and was now proudly serving it to you. how could you even think about not eating it? his eyes were gleaming and it broke your heart just to think about telling him the truth.

the truth was, to put it plainly that you had always hated to celebrate your birthday. you couldn't even say why. it just was a day that you would rather spend alone in your room crying than socialize.

but these were your friends, your family. how could you deny them something that made them so happy? you just couldn't.

after each of your had finished the piece of cake in front of you, george and lucy went into the living room, setting up a game for you all to play together.

lockwood and you stayed behind in the kitchen, washing the dishes.

"i can see that you aren't enjoying yourself"

"what?" you looked up from the plate in your hand

lockwood leaned closer to you, whispering "you've been scrubbing that plate for the last four minutes"

"oh" you quickly put it down so he could dry it

"you'd rather not celebrate, huh?"

you shook your head and lockwood nodded. "i thought so" he dried up the last plate. "think you can do it for one more hour?"

you nodded and he smiled. you followed him into the living room, owning up to what he had asked you. you played a game of cards, uno then some charades. about an hour later, lockwood excused the both of you.

it wasn't as late as you had thought, but the sun had still gone down, by the time lockwood took you out of the house.

the way wasn't long, only to the little garden behind the house, setting down a picknick blanket and a small lantern.

"what are we doing?" you asked intrigued

"watching the stars" he sat down on the blanket and patted the spot next to him

you settled down beside lockwood on the soft blanket, the cool night air wrapping around you. above, the stars glittered like scattered diamonds against the dark sky.

lockwood reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, wrapped box. "happy birthday, y/n," he said

you both lay back on the blanket, gazing up at the stars. The silence between you was comfortable, and you felt a sense of calm wash over you.

"you know," lockwood broke the silence, "birthdays are a strange thing. for some, they're a reason to celebrate, and for others, it's a day they'd rather forget. why is it that you fall into the second category"

you pondered his question "when i grew up, birthdays were never a special thing. you didn't accomplish anything, why should that be celebrated" you trailed off, glancing at the stars. "but tonight, it feels different."

lockwood nodded in understanding, "i'm sorry they made you feel like that"

"don't be" you shook your head "i have it a lot better now"

lockwood smiled "sometimes, all you need is a break from the usual"

the two of you continued to stargaze, losing track of time as the night unfolded around you. the weight of the day seemed to lift, and you found solace in the simplicity of the moment, feeling peace at the silence.

eventually, you turned to lockwood with a genuine smile, "thank you for making my birthday special in your own way."

he grinned back, "anytime, y/n"

and so, under the vast, starlit sky, you found a different kind of celebration—one that felt uniquely yours, shared with a friend who understood the beauty of quiet moments and the peace you found in the simple act of watching the stars.

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mxdarling · 17 days

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["to jealousy, to being yours"]

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅• •❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

ೃ⁀➷: summary: five (5) times you thought nobara liked maki, and the one (1) time she proved you wrong.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 5k (5,010)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: pov: you're falling in love with someone you cant have

[author's note:] hii so um HAPPY (VERY BELATED) BIRTHDAY BESTIE<33 @wenmiyun lots of hugs and kisses mwah mwah /p PLSS I'M SO SORRY I HAVE TO GIFT YOU MY SHITTY WRITING AND ESPECIALLY THIS LATE, here's my attempt of writing for nobara, i never written for jjk before so spare me the harsh criticism on their personalities </3

[warnings:] lowercase, occ nobara + other jjk characs, angst, fluff, jealousy behavior (from reader), reader really is jealous of maki, cringe humour, reader writes in (not) a diary, cursing, kiss scene, nobara is taller than reader, they/them pronouns, reader wants to be beaten up by nobara (once).

[If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me.]

[GN reader]

ⅰ. (when she found maki pretty).

["dear diary, how does one cope with the intense feeling of knowing your feelings aren't reciprocated and you want to crawl in a hole and die? because I really want to crawl in a hole and die?"]

["dear diary, I don't even have a diary; I'm just writing on a piece of paper and calling it a diary to look like I actually write stuff down when really I don't."]

["dear diary, I'm feeling like a piece of shit and really overthinking this, but i think i'm 100% going to get rejected and I'm 100% going to look like an absolute fool in front of her, and I'm going to ruin our friendship in the process while I watch her get together with maki :')"]

["dear diary, imagine not being able to afford a therapist and having to resort to taking to some—"]

the sound of pencil lead being snapped, it falls to the wooden floor and magically disappears within the color of the floor. "…fucck.." you whisper curses, knowing you have to go find a sharpener, sharpen your pencil, and go back to writing in your diary (a piece of paper). what's even better is that you don't even know where the hell you're going to find a sharpener anywhere in these grounds, plus the fact that it literally took you almost 30 minutes just to find a goddamn pencil to write with—sometimes you just really question your luck in life.

you lean back on the chair, putting down the pencil on the desk beside the piece of paper. the silence in the classroom wasn't helping the debate happening inside your head—whether it was worth it to try and find a sharpener or suffer by yourself by letting this extreme surge of sadness from inside of you till you cry to the point of exhaustion. you decided you weren't going to deal with another emotional toll today.

after 15 minutes of attempting to find a sharpener, you gave up, opting to just walk around outside to hopefully soothe your troubled mind. while walking, you happened to see yuji and nobara talking to each other. walking up to them, you were to say hello to them (especially to see her) before stopping your footsteps from going forward.

"do you find maki-san pretty?" head tilted, a child-like confusion is shown on yuji's face, facing towards the person in question, nobara.

intuitively, you hid behind a pillar to not be spotted by them. your ears are now caught in interest; you wanted—no, needed—to know her answer. your heart rate is picking up its pace, beating, and pounding so loudly in your chest that it almost feels like you're about to jump and escape into her arms. your smile couldn't be contained as it slowly grew and grew until it reached your ears, making you look like a fool in love (you very much are).

"hah? where did that question come from?" crossing her arms at her chest, taking a defensive stance to the question being thrown at her, she raises a brow at yuji's question. "just curious; you kind of look at maki differently, i guess?" with a convincingly straight face, yuji remains unbothered by the defensive stance nobara takes in response to his question, "so do you find-"

"of course I'd find maki-san pretty," she answered, very quick and brief, cutting yuji off before he could even finish his attempt at repeating the question, almost like she's certain—confident even in her answer, which she just told to yuji.

that answer alone was enough to make your wide smile turn into a frown in a matter of seconds. you felt like crying; you could feel your eyes tearing up. staying here and watching the two of them talk was only going to worsen your mood, so you walked away on slightly shaking legs. wiping the tears that have now appeared, you've lost the determination to find that goddamn sharpener.

"but what abou-"

"but.." nobara cuts off yuji again, though he doesn't seem to be bothered by it, sending blank stares as he waits for her to continue on. nobara finishes, in a hushed and quiet tone, "(name) is definitely the prettiest."

ⅱ. (when she had fighting sessions with maki)

you were on edge, high on anticipation, feeling the sweat in your palms build up as you sit at the end of your seat, watching from the sidelines as nobara and maki practice fighting each other to pass the time. you silently cheered on for nobara with absolute bias; despite the winner of this fighting match being as clear as day (it's maki), you still cheered on for nobara, for her.

the way she moved and dodged every attack maki made towards her, the way she gripped very tightly onto her weapon in hand, every swift and duck she did, every twist and turn her body did—she somehow made all of them so goddamn alluring. your eyes were stuck to her like glue, watching her every move just like maki except not out of caution and with the intent to defeat her but because of how breathless you were from watching from afar. her scrunched-up face when she struggles, those displays of frustration and smug grins when she's trying to disguise her pain—all these things about her are what made you drawn to her. even when everything else around you is hectic and chaotic, your eyes will search and search till they land on her. somehow, in some way, your eyes always manage to find her.

maki-san was lucky, you thought as your eyes continued to be stuck on nobara, slowly blurring out the rest of the fight scene and just focusing on her and her alone. she gets a front-row view of nobara, gets to hang out with her, and has the honor of being someone she admires and someone she respects. maki-san doesn't know how lucky she is, you thought again, this time feeling more envy—perhaps even showing it on your face with how much it boils inside of you. controlling your facial expressions when you finally snapped out of that jealousy haze you were momentarily in, remembering how you got caught making a face around maki as she got you to snap out by asking you directly if there was something on her face. you didn't want to be caught again by her suspicious gaze. who knows what she'll do when she gets so pissed that she starts beating you up?

if you were being honest, you'd much rather prefer nobara beating you up; if the roles of the fight were reversed and you were in the fight instead of maki-san, you would be in paradise. multiple times already have you been utterly bested in a fight against nobara and every single time she would have that victory smirk plastered on her face, it never failed to set you in a frenzy state.

"haah, i wasn't even close," nobara said in defeat as she sat on the grass, exhausted. taking heavy and deep breaths, the rise and fall of her chest prove the amount of air the fight took out of her.

