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wileys-russo · 7 months

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blurb request:: meeting alessia’s family for the first time, and surprising them all that you can speak italian. you get into a conversation with mario in italian about which teams better, ac milan or inter milan ultimately you both agree (which ever team you prefer out of those) are the best. Alessia gets hot and bothered at ur italian but you make her wait all night and throughout dinner and movies with her family until you both go to her bedroom to let her get her neeeedy kiss. and pls that girl will be needy for you all night, hands on your body somehow, always trying to kiss you even infront of her parents, always wanna be near you.

mambo italiano II a.russo

"what if they don't like me?" you drummed your fingers nervously against your bouncing knee, your heart rate accelerating the closer and closer you got to your final destination.

"what's there not to like?" your girlfriend grinned, reaching over and placing her hand on your knee as it stilled and you exhaled deeply. "alessia i'm serious!" you frowned at her jokes, your stomach in your throat at this point from the nerves.

"okay my love please try to breathe. i'm only joking around because really i'm more than confident they're going to love you." alessia assured calmly, squeezing your knee before retracting her hand and turning into the driveway.

"i think i'm gonna be sick." you mumbled to yourself, head thumping gently against the headrest as alessia quickly parked behind her brothers car and shut off the engine. "hey, baby look at me." the blonde grabbed your hands in hers as your head lulled to the side to meet her soft gaze.

"i adore you. they know that and they're very excited to meet you i promise. they've been pestering me about bringing you home from the very moment they found out i was seeing someone. i didn't even need to tell my mum she said she could just see a change in me, a positive change, genuine happiness. and they want to meet the girl whose responsible for it!" alessia smiled sincerely, poking teasingly at your cheeks as your own lips curled upwards and the blonde lent in, peppering a few sweet kisses across your face before you cracked a smile and lightly pushed her away.

"i'll be by your side the entire time principessa, i promise."

and true to her word alessia had stuck by that, right up until her mum had called for her help in the kitchen to finish the last of dinner, a stern look shutting down any sort of protest.

before she left your girlfriend wordlessly checked in with you, sending a look as you returned a small smile and a nod, assuring you were okay as you sat conversing with her dad and brothers.

who of course already adored you just as alessia knew they would, having watched on with amusement as her brothers battled one another for your attention, determined to get to know you.

they'd already gone out of their way to embarrass her as she feared they would, sharing all sorts of stories, nicknames and memories from her childhood with you, ignoring their sisters murderous warning glares and bright red cheeks as they did.

she'd breathed a sigh of relief seeing her dad sweep you away for a one on one, her mum ordering her brothers around to set the table for dinner.

though it was during your little one on one with the older man that alessia learned something that would change the course of your relationship for the entire foreseeable future.

at first she wasn't sure she heard correctly, pausing what she was doing as her focus zoned back toward you. ignoring her mum calling for her as she watched your lips intensely, shaking her head as all seemed normal again.

she must have been simply imagining it.

though as alessia heard her dads boomingly familiar laughter and he wrapped an arm over your shoulders and pulled you into a side hug, she heard it again.

and this time she definitely hadn't imagined it.

the strikers head shot up and her eyes narrowed, jaw slackening once the realization dawned on her that she had been correct the first time.

you were speaking italian, fluent and effortless in your diction with her dad who looked on in marvel as the two of you exchanged conversation back and forth. listening a little more carefully she realized the reason for the mans grin, you were discussing football.

or more specifically italian football, her dads childish grin due to the fact you'd professed your own love for his favorite thing beside his children, his beloved ac milan.

"you didn't tell us she spoke italian lessi." her mum had also noticed the exchange with a surprised smile of delight at the new information. "i wasn't aware that she did." alessia laughed in somewhat disbelief you'd not shared this with her before.

"can i help with anything carol?" you suddenly appeared, her dad breaking away to try and wrangle her brothers who'd started to bicker over who was sitting where making the blonde roll her eyes.

"no nothing darling, lessi's on top of it." her mum smiled with a wink making you grin at the way your girlfriend rolled her eyes and the older woman stepped out for a moment as her phone rang.

"you." alessia pointed to you accusingly with narrowed eyes. "me?" you echoed back with an innocent smile. "why didn't you ever tell me you spoke italian?" your girlfriend huffed crossing her arms over her chest with an annoyed frown. "non hai mai chiesto amore." (you never asked love) you quipped with a smile, retreating to the table as mario called you back over, patting the seat beside him with a grin.

feeling her cheeks heat up alessia cleared her throat, feeling an all too familiar feeling coil in her stomach as the foreign language dropped oh so casually from your lips.

lust, want, desire, need.

alessia had never associated her families home tongue with any of those feelings, though hearing you speak it drove the striker absolutely mad.

to the point where she couldn't help but let her thoughts drift to how pretty you'd sound begging and whining in italian in an entirely different situation.

it also went without saying that you didn't need her to tell you for you to have caught on quickly how much this had affected her. the blonde throughout the entire night making sure to show you exactly how she was feeling without needing to utter a single word.

like the way her hand slowly crept up your thigh at dinner meaning you continued to move it away and send her a subtle glare until eventually you'd had enough and stamped on her foot as a much more firm warning.

or the way she'd snatched possessively at your arm once you'd all finally moved away from the dinner table, tugging you around the corner and out of sight from her family before attempting to quite literally shove her tongue down your throat.

"lessi!" you'd laughed in shock, ducking out of the way and pushing her off. "your family is right there." you smacked at her chest playfully as the blonde groaned and her head thumped against your shoulder.

"you speaking italian is killing me baby. killing me!" alessia emphasized, again leaning in and trying to pull you into a kiss as you turned your head and her lips met your cheek instead. "keep it in your pants russo." you shook your head with a teasing smile.

"e poi forse potrai entrare nel mio più tardi." (and then maybe you can get in mine later)

that left alessias jaw almost on the floor as you pecked her lips and strode back away into the kitchen to help her mum clean up, chattering away to her dad and brothers in italian, sending her a knowing smile every time you'd catch her eye.

alessia's mood only worsened when her mum offered for the two of you to stay and watch a movie, right as the striker was mentally preparing her goodbyes, internally groaning as you eagerly agreed.

"you don't want to head off amore? you've got work tomorrow." alessia had sweetly smiled through gritted teeth as you waved her off.

"not until midday tesoro it's fine." you'd assured her, kissing her cheek in thanks as her brothers pulled you both away for their goodbyes, headed back to their own homes as alessia so desperately wished the two of you were as well.

her neediness only escalated during the movie, the two of you pressed side by side under a blanket on the lounge you once more found yourself wrestling to wrangle her hands which slipped and snuck beneath the material of your clothes.

"stop it." you warned quietly in her ear, shooting her a glare which she only returned with a charming smile, stretching her arm over the back of your shoulders and tangling a hand in your hair instead.

"oh have you shown y/n your old room lessi? it's still the exact same way you left it." carol smiled affectionately as the movie finished, alessia perking up at the opportunity as she shook her head, grabbing your hand and practically yanking you up with her.

"i'll go give her a proper tour and we'll be back down in a bit to say bye before we head home." the striker smiled sweetly though you saw right through it as she pulled you upstairs, recognizing the real intention clouded beneath her ocean blue eyes.

and sure enough the very moment the two of you passed the threshold of her childhood bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you, hardly giving you a chance to look around before her body crashed into yours.

"alessia!" you laughed as your girlfriend tackled you down onto her bed with a cheeky grin, balling your top in her hands and feverishly connecting your lips.

you withheld the urge to moan as her tongue traced your bottom lip, taking it between her teeth and nipping teasingly as your head spun and your hands came to rest on her shoulders, pushing her away as your chest heaved.

"baby your parents are literally right downstairs and we only just met and-" you were cut off as once more her lips smashed into yours silencing you, her hand resting on your cheek deepened it further before she was now the one to pull away.

"say that again in italian and maybe i'll listen."

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bbina · 2 months

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since you finished packing yesterday, you were the first one to get inside the cinema room so that meant you had a loveseat all to yourself. immediately. you plopped your feet on the other side of the sofa so no one else would sit beside you. this was the last day for lounging around in a house with all your friends

not even a moment later the rest of the guys all start coming in, you figured everyone just finished doing their own thing.

suddenly the other side of the sofa dips. you look at the culprit who had the audacity to sit next to you only to see it was wonbin.

“hope this seat isn’t taken” wonbin quips, patting your leg as he moves it to the side so he can have some space to sit.

“it is, now move” you say, trying to kick him off the loveseat but he doens’t budge. instead, wonbin lifts your legs and places them on his lap.

“too damn bad” wonbin pokes his tongue out at you, leaning back as he makes himself comfortable.

eunseok passes by and makes a “bleugh” sound before sitting down on the sofa with shotaro following suit

shotaro makes eye contact with wonbin and grins, making a heart sign with his hands, referring to you and wonbin.

anton, sohee and seunghan all sit near the projector, arguing about which movie to play first.

“i say crayon shin chan!” seunghan proposes, snatching the laptop off anton’s hands as he types his favorite show onto the web. sohee lets out an irritated sigh before snatching the laptop back

“i don’t want to watch shinchan over and over again!” sohee argues, looking up new movies that everyone hasn’t seen yet.

“uh have you guys asked everyone what they wanted to watch though?” anton looks at the rest of you, just waiting for what movie they were gonna put on. eunseok hears the commotion and suggested trolls 3. you countered that by saying you wanted to watch a horror movie. but wonbin chimes in that he doesn’t want to watch anything scary the night before you all leave back to seoul, shotaro adds that he doesn’t really care what movie they’re gonna play.

at this point everyone was just talking over each other

while everyone was arguing, sungchan and his girlfriend wordlessly come into the room. they just had a little argument prior to coming and it was evident on sungchan’s face.

yujin was accusing sungchan about some baseless accusation that he was “too” concerned for your well being and that he should just drop the fact that you were with wonbin. sungchan argued back by saying he has the right to be concerned for you as you were his best friend.

not wanting to ruin the group’s plans, they just made amends for the sake of not ruining the last group bonding.

sungchan’s eyes trail towards you and wonbin when him and yujin find a spot to sit. the way your legs are on wonbin’s lap, wonbin massaging your legs as you play on your phone. sungchan couldn’t pinpoint what he was feeling over this. why does it hurt him that you’re acting like how you usually act with him with another person?

yujin notices sungchan staring and clicks her tongue in annoyance, promptly bringing sungchan back to his senses.

“them again? seriously sungchan, this is getting annoying and weird” she grumbles, arms crossed over her chest.

sungchan rsisted the urge to roll his eyes. “you’re just seeing things, jin”

yujin doesn’t say anything else and simply goes on her phone, ignoring sungchan.

“jesus christ let’s just watch everything!” you yell, having enough of everyone being indecisive.

“i wanna watch everything everywhere all at once too!” you hear sohee excitedly say to anton and seunghan who also agreed that they wanted to watch it too. not even a minute later, anton plays the movie and projects it to the big screen

you and wonbin start giggling at the fact they heard you wrong but it evidently prompted the youngests to start the movie marathon.

and so, everyone settles in and starts watching the first of many movies.

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a couple movies in, you couldn’t take the cold much longer. you didn’t put into consideration how cold anton’s cinema room would be. you find yourself shivering next to wonbin who looked all warm and cozy thanks to his hoodie. you wrap your arms around your body, trying to conserve body heat, fidgeting next to wonbin.

“what are you doing?” he asks, noticing your discomfort

“nothing, just fixing my position” you reply, attempting to appear nonchalant (and failing)

wonbin notices the goosebumps on your skin and the way you were shivering a little. he sits up and takes off his hoodie before offering it to you.

“here” he says, handing over his hoodie to you. you hesitate for a bit before you shake your head no and refused his hoodie. wonbin rolls his eyes and pushes his hoodie back to your hands

“i’m not taking no for an answer” he says seriously, giving you a look that made you feel fuzzy. wonbin just had this effect on you when he was being serious. so you reluctantly accept the hoodie. wonbin smiles at this, commenting that you look cute in his hoodie before he resumes watching the movie.

you continue watching whatever movie was playing on the big screen, ignoring wonbin’s comment and that weird feeling in your stomach again

suddenly, wonbin removes your legs off his lap and stands up from the couch before leaving the room for a moment. when he returns, he drapes a blanket over you.

he plops back down on the couch and resumes watching the movie up front. you sit there dumbfounded by his act of service. he really took his time to get you a blanket from another room even after he already offered his hoodie.

you feel yourself blush as you sit there, touched by wonbin’s actions. who would even have thought that wonbin was that kind of boyfriend. but oh wait, he’s not your boyfriend. he’s just pretending to be. you start to feel a little conflicted. you shouldn’t even be feeling like this towards wonbin. never in a million years you’d find yourself imagining what it’s like to be wonbin’s real partner.

in attempt to pull yourself back to reality, you remind yourself that this was all fake. you and wonbin aren’t together. you never were. it was all just pretend til this whole thing is over.

maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try and be an actual couple.. even if it’s just for tonight.. you think to yourself. you were in a room with all your friends and sungchan’s girlfriend after all, might as well play the part

your eyes peer over to wonbin who was focused on the movie. you kick his back a little to grab his attention. wonbin turns around with an eyebrow raised. you motioned him to join you under the blanket

wonbin’s worried eyes glance over at eunseok who was at the other end of the room, laying on his back as his attention was fixed on the screen. even if this was all just pretend for him, he still fears eunseok just a tiny bit. he was your older brother after all and he can only guess what could go wrong if he actually pulled a move on you

wonbin feels you kick him again. he holds out his hand out, telling you to wait before scooting right next to you. you smile as you drape his side of the blanket on him before snuggling further into the couch, finally feeling warm

besides the kiss, this has been the closest wonbin has ever been next to you in front of the guys. you had a rule where there would be at least an inch of space between you just to keep things at bay but after everything that happened recently, it's safe to assume that rule has been ruled out

feeling a little risky, and tired from the awkward stiff position wonbin was in (he’s literally sat still with his hands strictly on his lap and his legs straight as a board with eunseok around), wonbin thinks that it may or may not be a bad idea to at least wrap an arm around you

wonbin suddenly leans down and whispers something to your ear

“can i wrap my arm around you? my arms is feeling a little cramped from sitting so straight” he whispers. you didn’t even need to answer him with the way your response was immediately laying your head on his chest. wonbin takes this as a yes and carefully wraps his arm over your shoulders, pulling you close to him

at that exact moment, everything suddenly feels like it’s fallen into place. this whole ordeal suddenly feels right for the both of you. you can’t deny the fuzzy feeling you’re feeling anymore. the way you are snug in wonbin’s arms just feels so right.

you can’t help but smile and sigh in content. wonbin takes it up a notch and leans his head on top of yours while rubbing random shapes on your exposed arm. almost as if this was second nature to him

you two remain in that position for a while, simply enjoying each other’s company while watching the movie. you even started absentmindedly playing with his free hand. wonbin pays no mind and even thinks that you look cute while doing it

“i need to wash my eyes with bleach, jesus christ” eunseok suddenly blurts out. his eyes wide at the sight before him. the rest of the guys look around to see what he was referring to, and their eyes fall on you and wonbin cuddling

you and wonbin simply ignore eunseok, as well as the teasing from the other guys

“eunseok just let them be” shotaro interjects, feeling happy for his best friend

“they’re so cute” seunghan adds

“wonbin hyung is so…” anton trails off, cringing a bit at the sight of his wonbin hyung being lovey-dovey

“will you guys shut up, we can’t hear the movie” wonbin grumbles. trying to block out the surprising supportive comments from his friends. despite his heart swelling at the thought that they actually like you guys together. he reminds himself that this was all for show

“bin is there popcorn left?” you ask, sitting up a bit to look over the table for the bowl of popcorn

wonbin removes his arm around you and looks for the said popcorn bowl which was empty. he shakes his head no and offers to grab some more but you pull him back to the couch, saying you’ll be the one to get it since he already went out of his way earlier to get you a blanket. you say this would be truce so you didn’t have to owe him anything. wonbin simply laughs and ushers you to hurry up before returning his attention back at the movie

with that, you leave the room to grab some more popcorn. sungchan notices and follows suit

“where are you going, chan?” yujin asks when sungchan removes his arm around her. “i’m gonna get a drink” he says, slowly getting up but is stopped when yujin clutches his shirt.

“let me come with”

“no, just stay here and keep my seat warm, okay?” was all he says before kissing the top of her head. she pouts, making sungchan’s heart swell and agrees. “fine, but could you get me a glass of water? thanks babe” she chirps before sinking further with the couch

sungchan spots you by the kitchen counter watching the little corn kernels pop. he smiles at the sight of you giggling as you watch more kernels pop and pop. you probably just added a new batch and was waiting for it to cook

he sneaks up on you before poking your side. instantly, you jump and let out a small yelp.

“fuck you” you cursed, glaring at your best friend.

“haven’t had a proper conversation with you in a while and the first thing you say to me is “fuck you”? i’m hurt, y/n” sungchan pouts, pulling out the puppy eyes on you

you huff as you divert your attention back at the popcorn maker. “what do you want sungchan”

sungchan? not jinsu? sungchan thinks to himself. he shakes his head before trying to make you look at him

“what? can’t i talk to you anymore?” sungchan raises a brow, “and whats with the government name? what happened to jinsu?” he continues, why are you suddenly mean to him?

“that’s your name isn’t it?” you sassed, hoping that the popcorn machine finishes soon. you couldn’t stand to be near sungchan much longer

“y/n” he frowns

the popcorn machine dings, signaling that it was done cooking. you hurriedly scoop a handful to pour it into your bowl. once the bowl is filled to the brim, you walked around sungchan, silent indicating that the conversation is now over

“why are you avoiding me these days?” sungchan turns around to look at you, clearly frustrated with your constant brushing off of his attempts to make a decent conversation with you

“i’m not” you deny, not wanting to continue the conversation. why can’t sungchan take the hint that you didn’t want to talk to him?

“ever since this trip started, you’ve done nothing but brush me off or avoid me. what gives?” sungchan accuses.

you stop on your tracks. a part of you just wanted to drop the bomb on him right there. you were tired of hiding your feelings for him but you know that won’t change anything. he already has yujin so what’s the point?

“are you still mad that i didn’t tell you? god, i said i was sorry already!” sungchan throws his hands up in frustration, “i’m sorry i have a girlfriend now. there, is that what you wanted to hear?” he rants

you snap your head towards him, incredulous at his accusation. yes, you were upset with him over that but that doesn’t mean you were mad at him for having a girlfriend that isn’t you.

“what the fuck is wrong with you, sungchan?” you fumed, slamming the plastic bowl filled with popcorn on the kitchen island. sungchan’s eyes widened at your outburst. already feeling regret that he said those things to you so easily

“sorry to burst your little bubble but i don’t really give a shit if you have a partner” you continued, seething “in case you haven’t noticed i’m with wonbin now” you add, the words just tumbling out before you can stop yourself

hurt flashes through sungchan’s features at the mention of wonbin. so it really is confirmed now. that you really are with wonbin

“wonbin, huh” sungchan chuckles wryly. “so you really are dating him.. since when? why tell me this now?” sungchan continues to throw out questions

that’s when it hits you. that you admitted your “relationship” with wonbin with sungchan. the initial plan of not confirming anything long gone. you internally curse yourself for digging a deeper grave, realizing that you now have to keep up the act til god knows when

“why does it matter to you? you have a girlfriend now so i shouldn’t be your concern anymore!” you bark. having enough with this conversation, you stormed out of the kitchen empty handed, leaving an upset sungchan alone in the kitchen.

“fucking hell” you cursed quietly, walking back to the cinema room. til you spot wonbin leaning by the wall, who seemed to be eavesdropping the entire time

“how much did you hear?” you ask frantically, your hands shaking.

“the part where you confirmed our “relationship” to him” wonbin says, “even if we just said we wouldn’t be doing that” he mumbles the last part.

feeling overwhelmed with everything, tears well up in your eyes. wonbin notices and quickly makes his way towards you, immediately engulfing you in his embrace. your initial irritation with sungchan gradually turns into frustration as you begin to cry

wonbin doesn’t know what took over him when he suddenly plants a kiss on your forehead, ushering you that everything will be alright but somehow it made you feel a tad bit better. the feeling of frustration slowly dispersing

you pull away for a bit, feeling a little embarrassed that wonbin’s shirt was now wet with your tears.

“sorry” you murmured, wiping your snot with the sleeve of his jacket that you were wearing, “wow i can’t believe i let someone else that isn’t eunseok see me cry” you try to crack a joke mid breakdown

wonbin chuckles, tucking the messy strays of hair away from your face. “even in a breakdown, you still managed try and crack a joke?” he muses, trying to make you feel better. it does make you feel better that wonbin was taking care of you. something was just so comforting about wonbin especially when he has you like this in his embrace.

sungchan suddenly appears, a glass of water in hand as per his girlfriend’s request. he feels his chest tighten at the sight of you and wonbin having a moment. he suddenly hears you sniffling and that’s when he realized that he made you cry.

at the same time, wonbin looks up to see sungchan staring at him with wide eyes. wonbin averts his gaze back to you, rubbing your back as you hug him again. sungchan apologizes for interrupting before heading back to the cinema room.

you didn’t bother to look back at sungchan and just stayed still in wonbin’s embrace in the middle of the hallway.

when wonbin was sure that sungchan was out of earshot, he pulls away from the hug to look at your face. your tear stained cheeks and swollen eyes. eunseok might kill him on the spot if you return to the cinema room in that state

“do you want to head back or..?” wonbin starts, unsure how to ask you if you wanted to be back at the cinema room or elsewhere

“i’d rather be anywhere than be in a place where sungchan is in” you grumbled, recalling your argument in the kitchen. “let’s go to my room” you say, grabbing his hand, intertwining it with yours before heading towards your room.

you ignore that weird feeling you had in your stomach again whenever you were like this with wonbin. the feeling of warmth and comfort that he unknowingly provides you

back in the cinema room where almost everyone but yujin was passed out, sungchan hands her the cup of water she requested.

she sits up and gratefully takes the cup from sungchan.

“what took you so long?” she pouts, taking a sip of water, watching her boyfriend who seemed to be frustrated.

“got caught up with y/n and wonbin and we just had a little talk” he says, avoiding the topic.

“y/n again?” she mutters but sungchan doesn’t hear it, before putting the cup in the cup holder, “okay..” she says, dropping the topic. sungchan wasn’t in the mood to talk about it, so be it.

between the lines ★ why does it matter?

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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hanggarae · 4 months

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GROWL - ARE YOU ATTRACTED TO ME TOO ?

↺ content your ceo has made a point of making your life a living hell and you aren’t sure how long you can keep up with it, part 2 of my ‘promotion’ series, ceo!jeonghan, f!office worker!reader, jeonghan’s such an asshole in this part even worse than in part one, jeonghan is so dumb and clueless, bffs bss, this is honestly hardly a tear jerker so idk if it’s technically angst but ig ?? idk 😞

↺ a/n : 3.5k words, npr, another enemies to lovers jeonghan, loosely based off of lyrics from growl by exo but also lowk not ?? im trying to finish this series as quick as i can bc i know that when i start studying ill go back to the irregular posting schedule and this will never see the light outside my drafts (like the chan thoughts part which i had ready for months but never got around to posting)

‘He’d get bored of trying to get a rise out of you in a month or less so all you had to do was put up with him until then’

Life was a bitch, a petty bitch- and so was Jeonghan.

It’d been four months since you became his assistant, or as you like to call it: four months of hell. He didn’t go easy on you one bit and constantly belittled you.

Ever since you left that night without him knowing he made it his personal goal to continue punishing you for it by constantly gave you tasks were no less than humiliating. You underestimated just how petty a grown man could be. Despite him clearly finding this job boring, he stayed due to the laugh he got out of making you suffer. What’s worse is you couldn’t deny the fact that he was too pretty for his own good.

“Here is your schedule for the day, sir” you forced a smile on your face, handing your boss his coffee brewed exactly how he enjoys it (you learnt that the hard way when Jeonghan once took the cup out of your hands and poured it all over your desk and paperwork, ridiculing you for ‘not being useful enough to even make a decent coffee’).

Jeonghan simply stared at you, bringing the cup to his lips and taking an obnoxiously loud sip. “Reschedule the meeting with Hong, I don’t want to have it today” he mumbled, bored of the day already.

You tried your best to compose yourself and not throw that coffee in his face while you scream about how he’s an incompetent brat that needs to actually get some work done. But you couldn’t do that so you settled with the satisfaction of imagining the scene in your head.

“Unfortunately sir, that isn’t possible. You’ve already rescheduled three times, and Joshua’s been-”

Jeonghan seemed to perk up at that, “oh the meetings with Shua? Why didn’t you say that silly? you can bring him in right now”

“I’ve told you it’s with him four times but alright-”

“No back talk or I’ll demote you to coffee maker”

You bit back the words on the tip of your tongue and instead started to walk over to the reception where Joshua was waiting.

You remember Joshua. He was still Jeonghan’s friend even back in high school, although he never picked on you like Jeonghan did. From what you remember, Joshua wasn’t really interested in proving himself when it came to academics.

“Mr Yoon will see you now” you told him politely, holding the door open for him to follow you.

“About time” he laughed with no real offence, “he really took his time, huh?”

You simply returned his laugh and agreed with him wordlessly, leading him to Jeonghan’s office. The man in question gave his longtime friend a loud greeting.

“Shua I had no idea the meeting was with you” the long haired man scoffed, “my assistant over here told me it was with your uncle”

“If that’s what you thought I don’t blame you for postponing it as much as you did” Joshua laughed easily, dispersing your anger toward your boss.

The two continued to talk for another hour or so while you drowned out the noise and focused on the task Jeonghan had given you. Times like these really tempted you to quit because what sort of maniac gives you one day to finish organising a dinner with some business partners.

When Joshua was ready to leave you followed him out and waved him goodbye before mentally preparing yourself for your boss giving you his very much unwanted undivided attention.

“y/n, you don’t have anything planned for next week do you?” your boss stated more than asked while looking through his own planner. “Any personal plans outside of work?”

His attitude irked you so much.

“Well I have a dinner with my friends for-”

“Cancel it.” Jeonghan stated plainly.

You blinked a few times, laughing awkwardly. There’s no way he was being serious right?

“I’m sorry sir?”

“You heard me. Cancel it” he approached you even closer. “And pack your bags, we’re going on a business trip tomorrow night”

Your mouth opened, anger painting your features but Jeonghan left before you could argue.

This wasn’t fair. Next week was your birthday, your friends insisted on planning a dinner for you and you were honestly really looking forward to it. Knowing Jeonghan though that didn’t mean anything to him, he’d probably laugh at you for even thinking that gave you an excuse.

Luckily, you might still make it in time for your birthday dinner. Jeonghan explained the details of the trip to you and your plane was on Thursday night, meaning you’d get back on Friday at around 6am. The dinner was planned for Friday night so if you could power through the jet lag and sleep deprivation you’d enjoy that dinner with your friends.

If you were being honest you weren’t entirely sure what you were doing on this trip. Other than ordering his room service there really wasn’t any use in your being there. Eventually you came to the conclusion that Jeonghan dragged you along in favour of just making you suffer.

For some odd reason though, Jeonghan liked to drag you along to whatever parties and dinner his aristocratic friend group enjoyed throwing.

And although it was a pretty sight, you could only really just feel out of place being there.

Like tonight, the venue was absolutely gorgeous but you didn’t belong here. Not with people that had six digits in their savings from the moments they learnt to talk.

To your surprise however, Jeonghan was uncharacteristically tame. After the way he’s treated you the last few months it was safe to assume that he would go out of his way to embarrass you any chance he got at these dinners but he was surprisingly helping you adjust well.

Tonight was your last night in Paris and the two of you were attending a dinner hosted by his associate. Wonwoo was nice, he was down to earth despite probably having more money than everyone in your branch combined.

What wasn’t nice was the way Jeonghan was stalling getting out of here. Did he want you guys to miss the plane?

“We need to head to the airport now if we’re planning on catching that plane?” You urged, trying to reason with your boss while everyone around you was distracted.

“Wouldn’t that be rude of us?” Jeonghan scoffed before smirking, “did nobody ever teach you any manners, y/n?”

No matter how much you urged Jeonghan, he wouldn’t budge. You thought it was pretty much useless at this point, debating on whether or not you should text your friends to reschedule the dinner or just let them enjoy it without you.

As you watched the flight updates on your phone and saw the signal that your flight had already left, you felt tears well up in your eyes. You were so tired of this. How many tears were you going to lose on this? On him? He didn’t even matter to you.

And you weren’t sure why you mattered to him. Just because he’s too petty to forget about something that happened in high school?

The entire drive back to the hotel, you kept refreshing the tab to see if there were any other flights but it was no use. The only ones available would make you arrive too late for the dinner so there was no way you were making it on time.

It seemed silly, being this upset about a dinner. But you hadn’t gotten the chance to properly celebrate your birthday, or anything really, in years and it felt nice for your friends to plan an entire night just dedicated to you. And you probably felt worse about all of their efforts going to waste.

When you made it back to the hotel you didn’t say a word to Jeonghan. You didn’t curse at him, you didn’t scream at him, you didn’t defend yourself from his comments.

You just.. headed back to your room and texted your friends that you were sorry.

You stayed in your room for another twenty minutes, thinking about what Jeonghan’s motive was. There was no way you could continue working with him.

A notification on your phone drew your attention. An email from some cosmetics brand wishing you a happy birthday and giving you a coupon code to celebrate.

It was only then that you realised it was now just a few minutes after midnight meaning it was officially your birthday.

Even though you should be happy, only more tears fell.

You don’t know how long you just sat on the bed, wallowing in your own self pity before somebody knocked at the door.

You quickly dried your tears before pulling it open, gasping at the sight in front of it.

Jeonghan stood there, a huge smile on his face, holding a cake that read ‘Happy birthday’ in green frosting. You hated green.

“Happy birthday y/n” he greeted loudly. There was something so sick and twisted about this. Maybe even sadistic.

Before you knew it you were tearing up again. Was this some sort of sick joke? He ruins the only plans you’ve had, the only time you’ve asked something of him these past months as his assistant, the only time you asked him to cut you some slack and he’s.. standing there smiling with a cake that has frosting of a color you hate.

“Sir, when we get back tomorrow- or whenever we do, you need to find a new assistant because I can no longer do this” you told him plainly, too tired of the way he’s treated you.

You ignored the way his face fell and eyes widened, “If I can’t return to my old position then I’d like to be transferred to a different branch. And if that’s also not possible then I resign from the company”

You didn’t wait for his answer, you didn’t wait for him to laugh and call you pathetic for quitting halfway through, you just closed the door and went to bed.

Jeonghan didn’t fly on the same flight as you, probably staying in Paris for an extra few days but you honestly weren’t sure. And you honestly didn’t care.

Despite saying you’d try staying at the company, you realised you wouldn’t be able to without feeling uncomfortable. And Jeonghan was in a position where he could still make your life hell so you simply resigned altogether.

You were a valued employee and were smart in keeping connections with big companies you’ve worked with on projects in the past, and even the few you met in your week in Paris. So you really weren’t worried about finding a new job, maybe it’d even be better than your last one.

It’d been three months since you quit working at the Yoon company and although it was nothing special at your new job it beat having an asshole boss setting you up for failure everyday.

It’d honestly be a lie to say you haven’t thought about Jeonghan since quitting. Partially because you now worked under Choi Seungcheol, who you learnt was one of Jeonghan’s best friends. Meaning you’d sometimes run into him but you never spared him a second glance.

Ever since you got the new job you decided to do some things that you’ve been meaning to but never got around to- one of them being to get a new apartment.

You’ve been living in your current one since just after you graduated college and you could definitely afford to now upgrade it. The place you’ve been looking at was in a far better neighbourhood and building.

You decided to pull the trigger on it sooner rather than later, knowing that the longer you put it off the more likely you were to just discard the idea in the end.

You hated making second trips to carry luggage, so you decided to carry all of your moving boxes in one go, despite the fact that all of them piled in your arms blocked practically your entire line of vision.

Just as you were getting off the elevator you heard the person getting on chuckle lightly at the sight in front of them.

“You need any help with that?” The voice sounded oddly familiar you thought as he started to grab most of the boxes from your arms before you could protest.

Oh is he serious?

You looked unimpressed at the man in front of you, “Give me my boxes back.”

“What-” he hadn’t noticed you until you said that. Glaring at him, clearly unhappy with seeing him again.

Jeonghan simply scoffed, not giving you the boxes back and only asking you what number he needed to take them to.

“You can take them back to my arms” you bickered despite leading him to your apartment anyway.

“Don’t think Cheol’s gonna like how you can’t type for two weeks because you broke your arms while moving” he argued back, doing a double take when he saw the number outside of your door. Giggling when he realised.