"heh, you did better than last time; i'll say that," maki says as she extends her hand towards the tired nobara, offering to help her get back on her feet.

taking the help, she reached for maki's hand, and upon contact, maki pulled her back up. when the two locked eyes, there's a new-found twinkle in nobara's eyes, seeing as maki just complimented her. "wah!? really, maki-san!?"

perhaps you were in a daze for far too long, for the fighting match had already ended with maki-san being the victor, of course. you stared at them from a distance as they continued to converse with one another. you could feel your face contort into an expression—you're not sure what kind of expression you were making exactly. though you couldn't hear their conversation, you could see their expressions and faces change as the talk between them went on. they looked like they're having a lot of fun, you thought, especially her; the thought persists to drill into your brain. feeling sick in your stomach, you stood up from your seat and walked off, not wanting to look at the scene of them happily talking any longer. maybe writing in that diary (piece of paper) will cheer you up.

"did you do better because they were watching?" maki raised an eyebrow at nobara, smirking slightly as she watched the ginger-haired girl get flustered by her question.

"h-how did you-"

"it's not rocket science; it's more clear than the curses i see without my glasses," maki commented bluntly while also cutting nobara mid-sentence. although what she said was true, it was a blow to nobara's pride as she was doing everything she didn't want to do: being obvious about how she feels towards you.

ⅲ. (when she smiled at maki and maki smiled at her back)

gojo satoru, your sensei, had a plan for all the first years and second years to go to the beach this sunday, saying how it's a good time to take a break and relax from our student responsibilities and enjoy our youth, or something along those lines and while most of them were reluctant to go (because it was gojo sensei's idea, you could never trust what he's planning about, plus he is a moron) somehow—and miraculously so, managed to convince everyone, including you, to join in on the trip.

contrary to your initial expectations about the trip, it's pretty fun (good job sensei!), for the first time in quite a while, you felt relaxed. something you haven't felt in what, weeks? months? in you convince yourself enough you might even believe it has been years since you've felt the tension leave your body. not only was the view of the beautiful sunset amazing but everything else around you too. the cool wind kissing your face as your hair flows in the air, the splashing of waves against the shore, the distant noise of birds chirping as they fly above you, the loud laughter of your upperclassmen and friends as they have fun chasing each other in the sand. this was pure bliss.

getting bored of the sunset view you turned your head to face your upperclassmen and friends doing their usual antics onto each other, gaining a small smile and a short-lived laugh out of you. as your eyes start to drift away from the sight of your friends, it naturally searches for nobara, for her. once it does finds her, there's a split second of your eyes widening in joy before returning back to your neutral face as you notice who she's with, maki, again. you turn your head away to try and be subtle but still keep an eye on them, from your peripheral vision you could see nobara sending maki a smile and maki sends her a small smile in return, they look happy together, you thought— sometimes you wish that was you instead, standing by her side, smiling and happily by her side. deep down you know that will never happen.

while you weren't looking, nobara took (not so) tiny and small glances at your direction, the view she had of your side profile was perfect, the effect of the sunset on you made a smile on her face, realizing how beautiful you were and all the little facial features you had she hasn't noticed yet. she would stare at you for hours and hours on end, for seeing your face was already a miracle for her.

ⅳ. (when she looks for matching bracelets with maki)

the bustling city outside the borders of tokyo jujutsu high wasn't the kind of environment you would choose to spend your free time in; you'd much prefer staying inside your dorm and sleeping or playing games on your phone, but you were invited by nobara herself (and being the desperate fool you are, you would take any chances and opportunities to spend some quality time with her). you're currently waiting in front of some cafe, sitting on one of their outside tables and chairs, for nobara and maki to arrive.

sure, you weren't too happy that maki would be accompanying you two (you deeply and desperately wished it was just you two hours prior; does the world really hate you that much?) but you weren't going to let that fact bother you. no, you weren't. maki-san is a great person, a great friend of nobara, and someone she admires. you just want to control your jealousy around her. mentally prepare talking to yourself as you await their arrival. you pray that you don't appear weird or crazy with how sometimes you accidentally slip out curses out of your mouth. you don't need to make a fool of yourself this early in the day.

minutes have passed, and you could see two familiar silhouettes appearing in your line of sight, walking towards the cafe you're waiting at. you start waving at them to show you were already here, and they wave back as their figures slowly get clearer and bigger in your line of sight. "wow.. you look great, (name)!" your eyes widen at nobara's positive comment on your outfit; it wasn't anything special, just the clothes you usually wear when you go out, except with a little more style. there's no way you're going to underdress when she's going to show up. "heh.. thanks! you look great too! and- maki-san as well!" you can feel your hands sweat a little, giving out a nervous smile. you compliment her back (you wanted to say more) while also not forgetting to mention maki as well. just so you don't seem rude and impolite.

maki hummed in acknowledgement of your comment. "you're not bad yourself, (name)," she says. you know maki isn't one to sugarcoat, so it was good to be affirmed that you didn't look bad.

"now, which store should we check out first?"

hours have passed, and the three of you have gone into at least three stores, which felt like a blast to you. never has walking around big malls and looking through hundreds of different kinds and sets of clothing been this fun and exciting. bags, and bags have filled the majority of your hands. you three walked together, chatting along while trying to look for more stores to shop at. finally settling on a small shop down the street that sells handmade bracelets.

"this one suits you, maki-san!" nobara exclaimed, giving the bracelet to maki for her to try on, and when maki put the bracelet on, her eyes beamed as she said something about finding more bracelets to buy for the three of you guys.

as you watched them pick out bracelets from the ones displayed, you stared at them from a distance. watching them closely, not even caring to be subtle about your staring as you feel a certain familiar feeling start boiling up inside you. even then, you continued to watch them, your hands no longer picking up bracelets to try on as they remained still by your side. they look so nice together. though, as you know, that was intended to be sarcasm, the enviousness' grew and grew by milliseconds, not just towards maki but to everything. why was it always maki-san with her? why is it that she gets to be with her the most? why couldn't maki-san be replaced by you? why couldn't that be you?

"how about you, (name)? did you find one you like?" nobara's voice pulls you out of your daze. she was now staring straight at you, causing you to crumble inside within seconds. the jealousy and envy feeling inside faded as she had you now in a more giddy state. you swallowed a lump down your throat to hopefully increase your chances of not sounding like a nervous wreck.

"uh- sorry, haven't found one yet.. plus i need to go.." you try to politely leave, seeing as you might just ruin the whole hangout if your jealousy gets in the way. better to just leave then to cause trouble for everyone else. "you're leaving already?" nobara raised an eyebrow at your mention of departure. not that she was surprised, as she knew your energy levels were different compared to hers; it was just that this was way too early for you to leave, usually whenever you guys hang out.

"yeah.. bye!"

"..see ya (name)!"

rushing to leave your footsteps fasten as you basically speed walk away from them, without saying a word, you left. not even looking back once.

"you think (name) will like this bracelet?" holding up a purple color scheme bead bracelet between her fingers, she inspects it—almost like she's imagining how it would look on your wrist. "or would they like this one better?" she said, holding up another bead bracelet in her other hand between her fingers; this time it was a blue color scheme. giving the bracelet the same look she gave it with the other one.

"i think they would like anything you give to them," maki replied, rather sure of her words. while she doesn't know the nature of how deep your relationship is with nobara, she can tell it was a close bond. "..you think so?" whispering, her orange gaze softens as she eyes the bracelets in two of her hands. maki observes the girl; the aura around her feels tender, like she got dragged into feeling such a sentimental scene. "you know, if you can't decide, you can just buy both." just then, a light bulb lit up inside nobara's head.

she did, in fact, buy both bracelets; of course, both bracelets had a pair.