Before you could ask him what was going on he giggled, “And, it wouldn’t make me a very good neighbour, would it?”

He smiled before using his own keys to open the door of the apartment right across from yours. This cannot be real.

“You live here?” You whined, not caring if it made you look childish in front of him anymore.

“Mhm” he hummed coming back to you to help you get all the boxes inside, “Let me know if you need help with anything else, neighbour”

“So he lives literally down the hall?” Soonyoung asked you, taken aback. “Small world”

“I’m still convinced he had something to do with it” you grasped your soda can tighter, the metal denting under the pressure.

“You think he’ll be there right now?” Seokmin asked, taking another handful of popcorn.

“Why? Do you want him to give us some michelin star food or something?” Seungkwan asked, continuing to look through the selection of movies for you guys to watch.

“If he does don’t eat it! He probably poisoned it or something” you muttered bitterly.

It was just your luck for the person you despised most to just happen to now live three steps away from you.

It’d only been a week since you moved here but you’d already ran into him five times. Five times too many in your opinion. You were ready to complain about him all over again until the doorbell rang.

“What do you want?” You said crossing your arms over your chest.

“Well it seemed like such a fun party over here. How could I miss out, am I right?” You realised really was the most arrogant man you’ve ever met when he invited himself in and made himself comfortable on your couch. “What’re we watching?”

You also realised your friends were not loyal. Despite cursing him out with you for the last few months they were too quick to become friends with him- even if it was because of the alcohol you really did not care.

It was approaching 3am and you couldn’t sleep, the guys all getting too drunk and crashing on your couch in the other room.

After tossing and turning a few more times you crawled out of your bed and into the building’s hallway, careful to tread lightly to not wake anyone up even Jeonghan.

Ever since your landlord gave you the keys to your apartment and access to the building’s rooftop you think you’ve been here everyday since.

The cool breeze always hit you just perfectly, momentarily letting you forget about everything in the world.

It really wasn’t fair. How Jeonghan treated you. You laugh to yourself when you realise you hold the same thoughts as your high school self, upset that her crush all of a sudden started to insult her for being top of the class.

You’d like to say that you don’t care about what Jeonghan thinks about you, but you know you’d be lying to yourself. That inner teenager of yours that still wants Jeonghan to like her back.

You don’t think you like Jeonghan anymore- but you also don’t think you hate him. And when you realise you don’t hate him after the way he’s treated you, you think you must like him at least a little to forget about that.

“Stop biting your nails” a voice from beside you says.

You don’t recognise it at first and instantly lunge at whatever it is, thinking it was a crazed psycho killer or something.

“Okay I get I wasn’t a saint to you but you didn’t have to hit me in the face y/n what the fuck?” The man groaned.

“Well maybe you should stop sneaking up on me Yoon” you forced out despite feeling a little guilty.

“Well I wouldn’t have to sneak up on you if you acted like a normal person and didn’t leave your apartment at 3am!” He scoffed, flicking your forehead with his finger lightly.

You glared at him before turning back to look at the view over the city.

“We’re not friends, I’d appreciate if you stopped acting like we were”

“We’re not friends? And here I was buying us matching cups” fake pouted, the same way he would when you worked for him and complained about the workload.

The more you remembered how it was like having Yoon Jeonghan as your boss the less you wanted to even be near him.

“You’re not funny, Yoon” you mumbled. Not like he cared.

“You’re not my employee anymore, y/n. I don’t care if you call me by my name now” Jeonghan looked at you.

You think you got even angrier when you looked back at him. Pretty privilege was real and Yoon Jeonghan probably benefited from it the most. Even at 3am and drinking for hours he’s still beautiful enough for you to forget how awful of a person he is.

“Even so, I’m nobody compared to you and I’m nobody to you,” you laughed bitterly, “So I’d prefer to not call you by your first name. Just like you requested”

“You really hold a grudge, don't you?”

“Fuck you Jeonghan” you looked at him baffled, “I hold a grudge? You tormented me for months because of some stupid thing that happened in high school that wasn’t even my fault”

“And even now you’re-” you sputtered, “you’re still trying to blame me. I didn’t do anything to you Jeonghan! You’re the asshole that did everything to me!”

You expected Jeonghan to get mad at your rant and say something back, instead he just stared at, ghost of a smile on his lips and some unreadable glint in his eyes. “You said my name”

You rolled your eyes, scoffing. He really could not take anything serious. “What is wrong with you?”

“I’ve been asking myself that too” he got closer to you, “you know ever since you left I’ve strangely been really sad in the office. Moping around looking for something- or someone”

“After a while I realised that was you. I missed you, y/n. And then I realised I like-”

“This has to be the worst confession I have ever heard of, Jeonghan” you looked at him surprised at how he could even begin to think this was what a good confession sounded like. “If anything this just makes me think you’re a sadist who enjoys making the girl they like cry everyday in the office bathrooms”

“Cut me some slack, I only worked this out two weeks ago” Jeonghan whined, and you really had to question if he genuinely believed this would get you to forget the way he acted. “I’ve seen the damn Notebook, we’re supposed to start kissing in the rain now”

“After the hell you put me through Jeonghan, I deserve a lot more than whatever you just threw together” you said before starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Jeonghan quickly grabbed ahold of your wrist before you could leave. “What do I have to do to get you to.. you know, look I’m not good at this!”

“Well for starters I think you should look up the definition of what liking someone is and how people usually act when they do like someone. When you work out how to love them right then let me know”

“Wait but before I start to show you that I can be a good person and an even better boyfriend, can you at least let me know it’s not completely useless. Like you’re not just going to reject me in the end to get back at me” Jeonghan looked at you desperately.

“I’ll see you around” you said before leaving, retreating to your apartment for the night. But Jeonghan could see the ghost of a smile on your lips.

Jeonghan was an idiot, he thought to himself, but he had a chance. He had to work this out somehow- and quick. You were a pretty girl, probably the prettiest girl Jeonghan had ever seen, you definitely had other guys interested and if he wasn’t quick he’d end up losing you to them.

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Love Means A Free Babysitter

Summary: As a single mother of a three-year-old, you are constantly struggling to keep him under control, and boy are you glad Tyler was there at Rampage when you needed help. It worked out better than you expected.

TW: An annoyingly adorable child. You either love him or you hate him.

“Asher! Wait for me, please! Don’t run off!” You called for your three-year-old son who thought it would be a fun idea to make you chase him around backstage.

The babysitter you’d hired had cancelled a mere hour before she was due to arrive at the hotel, so you made a quick call to Tony Khan’s team to ask if you could bring your son to Rampage and he reluctantly agreed so long as you kept him under control.

“Oh yes of course. I promise you he’s an angel. You won’t even notice he’s here”.

An ear-piercing shriek echoed through the hall you were running through and you ignored the shocked, puzzled looks thrown your way. So much for being unnoticeable. It probably would have been easier to catch up with him if you weren’t carrying all his toys, snacks, his blanket, your own water bottle, and your gym bag with your ring gear in.

“Asher…”, you warned. “If you don’t stop running, mommy will be very angry with you”. Still nothing. You swore this kid had as much energy as if he’d drank dozens of energy drinks and eaten a bowlful of sugar.

If everyone here didn’t know you were one of the professional wrestlers, they would most likely mistake you for a crazed fan.

You didn’t take your eyes off Asher for one second, cautious of where he was running to, not wanting to find him somehow running through somewhere and into the arena.

However, you gave an audible sigh of relief when a figure appeared from around the corner, causing Asher to bump into their legs and ultimately stopping him in his tracks, now wordlessly gazing up at the person’s face.

As you drew closer you realised that the person your son had crashed into was Hook - or Tyler as you and some others preferred to call him - who returned the intent gaze into your child’s eyes, but his eyes filled with perplexion as he glanced around him trying to figure out where this random kid came from.

“Uhh…”, he uttered before you closed the distance and placed your hand over Asher’s shoulder and pulled him away from your coworker.

“Tyler, I’m so sorry about him. I’ve been trying to catch up with him for five minutes already and he just won’t stay still”. You managed to speak whilst catching your breath, proving difficult with everything you were holding as well as keeping Asher at bay who was now clinging and leaning against your leg.

“Uh it’s cool. What’s with the kid?” He asked with no hesitation.

You could see the obvious bewilderment in his features, glancing back and forth between yourself and Asher, and giggled before answering his question.

“This is Asher. My son”, you told him, and he responded with five seconds of lip-mimed stuttering until speaking up again.

“Since when were you a mom? You’ve never said anything before”.

It was true that you’d never told Tyler before that you had a young child to take care of, but that was only reasoned with the fact that you never spoke to one another all that much. The closest you’d get to a conversation would be a few remarks on someone’s match in the viewing room or in one of the locker rooms. Your paths simply never seemed to cross naturally very often.

“Since three years ago. I fell pregnant at eighteen, gave birth at nineteen, and now I’m a very tired mother and professional wrestler”.

Hook felt he needed more than just a couple of seconds between bombshells to wrap his head around this discovery. You were a mom of a three-year-old boy. You were younger than him and had somehow managed to climb up the ladder of success into AEW whilst carrying around a baby in the background.

He felt a sudden rush of respect that he’d never had before. Truthfully, he always thought you had a few screws in your head loose as you always scurried about everywhere and constantly looked like you had somewhere you needed to be. It had never the slightest bit bothered him and it never made him think any less of you, but now knowing there was a reason behind your madness made him feel guilty for thinking such things about you.

“Can’t the father look after him?” he asked.

“Oh um no”, you told him plainly. “He left me when he found out I was pregnant. Thought he was too important to deal with a child”.

Then he felt worse than ever. You were a single mom, juggling everything all at once. How were you even sane?

Frustration was visible in Tyler’s demeanour, evident in his clenched fists, pressing into his thighs and a small wrinkle in his nose which did not go unnoticed by you.

“I’m kind of glad he left actually”, you continued. “I was trying to find a way out for months. He wasn’t a very nice person and would have been an even worse dad”.

He appeared to relax slightly and you were thankful that he hadn’t burst into some fit of rage, however, what confused you was that he was angry in the first place after telling him about your ex.

You hadn’t realised he cared so much about single mothers, let alone care about yourself. You wouldn’t exactly call Tyler a close friend so it surprised you that he would… well… actually give a damn. Whatever his reason for caring was, it brought you happiness that he felt the same way you did when your ex told you he was leaving you.

“Anyway”, you snapped out of your thoughts. “We’d better get going if I actually want to fight tonight”.

“The show doesn’t start for like four hours”.

“It will take that long”.

Hook gave you a questioned look before stuffing his hands back into the pocket of his hoodie and putting one of his earbuds in his ear.

“I might see you later then. Good luck with uh… that…” He nodded towards Asher beside you and walked away behind you.

“Thanks?” Was he scared of Asher or something?

Taking advantage of the opening in front of him to continue causing chaos, you found yourself running after Asher yet again.

“I swear that child is on steroids”, you huffed.

—

Before even having gone in the ring yet, it felt like it had been the most stressful match day of your life, and you were waiting patiently in the viewing room with Asher standing in between your legs whilst you were handing him surprise tickle attacks.

At least he wasn’t running wildly and screaming.

You weren’t alone in the room as Hook was sitting on the opposite side with his earphones in and distracted by whatever was happening on the screen. You were a bit too preoccupied with your son to notice anything, even the frequent glances Hook gave the both of you. All you really knew and cared about at that moment was that you were to have a quick match with Saraya and that you were going to win.

“Hey hey hey, Asher”, you addressed your littlun to get his attention. “When mommy’s done here we’re going back to the hotel and you, mister, are going straight to bed. Okay? So you’ve got to be a good boy”.

“I am a good boy”, he said, nodding his head.

“Good”. You kissed his head and reached down to Asher’s bag to pull out a bag of carrot sticks since it had been a while since he ate his dinner.

As you were doing so, the door to the viewing room opened and you spun your head to see - as you expected - one of the producers. “Y/n, you’re needed now”.

“Alright. I’ll be there in just a minute”.

You quickly gave Asher his carrot sticks and got him to settle on a chair with his ipad so he should have been fine there for a while, however, you didn’t feel comfortable just leaving him alone the way he was. You had hoped that someone around you would be available, but one look at Hook made you feel… reluctant.

As funny as it was that he called your son ‘that’, you shamedly didn’t have much faith in his babysitting abilities, and you didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable.

But in all honesty, you didn’t care too much. You were sure he wouldn’t let anything bad happen which was all you needed to know, and taking another look at Asher, he seemed pretty absorbed in his game so…

“Hey, Tyler”, you called and he raised an eyebrow up at you. “Can you look after Asher for me? I won’t be long and he’ll be good. Thanks. Bye. I owe you”.

He was in safe hands.

Rushing to get out of there, you kissed Asher’s head and ran through the door to get to your match, leaving a dumbfounded Hook staring at the empty doorway where you were just standing.

‘What the fuck just happened?’ He thought.

Hook unfortunately knew absolutely nothing about children and so felt very awkward about the situation he was forced in, however, he thought maybe if he kept completely silent and didn’t move then the kid wouldn’t notice he was there and that his mom had disappeared.

Of course, that didn’t last long. After a couple of minutes, Asher’s head poked up and looked for his mom but found only the man with the fluffy hair staring at his phone.

“Where’s mommy?” he asked, which attracted Hook’s attention.

Here goes nothing. “She’s in the ring. She’ll be back soon”.

“What’s a ring?”

“It’s where people go to fight”.

Asher looked puzzled and tilted his head to the side as if he were a puppy.

“Mommy said no fighting. That’s not good”.

“Well your mommy fights. Everyone here fights”.

“Mommy doesn’t fight”. He began aggressively shaking his head. “Mommy’s a good girl”.

A smirk turned into a chuckle at the thought of you telling your own child that fighting is naughty and there you were on the screen throwing someone’s head against the padding of a corner post.

“I think mommy’s cappin’. Look up there”. He pointed to the screen where you were now being thrown onto the canvas with Saraya’s foot making contact with the arms that covered your head.

Hook had assumed Asher would feel offended that you had lied to him yet think what you were doing was cool like he had when he first saw his dad wrestle, but when he looked over, what he feared would happen, happened. He was never good with kids so making one cry caused him probably the most panic he’s ever felt, even more than when he’s been pinned and desperately tried to find an outing.

“Hey hey, kid, don’t cry. Your mom’s fine. She’s not getting hurt”, he said, rushing to Asher’s side, crouching to his level and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t like it”.

Asher’s whines alone were enough to make Hook’s heart break. What would you say if you knew he’d just made your son cry?

He needed to fix this before you came back. He needed to fix this now. Fast.

“Uhh it’s only pretend. It’s not real. They’re just… tickling each other”.

“Tickling? Why are they tickling?”

“Because it’s fun. They uh tickle each other until one of them gets too tired to carry on”.

That’d have to do. At least the tears had stopped now.

“Mommy being tickled?”

“Sure”.

“I want to do that”. He pointed to the TV and stared at Hook with large hopeful eyes.

It wasn’t his position to start play-fighting with your son, let alone being the one to tell him what you do for a living, but the thought of a little kid wanting him to teach him wrestling made him forget about all that. He wanted to teach your kid the child-friendly version of wrestling and that was what he was going to do.

“Alright. So have you ever had a tickle fight before?” He nodded. “Well it’s just that but you have to try and get me on the floor and for me to stay there for three seconds. Can you do that?”

He nodded again with a gigantic smile that brought Hook some pride. He was about to guide Asher to the first move, but he beat him to it, flinging himself at Tyler who in turn flew back and hit the ground.

His instinct would have been to push him off, but he had to restrain himself from being aggressive.

In fact, he almost laughed when Asher made a poor attempt to tickle his neck. Three-year-olds were apparently terrible ticklers.

“One two three”, the small person said, clearly not knowing how long one second is yet with how fast he was, but Hook went along with it anyway.

“Heeeyyy I want a rematch. I wasn’t ready”.

Hook surprised himself with how well he was with Asher and how easy it was to get along. It was pretty amusing how innocent and naive he was. He honestly thought that he could tell the kid anything and he’d believe him.

Whilst ‘fighting’, he also noticed elements of Asher’s appearance and behaviour, small habits that easily resembled you. The little sparkle in his E/C eyes were the complete replica of your own, and the dimples in his cheeks was something he’d seen before many times when you’ve laughed at something someone said.

There were parts about Asher that didn’t quite match, like the hair colour was completely different to yours which he presumed was from the dickhead ex-boyfriend. However, Hook didn’t hate the way it looked on Asher like he thought it should. It suited him and brought out the good in something wicked.

He didn’t want to sound like a creep and say he’d been staring at you long enough to notice all these little things about you, but… well yeah he’d been staring. Truthfully, he thought you were a beautiful, sexy sight to behold which is why he was so surprised to see you with a child.

How had he not noticed?

How the fuck did you manage to carry that for nine months?! You looked fucking incredible for someone who had given birth and it only gave him another thing to love about you, that you were strong-willed and ambitious enough to make it this far with a baby.

Again he was pinned to the floor on his front with Asher sitting on his back. If anyone saw Hook in that moment - pretend screaming and waving his arms and legs as if he was struggling - he would probably die of embarrassment. He had a cool reputation to keep up. But with his head facing away from the door, he didn’t notice that you were standing in the doorway enjoying the show from the sidelines.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at this sight for two reasons: you were happy Asher seemed to be having a great time (and would sleep really easily that night), and the smugness you felt seeing Tyler’s complete personality change from what you’ve ever known from him.

“Ahh you’ve pinned me”, he cried. “Remember the count. Remember the count”.

Asher giggled and counted to three on his fingers. As much as you wanted to continue watching the cute show, you knew you had to make yourself known.

“Ding! Ding! Ding!” you called out and both boys whipped their heads to the sound of your voice.

“Mommyyyyy!” Asher immediately jumped off Tyler’s back and ran to you, tightly wrapping his arms around your legs, a sign of affection which you kindly returned.

“Have you two been having fun?” you asked.

“Yeah! Yeah! I just learning wrestling”.

“Oh really now? And who’s been teaching you that?”

Asher looked back and pointed to Hook who was now sitting up and leaning against the chairs, running his hands through his hair trying to fix it.

“Tyler taught you now, did he? How about you play with your cars for a bit and calm down, yeah? I think Tyler’s tired”.

You and he knew that was all but the truth, but Asher had to come down from his energy surge somehow.

“You told him? Really?” you asked, walking towards the chairs Hook was pulling himself onto and sitting beside him.

“In my defence, I didn’t know you were trying to keep him away from fighting and I may have accidentally made him cry”.

You gasped and your mouth stayed gaped open for a long few seconds before playfully slapping him on the arm. “How dare you make my son cry? You really are cold-hearted. And it’s not that I was keeping him away from it, I just don’t want him growing up thinking he can solve things with aggression. I mean, he still doesn’t fully understand the difference between right and wrong”.

“You’re right. I’m sorry”.

You chuckled lightly at his apology. “Don’t be. It was sweet watching him doing what we do”.

“I thought the same. If he keeps that up he’s looking at a good future career ahead of him”.

You nodded and watched as Asher so cluelessly played with his cars around the room, occasionally driving the toy cars across both your laps.

“How do you make it look so easy?”

The question took you by surprise and you unintentionally scoffed. “Easy? You’ve got to be kidding me, right?”

“What I mean is”, he corrected, “is that you’re a fucking good-”

“Language…”

“Right. Sorry. You’re a great mom, and even though you’ve probably struggled, you’ve had incredible success. I just wanna know how you do it”.

You took a deep breath, knowing this was going to be a looooong night. “Well… truthfully… I’m a hot mess. I don’t sleep. When I first found out I was pregnant and Asher’s dad left me, I was so sure I’d get an abortion, but then I went to the clinic and had a scan and realised I had a helpless child living inside of me and I wouldn’t let it down by taking away its chance at life. Although at least once a week I stay up all night crying, regretting every life choice I’ve made, when I wake up to this beauty I’m proud to call my son, I become slightly more disgusted with myself that I even dared to think about giving up”.

You had to force yourself to breathe after that confession. You completely shocked yourself because you’d never really had the chance to talk to anyone about what went through your mind almost on a daily basis and yet here you were, telling Tyler everything in one go as if he were your damned therapist.

“God I didn’t mean to spill everything out like that”, you told him.

“Ah don’t worry. You shouldn’t hate yourself so much for it, though. Can’t imagine what crazy shit- uh stuff you’ve gone through. I bet all single mothers have gone through the same as you”.

You sent him a heartwarming smile and he sent the same but in smirk form which you never knew was possible without looking like a complete jackass.

It still wasn’t possible. He looked dorky but you loved it nonetheless.

“Do you want kids?” you asked.

“Whoa ask me out to dinner first”.

You tried to hide the laughter that was begging to come out from that cheesy line with a shake of your head, but you knew it was no use.

“Me? Kids? Nah. At least not now. I wouldn’t even know where to start with being a dad. I’ve never really been around younger kids being an only child and all. It’s not like I could just drag a wife and kid around with me everywhere I go. I’m not father material”.

Your heart dropped at hearing his admission, because you yourself had thought the exact same thing when you were pregnant. You remember how frightened you were of being alone or having no one there as the role-model you so desperately needed.

But how were you to know how rewarding it all was in the end?

“Well I understand where you’re coming from but you’re wrong. Very wrong. When I walked in here and saw you and Asher, I would have been easily convinced that you’ve been hiding three kids back home. You’d be an awesome dad”.

“Ha… thanks, but it still feels like it’s off the cards for me. My job just doesn’t work well with having a family. It sucks but it’s the truth”.

“And what about me? Do you think I teleport from place to place? Of course not. Asher and I take a few days once or twice a month to go home where he sees his friends, and we don’t let the constant travelling stop us from doing the things that mean the most to us. Which goes for you too”.

Your words truly touched Tyler’s heart. His parents had told him so many times that it was possible to have a family life and still do pro wrestling, but he still never quite believed it. He wanted to be there for his future wife and children whenever they needed him at any time of the day, not just the occasional weekend when he had time off.

Hearing your story and how you’ve coped with all the madness in your life finally broke that barrier that’s stopped him from believing he had to choose between a career and a family. Tyler was only twenty-four and had a long time ahead of him for his plans, but he knew where he wanted to start his future - well he knew who he wanted to start it with.

He had no idea how long he’d been staring at you, but he was happy you were staring back.

‘There it is’, he thought. The same shine in your eyes as the one he saw in Asher’s earlier. It took everything in his willpower not to devour your lips right there and then. Who cares if the kid saw? He’d find out eventually that kissing was quite normal between a man and a woman.

“Hey”, he began talking, snapping you both out of your trance. “Can you make time in your busy schedule for a date tomorrow? About 12?”

You bit your lip to prevent you from grinning like some psycho serial killer and managed to nod which brought a broad smile to his own face.

“That is if I can find another babysitter by then”.

“Bring Asher along. We can go to the park and get something to eat”.

Your heart warmed at the thoughtful gesture. “I wouldn’t want to invade your plans with a three-year-old”.

“You wouldn’t. I promise”.

“Then yeah. Yeah, I’d love to go on a date with you”.

“Perfect”.

Tyler asked for your number which you willingly gave him and he sent a text to make sure you weren’t messing with him.

“Alright, Asher. Say goodbye to Tyler”.

Asher turned around and waved to your date. “Bye, Tyleeer!”

“Bye, Asher. See you tomorrow”.

“See you tomorrow”, he replied, not fully understanding what was actually happening tomorrow. Sweet.

—

When you got back to the hotel, you thought that the roles might have been reversed because you were exhausted from the long day and you could have passed out in the elevator, whereas Asher was straight on the small bed laid out for him and bouncing up and down like it were a trampoline.

“Hey calm down. It’s time for bed. It’s been a very busy day and it’s very very late”.

“I want to play wrestling”.

“We can play wrestling tomorrow with Tyler. I’m sure he’ll play with you again if you bother him enough”.

“No. I want to play with you”.

You sighed deeply, just wanting to flop on the bed and let sleep overcome you. It was almost midnight which definitely shouldn’t have been a time a toddler was still awake at, and you were sure he’d end up waking you at stupid o'clock in the morning.

Maybe one game wouldn’t hurt. He had such a confusing and stressful day.

“Alright. One time then straight to bed”.

He giggled before launching himself at you from the bed and you quickly caught him so he wouldn’t drop, but you still pretended to fall backwards on the bed. You were confused as to why Asher was fidgeting so much, but you carried on playing nonetheless and switched positions, rolling him over and throwing yourself over his torso, pinning him down.

He had to learn to lose the hard way.

“Nooo! Stop!” he cried. Thinking you might have hurt him, you quickly got off and scanned his face for any sign of pain.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“You doing it wrong!”

“Wrong? How am I doing it wrong?”

“That’s not how you do it”.

“Then tell me how to do it”.

Now he was sulking. Typical behaviour. You weren’t going to get a word out of him until you knew what he wanted.

“Let’s just go to bed then”.

“NOOOOO!” he screamed.

“You’re tired. Come on”.

“I not tired! I want to play wrestling!” he crossed his arms. You’d been through this situation before. Maybe if you just slept he would forget about it and go to sleep himself.

“I want to play wrestling!” he screamed again.

A lightbulb felt like it turned on in your head at the genius but probably the most logical idea. You hoped he wasn’t asleep yet but there was a slim chance that he was.

“Heeey, Tyler”, you spoke into the phone. “Can I ask you a real quick question?”

“You changed your mind already? I thought I would have had at least tomorrow’s date before you decided you didn’t like me”, he responded, his voice slightly muffled through the speaker.

“Oh, no nothing like that. I haven’t dated in like five years. I need tomorrow. I just wanted to know how you played wrestling earlier”.

You could imagine the perplexed look swept across his features. “Do I wanna know why?”

“I think you’ve created Asher’s new favourite game and he keeps saying I’m doing it wrong”.

“Well, are you tickling him?”

“Tickling? You tickled him? You?”

“Yeah, let's not tell anyone”.

You almost burst out laughing at the all mighty Hook secretly being a softie and embarrassed the way he was then.

“Oh believe me, I’m going to tell Ricky tomorrow and the word that you’re a secret teddy bear will have reached everyone’s ears before the week is over”.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. Now go to bed”.

“Thank you so much. Goodnight”.

“Night”.

You felt yourself swooning at his thoughtfulness and you understood why all those girls fawned over him and his unlikely charm.

“Right. Now I know how to play, how about we start the game again?”

—

“Eminem is not better than Snoop Dogg. You’re insane”.

You snickered, relishing in the satisfaction you had from teasing Tyler.

“Eminem’s songs tell a story. Snoop Dogg just says a bunch of random shit”.

“What’s storytelling about two trailer-park girls going round the outside, huh?”

“Ah you got me there”.

The three of you were walking down a trail down the side of the park, Asher running ahead of you hitting every tree he could see with a stick. You took a side glance at Tyler who was gazing off into the distance at your son. You thought it was pretty adorable that he was growing a liking to Asher, particularly after the awkwardness he possessed around him when they first met.

A laugh escaped your lips which drew the attention of Tyle who whipped his head to face you. “What’s so funny?”

“What happened to the guy who didn’t like kids?”

“Ah he’s growing on me”.

“I’m glad. Because he’ll be tagging around to a few of our dates”.

He stopped in his tracks whilst you continued walking but turned around once you noticed he wasn’t catching you up.

Had you put him off by inadvertedly inviting a third wheel?

“What makes you think there are more dates?”

Oh thank fuck.

“Well, aren't there?”

He let out a sly chuckle as you moved closer to him, mirroring his smirk, and he instinctively rested his hands on your hips.

Tyler felt his fingertips tingle at the touch of you. It was like his hands had finally found their destined home.

“I guess you’ll just have to find out”.

His lips captured yours in craving and you felt in the small but powerful gesture all the longing he had for you and your lips. Both yours and his lips massaged each other and your body fell into complete ecstasy.

Until the little monster ruined the moment…

“Why are you kissing?” You pulled away and smiled at Asher’s innocence.

“It doesn’t matter, sweetie. Come on, let’s keep going”.

“I don’t want to. My legs hurt. Pick me up?”.

You looked at Asher in disbelief. You’d seen this child practically run marathons without stopping and somehow an hour at the park has him too tired to stand? You weren’t believing it for a second. Besides, as strong as you were, the kid was heavy.

“You’re too big to pick up now. You’re a big boy”.

“Pick me uuuuup!”

“I told you no”.

Ah there was the grumpiness again, his arms flailing everywhere and foot stomping on the ground. You sent him a stern look that you held for all of five seconds before Tyler decided to speak up.

“Hey, do you want to sit on my shoulders?”

“Yeah!”

Hook knelt down whilst Asher climbed up his back and swung his legs over his shoulders, Tyler’s arms securely holding them in place so he wouldn’t fall backward.

You rolled your eyes and you all continued walking down the path - with the exception of Asher, of course.

It was a beautiful sight, you had to admit to yourself, but he was a cheeky mother fucker.

“You’re a bad influence, you know that?”

He chuckled at your comment for he knew you were telling the truth, but he loved the drama.

“First, you make Asher cry, then you teach him wrestling, and now you’re his personal chauffeur. I hope you’re happy”.

“Oh I’m more than happy, baby”.

You couldn’t have agreed more. You had hope that this situation would progress into something much more wonderful than it already felt.

THE END.

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An annoyed sigh left your mouth as you eyed the young Lord that stood before you— yet another suitor that doesn’t seem to understand that you are not willing to bargain when it comes to the requirement to win your hand. You could've sworn you've made it pretty clear, and yet just when you thought that you’d managed to make them all give up with your little task, somehow these men still insist on attempting to woo you with gifts and honeyed words. At this point they’re just wasting both your time and theirs.

For the life of you, you simply can’t understand what’s going on through their mind. What is so hard to understand? You didn't ask for crystal jewelries made of a goddess' tears, you asked for the heart of the Whitefang manticore. It’s not like you talked in riddles when you had asked your previous suitors for it, and you don’t doubt that words have spread about it, so what gives? And then they have the audacity to act as if you were the one that’s wasting their time when you’ve made it very clear that you will not be interested in their advances unless they’ve accomplished the task first. It's not your fault that none of them are competent enough to get it, and it's certainly not your duty to humor them when they can't even do this one thing you've asked. If anything, it just shows you that they think they could change your mind so easily with their silly little gifts and that really soured your mood that you could barely bring yourself to feign a smile right now.

"What's this now?" you asked, your sweet tone barely masked the irritation that nearly seeped out of your voice as you glanced down at the box on his squire's hand before he presents what's inside for you. Oh, great, it's another necklace— judging from the deep red color of the gem, it's most likely one of those rare, enchanted blood rubies. You’ve only seen one in person before, and as beautiful as it is, it’s still not the manticore heart that you’d asked.

"It's an enchanted blood ruby necklace, Princess," Lord Errick confirmed your guess with such a prideful tone as if none of the previous suitors had tried to win your favor with enchanted items. "It's very rare and hard to acquire, a gem fitting for a beautiful Princess like you."

"Ah, it is quite lovely indeed," you hum in feigned interest before you glanced at him. There was a brief silence between you two as you lean back against your father’s throne before you spoke again. "If it is truly so difficult to acquire this, would you agree when I say that I deserve only the best?"

"Why, of course, Princess! I would not dare to think anything less!"

"Really? Do you really think so?"

You tilt your head, your smile fading considerably as you give him an unimpressed look. This caused him to pause, as he begun to panic internally. Had he said something to upset you? You’ve always been a bit unpredictable, so he’d tried his best to say nothing but flattery to you, and yet even despite that, he had somehow managed to push the wrong button. You can see that he’s not the only one thinking this, either, as the air in the throne room became thick with tension from the hostile look you’re giving him.

"Yes...? That's what I really think, Princess," he answered hesitantly, your cold gaze chipping away at his confidence, turning the smile on his face into an uncertain grimace.

You didn't say anything for what felt like an eternity for the poor Lord, wordlessly staring at him as though you're giving him a chance to think where he went wrong. And frankly, you are. You want to see if he could use his head to figure out why you're so displeased by his attempt to win your hand.

The silence slowly grows suffocating as you began to see that the other suitors behind him are also starting to shift around anxiously, which tells you that they all know what this is about. You don't feel bad for causing them such discomfort— why should you when they were the ones that decided to waste your time like this?

You let out yet another heavy sigh, your manicured nails tapping impatiently on the armrest as you stared at your disappointing suitors. "I must say that I am deeply disappointed, gentlemen. I thought I've made my requirement clear, but it seems that neither of you had accomplished—"

You had to stop yourself from absolutely losing your temper as the huge double doors to the throne room is slammed open, startling the Lords that were already tense from your clear disapproval of their gifts and interrupting your sentence. The way the Lords nearly jumped looked pretty comical to you, and you would've laughed if you're not pissed off. Who dares to barge in into the throne room like this?