ⅴ. (when she said she loved maki)

"i love you."

that was the last nail hammered on the coffin, and god, does it fucking hurt so much? it felt like your whole heart just died, got shot where it hurt the most, and bled and bled till nothing was left behind. your heart bled for nothing; it loved for nothing; you hoped and prayed for nothing. this was the upcoming downfall you warned yourself about over and over again, yet you still fell for it. you still fell for the false hopes you deluded yourself into having, making yourself think you had any slim chance of getting your feelings reciprocated. how stupid—how stupid of you to believe in anything.

the world around you blurs out: the sounds of people talking and chatting, the walking and running footsteps of hundreds and thousands of strangers, the chirping of birds, the engines of vehicles, and such driving on the road—it is all just one blurry background to you. one that your brain cannot process, one that your brain doesn't want to process, because every fiber and tissue in your being is wishing right now to be swallowed whole by a curse and crushed into countless pieces to the point of no recognition. you wish to be erased, removed, eradicated, disintegrated—anything that could make you disappear from this world—from her. just by hearing her name in your head makes you want to go fucking insane.

perhaps it was your fault for being so nosy and wanting to take a peek at the note that has been placed on nobara's desk. if only you weren't so desperate for any confirmation of her feelings, if only you stayed content with how things are with her, you wouldn't have to get hurt this badly. the letter that was on her desk was a love letter, and you could still remember how your heart picked up pace, giving you an anxious feeling in your gut after such a discovery. slowly and nervously opening up the folded letter, you instantly knew whose handwriting it was—it was nobara's. you read and read, then you put down the letter and walked away, trying to hold back your tears from falling out. you weren't even able to read the whole thing because you knew who it was for. it was for maki.

you hated how she talked about how pretty maki was—the prettiest even—how she loved those fighting sessions she had with her, how beautiful she looked as she watched the sunset go down, and how she bought matching bracelets thinking of her. every word written in the letter screamed maki, maki, maki, maki.. not you.

you locked yourself in your room, crashing forcefully onto the bed. you lay there motionless, almost like you're dead. well, perhaps you are dead; a part of you is gone, erased, eradicated. there's a certain numbness in your tongue yet an overwhelming sense of sadness in your head that you just can't get rid of.

["dear diary, I feel like shit; i look like shit; what's even the point? clearly, she doesn't like me; why am I still pursuing?"]

["dear diary, i'm so mad at myself; i want to scream so badly, but it's like there's this rock somewhere in my mouth stopping me from letting it all out—shit, shit, i'm cryin' now."]

suddenly, a knock on your door reaches your ears, pulling you out of your head. the energy to walk up and open the door is non-existent, as you just want to lay down and not get up. you only do so when you hear a familiar voice outside of your room.

"(name)? can we talk?" her voice is a bit muffled due to being on the other side of the door, but you could still hear her as clearly as day. she sounded concerned, which in turn made you concerned too. what did she want to talk about? did you do something wrong? did you accidentally make her mad? panic settles in, and questions start flooding in your mind. you got up from your bed and walked towards the door, opening just slightly to take a peek outside, and there she was, standing outside your room.

"hey.." you tried putting effort into your greeting, but it just came out very tired. making it up for the tired greeting, you gave a small smile. you could see from the small opening of the door that she gave a small smile back to you. you opened the door wide for her, letting her into your room so that the conversation between you two would remain private.

"you saw the letter...?" she looked in disbelief as she said that, the kind of look you would give to someone who you didn't want to see what they just saw. was the love letter for maki supposed to be a secret? "..you mean the letter for maki-san? yeah, but i didn't take a peek," you lied, somehow saying that lie was much easier to breathe at the moment. god, just mentioning her name in your mouth was enough to have you breakdown, but you needed to be strong; you needed to put up a front long enough for you to be alone and die from heartbreak.

"for maki-san? the letter is not for maki-san.." confusion was evident on her face; seeing her reaction made you confused as well. was the letter really not for maki-san? you thought. were you wrong about the letter being for maki-san? you thought again.

"..the letter was for you, (name)!"

"..what? wait! you like me!?"

"yes!"

you two stared at each other in shock as confusion faded away while the confession settled slowly in your mind. she likes you, not maki-san; she likes you and not maki-san; surely this might be a dream—no way she actually likes you back. there's just no way it's possible.

"i like you (name)," sounding more sure of herself, the slight furrowed of her eyebrows, her lips being in a straight line, her eyes showing fear, nervousness, and anticipation all in one, the trembling of her hands—you could see her waiting patiently for your answer. this was enough to tell you that this was real; her confession was real and sincere.

"..i like you too."

ⅰ. (when her lips touched yours, in uttermost passion)

she was so pretty up close—way too pretty, in fact—that she left you stunned—so stunned that you don't even realize really just how close she actually was. you can feel her breath on your lips and your cheeks heating up. enchanted by her and her beauty, you can no longer restrain yourself anymore. slowly sneaking your arms around her neck, resting them on her shoulders, you gently push her closer to you, all the while trying to hide your eagerness. noticing your behavior changed, she grins—grabbing your waist in her hands to keep you from potentially moving away from her; she doesn't want to let you go (not that you would do such a thing; clearly from your actions, you don't want to let her go either). inch by inch, little by little, the space between you two disappears as seconds pass by. just as you're about to get the luxury of kissing her, she diverts her head to the side of your head; instead of kissing your lips, she kisses underneath your ear instead.

surprised by her bold action, you let out a squeak, that scarlet color of red spreading through your cheeks and ears, shutting your eyes due to the embarrassment you feel—you can feel the soft touch her kisses emit on your skin. tingling every nerve in your nervous system, causing your whole body to tremble tremendously, and not being able to do anything but let her continue pressing gentle kisses underneath your ear is a blissful moment for you, one you don't want to end.

alas, you felt the loss of her lips on your skin, the creeping feeling of disappointment shown on your facials when you frowned when she pulled away. she notices the change in your mood and is flashing a smug expression back at your frown. "aww... what's wrong? you have quite the long face.." she teased, letting out a little laugh as she spoke. moving one of her hands from your waist to your cheek, she gently caressed it with her thumb, moving it slowly in different patterns and shapes. even as she teases you, that glint of tenderness in her eyes gives your heart a fast-pumping rhythm, just like the many times before she's made your heartbeat hasten.

"..i want to kiss you!" you quietly yet boldly declare right to her face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes slightly squinted to show how much you want—no, you need for her lips to be on yours. after so much restraint and yearning, you deserve at least this much. plus, with how close her lips are to you, how could you not want to kiss her?

you could see her eyes slightly widen at your demand, surprised by your unexpected newfound confidence and boldness, cheeks go slightly red after really processing what you've just said, and she can feel the breath in her throat go away as soon as she tries to speak. "l-like, right now!?" hating the way she stutters, especially in front of someone as pretty as you, the tremble of her lips tells you enough of what she's really feeling right now. "yes, if that's okay with you," you reply, not wanting to force her into something she didn't want to do.

"no! it's..it's okay."

"are you sure?"

"yes, i'm sure (name).."

"are you really sure..?"

"yes, i'm totally sure."

"...okay" you say, not necessarily believing her but still taking her word for it. unwrapping your arms around her neck, you put your grip on her uniform, pulling her even closer to you than before, making her feel your nervous breath on her lips and hers on yours. "..are you ready?" showing your uncertainty in her consent to let you kiss her. you wanted to be ultimately sure that she wanted this too and that this wasn't one-sided by any means possible. "always" she smiled, rather softly and not the smug kind you were expecting. she always had such a dominating aura in your eyes; the way she presented herself wherever she was and the confidence she carries always made your legs buckle and your heart throb.

you went on your tippy toes, making yourself slightly taller than your original height to help you close the gap between your lips better. in your opinion, the lack of space between you two would have made you shiver in distress had it been anyone else that was in her position; she was not anyone else; no, she was the exception. the only way you would let this close to you personally (and literally), she was very, very special indeed.

she must have grown impatient because, as soon as you moved just an inch towards her face, she moved her lips onto yours. her eyes were closed when she went in for the kiss; you, however, were in a state of shock, like time had frozen still, leaving you somewhat paralyzed in the palms of her hands, temporarily helpless as you finally reap what you've sowed for such a very long time. the kiss was nothing grand; the best way you could describe the kiss shared between you two was a peck on the lips. it was very clear that neither of you two had any sort of experience with romance, let alone intimacy. this was probably the first kiss you two were going to have, and god, it felt really good.

"............"

"...wow, that was so hot."

"yeah? really?"

"yeah, really hot, like really, really hot."

"..do you want another one?"

"..hell yeah"

you kissed her one last time, just to make sure none of this wasn't a dream—it wasn't; not one bit was a dream. her lips are reality, her hands touching your cheeks are reality, her being yours is reality, and you being hers is reality. all of this is reality, and goddamn, it feels so fucking good.

["dear diary, FUCK YOU, I HAVE A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND NOW!!"]

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Fighting Fate

Request: Hiiii Sweetheart 💋 Hope you don't mind me sending you an Antonio idea for my bday this weekend ☺️ I'm also having a bad time at the moment, so I really hope this is okay 🥺 maybe where the reader and him are dating and she got undercover on a case but something goes wrong and they can't get there in time, so they have to see her get beaten and eventually shot and Antonio's world crashes when they find her barely hanging on. The team blames themselves for all this and they stay with her and also take care of Antonio who never leaves her site till she wakes up and then all fluff ? Thank you so much my love 💕

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Intelligence!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, being beaten up, drugging, gunshot wound, hospitals, swearing

A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't get it out this weekend. Happy belated birthday to the anon that sent this and again I'm sorry.

It was supposed to be a simple undercover case, get in and get out. Hank had promised that they were going to be there if anything went wrong and that was true but they weren’t fast enough. It was supposed to be easy but nobody was counting on you getting drugged and taken to the back of the house of the perp who was planning to do things. They weren’t planning on letting you get beaten up or shot but it had happened. None of this sat well with your boyfriend of 3 years, Antonio Dawson. Nobody expected you to be in the hospital fighting fate.