Your question was soon answered when you realized that you do in fact recognize your uninvited guest, and the sight was so surprising to you that you immediately forgot about your anger.

Dorian. Not the elegant Dorian you knew, but one with glowing blue eyes, messy hair, clothes ripped and although it seemed like he tried to clean himself up a bit, you still can see the stain of blood on his shirt. You’ve never seen him like this before, and you can’t deny that you find yourself liking this side of him. You can guess what probably happened just from your conversation with him two days ago and you subconsciously held your breath in anticipation as you wonder if he managed to accomplish the task.

You could barely keep the smile off your face as he walks toward you with purpose, his footsteps made no sound despite the deafening silence as your suitors stared at you with horror, fearing your reaction to this sudden intrusion. Does he have death wish? It's no secret that you’re quite ruthless when you're angry, and now he's here, all messy and uncouth while he practically stormed his way in. The Lords can only assume that he’d gone insane, as no sane man would do what he’s doing right now.

They were so focused on your reaction that they didn't seem to realize that Dorian didn’t just come here to scare them and make everyone question his sanity. You were the first to notice that he has something in his hand. Something that your so-called suitors had failed to acquire despite their “attempt” to win your heart, and something you had asked since the first time your mother decided that it's time for you to find a husband.

The Whitefang manticore's heart.

Without his usual grace, he threw it on the floor just beneath the stairs to the throne, eliciting a shocked and scandalized gasp from some of the Lords. Your guards don’t react kindly to it either, as they immediately reach for the hilt of their swords with alarmed look on their faces, thinking that this is some sort of threat as they’re aware that the both of you seemed to always have tension whenever the two of you are together, although they'd never considered the tension between the two of you to be the hostile sort of tension before this. But Dorian doesn't seem to care about their reaction— his intense gaze is fixed on you and only you, and you begin to wonder if he could hear how fast your heart is beating right now just from how excited you feel.

"There," he said gruffly, his deep voice makes your stomach stir. "The manticore's heart you've wanted so bad."

You nearly swoon. He got you the manticore's heart while he looks and sounds like that? It’s honestly a miracle how you managed to restrain yourself from jumping him, and not in the violent way either. You’ve always thought he looked heartbreakingly gorgeous, but now? He looks absolutely divine. Knowing that he most likely wouldn’t show this side of him often, you made sure to memorize every single detail of his appearance right now just so you can ask your personal painter to paint this image of him later.

“My, my,” you practically purred, the sweet, almost seductive sound causing his heart to flutter in his chest as he inhaled softly, trying his best to keep the annoyed look on his face. “What have we here? Do we finally have someone who takes this seriously? Color me shocked, Lord Dorian.”

“So, what now?”

You raised an eyebrow at his demanding tone, but he didn’t back down. He’s done what you’ve asked, and now he wants to know if you truly meant what you said. You’re not surprised by this— he never did find you intimidating no matter how ruthless you could be— and the delighted look in your eyes is enough to tell him that you are far from displeased by his boldness.

“What now?”

You tilt your head slightly to the side as you repeated his question before you stand up from the throne, a wicked grin formed on your face as you wonder if he realized what he just did. Whether he meant it or not, he had practically just announced that not only he is interested to court you to everyone here, but he had also showed that he’s willing to do just about anything to ensure that he’ll win your hand. After all these years of teasing and trying to get him to admit that he has feelings for you, you’ve finally won without having to lift a single finger and it feels exhilarating.

The clicks of your heels fill the heavy silence in the room as you approach him, and the closer you get, the tenser he became. At this point, he must’ve realized that he’d played right into your hand as the annoyed look on his face faltered, and even more so when he sees how smug you are as you made your way toward him. Suddenly, it feels like there’s only you and him in the throne room, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself other than to question his own decisions.

Why did he decide to hunt the manticore despite knowing how dangerous it was? Why did he feel the need to prove just how capable he is to you? He absolutely cannot stand you, so the thought of another man being able to accomplish this feat shouldn’t have bothered him that much… right? You are supposed to be the most vexing, wicked, and unpleasant woman that he’s even had the displeasure to know. So why is it that even now, he finds himself unable to tear his gaze away from you as you make your way to him?

His icy blue eyes are filled with uncertainty and doubt when he glanced down at you as you finally stand right in front of him— although he tries to look as unfazed as he could, the way his throat bobbed slightly as he nervously gulped didn’t go unnoticed by you, causing the glimmer of amusement in your eyes to become even more prominent. To other people, he might look dangerous right now, but unfortunately for him, you can read him far too well to feel intimidated by how insane he must’ve look right now.

You raise your hand, wanting to wipe the blood on his cheek but he swiftly grabs your wrist, which seems to have greatly alarmed the other Lords. Some of them let out a scandalized gasp, followed by some chaotic clamoring in the background. How dare he! Just barging into the throne room while you’re supposed to see your suitors is already outrageous as is, and now he dares to grab your wrist? Absolutely preposterous!

Few of the Lord began looking at the guards, as if silently demanding them to do something. This can’t be right, for the Princess to be touched by a beast, even if it’s just a grab on the wrist. But your guards did nothing despite their protest. They knew better than to interrupt this. The last time they tried to get between Dorian and you, you were so angry some of them still couldn’t look at you in the eyes until this day. And seeing how pleased you are by this, they knew that you don’t need any help and all they could do is try and calm down the complaining Lords who seem to assume that Dorian’s about to drain your blood if the guards wouldn’t do anything about him.

As for the both of you, neither of you said anything while you observed his expression. Dorian’s grip on your wrist might be firm enough for it to be a warning, but it is also still gentle enough to make sure he doesn’t accidentally hurt you with his immense strength. Despite the stern look he’s attempting to give you to salvage his wounded pride, you can easily see the conflicted look in his eyes and you began to grow hopeful that he’d let go of this foolish charade and just admit that he feels affection for you.

“Is the thought of you falling for me so horrible, Lord?” Even if you weren’t a half-fey with sharp hearing and can’t hear how his breath hitched in his throat, you doubt you’d be able to miss how he looked absolutely taken aback by your bold question. It was only a split second, but it was enough for you to confirm that he does indeed have feelings for you, even if he’s too prideful to admit it.

“... It is. You are the wicked woman that haunts me and will not allow me even a moment of peace—”

“Truly? Then why did you hunt down the manticore knowing full well that it’s the task that I had asked the Lords to do to win my hand?”

He opened his mouth, but nothing really came out as he doesn’t really know what to say about that. Deep down, he knows why, but knowing about it and admitting it are two vastly different things. A part of him is afraid— afraid that this is just one of your wicked games and that you’d mock him when he shows you his true feelings. What if you’d planned for this to happen? He wouldn’t be able to face anyone ever again if that is the case.

So, instead of saying the truth, he simply said, “I don’t know.”

“Oh, I think you do, my Lord. I think you do, but something is stopping you from being honest to me.”

As always, you managed to read him like an open book, and this greatly unnerved him. Your gaze softens, knowing that he feels extremely vulnerable right now. You need to approach this carefully lest you wish to scare him away. So, you lowered your hand, placing your other hand over his to give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze to show him that you’re here for him. That you won’t mock him if he decides to be open and honest with you. That despite your taunting words and silly games, deep down you truly care for him.

“What are you so afraid of, Dorian?”

Your voice was sincere and soft— it’s quiet enough to make sure no one would be able to hear you, but still loud enough for him to hear and for the first time, he genuinely looks devastated in front of you without any urgency to mask it from you. Just by looking at the sincere concern on your face right now, he realized that he has lost this battle against you. Try as he might, he simply couldn’t bring himself to hide anymore. Not when he feels as though you’re clutching his heart in your palm like this.

“It is true.” His voice was low, almost as quiet as yours when he finally spoke and you say nothing, intent on listening to what he has to say. “I am afraid. I’m afraid that this is just some sort of a cruel game to you, designed for your amusement and nothing more. I’m scared that if I ever show you even the slightest bit of vulnerability, you’ll sink your claws deeper and if that happens, I…” he trailed off, swallowing thickly as he tries to contain his emotions. “If I allow myself to admit what I feel for you, I fear I will not be able to let this go even when you’ve grown bored of our games. I fear I will never be able to forget you when I have to.”

You nod silently. A part of you had suspected that this was the case, but hearing it admit it to you really breaks your heart. Have you really been that cruel? You are aware of the games you’ve played, but despite everything, you’ve always enjoyed your time with him. And why wouldn’t you? Even when he pretended as though he couldn’t stand you, he would always give you his coat when you’re cold, and he would be the first to wield his sharp tongue without any hesitation when someone dared to step out of line and speak badly of you. In your eyes, he’s nothing short of perfection, so why can’t he see that?

“I am offended, Dorian,” you said, and your heart sank when you see his face fell that you had to quickly elaborate. “I am offended that despite all the years we’ve known each other, you somehow couldn’t see how dear you are to me. You know me, hopefully enough to know that I would not bother to pester someone I don’t care about. But perhaps it is not entirely your fault, as my attempts to get your attention might come off a bit… childish. That’s probably why you can’t really be sure of my intention, and I can’t blame you for it.”

His eyes widen in disbelief when you said that and you avert your gaze, clearly embarrassed by your own admission. You would never be caught dead admitting your faults, and yet here you are, acknowledging that perhaps your way of getting his attention caused him some confusion and uncertainty. If few days ago someone had told him that you would say anything like this to him, he would’ve laughed in their face and tell them that you’d sooner jump off a cliff with a dress made of rag. But here you are, opening yourself up for him like he did to you, and it completely threw him off.

“What I’m saying is, I will be more than pleased if you really do try to pursue a relationship with me,” you tried to explain just in case he still doesn’t get it, your impatience seeping through your voice. “Or, if you wish to continue this game of cat and mouse, I will—”

He didn’t let you finish your sentence before he pulls you by the waist and leans in to capture your lips, effectively stopping your rambling as your let out a small, surprised gasp.

Is this really happening? Did Dorian really just kiss you?

Your question was soon answered as you feel his lips move against yours. His lips are so soft, and his kiss is filled with so much longing and desperation that you can’t help but melt against him with a longing sigh of your own. Lord Dorian, who barely ever smiled in public, really kissed you in front of everyone. Such intimate display is highly inappropriate, but you’ve never been one to care about such silly rules, especially when you finally get what you’ve wanted for so long. You even clutched at his ripped shirt like your life depends on it, as if you’re still not satisfied with this and wants him even closer somehow despite the fact that you’re pressed flush against his front.

At this point, the captain of your guards already knows that it’s probably the best for everyone to leave. There’s no need for everyone to see this. You didn’t even realize how your guards are practically herding the complaining Lords out of the throne room, too invested with this new territory in your relationship with Dorian. It wasn’t until the both of you pulled away from the kiss that you finally realized that everyone had left the two of you alone, which makes you giggle in amusement, especially when you see how the tip of Dorian’s ears had reddened as if he had just realized that the other Lords most likely witnessed how he’d kissed you.

“Oh, is this amusing for you?” he chided playfully, his hands are still resting on your waist and he doesn’t seem to be interested to remove them.

“Way to show everyone that you’re claiming me, Dorian,” you teased, the mischievous grin on your face only grew as his cheeks turned red from your choice of words, especially combined with how you shamelessly running your fingers on the exposed skin of his chest.

“You should really watch your words, Princess. Someone might misunderstand if they hear you say that.”

“Let them,” you practically purred as you lean in to press soft kisses on his cheek that trailed down to his jawline, causing him to shiver a bit against you. “And am I wrong? I mean, you did accomplish the one task I’ve given for anyone to be able to win my hand, and practically showed it off in front of everyone.”

“I’m just saying you could’ve worded it differently, but who am I to tell the Princess what to do?”

“Mm. Smart. That’s why I like you.”

He can’t help but smile. Now that the cat’s out the bag and he has openly admitted his feelings for you, he can no longer pretend to be indifferent. Still, one question still bugs him in the back of his mind, and you can tell that something is bothering him just from the way his thumb is anxiously rubbing your skin. This earned him a raised eyebrow from you as you looked at him expectantly, silently urging him to just spit it out.

“I’m just… I’m wondering where we’re going with this. We’ve decided to move past our pretenses and be honest to each other, but… did you mean what you say when…?”

His words trailed off, but you understand exactly what he’s asking. It’s cute how he looks so nervous, you almost wanted to be mean and tease him for it, but you decided against it knowing how vulnerable and delicate he feels right now.

Perhaps another time, then.

“I mean everything I’ve said to you. But it is your choice whether you want me as your betrothed or not. If you do, we can talk to your father and mine about it, although I’m pretty sure words have spread at this point.”

You have no doubt in your mind that your father would be overjoyed to hear about this since he’s been subtly suggesting for you to choose Dorian as your future husband, and your mother would most likely be pleased as well as she had been urging you to get married, so you’re really not worried about your parents’ reaction to this news. Honestly, you’re more worried about how Dorian would feel when he realized that the nobles would talk about how he had showed up here today looking like a mess and kissed the Princess. He’s a private person, after all, so perhaps you should do something about them.

“Oh, no. I know that look. Please don’t try to kill anyone,” he said half-jokingly, drawing a small laugh from you. Little did he know, that was actually what you had in mind, but you figured he doesn’t need to know that now.

“Very well, only because you’ve asked so nicely. So, what is your choice? Shall we pay our fathers a visit?”

Your impatience didn’t miss his attention, and it surprised him a bit that you seem to be so eager to make it official with him. He’s not complaining about it, though. No, he’s far too delighted to complain since the fact that you’re so impatient means that his anxiety and fear were wrong about you. To say that he’s relieved would be an understatement, and he couldn’t agree faster to your proposal.

“I should probably change my clothes first, but yes, we shall pay them a visit.”

You nod in acknowledgement, practically beaming with excitement when he gently grabs your chin before pulling you in for another kiss as if to seal the deal. It seems that once again he managed to brighten your day, and you simply can’t wait for what the future holds for the both of you. Of course, there are still lots of things to arrange before you could make your betrothal official, but for now, you’re content to just have him with you.

#monster lover #monster romance #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #vampire x reader #vampire #self insert reader #female reader #drabbles #teratophillia #terato #exophilia #ngl I was tempted to make this more spicy but gotta keep it PG y'know #losing my mind rn #edit: JUST REALIZED I HAD A TYPO THIS IS MY LAST STRAWWWW

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starshipsofstarlord · 7 days

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pretty eyes (3)

summary. picking up where you left off isn’t always the easiest thing to proceed with, especially when you and daryl are still bickering. but there are ways to make amends

warnings. smut, fingering, a lottt of making out, swearing, slapping, brief angst

a/n. again there will be another part, i apologise for this having taken so long 🖤

MINORS DNI (18+), I DO NOT CONTROL YOUR CONSUMPTION ON THIS BLOG 👻

divider credits. @cafekitsune

He was rough yet tender as he cupped your face, his thumbs tracing the structure of your jawline as his mouth devoured your own, the broad and crisp sunlight bringing heat to your skin. Your noses traced back and forth together, your heavy breaths became one notion of inhaling and exhaling. There wasn’t a thought surpassing your mind as you physically reconciled after your stubborn disdain at one another, moulding together as though you could melt after the other’s touch.

Alas you were forced to part from the oxygen that your lungs required, and you breathed heavily, your chest rising in a rapid motion as the two of you wordlessly stared at one another. His pupils were transformed into an enlarged size, there wasn’t anything that could surpass the silence that brooded scornfully between you, as neither of you both were sure on how to proceed. You could feel the swollen lining around your lips, and you bit nervously at it, attempting to scratch an itch to make the quiet around you less tense.

“Shoul’n’t a done tha’.” Daryl stated, however he seemed less appalled by the contact that you had made than he had shown previously. His cerulean orbs raked across your face as his feet jaggedly trudged backwards, committing some distance from you. He felt almost drunk from your kiss, and that made him feel absurdly foolish. It wasn’t in his nature to be so astounded by a simple touch, but it was definitely affecting him.

His pulse raced in the depths of his flesh, and his bloodstream pounded heavily in his ears as he awaited for your response, hoping that you would agree with him. It was a mistake, one that certainly shouldn’t happen again. Those damning eyes of yours were distracting him from his shield of resentment, and he tried to shun them from his sight, however you were staring straight ahead at him, which made it defiantly impossible.

“Daryl,” the sound of his name escaping your plush lips had him desperate to hear it fall from your lips over and over… No. He wasn’t some idiot that was willing to fall head over heels, he was simply attracted to your physical form, that was all that it could be. It was all that he would allow it to be. He never wanted anyone close, he’d be a pussy as Merle would call him if he had any feeling for you and his brother were here.