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You and Antonio had gotten up together bright and early due to both of your internal alarm clocks. You were the first to wake up to the sun hitting you. Your eyes fluttered open and you were looking at Antonio still soundly sleeping and you smiled. You brought your hand up to run your hand through his hair and when you did the motion of it woke him up. He smiled at you. “Good morning, gorgeous.” He said in the rough still filled with a sleep voice, the voice that made you shutter and do things to you.

“Hi, handsome.” You said you just wanted to lay there in his embrace and not move but you knew that wasn’t possible. Antonio started to get up and you groaned and he just smirked.

“I know you don’t want to but Hank will have our heads if we are late.” He said and leaned over to kiss you nose which made you scrunch it up. You sighed when he pulled away.

“Fine, but you’re making it up to me when we get home tonight.” You said and he chuckled.

“Of course, my dear.” He said and headed into the bathroom where he began doing his morning routine and then you followed suit. You both gently shoved each other around and played around which ended up in kisses.

When you were finally done in the bathroom you both headed off into the kitchen. You both grabbed your to-go mugs and filled them with coffee and then ate a little bit of something and then you both were on your way. You hoped for an easy case but you knew from working in Intelligence that there was no such thing as easy cases and if there were then count yourself lucky. As you both arrived, having decided to take one car, Antonio parked the car and killed the engine and you both were heading into the building. Everyone knew that you were a couple and you even had paperwork done because of it. Trudy greeted you both and then you were heading up the stairs to the bullpen. Most of everyone was there and everyone greeted you both.

You barely even had time to sit down and put your stuff when Hank walked into the bull-pen. "Ok everyone! Listen up! I just got intel from my CI saying that the person we have been chasing is going to be at an art show and will be making a bust. I want someone undercover to meet him and two additional people in there and the rest on standby. This will be taking place at 4 PM." He said and then Adam spoke up.

"Who is going to be the one interacting with him?" He asked

"I'm gonna have Y/N be interacting with him." Hank said and you tensed and so did Antonio but didn't dare challenge it. "Ok. Everyone back to work." He said and everyone nodded and he left for his office. You walked back to your desk with Antonio hot on your heels.

"I don't like this." He said and you turned to look at him.

"I don't like it either but it's what we signed up for." You said and he nodded and you gave him a quick kiss and then he was walking back to his desk. Everyone was silent focusing on their work and what will have to be done for this operation.

30 minutes to 4 PM Hank was having you get ready with the help of the girls. You were nervous. "How are you holding up?" Hailey asked and you looked at her.

"Not well." You said and they looked at you sympathetically.

"You'll be ok. You've done this countless times." Kim said and you looked at them.

"I just have a feeling that something is going to happen and it's not going to be like other times." You said as they placed the wire on you.

"You'll be great. You got this." Kim said and you nodded and then the three of you were heading out to the bull-pen. Antonio was stunned at your beauty and knew why he fell in love with you. and then you were headed to the art gallery.

Antonio stopped you before getting out. "Remember. If anything happens, use the code word and we'll get you out." He said and you nodded and then he kissed you and you kissed back. You made sure that your mic was working and you, Adam, and Jay were heading inside. You all scattered and waited.

Nothing happened in the next 10 minutes and you were about to call it off when he caught your eye. This was it so you started to flirt with him and the next thing you knew he was walking over to you smirking. "Well hello there beautiful." He said with a dazzling smile. You felt no attraction to him only for Antonio but had to play the game.

"Hey there, handsome. This is some awesome work you have here." You said and just continued to smirk.

"Why thank you. I noticed you needed another drink so I brought you one." He said and took your empty glass and put a full one in your hand. You smiled and tipped it towards him.

"Thank you." He said and took a drink and he continued to smirk. You continued to talk to each other but everything seemed to start to become blurry. You could hear the others talk but everything felt so heavy.

"Hey you ok?" He asked and when you tried to shy away from his touch you knocked over glasses. This got Adam's and Jay's attention.

He led you outside and into his truck and then you passed out.

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"Hey, something is wrong." Jay said into the comm and he started to walk toward you with Adam but the perp was already leading you out. You were stumbling and he was holding you up.

"Guys we need to move in." Adam said

"What? What's going on?" Hank said

"I think Y/N has been drugged." Jay said and Antonio’s world stopped.

"Move in." Hank said and when they stormed the building and Jay and Adam reached the spot you were at. You and the perp were gone

When they gathered, commotion was going on behind them. Other officers were arresting dealers and buyers. "Do we know where he would've taken her?" Antonio asked and nobody answered but your yelps came through their comms and they rushed to the van.

"I think he may have taken her back to his house." Jay said

"Let's get a move on then!" Hank shouted and they did just that. They listened to your struggle and took a beating but you were fighting back.

"You bitch." The perp said as he grabbed your hair and pulled you back. The second you both were inside the house you had woken up.

"Stay away from me." You said taking a swing but you were still weak.

"I'm not done with you." He said and ripped your shirt. “You’re wearing a fucking wire?!” He shouted and then gunshots went off and Antonio’s heart stopped and his world came crashing down once again.

Antonio couldn't listen but he couldn't bear to take the comm out of his ear. "20 minutes out." Hank said.

"20 minutes is too long." Antonio said practically growled. They continued to listen and when they pulled up to the house before vehicles were stopped everyone was rushing out just as the perp was taking off and storming the house. When Antonio walked in, his heart stopped.

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They ran in and the perp had just begun running so Adam and Kevin took off after him. Antonio ran over to you and knelt down. The perp had shot you in the stomach. "Baby." He said and got no answer and that worried him your eyes were closed and breathing was sallow. He began putting pressure on your wound which made you yelp and your hands came to his you coughed and blood came with it."'Onio." You slurred your words, drugs still running through your system. Eyes still closed.

"Don't try to talk." He said to you and looked up. "I need a fucking medic in here!" He shouted and Sylvie and Gabby came rushing in and Gabby gasped. She loved you like a sister even before you began dating her brother.

"Hey Y/N/N." Gabby said they both began working on you.

"Gabby?" You asked still slurring and eyes cracked open and Sylvie looked over to Antonio.

"What happened?" She asked

"It was supposed to be an easy undercover get in and get out. The bastard drugged her and then brought her here. She fought and then he shot her." He said and they nodded, they spoke and everything sounded underwater. Your eyes began rolling into the back of your head and you started convulsing.

"Get her into the recovery position." Gabby said and Sylvie along with Antonio helped and when you stopped, they moved quickly and onto the gurney and outside to the ambulance. Antonio rode in the back with you and Gabby. "Her stats are dropping." She said when the beeping of the machine started going off frantically.

"2 minutes out." Sylvie said and just as she said that a flatline sounded through the entire ambulance and Antonio's heart stopped for the third time that day. Gabby began doing compression and pushing fluids until she got you back and they pulled up to Chicago Med.

Sylvie parked and got out and opened the back. Where Will and Connor were standing. You were completely out of it. They rattled off what was wrong as they headed into the ED. Antonio was just silent and when Will and Connor took you back to where he wasn't allowed Gabby stopped him and hugged him. She comforted her brother. "She's going to be ok." She said when she released him but he just kept looking at his bloodstained hands.

"She's going to make it right?" He asked, looking at her.

"She's a strong woman. She can get through anything. She's putting up with your ass." Gabby tried to joke but he wasn't having it. "Text me updates." She said and hugged him one more time before leaving. He went to the waiting room where the rest of them were. Everyone comforted him but he just sat down looking at his hands.

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6 hrs into waiting he got up abruptly and went into the bathroom and began scrubbing his hands. Trying to get rid of the blood, your blood. Jay walked in after seeing him rush off. “Antonio.” He said but he didn’t respond by now all the blood was gone but he still kept scrubbing. Jay put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s gone.” He said and turned the water off.

“Did we catch him?” He asked, turning to Jay and he nodded.

“Yes, Adam took him down. He’s going to jail for a long time.” Jay said and Antonio nodded “Ready to head out to the waiting room?” He asked his best friend and he nodded. They walked out into the waiting room just as soon as Will and Connor came out. Everyone walked over to them.

“She’s in critical care. She convulsed a second time on the table and then her heart stopped. We got her back. The bullet hit some pretty major arteries and organs, both Will and I worked on her at the same time to quickly get her out and off anesthesia. She’s being monitored and will continue to be monitored.” Connor said.

“Will she be allowed to have visitors?” Hank asked

“Yes.” Will said “We’ll take you to her now.” He finished and both of the doctors led the team to your room. When they got there Antonio was immediately at your side in the blue chair too scared to hold your hand. “If you need anything, she starts crashing or wakes up. Let us know or a nurse.” Will said and everyone nodded and took a position around your room. Will and Connor had left and it was just them, it was silent except for the beeping of your heart monitor letting them know that you were alive.