“Don’ got time for this.” He remarked as he swiftly turned around with the purpose of getting as far away from you as possible, however he hadn’t anticipated for you to follow him like a lost lamb, with a frown written upon your face. “Why the hell ya followin’ me? Huh, ain’t no one else yer wanna fuck ‘round here?” In truth, he’d inwardly resent it if you shacked up with one of the other men in your group, but he’d silence the qualms he’d have with your sexual relations.

“Honestly, no.” You crossed your arms once again, and he battled with looking in your eyes to your raised breasts, sucking in a much needed breath. “But again that’s not why I’m here Dixon, we have to sort this tension between us out; and I didn’t come on my own accord, Shane sent me here for the sake of the rest of the group. It’s not about me and you screwing, it’s about being civil. I think we can do just about that, right?”

Daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “Ya listening to Shane now.” He laughed mockingly and you rolled your eyes at his behaviour, already wishing you hadn’t bothered. You were prepared to stalk away, and so to relent from this dispersive attitude you were being given, you headed to the woods, touching your side in a double checking fashion for your blade. Yes, you had it. You were all good to go, and escape this hellish debacle. The trees surrounded you, hiding you in their shrubbery and shading of leaves as you tried to clear your head. “Ya tryna get yourself killed or somethin’ woman?”

Of course he had followed you, but you raggedly shook out your hair, ignoring him. He had wanted you gone, to leave him be in his solidarity, and the next moment he had trailed after you, in a marching stride as he recalled you to return back to the campsite that you had set up on the farm. “No.” You blankly stated, you weren’t stupid and knew damn well how to defend yourself. “No I’m not Daryl. You wanted me to leave you alone so that’s what I’m doing. So go back to being by yourself, you don’t owe me anything.”

“Wait. Just hold up a second.” He sighed, stalking alongside you to make your steps pause. “I- uh, I jus’, fuck you woman.” He closed his eyes, as your palm collided with the side of his face and the sting blossomed upon his cheek. The man was a little taken aback, but he shouldn’t have expected any different for his last words. Daryl was full of copious frustration, and he was done with it. “Fuck it.” With his body weight he grasped you by the shoulders, leading you backwards until you were trapped between him and a tall shot of bark.

You were furious, but all discretions were smothered into dismal whining as Daryl pressed against you, his mouth hungrily colliding with your own. Your eyes were closed as you could do nothing but reciprocate his motions, licking into his mouth with vigour as his hands strewed in your hair. He became lost in your kiss, as he allowed one of his hands to grapple down and pledge your ass in his grip. His administration caused a gasp to shatter from your lips as you allowed him to do as he pleased, his hands worked desperately at the fly of your faded and worn jeans as he began to pull the denim down.

“This is definitely a way we might be able to get along.” Inherently you mumbled as you felt lips and teeth tug at the flesh of your neck, and you hadn’t even thought of him leaving bruising marks along your throat. A pleased moan fell deliriously from your lips as you felt his rough hand slide into your cotton panties, feeling your cunt over as he stroked his ring finger against entrance. He ensured you were wet enough before he plunged it inside of you, and when he did your eyes flew open.

As he licked his lips in concentration, he became adherent to anything other than your eyes, even with his wrist continuing to move to prompt you pleasure. “Such pretty eyes.” He muttered to himself, allowing a soft smile to capture his mouth for a moment as he brought you to the brink of pleasure, slipping another finger inside of you. Your eyes were blow wide like those of a deer, and you grabbed at his arm, lips gaping open as you released silent moans, restraining all noise if there were any walkers nearby.

“Daryl.” His name burned like an ember on your lips, and he was compelled to capture them again, as your hands caressed wantonly down his body, grabbing at the prominent bulge he wore beneath his clothing. This was a sure way to reconcile your arrogance towards one another, and you were futilely desperate for more.

#daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fluff #daryl dixon fic #daryl dixon angst #daryl dixon series

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cosmicpearlz · 1 year

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under the mistletoe

summary: you friends decided enough was enough and had a plan to set you guys up together.

pairing: ajax petropolus x reader

day 2 of ficmas (december 20th, 2022)

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you and ajax had a history of being the best friends that nobody could tell if you were dating or simply just friends. from lingering touches to you sitting on his lap at almost every party to pet names and even long hugs that ‘just friends’ don’t do. the friend group was planning on how to get you guys to confess to each other and the upcoming christmas party was definitely the perfect time.

it was an ugly sweater christmas party held at xavier’s house. of course, everyone had to wear an ugly sweater well except wednesday. she had threatened to murder enid when the girl tried to get her to put on the christmas sweater. wednesday didn’t even really want to go but enid had practically begged her to go and to get her to shut up, she reluctantly agreed to go.

“hi guys! sorry i’m late, the traffic was nuts,” you walked in to greet everyone with a smile. upon hearing your voice, ajax snapped his head up at the door completely forgetting the conversation he was in with kent.

“baby! i missed you,” the gorgon stands to meet you and pull you into hug. you felt yourself melt into his arms like you always did. he tended to have the feeling over you.

“you just saw me last week when school went on winter break.”

“a week too long. come, let’s get you some hot chocolate, yeah?” you nodded at the boys words and let him lead you by hand to the kitchen.

“that was a dreadful sight. why must they always be like that?” wednesday muttered to herself and enid nudged her arm to knock it off.

“enid, i’m just pointing out the obvious. it’s quite disgusting.”

“okay, do we know which doorway we’re hanging up the mistletoe on?” bianca quickly glanced at the two of you who were clearly in your own worlds before leaning in to whisper.

“yes. it’s the doorway before you go into the music room. that’s where we’ll do the white elephant game because the tree is in there. but remember, they must be the last to come in!” xavier reminded everyone and wordlessly everyone nodded along. the boy was pretty excited to help his best friend get his girl officially. when you and ajax walked back to the couches in the living room, they acted like nothing happened.

“so, what did we miss?” ajax took his previous seat guiding you to sit on his lap.

“nothing much besides how much fun white elephant was gonna be,” yoko didn’t understand how you guys didn’t even pay attention to anyone else but each other.

“oh yes! i’m so excited because i think i brought the best gift.”

“what’d you bring babe?” you looked at him while shaking your head.

“as if i would tell you,” ajax chuckled and placed a delicate kiss to your cheek.

“dinners ready!” xavier’s mom called out to the group of you from the dining room. everyone gets up to go to sit at the table. xavier’s mom decided to give you guys the space and not bother. his dad nowhere to be found, probably at work. xavier stopped relaying on his dad a while ago.

you went to sit next to ajax when xavier swooped in and sat in the seat. immediately following Kent sat in the other seat that was next to him. with furrowed brows, you walked around the table sitting across from him next to wednesday. you were a little upset that you didn’t get to physically sit next to the boy but hide it well. silently the group nodded once more to start the plan.

“so y/n, remember that guy patrick? the one from math class,” yoko smirked watching the way ajax’s jaw clenched. bingo, first indicator of jealousy.

“i mean yeah, what exactly about him?”

“he just was interested in you. i told him i’d mention it to you,” bianca sent you a smile while you suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“oh i’m just not interested in him. i’m sorry.”

“but you are single, right? why not just give it a shot?”

“enid she’s not interested,” ajax was quick to answer for you. he didn’t want to lose the best thing that’s ever happened to him. he’d think he would lose his mind if you were no longer in his life.

“i’m just saying,” enid shrugged her shoulders, “just think about it y/n.”

the rest of the dinner was quiet, the group had gotten you guys right where they wanted you. they could see ajax almost burst out the confession. step two was next.

“so everyone, white elephant is gonna take place in the music. c’mon,” as soon as xavier said that everyone was quick to get up. you’d almost laughed at them practically running to the room.

“you think they have something planned babe?” ajax whispered walking over to you helping you get up.

“honestly, i think they do. i mean i couldn’t sit next to you and the whole patrick situation,” you sighed throwing your hands up.

“are you gonna talk to patrick after break?” the boy was nervous to hear your answer but he needed to know even if his heart was currently thumping.

“what? absolutely not. i’m interested in someone else,” you looked down and smiled thinking about the boy standing right next to you. all ajax could hope was that you return those feelings he felt for you.

the walk to the music room was a short walk. when you got to the doorway, you noticed everyone had gotten quiet all of sudden. some staring and some smirking.

“hey ajax and y/n look up,” kent pointed up at the door. looking up you both found mistletoe neatly tape.

“it’s a christmas tradition. you wouldn’t want to break christmas traditions, right?” xavier faked the innocent smile he had. ajax turned to look at you with slightly warm cheeks.

“we don’t have to do this sweetheart.”

“what if i wanted to?” you gazed at him with a smile. instantly his hands were placed on your cheeks tilting your head more up before locking his lips with yours. finally, after years he’s kissing you. the kiss becomes a little more aggressive as ajax slides one arm around your waist pushing you more into him. you were careful not to mess up his beanie while your heads landed on his face.

“you guys are disgusting. this is unnecessary,” wednesday cold voice made you both step away from each other.

“well? are you guys finally together?! we set this whole thing up even down to talking about patrick,” enid almost couldn’t contain the squeal that came out of her mouth.

“oh so that’s what was going on?”

“yeah ajax, we knew it would make you jealous. got sick of seeing you guys act like a couple but saying you were just friends. so.. now what?” xavier asked his best friend hoping this plan the group had changed everything for the better.

ajax takes one glance at you and tighten the hold on your waist, “i’d say she’s officially my girl now.”

“yup, this sweet boy is officially mine,” you bring a hand to cover the little laugh you let out. you then guided the two of you to the floor where your friends were sitting in a circle and sat down in between his legs.

“okay let’s start the game!”

#ajax petropolus x reader #wednesday #georgie farmer #ajax petropolus

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callsign-relic · 9 days

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Hi Relic!!

I’m thinking about the luring people with holoforms thing again from that other ask. That’s got to be one of my favorite troupes. I think it would be interesting if they used some sort of calmer, making their targets a little more docile. Kind of similar to I’ll Take Better Care of You.

Uugghhhhnmmm drabble about it \/

People have been going missing in your city lately. It’s a little worrying, but the police have a handle on it. That’s what they said in the news, at least. Either way, as you sit at your local bar, you can’t help but feel a little tense about the guy sitting next to you. It’s not in a creepy way, not really, but who goes to a bar dressed like he just jumped out of the 80’s? His bright colored clothes and strange demeanor put you off, but as he starts to make conversation his weirdness starts to feel less apparent.

The more you talk the more you like him. He’s sweet, funny, a bit obnoxious, but who isn’t at this hour? He doesn’t tell you his name, and you don’t ask. It feels like you’ve known him forever. Him and his weird hair. At some point, he invites you out. He wants to go “somewhere special”. Feeling like you could trust him with anything, you agree. The two of you load into an Uber, he sets the destination. While you leave, a bright red and orange sports car follows, but you didn’t pay it much mind. It isn’t until you finally arrive at your “special place” that you begin to feel uneasy again.

You comment on the sports car following you around, but he brushes it off, saying something about how cool it looks. The place he took you is largely empty, not many buildings around. A queasy feeling builds in your stomach. Why did you trust him to bring you out here?

You stumble a bit, smile fading. You make an excuse to leave, but when you turn to look at him his eyes flicker. Actually, all of him flickers. Like a badly CGI’d hologram in a shitty movie. Mind clearer than ever you begin to wordlessly move away. Unfortunately, by then it’s too late. Your legs are shaky from fear but that only intensifies when something very, very large begins to move.

The sports car.

Now you feel the need to run. And you do, however short of an escape attempt was. Your body is quickly grabbed by something, the floor starts to grow smaller beneath you. You scream to no avail.

“Sorry bud, there’s no one else here to hear you.”

Stark, blue lights flash onto your face, temporarily blinding you.

“You’re so cute from up close like this! Hah, I should’ve done this sooner.”

Your eyes adjust to see a robotic face grinning out you with sharp, fanged teeth. The stress in your body instantly explodes and you struggle from something you understand to be a hand- though that is where your understanding of the situation ends.

“Ah, you’re going to love it with me. Promise. Come on, little buddy.”

He squeezes you gently. Something soft and tranquil falls over your mind, causing your struggling to stop without your permission. Your body grows tired and your muscles feel like stone. Your thoughts are the last to go out, simply wondering where you would end up now.

(I didn’t proofread this and I am sick, sorry for mistakes or strangeness!)

OH MY GOSSHDHDHDHSHS TRIPLEGLITCH THIS WAS AMAZING!!!!! Omg reminds me of the old days where you’d send drabbles to my ask box, I missed getting asks from you 😭

The line “you’re so cute from up close like this” made my stomach flip and even rewriting it for my response here made it flip AGAIN. GOD I love this so much. This is totally something Rodimus would do, gaining your trust and luring you to somewhere empty to where you can become his beloved little pet. You were so nice to him when you chatted at the bar, he knew you’d be the perfect little guy to have around the ship!

And god omg I love the idea that even as he held a conversation with you in holoform, he saw it no more as a silly game. He knew you were coming with him by the end of the night, but he wanted a peek at what human life was like. And it was so adorable, what humans seemed to busy themselves with. So simple. So quaint. But he was about to bring you into a much bigger world. Perhaps it may have been something behind your understanding, but he would be the one to guide you through it. It was his responsibility as a pet owner, after all <333

#relic answers

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ssahotstuff · 1 year

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i have an uber specific request for a fic, or whatever you’re willing to do, if you’re down

i’m going on vacay soon - camping - and i thought it would be adorable to see that hotch and fem!reader dynamic. tbh i could see the team organizing a group camping trip in their down time, maybe as a way to let lose and get their minds off the job for a while, but also simply because they’ve grown to be such a close knit family. it’s just the sort of activity that would bring them all that much closer.

so, in my mind, reader sees herself as hopeless (to put it nicely) and actually has 0% camping experience. she arrives late (followed right after by hotch), it’s dark out and she’s trying and failing (struggling really) to set up her tent - it’s really not a one person job. in the camp site beside her, hotch hasn’t even started setting up when he notices her struggling. without even needing to be asked, not that you would’ve asked anyway, not with the way you’re crushing on your boss, he wordlessly helps you out. you hold the tent while he erects it, the two of you nail in the stakes, voila! and then “you’ve got to be kidding” to which hotch’s response is a concerned “what is it?” as his eyes scan your face. of all the unnecessary things you brought, you forgot the thing that you arguably needed the most - your sleeping bag. followed by aaron being quick to offer up his, to which you insist the two of you share. long story short, hotch won’t need the tent he brought, so he doesn’t bother. the one bed trope but ~ spicy ~ because no you didn’t think this through, sleeping bags are really only made for one person, and you’re pressed so tightly against him that his heartbeat feels like your own and you feel his chest pressed against you… among other things.

basically i’d just be a sucker for seeing hotch take care of reader. i could see him making a fire, and the two of you just sitting there, flames reflected in your eyes, as the two of you talk late into the night. i’m also a sucker for lots of fluff and mutual pining. bonus points if reader gets to steal hotch’s quarter zip !!

just some late night thoughts <33 sending you lots of love !! your writing is lovely

Oooh camping Hotch and reader below the cut!!

Minors DNI! Smut below the cut

You'd been buying things for a month, gearing up for the teams newest tradition: a camping trip. JJ and Derek had been planning everything for weeks, getting everyone to agree to it, even Hotch. Derek suggested it could be a team building exercise, and you couldn't do it without your fearless leader.

You had secretly been dreading the entire trip. Each time you bought something to take with you, you'd sigh heavily just thinking about being stuck in the woods with no bathroom and less than favorable sleeping conditions. The place they'd chosen was nice, but it was still outside, and you weren't excited for that part.

You were almost the last to arrive. Hotch pulled into the clearing right after you. There was a trail near the tree line that would lead you to the campsite, but you didn't want to walk alone, so you decided to wait on him.

"Remind me again why we agreed to this?" He groaned, slinging his backpack over his shoulders before he grabbed the rest of his things.

"Derek guilted us, remember? I wanted to go to the casino," every time you could all get a weekend off together, you were making group plans. Derek's bright idea had been camping.

"You can't get this kind of experience at the casino," he countered, and he was right. The woods were buzzing with animal chatter, and the leaves were ever changing, yellows and oranges around you. You'd brought your camera hoping you could get some good shots of everyone and some photos of the beautiful scenery.

"I'm just not the outdoorsy type," he waited for you to finish grabbing your things and the two of you took off towards the trail. It was a bit rocky, so he held out his hand so you wouldn't get tripped up, helping you down the steep terrain. You knew he was just trying to keep you from falling, but it made your heart skip a beat to hold his hand for any amount of time. You couldn't recall a time when you'd wanted anyone as badly as you wanted Hotch.