“It’s our fault she’s here. Jay and I should’ve been faster at getting to her.” Adam said and nobody said a word they knew was true.

“If everybody would’ve just moved then we would’ve gotten to her in time.” Jay said, really blaming himself. He loved you like a sister and treated you like a sister but also one of the guys.

“She said she had a bad feeling about this one but we didn’t listen.” Kim said tears were falling and Adam slung an arm around her shoulder.

“It shouldn’t have been her. She’s the nicest person I know.” Hailey said, curling herself into Jay.

“I would do anything to go back in time and be there on time.” Kevin said

Neither Hank or Antonio had said anything and they didn’t know what to say. They shouldn’t have let it happen.

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A week that is how long you had been out and how long the team had been coming in and out checking on you. One person didn’t dare to leave, your boyfriend. Everyone would come and bring clothes and food to him but he didn’t feel like moving not wanting to be gone if you woke up.

It wasn’t until another week had passed that you started to show signs of waking up. The team never stopped visiting you and Antonio hadn’t left your side. It was just him in the room. It started out as a rustle of sheets and a groan; Antonio had fallen asleep but when the commotion started, he woke up. He saw your nose scrunch up and he stood up. “Hold on baby. I’m gonna go and grab someone.” He said and quickly stepped out of the room and yelled for the closest person which just so happened to be both Will and Connor. They came running along with some nurses.

“What happened?” Will asked moving to stand beside your bed.

“She started to move around and wake up.” Antonio said and stepped back while Connor and Will took care of everything. Once you were fully awake and questions were answered they left and now it was just you and Antonio.

“Antonio. Baby.” You said and he walked over to you when you reached out your hand.

“I was so worried about you. When you were bleeding out and looked like you weren’t breathing it scared me half to death. I should’ve said something to make sure it wasn’t you going in.” He said blaming himself and you shook your head.

“And let Hailey or Kim get hurt or in the same position that I’m in? I don’t think so. I could’ve stopped it but didn’t because I didn’t want them to get hurt.” You said and he knew you were right.

“I promise to take care of you when you get out of here. I’m at your beck and call.” He said and you smiled and then yawned. “Go to sleep baby. I’m gonna be right here when you wake up.” He said and walked over and kissed your forehead and your eyes closed. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you too.” You said as you drifted off to sleep.

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apt502-if · 8 months

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Dear Nik!! I hope you're good!!! Today's my birthday and maybe this is a little self-indulgent, but if you're okay with me asking: how would M (in crush stage) react/what'd they do on MC's birthday, especially if they're both elementary school teachers and the kids want to prepare a surprise for MC (and blackmailed M into it bc they're kind of onto their crush hehehe - or maybe M prepared smt already anyway?? Hehehe) ? Thank you and have an awesome day!! Can't wait for the demo!!!

I'm so sorry for the late reply! Happy belated birthday and I hope you enjoyed it!

For the kids, M would go all out. If they asked M to dress up as a clown, they'd do it. M loves their kids, and they are a completely different person around them. Obviously when they're crushing M wouldn't need too much convincing, but either way, M would plan a whole party with them just for them to enjoy themself. It seems out of their character, but you will see that M is sooo different with their class.

I don't want to say too much because there is a birthday episode for MC so we'll see hehe

#mail #about: mona/mason

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house-of-kolchek · 1 year

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Hi !! I’ve been reading a bunch of your fics cause im hyper fixated on Jason Kolcheck rn. And I was wondering if you could do a Jason Kolcheck x reader fic where Jason has a breeding kink😵‍💫I would really appreciate if you did it cause my birthdays next week so it would be like a birthday present anyways, thats my request/idea. Thanks, love your fics❤️🤭

Hello!! Happy belated birthday dear!

I'm so sorry I was late with this - I was trying to get it finished by the end of the week but life got in the way a little bit. I hope you enjoy this!!

Put a Baby in Me, Darlin' (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Warnings? JasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasabreedingkinkJasonhasa-

Word Count: 2k

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When Jason looked at you, he looked hungry.

Which didn’t bode particularly well considering you were in the middle of a child's birthday party.

But no. You weren’t one to back down from a challenge.

You smirked at the man, sending him a wink before turning your attention back to the group of girls - all under the age of ten. You grinned, bowing your head and allowing one of the girls - Charlotte, who sported adorably mismatched pigtails - to place a too-small plastic tiara on your head.

“My, my, what an honor to be granted the title of representative,” you gushed, your voice taking on an exaggerated posh accent. Charlotte giggled, returning your bow before rushing back to her friends, all sprawled across the lawn looking eagerly at your form. In their eyes, you could clearly see they didn’t understand even half your words, but they still faced you with the glimmer of absolute fascination.

“Repentive!!” One of the girls shrieked, erupting into laughter at the hilarity of the word.

So maybe they were paying more attention than you gave credit for.

“Alas!” you announced, your voice nearly cracking with your accent. “My first act as representative-” the girls giggled, erupting a soft pang in your heart “-will be to declare candy as every meal!”

The chorus of excited shrieking drew all the party’s attention to you, as a swarm of girls tackled you into a pile. Your tiara flew across the lawn, your hair tangling into the grass as you wrapped your arms around as many of them as you could manage. Fighting back grunts as elbows and knees poked into your gut, you couldn’t help the laughter escaping your lips as the group began chanting “Candy! Candy!” on repeat.

“Alright, girls!” Another, much more adult voice cut through the chants. “Get off aunt (Name)!”

You noted the amusement in her tone as Jason’s sister, Amanda, entered your field of view. Pulling the crowd of kiddos off you, she gave a playful roll of her eyes, waiting for you to stand again.

“Candy Queen,” you mouthed, drawing a snort from her.

“I’m calling you when Barb’s bouncing off the walls at 1am you know,” she threatened, and you offered her a mild shrug, reaching down to ruffle the hair of the accused.

As Amanda guided the children along to the recently unveiled pinata, a warm pair of hands wrapped around your waist. You stiffened for only a second, before Jason’s husky voice whispered against the shell of your ear.

“Y’know, you’re really good with them,” he remarked with a dangerous glint to his tone. His palms swept under your shirt, warm against the skin of your stomach.

“Are you seriously trying to turn me on in the middle of your niece’s birthday party?”

“Is it workin’?” He chuckled as you slapped his wrists away, turning to press a brief kiss against the curve of his jaw.

“No,” you teased, pinching at the collar of his shirt as you stepped away from him. “But I’m having fun getting you all riled up.”

His mouth fell open, a retort on his lips, as you made your way back over to the group of adults. You graciously accepted as one of Jason’s cousins offered you the opportunity to hold their newborn. With a flare of mischief, you glanced back over to your husband, quirking a brow at the intense stare he faced you with. The tips of his ears turned red, and just to rile him up further, you leaned to press a kiss against the baby’s little forehead.

It wasn’t like he kept it hidden. You saw the hungry way he looked at you any time you were around children. You’d heard him whisper “puttin’ a baby in you” at least more than twice in the bedroom. Hell, the first time you’d told him he could come inside you, it took him exactly two seconds to do just that.

And you were far from against it. You were good with kids, and you loved them. Especially in recent months, you’d found yourself fascinating about your own little bundle of joy. Your heart and your pussy swelled at the thought of a little one - hopefully sporting Jason’s deep brown eyes and your hair - staring back up at you with one of those toothless smiles you adored so much.

And so, as the party drew to an end, and you bent down to kiss your niece goodnight, you took a new pleasure in the way Jason’s gaze bored into your back. You took your time offering goodbyes, teasing him relentlessly as you hovered by the front door.

The drive home was rather uneventful, instead filled by a warm tension in the air. Jason drove quickly, his breaths heavier than usual. And yes, when you glanced down, you didn’t fail to notice the tightness against the front of his pants.

Yeah. This was gonna be fun.

You followed Jason’s retreating figure, letting your gaze sweep up and down his body as he entered your home. His gaze stayed firmly cemented to the floor, that familiar quirk in his brows as he held his tongue. To hazard a guess, he almost looked embarrassed.

Why? You weren’t quite sure. So, with a slight pang of sympathy, and less than slight ache in settling in your lower stomach, you finally gave him what he wanted.

“Alright handsome. You gonna put a baby in me or what?”

And Jason choked.

His gaze snapped to you, his pupils growing wide as you stepped closer, leaning in to brush your fingers across his chest. He mouthed quiet words, his adam's apple bobbing as you watched him go through the five stages of grief within two seconds. He’d been caught, until he started to realize that you liked it.

“I think I would make a pretty good mommy, don’t you?” you drawled, grinning wickedly as his arms tensed, his hands curling into tight fists. With a flash in his eyes, and another heavy gulp, Jason’s voice dropped an octave.

“You’re playin’ a dangerous game there, sweetheart,” he warned, and you brightened at the challenge. Curling both your hands into his shirt, you stood on your toes, your lips just barely brushing against his with each word you uttered.

“Oh, I don’t play games… daddy.”

And in the next second, Jason scooped you into his arms, winding your legs around his waist and surging forward until your back hit the door. His lips collided with yours in a messy kiss, his tongue already prodding at your bottom lip. You gasped against his lips, wrapping your arms tight around his neck as you arched into his chest. His worn baseball cap hit the ground with a soft thump, and your hands flew into his hair, raking your fingers through the soft strands.

With his hips pinning you against the wall, Jason leaned back enough to yank your shirt over your head. Dipping his head back down, he pressed hot kisses against the column of your throat. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you up enough so he could rut against your core, growing firmer with each thrust.

“Bed,” you breathed out between gasps. Jason nodded against your skin, slipping his hands across your back as he walked you across the hall and into your room. Depositing you on the bed, he paused to strip his own shirt off, before covering you with the warmth from his skin as he continued to attack your neck and jaw with kisses.

You keened as he bit into your neck, sucking hard enough to leave an angry purple mark just under the skin. Moving his mouth downwards, he turned his attention to your covered breasts, running his tongue along the curves in a searing line.

“I can’t wait to see these all swollen up,” he groaned, covering each breast with his hands and squeezing once, before he reached under your back to unclip your bra. His words sent a stream of heat to your core, and you rutted against him as his lips latched on to one of your nipples.

“I bet you can’t,” you sighed out, drawing a deep grumble from his throat as you tugged on his hair. “But I bet this’ll drive you even crazier.” Latching your fingers around his, you dragged his free hand down, resting his palm across your abdomen. Jason’s lips fell from your skin, his eyes squinting shut as his hips bucked against yours.

“Fuck, the things you do to me,” he hissed, pressing one more hot kiss against your stomach before fumbling with the button of his jeans. With a flash in his eyes, he jerked his chin towards you, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “Strip.”

In an instant, your hands were at the waist of your pants, tugging them down with your panties in one swipe. Jason - ever the impatient man - helped yank the garment off your ankles, his hands gripping each of your knees to spread your legs. With a shuddering sigh, he let one hand cup the warmth between your legs, tracing a finger along your folds and groaning at the slick.

“Fuck, Darlin.’ Think you can take it without any prep?” he husked, his gaze fixated on your core as one hand absentmindedly stroked himself.

Well, if you didn’t before, you sure as hell did now.

All it took was your nod, and Jason was leaning over you again, lining himself up before easing into you. You hissed out a long gust of air at the stretch, one arm reaching behind your head to dig your fingers into the sheets.

“‘m gonna fill you up so good,” he grumbled, cupping the backs of your legs and pressing them back to your chest. Hovering over you, he set a rapid pace, drilling into you in a way that felt almost feral.

Jason leaned over you, a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead against the valley between your breasts before he dipped down, his tongue running rapidly along your skin to lap it up. You groaned, rolling your hips against him, the friction against your clit adding to that delicious ache in your core.

“What are you gonna do?” you hissed, your throat catching on the words as Jason gave a particularly hard snap of his hips. His lips seared against the skin of your collar as he groaned, his fingers digging into your sides.

“‘m gonna put a fuckin’ baby in you,” he chanted, his pace growing sloppy. The words sent heat straight to your core, and your nails dug in against his shoulders as you bucked your hips up to meet his.

“Say it again,” you ordered.

And he did.

Again, and again he chanted, his voice breaking and rising in pitch. The clipped sounds in the back of your throat met his as you yanked his head down, attacking his lips with tongue and teeth as the coil in you finally snapped.

Jason was soon to follow you, falling over the edge with a drawn out, shaky gasp. He fell across your trembling form, reaching to brush one of the many messy strands of hair away from your eyes. With a sheepish grin, he pressed a final, soft kiss to your shoulder, before heaving himself back to a seated position.

You groaned, your head falling back into the pillows as he angled your hips back. Pulling out, he watched, completely entranced as his release leaked from you. His finger traced under your entrance, swiping it all up and pushing back into you. You whined at the overstimulation, your thighs clamping shut, inadvertently pinning his hand in place as a makeshift-plug. Meeting your eyes, Jason’s grin grew, a mischievous glimmer forming in his eyes.

“Hey so what do you think of the name Simon?”

“Jason!”

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phoebe-delia · 6 months

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Dear Rowan; Love, Harry.

This is a belated birthday gift for @basicallyahedgehog. Rowan you deserve much much more than this, much sooner. I'm so so sorry it's late. In my timezone, I am one day late for your birthday, but in yours I am two, and neither is acceptable in my book. So, because of that, I have written you something...unique. I suppose. That's a nice way to put it.

This is a letter. From Harry. To you. On your birthday. But not just any Harry. This is Harry from "this is me trying," and he has a message for you.

(For everyone else: This contains MAJOR SPOILERS from my fic "this is me trying." Like. Major. So. Don't read this if you haven't read that.)

Dear Rowan,

Er, hi? I guess? That's how letters are supposed to start....this is awkward. Why am I making this so awkward? It's not my fault I'm this way—Phoebe wrote me like this. It's her fault. Anyway.

First of all, happy birthday. Phoebe has advised me that it wouldn't be odd for me to catch you up on everything that's happened since we left off in Draco's and my story; because it hasn't ended. Far from it.

The bakery is doing well. Really, really well. Like. I had to hire someone to manage the front. (I'm quite certain I could've handled it myself, but Draco persuaded me to hire help because I "shouldn't have to do everything yourself, you stubborn Gryffindor. Now finish writing yet another chocolate buttercream recipe and come back to bed!"

Truthfully, business isn't quite as hectic as it was the first few years. Draco would say it's because the novelty of the "Saviour" owning a bakery finally died down, but I think the real reason is because he hasn't been doing his writing here as much. He says I have adoring fans, but he doesn't seem to remember that half the people who asked for autographs were his own fans. Honestly, he acts like he's not a best-selling author and poet. I should know. I was the one who baked the cupcakes for his meet-and-greet.

He insists working in the bakery is too distracting for him, which I understand. It can be loud in there, especially when there's a big crowd. And now he's got his own big, fancy study at home where he can do his writing, plus there's Grimmauld Place's extensive library. So he's happy. And he knows he's always got a table to himself at the bakery when he does come in, which is a distraction for me. Because there's nothing to stop me from bribing him with sweets in exchange for kisses. An even trade, if you ask me. And I think even he would agree.

Let's see. What else. Oh! Ron and Hermione are doing well. Hermione instantly took a liking to Draco when they met again. They've spent hours talking about both Wizarding and Muggle literature. And Ron's just happy to have someone to play chess with who's as skilled as him.

Pansy is doing well, too. Not much to report on her. Truth be told, that woman frightens me. But she's got a wealth of information about Draco, especially when she's had a little wine. (But don't tell either of them I said that. They'd both kill me.)

That's all to say, really. We're all happy, and Draco and I are in love, and now all the late-night drives I take are with him in the passenger's seat. It's good. It's so, so good. I wouldn't trade it for a thing.

Now onto you, the birthday-haver. Phoebe tells me how proud of you she is, and I can see why. Draco and I think you're fantastic, and we're incredibly impressed with how far you've come. We love every story you've made about us. Thank you for creating worlds for us to love each other, to be ourselves, and to be happy, above all else.

Thank you for being Phoebe's friend. When she wrote Draco's and my story, she was in a difficult chapter in her life, and she says you were a big part of why she was able to come out of it for the better. She wants me to tell you she feels beyond lucky to have you in her life, and from what she tells me, I can see why.

We love you, Rowan. Draco and I, and also Phoebe, who insisted with an odd gleam in her eyes that she loves you more, and Draco and I were not about to argue with that. Happy Birthday. Here's to another year of trying to figure out the difference between who we think we're supposed to be, and who we really are.

Love,

Harry

#happy birthday rowan #im so sorry this isn't...uhhh...normal?#this is super niche??#harry potter #meta

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diorsbrando · 7 months

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sosaaa happy belated birthday angel!! 🩷 sorry i'm late but i just wanna drop by and wish you all the best!! i hope you know how important and precious you are to so many ppl :3 you are one of the few i always look forward to seeing on my tl (even if i'm not that active these days) so pls know that you are so loveddd mwahh

SCARLET MY DEAR !!! hewwo hewo and thank you so much for the bday wishes 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 i deeply appreciate them !! and it’s okay if you’re a few days late, im choosing to be delulu so all libra season is my birthday : D i do not know, or don’t always remember/can comprehend my apparent value to other people but it makes my little heart smile to see your kind words 😇 im showering you in so many kisses and the tightest of hugs 🩷🩷🩷🩷

#*☆ﾟ. destinies cross ── asks.#Ꮺ moots.#explicitlyfine

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hongjoongscafe · 2 years

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The bus stop lady

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Pairing: Jiwoo(KARD)×fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst (not really)

Summary: when she falls in love with a stranger but doesn't know a thing about her.