With a little encouragement from Emily, who thought he felt the same way about you, you'd began to open up to him more, started getting to know him. He'd been doing the same with you, late nights when you were both finishing reports, you'd talk for hours in his office, until the two of you were too tired to write anymore. It had become a part of your office routine—if you weren't working a case, you were usually on the couch in his office, helping him out.

He didn't mind the company, you brought him coffee and made sure he ate, and in return, the two of you got to where you knew secrets about one another. There was an established level of trust between you, and it only grew stronger as the months passed.

"I think we'll all have a good time. I just hope somebody remembered to bring the tequila," he joked, and in no time you made it to the clearing where everyone else was setting up. You picked a spot further away from everyone, and Hotch opted for the spot right next to you. You grabbed the instructions for your tent and set to work.

A half an hour later, Hotch was coming to the rescue. He started connecting the rods and had the tent slid on them in no time, letting you help to set the stakes in the ground while he did the rest. When he was finished, you stepped back to admire his work, your fingertips brushing against his for just a moment as he handed you the instructions.

"Thank you," you said softly, and he nodded, unzipping the flap so you could climb inside and check it out. You'd just started to unpack your bag when you realized you were missing the most crucial thing of all.

"You've got to be kidding me," you muttered mostly to yourself, but Hotch heard you and was poking his head inside.

"What's wrong?"

You nodded to the lumpy ground, which would be your bed for the next two nights.

"I forgot a sleeping bag."

You couldn't help but laugh at yourself, but Hotch was immediately offering up solutions.

"Just take mine," he said, but you shook your head at him.

"And then where will you sleep, silly? Unless—do you want to just share it with me? You can sleep in here, if you want to." You felt your cheeks go rosy, but he quickly handed you his bag and climbed in, sitting next to you on the ground.

"I think we'll both fit."

Once you had your sleeping arrangements figured out, you joined the others, and Reid was at Hotch's side immediately.

"Don't tell him I said anything, but you may need to start the fire," Derek was struggling by the looks of it, sweat on his brow and his face furrowed in frustration.

"Need a hand?" Hotch offered, and Derek let him have at it. You found a log to use as a makeshift bench and you took a seat so you could watch Hotch work. He looked just as glorious as ever, his usual attire swapped for a long sleeved navy blue shirt and jeans. Emily sat down next to you, her eyes darting between you and Hotch.

"You should tell him this weekend."

You looked at her like she was crazy, shaking your head.

"I can't. If he doesn't feel the same way, it'll ruin the whole weekend."

Emily gave Hotch one last look before she pulled you away and towards her tent, her arms crossed over her chest.

"We're profilers, Y/n. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the way he looks at you. You should go for it."

You thought about her words but saw flames in the corner of your eye, Hotch and Reid sharing a quick fist bump after he got the fire going. He shot you a quick smile before taking a seat on your log. Emily nodded toward him, silently beckoning you to join him.

"Think about what I said," she whispered as you walked away, so you shot her a thumbs up, and debated how you'd let him know about your feelings.

A few hours later, everyone was tucked into bed except for you and Hotch. You wanted to sit by the fire, and he didn't want to leave you alone.

"Feels perfect. It's kind of chilly but the fire is so nice," he said, leaning into you slightly. You took a second to admire the way the flames danced in his deep, almost hazy eyes, the faintest of smiles on his lips.

"I agree, this is really nice." You we're enjoying the alone time with him more than anything, trying to work up the bravery to say something to him. He silently slid his arm around you, rubbing your arm with his hand to warm you up. You couldn't tell if your face was hot from the fire or if it was because he was so close to you.

"Want to head to bed?" He stood up, offering you his hand, his fingers lacing through yours as he led you to the tent. You climbed in, letting him get situated before you got in the sleeping bag. You had changed into shorts earlier, which is the only reason you felt his jean clad legs in the first place.

"Really? You'll be miserable in jeans all night. Take them off, Hotchner."

He let out a light laugh so you unzipped the sleeping bag to give him more room.

"You sound an awful lot like me right now, just so you know," you heard the metallic slip of his zipper coming down before he shimmied out of his jeans. You zipped the two of you back up and your original plan was to give him space just in case he was uncomfortable being around you, but his arm wrapped around you and pulled you in closer. He smelled like heaven, a mixture of his cologne and the outdoors. You didn't mind his legs tucked into yours, his tight grasp on your body.

"Isn't that much better?" You could already feel him relaxing into you, heaving a sigh of relief to finally be laying down, even if it was on the ground.

"Better by far. I'm not used to sleeping in so many layers," he still had his shirt on but you wouldn't mind if he took it off too; your imagination was running wild at the thought of being pressed to his bare chest through the night.

"I'm not used to sleeping on rocks," you wiggled against him, trying to get comfortable when his palm met your thigh, just below your shorts. He was trying to keep a few inches between your bodies, but that didn't stop his thumbs from pressing into your sensitive flesh.

"Sweetheart, you've got to stop moving or we're going to have an even bigger problem," it took you a second to process what he meant, but you didn't stop moving—instead you pressed your backside against his crotch deliberately, his cock already stiff against you.

"Oops," you teased, in love with the sound of him chuckling back at you. You rolled over, trying to get your eyes to adjust to the darkness so you could make out his features. He found your face immediately, his fingertips tilting your face upward to meet his lips.

"What should we do about this?" His voice was barely above a whisper but it made your blood run cold nonetheless—judging by the current state he was in, you guessed he'd wanted you just as badly.

"I have a couple of ideas," you shot back before leaning forward to capture his lips. His mouth was greedy against your own, his tongue slipping past your teeth to collide with yours, nearly taking your breath away. You could feel his hands behind you working to unzip the sleeping bag so you had more room, but right now you didn't mind being pressed against him, close enough to feel his entire body radiating warmth.

"You're sure about this, right? Because I've wanted this for a while now," the slightest hint of worry was laced behind his words but you kissed him and assured him you were around to stay. You'd wanted him just as long, maybe longer. You'd never question it now that you had him, you'd only cherish him as much as possible, give him everything he needed.

"I'm positive. I wasn't sure how to say anything," your pajama bottoms were quickly being tugged down your legs, his fingers slipping past the waistband of your panties to be met with the warmth of your arousal; he audibly groaned when his fingertips collided with your clit, delving between your slick folds so he could show you how badly he'd wanted you.

"You don't have to explain it to me, sweetheart. I understand. I need you to be quiet, okay?" His free hand pushed his boxers down as he got ready to give himself to you for the first time. His fingers left your center long enough to pull your panties down the rest of the way as he crawled between your legs, propping himself up so he could line up with you. Nothing about it was ideal--you were on the ground and you couldn't see him, but it was still perfect, because it was him.

"I can be quiet," you whispered as he gripped your thighs harshly and pulled you closer to him, your back sliding against the fabric of the sleeping bag, making you move with ease. Your legs were swiftly being tucked together so he could press them back against your chest, leaving your mind reeling at the possibilities of your first time with him, if it would be rushed or slow and gentle. He teased your slit once more before slipping into you, taking your breath. There was a lot of him to get adjusted to, so he was careful not to go too fast; he simply pressed into you until he was tucked fully inside of you, letting out a shaky breath above you.

"You feel so good, my god," not being able to see him only made the experience more erotic--you could feel his large hands on your thighs, keeping them together as he struggled to keep it together; his knees shook as he began to move, tentatively and careful at first. You let out a breath at how good it felt, how whole he made you feel now that he was finally inside of you. Each stroke of his thick cock inside of you had pressure building from the very beginning, so you darted out and took his hand in yours, squeezing lightly as you came, trying to keep quiet.

"So good," he mumbled as his hips met yours, but you couldn't even form a thought, you were too busy thinking about how an hour ago, you were merely tent mates, and now there was much more going on.

"Wanted you for so long," you whined as he slammed into you, the fabric of the tent rustling below you. It wasn't loud, but it was enough to make Hotch slow down considerably, groaning from above you.

"I'm yours now," he assured you, the fluid motion of his hips driving you crazy; you needed more of him, as deep as he could possibly go. Your hands moved to the back of his thighs, so he'd get the hint that you wanted him closer, and he obliged happily, burying himself inside of you. It was a lot to process, your boss having you on your back with your legs in the air, but he'd been a lot more than just your boss for months now. You cared about him and his well-being, and you wanted to keep him as safe as you could, even though he didn't need to be protected. Hotch could certainly hold his own, but anyone could see that he'd really benefit from having someone that wanted to take care of him, and you were hoping he'd let it be you.

You knew it wasn't an ideal first time, but there would be plenty of others, and frankly, you had been so tired of waiting--despite your conversation with Emily, you truly had planned to talk to him this weekend, whether it ruined the good time or not. You couldn't hold your feelings in any longer, and from the looks of it, neither could he.

He blindly reached for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as you came together, the two of you a sweaty, shuddering mess as you tried to calm yourself. Hotch was busy between your legs, cleaning you up before he came to lay next to you, letting you zip the sleeping bag back up around you now that you were missing a couple of layers. He seemed more comfortable, he settled into you quick, tossing his arm over you and pulling you closer.

"I'm really glad you forgot a sleeping bag," he whispered teasingly, kissing your cheek in the darkness as the woods chattered around you.

"I'll leave remembering stuff like that up to you," you joked, since he'd came so well prepared compared to you.

"You can always share a bed with me," he muttered sleepily, exhaling deeply before he went still and fell asleep and you did the same, the sound of the crickets and owls making you fall asleep quickly. The next morning, Aaron had let you sleep in, because when you woke up, you were alone in the tent and it was freezing. He'd left his quarter zip out for you though, so you quickly slipped it on, shrugging on a pair of jeans and your shoes before you went to find Hotch.

You found him building a fire, Reid and Derek at his side. The inferno was ever growing as you approached, taking a seat on the same log as before when Derek asked how you slept.

"Like a rock," you giggled, and considering the less than favorable conditions, you'd managed to get a solid nights rest thanks to being in Hotch's arms all night. He caught your gaze and shot you a soft smile, taking in your attire before he blushed like mad, his cheeks going red in an instant.

Once everyone was awake, Emily was dragging you towards her tent, eyeing your jacket curiously.

"Did you tell him?"

You shrugged, not wanting to give your secret away just yet.

"I didn't have to, he already knew."

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #ssa aaron hotchner #ssa hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner smut #hotchner #aaron hotchner x you #thomas gibson #aaron hotchner x reader smut #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x fem reader #aaron hotchner x fem!reader

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teatitty · 2 years

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Said I was gonna do it so here’s a brief, not at all complete/exhaustive, list of the ways Holmes adapted his lifestyle and behaviours to accomodate Watson’s disablities etc

Watson’s shoulder injury means he cannot lift his arm above his head at all. This is not usually an issue, as he can still use his other arm to reach things, but the moment Holmes realised this was something he had learned to work around, he thought “oh shit the shelves are too high” and wordlessly had Watson’s shelves, bookcase and wardrobe renovated/moved to be more accesible for said arm. This is not something they have ever spoken about but Watson felt a surge of exasperated fondness regardless

While it’s true that Watson has nightmares, those are only part of his PTSD. He also has certain triggers, like sudden explosives, hence why Holmes or Mrs Hudson always let him know when a chemical experiment is happening. Over the years this specific ‘trigger’ has dialed back significantly but the habit of telling him of the experiments has never stopped. Holmes is also careful when putting rosin on his bow, as Watson once told him that it reminded him of hacksaws, and there are days when he simply cannot deal with large noisy crowds. Should he get overwhelmed by such noise, Holmes will quietly (and subtly!) lead him someplace quieter to catch his breath

Holmes is the one who brought Watson the cane sword. In fact, Watson doesn’t use it as often as one might expect when they’re together, because Holmes always has their arms linked anyway. While this first started as a way to support his friend when the wound caused Watson’s leg to get stiff and painful, it has simply become an everyday part of Holmes’ usual tactile affection

Watson has always had a bad reaction to people dying under his care. During the following days, he is prone to “black moods” and dissociation. Holmes has learned that the best way to deal with this is to be a silent nearby presence, offering the odd murmur or reassurance. Once Watson reacts to his presence, Holmes will quietly ask things like “what do you see?” “where are you right now?” etc and work from there based on the answers

One of the reasons Holmes makes so much noise in their flat is because Watson warned both himself and Mrs Hudson that should they sneak up on him without warning, he has a natural ‘fight’ response and may accidentally lash out at them. Holmes almost got himself a black eye because of this once (he did trip onto his arse as well which added some levity) and has endeavoured to always make his presence known whenever possible

Related to the above: the one and only time Watson ever took the lead on a case ended with him reactively throat punching someone. Luckily it happened to be the criminal they were after but they both agreed it would probably be better for Holmes to take the lead from then on

Watson always feels most at ease when he has his revolver on him or within reach of himself. This is the reason Holmes tells him to bring it on cases. Another unspoken thing between them

He keeps tabs on the weather more studiously than he used to, so that he is always prepared when Watson’s injuries/chronic pain act up. He keeps Watson’s preferred brand of tea well stocked, is always sure they have coal for the fire, and, if need be, assists his friend in getting out of his coat/into his dressing gown etc without making any kind of fuss

Makes certain to bring blankets and a flask of brandy when doing long stakeouts as Watson is more prone to shivering. Also ensures that they always have a warm room to stay in when taking cases outside of London

While Holmes does eat more frequently thanks to Watson’s “medical nagging” the other reason he eats more is because Watson is also prone to forgetting about his meals and Holmes has found that eating together is simply more productive, mostly because it bolsters Watson’s mood considerably and his bright moods are rather infectious

#acd holmes #watsholmes #meta post #there's others but its 2:30am and these are the main ones rn #I'm too tired to list more lol #anyway. they are stuffed toys on my shelf. my scrunklies

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genshincreatorau · 7 months

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CreatorAU Mondstadt Headcanons Part 2

【summary】 — some more headcanons for monstadt and how you first meet the characters.

【contains】 — experiments on you . secrets being kept . Lisa is flirty

【characters】 — Sucrose . Albedo . Jean . Lisa

Mondstadt

the nation of Mondstadt is one of the few places you're given the chance to travel freely with no escort or companion if you were to so choose.

not that they wont try to join you.

Albedo and Sucrose

your first meeting with this pair is on your way back to mondstadt from the Dawn Winery

Albedo and Sucrose had been about to Cross the bridge over into the city when Sucrose spotted you on your way over.

Giving a tug to Albedo's sleeve, you couldn't hear what was being said.

though it seemed the two had stopped and waited for you.

Albedo is the first to greet you with a "fortunate we'd meet again"

huh?

Sucrose speaks up before any questions could be asked. introducing herself and Albedo as the chief alchemist and his assistant.

it was quite the shock to hear her speak up like this. although she looked like she wanted nothing more then to shrink away and hide behind Albedo.

Sucrose made mention of this being your first meeting. but that they had heard of your arrival and had been preparing to come meet you.

Albedo took the conversation from there as he asked where you we're heading and if you could spare them some of your time. it was of upmost importance.

Sucrose seemed happy to slink back and walk a few steps behind. she looked more comfortable as well.

Albedo had a lot of interest in you and with your permission asked quite a lot of questions, he was happy to answer any that you had in turn.

Once at the headquarters you met Jane once again and Albedo seemed to disappear for a while

you meet him later when he come to you with Sucrose in tow.

they had something ready for you that they'd been working on for a while.

they have some sort of concoction for you to try.

claiming that they might just help bring out the dormant powers you hold as the creator.

they of course don't force you to take it, but having those powers they speak of, especially the teleportation, would surely come in handy.

agreeing to try it you take the bottle from Albedo as they step back.

how comforting.

you chug it down, closing your eyes shut as you wait for something to happen.

You weren't sure if it worked, it left you feeling rejuvenated, with only this buzzing feeling in your chest.

Sucrose asks if you feel any different and you mention the buzzing.

Albedo just wordlessly places a hand right on your chest, feeling to see if he could sense it.

he felt nothing out of the ordinary. well, maybe other then how quickly your heart seemed to be beating.

Albedo apologises for the sudden touch, he simply wished to confirm if the buzzing was physical side affect or perhaps proof that they we're on the right track.

well he'd have to run some more tests and Sucrose needs to keep an eye on your condition to make sure there aren't any side affects. seems you won't be leaving mondstadt for quite a while.