Warnings: homophobic parents but not in detail.

Word count: 3.6k+

Note: happy belated birthday to my amazing friend @veneziamadness 🎉🎉💓💓. I hope you have a better year💓 This fiction is for you from me as a gift💓 I can't do much from here but I am still there for you in your lowest and your highest. I'm sorry that this is a bit late. Anyway, I love you so much!!!💓💓💓

Note 2: gif is by @allofmylovelove 💓

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*DO NOT REPOST, PLZ*

"Y/n! Come on, get ready soon! You are gonna get late. Last time your boss paid you half of your salary because of your lazy ass!" Y/n heard her roommate, Somin, screaming at her from the kitchen.

She quickly got ready and jogged downstairs and grabbed a piece of toasted bread and her favorite flavored milk from the fridge.

Somin was standing at the counter and looking at her with a frown. "At least eat properly!"

"I can't. If I do, I will be late," her voice muffled as she was chewing her bread. "I'll see you later on!" With that see sprinted out towards the bus stop.

Y/n wasn't the one to be late. She was so punctual with all the schedules. But it changed in the last two years. She would be late for her job every single day. Somin, her best friend, and roommate, always thought that y/n was having trouble waking up but she didn't know that this whole being-late-thing was on purpose.

Y/n reached the bus stop just in time as the bus was about to move. She got in and sat on her usual seat. The same bus would come to the bus stop about twenty minutes before this time. She didn't have a problem with waking up earlier and catching the early bus but then she wouldn't be able to see her—

The bus stop lady.

When y/n moved to this city two years ago for her job, she would catch the early bus and go to her office on time. There was no day that she would be late but it changed after one morning.

"Oh dear, I shouldn't have drunk this much… fuck I'm so late!" Y/n whispered to herself while running towards the bus stop.

She was lucky enough to get on the bus. If she had missed this bus, she would have had to wait for 3:00 pm. Well, that would be too bad.

She was frustratedly looking outside, not liking the fact that she was late for her job. She could already hear BM teasing her. Her thoughts paused when the bus stopped at the next stop.

Her eyes moved along the people waiting or getting up or down from the bus. Of those people, the black and blond-haired lady caught her eyes the most. She had a small but chubby face with big doe eyes that looked so captive. Her full glossy lips were looking so kissable. The lady was biting her lower lip. Her milky and soft skin was shining under the sun's rays that happened to find their way towards her.

Suddenly, the lady looked inside the bus, at y/n. She quickly looked ahead of her rather than looking outside the window. Y/n's cheeks heated up and her heartbeat was dancing. Something about the lady made her feel so warm and fluffy. As if there were some butterflies in her stomach.

…

It has been three days and yet the bus stop lady was roaming around y/n's thoughts. The thing was that she only saw the lady if she went late. This made her curious, the need of wanting to know more about the lady was growing more and more every day.

That's how she ended up getting late for her job every day. Nobody was aware of this. All of her friends and colleagues thought that she was genuinely getting late. Although she was always on time for parties and other events, nobody noticed that much.

The bus stopped at the other stop and y/n's hopeful eyes roamed through the crowd of people. Then she saw her. Her hair was looking different. Other than the black and platinum blond hair, she had blonde hair with some patches of soft colors. She looked like an angel straight from the heavens. The lady looked up and her beautiful eyes made eye contact with y/n and gave a sweet smile with tiny dimples at the corner of her lips. This smile was something y/n fell in love with the moment she saw.

The blood rushed toward y/n's cheeks leaving a soft red blush behind. Y/n gave the lady a shy smile with a tiny wave and looked away.

For the last two years, they have been doing this and nothing. Every working day they would look at each other and blush. This was worth it. If y/n was getting late and her salary was being cut short, it was alright because first of all, she was able to see the lady, and second of all, her job paid her well so it didn't make much difference anyway.

Every time before going, y/n would think of getting off of the bus and talking to the lady. But it never happened. The lady carried too much power over her. Y/n's all confidence and all the pep talk she gave to herself in the shower would drain out the moment her eyes fell on the lady.

Not only that but y/n was scared as well. She was grown in a family where being gay was equal to killing your own family. For a long time, she thought she was straight. But it was weird. Never in her life, had she ever felt a need to be with a guy. After many tries, she stopped finding a man just to realize that she was gay after only a tiny glimpse of the pretty bus stop lady.

The thought of being with a girl was scary. Y/n knew that her parents would never accept them and something bad would probably happen. Her urge to hold the lady in her strong arms and protect her from all the negativity was strong but always shattered when the face of her disappointed family came in front of her vision. Hell, she doesn't even know if the lady is into females or not.

That triggers her anxiety when everyone is asleep at night.

…

A few days later, y/n woke up early and wore a pretty outfit. Her makeup was on point. There was no reason for her to get ready differently that day but her inner feelings were screaming to put effort into that day.

Somin looked at her skeptically. It was a surprise to see y/n looking this fresh in the morning. "So you finally decided to be on time?"

Y/n looked at her friend and nodded without thinking, "mhm."

"You should hurry if you want to catch the early bus," Somin patted her back and poured herself some coffee.

"Oh," she checked the time, "right. I should get going," she grabbed her bag and left.

Y/n wasn't going to catch the early bus. If she did, she wouldn't be able to see the lady. But today, she was rather upset. She had been thinking about the lady all night, tossing and turning. There was no chance with the lady but she still stuck with her routine of getting late just to see the beautiful angel at the bus stop.

She walked way too slowly and missed the bus. Just like she wanted to. She sat there and thought about the last two years of them greeting each other with smiles. The butterflies wake up just like the first time.

Y/n was so curious to get to know the lady. She wanted to know her name and wanted to listen to her voice.

'I wonder how my name would sound when she calls me,' y/n thought.

…

Y/n's head was resting on the window of the bus. She never thought as much as she thought after seeing the lady. When the bus stopped at the next stop, y/n looked where the lady would always sit. But she wasn't there. Her soft lips formed a cute pout while looking outside trying to spot the lady.

She unconsciously gasped when someone patted her shoulder. Annoyingly, she turned around with a deep frown but it changed suddenly into a shocked face. Eyes almost popping out and mouth hanging wide.

There the lady was. Smiling brightly, showing her cute teeth. She looked even more gorgeous from up close. Her pretty eyes were sparkling brightly-

"Hi, mind if I sit here?" The pretty lady's voice was thick and honey-like. Oh, only if y/n's mouth could open more.

"Y-yes," the lady slightly frowned, "I-I mean, no! Please have a seat!" Y/n almost screamed, making the lady laugh sweetly.

Y/n could smell the Chanel perfume that the lady was wearing. It was a heavenly smell.

"It's Jiwoo," the lady said after a moment of silence.

"I-I, y/n," she stuttered.

'Fuck!'

Jiwoo wholeheartedly laughed and placed her hand on y/n's shoulder, sending shivers down her spine. "You look like a lost puppy," she chuckled, "why are you so nervous? I'm just a person."

Y/n chuckled feeling a bit calm, "I never thought I would talk to you…"

"Why not? I have been seeing you for two years. I thought I should take a break from work and meet you." Jiwoo smiled widely. "I always found you interesting," she giggled.

"Ah," y/n nervously chuckled, "I-I—"

"Were you looking for me?" Y/n's face looked shocked. She cleared her throat.

"You were!" Jiwoo quietly clapped like a little child. It made y/n heart warm. She was adoring Jiwoo. "You know what? We should share our numbers and meet up. It looks like you are going to work."

'Dammit work,' "Sure, let's do that," they exchanged their numbers.

"Are you free in the evening?" Y/n thought for a second and nodded her head as yes. "Oh! Great! We should meet up today. I know this wonderful Italian place and they have a special menu today. We should go there," Jiwoo's wide hopeful eyes sparked with the idea.

"Yeah, sure. I would love to go there," Y/n agreed.

The bus stopped at the other stop. Jiwoo got up and looked at y/n. "I'll text you the venue and we will meet at 8… let's consider this as a date," she winked and got off the bus leaving, yet again, shocked y/n.

…

"Ahh, what should I wear!?" Y/n's room was a great mess.

"What are you doing?" Somin came in and frowned at the mess.

"I have to go somewhere for dinner. But I don't know what to wear," she whined.

"Why don't I know about the dinner. I'm going too," Somin clapped her hands before turning around.

"Oh, no! It's only me," y/n scratches her nape.

"Alone?"

Y/n nervously chuckled, "not really."

Somin's eyes widened at the realization. She excitedly got on the bed and sat at the edge facing the closet where y/n was standing. She swung left and right with a grin on her face.

"So…" Somin wiggled her eyes.

"So..?" Y/n looked at her with a pout.

"Who is he?" She teasingly smiled.

"Someone that I know," y/n cleared her throat and turned around to find an outfit.

"Oh come on!" Y/n chuckled. "Just tell me already!"

The thought of not being accepted or being judged scared y/n. It's never easy to come out. Since grade eight, she has been hiding her biggest secret from others. Knowing that her family might kick her out was all a big scary step. But thinking about Jiwoo, she was ready to take the risks.

"Hey, why are you standing like a rock? What happened?" Somin got up and approached her.

It would be a burden to not tell her about this. Y/n gained some strength and said it all, "IamnotstraightIhavebeenwantingtotellbutwelliamgoingonadatewithagirl," in one breath.

Somin stood there dumbfounded, "um, sorry but… come again…?"

Y/n sighed, "I'm not straight." With that, she turned around, avoiding Somin. "I'm going on a date with a girl."

Somin stood there without moving a muscle, too stunned to even wiggle a finger. She wasn't expecting this, especially the quick talk. She didn't have any problem with y/n being gay. But she was just hurt that she didn't tell her about this before.

"Y/n… do you not trust me enough to tell me this?" Somin asked after thinking about it.

"I-it's not like that… You know where I grew up. I feel scared to come out," y/n mumbled.

"Y/n…" Somin held your shoulders, "you don't need to worry about me. As long as you are not hurting anybody or yourself, I'm supporting you," she hugged her. "But let's get you ready."

After a few minutes, y/n was all dressed up. Somin did her makeup and added some nice details to the outfit. It was not too fancy or casual, just perfectly in-between them.

"Ah, you look perfect!" Somin excitedly clapped. "Go and make me proud," she dramatically said.

Y/n chuckled and opened the door, "you won't be disappointed," and left.

…

Y/n's pov

Jiwoo was already waiting for me when I reached the restaurant. I felt bad for being a little late. The guard opened the heavy glass door and a waitress guided me to my seat.

When Jiwoo spotted me, she jumped out of her seat and hugged me tightly, "oh, my God! You look so pretty, y/n!" She exclaimed and helped me sit.

'No! Jiwoo! You look like an angel and I'm nothing in front of you:( also, my name sounds so nice when she says it,' I thought.

"Ah, look at yourself. You look so gorgeous!" I chuckled. The nervousness was pouring into my body.

She lightly laughed and oh, it was so addicting. Everything she did was so ordinary and yet so precious. I didn't want this to end any time soon. I want to devour this moment.

"You are too nice! It's nice to meet you and talk to you. I have been waiting for this day to come," 'Jiwoo was waiting for this day!?' I felt like flying in the air.

"I was waiting too. I never thought that it would come, tbh," I awkwardly chuckled.

"Why not? I knew this would happen. We have been saying hi through the bus window, and one day had to come when we would meet," she looked at me with her big bright eyes. "Did you not want to meet me?" She asked with puppy eyes. I wanted to pick her up and squish her in my hug.

"No! That's not what I mean!... I thought that we might never meet, like, in the end, we have been saying hi for about two years but never talked," I cleared my throat, feeling nervous.

Jiwoo chuckled, "you are so cute. Don't think too much. We are here now, so let's enjoy this," she smiled.

The waitress came and took our order. Everything on the menu was so eye-catching. We ordered a nice portion of food, without feeling weird about the first date thing. Food is food.

"It's nice," Jiwoo said as she looked at me.

"It is! It's a beautiful place," I nodded and looked around.

"No that's not what I mean," she took my hand in her, "'this' is nice. From day one, I wanted to meet you. You are so different from others," her thumb caressed my knuckles.

I was at the loss of words. She was too kind to me. I never felt this way before. I know one thing: I'm in love with her. But today I came to know how it feels to be in love. It's such a dumb yet pleasant feeling.

'I never want this to ever end,' my eyes felt teary.

"I love this too, Jiwoo," her name felt so right when I said it, "I-I really adore you."

Jiwoo squeezed my hand, acknowledging my words, "I know it's too soon but…" Jiwoo looked nervous, "would you be my girlfriend? I know it's too early but we have been acquainted for two years and I can't wait anymore!" She quickly added.

I couldn't help but laugh. She looked too cute to be true, "Jiwoo, I would love to be your girlfriend…" I shyly accepted. "I understand, without talking, I feel way too many things for you. I just didn't have any balls to come up to you and confess," Jiwoo's soft face softened more.

"I hope you will confess those feelings sooner," she smiled.

The food was served and we both dug in. Everything was going perfectly. The food was good. Jiwoo was good… too good.

I felt like I was living a dream. Jiwoo was my dream and now I have it. She was nicer than I thought. Humble, intelligent, smart, caring, kind, and whatnot. There was no perfect person like she was and I felt honored to have her in a way only I could have her.

After we were done with dinner, she suggested that we should get the dessert from the ice cream shop nearby. That's what we did.

We walked to the shop. It was about fifteen minutes away from the restaurant so we decided the walk would be better and the weather seemed to agree too.

As we were going, our hands brushed against each other. It sent shivers down my spine.

Finally, after a few seconds, I gained some confidence and intertwined our hands. Jiwoo quickly held my hand tighter and it felt so warm. I wasn't feeling nervous anymore. She made sure that I felt comfortable around her. She is perfect.

In the ice cream shop, we ordered our ice cream and went to the nearest park to sit and enjoy it. There were many unique flavors so we decided to take two of their famous flavors and share them. We sat facing each other on the bench, legs in a criss cross applesauce position.

We talked and ate our ice cream without realizing that someone was watching. We were lost in our own world.

Jiwoo told me that she worked nearby and lived with her best friend Jseph. And I told her about my job and that I live with my best friend, Somin, and have another best friend who lives a street away, BM. She suggested that we should hang out together and make our friends meet each other. We both were so excited.

As much as we wanted to stay, it was getting too late.

"We should get going," I said after looking at the time.

"Mhm, it's too late. Honestly, I didn't even realize how time passed by so quickly," she whined.

"It's alright. We can meet up sooner!" You stuffed the empty paper bows into the bag and threw them in the garbage bin. "Come on."

Jiwoo held your hand and got up. "Jseph is near from here. He will pick me up in a minute."

"Oh," I nodded. "I will wait."

"Yeah, we can drop you where your car is. We are going the same way anyway," she smiled and sat back.

There was a comfortable silence. The night insects were talking in their own languages. The sound of cars and people talking was feeling nice for once. Being near Jiwoo made me like everything around us. She held huge power over me.

Jiwoo turned toward me and looked at the side of my face. I smiled and looked at her face. Her cheeks looked so squishable. I wanted to gently pinch them. So I did.

I cupped her cheeks in between my hands and squished them. She looked so cute with her lips poking out and cheeks all squished. They were soft as cotton.

Her juicy lips were so kissable. I can not resist her. I brought her face close to mine. Our noses were touching. Her breath was fanning over my face. I didn't make any further move but she did. She closed the distance between our lips and enveloped her against mine.

They felt so soft and spongy. I have kissed many people but this was different. This was all I needed. I moved my lips against her. I felt like I was on cloud nine. How can she be perfect in every aspect? How can I get so lucky that this beautiful lady was mine?

It lasted for a couple of minutes when some footsteps startled us. We separated and took deep breaths and looked where a person was standing.

"Jseph! You scared us!" Jiwoo whined and side-hugged me, keeping her face on my shoulder.

"I-I am sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you. Btw, hi I'm Jseph," he greeted and shook hands with me. "Im taking this as a good date," he wiggled his eyebrows at us.

"Hi, I'm y/n," I smiled. "Yes, indeed."

"Come on, let's go. It's too late," Jiwoo got up and linked her arm with mine.

We sat in the car and went to the restaurant parking lot. I got out after saying good nights. I unlocked my car and got in. I locked the doors and started the engine when my phone vibrated in my purse.

I took my phone out and saw some messages from my mother along with a picture.

Mom: *pic*

Mom: now this is happening!?

Mom: I never thought that you would bring this disgrace to our house! You failed me! Don't you dare look in our direction ever again. But if you leave that slut and not be a slut yourself, you are most welcome

Mom: You are just a burden!

"Shit," I whispered after reading her message and seeing my pictures from not so long ago while kissing Jiwoo and enjoying your time with her. My phone vibrates once again. This time the message was from Jiwoo.

Jiwoo: I love being with you. I hope you know I feel much more for you too. I wanna meet you soon<333

This brought a smile to my face. Maybe I should not care what my parents think. They should accept who I am. I must choose the people who accept me. Like my friends and… Jiwoo.

Me: I'm glad you feel that way.♥ We should meet up sooner. How about next Saturday?

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Ahhh, I first time wrote a fem!idol fiction😄😄 this was fun.

The behavior of all the characters is visualized.

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