...

how would you feel about accompanying Albedo up to dragonspine? it would be a lot more convenient.

don't worry, he can take care of you, he took care of klee after all.

you're already staying somewhere else?

ah...what a shame

his offer still stands.

Jean

Jean had tried to welcome you to mondstadt on behalf of the Knights of Fevonius.

she wished to offer you a place to stay at the Favonius headquarters under Kaeyas suggestion.

that way they could offer you knights to guard you and ensure your safety during your stay.

but nothing seemed to go to plan.

your conversation with Jean got interrupted by Diluc and then cut short by Venti.

once back at the headquarters she immediately had to go back out to go find Klee.

seems she was going back into solitary confinement.

by morning Kaeya had decided to take his leave with nothing but a note stating where he'd gone to.

leaving the Acting Grand Master with even more work on her plate and no time to go find you.

Jean did finally meet you properly when you came walking in after Albedo

She finally had the time to properly introduce herself and apologize for not getting to you sooner.

with some reassurance that you'd been perfectly fine she calms down just a bit.

Jean still welcomes you to stay at the headquarters as she had meant to do the day before.

you're welcome to stay and she can have some knights assigned to your safety.

no?

well if you change your mind they're right there. and the Knights of Favonius are at your service.

Jean barely has any time to speak with you before she has to get back to work.

but she left you in the care of the librarian. at least that way she could have some peace of mind.

Lisa could take it from there.

Lisa

Lisa was the one to show you around the Favonius headquarters.

introducing you to those such as Noelle, Klee and Mika.

there were more as you knew but it would seem that most were out doing their job.

well other then kaeya.

well Lisa got to enjoy time with you.

after taking you for a tour, showing you the room reserved just in case you were to decide to stay there.

she ended the tour in the library where she invites you to a nice cup of tea.

now Lisa is a flirt.

just a straight up flirt and there's no letting up.

as soon as you relax she'll casually drop a complement into the conversation.

you truly were a cutie.

it gets a bit boring now that the Traveler is gone, so you wouldn't mind coming by every once in a while to chat?

well she wouldn't keep you for much longer. it looked like the alchemist had something for you.

【notes】 — and that's another set of headcanons! so there's a whole lot of places you could visit. you can send in your asks about any of the characters I've covered so far. and requests are open if you wish to travel up to dragonspine or spend your day with anyone in particular. of course these are just suggestions to give you all some ideas, you may request any scenario you wish for.

now we're getting out of mondstadt. next up will be liyue!

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justalonelybitch · 1 year

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I'm so sad I can't write for you rn guys because I have so many fucking ideas AHHHHH-

Lemme give you guys a lil sneak peak of what's to come tho

Huh Yunjin x F!Reader - College AU (Angst)

“In the meantime, I’m not gonna sit around and take this bullshit.” You declared, hand slipping from her arm as you backed away from her. “I’ll see you at home Yunjin,” you muttered, turning on your heel and walking into the distance.

The brunette watched as you disappeared into a crowd of students, groaning in irritation. With her fists clenched by her sides, she stormed off in the opposite direction from you. Truth be told she herself couldn’t comprehend the rage that burned within her, but she knew that the unsettling feeling within her chest left her incredibly frustrated with you. It was all because you’d agreed to go on a stupid date with Park Sunghoon.

Miyawaki Sakura x F!Reader - Secret Relationship (Fluff)

The hint of a smile crept onto Sakura's lips as she felt the couch dip beside her, focus wavering as she struggled to finish the hardest level of a game on her phone. She didn't need to remove her gaze from the glowing screen to know it was you who'd taken up the place by her side. The comforting brush of your leg against her own was an action so small, and yet Sakura's heart still swelled with familiarity each time.

You silently dropped your head to her shoulder, the soft scent of your shampoo overwhelming Sakura's senses. She wordlessly placed her phone face down on the couch, turning to meet your gaze with eyes that swirled with nothing but adoration. Reaching for her hand, you mindlessly fiddled with her fingers before lacing them with your own. Neither of you paid any mind to the chaos that ensued within the dorms, simply getting lost in a world of your own.

Ko Yurim x F!Reader - Friends to Lovers (Angst, Fluff)

Yurim's heart twisted in her chest, aching in confusion as she stared blankly at your blindingly bright smile. It was one of the only things in this world that filled her with nothing but pure joy no matter the circumstances. It was only your grin that effortlessly cured the lingering pain within her heart. But now the sight left her feeling unusually bitter, heart tainted with a poisonous envy for your ceaseless happiness.

Your smile was no longer enough to heal her wounded heart, instead it grew to be the one thing she'd grown to loathe. She longed to be as happy as you were, dream freely like you could, but she couldn't. Yurim was bound to a life of misery and there was nothing your grin could do to cure that. Witnessing your joy was no longer a blessing, but a curse. She couldn't bare it any longer. It hurt to much to see her life collapse around her, and yet there you remained, pure and innocent, unknowing of the worlds sorrows.

If only she knew of the pain you hid behind your smile..

Kim Chaewon x F!Reader - High School AU (Angst)

Your lips were sucked between your teeth thoughtfully as you aimlessly strolled down the stone footpath. Paying no mind to the rain that began to fall, feigning ignorance to the familiar red car that pulled up beside you. "Y/n!" Chaewon yelled, leaning closer to the opened passenger window. Crossing your arms over your chest stubbornly, you picked up the pace, foolishly assuming she would leave you stranded in the rain with enough persistence.

"Get in the car, Y/n!" Your girlfriend shouted as the droplets began to fall harder, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. "Fuck you Kim Chaewon," you seethed, the short haired girl wincing at your harsh tone. She knew she deserved it, but that didn't mean she was going to let you punish yourself for her mistakes. "Please," she begged, eyes shinning hopefully as you came to a halt, finally turning to face her, gaze hardened with a burning rage.

"Leave. Me. Alone."

Luxurious Love, Lust & Lies - Series, Chapter Three (Mystery)

Glancing down to the ground, you squinted, struggling to make out a faint silhouette in the darkness. “What is it?” Soyeon asked, following your gaze curiously. “Not sure yet, hand me your phone.” She rolled her eyes at the absurd demand, but nevertheless she passed over the battered device. Tapping away at the screen, you opened the text chain between you and Soyeon before clicking the camera icon. Leaning over the edge eagerly, you zoomed in, snapping a picture and sending it to yourself. A rough grip on your collar pulled you back, keeping you from toppling over the edge in your excitement.

“Idiot,” Soyeon muttered, snatching her phone from your grasp, gazing at it intently. Swinging your legs over the ledge, you planted your feet on the roof, wandering towards the opposite edge of the building. “Hey Y/n?” Soyeon called after you, hands stuffed into her pockets as she followed after you. “Yeah?” You hummed, glancing up at the tree that towered above the roof. “How did you know my password?” She questioned, brows raised inquisitively. “Lucky guess,” you excused with a shrug, carelessly climbing onto the ledge. “Until next time, Jeon Soyeon,” you saluted with a dopey smile, stepping backwards to gracefully fall over the edge.

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These are all unedited bits and pieces of upcoming unwritten stories!!

#le sserafim x reader #yunjin x reader #sakura x reader #chaewon x reader #ko yurim x reader #2521 x reader #luxurious love lust & lies

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betweenthings2 · 14 days

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I accidentally deleted the ask for this because I'm garbage, but I have written it. Also, thank you for the ask!! The prompt list is here and all the prompt lists on my blog are tagged as 'prompts.' This is another offering in lieu of The Big Light, pt. 2, which is still not done, but I really am planning on finishing it this week. Sorry. I am, in fact, doing my best.

27. If by any means the other has to get up, a series releasing and detangling ensues.

"You've gotta let me up," George murmurs. "I have work to get done."

"No."

George can't help but chuckle and strokes a hand through Matty's curls, blunt nails scratching across his scalp. "Nothing's gonna get very far if you don't let me get up, Matty," he tries.

Matty shakes his head. "No."

"Matthew," George tries. "C'mon. Give me two hours."

Matty makes a noise in protest, a little bit pathetic and reminiscent of a kicked puppy, and says, "I'm comfy and warm and sleepy."

And George believes that--he's warm and comfy and sleepy, too. Matty is halfway on top of him, head on his chest and limbs tangled together. Really, George hates that he needs Matty to move, hates the idea of getting up, but there are deadlines and responsibilities. Matty has things he needs to do, too, George knows, but Matty is also willing to do everything at the very last minute.

"I know you are, love," George responds, "and I promise that if you give me two hours to get some stuff done, I'll come right back. I'll even bring you a joint."

Matty hums like he's considering, then asks, "Can we also get delivery from that Indian place I like?"

Bargaining with Matty, especially a sleepy, comfy, vaguely bratty Matty is a slippery slope, but George agrees, "As long as you let me get up."

"Fine," Matty agrees, reluctant, but he makes no move to let George get up.

George cards his fingers through Matty's hair again and shifts in an effort to begin untangling himself from Matty. Really, Matty is small enough and sleepy enough that George could just move him, but that feels a little rougher than George wants to be with him.

"C'mon, sweetheart," George tries, rubbing Matty's back. "Just a little while."

Reluctantly, Matty untangles himself, releasing his hold on George's shoulder and untangling their legs, then rolls over, fixing George with a disgruntled expression as if to ask if he's happy now. George isn't really happy now--he'd much rather stay in bed with Matty's head on his chest--but he really does need to get a few things done.

George gets out of bed, presses a kiss to Matty's forehead and tucks the blankets around him, and leaves. Matty does his best to look very sad as George goes, but it doesn't really work. He rolls over and tries to be comfortable on his own, which feels kind of hopeless and sad. He lets Mayhem jump up on the bed, even though George hates it, in an effort to find even a fraction of the comfort that comes with George laying next to him.

As much as Matty loves his dog, though, and he really fucking loves his dog, the comfort he finds in George simply isn't there, so he offers Mayhem a scratch behind the ear, then urges him off the bed and gets up himself. Rather than going in search of George, though, he heads to the kitchen to make himself tea. He makes George a mug, too, which he sets on George's desk wordlessly, pressing a kiss to his temple before leaving him to whatever it is he needs to get done. Matty takes his own tea back to the bedroom, Mayhem padding behind him, nails clacking on the hardwood.

Matty isn't really one to spent all day in bed, but he's been under the weather and he's tried and bed will be comfier than anywhere else. Matty lets Mayhem back up on the bed and busies himself with scrolling through his phone while he waits for George to come back. He comes back before Matty expects him, far sooner than the two hours he had requested.

"You're done early," Matty says, a bit pointed, when George comes back.

George shrugs. "Didn't want you to be lonely," he admits, climbing back into bed.

"How thoughtful," Matty teases, getting comfortable next to George.

George chuckles. "Cheeky. I did bring you a joint, if you want."

Matty shakes his head. "Just want you here," he says.

"I'm here," George promises. "I'm always here."

#matty healy #george daniel #matty x george #my fic

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getou2001 · 2 years

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HII UHH can i uhh get uhh

bully + ex-boyfriend! getou nsfw, hes so mean, hes the one that left you but when he sees you moved on n are happy he bullies you since he's greedy 🙇🏻‍♀️

omgomgomgogmOKAY ALL MY FAVORITE THINGS fem reader in mind btw !! skirt n panties n stuff MDNI obvs btw this is sooo unrealistic im just hehe

— ALWAYS GETS WHAT HE WANTS

getou's eyes burned holes in the back of your head while you were speeding up to go to your dorm room. you could feel him looking at you all through class and during the break he was an owl perched beside gojo. it didn't help the 'honored one' was also interested in you. after you got dumped by getou the other followed suit in ignoring you. the two were more like hawks, at least owls didn't grab you by the shoulders and shove you on your way to your room. the immunity that came with fucking toji fushiguro on the regular made the all the more u usual and frightened you all the more. no one touched you when toji put his arm around you. all but apparently getou and gojo.

"damn, why's your skirt up?" getou asked casually, watching you fall to the ground. a hidden smirk on his lips. but you couldn't see with your face to the ground. "you coming onto me, dear? i don't mind but i moved on. aren't you still with toji, darling?" before you could reply in your classic snarky tone, a main reason getou said he hated you, you were brought back up by the back of your shirt. you yelped, but it was cut off by the fabric pressing on your neck.

"toji would be pissed you didn't let him supervise your walk home." singing into her ear. "where is that man?" getou took one look around before wrapping his arms around your waist and freeing you from the choking. "guess he dumped you too? you really shouldn't be so feisty. no one likes that." getou whispered against your ear.

"he's busy!" you snapped, shoving getou's arms off you and continuing the walk. brisker, you didn't enjoy getou's attempts to keep you away from home. "busier than your sad ass!"

getou's expression turned sour behind your back and continued after you. "i really don't like chasing trash."

"then get away!" you didn't stop as you shot back.

getou didn't let up, still walking after you and through the dark alley, you took as a shortcut. and that's when the wolf struck. halfway in you assumed he'd be at least kind enough to let you go through with no problems but then you were pushed— more like shoved, against the dirty wall.

a shout was caught in your throat when a finger pressed on your lips. getou's smirk was dropped and replaced by what can be described as a scowl. "you're my thing i think toji is the one that should get away from you. wouldn't you agree? this breakup was a fucking punishment. not freedom. you fucked up so you stay single until i forgive you." getou's words cut worse than the actual breakup. your eyes stayed on his. "you are fucking trash where did toji get the idea you were datable? you're loud-mouthed bitch, not including you spreading your legs for anyone." the eerie calmness of getou's voice only made them go deeper in your skin. you went to leave wordlessly but getou's arm came to cage your head.

"you know what? i know how to send toji the right message." as if a lightbulb came over his head those black eyes lit up. his eyes went lower and lower on your body until you got the message.

"i like toji now. you had your chance!" despite this you still loved getou. he dropped you like garbage and it made you hate him, but there was still a tinge of love. getou didn't listen, bringing up one of your legs around his waist and already getting touchy.

"i'm sure you do." he simply replied and when you said nothing at him pushing your panties aside he knew he was right. a flame of pride burned in his throat but he didn’t dare show it on his face. just the monotoned lip and black eyes half lidded. with your leg hooked over his elbow and soaked panties halfway down your leg his frenzy got overwhelming. almost blinding him before he gave in.

his hips snapping into you made you scream. god it even hurt your throat as you cried out and felt him drive himself into you. getou’s hips flushed against yours before his lips began attacking you. your neck, your collarbone, whatever he could touch his lips were all over and making bruises with.

your nails scraped along getou’s back and made dark red claw marks down. the pleasure shocked you like lightning and he hadn’t yet started moving his hips yet. his hands and lips were just amazing. lips attacking your chest’s sensitive muscles spots. his free hand abusing your clit. his other arm kept your leg up.

but when his hips started you felt like you were on another plane of existence entirely. everything felt like it stopped. time stood still and as your eyes rolled back his hips stopped too. "call him." getou hissed when you finally noticed. in his annoyed tone he may have said it a couple times before you noticed. your hand immediately went to your phone with no other information and getou's patience wore thin when you swiped up and down your contact list in hopes he'd repeat himself again. "toji." he sneered along with a long thrust that reached the deepest back of you. the venom more apparent.

you obliged quickly. calling your boyfriend and only when you heard the "hi love" on the other end you were reminded. you stammered out a greeting, omitting any pet names, and quickly got over with how you two were done. before you said your goodbye getou snatched up the phone. at your protest, he thrust another one into you and laughed into the phone when you twitched and backed down. "hey there toji. you got that? stay off my property and stay out of her life." gojo had a heavy hand in that little speech, you thought. it had gojo's snarkiness all over it. "thanks for showing her scum, though." and before the baffled fushiguro could reply getou had ended the call and put it back in your pocket.

getou was clearly pleased with himself. an airy smirk placed on his lips before he began the slow, long pushes in and out of you. his hands continued to roam for anywhere to make your back arch, then abuse said spot until you were exhausted and move on to another. whispering how horrid your taste was. how you were his from the time he saw you. how no matter what you did you were his and it was beyond laughable you'd consider yourself anyone else's. as he got closer his thrusts got rapid. your own knot was getting closer. "no, no your punishment is still happening, darling. you're not getting out of here anytime soon." he whispered against your ear. his lower hand pinching your clit. the scream and tightening of your body made his release fill you. the heat was barely not enough for you to spill over. getou snickered and pulled away from you, snapping your panties against your hip when he pulled it up.

"maybe gojo will be nicer. let's go." no asking. like he was before. beckoning you with a hand after he got himself together and he headed back to the dorm he shared with his partner in crime. this would be a long night with jujutsu high's worst bullies.

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